coming. Felt the tide of jism rising and bubbling. He crammed hard and deep, and when fully inside he held his position and waited for the rapture of his climax.
He was disappointed with himself for not giving Susan an orgasm, but there was nothing he could do now. His pecker trembled and spasmodically as the glue of his guts spilled fully and deeply into the sweet, hair-framed vagina.
He collapsed forward onto Susan and felt the soft fluff of her buns cushion his hips. Her head was still bobbing, still lapping with great concentration between the thighs of Rhonda. He pulled his spent cock free and stood back. Her beautiful ass was still gyrating, still asking for more dick. Neil despondently pulled on his swimsuit. He didn't feel too good about his failure.
By the time his suit was tied Rhonda had pulled Susan onto the bed and buried her own face deep into her roommate's crotch. He saw she was hungrily licking the abundant sperm he had left behind. He walked through the living room to the kitchen where the fuse box was. He flicked the switch back to the 'on' position.
When he got back to the bedroom the two ladies were a mass of thrashing, humping limbs, heads, and breasts. Susan was finally groaning with the great pleasure of orgasm as Rhonda's lips sucked her box with deep, hard draws. Rhonda rolled off of Susan's swinging body and lay very still. Susan looked up through glazed eyes at Neil and smiled. It was a content, satisfied smile of great happiness.
'Thank you, Neil… you were terrific,' she said. It dawned on Neil that she wasn't even aware of the switch in partners.
He nodded. 'You're welcome,' he said, and flicked the bedroom light switch.
'Oh! It works!' Susan exclaimed as light filled the room and glared off her nude body. She bounced on the bed next to Rhonda and shook her resting body.
'Cut it out,' hissed Rhonda. 'I thought you were going to work.'
'The lights work! He fixed it!' Susan cried.
'Great. Now turn it off so I can get some sleep.'
Chapter 4
Neil's newfound popularity even affected Christine. The next day he saw her walking by the pool as he tightened the bolts on the chrome ladder. She stopped behind him and politely waited until he was finished. Neil was nervous, he had no idea what he could say.
He stood. She was right there, smiling, friendly. 'Hello,' he managed.
'Hi, Neil. How are you?'
'Me? Oh, I'm fine… just fixing the ladder.' The blush started to redden his face.
'Gee, you can do Just about everything, can't you?' she asked with great admiration.
She was breathtaking. He stared at the peach-like complexion of her tender face, at the crisp whiteness of her neatly pressed blouse. She wore a short blue skirt which barely covered the curving, graceful lines of two sleek legs. Her long, soft hair curled down across her shoulders in full blond sweeps. He swallowed.
'Well, Mr. Walker gave me more hours of work, so I'm doing minor repairs now,' he reported.
She seemed thrilled by this dull bit of information. Her eyes gleamed with respect. 'I saw your picture in the paper yesterday.'
'Oh.' He felt awkward.
'Everybody at school is talking about you,' she added.
He looked down at his bare feet in embarrassment. 'It wasn't that big a deal,' he mumbled.
'Yes it was!' she excitedly responded. 'The story said you didn't hesitate for one second… that you disregarded all thoughts about your own safety and just jumped in after her. I think that's wonderful!'
She was honestly impressed. Neil said nothing, he didn't want to dampen her newfound respect for him.
'But who took the picture?' she asked. 'The story didn't say anything about that.'
'I don't know,' he said. 'The reporter didn't tell me. Just someone living here had a camera and saw it. But I don't know who.'
'That's funny,' she said.
'Yeah, I'd like to thank him,' said Neil.
'Well, who knows? Maybe he'll show up,' she said. Then she batted her eyes and tilted her sweet head to the side. 'I better get home and let my mom know I'm here. Maybe I'll see you later?'
'I hope so,' he answered.
She had never been this friendly to him before. He was elated. Her smiling face definitely imparted a desire to get to know him much better. Her face suddenly went serious. She said, I'm going to check everything in our apartment and see if anything needs repair.'
'Just let me know.'
She giggled. 'I will, Neil. 'Bye.'
With a wave she was gone. Neil let his eyes drink the sway of her skirt as it rocked beneath the solid grinding of her proud rump. His heart felt weak, tired. His head was dizzy with desire. Beyond a doubt she was the girl of his dreams, the sweetest, most beautiful girl in his whole high school.
'My boy, you have a real problem.'
It was Mr. Crocker. Sitting in his chair under the shade of the side of the building. He had watched the whole thing in silence and was now about to give Neil his play-by-play wrap-up.
'Oh, hi, Mr. Crocker.'
'Why didn't you ask that young filly out?' the old man asked.
'I don't know,' said Neil. 'Gosh, we hardly know each other.'
'At the rate you're going you'll be my age before you do,' Crocker said. 'She was batting those eyes at you like an Oriental fan. That's a sign, my boy… a good sign. It means she hankers for your attention.
'You think so?'
'I know so. Hell, I ought to – in my day eyelashes were about all you could see of women. They wore so damned many clothes the only thing you could flirt with was eyelashes. A set of eyelashes flapping like that meant business… real business. Either that or the lady had a sty… and I don't think that little cutie has any problems with her eyes or any other part of her body.'
'But I couldn't be sure… I'd love to ask her out, but I guess I'm scared she'll refuse.'
'Hah!' Mr. Crocker slapped his knee and guffawed. 'You still don't understand, do you?'
'Understand what?'
'My boy, you're a celebrity. You've had your picture on the front page, you're a hero, the toast of the town. That means no one will refuse you anything. I thought you'd have figured that out by now.'
Neil sat next to Mr. Crocker. 'But I didn't do anything so great.'
'Doesn't matter. All that matters Is people think you did. Don't disappointment them… hell, you're important to them. They can say to their friends, 'I know Neil,' or 'I went out with him.'' Neil saw Mr. Crocker's eyebrows lift above the rim of his glasses. The statement was apparently sincere and of importance.
'But I don't…'
'I know what you're going to say. You want to be loved and accepted for yourself, not for this heroic act. It's the same old story… some men are afraid women are after their money, some think they're turned on by a flashy car. But what's it matter? What you did is now part of you. You have to accept it and face the facts.'
'What do you mean?' asked Neil.
'I mean this: You'll never know if a girl is interested in you because of what you did or not. So just assume they all are. Take advantage of it, play the role they expect of you, and don't worry about their motives,' the old man said.
'That makes sense,' said Neil.
'You bet it does. Now you have everyone treating you like a hero… everyone but one person. You. Just convince yourself and everything will fall in place. You'll have the magic touch every man dreams about.'
'Maybe…'
