The Freak - S01 E11

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The Freak - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

Introduction:

I learn to love my Catholic School girl.

THE FREAK-Part 11

I picked Barbara up at seven the following night for bowling. Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Gleason commented on Barbara's condition last night so I assumed that they had been in bed when she walked in to the apartment. Barbara confirmed that once we were in the car.

I drove to Mount Vernon, parking in the small lot that was used primarily during the morning for the commercial bakery that occupied the building's first floor. It was a long climb up the stairs, a bowling bag in each hand and Barbara hanging onto my arm. "Tell me again why you have two balls." Then she began to laugh before continuing, "Er...bowling balls."

I just shook my head. Holding up my right hand I explained, "This one is my strike ball. It's the one I always use to start a frame. If I miss the strike I use the other ball for the spare. Lots of bowlers use more than one ball. I'll show you how they work once we're inside." I leaned over for a second and Barbara, apparently reading my mind brought her lips up to mine for a brief kiss. I opened the door by tucking one bag under my arm and pulling it so Barbara could walk in before me. I led her up to the counter where was greeted by the owner.

"Hi. J.J.....haven't seen you for a while. Taking a look at your friend here I can understand why."

"HI, Stan-this is Barbara. She'll need a pair of shoes. Barbara, trade him yours for a pair of his then you'll trade back once we're done."

She removed her shoes, telling Stan, "Size six, please." A minute later we were walking to lane 12 with a large score sheet in Barbara's hands. We laced up our shoes and I placed my balls on the rack then accompanied Barbara to find her a ball. Stan had come around the counter once he had looked at her hands to show us where to look among the sixteen racks, each of which had at least two dozen balls of various weights. It took us a while, but with Stan's help we found a 12-pound ball that fit her well.

"Want a couple of practice throws." I asked, "Stan will turn the machine off for what is called 'shadow bowling.' It's a good way to warm up and get your timing set." waved to Stan and he returned the gesture, knowing immediately what I wanted. Then showed Barbara how to coordinate her approach. I used a four-step approach and suggested that to her. "Just relax and don't worry about the score."

"Don't you think I can beat you?" She sounded serious, but I knew she was only teasing. I'm a very good bowler. I'd bowled in an A- level league for the past two years with my Dad and would do so again once the basketball season was concluded. We'd won the league championship last year with me bowling in the anchor position. I had averaged 203.6, one of the top averages in the league. We spent about ten minutes practicing until I waved at Stan again. The lights went on and we did it for real. tried to show Barbara that timing and coordination were more important than sheer brute force. In fact, I showed her that brute force was almost always the cause of a split or worse.

We had a great time, just as we did with everything we had done although Barbara did accuse me of cheating when scored a difficult spare-the 6,7,10 split-left handed. Barbara did well, breaking 100 In each of the three games we bowled. I bowled 177, 184, and 223, my first two games showing the rust from not having thrown a ball in several months. We finished and exited the lanes around nine when I drove us to a nearby Carvel for ice cream sundaes. We were at the end of the apartment complex by 10:15. Barbara seemed pleased at that.

She waited until had moved over to the center position then rose to straddle my lap once again. She locked those sweet plump lips onto mine in only a second. We went from zero to one hundred- full make-out mode-in less than a second. It was the most passionate kissing I had ever experienced and, knowing of Barbara's limited experience, I was sure it was for her, also. We were only into it a few minutes when she removed her coat and threw it into the rear seat. Back to kissing, she led my hands to her blouse's buttons. "Please, Jack. I need your hands on me. Please massage my breasts and do that thing you did last night with my nipples."

She pressed those hot lips into mine with a ferocity I'd never seen or experienced before. My huge hands pulled her to me, almost crushing her in my embrace and in my passion. Slowly, I moved those powerful hands to the buttons on the front of her blouse. It found a place on the back seat a moment later. Like most guys I struggled with the clasp on her bra until finally freeing up her pert breasts. She brought my hands to them even as the bra flew behind me I was deeply engaged in our kiss, massaging her flesh and rolling her nipples between my fingers when she pushed my jacket off my body and began to open the buttons on my shirt. She was efficient, less than two minutes later our upper bodies were naked. "I love the feeling of your skin your hard strong muscles-against mine, Jack," she whispered just loud enough that I could hear her over the strains of the radio.

"I have to agree. Your skin is so smooth and soft. It's like velvet."

"Can I open your pants, Jack?" Yeah, like I'd complain about having my cock stroked by a hot woman was rapidly learning to love. She was anything but tentative as her fingers tore at my belt and opened my pants. She reached into my briefs, pulling my manhood-my hard pulsing manhood--out into the cool December air.

Her hand wrapped around me to begin a gentle stroking rhythm. "You know, Jack, people send their daughters to Catholic school for more than one reason. Some want their girls to get a strong religious education."

"And the others?"

"Well...mostly they want to keep them away from boys."

"Does that actually work?"

"Sometimes, I guess, but other times I don't think so. If a girl wants to get involved with a boy there isn't much the parents can do."

"So, which one are you?"

I could see Barbara's wry smile in the dashboard light. "I'd say the first kind until I met you. Now, I don't think anyone could keep me away from you." leaned forward and we kissed again then I leaned down to suckle at her breasts. Suckling, I pulled her hard sensitive nipple between my teeth causing Barbara to gasp audibly and arch her back in an expression of her ecstasy.

Suddenly, she stood up as well as one can in the front seat of a car and slid her slacks down her legs, her panties following seconds later. "I hope the cops don't show up," I laughed.

"Me, too," she replied. "Maybe we should lie down or, even better, why don't you lie down. I want to be here." She knelt then on the floor while she pushed my head toward the driver's seat, "You know, Jack...what do you think girls in a school without boys talk about?

"Boys, of course."

"You're right, and mostly they talk about the things they've done with boys. They talk a lot about them fondling their breasts and their pus...er, vaginas... jerking boys off and doing this." I looked down just as she opened her mouth to lick around my cock's head. She went around twice then tested her tongue in my pee hole. Is this where your stuff came from?"

"Yes. You probably know that women have two separate channels- -the urethra for urine and the vagina for fun."

She looked up, shaking her head and laughing. "You're terrible! Is it really that much fun?"

"No...it's a hell of a lot more. It's the most fun thing I've ever done, but more than that is the intimacy-the sharing between two people. Of course, not everyone makes love. Some people just..."

"Fuck?"

"Yeah, but what makes it special is when two people really care for each other."

"You sound as though you've had that kind of relationship."

"I did...last year, but her dad got transferred to Seattle and that was the end of that. We liked each other a lot, but I don't know if it would have become love."

"I'm sorry."

I looked straight into her eyes as I whispered, "I'm not. If I was still with her it's likely would never have met you." was silent then, but it was enough. Barbara knew how felt about her and knew how she felt about me.

Her hand was slowing, making its way up and down my shaft the entire time, until she stopped suddenly. "You know, Jack, this is nothing like I imagined. The skin here is so soft and smooth and it's loose so when I stroke you it moves with my hand"

"I think that's to prevent friction burns on the skin although that doesn't always work."

"Hmmm...maybe, but up here on the head it's so spongy. Why?"

"Truthfully, I have no idea. Maybe so when I push into you it doesn't hurt your cervix too badly. I understand that can be painful."

Barbara laughed. "I wouldn't know. Maybe someday, but not tonight; I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I don't think either of us is quite ready for that-not if we want a real meaningful relationship. We can take care of each other much like we did last night." I leaned forward to kiss her again as her stroking resumed. I sild into the passenger seat and pulled her up to sit at my left. Her hand had never left my cock as she moved and now she was in perfect position. My left hand around her neck and shoulders attended to her nipples; it was large enough to cover both at the same time while my right attended to business between Barbara's legs.

My hands are huge and powerful, but could and would be gentle and loving as began to lightly rub her labia. I stayed there for more than five minutes while Barbara and I kissed, swapping spit and wrestling with our tongues. I must have been getting to Barbara because she slid forward on the seat, spreading her legs even wider to increase my access to her core. I responded by slowly pushing my finger into her tunnel. Knowing that she was a virgin moved with the utmost care.

Now, I've fingered roughly a dozen girls, but none of them had been as responsive as Barbara was. She moaned in rapture the second that my finger entered her and then she began to move on my finger, essentially fucking herself on my digit. My thumb moved naturally up to her clit and was momentarily shocked. I had licked her last night, but my tongue-other than taste-is hardly the most discerning part of my body. Now that I was feeling her clit I realized that it was much bigger than I had thought. It felt as though it was at least an inch long and roughly half as wide as it protruded from its protective hood

I rolled it as I did her nipples. She came immediately, her left hand tightly gripping my head as her right went crazy on my cock. There was no way that I could resist and, as she was coming down, I shot my first thick rope of viscous white semen almost three feet into the air. It landed on Barbara's chest and abdomen. Five more times my cock erupted, every drop finding its way onto her sensitive skin.

She fell back onto the seat, her breathing deep and irregular and rapid. I watched in amazement as she rubbed my semen into her skin. She looked up into my eyes and could see her love, just as I prayed she could see the love in mine. Then, suddenly, the mood was lost and Barbara laughed. "I have to say, Jack-that was amazing. What you did to me was something... It was more than I could ever imagine. You weren't kidding when you said it would get all over the place. I guess that's what it will do in my pussy."

Then she stopped, realizing what she had just said even though we both knew that she wasn't anywhere near ready. This was 1960, after all, and most girls expected to be virgins right up until the day they wed.

I held her close then whispered, "Aren't you cold?"

"No, I have my...I have you to keep me warm."

"All the same, I think we need to get dressed." I started the car to activate the heater then leaned over the seat to retrieve our clothes. Dressing was actually funny. I was holding her bra when I told her, "I think this is yours."

"I should hope so. You have a big chest, but doubt you'll ever need a bra." We laughed as we wriggled around, pulling shirts and sweaters down and pants up. Finally, after almost ten minutes we were actually presentable.

Barbara had her head resting against my chest when she looked up at me and asked, "Jack...are we going steady?"

I couldn't stifle a little chuckle. "Well...I can't speak for you, but I am and think have been ever since I stopped you from falling."

Barbara responded by punching me in the chest. It was just a little one, more to get my attention than anything else. "How can a person who is so smart in most respects be so dumb about a relationship?"

"It's a guy thing." I replied, a deadpan expression on my face. "I think it's one of the few genes on the Y-chromosome, but I'm glad you're willing."

"Not willing, Jack...eager. Now, what do you say we stop talking and..... That was all she had to say.