But in the middle of this, about two months ago, in walked this chick named Rhoda. She was standing on the corner of La Peer and Santa Monica, hitching a ride. I pulled over – transfixed by the sight of her great legs under the hot pants. She got in, looked into my eyes, and it was all over! We were gone on each other and we made a date for the next evening.
I was expecting to get a good few hours of sex in, but it didn't happen. We were falling in love, I think, although we didn't know it. Suddenly, getting to know each other was the most important thing, and although we were hot for each other, it would have to wait. I went home that first night and beat off four damn times, just thinking what it would be like to eat her!
Finally, after we felt at ease with each other, I invited her to the house, knowing my parents were going out. I picked her up and we drove to Taco Bell for something to eat, and then went up to the house. Dad's car was in the drive, and I shuddered. "Damn!"
"What is it?" she asked.
"They're still home."
"Oh, your mother…"
I had told her about Mother. "Well, Rhoda, let's face the firing squad. After all, they have to meet you sometime!"
We got out of my car and entered the house. My mother decided to change wigs, thus the delay. Dad was furious, and I don't know if he even realized I had introduced him to Rhoda. He grumbled and walked outside to wait in the car.
Mother came down the steps and stopped halfway down; glaring at the girl who was holding my hand. "Carey, darling, who is this?" she asked, sounding a little like Bette Davis.
"Rhoda, Mother," I said, as she came down to our level. She didn't offer her hand, didn't even smile. She just looked her over and said, "Charmed."
Then she left, pointing out that they would be home early and reminding me I had to be at work at six in the morning, for inventory or some such silly thing. Dad was blowing the car horn and it was just killing her that she had to leave me alone in the house with Rhoda, whom she thought to be a tramp from the first glance. She thought all the girls I knew were tramps – no one was good enough for her precious son.
Rhoda and I took a swim – she used one of the suits we kept handy for guests – and thoughts of that first afternoon with Madeline came rushing into my head. I wanted to see Rhoda naked, wanted to touch her and kiss her and run my tongue all over her body, but I still held back, waiting till she let me know she wanted it.
After the swim, we walked around the house and yard, and I showed everything to her. Then we got to the darkroom, and she wanted to see it. I told her it was locked and no one ever went in there.
"Why's it so secret?" she asked. "It's only a hobby."
"Well, you see, I do a lot of skin shots and I don't think you'd like to see that."
"You're kidding!"
"Not at all."
She paused for a moment and then surprised me. "I'd really love to see it! I've never known a skin photographer before in my life!"
She was really excited, almost proud of the fact. As I opened the lock, she told me her brother always kept girlie pictures and magazines around the house and she'd find them in their hiding places and look at them and get excited. Women get turned on too, you know, even by photos!
Burt Reynolds, in Cosmopolitan, flashed through my mind…
I opened the door and turned on the bright overhead light. The room carne into view – stacks of prints, developing chemicals, enlargers, all the shit one needed to be a girlie photog, Rhoda looked around, grabbing picture after picture, staring at them as if they were really blowing her mind – and maybe they were.
She asked me about many things – Who is this? Who is he? What are they doing? – and finally stopped dead when she pulled a picture from the bottom of the stack near the fixer. I didn't know what it was, and she wouldn't show me. Her face was red…
Finally, I pulled the picture from her grasp, and turned red myself. It was a picture Jerry had taken of me, standing in the yard with my zipper open, cock sticking out hands on hips, looking down at the chick who was approaching me on all fours. Man, it was a great photo – especially because of my being completely dressed with just my dick sticking out and it had been one of my favorites, but I'd had no idea of showing it to Rhoda! I didn't know what the hell to say.
"Wow, it's – big," she said, putting the photo down on the counter.
"Yeah, well you see… I didn't…" I didn't know what to say.
"Shhh," she said, placing her hand on my lips, rubbing her fingers over my mouth, "I think it's time we let our feelings show."
She stepped toward me and put her arms around my shoulders. I held her tight and we kissed passionately, wildly moving our tongues in and out of each other's mouths. My cock began to rise against her naked thighs, and my swimming trunks were filled to the point of ripping.
She pulled her head back and kissed my neck and went down to my hairy chest and licked there. Then she fell to her knees on the darkroom floor and held my buttocks in her hands and pressed her cheeks to my bulging crotch. I placed my hands on her hair and moaned. I couldn't believe it was happening – everything I had dreamed about.
She placed her lips over the tip of my cock and breathed warm air through the material. It almost made me faint in excitement. I thought I was gonna come right then. I started pushing my trunks down over my ass and finally she lifted her face and helped. My cock was released from the tight elastic band and stood out proudly in front of me.
"It's bigger than in the picture," Rhoda said, as she stared at it with love in her eyes. Then she put her hand around it and kissed it gently on the tip as I wriggled the trunks down my body to my feet. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. I was completely naked, and ready for her loving hot mouth.
I watched as she moved her lips close and opened them. Her teeth sparkled, and there was a smile on her face as the head of my cock disappeared into her mouth. She damped her lips around the shaft and pressed in with her tongue and teeth and cheeks to completely encase it in warm flesh. I shuddered and flexed my muscles and it jumped in her mouth.
Then she pulled her head back and started slow movements, up and down the length of it, sometimes biting just a little with her teeth, which sent shivers down my legs. I spread my feet and let her caress my balls as all sensation rose to the tip of my penis.
"Oh Rhoda, I don't believe this! I don't believe it – don't stop, don't stop!" I practically ordered her! I was in another world and never wanted to leave it. She sucked my cock with such passion and love that it was almost a new experience for me. It was so much more than just sex. I was on Cloud Nine.
Then she let it fall from her lips and started kissing around it, in the thick black hair just above it, and down next to my balls where the hair was also very thick and dark. I spread my legs farther and farther as her tongue swirled under my nuts. They shook and moved under her tongue caresses, and each time she went farther, nearing my asshole. I grabbed my balls and held them up, hoping she would get the message and go to my asshole! She licked at the hard spot between my balls and my ass, and slowly let her tongue wander near the hole.
"Turn around," she said suddenly.
I turned around and let my balls drop. I spread my legs and felt her breathing on my asshole. I bent over just slightly and she put both hands on my buttocks and spread them. Then she kissed them and moved her face slowly to the center, to the dark hot opening that so desired her lips.