"What about me? I'm ready for action again after watching those two hot little cunts eat each other!" Joe announced proudly.
"Me too! Who wants it?" Rich bragged, waving his stiff cock toward Sheree.
"Came ahead, gang. We got all night!" She invited, laying back and opening her legs. "Who's next?"
CHAPTER TEN
"Man, it's going to be the shits around here without you!" Sheree's voice was dismal as she watched DeeDee load the last of her suitcases into the Porsche.
"I wish I could stay longer too, beauty, for all the same reasons," DeeDee whispered, stroking Sheree's tits through the flimsy fabric of her halter top. "But vacations only last so long, and I gotta get back to the city."
It had been a week since the all night fuck party and DeeDee had been Sheree's only sex partner since then. Now that she was departing, Sheree felt truly alone.
"I just wish Pam wasn't being such a cunt about this whole thing!" Sheree said dejectedly.
Pam had been unable to accept what had happened at the party in the cold light of day. She had called the next morning, her voice bordering on hysteria, to tell the Sable sisters that they were nothing but a "couple of cunt-licking lezzies" who took advantage of "straight girls" like Pam once they had them drunk. She had refused to talk to either Sheree or DeeDee since the phone call after the party.
"Yeah, I guess some chicks just take longer than others to own up to their vices," DeeDee sighed.
"All I know is, I'm not going near Pam until she cools down!" Sheree insisted.
The tall blonde rubbed Sheree's nipples affectionately and kissed her on the cheek. She started for the house.
"I'll just tell Mom goodbye and then split," DeeDee yelled back at her sister. "I hate these long scenes, kid!"
Sheree nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek. DeeDee came bursting out of the house, gave Sheree a wink and a quick hug, and hopped into the car the miserable youngster noticed a tear in DeeDee's eye also as she waved and backed out of the drive.
What a fucking drag, Sheree thought morosely, walking back up to the house and sitting dejectedly in the shady porch swing. This had started out to be the best summer of her life, and now it had turned to crap!
The door opened and Sheree's mother came out. She was dressed for visiting or shopping.
"I think I'll drive out to Mrs. Culver's and buy some fresh corn for dinner, dear," Mrs. Sable announced. "Would you like to come along?"
Sheree nodded glumly.
Sheree decided as her mom's car vanished down the heat-shimmering street, she didn't feel like sitting on her petite ass in the shade. What she felt like doing was something exciting, like taking the keys to her father's old pick up out of the kitchen drawer and driving it downtown!
In a flash, Sheree had lifted the keys and was sitting in the relic of a truck, trying to remember which pedal went where and how the gears worked. DeeDee had let her drive the Porsche a number of times in the past two weeks, and Sheree felt fairly confident as a driver.
The trip downtown was uneventful, but nerve-racking. The farther Sheree drove in the truck the more nervous she became.
What she needed was to stop for a few minutes and calm her nerves. She pulled onto Main Street and headed for the frosty stand at the north end of town.
Sheree wheeled the old truck into the lot and went inside. She breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air hit her and she heard the sound of laud rock banging out of the juke.
Johnny Hollister and two other football players were leaning against the music machine, talking. Sheree started to back out of the door, but it was too late. All of them had already seen her.
"Hey sweet stuff, don't go! Come on in!" Jack O'Riley yelled.
"Yeah, don't you be so shy, now!" Pete Hanson grinned. "We heard you ain't the shy type!"
Jack and Pete roared with laughter. Johnny Hollister and Sheree turned red and tried to avoid each other's eyes.
"You assholes shut up!" Johnny roared, unable to stand the embarrassment a moment longer.
Both stopped laughing, but Pete's face turned instantly nasty. He glared at Sheree, then at Johnny.
"Come on, Hollister," Pete broke into a vindictive grin. "Me and Jack like to play with our food before we eat it!"
The two burst out into laughter once more and Johnny's face turned a deep crimson.
In one sweeping motion, Johnny grabbed Pete by the front of his tee shirt with both hands and lifted. There was a ripping sound, as the fabric began to tear. The noise stopped and the light cloth held, and Pete Hanson was suddenly dancing a foot off the floor – all one-hundred and ninety pounds of him – trying desperately to break free of Johnny's iron grip.
"Now what did you mean by that last crack?" Johnny asked quietly.
"Nothin'!" Pete stammered, still struggling to get loose.
"Good!" Johnny roared, giving Pete a casual toss.
The football player's body sailed back into the room, landing with a crash in the middle of a table. Pete rolled off and went careening into the chairs, sending furniture flying as he came to a stop on the sticky floor.
"Now both of you, get the fuck out of here!" Johnny yelled, taking a step toward Jack.
Pete bounced up and headed for the door, his pal in close pursuit. Neither of them stopped until they were outside.
Sheree stood rooted in amazement. She was completely baffled by Johnny's actions. She hadn't returned any of his calls, or come to the door when he had stopped by to see her. And surely, he had heard about her big scene with Joe and the others! Yet the big clod had defended her as if they were engaged or something!
Johnny Hollister came over to her, a sheepish grin on his freckled, All-American-Boy face. His color was slowing reverting to its normal well-tanned shade, but the embarrassment was still there.
"Well, I guess I'll have to bum a ride home with you," Johnny mumbled. "I just chased mine out."
"Okay, but you get to drive!" Sheree accepted instantly.
"Must be a hundred and ten today, easy," Johnny said as he nosed the truck out onto Main. "I thought we'd die at football practice this morning."
"Yeah! I'd give anything for a cold sixer of beer today!"
"Anything?"
"Well, anything within reason!" Sheree quickly corrected her statement.
"How about a nice, relaxing swim with me? Is that within reason?" Johnny asked anxiously. "I'll get a couple of sixers of ice cold beer. How about it?"
Sheree hesitated. She really had no desire to get involved with Johnny Hollister again. She still resented the way he had canned her and lied to her. But on the other hand, it was really hot and beer sounded fantastic, and a swim would be absolute heaven on a day like this.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Here, have a cool one," he grinned at Sheree as he got back in the cab and they started out once more.
"You are fantastic!" Sheree cried enthusiastically, opening two cans and handing one to him. She downed two mouthfuls of the cold brew.
"Hey, aren't you going to go back into town to pick up our swim suits?" Sheree asked suspiciously, noticing that Johnny wasn't slowing down as they barreled toward the foothills.
"Who needs 'em?" Johnny yelled into the teeth of the hot wind ripping in through the open windows.
She knew in that instant that she was going to let him fuck her when they got to the swimming hole. There was suddenly no doubt or reluctance in her mind about it.
Yawning, Sheree stretched her slender arms up over her head, dropping them behind her neck. She untied the strings holding her halter top and let them fall, her arms dropping to her sides.
"Sure is hot," Sheree whispered to Johnny, winking and shimmying her shoulders.