The Freak Pt. 02 of 05

"What time did you go to bed last night?"

"Mom and Dad let me stay up until 10:00."

"That's great! I stayed up until four. Let me see...ten is bigger than four so you must have been up later than me."

She responded with a scowl. "Even I know that's not true. You need to get up. Barbara's already up and dressed. C'mon!"

"Uggh! It's a good thing that I love you." I growled and Carole scampered away screaming down the hallway. Thank God I wasn't a drinker. J didn't know how I could handle a hangover considering how tired I was. I struggled out of bed to shave, run a comb through my generally unruly short hair, and brush my teeth, dressing in a Harvard sweatshirt, jeans, and slippers. Then I made my bed, turning it back into a couch before yawning my way to the kitchen.

Barbara was there getting a cup of coffee. I wrapped my arm around her waist and she moved up for a quick kiss. That was accompanied by a giggle from the breakfast nook. Knowing that Carole was watching, I moved in for a real kiss. Mom and Dad already knew of my intentions even if Barbara didn't so I wasn't worried that they'd say anything. Of course, the giggling was non-stop through the entire kiss. I broke it and jumped into the nook, grabbing Carole and swinging her around while I hugged and kissed her. Her giggling turned to loud laughter which stopped only when Dad complained of an after New Year's headache. I felt real sympathy, knowing how I felt without one.

Barbara and I had only a light breakfast of pastries and doughnuts from the bakery. I broiled hot dogs for lunch then we retired to the living room for the traditional football games. Barbara sat on the couch where she had been on Christmas and I sat on the floor at her feet. She rubbed my neck and ran her fingers through my hair for most of the afternoon. Around three she moved to the kitchen to help Mom with the dinner. Carole and I helped by setting the table.

We ate dinner as one big and happy family before I walked outside with Barbara to drive her home. Tomorrow was Sunday so I'd see her early for Mass, knowing that we'd spend the entire day and much of the night together. Somehow, my need for seven days of basketball a week had ebbed, replaced by a greater need—a need to love and be loved and to be with that one special person. I let Barbara take the Olds home with her Sunday night so we could spend time together after Tuesday's game.

January and February are the months when the basketball season kicks into high gear. Every game is a league game and every game counts toward that elusive league championship. Well, it was elusive if you played at a school other than ours over the past four years. There was pressure though—the pressure of being ranked number one...the pressure of having a target on your back every time you stepped onto the court. Despite the pressure we ran the table, winning every game by a wide margin.

I had expected to play against every junk defense in the book—box and one, triangle and two, and every variant that was ever devised. There were two big problems with this approach. The first was that I never cared how many points I scored; doubling me had to leave someone else open and my teammates were all very good players in their own right. Doubling me led to more open layups for them than I could count. The other problem was that the smaller guards couldn't leap with me and the bigger players were just too slow. You're not supposed to be able to drive through a zone, but I drove for layup after layup most games. When I couldn't score I gladly passed to a cutting teammate. Could I make All-American playing this way? Who cared? All that mattered was that we won.

There are four classes of schools in New York—A, B, C, and D—based on school enrollment. Tuckahoe was in Class D. Our success over the past four years meant that we could go anywhere we wanted to in the tourney to play against any class of opponent. Some of us wanted to go into Class A. Most of our opponents had been in Class A or higher, but I argued for us to stay in Class D. "Let the bigger schools beat each other up. Guys will get hurt. Guys will get tired. We'll meet the best in the inter-class finals just as we have in the past."

That was what we did and, sure enough, New Rochelle faltered in the A semis and so did Mount Vernon, another highly ranked school from our area. One of the lesser schools won the A competition and the same thing happened in the Class B finals. We blew the Class C champs out of the gym and the following night we whipped the A Champs. They were exhausted from their game against the B winners. Our starters had only played about half of our game the previous night. I won the center jump, one of the few that were actually contested and scored on our much practiced opening play, rubbing my man off on Eli's strong broad body for a crashing dunk. We pressed full court and ran at every opportunity. For all purposes, the game was over at the half when we had built a twenty point lead. Instead of relaxing we shifted into overdrive and, once again, the basket looked to be as big as the ocean. I couldn't and didn't miss and neither did my teammates. We had our fifth consecutive state championship. Three of us made the all-tournament team—three out of ten. Our win streak was at 129 when the season ended.

Best of all—Barbara was there with me every step of the way, even staying overnight in a room with my sisters during the two finals weekends. She was one of many who stormed the court first when we won the Class D State Championship and, finally, when we won the whole shebang. She was the only one of that horde, however, to greet me with a searing kiss.

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It was the last week in March and I had just driven to our favorite parking place after an early night of bowling. Soon the outdoor movies would open and we could look forward to an entire night of making out. So far Barbara and I had done everything sexually other than fucking. I loved her enough that I wasn't going to push it. We were sitting together holding each other knowing that we had plenty of time for sexual activities later. Barbara broke our kiss and looked up at me, her pleading voice just above a whisper. "Jack, what's going to happen to us once we graduate?"

"I think we're going to stay together. We will if I have anything to say about it."

"But how? You're going to Harvard and I'm staying here to attend St. Elizabeth Seton. We won't see each other for months."

"No...you need to come to Massachusetts with me."

"How can I do that? Where would I live?"

I could see that Barbara was almost in tears and I would never want that. I leaned down to kiss her then opened my door to get out. "Do me a favor and scoot over here a bit. Please?" I gave her a quick peck and got out, walking around the back of the car and getting back in on the passenger side. My right knee was on the car floor and my left foot was on the asphalt as I reached into the glove box to get a plain brown paper lunch bag. Mom had hundreds of them for Carole and even Marie on occasion.

Taking her hands in mine I began to speak. "Barbara, you know that I dated quite a few girls before you, but I've never once told a girl that I loved her, not until this very second. Barbara, I think I fell in love with you even before I caught you in front of St. Catharine's. I am so totally in love with you that it's scary. I told you about the flash where I saw you fall, but I never told you about the other flash that day nor about the hundreds I've had since then; flashes about our love and life with each other."

I could see her start to understand and she smiled broadly as I continued. "Barbara, I hate being away from you for even a single night now so I can't imagine what being away from you for months would be like. Actually, I can; it would be the closest thing to hell for me. What I'm doing here in case you haven't figured it out yet is asking you to marry me. I promise that I will love and cherish and protect you forever, maybe even longer."

I reached into the bag to retrieve the small blue velvet box from Harry Winston. Barbara hadn't said a word, but she did push her finger out to me. There were tears in her eyes as I slipped the ring onto her finger. Once it was on she pulled me to her for the hottest kiss of my life. Then she whispered in my ear. "Jack. I have loved you for so long—as long as I've known you. I want more than anything to make love with you. I've wanted that for quite a while, too. I want to feel you inside me. I only wish I could feel you spurt into my womb, but that will have to wait...for a while, anyway. Can we get into the back seat?"

After a tight hug and a tender kiss I replied, "I think you deserve a real bed for our first time. You want to drive?"

"No, I want to cuddle up next to you and look at my ring. Was it expensive? I'll bet it was!" She leaned forward again to kiss me then shooed me out the door. I drove us to Nepperhan Avenue, one of the main drags in Yonkers where I had seen some old fashioned motels—the kind that are a bunch of individual small cabins—on our way to an away game. We were there in less than thirty minutes. I handed Barbara a pocketful of change, telling her, "Why don't you phone Mrs. Gleason and tell her you'll be late. Be sure you tell her why...the engagement why not the making love why." Barbara laughed then hugged and kissed me before slipping into the phone booth. (Remember! This was 1961 when such things were commonplace.) I walked into the motel office to register.

"I'd like to rent a room, please."

He looked me over closely before responding. "Are you actually old enough?"

"My attorney tells me that one must be eighteen to legally sign a contract so the answer is 'yes.' I have my passport in my pocket if you like." He responded by holding his hand out and I passed it to him. He spent more than a minute checking the photo and my date of birth before returning it to me.

"I suppose the woman outside is your wife."

"Not yet, but we just became engaged tonight. She wants to make love and I thought her first time should be in a real bed as opposed to my back seat."

"First time? Yes, I guess I can see why you'd like that to be special. Fifteen bucks and I don't expect to have any trouble."

"There won't be any. I have too much to lose—a full ride to Harvard being at the top of the list."

"Wow," he said as he made change and passed me the key to number seven. "You're a big kid. Ever play any kind of ball?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah...a five-year starter in basketball and baseball and a four-year starter in football."

"I recognize you now. Tuckahoe, right?" I nodded. He laughed as he said, "Nobody is happier than I am that you're graduating. My son played JV basketball and will be a junior at Gorton next year."

My smile vanished. "Too bad about Jimmy Albin." He nodded. Jimmy's situation was sad. He'd been found dead just after the end of the season, a hypodermic needle jutting from his arm. All of my teammates and I attended his wake and funeral. Barbara was there, too, never leaving my side. I put my smile back on my face as I walked out, but there was no fooling my love.

"What's wrong, Jack?"

"Nothing really; his son played JV at Gorton. He knew Jimmy."

She reached up to stroke my cheek. "You tried to warn him, Jack. He didn't listen. A lot of kids think they know everything. Oh...Mrs. Gleason is thrilled. She didn't seem to be too surprised." She took my hand and we walked together to our room. She showed me a handful of condoms from the glove box.

"You trying to kill me before we're even married?"

'No, but I like to be prepared." I smiled—prepared is good. I opened the door and turned on the light. I expected the room to be worn and it was, but it appeared to be clean although it was cold. I found the heater and adjusted the control. I was pleased when the machine responded immediately.

Now that we were here we were both nervous and hesitant. Eventually, we started to giggle and that developed into full laughter. We came together for a long kiss. "Don't you think you should undress me now," Barbara whispered. I kissed her again, moving my hands to her tiny buttons while she began to work on mine. My hands are big and powerful, but they weren't made for this kind of work. She had me practically naked by the time I had half of her buttons opened.

"Here, silly, let me help you." She pulled the blouse up and over her head, turning around so I could handle her bra. I leaned forward to nuzzle her neck and cup her beautiful breasts in my hands. Barbara reached behind her to lower my slacks and my briefs. Luckily I had worn my loafers so I was able to step out of my shoes. I placed all of the clothes on a chair while Barbara lowered the blanket and sheet. "I think I need to practice some sexy poses for you—something that will help you get turned on."

"You haven't needed anything so far. Just one glance at your beautiful face and your incredible body and look at me." I looked down at my cock which stood at attention, as hard as granite and already leaking pre-cum. I kneeled on the bed and lay next to my goddess to caress and experience her fantastic body from head to toe—her soft smooth skin, her glimmering hair, her perfect conical breasts topped with sensitive and responsive nipples and areolas. I kissed each of those nipples, licking and suckling like an infant. My hand rubbed her labia until she was panting and squirming with desire.

"It's time, darling. Make love to me. I want it. Damn, I need it." She pulled a condom from the night table and with practiced precision unrolled it down my shaft as I moved between her legs.

"I know it's going to hurt at first. Am I going to bleed?" I hesitated a second then jumped up to the bathroom, returning with a thin bath towel. Barbara raised her hips to accommodate me then spread her legs wide. I rubbed myself up and down her slit several times before gently pushing home. I was going slowly for two reasons. First, Barbara was a virgin, unused to having anything anywhere near as thick as my cock in her tunnel. Second, I didn't want her to hurt any more than necessary. Apparently, she had other ideas as she thrust her hips upward several inches, ripping her hymen in a flash.

She cried out, several tears streaming from her face, but when I looked at her all I could see was her love. I kissed those tears away as Barbara began to smile. She relaxed as I pushed further into her. We began a rhythm, moving together—slowly at first-- Barbara's legs wrapped tightly around my waist. "Oh, Jack!" She was moaning continuously now. I raised my body up onto my elbows so I could worry her sensitive nipples with my fingers. I could tell from her movements that she was rubbing her clit—her big hard clit loaded with sensitive nerve endings—into my pubic bone.

She was working as hard as I was, driving her hips into me with every thrust. Her face was a mask of love and lust. Her love for me was evident, but just as obvious was her lust—her desire and need to fuck and be fucked—to cum and cum hard.

Our pace increased until we were fucking like animals then—suddenly and without warning—she froze, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down for a kiss that showed her passion and her love and her lust. Then, just as suddenly, she lost it. Her body shook in three or four directions at once as her powerful orgasm claimed reign over her body. Even my weight wasn't enough to keep her in the center of the bed. She was just coming down when my orgasm hit. She knew by now what to expect. Six straight times my hips drove forward, a fountain of semen erupting from my hard hot tool. I tried to move off her, but she would hear nothing of it. "Please, Jack...stay where you are. I love having you in me."

"There's nothing I'd like more, but, if I do, there's a good chance that the condom will leak. That would never do." I kissed her again, a relatively chaste one, and slid off to her side, the condom, loaded with my seed, dangling from my shrinking cock. I trotted to the bathroom to flush it away and wash my organ thoroughly. I knew that Barbara wanted to play and the last thing we needed was for some stray sperm to find its way into the wrong place.

Barbara was grinning like the Cheshire cat when I returned. I lay next to her, kissing her cheek and hair and rubbing her back and butt. "Why the silly grin," I asked.

"I was just remembering something you said. Remember when you told me that making love was the most fun thing you ever did? I agree completely. It really was the best thing I've ever done. Can we do it again?"

"We can, but we'll need to rest and wait a bit. Men aren't built like women." She began to laugh and I joined her. "That's not what I meant. Women can make love time after time as long as their vaginas are lubricated, but a man has to recover. I think it's called refractory period. I should be okay to go again in about thirty or forty minutes. Then if you want to do it again it'll take me a bit longer."

She "pouted" until she smiled, calling me a spoil sport. I just shrugged my shoulders as I pulled her to me again. We talked about our plans. I wanted us to marry as soon as possible. I also wanted Barbara to accompany me to Cambridge the week after Easter so we could look to rent an apartment or house. I thought that she could apply to local universities for admission in January. She had good grades and there were plenty of universities in the Boston area so I was sure she would be successful. I'd rent two motel rooms for appearance sake, but after tonight there would be no reason to use both. If we could marry at the end of the school year we could move to Massachusetts the following week.

Barbara had been playing with my cock, something she had done often—almost every night we spent down past the apartments and, sure enough, thirty-five minutes later she rolled another condom down my shaft. "Why don't you take the top this time? I think you'll like it, maybe even better. You'll have complete freedom of movement and I'll be able to play with these babies." I was already massaging her gorgeous breasts.

"It could be better?" Her tone was incredulous, but she climbed over me to straddle my hips. I took my cock and helped her to line up her pussy with my organ. She had her eyes closed, her face showing total contentment as I stretched her vaginal walls. She began a rocking motion, rubbing her clit into my muscular abdomen. She leaned down for a quick, but hot kiss as I rubbed her breasts and rolled her hard wrinkled nipples with my hands.

Barbara's clit was big—much bigger than average. When swollen as it was now it was easy to rub it into me. Roughly half protruded from its hood. Barbara obviously enjoyed the freedom this position gave her. I knew that I loved seeing her physically expressing her love for me in such an energetic and enthusiastic way.

We had experienced intense orgasms less than an hour ago so both of us were much slower to cum. I thought it was a blessing to be inside Barbara's heavenly cunt for such an extended time. Finally, after more than ten minutes a silent scream passed Barbara's lips as her back arched about thirty degrees, driving her sensitive clit even more firmly into my body. I moved my hands from her breasts to her hips. Only my strength kept her from thrashing around, and possibly off, the bed. Once again, she was coming down—after almost a minute of what the French call "the little death"—as my hips drove her up and my cock exploded into her steaming hot vault.

Barbara was spent so I pulled her down to my body, taking care to let my shrinking organ escape her cunt. I knew there'd be leakage in this position so I wanted it on the sheets instead of in her. I spent the next fifteen minutes covering her face with tiny kisses while my hands rubbed her back and her glorious butt. Checking my watch I saw that the time was 1:17. I tried to rouse her. "C'mon, we need a shower and then I have to get you home."