Thunder Load

I'm not from the great state of New Jersey, but one of my favorite songs is Thunder Road, by Bruce Springsteen. I've listened to the song 1,000+ times, and I always find myself thinking about this girl, Mary, and wishing I could learn more about her; that she'd dance across the porch for me, climb in my car, and together we'd pull out of that town full of losers in the lonely cool before dawn. So I thought I'd write up something fun, and romantic, and slightly dirty, as a way to create this girl I wish I knew more about. Hope you like it.

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Mary and I had been friends since the first grade, and we'd been through nearly everything together. We lost our first teeth at the same time and then later got braces at the same time too, which only enhanced the feeling that we'd be each other's only friend since we were both gangly little kids and too skinny for our tall frames. But later, everything changed when we went through puberty, first her and then me. Football practice and several thousand calories a day helped me fill out nicely. For Mary, running track and field helped develop the perfect body with lean muscular arms and legs, shredded abs, and the tightest, toned ass you've ever seen. Around that time, I started having feelings for Mary that went beyond just wanting to be friends.

Unfortunately, Mary didn't feel the same way. She told me several times that neighbors shouldn't date because it would ruin the friendship. They were, no doubt, preemptive strikes as she perceived the exact moments I had considered asking her out, which I did at least once per year until college.

Neither one of us could stand to be away from home for too long, so we went to the local community college and carpooled a few times a week when our schedules overlapped. It was an opportunity for me to hear the latest news about Mary's life, to get the campus gossip, and to get one more chance to ask her out.

Those requests were thwarted like all the others. So, I spent the next several years praying in vain and playing her savior as she cried on my shoulders when one boyfriend took her virginity and immediately dumped her. Another fucked her in the bathroom at a party on the other side of town and then deserted her. But still, even after hearing these terrible stories and sharing her most painful moments, I couldn't help but love the feeling of having her body so close to mine, even if it was only to cheer her up or slow the tears. It made me hard every time, and I know she noticed more than once. Rather than stop, she pressed on even though she knew it drove me wild. She was a tease, and she knew it. For some reason, that only turned me on more. But, of course, she knew that too. What I couldn't understand is whether she did it on purpose -- to fuck with me -- or whether she was trying to hold out, like she was saving herself for something or someone. I mean, I knew she wasn't a virgin, but she also never expressed any serious interest in any of the men she was with. She always kept coming back to me, but not exactly in the way I hoped.

She had turned me down so many times all throughout our college years, I was about to give up when I got some advice from a friend who was well-known as the relationship guru on campus. He said, "Bruce, make her jealous by letting her see you with all the other girls she hangs out with. Make her think she can't have you, which will drive her crazy. Then it will drive her right to you." I wanted Mary so badly, but she seemed immune to my charm. It was silly advice to make her jealous, but I had nothing to lose. The summer after our college graduation, we'd both turn 21, and that was the year when I would finally make Mary mine.

The entire summer, I made a point of showing up everywhere I knew Mary would be. Stevie always threw the first summer party, and everyone went, so I knew Mary wouldn't miss it. I brought Jane, who was on the track team with Mary, and even though they weren't close friends, I knew Mary would hear about the date. Jane is one of the most beautiful girls on campus. She has long brown hair, an impossibly thin waist, and a collegiate high jumper's long, muscular legs. She smells fantastic, even after a match. I swear, she sweats strawberries. She smells so good you want to breathe her in and eat her up. All semester, Jane had been dropping hints that she wanted me to ask her out. I knew what she wanted, but I wanted Mary, so I held Jane off. Finally, when I asked Jane to go to Stevie's party, she quickly accepted, jumping up and throwing her arms and legs around me and kissing my neck and cheeks. We were only at Stevie's house for a few minutes before I noticed Mary arrive. The look of surprise on her face was priceless when she saw Jane nibbling on my ear. Mary and I didn't talk much at that party, but when we did, I could tell something was off in her voice. Perhaps it was regret, or maybe just surprise. Whatever it was, she was intrigued.

When Hillary and I spent that night at Max's house down the shore, Mary was there alone, and she was stunned to see me with yet another of her friends. That was a more intimate gathering, and we were forced to speak when seated next to each other at dinner. That lasted just a few minutes, as our host suggested we wrap ourselves in blankets and go out on the dunes to watch the sunset. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Mary when we returned to the house, and it became apparent she was the only one not having sex in their sleeping bag. Mary must have left early because we didn't see her the next morning when we all got up and headed back home.

Mary finally broke down the night I showed up at Daniel's house with Pattie for that epic Fourth of July party. Patti was Mary's best friend, but when she saw Patti and me together for the first time, Mary had this incredulous look. Clearly, Patti had not told Mary we'd be going to that party together, but it worked out well for me. When I left Patti to get us a few drinks from the outdoor tiki bar, Mary made her move. We arrived at the bar at the same time, and Mary leaned up and whispered to me, "Pick me up tomorrow at 8:00 pm at my house."

"Are you serious?..." I blurted out.

She quickly cut me off, "No questions before I change my mind. Just be there at eight, okay?" Then she was off.

Now, tonight's the big night, and I wanted to make a good impression and couldn't do that in my 1985 Chevy Chevette. One of the guys on the team owed me a favor, and he lent me his dad's baby blue '57 Bel Air convertible. I went to his house to pick up the car. He handed me a key at the end of a chain with fuzzy dice that perfectly matched the car's color. "This car just oozes sex," I smirked.

"You think it's sexy now, wait until you hear her purr," he said.

I opened the large front door, got in, and turned the key. The engine roared to life, and I could feel the entire car hum and vibrate right up through the seats. He smiled at me and said, "I've been with several girls who had orgasms in the car even before I laid a finger on them. Good luck tonight!"

The radio was blaring Roy Orbison's "Only the Lonely," which was fitting for a car of the same era. Mary undoubtedly heard the loud music and the roar of the big block Chevy engine approaching from a mile away. Unsurprisingly, she was already coming out of the house when I pulled into the driveway. Like a vision in that yellow sundress, time slowed to a crawl as she practically danced across the porch on her way to my car. Our eyes met, and I smiled as wide as I could, but for a moment, I thought she seemed unsure. She stopped and turned back to the house, not as if she had forgotten something but more slowly as if she was having second thoughts. "Please, Mary, don't do this to me; don't turn me home again," I thought. "I can't possibly go home alone without getting what I came for. You're the one I want, Mary; it's always been you and you alone."

I turned the radio off, and my mind was racing even though time continued moving at a snail's pace. All those memories came rushing back, and I suspected she had the same feelings too. We weren't those young kids anymore, and it had been a long time since she cried on my shoulders. Perhaps she was scared I would dump her after the date, just like all those other guys. Perhaps she thought it would ruin our friendship. Did she know that I would never let that happen?

There must have been magic in the night because Mary turned back to me, high-jumped the door into the car, and said: "So, what else can we do now?"

I didn't even answer her question. I smashed my foot down on the accelerator and tore out of there as fast as I could. We drove for some time, and all the while, I thought to myself that I had one last chance to do this right. To make whatever this was between Mary and me become real. Finally, I looked over at her sitting next to me, with the car top and windows down and her blond hair blowing in the wind, and said, "You're beautiful, you know that? These two lanes will take us anywhere you want to go tonight; just say the word."

She turned and smiled playfully. "Pull over," she said, but it was too low for me to hear over the rumble of the car and the wind blowing by.

"What?" I yelled back.

Without warning, she grabbed the wheel and turned us down Thunder Road, which led into one of the old steel mill properties. Long ago, Thunder Road was the promised land of economic opportunity for our small town. With a new mall, shops, restaurants, and a 20-screen movie house, all the kids went there after prom to hook up, and more than a few girls left their graduation gowns behind. Now, Thunder Road was nothing more than a dusty mess with the skeleton frames of burned-out buildings littering the landscape. I hit the brakes and slowed the car to a stop just past the abandoned train station near the end of Thunder Road.

Mary climbed into the back, smiled playfully as she started unbuttoning her dress, and said, "I know you're hungry for words I've never spoken, but tonight... heaven's waiting for you."

I hopped in the back seat, and she lept straight into my arms. Our hungry lips connected, and my tongue quickly probed her mouth before moving softly to her swollen, red nipples. I cupped her soft, round breasts with both hands and switched between her erect nipples, wetting one with my tongue and then the other. My lips closed around each one, sucking softly and then biting playfully.

She tugged on my pants and got my boxers down around my ankles. I got her dress entirely off, threw it to the floor, and dove straight back to her delicious breasts. Mary arched her back and moaned as she ran her fingers through my hair, pushing my head further toward her wet pussy. I parted her lips and began licking from top to bottom, occasionally flicking my tongue softly over her clit and then sticking it deep within her wetness. My tongue slowed, and then my fingers took over in the same rhythm. Mary lifted her legs and wrapped them around my head. I felt her warmth over my entire body, intensified by the heat rising in my own body.

It wasn't long before I felt Mary's juices starting to flow around my chin, and I pulled back slightly, but not completely removing my fingers and tongue. She sensed me retreating and screamed, "I need you inside me right now, Bruce. Oh God, Fuck my cunt, please, Bruce!"

As she slid into position on the leather bench seat of the Bel Air, I slid the entire length of my rock-hard shaft deep into Mary's pussy. She closed her eyes, leaned back, licked her lips, and brought her hands up to play with her nipples. With every thrust, I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. I dared not stop for fear of losing the feeling which had taken over my entire body.

I sat back and pulled her onto me into a sitting position. With her legs straddling me, we rocked there slowly. I continued penetrating her as I reached a hand around her head and pulled her hair back, exposing her chin and neck, which I gladly licked and sucked. Mary dug her nails into my back and pulled me closer. Then she moaned and climbed completely on top and pushed me down on my back. She moved her hips wildly over mine, pushing my cock deep inside her and rubbing her G-spot. "Oh fuck, don't stop, Bruce. Don't you fucking stop. Cum in me, Bruce."

I couldn't hold it any longer. Her moans threw me over the edge. Waves of pleasure rolled through me as I pumped Mary full of my warm seed. I felt her pussy tighten around me as her orgasm built. Her hips bucked wildly, and her entire body shuddered. I reached up and pinched her nipples as she rode out the orgasm, and our juices mixed. Her body collapsed upon mine when she was done, and we held each other for what felt like a blissful eternity.

We woke up sometime later in the lonely cool before dawn, our bodies naked and intertwined in the back seat of the Bel Air. We kissed softly for a few moments before getting dressed again. We jumped back into the front seat, and with a turn of the key, the Bel Air's engine roared on. We pulled slowly out of Thunder Road, sitting close and holding hands all the way home.

A few minutes later, we stopped in Mary's driveway, and I got out to open her door. She retook my hand, stood, kissed me, and lingered there a while. We finally broke, and I watched as she returned to her house. Then just before she got to the porch, she looked back at me once more and smiled sweetly. I smiled back and couldn't help but think, "In a town full of losers, I'm finally pulling out of here a winner."