Literotic asexstories – After the Beginning Bk. 01 Ch. 01 by bunchkles,bunchkles
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Abby and I were riding around backroads chatting celebrating her birthday. She had turned nineteen. I had been nineteen for three months. I had just pointed out Mt. Zion Church, where my grand-dad took me every Sunday as a child. Her soft hand wrapped mine. The sky was bright blue with spots of silver-white clouds. I smiled and sang along with my Steve Miller Band tape and Abby. Overall, it was the most perfect of days. That’s when I saw him.
I had not seen Kenny Derrickson since that night at Curt’s Foodland. His white Bronco sat at the intersection waiting to turn right while I was turning left to turn down the road he was leaving; the same Bronco he stood in front of last Winter wearing his police uniform with his gun drawn and pointed at my face. I let go of Abby’s hand and gripped the steering wheel tightly, whitening my knuckles.
“What is wrong?” Abby asked, rubbing my thigh. I turned my head to her. Abby’s deep blue eyes stared back worried. “Joey?” I looked back at Kenny. His Bronco slid into his turn, less than five feet from me in the other lane. A car honked behind me. I stared at Kenny, frozen. He smiled and waved.
“That mother fucker waved!” I snarled, turning back to Abby.
“What? Who?” She spun and looked behind us. “That Bronco?” The car behind us honked again. “Baby, go ahead. Pull over there.” She pointed to the elementary school lot.
I clenched my jaw, breathed through my nose, and pulled ahead to the school lot. She spoke gently enough that, with the help of her hand rubbing my forearm, by the time I slid the car into park, I calmed enough to speak, but I was unsure what to say.
“Before we- Last year- You know Beth Catsman, right?” I asked.
“Short, long dark hair, cute as a button, and almost as smart as a button?” She smiled at the subtle jab. “She is a year older than us. Is she the one you had sex with?”
“I’m sorry, Abby, yeah. But-” I looked at her questioningly. How did she always know things before I told her?
Abby shrugged. “You told me you weren’t a virgin that first night at the pumpkin patch.”
The pumpkin patch was an off road make out spot. I took Abby there after our third date hoping to get in her pants. “I was trying to get laid.”
Abby slapped my arm and threw her head back in laughter. “You are such a dunce. Telling a nervous virgin you been fucking other girls won’t make her spread her legs.” She snorted and continued her laughter.
That never stopped shocking me about Abby, the way she could talk very clinical one second and effortlessly slip into vulgarity. And she had a near-British accent that gave it an extra kink. Her dad met and married Anna’s English mother while he was stationed in England. “You’re right it didn’t work very well.”
“No sir.” She snuggled into me and massaged my bulge. “Not unless you marry me. I doubt that ever happens.” She squeezed where I thickened. “I have a lot of goals I want to complete before I settle down. Can you court me for fifteen years?” She kissed my neck and unbuttoned my pants, slipping her hand under the waistband of my boxers. “No pussy for you, homeslice.”
“That’s ok, you have other talents.” I leaned back a little to give her more room.
She ran her grip along my growing shaft, biting her lip. “You expect a blow job in an elementary school parking lot?”
I grinned.
“Stop with that cheesy ass sideways smile.” She pulled her hand out and fell back to her seat laughing. “I’ll always take care of you, baby. Maybe we should practice a little discipline and not engage in oral sex in an elementary school parking lot.” She looked around and lowered her voice to a whisper. “I love you, you stupid son-of-a-bitch.” She kissed me. “Now, tell me.”
“I love you, too.”
She crossed her eyes at me. “What? No.” She muttered something under her breath. “I don’t care about that so much. Tell me about Kenny Derrickson.”
“He was a cop. Beth was, or is, I guess, engaged to him.” I lost myself in reverie staring at the mural of an Eagle on the school sign.
“You fucked a cop’s fiance?” She slapped her thighs. “Wow! Just wow! I might have to suck your dick right now, school lot or not.”
“I didn’t know you hated cops.” I learned something new about her every day.
“Oh, I don’t. I am a law-abiding citizen, and I respect the jurisdiction of law enforcement. Policemen are civil servants who sacrifice their time and sometimes their health or even life to help keep society operating successfully.” She looked at me and grinned. “And my boyfriend will fuck all their fiance’s if they aren’t careful.”
“God, Abby, you’re too much. I love the holy fuck out of you.”
“You better. You never going to get to fuck me unless it is holy.” She nodded her finger at me. Abby’s father was a casual methodist, as was her little sister, Doxie. Abby stuck on her mom’s side of the rosary in Catholicism “Tell me about it.”
“I am.”
“No, tell me having sex,” she pleaded. “I am glad all this came up. I know I seem so sure and confident, but-” She looked at me squarely. “I really have never been able to talk about any of this stuff with anyone until you.”
“What about David and Sergei?” Those were the two guys Abby dated last Fall.
“Whatever. Sergei was my first kiss. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I stood motionless while he licked around. David grabbed my boob. I was wearing an red sweater with a elf on it-”
“Christmas?” I interrupted, forming a timeline in my brain.
“Close enough. He stayed outside my clothes, but it still felt oddly like a mammogram. Anyway, that is it.”
“You didn’t kiss, David?”
“Well, of course, but I had already kissed Sergei, so it wasn’t a big deal.” Abby waved me off.
“Maybe not a big deal for you, but every time I see David ‘s goofy acne face I have to think that he and I had our tongues in the same mouth.” David and I had hated each other since junior high.
“Maybe I should suck his dick so you can get even with him.” We both made a hurling gesture. “Sorry, that was too far,” she said. “I might get sick.”
“It was last December when I had sex with Beth. The thirty-first.” I sighed in remembrance.
“So you were celebrating the new year?” She arched her brow waiting.
“Not exactly.” I sighed. “I had been hunting that morning with dad. Wait-let me backup.”
“Are you going to get all sappy?” She asked.
“Probably, I was pretty dorky, then.” I nodded.
“Good. I want all the details.” She patted my arm and turned to face me in her seat. “And you are still pretty fucking dorky.”
“So in fourth grade-”
“Holy shit, you really are going back. I moved here in fourth grade.”
“Yeah, this isn’t about that. Just something that happened then.” I tilted my head. “Did you see Slave Day?” There had been an annual event at my grade school called Slave Day. The girls would be auctioned to the boys and the boys auctioned to the girls. The slave had to carry books and stuff for the owner, and all the money went to the school. “They never did it again after that year.”
“Some people get offended at the idea of being auctioned as slaves. Who would think? Yeah, my first week here was the same week. It disturbed me a little. I thought where the hell had mom and dad brought me.” We both laughed. Abby shook her finger at me. “I do remember that you broke the record.”
“Beth Catsman bought me for a hundred dollars.” I remarked proudly.
“Beth? Oh my God, I forgot!”
“Yeah, so anyway, that always stayed with me. I was a dork, thought girls hated me, but, by God, I was the record holder.”
“What did she make you do? As a slave I mean.”
“Not a damn thing. I was so nervous. I thought no one would bid on me. When that actually came true, and teachers started bidding.” I shook my head, And Abby covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. “Yeah, teachers bid on me; it went from bad to absolute fucking worst. Then, Mrs. Dent was the highest bidder with a whopping $2.50, Beth threw her hand up, holding a hundred dollar bill. ‘One hundred dollars!’ she yelled out in the sweetest little girl voice. She won the bet, and I ran over to her. She was sitting beside Cyndi Hester. Cyndi’s parents used to be really good friends with my parents, so I knew her well. She couldn’t believe it either. I sat beside Beth, and she never spoke to me. She didn’t even look at me. The rest of the day continued uneventfully.”
Abby nodded. “I’ve heard of this sort of thing. Rising epidemic of grade school girls retaining slaves for needs they’ll have after they turn eighteen.”
“Abby, don’t.” I knew she was stretching to find some humor because we both felt a bit awkward.
She nodded. “I’m sorry, baby.” She snuggled back into my arms. “Here, just tell me in whatever order you want, I’ll just listen.”
“I started crushing on her that day. Not super crushy or anything, but whenever I saw her, she was always pretty, you know?” I kissed the top of Abby’s head when she nodded. She never really came up, though, and I never saw her much. I mean never, really. I always thought it was odd.”
“DIfferent circles.” Abby turned down the stereo. Steve Miller Band Abracadabra had been playing, and it didn’t match the mood.
“Yeah, maybe,” I said. “Circles were kind of overlapping, though, right? She was one grade ahead, she was cute. She went-”
“She’s never leaving here, Joey.” She turned and looked at me. “Sorry for interrupting when I said I would not. Stop worrying about all the whys. Stop looking for reasons behind every action and answers behind every question. Sometimes things just happen that way. My dad said we are looking for ourselves. To know who we are, we have to learn when we are, where we are, and why we are. You can’t answer any of those yet, and neither can I. We will both be something bigger than this town; she won’t. Beth Catsman has probably known exactly who she is for years. She is now and she is here.”
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