"Digger B"( mf )[2/2]

Section A


  Forget?  I was so excited that I can't even remember walking back
to the cottage or what was for dinner or if I even ate.  I do
remember that Mike was quite happy for me, after I told him what
was going to happen.
  "This looks like it, Pal," he said.  "It sounds like a sure
thing."
  "Yeah," I said, as we stood by the side of our rental cottage
where my dad's Ford Galaxy was parked, "but what do I do?  What do
I say?  How do I act?"
  "You fuck her, Man!  That's all there is to it.  She wants you! 
Just go over there and give her what she wants.  Fuck her!"
  "It can't be that simple."
  "Don't make such a big thing out of this.  That's why you strike
out so much.  It IS that simple.  She wants your dick.  Get between
her legs, put it in her pussy and fuck her.  That's all you need
to think about."
  "But what if, by the time I get there, she's not in the mood
anymore?"
  Mike laughed.  "Not in the mood?  That kind of girl is ALWAYS in
the mood!"
  "THAT kind of girl?"  I said, with my eyebrows up.
  "Oh man!  Don't you know ANYTHING?  Didn't you see her with those
guys?  Weren't you paying attention to anything that was said?"
  I shrugged.
  "She's the town pump!  She's a.. a.. groupie!  A tramp.  A slut!"
  My eyes flashed angrily at him.
  "Emerson, you hopeless putz!  Why do you like to make angels out
of every girl who smiles at you?  Wake up!  She's a little whore!
But don't get me wrong... I mean it in the nicest way.  And she's
going to give that sweet little pussy of her's to YOU!  Get with
it!  Don't make such a big deal out of it.  You're gonna' fuck this
girl, not marry her!"
  "God, Mike!  That's not what I saw.  She's a nice girl.  I could
tell.  She just wants friends.... people to like her.  She just
wants love and attention..."
  "Love?" Mike laughed loudly now.  "You asshole!  It's no wonder
you never get laid!  You know what your problem is?  You think with
your dick when you're supposed to think with your head and THEN you
turn around and think with your HEAD when you're supposed to think
with your DICK!"
  "That's ridiculous!"
  "Yeah?" he challenged.  "You THINK yourself out of more pussy
than any guy I've ever known!  Shit!  My little brother is going
to get laid before you do!"
  I was listening to him but I wasn't listening to him.  I was too
edgy and nervous to listen or think.  
  The next two hours were the slowest of my teenage life.
  My parents and my little sister and her friend went to the drive-
in to see GOOD NEIGHBOR SAM with Jack Lemmon.  That left Mike to
sit (and me to pace) until quarter to ten.
  "All right," Mike said, calling a halt to my aimless walking around
the little kitchen, "this is it.  Zero hour of D-Day!  American
cock versus Canadian pussy.  Go get her!"
  I had chain-smoked all of my cigarettes so I took one of Mike's
and lit it.
  "Here," he said, handing me the pack, "you'll need one for
after."
  I was a bundle of nerves as I thrust the pack of Players into my
shirt pocket and walked to the door, hesitating as I grabbed the
latch.
  "Go on!"
  "But how do I..."
  "Remember," he coached, "it's the wet, soft, hairy place between
her legs.  There's a hole there and it smells like tuna.  You can't
miss it!"
  I opened the door and stepped out into the night, listening to
the sounds of the crickets and the waves from the lake as I walked,
in the warm night air, down the road that led to the rise above the
Miller's cottage.
  It was precisely ten o'clock when I knocked on the wooden, screen
door.  I could hear the sound of the television playing the theme
from THE AVENGERS as I stood and waited for her to come.
  THE AVENGERS theme ended, as I waited on the back porch, and then
a commercial jingle for Winston cigarettes came merrily through the
screen window.  
  I knocked again as I listened to the happy tune:

     "...it's what's up front that counts
     and up front, ahead of the filter,
     only Winston has the smooth, fresh taste
     that comes from filter blend..."

  When I knocked the third time, the TV went silent and, after a
moment, I could hear footsteps in the kitchen and then the door
slowly opened and there she stood, smiling.
  "Hi," she said, in a happy but odd sounding voice.
  She was every bit as sexy and pretty as she was this afternoon. 
She was still wearing the t-shirt and the skin-tight, black jeans
but not the jacket and she was bare footed now as she opened the
screen door to let me in.
  "You're right on time," she said as she took my hand and led me
through the little kitchen area to the living room and sat down on
the couch, smiling up at me and patting the space beside her.
  It was a cottage exactly like the one my family had rented.  A
kitchenette and living room with a sofa, one old upholstered chair
and a low coffee table.  There was a black and white TV on a stand,
across from the couch, and a counter shelf with a glowing lamp and
an old radio on it.  Two doors led to a dark bedroom and a tiny
bathroom.  It was all done in varnished pine.
  I sat down next to her and she leaned to the coffee table and
picked up a half-empty bottle of Bombay dry gin and took a long
swig.
  She looked at me, with her cheeks full of liquor, and then
swallowed, wiping her pretty mouth with her wrist and holding the
bottle in front of me.  "Want some?"
  "No thanks." I said.
  "Aw," she responded, loudly.  "This is a party!  Don't you want
to party with me?"
  "Yeah... sure.  It's just that... drinking makes my dick
shrivel."
  She groaned loudly and took another long drink and set the bottle
back on the table.  "Shit!" she slurred, sitting upright and then
leaning against me so that her face was pushed to my neck and her
hand was on my chest. "We can't have THAT happening!  I want that
thing!"
  She lifted her head and looked up into my eyes and laughed and
then she put her arm around my neck and pulled me and pressed her
parted, wet lips to mine, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and
sucking my tongue into her's.
  I could taste the gin and smell it strongly on her breath as I
positioned myself more facing her and clutched her thin body to
mine, returning her kiss with as much energy as she was expending
toward me.
  She took my hand and ran it up under her t-shirt and pressed it
against her smallish, naked breast.  I felt her large, hard nipple
against my palm as I squeezed her breast and held her body and
kissed her harder.
  I could feel her hand pulling down the zipper of my pants and
then struggling with the double buckle of my belt.
  Damn, I thought as my tongue spared with hers.  I should have
taken the belt off before I left our cottage!
  I had to pull my mouth from her's as I lifted my ass to unfasten
my belt for her.
  As I worked at the double clasp, Digger got up from the couch and
snatched the gin bottle from the low table, taking a long swig from
it as she stumbled over to the radio and turned it on.  A jingle
for "Radio 8" CKLW played and then ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE began to
flow melodically from the speaker.
  Digger closed her eyes and began to sway her thin, curvy body to
the music of the Beatles as she held the gin bottle against her
chest and began to sing along in a surprisingly sweet and angelic
voice...

     "Love, love, love
     love, love, love..."

  "Shouldn't you sit back down?" I asked, watching her lanky body
start to sway a little too far, causing her to stumble but right
herself.
  "No," she said to me, with her eyes still closed.  "I'm buzzin'!"

     "... there's nothing you can do that can't be done.
     Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
     Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
     It's easy.
     All you need is love..."

  Digger's eyes opened wide and she looked over at the radio and
silently stared at it for a moment.  "You're God damn right!" she
suddenly shouted at it and then her voice took on an odd, sorrowful 
whimper as she added, "That's all I fuckin' NEED!" and she abruptly
stooped, putting her hand over her open mouth as a look of extreme
anguish crossed her face.  Her eyes got wider and wet and dripped
a stream of huge, shiny tears down both of her cheeks as she bent
lower and grimaced in misery and began to sob loudly and wretchedly
as I sat, bewildered, and watched her.
  She dropped to her knees now and covered her face with both of
her hands and her body heaved and shook and trembled as she knelt
on the floor and noisily cried. 
  I jumped up and ran to her, my pants now loose and falling to my
thighs as I went.
  As I reached her, she was sitting on the floor with her face
hidden between her drawn up knees and her arms folded over her
blond head.  Her body was shaking as I bent down and soothingly
touched her shoulder.
  Digger's head snapped up and she looked at me with a wide grin
on her pretty, wet face.  She was laughing now.  Laughing hard and
rolling onto her back, holding her flat stomach as she cackled
loudly and rocked back and forth on the faded, linoleum floor.

     "...Nothing you can know that isn't known.
     Nothing you can see that isn't shown..."

  I reached over and snapped off the radio.  Then I picked up the
gin bottle that was laying on it's side by Digger's rounded hip and
set it on the counter.
  There was a box of tissues on the coffee table and I took one and
handed it to her, watching as she sat up and then noisily blew her
nose.
  "Come on," I coaxed as I took her hands.  "Let's get up off of
the dirty floor."
  Digger smiled at me, her face still wet and streaked with her
tears.  "Okay," she said brightly as I pulled her to a standing
position and then led her back to the couch.
  I went to set her down but she suddenly turned to me and grabbed
my shoulders and pulled me around and pushed me back so that I fell
to the couch and was sitting by the armrest.  Then she quickly sat
on my lap and wrapped her arm around my neck, smiling happily at
me.  She gripped my chin with her free hand and pulled my face to
hers.
  We kissed strongly again and then she pulled her lips away and
said, "You're so nice!  You're so nice to me!  That's all I want." 
Tears began to gush down her cheeks again and her lower lip
quivered as she looked into my face and, with her voice halting and
trembling in sorrow, said, "All I ever wanted... is a nice boy...
who treats me like a decent girl..."
  "Yeah," I told her, trying to stem her impending grief, "sure. 
I'm the guy.  I'll be nice to you.  Don't cry."
  Digger seemed to casually toss away her misery with a shake of
her head and a wave of her hand.  She smiled now and looked into
my face as if she were just noticing, for the first time, that I
was even there.  "I want to fuck!" she announced to me in loud,
slurred, thick syllables. "I want you to fuck me hard!" she said
and then she fell backwards so that she was laying on the couch
with her ass still on my lap and her legs over the armrest.
  I watched her as she unsnapped the catch at the waistband of her
jeans and then pulled her zipper down to her smooth crotch and
spread the front of her denims open.  I could see, through the
parted V, that she was wearing pink, bikini panties underneath.
  Digger grabbed my arm and pulled herself back up and pushed her
mouth to mine again, kissing me gently and sweetly now, moving her
pretty face at mine and maneuvering her sweet tongue around, in my
mouth, in a yearning manner that made my cock harden stiffly under
her ass.
  I put my hand up her shirt and groped the tender flesh of her
warm breasts again, as we kissed, and then I pushed my hand down
into her open jeans, feeling first the softness of her smooth,
flat, lower belly and then the delicate fur of her pubic area and
then the abundant wetness as my fingers passed the jut of her
pelvic bone and found the indention of her feminine slit.
  "Mmmmm," she moaned into my face as she passionately kissed me
and I felt her part her legs a little so that my hand had room to
work its way down into her pants.
  The silky crotch of her panties was hot and moist, on the back
of my hand, as my finger pushed into the slippery groove between
her hair-covered mons and ran over her slick, swollen clitoris.
  She tilted her head back and moaned loudly and I kissed her
offered neck as my middle finger found the wet entrance of her hot
vagina and probed its way inside of her.
  "Oh God!" she gasped. "Yes!  Push it into me!"
  I shoved my longest finger into her body, folding my other
fingers into a fist and pushing in until I felt her warm, puffy
butt cheeks and her soft, damp pussy lips on my knuckles.  I
marveled at how slick and wet and textured and hot and tight it was
inside of her.  That was as far as I had ever put a finger into a
girl before and, as I probed around and held her sexy body and
sucked on her neck, I could actually feel the structure of her
cervix (or something) deep inside of the hot confines of her belly.
  Digger rocked her ass on my lap.  "Fuck with it!  Fuck it into
me!"
  I began to thrust in and out with my finger now, as much as
possible within the tight confines of her jeans.  I could feel my
cock becoming as hard as iron, in my pants, as her ass moved around
on it.
  Digger gripped my neck with both of her arms and pushed her mouth
to mine again, licking my tongue in abandon, and then she groaned
and placed her pretty face at my neck and began to lick and suck
and bite and hug me tightly as I finger fucked her.
  I could feel her soft, inner thighs against my hand as my finger
twisted and probed and pushed into her wet sex with the urgency of
my building lust.  I could distinctly smell the spicy fragrance of
her pussy in the air now and that wondrous, girlish odor drove me
to even further carnal fury.
  This was it, I told myself.  I was finally going to do it!  Now
was my time.  I was going to get it.  I was going to actually fuck
this pretty, sexy, unruly, little woman.  I was going to go all
the way with her and I was going to do it without any more delay.
  My idea was to lay her down now.  Just lay her down and remove
her jeans and panties and fuck her right here on the couch.  She
was wet.  She was hot.  She was ready and so was I.
  That's when I noticed that Digger wasn't sucking at my neck
anymore.  And that her arms seemed to have gone rubbery and limp
and her head was just resting heavily on my shoulder.  In fact, she
suddenly seemed like dead weight on my lap.
  "Digger?"
  I heard no response as I sat there with her sexy body draped over
me and my finger still deep up in her hot, tight vagina.
  "Digger?"  I shook her with my upper body.
  Still no response.
  Now I maneuvered her shoulders back from me and watched her as
she fell backward, with a soft thud, to the couch.  The whites of
her eyes showed behind the long lashes of her closed eyelids and
her mouth lolled open.  Her one arm had landed limply over her
stomach and her other arm dangled lifelessly in the air, off the
side of the couch.
  Digger was out cold.
  Shit!
  I couldn't believe it, as I looked down to where my wrist
disappeared into the open flap of her tight, black jeans.  I fucked
my finger into her a few more times, watching the material at her
crotch revealing my hand's probing movements inside.
  I looked up at her soft-looking, flat stomach, where it was
exposed between the bottom of her white t-shirt and the open waist
of her black denims.  I could see her belly button rise and fall
with her steady breathing.  (It was an innie.)
  What do I do now? I asked myself.  My wonderful first fuck of my
life is unconscious.  Dead to the world.  Lifeless and vulnerable. 
Unable to say yes or no.  Go or stop.
  What was I supposed to do?  I was no animal.  I was no rapist. 
I knew what was expected of a gentleman in this situation.  I knew
that a boy should never compromise a girl who is incapacitated.
  I pulled my finger from Digger's hot pussy, extracting it from
her pants and putting it to my nose, sniffing the alluring odor of
the pussy liquor that coated it.  The sharp, girl smell made my
hard cock throb and my head spin with lust.
  I reached over, with both hands, and pulled her shirt up (as she
just lay there, anesthetized) exposing the untanned, white mounds
of both her pert little breasts to me.  Her areolas were dark and
small, surrounding large, erect, thimble-shaped nipples.  I placed
my hands over them, capturing their heated, delicate feel and
fondling them as I looked at her closed eyes and thought about what
I should do.
  I was a gentleman, I told myself.  I knew what was right and what
was wrong.  I knew what was expected of me and what a gentleman had
to do in a case like this.
  I eased myself out from under her limp body and stood by the
couch, looking down on her reclining, unconscious, curvaceous,
lovely, feminine form.
  Then I leaned down, grabbed the waistband of her soft, black
denims and started to pull them off of her.
  I had decided to fuck her anyway.
  As I clutched and pulled and tugged at her pants, I realized that
getting tight jeans off of an unconscious female was no easy task. 
She must have taken five minutes to pull these things on!  And that
was when she was awake and knew how to do it.  Even though I was
pulling and tugging for all I was worth, Digger's ass seemed to be
wider than the waistband of the jeans and her thighs were thicker
than the pant legs.  Her ass was so much dead weight between the
well-worn, tightly fitting material and the couch.  After a minute
of yanking and pulling, her denims were just going inside out and
I had only managed to get them down to slightly above the patch of
her pussy.
  I let go and rubbed my hands together.  Thinking of just how I
was going to do this.
  I rolled her limp body to her side, facing the back of the couch,
staring at her sexy, rounded ass as I tried to pull the back of her
jeans down over it.  I tugged until I could see the twin dimples,
at the base of her spine, above the contour of her thin, lower back
and then the crack between the cheeks of her rounded, soft-looking
butt.  Then I rolled her, towards me, to her other side and pulled
her pants down a little more, trying to get the tightly stretched
material over the deep curve of her hip.  I could see the white of
her bikini tan line as I pushed her warm, languid body to her back
again and, grabbing the denim at her soft hips, yanked down still
further.  The fur of Digger's pussy appeared now and I pulled the
thread-worn denim material down harder, making her sexy little bush
slowly come fully into my view.
  It was a cute, perfect, small triangle of jet-black, soft looking
hair.
  The breath caught in my throat as I stared down at it and tugged
on her pants some more.  Now the narrow space between her, supple
looking, closed thighs appeared as her jeans rolled inside out but
they were starting to give way now and come down.  I could see her
pink panties, tangled inside-out with the material of her black
jeans.  The crotch looked shiny and soaked with her female
secretions.  I tugged down a little more, watching her fleshy
thighs slowly appear as she lay, lifeless and unknowing,
unconscious on the couch.
  I was out of breath from the effort.  Who knew it would be this
much work?  My back ached now and I dropped to my knees beside her
limp body.
  I stared at the alluring black mound of her pussy for a few
moments as I sat on the floor and regained myself.
  Curious, I got to my knees again and reached over with the
fingers of both hands and carefully spread the soft, furry lips
apart.  I could see the protrusion of her pink clitoris as I held
open the notch of her sexual furrow and closely examined it.  It
was shiny-wet with her viscous, excited juices.
  I leaned over and put my nose to her pussy, sniffing it and
thrilling to the stimulating fragrance of her feminine sex.  Then
I pushed my tongue into the space between her pillow-like mons,
licking slowly up and down inside her slippery notch and over the
warm, textured sheath of her swollen clitoris.  I couldn't lick
down as far as her vagina though because her jeans still shackled
her thighs together.
  I sat back and swallowed the thick pussy nectar that my tongue
had collected, savoring her flavor.  Digger's pussy tasted tart and
sweet, like lemons and Canadian maple syrup.
  I could feel my cock bucking in my pants now.  Throbbing and
stiff and ready to be enveloped by her hot, slick, inner feminine
passage.  Aching to spew its potent load of sperm into this sexy,
soft, curvy body.
  I jumped up and grabbed the top of her jeans again.  Determined
now to wrangle them off of her, spread her legs wide apart and sink
my hard, raging cock deep into her heavenly sex-hole.
  In one hard tug, her jeans pulled down to mid thigh.  Another tug
and I had her legs up at my chest and her pants pulled down to her
knees.
  That's when I heard the sound of a car engine approaching and
then pulling up to the front of the cottage.  Its headlights
suddenly illuminated the curtains of the front windows and bathed
the room in bright, white light.
  Shit!  No!
  I heard voices now, as the motor shut off and the lights went
out, and the sound of a car door opening out front.
  I dropped her long, sexy, lifeless legs and pulled my drooping
pants up around my waist, clutching the snap at my belly and
running toward the back door of the cottage now as I heard the car
doors slam and the voices draw closer.
  I opened the back door, losing the grip of my pants which began
to fall down my legs as I stepped out and turned, stumbling over
the back step and falling, ass first, off the side of the porch. 
I landed, with a hard thud, on the grass below.
  I could hear a key in a lock and then the front door of the
cottage open as I lay in the wet dew, below the open back window,
trying to catch my breath.
  It suddenly dawned on me how much trouble Digger was going to be
in when the Millers found her laying there, drunk and unconscious,
on the couch with her jeans down around her knees and her pussy
exposed.  If only I'd had time to...
  "Amy?" I heard a woman's voice from inside the cottage.  "Amy,
we're back."
  Now I heard Digger's voice.  It was calm and cheerful and clear
sounding as she said, "I didn't expect you guys until after
midnight."
  "Yeah, honey.  I know.  The second feature was a bore so we left
early.  Was Kim any trouble?"
  "She slept like a baby."
  "She IS a baby," I heard Mrs. Miller say and then there was
laughter.
  "Is five dollars okay with you?"
  "Fine.  Thanks!"
  "Roger will drive you home, unless you'd rather walk in the
dark?"
  "No.  He can drive me."
  I rolled on my side and quickly fastened my pants.  Then I
crawled away from the view of any windows or doors and carefully
stood up, brushing the grass from my clothes as I started to walk
back toward my parents' cottage.  I saw the light-blue Plymouth,
carrying Mr. Miller and Digger, drive past me on the lower access
road.
  When I got back to the cottage, Mike was waiting for me.  My
folks hadn't yet returned from the drive-in.
  "Well?" he said as I walked in.
  I went to the refrigerator and pulled out a Coke and then I went
to the drawer, looking for an opener.
  "Well?" he repeated.  "Did you do it?  Did you fuck her?  Are you
still a virgin?"
  I looked over at him, sitting at the kitchen table and anxiously
awaiting my reply.
  What was I to say to him; No, I'm still a sniveling cherry?
  I couldn't say anything.  I couldn't lie to my buddy and I didn't
want to tell him the embarrassing truth.
  "What happened?  Did you get some pussy or not?"
  I didn't say a word.  I set the bottle down and walked over to
him, taking my middle finger and placing it under his nose.  "What
do YOU think?" I asked him.
  Mike sniffed and smiled and then stood up and slapped me on the
back.
  "Hell, yes!" he said.