Chapter One

 

Nicole Moore was bored. That was nothing new, of course. Nicole was often bored. It seemed to her that every year that passed she got a little more bored with her dull, dreary life and the dull dreary people who inhabited it. She wasn't sure quite what to do about this unfortunate situation, but had more than a few ideas.

Those who knew Nicole Moore had ideas about how to alleviate boredom too, and most of them involved stripping whatever clothes she was wearing off the buxom, lithe young woman, spreading her out naked, and plunging their rigid cocks deep into whatever hole happened to be most readily available.

That Nicole, Nicky to her friends, was a jaded, bored young girl/woman unlikely to be impressed with their efforts mattered little to them.

Nicole was a round faced girl, with deep, smouldering hazelnut eyes. She had thick, dark brown hair which flowed across her smooth ivory shoulders like spun silk and framed a face with a small, snub nose, full, seductive lips, and perfect white teeth.

She had a lithe, hourglass figure, with long, perfectly sculpted legs and a magnificently rounded bottom that pushed out attractively behind her and drew every male eye she passed like a magnet.

The teenager slouched more often than not, but when standing straight it was obvious that her full young breasts were large and round and sat high and firmly on her slender chest. They were of such firmness that were she in a city people might have thought they were phoney.

But everyone knew Nicky, for she'd been born in Sanford, Wyoming, and lived there all her life. Sanford was a town of some twelve hundred people, less, she knew, than many big city high schools.

Sanford had one main street, which had small shops on one side and houses on the other. The shops mostly served the surrounding farms, and none was very big.

The highway ran past the edge of town, separated from it by a wide, deep drainage ditch. Cars sped past, stopping only at Carmela's Diner to have some coffee or a burger.

It was a hot, muggy August morning, and Nicky was dressed for it in a pair of tight cutoffs which hugged her perfect behind like a second skin, and a green, long-sleeved shirt, with the sleeves ripped off, and the bottom pulled up below her breasts and knotted together there. She wore no bra, and the thin fabric of the top pulled int tightly around her firm breasts, lifting them and pushing them together so that a straying eyes might see the soft perfection of her cleavage and the small dimples of her nipples.

She wore no underwear between the flesh of her body and her tight cutotff shorts, and the bottom of each buttock peeked lewdly out from underneath the frayed material in back as the groin dug into her sex tightly in front.

As usual, with nothing to do, she was walking along main street, apparently oblivious to the eyes cast her way, slouching, lounging, yawning, strolling, and looking bored.

Nicky knew just what images the sight of her brought to men, even the righteous churchgoers who ranted about her tight clothes and went to church every Sunday to demand others repent their sins. She knew full well that even as they tore their eyes away from her and turned their noses up in self righteous indignation their minds were filled with lust and desire for her, and with thoughts about her naked body exposed to their carnal desires.

But this not only did not daunt her but, rather, encouraged her to lower the standards of her dress even further. For it amused her to see such starchy, priggish men try to hold their eyes off her cleavage or exposed buttocks, and amused her even more to turn her eyes away from them, letting them feast their eyes on her body, and then whip her eyes back to catch them in the act.

On this day, a hot July, the heat was beating down on her head from above and reflected up from below by the cracked pavement underneath. She turned into Jack's Grocery, a white, clapboard building with a Coke sign in the window, and opened the screen door to let herself inside. It slapped closed behind her and she blinked her eyes in the darker interior as she walked down the aisle to where the drinks were.

Billy Forbes was leaning over the counter, slumped there reading a comic book. His eyes rose as soon as she entered, and followed her every movement as she slouched down to one of the coolers, opened it and pulled out a bottle. She opened the bottle and slouched back to him.

"Hey, Mr. Forbes," she said, her voice weary sounding from the heat.

"Hello there, honey. Hot 'nuff fer ya?"

"Too hot," she sighed, brushing back her thick bangs and rubbing a hand over her sweaty forehead.

She lifted the bottle and formed her mouth into a kiss as she brought it to her lips. She consciously raised it slowly, sliding her lips down the neck as she closed her eyes and let the liquid flow into her mouth and down her throat.

Forbes eyes flicked back and forth between her soft lips, wrapped around the neck of the bottle in a way that gave him a nearly instant erection, and the way her firm, full breasts pushed out tautly against the thin material of the shirt bound together below them.

He licked his lips as she slid her lips off the bottle and smiled up at him.

"That'll be a dollar," he said.

She smiled at him apologetically.

"Could you wait till' my allowance on Thursday, Mr. Forbes?"

He frowned. Forbes was not a man who gave credit, not to anyone. On the other hand...

She bent forward to gaze at the magazines on the rack in front of the counter, and Forbes' breath caught as he looked down the front of her shirt at those perfect white breasts held together there by the knotted shirt. They glistened in the light as the girl sweated.

She stood up and Forbes moved around the counter to be closer to her.

"Now you know I don't give credit, Nicky, honey."

"Awww, come oooon, Mr. Forbes," she pouted, tilting her pretty face to one side and gazing at him soulfully.

"Well, seein' as how you are one of my favorite customers," he smiled. "Maybe I'll consider it. If you give me a kiss for collateral."

"Just a kiss?" she teased, holding the bottle against her chest, pulled back between her breasts.

"S'long as it's a good one," he grinned.

He looked out the window first, then grinned down at the teenager and reached out to her shoulders. He pulled her in gently against him, his hands sliding down her back as he pressed his lips against hers. He felt her tongue pushing against his and felt his heart skip a beat.

His hands slid further down, down past the waistband of her cutoffs, down over the smooth, round buttocks, fingers questing for the bottom where they peeked out and he could feel the lush, downy flesh. His fingers curledin, squeezing and kneading them as he pushed his own tongue against Nicky's. He felt her heavy breasts pressing firmly into his chest as his lips slid wetly against hers, and jerked a hand up off her buns to push up between their bodies.

He cupped her left breasts, feeling a wave of lust at how soft and firm and fat it was. His hand squeezed it, making the warm flesh ooze out between his fingers.

Then she wriggled aside and smiled coyly at him.

"It's too hot for long kisses," she said, sauntering towards the door.

Forbes looked at her with longing, his cock throbbing inside his pants as he watched her perfect bottom swing its way out the door. He cursed softly, fantasising about yanking her back in, tearing her clothes off and fucking her good and hard.

"Slut," he muttered to himself.

Of course, Nicky was gone then, or at least, out of hearing range. She was wandering up the street, sucking occasionally from the bottle. She felt a little hot on the inside. She had felt Forbes' erection pressed against her belly before pulling away, and knew that even now he was dreaming about ramming his cock into her pussy hole.

There were a lot of boys who had claimed they'd fucked Nicky Moore, but none had. Nicky hadn't found anyone in what she considered a rotten, miserable little town that she wanted to give her cherry to.

In point of fact, she had no cherry, having popped it herself years back with her fingers. Since then all manner of things had gone up her tight little pussy, candles, carrots, cucumbers, hairbrush handles, and of course, her fingers.

No cock had ever slid between her pussy lips, though.

The lips on her face were another story. They'd seen plenty of cocks. Nicky liked sucking cocks. It made her feel powerful, and at the same time, somehow helpless. She liked to do it on her knees, liked to feel dominated. Yet at the same time she felt in control, because she had their cocks in her mouth, and was the one doing everything, controlling everything.

She was headed for the diner, which was air-conditioned, and where she might find some man to buy her another drink, and maybe a burger, when she saw a gleaming blue Ford pull up in front of the Grocery store.

The windows were closed, which meant it was air-conditioned. The man behind the wheel was the town's newest resident. He didn't actually live in the town. He lived outside of town near the river. He was supposed to be a writer, she'd heard.

He looked to be about thirty, was of medium height, and build, with short brown hair. He was wearing jeans, loafers, and a short sleeved shirt as he got out of the car. He closed it behind him and walked into the grocery store as Nicky crossed the street and ambled over to his car.

She tried the door. It wasn't locked. She smiled and opened the door, then slid in, sighing in relief at the cool air inside. He'd left the engine running and the air-conditioner on.

Nicky shifted over to the passenger side and bent over, opening her top a bit as she let the cool air coming from a vent flow over her hot breasts and face.

The man came back out of the grocery with a bag and came up to the car. He opened it and slid in, closing the door before he saw Nicky. He started in surprise, then frowned at her.

"Hi," she said, in a soft, coy voice. "I'm Nicole. You must be that new writer guy that bought the Sutter place."

"Yeah," he said, sitting back.

"I hope you don't mind me bein' here," she said, putting on her pouty face. "I was just burning up out there, and I saw this gorgeous air-conditioned car and I just couldn't help myself."

"Must be hard getting through a day like this without air-conditioning," he said.

"Not many folks around here have any," she sighed, laying her head back a little, which pushed her breasts out.

She was sure he'd noticed.

"Well, Nicole," he said. "I'm sorry to have to shop and go, but I have to get back to my work."

"Would you mind dropping me off on your way?" she asked, her eyes going round and pleading. "It'd save me a long walk in this heat, and I'm already all sweaty."

"Sure," he said, putting the car in gear and backing out.

She raised the Coke and put it to her lips, sliding them down as she let the liquid flow into her mouth.

"Hey," she said. "You uh, wouldn't have air-conditioning at your house, would you?"

"Sure do," he said.

"Boy are you lucky," she sighed. "I'm about to get sunstroke or something, maybe even a rash from this heat. Even at night sleeping naked it's impossible to sleep."

"Well, if you're that hot you could take a dip in the river," he said.

"Yeah, but I ain't got no car to get there, and walking back gets me as sweaty as I'd be before going."

"Pretty girl like you can't find a ride?"

"Not one I trust," she snorted. "If a bunch of people are goin', okay, but I ain't gonna go with just a few guys. There ain't anything out there, you know, and who knows what would happen."

"You aren't afraid of me," he said.

"Well, you look like a gentleman," she smiled. "And you're a big writer an' all. I know you wouldn't do anything to me."

"You do, huh?"

She smiled coyly and he shook his head, heading off the paved two lane highway onto a dirty road.

She wondered if she should do him. He was kind of cute, and from the city, which meant he was way more sophisticated and smart than any of the old louses around here. It also meant that he didn't know anyone here and wasn't likely to blab to them all.

Maybe being from the city he might know more about sex than slam bam thank you ma'am. She'd heard girls talk about guys fuckin' them for all of two minutes and them not enjoying it one little bit. She figured that was most likely because the guys didn't know what the hell they were doing.

She would sure rather lose her "cherry" to a smart, sophisticated city man than one of the drooling boys who kept groping at her breasts, or some sweaty pig like Forbes.

"Where do you want to be dropped off?"

"How about your place?" she said, smiling suggestively.

He gave a short smile, and Nicky's heart thumped as she realized she had already made her decision. She was gonna let this guy do her. She was gonna let him strip her naked and stick his thing into her and pump her!