One Is Never Enough (3 page)

I hopped into my Ford truck I got for a graduation present and drove on around to his house. There were no new cars parked in the driveway. I recognized that car. It was Chet’s old Honda.

I jumped out of my car happy and sauntered to the door and rang the bell. The door was open so I walked in. I pranced in expecting to see Chet. I looked around the kitchen and no one was around. I crept up the stairs because if I was going to find out whether the stories were true about him, then I would catch him in the act.

My hopes were to stay a virgin until I married Chet. I always thought I would marry the boy next door and be a housewife. I guess it was a little presumptuous on my part. Maybe a little old fashioned for the girls I hung out with. They were always bragging about how their boyfriends took them to a friend’s house when their parents were out of town and they sucked their dicks until cum ran from their mouths and they would swallow it. 

Most of the girls in my senior class had given their boyfriends a blow job and the rest had their pussy’s eaten by older boys. I was trying to wait until I married and all I could think about was that day. I made it to the top of the stairs when Chat’s father met me at the top. I glanced up.

“Hello Mr. Compton is Chet home?”

“Oh hi Mena, he said that he would be back in an hour.” Now Mr. Compton was forty if he was a day. He and Mrs. Compton married in high school and had gotten a divorce when Chet turned eighteen. He had just stepped from the shower and had a body to die for. He had a towel wrapped around his middle and his chest was exposed. His body in great shape as a matter of fact he looked better than his son. Chet was a little over weight around the middle but he was just as handsome as Mr. Compton. I looked at him and gave a nervous smile.

“Would you tell him that I came by?” He walked over to me hugging the rail.

“You can wait here and tell him yourself. Why don’t you wait in his room?”

“I think I will. I passed Mr. Compton looking into his eyes. He had the deepest steely blue eyes that I had seen. When he looked at me I thought he was undressing me and could fuck me on that floor. But maybe it was my wishful thinking.

The End of Chapter 1 of
Forbidden Fruit