Golden Ass

Kevin met Amy at the Wicker Ridge square, cruising with her friend Terry and her sister Pam. Amy was an 18 year old virgin and her passengers happily sang “Amy has a ‘golden ass’.” They thought it was hilarious.

Amy was driving a beat up four door Chevy Impala. It was a 1974. Kevin liked old stuff. Especially old stuff that had been through stuff. Her Impala looked like it had been through a war. On the losing side.

Kevin was hanging out at the Wicker Ridge square with a high school buddy named Martin. Martin was chubby, nerdy and seemed to take a shine to Terry which was okay with Kevin because he liked the nut brown driver. Terry was cute but quiet, except for the ‘golden ass’ sing-along.

“Wanna go for a ride, boys?” sang Amy, patting the door of her car. “This party wagon seats 12!” Amy was wearing a brown knit cap. Her black curls poured out all around the edges, framing her dimpled face.

Martin said, “Yeah, if no one wears their seat belts.”

Kevin liked Amy’s smile and impish good humor. She might be a little stoned. He gestured for Martin to climb in the back.

Kevin opened the driver’s door and said, “Scooch.” He made a shooing gesture. Amy blushed, but she ‘scooched’ and Kevin got behind the wheel.

Amy scooched far enough for Kevin to get in but she was squeezed up against him. Her sister Pam was on the passenger side.

The bench seat was pulled as far forward as it would go. Amy must be short, he thought. He reached down and pulled a lever causing them all to slip back a few inches. Pam and Amy squealed because Kevin hadn’t warned them.

The old Chevy was an automatic. Kevin pulled the lever back and put the behemoth in drive, then grandly stretched his right arm across the back of the seat, across Amy’s shoulders. She dimpled and her eyes lit up.

“Well honey,” Kevin sang, looking down at Amy’s face framed by her bushy ebony hair, “What shall we do?”

“Drive,” she said, with a giggle, and put her left hand on his crotch. She gave him a squeeze.

“I thought you was a virgin,” Kevin said, a little stunned. “I thought you had a ‘golden ass’.”

“My mouth ain’t a virgin,” Amy said and her sister Pam dove over the front seat into the back. Terry and Martin were huddled against the right side door.

Amy unzipped Kevin’s fly and sucked his flaccid penis into her mouth before his surprised member knew what was happening.

Amy rolled Kevin’s rapidly inflating penis around in her mouth. To give herself more room to do the job she reached up and pulled the steering wheel tilt lever and it jumped out of Kevin’s hands. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him.

“I hate it when you do that,” Pam said from the back seat. “You’re supposed to be my little virgin sister. The girl with the golden ass!” she said. Kevin couldn’t tell if Pam was being serious or sarcastic. After all, they’d just met and Pam’s sister was sucking his dick.

Martin was stunned that Kevin was getting head in the front seat. These girls must be stoners. There was a hint of Mary Jane in Amy’s old car.

Terry was grinning broadly at Martin. She looked to be embarrassed, frightened and, because her nipples strained the fabric of her shirt, turned on. Martin put a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to relax a little. Then, experimentally, he put his other hand on one of her small well formed breasts. She blushed at his touch but didn’t pull away.

Pam looked at Martin fondling Terry’s breasts. Terry was pushed up against the door, her back straight, her cheeks scarlett, her eyes round.

“Lighten up, Terry,” Pam said. She kneeled next to Martin and rubbed his crotch. “Kiss her before she passes out, Martin,” she said, then she leaned over and kissed Terry on the lips. Then she kissed Martin on the lips.

Pam gave him a wry smile. When Martin was fully erect she wrangled his prick out of his pants. “Amy acts like such a slut,” Pam said as she took his rigid tool into her mouth.

Martin was stunned. He’d never had a blow job before. It felt glorious!

Martin leaned forward and put his lips on Terry’s and she relaxed.

Terry put her hand out and rested it on Pam’s head as it moved up and down. She pushed her tongue in and out of Martin’s mouth. Terry felt someone squeeze her crotch. Her eyes shot open. It was Pam. She closed her eyes and sighed.

There was something different about these girls. They were light-hearted. Light in spirit. Kevin couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something lacking that made being with them easy and comfortable. They just seemed happy to be alive.

Amy had stretched herself out across the seat and worked Kevin’s dick with vigor. Kevin looked in the mirror and saw that Martin was enjoying a bit of fellatio as well. He couldn’t tell who was going down on his buddy; he couldn’t remember who Pam was and who was Terry.

Kevin looked at Amy stretched across the front seat and it made him think of a girl on the floor with a coloring book. A look of innocence while she was making the dreams of a midwestern boy come true. Every guy dreamed of a pretty girl sucking his dick while he was driving a car.

Kevin drove Amy’s hulking machine into the country. Back where it was hilly and woody so they could hang out. A place where the girls could smoke a little weed if they wished. He had caught a whiff of what he thought was marijuana when he first got in the car, so he assumed the girls might wanna smoke more of that. He didn’t like to smoke ‘pot’ because it put him to sleep.

Kevin drove through a space between two trees, just wide enough for Amy’s car. There was a grassy meadow on the other side of a line of trees so close together you couldn’t see the car from the road.

Amy looked up at Kevin. She gave him a dimpled smile and he wondered if her bum had those dimples, too. She didn’t ask where they were, but seemed delighted to be there.

Martin knew where they were. Kevin brought him here and told him he liked to walk around naked and he did just that. Martin kept his clothes on, wondering if Kevin was coming on to him in a homosexual way.

Terry and Pam seemed to be baffled. The girls were from the suburbs; suburbs that were attached to a metropolitan area; Kansas City. Martin and Kevin grew up in the exurbs, which was made up of clusters of houses far removed from the hustle and bustle of buses, taxis and homeless folks. They grew up with corn fields, trees and grassy meadows.

Pam wrinkled her nose and said, “Where the fuck are we?” Pam seemed to be on the verge of turning the whole operation around. She was Amy’s big sister and could command her to take them out of there if she wanted.

Kevin swept an arm out the window where tall grass waved, bees buzzed and butterflies were fluttering about and he said, “We are in a meadow.”

Pam and Terry looked at each other while Amy smiled up at Kevin. The girls had heard of a meadow; they’d probably been in a meadow before, they just didn’t know it at the time.

“I thought you might enjoy passing time in the lap of mother nature,” Kevin said.

Pam laughed. She reached up and patted his shoulder. She said, “You are one weird dude.” Kevin watched Pam’s face in the mirror and saw she was grinning. Kevin knew girls like weird guys as long as they weren’t dangerous. Weird wasn’t boring.

“If I had only thought to bring my lute,” Kevin said, “I could serenade you fair ladies.”

“You play a lute?” Pam said, wrinkling her nose at Martin.

“He might play the lute,” Martin told her, “but I believe he was speaking of the guitar. He is an adequate performer on that instrument.”

Kevin bowed to Martin, acknowledging his faint praise.

Kevin put his penis back in his pants, opened the door and stood. He took in a breath, beat his chest with the flats of his palms then spread his arms wide. “Mother nature!” he said.

Martin and the girls got out on the other side of the car. Martin talked about a stream he knew was around the bend. Kevin thought Martin was trying to separate Pam and Terry from Amy. A bit of the old divide and conquer.

Kevin helped Amy out of the driver’s side. As she stood up next to him he thought, ‘Oh, she is short.’

Amy was four foot eleven. She claimed she was five foot tall, because it was easier than telling someone her actual height. If she told someone she was four foot eleven they would immediately ask if she was a dwarf or a midget. She didn’t think she was. Being five foot tall seemed to reassure people that she was just short and not a freak.

Amy also had large breasts. At least they seemed large because she had a small frame. She was only a 34c but boys thought they were much bigger when they were fondling them.

Amy was native American but most people thought she was mexican. She let them believe it. What was the point of correcting them?

Amy wasn’t a virgin but she never explained why she wasn’t. In her circle of friends, which included her sister, it was weird that she was a virgin but it didn’t make her a freak. Her virginity set her apart, as if she thought it made her better than everyone else. Even though she wasn’t actually a virgin.

Someone meeting Amy for the first time thought she was a five foot tall Mexican virgin. That was okay with her.

Martin and the girls were crunching their way through some trees and disappearing into a creek bed.

“You wanna walk around and look at stuff?” Kevin asked Amy. It was early October. It had been getting colder but it was in the mid seventies that day. The air was as comfortable as bathwater.

Amy was surprised that Kevin wasn’t actively begging her to finish what she’d started. That Kevin could even think about walking around just looking at stuff was weird.

Amy wasn’t a virgin but she had only had intercourse one time. Actual sex kind of hurt. It wasn’t worth the pain for some guy who just wanted to fuck her.

She would have suffered through the pain for a friend. If Terry’s brother James had asked Amy, she would have had sex with him. She liked him and had known him since they were little and he didn’t tug and paw at her clothes.

Amy was disappointed that guys couldn’t just enjoy her dick sucking skills. She liked doing it. She was good at it.

Amy went on a lot of first dates. Ironically, she didn’t get to suck very many dicks because she couldn’t bring herself to say, “I would love to blow you.” If she was making out with a guy and he started pulling at her clothes it would just turn her off.

Amy still would have sucked their dicks, but the guy would have had to ask her to. They rarely did. Boys hated rejection. If you didn’t want him to rip your clothes off and fuck, he didn’t seem to care about anything else.

Amy’s cousin Tim taught her about fellatio when her boobs started coming in. She commented on people kissing on TV and Tim told her it was Frenching.

“Want me to teach ya?” he asked her.

Amy shrugged and said okay. She’d heard of ‘kissing cousins’ so it was probably okay. If it wasn’t okay at least it was common.

Kevin took Amy’s hand and they walked in the opposite direction from Martin and the girls. Amy was alert. On the lookout. As if something momentus was about to happen.

Amy had sucked Kevin’s dick but he acted like he was just as happy holding her hand and walking through the tall grass. It annoyed her a little. He hadn’t even tried to kiss her.

Kevin looked around. It was such a beautiful day. He wanted to be naked. He came to this place many times just to walk around naked. He loved being naked. He wanted to strip down to nothing but his tennis shoes and walk around with this pretty girl that he’d just met. She could get naked too, if she wanted, but it wasn’t required.

Kevin’s said, “fuck it.” He stopped, sighed and said, “Um, I hope you don’t mind, but,” He pulled his t-shirt off. Amy smiled. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and Amy quit smiling. “I come here all the time just to walk around naked and it’s such a perfect day. I hope you don’t mind.”

They were a hundred yards from her car but Amy was freaked out.