The Freak Pt. 04 of 05

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We practiced for graduation on Friday morning, finding our places and marching slowly into the auditorium to Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance, courtesy of the high school orchestra. As valedictorian I was first while Barbara was number 13 alphabetically. That placed her at the opposite end of the first row.

The mood was solemn Friday night when I led the class in, following only the superintendent and principal. I knew they would have short speeches before introducing me then Jimmy Piersall for our speeches. I was bored stiff listening to Mr. Wickers telling everyone all about my accomplishments—academic and athletic. His introduction was longer than my speech by several minutes. I knew he'd do this, or at least a much shorter version, for every student in what I had always thought of as a feeble attempt to show the entire community how close he was to the students. I knew otherwise; he got all of his information from Mrs. Costello. I'd been in her office last June and I had seen her memo on the desk. It listed every student and his/her post high school plans—a list of college acceptances, or work plans, or enlistment in the armed forces and it was in large capitals that would make it easy for our principal to read. He continued for ten minutes before finally making his introduction.

I had stepped to the podium to the expected applause and was just about to begin when Tony rose from his seat about halfway down the first row and placed a Campbell soup can on the floor where all could see it. I looked that way and as I did, I heard a low rumbling from my classmates-- "Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak...."

"No way; I'm giving my speech." Then I looked past Tony to see Barbara and I could see her pleading with me. I left the podium, no doubt to the confusion of almost everyone in the audience. Stopping when I reached Barbara, I asked, "You, too?"

"Let's face it, Jack; graduations are boring. Here's your chance to make this one unforgettable. Please?" I removed my cap and leaned in for a quick kiss. My classmates had resumed their chant before I even had a chance to replace the cap onto my head.

"Okay, folks—it looks like I spent weeks on my speech for nothing. There is only one person who could convince me to do this. That person is my wife, Barbara; the only woman I kiss other than my mom, sisters, aunt, and grandmothers. I'm doing this for her and when I do, you're all going to have a ton of questions. Everyone on the stage and most of the other students and teachers know about this. I know that Mr. Wickers knows. I'm not so sure about Mr. Whiteman, but here goes. Watch carefully."

I leaned over the podium, extending my hand. Less than ten seconds later it held the soup can to the amazement and exclamations of the audience. I waited for quiet then I read the label. "Tomato—that figures; I hate tomato." And then I told an abridged story of my life. I told about being struck and learning how to fix my body. I told them that my IQ had jumped more than 70 points. "That only means that I have a high ability to learn. It doesn't mean that I will. I'll bet that I work harder than anyone else in the class." Then I told them how I structured my body to be an athlete. "But, just having ability is meaningless if you don't work hard. Every one of my teammates will tell you that I work harder in practice than anyone else. When Coach Darling tells us to do fifteen push-ups, I do thirty. Instead of fifty sit-ups I do eighty. I do more and faster on everything except squat-thrusts and that's only because I jump higher and each one takes longer.

"Now I'll tell you something that none of my classmates know. I sometimes get what amount to coming attractions in which I can see small snippets of the future. I know it sounds incredible, but that lightning bolt really did a number on my brain. That's how I first met Barbara, my wife. We were in church and I had just given her my seat when I saw her future—slipping and falling on the icy sidewalk outside, striking her head on the concrete and bleeding out before an ambulance could reach her. Instead, I caught her and we began our relationship. When people our age get married in a hurry everyone always thinks the worst. That was true in our case, but it's not the worst you think it was. It was another worst entirely. We—Barbara much more than I—have been intimately involved in the scandal at St. Claudia's School in Yonkers. She went through the worst torture I could ever imagine, suffering incredible pain in her back for almost two weeks. I married Barbara so she wouldn't have to return to that school. Of course, it helped immensely that I was in love with her and that I'd had about three hundred of those coming attractions of our future life together.

"So, there you have it—the story of my life. I should have died that day in Florida. Instead, I've been blessed intellectually and athletically, but mostly I've been blessed with a strong work ethic. Without that desire to succeed everything else would be wasted." I stepped back from the podium and returned to my seat, but not before holding the soup can out and returning it to Tony the same way I had retrieved it. My classmates erupted in applause and cheering. It was the first time they'd seen that little trick because it was also the first time, I'd ever tried it.

The rest of the ceremony was predictable...and boring, exactly as Barbara had predicted. After receiving my diploma, I walked around the rear of the risers as we had rehearsed to find myself standing next to my bride. She removed my cap and pulled me down for a brief kiss, one that hadn't gone unnoticed by my family and especially by my littlest sister who cheered mightily just as she did when Barbara and Eli received their diplomas. Once the program was over, we walked down the steps from the stage to the auditorium and out into the hallway where we returned our caps and gowns and where we congratulated each other with hugs and handshakes. Of course, I received a long congratulatory kiss from my beautiful wife.

We went to the party held by our class president, but only for an hour then we visited with my folks and my aunt and uncle before returning to Mrs. Mazzone's for our last night. I had already packed up a lot of our stuff into the Jeep and the Olds' trunk. We had some clothes and toiletries and a couple of bags of food plus the sheets and blankets. The phone had been disconnected. We had showered and were in bed and now we were each ready to receive our mutual reward.

"I never knew you could make things go away from your hand, Jack," she whispered.

"To tell the whole truth, neither did I. That was the first time I even tried it. If that hadn't worked, I was just going to walk over to Tony and hand it back to him. I guess you were right, though—it was an unforgettable graduation. How Wickers allowed it to happen I'll never understand."

Barbara leaned over to kiss me. "I have a small confession to make. Tony, Richie, Marlene and I went to see him last week. It was a struggle, but in time we were able to convince him to coerce you to show off your skills. We spoke to the entire class Monday when you were called to the office to review your speech. I'm sorry I deceived you. I'll never do it again. I promise."

"Too bad we're not practicing Catholics now. I could make you do penance."

"I'll do penance for you any day. How's this for a beginning?"

With that she slipped between my legs. I was hard before her sweet lips had wrapped themselves around my cock's head. She teased me at first, working my shaft with her tongue then slowly taking me deeply into her mouth, stopping only when her lips touched my pubic hair. The sensation was heavenly, but it wasn't what I wanted now. I waited until Barbara had allowed my cock to escape her hot mouth then I pulled her up and into a long seriously hot kiss. I could taste my cock on her tongue, but that didn't stop me from showing my love for my bride.

We were mid-kiss when I lifted her bodily, positioning her oozing cunt over my throbbing organ. I missed her on the first try, but managed to stab her on the second. I could tell that I had struck deep from her loud moan that died in my mouth. We began a rhythm, one we knew from lots and lots of experience would bring us to the deepest, most satisfying orgasms. On and on we moved, me driving deeply into Barbara, her pressing her swollen button into my muscles with incredible strength and energy.

It was a good ten minutes before I felt the rumbling in my core and the tiny tremors emanate from her cunt. This was our cue to ramp up our actions. In seconds we were pounding each other mercilessly until...the peace before the storm—the day of calm before the hurricane. And then it was here. I wrapped Barbara in my arms as we thrashed wildly over the bed, turning almost one hundred and eighty degrees before it finally subsided. We lay there a hot and sweaty mess, my gooey semen running freely from Barbara's canal now that my cock had shrunken and slipped out.

"That was incredible, Jack. I think it was my best orgasm ever. I'm so glad I'm on the pill now. Feeling your flesh inside me is fantastic, but the experience of you cumming inside me it just the best. I can feel the heat as it splashes against my cervix."

"I'm glad you enjoy it," I said, deadpanning against her enthusiasm. She sat up, a scowl on her face, until she broke out laughing. A second later I joined her then we tried to straighten the bed and went to sleep in our usual position—Barbara's head on my chest, her oozing cunt riding my thigh.

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We woke early Saturday morning as usual and were into the shower in only a few seconds. I shaved while Barbara dressed then I dressed and we set about stripping the bed and loading the remainder of our meager possessions into the cars. Then we set about cleaning the rooms and bathroom. Mrs. Mazzone had told us not to bother, but we couldn't in good conscience leave a mess for her. Once we were done, we left an envelope on our night stand and walked down to return her keys and extend our thanks. Her house had been the perfect place for us and she had proven herself to be just about the perfect landlady.

With a final hug and kiss we bade good-bye, promising to stop by whenever we were in the area again. We never mentioned the envelope. Had we, she would certainly have refused. Inside was our parting gift to her, a $100 gift certificate to her favorite restaurant. It was too expensive for her to go often. We thought at the time that she could get at least five good dinners at our expense.

Our drive was a short one—all the way to my parents' home in Chester Heights. Rather than drive immediately to Somerville we wanted to spend the day with my family. All my sisters could talk about was the wedding and the reception. Only my mother had seen the altercation with my Uncle Arthur, my mother's brother-in-law. "What was that all about, Jack?"

"He took offense at Eli dancing with Carole. I wanted to head him off before he caused a real scene."

"What an idiot; didn't he see that your dad and I were right there?"

"I knew he was a bigot from some of the remarks Richard has made, but that was totally out of line. There was no way I was going to allow that. I have to admit that I told him he could either go home or return to his seat, but if he tried to do anything to Eli he was going to be in a world of hurt."

"Who are you talking about, J.J.? I had such a good time dancing with Eli. He picked me up that same way you do."

"I know that, Pumpkin. I saw you were having fun, but someone objected because Eli is a Negro."

"Why would that matter, J.J.?"

"I don't know, honey, but some people are just stupid."

"They must be; Eli is so nice." I stopped the conversation by scooping Carole into my arms and pretend dancing with her, twirling around the living room while my family sat and laughed.

We left after lunch for a short visit with Mr. and Mrs. Gleason. They also talked at length about the wedding and reception. They went on and on about the food; they'd had the prime filets and claimed that they were the best they'd ever eaten. "Did you like yours, Barbara?"

"I don't know if you saw us, but we had the lobster. Jack took me out for a lobster dinner in Boston and I loved it. I still need Jack to help me take it apart, but I agree—the food was great. So was the band; we had a ball."

We stayed for an hour and left with hugs and kisses, returning to my family by four. We relaxed for the rest of the afternoon before having pot roast and roasted potatoes for dinner. I loved pot roast. It was one of my all-time favorites. I thanked Mom several times. Barbara and I turned in early knowing that we would have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.

Dad made us a great breakfast of French toast and bacon. Barbara and I carried our toiletries and dirty clothes out to the cars and then we said our good-byes to my family. It was longer and more emotional than I could have imagined. Poor Carole cried until I promised her that she could come for a visit before school began. Of course, Mom reminded us to drive carefully, something she had told me probably a thousand times since I had learned to drive.

We waved as we pulled away, me in the Jeep and Barbara in the Olds. We had agreed that I would lead because I knew the way and we had also agreed to stop hourly, if possible. I knew that Barbara was a safe driver but she had never driven this far in a single day. From Chester Heights to Cambridge should take us four hours at roughly fifty miles per hour. That's how long we took when we had driven up at Easter even though we had split the trip into two halves.

We made our first stop just outside Trumbull, Connecticut. Barbara was holding up well so far, but I knew too well how easily one could become physically drained from driving. We used the restroom and washed our faces then we grabbed some sodas from a machine and sat out in the sunlight to drink them. I told Barbara then that I planned to stop again once we had passed Hartford. That was pretty much what we did. Our next stop was in Sturbridge, Massachusetts, only an hour from Cambridge. We ate lunch and stopped at a custom candy shop that my parents and I loved. Once we had left there I drove to a nearby park where we stopped in the shade. I locked the Jeep and went to sit in the Olds' passenger seat. I bade Barbara to lie across the seat for a short nap. I had noticed immediately that her energy level was dangerously low when we had stopped. A half-hour nap would help her tremendously. She must have agreed because her head was on my thigh only seconds before she was sound asleep. I closed my eyes and joined her seconds later.

Barbara stirred forty minutes later, about five minutes after I did. I could tell immediately that she was better. "Wow, Jack; I never take a nap."

"It's the driving. It has a hypnotic effect on most people and that can make you really tired really fast. We're not on a deadline so better safe than sorry."

She sat up and kissed me, just a quick one. "I'm saving the really good ones for later," she said with a smile. "Thanks for taking care of me. It seems you do that a lot."

"That's my job." I kissed her then opened the door and walked quickly to my Jeep. We pulled into the motel less than fifty minutes later. Barbara phoned my parents collect while I checked in. We emptied everything that was on the seats in both cars, being sure to lock them. I thought that our clothes, radios, and phonograph would be safe out of sight in the locked trunk. We parked right in front of the room under a bright street lamp.

We watched TV for a while until Barbara got bored, turned it and the lights off and rushed into my arms. We kissed and groped each other long enough to flood our faces with spit. "Do you think we'll ever get tired of this?"

"You mean kissing, or sex?"

"Take your choice."

"No way in hell...not if I have any say in it."

"Good answer; I know I'll want to do it on my death bed which I hope will be a very long time from now." I knew it would be, but I said nothing. Instead, I moved between Barbara's smooth shapely legs. She smiled as she told me, "Good choice; I want to wrap my legs around you and pull you into me." And that's exactly what she did until she surprised me by moving her legs onto my shoulders. I had driven into her only five or six times before I noticed a huge change in her reactions. I had no idea what was different, but Barbara's actions were much more energetic, determined, and passionate. She came then and continued humping like there was no tomorrow--cumming two more times before my eruptions called an end to our love making—for now, anyway.

After breakfast we drove to the realtor's office to meet with Mrs. Kline. She had been an incredible resource for us. We wanted to make a number of alterations to the house and she had come up with a list of reputable contractors for us. Additionally, she had arranged to have all of the old carpets pulled up and removed leaving only the bare hardwood floors. Renovating them would be our first inside priority. Repaving the driveway and a fence for the back yard would be next. We met with three flooring contractors that morning, selecting one not because of the lowest price—he was second low—but because he could start immediately and would be done by Saturday. We met with a paving contractor Mrs. Kline had highly recommended in the afternoon.

Our driveway was the old kind with two strips of concrete and a median of grass between. Worse were all the cracks and tilted slabs. I knew from experience how hard it would be to shovel snow on such a driveway and the cracked areas would always be icy in the winter. That was what my parents had for years before renovating just two years ago. The contractor recommended stripping out the entire driveway and starting over from scratch. That was exactly what my dad had suggested. "If you don't there will be lots of uneven surfaces. There are plenty of cracks in the existing concrete and they're only going to get worse. When I get done, you'll have a solid mass of seamless asphalt." I agreed, but did haggle a bit on the price as Mrs. Kline had suggested. I was able to save us more than $500. He would start on Wednesday with removal, digging, and installing the new base and be finished by Thursday.

It had been a long and productive day, but we weren't done yet. We were able to stroll through three furniture stores—just looking and taking notes on a bedroom set, living and dining room furniture, desks and chairs for our study center. We made some decisions over dinner, partially on what might be available for delivery next week. We returned to the motel after dinner for a much-needed shower and even more needed scorching sex. I was completely drained by the time Barbara had finished with me. No wonder I always slept so well.

NEXT: My college career with my loving wife and I get a head start in business from an unexpected source. It's also the conclusion to my story.