R"Digger A"( mf )[1/2]


Section A



For Amy and this memory.....



  It was 1967, the psychedelic "summer of love" and free sex, and
I had just turned 18.
  I remember that, as a teenager, girls were something that I had
on my mind constantly.  I wanted a girlfriend desperately back
then.  But how to get one had completely eluded me.  Being in the
presence of a girl, in those days, made me goofy and tongue tied. 
   I didn't consider myself a total dork though.  I had "fooled
around" with a few girls, when I was younger, but nothing past the
exploratory, kissy-feely, "spin-the-bottle" type of thing that you
do as a kid.
   Looking back, at photographs of myself at that age, I had
nothing special going (in the looks department) that would attract
any girls to me.  I was lanky and thin, with my unkempt brown hair
hanging down to my collar.
  My sudden shyness at talking with girls really hadn't presented
me with too much of a problem though because the girls, in my
neighborhood and at my high school, had all seemingly conspired to
ignore me completely.
  Late that summer my family went on vacation to a rental cottage
in (what was then) a resort area of Canada on the shores of Lake
Erie.  We were going to be there for two weeks.  My parents allowed
me and my little sister to each invite a friend with us.  I brought
my buddy Mike and Bess brought her little girlfriend Laurie.
  Me and Mike had a lot of fun swimming and laying on the long,
sandy beach and playing ball but what we were REALLY looking for
was (as always) PUSSY.
  I had specifically brought Mike with me because I knew that he
had a way with the girls.  He wasn't nervous or shy around them
(like I was).  He had gotten laid (many times) and seemed to know
how to get what he wanted from the opposite sex.  They all seemed
to want him too.  He was eighteen and dark and had a James Dean
like quality about him that made him popular at his High School. 
I figured he could get us into the sack with a couple of
vacationing cuties and make this a summer for me to remember
forever.
  This (as I had it figured) was going to be my opportunity to
finally lose my virginity!
  Mike knew what was expected of him and he did his best for me. 
Whenever we were at the beach, he would walk up to pretty, bikini-
clad gals and try and get us lined up for a night of sexual bliss
but (for some reason) none of his charm or appeal seemed to be
working.
  Maybe (I assumed) it was because they saw, as he talked with
them, that he was saddled with me.
  Mike always came away saying the girls had told him that they had
to go home or that they already had dates for later.
  The first week of vacation went by disappointingly and then most
of the second.
  The day before we went home, me and Mike decided to walk around
down in the little town of Leamington and see if there was any
action there.  It was the average, sleepy little town, with it's
main street of grocery stores, hardware emporiums, theater, bakery,
drug store, clothing stores and hotels (because there were no bars
in Ontario then - you had to have a hotel to serve liquor).
  We were just leaving the drug store when we met a gang of local
teens.  There were about ten of them, just wandering around like
we were.  They looked like the Canadian equivalent of early punk-
rockers.  They all wore leather and tried to seem like tough guys. 
They asked us for cigarettes and we gave them some.  Guys like
these would have taken all my smokes and kicked my ass but they
seemed to like Mike, as he stood and talked to them.  They were
Rolling Stones fans and Mike was too.  They talked about how Mick
Jagger and Keith Richards could easily beat the crap out of John
Lennon and Paul McCartney (in a fair fight) and how GET OFF MY
CLOUD was ten times the song that STRAWBERRY FIELDS was and then
we got to walking around the town with them.
  There was a girl hanging out with the gang.  She called herself
"Digger" and she was about eighteen and tall and skinny.  She had
shoulder length, bleach-blond, over-permed hair and a cute,
upturned-nose kind of face.  She had two rows of perfectly aligned,
white teeth behind the full lips of her pert mouth.  She looked
like the actress Meg Ryan would have appeared as a teenager.  She
wore a white t-shirt and a black, leather jacket with lots of
silver zippers and tight, over-worn, black, denim jeans and black,
high-heel shoes with straps at her exposed ankles.  She walked,
with her hands in her jacket pockets, in an easy, graceful gait
that made her ass sway slowly and seductively.
  I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.  She was pretty and brash and
loud, bending and laughing and grabbing the guys and smacking them
as they all walked and talked, in sexual innuendo, about her thin
but curvy body. 
  "Digger's got the hottest little ass in Canada," one boy laughed
as we slowly passed the bakery on Main Street.
  "But not for you, Arnold," she giggled, putting her hands on her
hips and shaking her round behind at him.  Her black jeans molded
perfectly to the cheeks of her ass as she wiggled it.
  Everyone laughed.
  "Do you spit or swallow, Digger?" asked another.
  "Yours I'd spit, Ricky.  But only after I bit that little fucker
off for you!"
  Ricky assumed a painful expression and clutched his crotch and
she growled in mock anger and playfully punched the red-haired boy
in the stomach as everyone laughed again.
  "Digger swallows," stated the tall, muscular, older boy, who
seemed to be their leader and he put his hand in her open jacket,
as he walked beside her, and grabbed the bump of her small, left
breast and squeezed it adding, "at least, she always swallows it
when I cum in her mouth."
  "Ohh!" the gang members sang, in unison, respectfully to their
leader but, at the same time, tauntingly toward Digger.
  "Yeah," she said, pulling his hand out of her jacket and walking
backward as she turned to look at the group, "and, I bet, all of
YOU swallow, when he comes in YOUR mouths, too!"
  "Ohh!" they all taunted again, but knowing that she had bested
them.
  But one of the boys wasn't going to let that insult go
unchallenged.  "And YOU don't like to eat pussy, Digger?  That's
not what I hear, eh?  I hear that you and Sandy Johnson stripped
off your suits and made each other cum, on the beach past Seacliff
Park, the other night.  I heard it from her brother!  He was
watching you two from the edge of the grass!"
  "Yeah, Lee," she replied now, looking back at him, "and Sandy
Johnson won't let you even near her.  Does that mean that she knows
that my little tongue is longer than your cock?"
  Everyone laughed again.  Except Lee.
  After a time, I joined in with their raunchy talk, commenting
approvingly about her sexy body but not in an insulting way. 
Digger wasn't smacking me for what I was saying (though I wanted
her to touch me).  She just smiled at me (and what I was saying)
and she looked at me in a way that other girls, I had known, never
did.  It was as if she was appraising me for some unknown purpose.
  After we had walked around for a while, we ended up by the lake,
at the edge of the town's residential area.  Old, asbestos-sided
houses and side streets took up one side of the road that
overlooked the rise leading down to the beach.  The other gang
members had split off and gone home and it was now just Digger,
Mike and me.
  I stood next to the dilapidated, wooden fence that was supposed
to keep people from walking down, past the private cottages, to the
beach below and watched Mike and Digger as they stood together in
the middle of the blacktopped road.  I was waiting for him to start
talking to her and working his charm on her.  Hoping that he could
get her to maybe do something with us.  She had her hands in her
jacket pockets again and they were now toe-to-toe in front of a
green house with a screen porch.
  "So," Mike said to her, after they had just stood there for some
time, "if I told you that you had a beautiful body, would you hold
it against me?"
  Digger looked up at the sky and snorted and then she took a step
back, cocked her head at him, bent in amusement and yelled, "Jesus
God!  Is that the kind of bullshit line those bad-ass Detroit girls
go for?"  She shook her head and laughed at him.  "Does that lame
kind of shit really get you into THEIR pants?" she scoffed as she
backed away from him and stood, by the fence, next to me.
  Mike seemed uncharacteristically embarrassed and mentioned that
it was getting late and that my mom would have supper about ready. 
He turned and went back to the cottage leaving me and Digger alone.
  Digger looked out into Lake Erie as I stood close beside her and
listened to the gulls and the wind and the waves coming from down
on the beach.  I noticed that her heels and her long, sexy legs
made her stand almost as tall as I was.  I could feel her body
shiver next to me and (summoning courage) I took a chance and put
an arm around her soft, thin waist.  She turned abruptly to me and,
without warning, wrapped her arms around my neck, softly pushed her
pretty mouth to mine, and kissed me in a sexy, tongue probing
manner that I was unused to but thrilling me to my toes as I closed
my eyes and tasted the sweetness of her warm, agile mouth.
  Just then a young, dark haired, bare-footed boy approached from
up the road and hollered, "Amy!  You gotta' get home!  Mom's
lookin' for you!"
  Digger broke off our sweet, wonderful kiss, stamped her high-
heeled foot on the loose gravel and turned to the boy.  "Damn you,
Kevin!" she yelled.  "Can't you see I'm busy?"
  "Well," he replied, unflustered by her anger, "get UN-busy and get
home!"
  The boy turned and slowly walked off and Digger sighed and said,
"That's my little brother.  He's a pain in the fuckin' ass!"
  She snatched a cigarette from the open pack in my shirt pocket
and lit it with a shiny Zippo from her jacket, blowing the smoke
directly into the strong, warm, August wind that was whipping in
from the great lake.
  "I gotta' go," she said and she turned and started to walk away,
leaving me standing there alone.
  "Yeah, I understand."  I called out to her.
  Digger stopped and turned to me.  "Listen," she said and she took
another drag of her cigarette, "see that little white cottage by
the access road over there?"  She pointed to it.
  "Yeah."
  "I'm baby-sitting for the Miller's tonight.  They're from Ohio."
  "Yeah?"
  Digger flicked her cigarette aside and walked back to me, taking
my hands and placing them on her warm sides, at the curves of her
hips.  She held them there as she looked right into my face with
her pale-blue eyes and smiled.  "Do you like me?" she asked, her
eyebrows raised in query.
  I laughed.  "Of course I do!"
  "Then, do you want me?"
  "What do you mean, do I want you?"
  She laughed now but then her face became serious as she stared
into my eyes.  "I mean, do you want to fuck me?"
  I had never been asked a question like this before and the look
on her pretty face and the feel of her thin, feminine body between
my hands and the meaning of her question caused my dick to harden
rigid in my pants.
  "Y-yes!" I stammered.
  "All right," she stated flatly.  "You come to that cottage at ten
o'clock.  Knock on the door and I'll answer.  The Miller's have one
kid.  She's a baby and she sleeps the whole time I'm there. 
They're going to dinner and a movie and they won't be back till
after midnight.  We can fuck in their bed or in the living room, on
the couch or on the floor.  Anywhere you want to fuck me.  I don't
care."
  I just stared into her pretty features, not believing my
wonderful fortune as she said those words to me.  My mind was
reeling with the fact that I was finally going to get laid!  That
a girl (an attractive, long legged, curvy girl) was actually going
to willingly give herself to me!
  Her eyes squinted at me, searching my face for a reply. "Okay?"
  I gulped and nodded and said. "Yeah!"
  Digger pushed herself against me now and kissed me again with
even more wet passion than the last time.  I felt her put her hand
between us, as we stood together and kissed, and she squeezed my
rigid cock, through my pants, making it throb wildly.  She removed
her mouth from mine and put her soft cheek to the side of my face
and her lips to my ear and I could smell a sweet fragrance in her
blond hair as she said, "I want to feel this hard thing fuck inside
me tonight.  I want to feel it when it throbs and shoots your cum
into me." 
  I trembled as she squeezed my cock harder and licked at my ear
with her warm, wet tongue.  She took my hand from the curve of her
hip and pushed it up between her legs and then pressed my palm
firmly against the jut of her pubic bone at the wide, smooth crotch
of her denims.  I could feel the outline and the heat of her pussy,
through the soft material, as we stood together, wetly kissing and
feeling each others' sexual areas, outdoors, on a public street,
in the bright, yellow light of late afternoon.
  "Amy!" her brother's irritated call echoed from way up the road
now.
  She pushed herself back from me and gasped, "Shit! I gotta' go!"
  Breathlessly I replied, "Yeah.  I heard."
  "Ten o'clock," she stated as she turned and started walking up
the road and she looked back at me as she walked and added, "Don't
forget!"