Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

At first, Jim hardly went out at all, but when their sex lives leveled off he began showing up at the soda shop once in a while. His, friends did notice a chance in him though. For one thing, he didn't seem as interested in pursuing chicks or in going back to visit Mrs. Nerdak.

One afternoon, while he was hanging around the soda shop with Joe, Tom and Chuck, Chuck suggested that they go see a few girls he knew in another part of town. It was a pretty rough neighborhood, but the chicks there had a reputation for putting out. The guys seemed to

think that it was a good idea even though there were certain dangers involved.

"What do you say. Jim?" Chuck asked him because he hadn't said a ward about the idea.:

Jim had heard what the guys were saying, but, as usual, his thoughts were with his mother, and the guys' conversation couldn't compete with those thoughts. Now he considered the idea. There was no reason for him to go all the way over there to look for a chick when there wasn't my possibility of finding one as nice as his mom. But he could use a change of scene.

"Yeah, let's go," he said.

The guys split up into two pairs to hitchhike. First Tom and Joe caught a ride, then Jim and Chuck stuck out their thumbs. They met in one of a grocery store as planned. When Chuck and Jim arrived, Tom and Joe were standing there drinking bottles of Coke.

"I'll go call Sally and see if we can come over," Chuck said and went into the store.

While the others waited outside. Jim heard his name called. They all turned and saw two chicks run up to them. They were good-looking, with tits bouncing inside their summer jerseys and blond hair flying. When they got closer, they could see that the girls wore a lot of makeup, unlike the girls in their own neighborhood.

Jim recognized them. He knew them from a party he had gone to at his cousin's house. He tried to remember their names. They kept running until they almost bumped into them, then they both kissed Jim on the lips. He felt proud to have his friends see these chicks run up and kiss him like that. He introduced them to his buddies. He was relieved that he had remembered their names: Pat and Sharon.

As they stood there talking, a car came squealing up to the curb. By that time, Chuck had came out of the store and the four boys felt a shiver as they saw four guys get out of the car. They were all bigger and older than Jim and his friends.

"Hi, Pat," one of them said. "These creeps bothering you?"

"They're not bothering us, Hank. Don't start trouble," Pat said.

"What are you guys doing around here?" Hank said. "You're not from around here."

"I said, don't start trouble," Pat repeated and began shoving the big guy back toward his car.. "Now leave us alone or I'll never talk to you again."

"Come on guys," Hank said to his friends and they got back into the car.

With squealing tires and a loud roar from the engine, the car sped away. Jim and his buddies

breathed a deep sigh of relict, and were grateful to Pat for saving them.

"Don't mind those creeps," Pat said. "They think they own the neighborhood."

"Yeah." Sharon said. "They can't stand the competition."

"Well, we've got to get going," Pat said. "It was nice meeting you guys." "Nice seeing you again, Jim."

The boys said good-bye, but wished they could go with them. Then they turned to Chuck to see what the word was about his girls.

"Sally said we should come right over," Chuck said triumphantly. "She's going to call some of her girl friends and invite them over."

The guys were excited, except for Jim. If a chick fell into his lap it would be nice, but he had all the fucking he could handle at home.

They headed for Sally's with high expectations. When that car came to a stop beside them again, they realized how they'd let themselves get carried away with the idea of seeing Sally and her friends. They should have known that these goons would show up again.

The guys stopped and watched with a sinking feeling in their stomachs as the four big guys got out of the car again and came over to them. One of them pointed at Jim.

"That's the one, Hank," he said to the biggest one. "He's the one who kissed Pat and Sharon."

"I didn't kiss them," Jim said. "They kissed me.

"I don't care who kissed who," Hank said. "I want you to net out of here before I beat you to a pulp," he said to Jim. "You guys can stay."

Jim and his friends could plainly see that they were no match for those other four. Jim felt a cold wave of fear pass through him. He knew that he could count on his friends to help him out if there was a tight, but there was no use in their all getting beaten up. Hank's buddies were showing their willingness to mix it up by crowding in on them and looking nasty.

"Okay, I'll go," Jim said.

"And keep going," Hank called after him.

Jim thought about going back to his buddies when the car left, but he really didn't care one way or the other. When Hank and his friends left, Chuck called down the street to him to come back.

"No, that's all right. I'll bead back," he said.

His friends shrugged their shoulders and went down the street one way as Jim went the other. Suddenly, the injustice of it struck him, and even though he didn't really care about Sally and her friends, he decided that he wasn't going to let

Hank and his cronies chase him away. He turned and ran after his friends, but they were no longer in sight. He went around the corner, but still didn't see them.

Now he didn't know what to do, but he thought that there was no point in letting Hank find him again. He turned back again. Now he felt a bit depressed. He let himself get bullied by Hank and now he wasn't going to meet Sally and her friends. At least he knew where he could go to get comforted.

He walked back to the avenue to hitchhike home and heard his name called again. It was Pat and Sharon.

"Where are your friends?" Pat asked.

Jim told them about meeting Hank again and what happened. He felt embarrassed about admitting how he'd let Hank chase him away, but he didn't feel like making anything up.

"Oh, that asshole," Pat said. "He makes me so mad."

"Why don't you come over to my house?"

Sharon asked. "Pat's coming too."

"Yeah, why don't you? And if we see Hank, I'll give him a piece of my mind," Pat said.

Jim said he'd go with them. Things seemed like they might turn out better than he'd originally expected. If there were a couple of chicks he

would like to get to know better, it would be these two. As he walked with them down the street, he almost wished that Hank and his henchmen would show up again. He would tell them what he thought. But it was easy to say that now that he had the safety of the girls whom he'd seen handle those punks.

They arrived at Sharon's without trouble. No one was home, and Jim began to hope for the best. Sharon offered him a drink, something that would never have happened in his own neighborhood. They all had a big glass of whiskey and ginger ale. Sharon put a record on, and a party atmosphere filled the room.

"Is Hank your boy friend?" Jim asked Pat.

The girls laughed. She said she fucked him once in a while, but he wasn't her boy friend by a long shot. Jim was getting more and more interested.

"The girls in my neighborhood never fuck any of the guys," he said.

"Oh, you poor dear," Sharon said. "It must be terrible."

"Yeah, it is," Jim said. He decided not to say that he was getting laid by a fabulous chick at home.

"Poor, poor Jim," Pat said.

Both girls came to him, one on each side, and they placed a kiss on each cheek. Jim's prick

began to harden in his jeans as he felt two pairs of tits touch him on the arms. The girls led him to the couch and sat him down.

"Poor Jim," Pat said again. "First he gets chased out of the neighborhood, and then he tells us that girls in his neighborhood don't fuck. Tsk, tsk."