Brad Harris - Part-time wife

She had a fifteen-minute drive home. The blond decided that if she spotted an all-night restaurant, she'd better stop for coffee. That would keep her on the safe side. Too much fucking and too many drinks had left her groggy. She'd better have coffee, perhaps a hamburger would help, too. Mitzi spotted the bright lights of a restaurant and swung the car into the parking area. She smiled at the "Happiness Is A Tight Pussy" bumper sticker on the old van in the next parking slot, then walked inside, relieved to smell the sharp, rich aroma of freshly made coffee.

The young waitress brought her a cup before taking her order. Mitzi watched the way the chubby little girl swung through the restaurant, her thighs churning away beneath the short skirt, her full, ripe tits filling the blouse to overflowing. The blond was not the only one smiling at the girl's body. Two cheaply dressed men sat at a corner table. They kept eyeing the waitress and looking at each other as though they were making lewd remarks about the girl's anatomy. Mitzi was sitting near enough to pick up some of their conversation. As they raised their voices to speak to the waitress as she brought them their orders, the young blond listened while she sipped her coffee.

"Listen, honey," one of the men told the waitress. "Why don't we wait around until you finish your shift? We have a van out front. We'll take a spin out to the beach for the day."

The chubby brunette ignored the comment. Out of the corner of her eye, Mitzi saw the other man grab the waitress by her arm and pull her back toward them. His hand ran up the girl's thigh and patted the round ass beneath the skirt.

"Hey, sugar, Ben's talking to you," he scolded her. "That's not polite just to ignore a man when he's talking to you like that. I think you ought to apologize to my friend. His feelings will be hurt. He made you an offer and you didn't even answer him."

"Let me go!" the waitress hissed. "You have your order. Eat your food and get out of here!"

She winced as the man grabbed her thigh in a tight grip. He held her tightly while he looked up smiling at the rapidly heaving tits. He pulled her roughly toward him and leaned his head into the panting breasts.

Mitzi turned away for a moment. She looked for the presence of a man in the restaurant who might help the girl if the rough-looking pair got out of hand. The slender teenager who appeared behind the counter wouldn't be much help in case of trouble, not unless there was a gun behind the counter. Either of the two hoodlums could make short work out of him.

The blond was ready to step over to the telephone and call the police when she saw a burly figure step from the kitchen and look toward the waitress with a scowling face. The two toughs released the girl and let her resume her duties while the heavy-set manager stared at them threateningly before returning to the kitchen. Mitzi leaned back in the booth, letting her, body relax after the tension and activity of the day. She listened to the subdued rumble of the men's voices in the background, her mind flowing back as their actions and their voices triggered memory.

She'd been perhaps seventeen, still too slender, but striking enough with her blond hair and long, lovely legs to attract more male attention than she knew how to handle. She'd only fucked Donny Anders once more. She had tried a screw with an older boy, the son of her mother's closest friend, with little more success. The blond had about decided that fucking was overrated, that it was something she could leave alone until she fell in love with some very special boy. She had resisted all pleas, fought off all grasping hands of the boys she dated. She acted like a virgin. Hell, she remembered, she even thought of herself as a virgin.

There was one boy, however, who would not be deprived of her body. Calvin Wylie usually dated the girls from the lower end of town. Cal had never even tried to go with any of Mitzi's friends, certainly not with her. She had seen the swarthy boy at ball game with some of the cheapest-looking girls she could imagine. Whenever he locked at her as they passed in the school corridors, the blond felt an uncomfortable glow in her body. He looked at her like he could see right through her clothes. He didn't look at her face, he looked at her tits and at her thighs.

She kept her distance until the afternoon she was caught in a sudden thunderstorm. Mitzi had run to the shelter of a service station as the downpour started. She had gotten thoroughly soaked, however, before she made it. She stood, wet and shivering, beneath the overhang as the wind whipped the rain about her. She didn't notice the car that pulled in at first. She didn't notice it until Cal opened his window and called to her.

"You'll catch cold standing out there like that," he told her.

She looked over and recognized him. He wasn't looking at her in such a leering way as usual. She would have refused his offer of a ride if he had done so. He sure had every reason to stare at her. The wet blouse and skirt clung to every curve of her slender body. She might as well have been standing there nude. Instead of looking her exposed body over, Cal smiled into her face and motioned for her to hop in the car.

She hesitated a moment, then shivered from the wind and the rain. She ran quickly around the car and hopped in the door he had reached across to open for her. She sat down, realizing that her clothes were getting the upholstery wet. The blond opened her mouth to apologize when he waved aside her protest.

"What's a little water?" he laughed pleasantly. "It'll dry out a lot sooner than your clothes."

She smiled thankfully at him. Now he was looking at her in the old way. His eyes glowed as they rested on her panting breasts. He dropped his gaze to her crotch. She saw the sweep of lust over his face as he turned his vision back to the street and drove out of the station.

She still might have escaped the afternoon's events had the street which led into her subdivision not been flooded. The flash flood combined with a faulty sewer to make it impossible for him to drive her directly home. He stopped as he saw the cars ahead stalled out from the rising water.

Cal backed his car quickly and drove back in the direction from which they had come. Mitzi shivered from the wet clothing, too uncomfortable at the moment to realize where the boy was driving her. She sat dumbly as he drove down several streets, finally pulling into a driveway and stopping the car as they entered an attached garage. Calvin turned to her and smiled. This time the gentle, friendly smile was on his face.

"We have to get you dry," he told her. "Mom should have a robe you can wear while she tosses your things in the drier."

He reached across her and opened the door for her. Mitzi hesitated once more. He had mentioned his mother, she noted. Why should she worry? Hell, no boy ever raped a girl with his mother standing there watching. At least she had never heard of anything like that. She slipped through the door and ran into the house with him. She looked around for the expected mother of the boy. The house seemed deserted. Mitzi turned to him, feeling a sudden sensation of reluctance to remain. The look on his face gave her even more concern. He was looking at her with desire written all over him.

"Your mother?" she asked. "You said your mother would be here."

"Did I?" he laughed. "I don't see how I could. Mom won't be off work for two or three hours yet. That gives us plenty of time for me to get in a little pussy."

Mitzi tried to push past him and get out the door. Cal blocked her way with his wide shoulders and pushed her through the kitchen. He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her roughly against his body. He held her tightly while he began pulling at her wet clothing.

"Have to get these clothes off," he muttered. "Can't have the sexiest tail in school getting sick on us. Get you out of the clothes and dry them out. In the meantime I'll have a taste of that little cunt of yours."