Paul Claff, who had struggled for his success, felt any boy had a right to fall on his ass, so he gave permission for a studio apartment, providing Terry pay all his own expenses and keep up good grades in school.
The boy had done this, borrowing the first month's rent and paying it back to him, and his father thought he was learning about life.
What Paul didn't realize was that his wife visited the studio at least once a week, lay on her smooth belly and begged his son to give her what she yearned for so much… in the ass!
But sex once a week wasn't enough for Terry, and from the first time he saw Sally Sue, he wanted her with all his virile youth… and instinctively he knew she was hurting for a man.
Well, in years he wasn't a man, but Lorraine and Anne had taught him well. He was sure he could do anything she liked and do it better than the next guy!
In the nights he speculated how she was going to respond if he put his cock in her ass, or mouth, or pussy; even as he was balling a teenybopper who was just learning how to fuck and suck.
None of these giggling teenage girls were really worth a shit in the rack, and no matter how pretty they were, sometimes he had a hard time getting it up.
Terry wanted a woman who knew where it all was!
Like Lorraine.
Like Anne.
Like, maybe, Sally Sue!
And, although nothing had ever happened with them, and he made it a point to be pleasant and respectful every time she came into the pizza parlor and got into her show, he was hot as a forest fire in the piney woods of North Carolina. He sensed Sally Sue was as hung up as he was, and with wisdom beyond his years, he held back, looking for the key.
Now as he watched her circulate through the crowd, he loaded the thin crusted pizza with salami, green peppers, anchovies, sausage, eight kinds of cheese, red peppers and whatever else came to hand and slid it into the burning hot brick oven. It bubbled and rose to perfection.
Terry knew she'd take it home. He wished she'd take him home. Ball his ass off!
But the handsome youngster knew it was too soon… he would just have to wait, maybe catch the beautiful girl DJ in the right mood.
And then some clown came in and took her and the pizza away. "Shit!" he said.
CHAPTER THREE
Sally Sue signed off the show and forgot it. The computer would spin the taped yak-yak, and she was starving as Stan Oakes arrived at Rosie's. The lovely dark-haired girl was salivating as she smelled the delicious Italian specialties; Darn it, she was hungry!
But this wasn't the place to eat. They would be pestered by the kids and have no peace, and she needed to relax.
Relax? the girl asked herself. "I need to get laid!"
Even as the thought flashed unbidden through her mind, the lissome girl blushed. How could she even think of such a thing?
Yet she needed love so much, and love was a man, and a man had a penis that had to be satisfied.
Damn that fat old bag!
She knew she would yield. And perhaps it would not be too bad, with Stan. He was tall and slender, not exactly handsome but interesting to a woman, with his sandy hair, cool grey eyes and jutting jaw. She could just close her own violet eyes and enjoy!
Forget he was years younger, barely over twenty, while she was twenty-eight!
Sally Sue, with tears welling heavy in her eyes, decided.
"I have to feed the zoo, so I guess we gotta go," she said. "Here come de pizza!"
At that moment, Terry arrived with a massive box that from the holes in the top exuded aromatic steam, saying "Hope you dig it, Sally Sue… it's really loaded."
"They're always magnifico, Terry," she said with a grin. "I'm bushed. This I will take home and love, cherish and devour like a tiger!"
With hurt in his eyes, the young boy watched her depart with Stan Oakes. He didn't know Oakes, but he knew even Sally Sue couldn't eat that much pizza alone in a week! And taking a good looking guy like Oakes home with her at this hour could only mean one thing.
He was fucking her.
"Shit!" Terry muttered, envisioning Sally Sue's long sleek legs splaying wide, the guy ramming his prick into her beautiful little cunt and then the legs flailing and wrapping around his heaving back and her ass-cheeks wide open while her pussy sucked on his rod! It was getting to be a bitch, with Anne cutting him off and Lorraine showing up so seldom. He looked around the pizza parlor and fastened his eyes on a teenage girl who had been coming in frequently during the past few weeks. She was pretty, with good legs, a budding bosom and a curly mop of blonde hair. He knew her name was Virgie Green and that she had some sort of job at the supermarket down the street. She'd been on the air several times with Sally Sue. She was always alone, which seemed strange because she was a little doll. He had tried to collect her a few times and gotten nowhere.
Now the boy had a thundering urge to take out his hurt on someone or something. If the cat which hung around for scraps had been handy he thought maybe he'd have kicked it, although he liked the stray and saved scraps for it. And this cute little teeny-bopper had been putting him down, and more than once she had gone out without paying. He saw her head slowly turn as Stan and Sally Sue left. Suddenly he remembered he had a small sausage pizza in the oven for the girl, and he hustled around the counter to pull it from the oven before it burned. As he brought it to the little blonde, he thought he'd make up for the times she hadn't paid and get rid of his own bad mood by laying a verbal kick on her pretty ass.
"I'm through in about an hour," he said as he laid the steaming pizza. "You feel like coming to my pad, Virgie?"
Without blinking the teenager looked up at the lean boy with innocent eyes and in a little girl voice asked, "What for?"
"For a fuck… the same thing those two just left for!"
Terry, as soon as he blurted out the words, thought she would hit his foul mouth with the oven hot pizza. He knew he deserved it, and he could only gulp when he heard the petite blonde's reply.
"I thought you'd never ask! Can you make it half an hour?"
"I can make it right now… Ralph can run the joint!"
"Half an hour I'm starving," the young girl with the innocent face said. "And sneak us a couple of sandwiches for after, okay?"
Terry could hardly believe it, and expected Virgie would laughingly give him the finger just before he was ready to split, and not pay the check on the way out. But she was patiently waiting even though it was well over an hour when he was finally able to finish his work.
"You give great head," he whispered three hours later as she was swallowing his hot cum and licking semen slick lips and crawling up the convertible bed to spear her pink little tongue into his mouth. "Beautiful little cocksucker!"
"You eat pussy pretty good too," she said, softly chuckling.
Terry cupped a breast, squeezing, and told himself he had made up for the hurt he'd felt when Sally Sue walked out with the tall stud. He'd sure given Virgie more than the guy could ever have given Sally Sue, and there was a lot more to come.
What he didn't realize was that the little blonde whose mouth was still sweet with his cum had done exactly the same thing for exactly the same reasons.
Virgie Green was in bed with Terry, ready to do anything in the book, only because she was acting out her own frustrations. For she, too, was in love with Sally Sue and was dying to get the disc jockey nakedly spread out in bed.
Sally Sue found herself trembling as she mounted the big BMW 75. The machine scared her, yet she loved it. She had acquired it because the client was a motorcycle shop. The middle-age man who owned it was short of ready cash and had more bikes than he cared to look at. He could pay for time but not talent fees. So in lieu of the cash she would normally had received, Sally Sue accepted the beautiful road bike.