'Hi, my name is Didi Sayers, and I really think you could do me some good in a motel room. What do you say?'
All the way up on the bus I'd been rehearsing how easy it would be. I'd see him, he'd see me, we'd get together, and fifteen minutes later he'd be showing me the ropes, the way Jill's Ned had done. But there were so many people. I couldn't accost somebody on a street corner while we were waiting for the light to change. I tried, damn it, but the words froze in my throat and the man, who looked rather like a state official of some kind, just walked on while I stood behind blushing for shame.
I even tried my hand at cruising the cocktail lounges and bars which looked ritzy enough to attract the right clientele, but I got thrown out of two before I could even ask for a drink, and in the third the bartender let me order but then he asked me for an I.D., so I just got up and left. How had Jill done it at the poolside bar? She didn't look a bit older than I did. Or maybe at the hotel they just didn't give a damn. Could that be it? All I knew was, I was sure striking out, every inning.
Maybe the OSU campus would be a good bet. I'd read a dirty novel about a couple of freshman girls and their first year at a big university, and in it, all the male professors – not to mention most of the lady profs, too! – were constantly on the make for hot girl stuff. If real professors were half as horny as the ones in the book, I might be in luck.
Admittedly I was beginning to have second thoughts by the time I'd walked up to OSU. My legs were sore, and my cunt didn't burn with quite the same degree of hunger, and it really looked as if I'd blown the bus fare. Well, I rationalized, anything Jill could do, I could do.
It was interesting to walk around Ohio State, because if I make it through high school I'll probably end up as a student here. My sincerest wish, though, was that I'd know more about picking up men when I was eighteen than I did now. It was summer, and the campus wasn't exactly over-populated, but there were plenty of guys and all of them looked like older men to me. However, each time I thought about making a pass, I just froze in panic. Talk about depressing! I couldn't get experience not like Jill's, without sampling a lot of action, but I couldn't get the action because I wasn't experienced enough to know how. So I just walked.
There was the stadium. It doesn't have a gold plated statue of Woody Hayes yet, but it will someday. If he ran for President, he'd carry Ohio. I stepped into the street, framing the stadium with my hands so I could describe it in case Daddy asked any questions, and that was when I heard brakes squealing like hungry pups and felt something give a hell of a jerk at my waist.
I thought at first I'd been hit and was being thrown toward the sidewalk, but that was only panic. A university maintenance truck was still braking on the street, and the driver, a rat-faced guy with a beard, was shaking his first at me through the window. I suppose I'd walked right out in front of him.
'Are you okay?' said a voice at my ear, and I turned around to see who had dragged me toward safety.
'Yeah,' I told him, because it was a hint. Very small – two or three inches shorter than I am – with a face like a leprechaun, he was steadying me with a hand on my waist, and that was fine because I had begun to shake uncontrollably as I realized how close I had come to being smeared by the truck.
I just collapsed against him, holding on for dear life and sobbing rather hysterically. 'Oh, thank you!' I told him again and again. 'That guy would have killed me!'
'You were asking for it,' he said. 'Didn't anyone ever tell you to look both ways?'
I just smiled, straightening a little and taking a closer look at him. He wasn't at all the distinguished type I'd planned on meeting today. He had a tobacco and whiskey aroma hovering close to his body, but it wasn't unpleasant, and there was a friendly, lived-in look to his face that rather attracted me. Jill probably wouldn't have even him a second glance, but she seemed to be drawing constantly a higher class of man than I could find. 'Wow,' I said, 'I think I'd like to sit down and get my head together again.' In ten minutes his Pinto had shuttled us to his front door, on a quiet side street not far from the campus.
We exchanged names. His was B.E. Courtney. I asked what the initials stood for, and he told me 'B.E.', which seemed pretty definitive. His house was small, rented, and sparsely furnished. Like a good host, he allowed me the sofa and took the floor for himself.
The shock of the near-accident was wearing off. When I finished my coffee I felt a lot better, so he poured me a jolt of Canadian Club, which really hit the spot. I felt a whole lot better. My shoes clattered to the floor and I stretched on the sofa, wondering if he'd noticed that I had a prime body. Like I told you, he wasn't outstanding, not like any of Jill's males. His hair was receding and he was short and kinda skinny-looking. I guess he could've been anywhere from thirty to forty years old. But his eyes were nice and he'd saved my life, and it didn't look as if I were going to turn up anyone else. So I'd make do with B.E. Mightn't be too bad.
'Yes, I think I would like another drink,' I told him, 'but do you have any soda to mix with it?' When he went into the kitchen to get the soda I hopped off the couch and skinnied out of my blouse and slacks. When I lay back down again, posed like Cleopatra, all I had on were my panties.
I'd never been that naked in front of a man before, and I wondered how it would feel. There was sweat under my arms and on the curves of my tits as I waited for him to come back from the kitchen. 'Hi,' I said, trying to sound available.
'Hi,' he said nonchalantly, handing me the whiskey and soda. I had to sit up to take it, and I thought at first that it spoiled the effect completely, especially since he went back into his lotus on the floor as if he hadn't even noticed how cute and naked I was. Then I saw his eyes.
Even while he took a healthy swig of straight Club, his eyes were on me, sharp as an eagle's. He wasn't missing any of what I had. My nipples hardened under his stare and my knees felt all woozy. If this was how it felt to be almost completely naked in front of a man, I was pretty sure I liked the feeling.
'What happened to your clothes?' he asked.
'I took them off,' I replied evenly. With one set of toes I pointed to the shirt and slacks on the floor. He nodded in agreement but didn't try anything. 'It occurred to me,' I went on, 'then maybe you were entitled to something for saving my life. You know what I mean?' He put down his glass and looked at me, a smile just starting to form on his mouth. 'Well?' I asked him. 'Is there anything wrong with me? Why aren't you speaking?'
He picked himself up and walked toward me, holding out one hand. I rose as he came nearer, and he pulled me against his body. Because he was shorter, I had to kiss down, but he was kissing up and we made a fascinating combination. Especially when he put his hands on the cheeks of my ass and started to knead the firm, but yielding flesh through the nylon of the panties. I started to rock from foot to foot, my hips swiveling up and down, and he kept plying my flesh as if he were holding bread dough. I liked it.
My breasts hardened where they touched his body, and the nipple ends seemed to be afire with passion. Now I knew what Jill had meant in that first letter. Half an hour ago I hadn't known B.E. was alive, and here I was, rubbing my naked body against his so ferociously that my thighs ached, and kissing him so hard that my lips were growing numb.
He seemed so casual about it – in the beginning, at least. But the more strenuously we kissed, the more passionately I slid myself up and down his front, the more involved his hands became with the curves of my ass, the more noticeable, too, his dick was becoming. I could feel it inside his pants where we touched, and it was filling up faster and each passing second of body contact. So! It looked as if Didi could arouse a man with her body just as easily as Jill could. I didn't have to take a backseat to her on this count.
He put his hands into my panties and one finger moved up and down the crack of my ass. I started twisting and wiggling with a slightly different rhythm, and the action of his finger in my anal crack was so deliciously like the kind of masturbation I enjoy doing to my pussy that I opened my mouth wider, intending to swallow his whole face.
His breath tasted of whiskey, but mine must, too, and the first drink I'd taken was already in control of my head. Being a little sloshed – that was a good excuse, if I needed one, but I didn't. Seducing a stranger to prove I could do it – that was its own excuse, and a delicious one, too!
I pulled my lips from his and let my tongue trace circles around his mouth. 'There's more,' I hinted breathily, 'if you think you can handle it,' Jill had told her older man the same thing and, I hoped, in the same inviting vocal tone.
I stepped back, taking a deep breath so my tits would jiggle for him. With any luck, the effect would hypnotize him. I couldn't see why not; the nipples were very hard, tilted up saucily, and their color was that shade of purplish pink they get when I'm really hot.
