Trailer Trash

It wasn't until I spotted this girl that I thought myself a loser.  She 
wasn't foxy, sultry or drop-dead beautiful.  She wasn't even pretty, 
although her face was pleasant.  She stood about five eight and weighed 
perhaps one twenty -- slender but not skinny.  What caught my attention was 
the way she stood: a bit slumped like she was beaten down and helpless. 
Her  woeful expression reminded me of a stray mutt that wants to be taken
in.   I'm a sucker for those kinds; the dogs respond warmly to petting and
the  women are usually an easy lay.  What made me feel like a loser was the
way  she stood submissively next to a potty guy in his forties while she
couldn't  have been more than twenty.   And I hadn't felt the softness of a
female in  months.

They moved into a battered doublewide a few trailers down from mine while I 
was out looking for a job.  I saw them standing on the path when I
returned,  she a bit apart from him with a frown on her unblemished face. 
She smiled  at me when I stopped in front of them.

"I'm Fred Cranbrook," I said.  "I live just down the way."

The man scowled and I thought he would spit.

"I'm Marcy," she responded.

She was about to say more but the guy grabbed her arm.  She cast me an 
apologetic glance before being dragged inside.  I had become accustomed to 
such behavior in trailer parks, but on this occasion I felt rather steamed.  
Marcy seemed to be my sort of girl, at least from what I could tell by that 
brief encounter.  But she belonged to this bad-tempered, older guy, which 
put her out of my reach.

I also didn't get the job.

Over the next week I spotted her several more times, usually accompanied by 
the guy, who evidently was a drinker; at least I twice saw him stumble and 
lurch like one.  One morning I finally had a chance to speak with her
alone.    I saw her taking out the trash while I sat on my stoop, and
hurried over  to her rather obviously.

"I don't see you too often without your husband around," I began.

"Jack's not my husband," she said shyly in a girlish voice.  "He's inside 
sleeping one off," she added as though to encourage me.

"He's your father?"

She shook her head, grinning at me sheepishly.

"Well, whatever your situation, he's lucky to have you.  You're very 
pretty."  It was a tired line, but I spoke it sincerely.

"Do you think so?"  She seemed genuinely flattered.

"Absolutely.  I wish I'd met you first."

She squirmed her shoulders in embarrassment and bit her lower lip, peeking 
up at me from a bowed head.  Lost puppy!  The words sprang to mind.  I 
feared messing with another guy's woman, but this one seemed easy pickings.

"Will he, Jack, be sleeping long?"

She nodded.  "Until noon at least.  Do you want to talk?"

It was not yet eight-thirty.  "Yes, of course," I said, marveling at my
good  fortune.  "Would you like to walk along the creek?"

"Do people go there?"

"Kids mostly."

She looked away.  "We shouldn't be seen together."  It was almost a
whisper.

"We could go to my place.  The coffee's still fresh."

She nodded vigorously.


* * *

She didn't hesitate to talk about herself.  I only had to ask

"Jack took me in after my mom went to prison."

"When was that?"

"Three years ago.  I was fifteen."

Marcy sat in an armchair, the only comfortable piece of furniture in my 
wretched place.  I perched on a kitchen stool.  Her eyes no longer avoided 
mine when I focused on her pouting lips as they formed delightfully around 
each word.  She looked so innocent, although I knew that wasn't the case. 
I  went straight to sex talk.

"You've been lovers since then?"

"Lovers?"  She shrugged.  "I suppose you could say that.  But it began much 
earlier."

"You don't sound happy."

"He looks after me.  He doesn't hit me much."

She wore a simple patterned dress that inched above her knees in the deep 
chair, revealing splendid, long calves.  Her arms were as shapely and pale.

"Have you ever thought of leaving him?"

"I wouldn't know what to do on my own."

"You've never wanted a real boy friend?"

She laughed.  "Of course!  But who would have me?"

I thought the remark astounding.  Although she wasn't pretty, she possessed 
a feminine softness that was extremely desirable.

"As I said before, I wish I had met you first."

There was a bitterness in her grin.  "What would have done with an eleven 
year old?"

That query spoke volumes.  Among other things it explained her lack of 
assertiveness and her submissive character.

"You've never had another guy?"

"Once.  But Jack found out and almost killed us both.  The boy ... he was 
just a kid."

I stood.  "Do you want some more coffee?"

She also rose.  "What time is it?"  She sounded nervous.

"Just after nine."

"He should still be asleep," she said with relief and sat down again, 
flattening the dress primly over her knees.

She accepted the fresh cup with a wan smile.  "It's nice to talk to a guy 
closer to my age."

I was twenty-seven, much younger than Jack and certainly more fit.  But her 
talk had been more confession than conversation.

"Don't you have any female friends?  You know, someone to trade girl talk 
with?"

She shook her head.  "Jack won't let me see anybody.  This is the first
time  I've cheated on him, except for that boy a couple of years ago."

"Do you really think you're cheating, Marcy?  We're just having coffee and 
chatting."

"That doesn't matter to Jack.  It's the same as going to bed with you."

I'm sure she did not intend it, but the remark was a perfect opening to
make  a move on her.  I choose not to, because she was such a sorry
creature that  it would have been cruel.  I abandoned my hope of having sex
with her.  The  girl was not interested in a casual fuck; she wanted to be
rescued.

We talked a few minutes longer about the trailer park and the creek nearby.  
I did not ask any more personal questions, because I refused to become 
involved in her troubles.  She left before ten.  At the door she touched my 
arm and thanked me for the coffee.

"I hope we can talk again," she said.

"Whenever you can get away, Marcy."

* * *

I still desired her, though, even more than before.  But I was unemployed 
and having a hard time supporting myself much less a girl I scarcely knew.  
I couldn't even afford to fix my car.  I wanted to settle down eventually 
and have a family, a house of my own and a sweet girl like Marcy to fawn 
over me.  But more immediately I wanted to get laid.  Which brings me back 
to her.

I was convinced she was available, but I couldn't bring myself to trick the 
troubled girl into a quick tumble.  That would have made me more perverse 
than Jack, who had been screwing her since she was eleven.  I tried to 
imagine how she looked then: probably gawky and flat chested.  Her adult 
tits were only modest in size.

Over the next few weeks I had a chance to talk with her only a couple of 
times, and then just in passing.  One morning I noticed she had a small
welt  on her cheek, but she refused to discuss it, because Jack loomed at
the  door.

"Will you be home tonight?" she asked quickly in a low voice.

I nodded and walked on to the nearby supermarket where I had a job bagging 
groceries.

I waited for her impatiently that evening, opening the door and looking out 
repeatedly before she arrived shortly after nine.

"Jack went to visit someone," she said.   "He beat me up this morning, so I 
pretended to be sick in order to stay home and see you."

She seemed to be unusually vibrant.

"He won't be back until midnight," she said and bit the edge of her lower 
lip.

The invitation was obvious to me, and despite my misgivings I touched her 
shoulder -- which brought her into my arms.  The kiss was electric.  She 
pressed her lithe body against mine in total submission.  I held her 
tightly, my hand roaming her back and the softness of her butt.  I caressed 
her cheek with mine and inhaled the odor of shampoo from her auburn hair.

"I've never had another guy before," she whispered.

"Not even the boy?"

"We didn't get that far."

I unwrapped her like a Christmas present and discovered a stunning body
that  deserved a prettier face.  After easing her onto the bed I undressed
in a  fumble, looking down at her exciting, young beauty.

"You're so much bigger," she remarked.

Jack must have been very deficient, because I was only average.  When I 
crawled onto the bed she embraced me eagerly.

"I'll do anything you want, Freddie," she whispered.  "I've done it all 
before."

A generous promise, I thought, but somehow disquieting.  I sat up on the 
edge of the bed and palmed her modest breasts and flat stomach.

"Have you ever enjoyed it with him?"

"Jack is always too quick."

She lay quietly, evidently unaroused, waiting for me to take my pleasure 
however I wanted.  Jack was a perverse, selfish lout, I thought.  The poor 
girl had never been excited by a man.  She was virginal in that regard, 
however, which was a plus.  I leaned down to tongue her belly button and 
spread her legs, intending to eat her out.

"What are you doing!" she exclaimed when my lips brushed her curly bush.

I ignored the protest and parted her netherlips.

"But that's nasty," she whined.

I once had a girl who consented only to oral sex.  I considered myself an 
expert in that art.  When I began lapping around her clitoral hood, Marcy 
first pushed weakly at my head, but she soon began to emit small noises of 
appreciation.  It did not take very long to bring her off, an orgasm 
accompanied by squirming, moans and a brief yelp.

She mewled when I laid beside her and took her into my arms.  "What did you 
do?"

Her face showed confusion along with arousal.  As we kissed I moved on top 
of her.  She raised her knees on either side of me in expectation of more 
familiar sex.  With her fingers guiding my cock I slipped into her.  We 
continued to kiss.  She was very tight, requiring me to ease into her with 
slight back and forth movements.  Before I was completely embedded she 
became excited, thrusting at me, grabbing my shoulders, moaning against my 
lips.  I resolved not to come first, so I thought of packing groceries as I 
measured my jabs to her urgent demands.  She grew wilder, scratching and 
moaning, and I feared I would lose it too soon, but she cried out just 
before I started squirting.

"I've never felt that before," she whispered after we calmed down and lay
in  each other's arms.

She clung to me desperately, like a person just rescued from drowning.  I 
recognized ominous signs of trouble and was not surprised by her next
words.

"I love you, Freddie.  I want to stay with you."

Oh, shit! I thought.  I rose up on an elbow.  "I can't take care of you, 
Marcy.  I'm broke and don't have a real job."

Her eyes began to tear.  "I don't need much," she blubbered.

"But I can't even afford to feed you!"

She had a panicky look on her face.  Then a thought struck her.

"I'll get some money!"

She jumped up and rushed naked out the door.   I was aghast, not because 
someone might spot a nude woman in the trailer park.  I had seen more than 
one.  However innocently, she had trapped me, and it was all my fault.

She returned, beaming in delight, carrying a small suitcase that she tossed 
on the bed.  She snapped it open, then stood back proudly.  "Will this be 
enough?"

I gasped when I finally took a breath.  The case was packed with money -- 
neat bundles of one hundred dollar bills.  I pulled out handfuls of them.

"Where did you get this!"

"It's Jack's.  He can always steal more."

"Steal?"

"Jack's a robber."

In her excitement she danced from foot to foot.  "Now you can take me
away!"

I gaped at her and thought of the possibilities.  Not for an instant did I 
contemplate rejecting the girl I wanted nor the money I needed to keep her.

"We'd better leave right now!" I exclaimed, closing the case and snapping 
it.

Five minutes later we pushed through bushes near the creek carrying the 
suitcase and a small duffel of my stuff.

Marcy didn't want anything more from Jack's trailer.  "It's all full of bad 
memories," she explained.

We hurried across a vacant field, past shutdown factories and along a 
railroad spur.  I was not yet certain where we were going, but I knew we
had  to put a lot of distance between us and the trailer park.  After half
an  hour we paused to rest beneath a viaduct.

Marcy had held my hand all the way.  Now she snuggled to me.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

I shook my head.  "That's an inviting offer, but the ground is stony and 
wet."

"I'll suck on you, Freddie.  Jack says I'm good at that."

Indeed she was!  Kneeling on my duffel she slurped me with extraordinary 
skill and enthusiasm, taking my squirts in her mouth and swallowing the 
stuff.

She rubbed a hand across her mouth. "You taste different.  Is it because 
you're bigger than Jack?"

"I don't know.  Did he teach you how to do that so well?"

"Yeah.  It was the first thing he taught me.  That's what we did mostly,
but  I like it better with you on top."

"If you don't enjoy sucking me, Marcy, we won't do it again."

"No, no.  I'll do whatever you want.  I'm your girl now."

I had never experienced such a willing, submissive female.  And thinking 
about it gave me an idea about where we could go, at least for the night.

"I know a girl who might let us crash at her place," I said.

"Is she your girl friend?"

"She was once, but now she prefers women."

"I don't understand that -- I mean, why a girl would want another girl."

"Well, she does.  I only hope she doesn't have someone over tonight."

* * *

Ruth was a couple of years younger than I.  When I was a senior in high 
school I ripped her cherry after she had too much to drink.  We went 
together for several months, fucking at every opportunity until she left
me,  claiming she had become a lesbian.  That was deflating.  Although I
hadn't  seen her in months, I still thought of her as a friend.  She was
just the  opposite of Marcy -- a demanding, bitchy woman who made a guy
feel inferior.

"What happened, Fred?" Ruth asked when we appeared at the door of her 
basement apartment.  "Did you get thrown out of that miserable trailer 
because you couldn't pay the rent?"

"Something like that.  But Marcy and I'll be all right, if you'll put us up 
for the night."

"I don't take in refugees."

"I'm asking as a friend, Ruth.  It'll just be for the night."

She let us in without promising anything.  I noticed the woman's interest
in  Marcy, looking her up and down with evident approval.  The younger girl 
leaned against me with head bowed.

"Okay," Ruth said after a moment.  "You take the couch.  Your friend can 
sleep in my bed."

"With you?"

"Of course, stupid!  Do you expect me to sit on the toilet all night?"

There was no way around it, although I suspected Marcy was about to 
experience something entirely novel.  The girl had the same thought.

"I'd rather sleep on the floor next to Freddie," she said with surprising 
boldness.

"Sleep on the floor!  Next to a guy on the couch!  Christ, Fred.  You've 
found your dream girl.  No. She'll sleep with me."

I pulled Marcy into the kitchen nook.  She was very upset.

"We can sleep in the park," she hissed.

"Not with all this money.  And don't tell Ruth about it."

"What if she touches me?"

"Then push her away or enjoy it.  It's up to you."

"Why can't she sleep on the couch?"

"Just do it, Marcy.  We'll be out of here tomorrow."

Evidently Marcy didn't push Ruth away when they got into bed, because not 
long after I turned off the light and squirmed onto the couch I heard 
excited moans.  Ruth always stifled her noises, so they must have been 
Marcy's.  For the next hour I lay awake listening to the sounds of sexual 
activity, interspersed with giggles and subdued voices.  I was tempted to 
burst in and join them, but I knew that Ruth would yell at me.

I awoke at dawn to the feel of a hand on my bare stomach.  Marcy, nude, 
knelt on the floor beside me.

"Are you awake, Freddie?" she whispered.

"Yeah."

"Ruthie's still sleeping.  We, ah, did some stuff last night.  Do you
mind?"

"I thought so.  Did you enjoy it?"

She laughed nervously.  "It sure was different!"

"Did you go down on her?  Did you taste her?"

She laid her head on my stomach.  "After a while," she admitted.  "We
licked  each other at the same time."

She placed her palm on my half erect cock.  "Do you want me now?"

I pulled her close for a kiss.  "It's the best way to start the day, 
sweetheart, but we'll have to leave as soon as we're finished."

She nuzzled my cheek.  "Ruthie wants me to stay," she said in a low,
nervous  voice.

I pushed her away and sat up on the couch.  "What did you say?"

"I told her I'm your girl and that I'd have to ask you."

"But you want to stay, don't you."

"It was really fun, Freddie.  I never thought I'd enjoy ... you know.  But 
I'm still your girl!"

I got to my feet.  "Just a minute," I barked.  "I want to talk to her about 
this."

Ruth lay asleep on her side with one knee atop the other.  She was a 
brunette, doll-like woman, shorter than Marcy, whose petite body was as 
alluring as nine years earlier, when I ripped her cherry.  Her eyes blinked 
open after I entered the room.

"Haven't seen that in a long time," she said in a groggy voice, staring at 
my naked groin.  "It brings back old memories."

"What do you mean, asking Marcy to stay?" I burst out.  "Don't you have 
enough dyke friends?"

"None at the moment," she replied, sitting up.  "It's just until you find a 
place.  She's such a sweet girl, and so naive.  We had a ball last night."

"So I've heard.  Are you inviting me to stay too?"

"This is a small place, Fred," she said, extending an arm to emphasize the 
point.

Marcy wriggled past me.  "Can Freddie and I use the bed before he leaves?"

Ruth swung her feet to the floor.  "Be my guest.  I promise not to peek, 
unless you want me to."

Marcy giggled, but I was annoyed, although not really angry.  I knew that 
Ruth didn't remain with anyone for long, male or female, and she evidently 
didn't know about the money.

"You can join us, if you like," I conceded, expecting a bitchy refusal.  
"I  have enough for both of you."

Ruth looked me up and down.  "You know, Fred.  I'm not entirely queer, and 
it's been a long time since I felt a cock."

Marcy pouted, then said, "But I'm first!"

I obliged her.  We crawled onto the bed, and after kissing and fondling
each  other, I mounted her.  Ruth squeezed next to us, her face as close to
mine  as Marcy's, murmuring encouragement as we fucked.  Marcy was
especially loud  when she came, perhaps to make a point, but I was just
getting started.

"It's Ruth's turn now," I said into the ear beneath me.

"No!   I want some more.  You gotta squirt first."

I stared at her sweet face and resumed fucking, while Ruth stroked my back 
and licked my shoulder.  I began to kiss each girl in turn, but when my 
pleasure arrived I stuck my tongue between Marcy's lips.

"I want to be on top," Ruth announced when Marcy went into the bathroom. 
"I  get claustrophobia beneath a guy."

"I know that, but you'll have to wait a minute."

She stared at me as I explored her small body with a hand.  "It shouldn't 
take long, if I remember correctly," she said.  "Or have you changed?"

"What's changed is that I'm not getting as much as I used to."

"Hah!  You can say that with two women to pleasure you?"

"I got lucky with Marcy, Ruth, and I want to keep her.  Don't screw things 
up for us."

"How are you going to take care of the girl?  You don't have a pot to piss 
in."

"I have plans.  Things are looking up.  We might even get married and have 
kids."

She palmed my cheek.  "I would have married you, once."

"You were only sixteen."

Marcy's return interrupted us.  "I want to watch," she grumbled.

"Don't be upset, Marcy," Ruth said.  "He's still your guy.  I only want to 
use him for a few minutes."

I had always found Ruth's naked, slight body an inspiration.  Her breasts, 
although nicely formed, were too small to jiggle, and the rest of her also 
resembled an early teen.  Her face, however, was very adult, especially
when  she leered, as she did then.  She swung a leg over to kneel astride
me with  a hand grasping my cock.

"No need to prime this pump," she said, positioning the stiffness at her 
hole and wriggling on to it.  With eyes closed and lips parted she sighed 
when it was completely embedded.

"Let me do it, Fred."  She said, looking down at me.  "You can take your 
pleasure after I'm done."

Her fingers scratched in her black tangle as she slid backward and forward 
in languid movements at just the pace she desired.  Marcy sat on the edge
of  the bed next to us.  She palmed one of Ruth's small tits, and the two
girls  commenced kissing wetly while Ruth rode me.  She felt very good on
my cock,  but I was more conscious of a deep contentment, lying passively
on my back,  one hand stroking her pale thigh and the other on Marcy's hip. 
I couldn't  see, but the movement of Marcy's right arm suggested she was
frigging  herself.  The younger girl measured her pleasure, I suppose,
because after  several minutes they came at the same time, still kissing. 
Ruth's noise was  a stifled, crying moan.  Marcy yelped.

It took them a moment to calm down.  Ruth then looked at me and said 
quietly, "It's your turn now."  Marcy moved slightly apart, facing me with 
an expression of innocent adoration.  I palmed one of her lovely, firm 
breasts, more substantial then Ruth's but still modest.

"I wish I could have both of you at the same time," I said.

"I'm already in place, Fred, but I'll get off if you want."

I would have none of that!  It had been years since I last fucked Ruth, and 
for all I knew this would be the last time.  I pulled her down to nuzzle
the  familiar raven hair, and I began to thrust at her with both hands on
her  sparse butt cheeks.  In less than a minute pleasure overwhelmed me.

Our sexual play impressed Marcy in ways I could not grasp. Her plain face 
was subdued, yet it displayed twitches of exhilaration, as though she were 
uncertain of her emotions.  When Ruth hopped off me and rushed to the 
bathroom, the younger girl leaned down until our noses almost touched.  She 
stared at me intently.  I put my arms around her and we kissed.

"I'm all used up," I apologized, thinking she wanted another turn.

"I know," she responded in a quiet voice.

She stroked my hair and palmed my cheek affectionately.  "I'm not going to 
lose you."

"Then you won't stay here?  You'll come with me?"

She shook her head.  "I don't want to lose her either."

I felt helplessly stuck between them and could only remain silent.

She pressed heavily against me to lick my neck.  I ran a hand down her
back,  feeling the vertebrates, until it rested on one of her lovely,
smooth butt  cheeks.  They were unlike Ruth's much more delicate ones.  I
fingered her  anus playfully.

She giggled and raised her head to look at me.  "I'll do that too, Freddie, 
if you want.  But you're a lot bigger than Jack."

"Perhaps sometime when you're in the mood for it.  I'll be very gentle."

"I know you will."  She kissed me desperately.

"Don't leave right away," she said after a moment.  "I want to talk with 
Ruth."

* * *

Ruth returned from the bathroom in a chipper mood, still damp from the 
shower.

"Wasn't that just marvelous?" she exclaimed.  She squeezed onto the bed.  
"Go get dressed, Fred, and let us girls do it some more."

I rose and gazed at them for a while from the doorway.  Marcy's behavior 
surprised me.  She was the more active and aggressive of the two, leaning 
above Ruth's smaller body and kissing it as though it were something 
precious.  I ogled her upraised butt as she ate out the petite brunette. 
My  cock stirred at the sight of the soft roundness and the exquisite backs
of  her thighs.

The girls were a delight to behold.  I could have watched them all morning, 
but their involvement with each other offered me an opportunity to look
more  closely at the money.  After shutting the door quietly I retrieved
the  suitcase from behind the couch where I had stashed it the night
before.  I  knew it had to contain tens of thousands of dollars, but I had
not counted  it earlier because Ruth might have walked in from the bedroom. 
Although  that was still a hazard, I could not resist examining the loot.

Each neatly wrapped bundle contained ten one hundred bills, ten such
bundles  in sixteen separate piles.  I stared dumbstruck at the fortune,
more money  than I had ever imagined having.  I unwrapped one bundle and
placed the  bills in my wallet.  Pocket money!  Then I closed the case and
put it back  behind the couch.  I gathered my clothes with the intention of
dressing, but  instead I sat holding them in shaking hands, trembling from
excitement and  fear.  Jack, who would certainly want the money back, was
probably already  looking for Marcy and most likely me as well.  The town
was too small to get  a motel or buy a car in safety.  I dressed, but I
dared not leave the  apartment.

When the bedroom door opened I looked up to see Ruth scowling at me.

"Marcy says you have some money, stolen money."

I nodded, hoping she did not know the extent of it.  "She ripped off the
guy  she was with, a crook and a pervert who's been fucking her since she
was  eleven."

Ruth sneered.  "I know that!  So you rescued her -- and the money."

"We need it to get away."

"Getting away is what I'm afraid of, Fred.  Once you leave, she'll never
see  you again."

"That's not true!  I really care for the girl.  I want to settle down with 
her."

"Marcy's afraid you won't come back.  She wants you to stay, and under the 
circumstances I agree, at least until we settle this."

I was amazed at the younger girl's cleverness; she had tricked Ruth into 
changing her mind about me leaving.

"We'll go together," I said, "but we have to wait until dark.  Better yet, 
you could drive us down to Detroit."

"I don't think so, Fred.  Just cough up the money, then you can leave.  I 
want to keep Marcy for a while."

"There's a hoodlum out there looking for me, Ruth.  I wouldn't get very far 
broke.  Besides, I'll keep her longer than you.  She's not just a sex toy
to  me."

"You think with your dick, Fred.  I know that from experience, and you
don't  seem too different now."  She pursed her lips.  "Okay.  I'll let you
stay  for a while, but you have to give the money back to her."

I pulled out my wallet and extracted the ten bills, hoping the gesture
would  satisfy her.  "I was just holding it for her," I grumbled.  "Can't I
keep  just one of them?"

"No!"  She turned.  "Marcy, come and get your money," she called.

The girl emerged from the bedroom smiling sheepishly.  Without a wink or 
other sign of conspiracy she took the money from my hand.  Then she turned 
to Ruth while leaning back in my embrace.

"It'll be fun having him here, Ruthie.  Just like this morning."

Ruth half-smiled and gave a slight nod.  I doubted she suspected the scam.

* * *

It was an uninviting, rainy day.  Ruth did not threaten to send me off into 
the chill, but she grumbled at times about how crowded her apartment had 
become.  Although I had shed my clothes once more, the girls had no use for 
me.  They spent most of the morning in bed together.  It was fascinating to 
watch the bitchy, small woman being submissive to Marcy, who seemed to 
delight in rough sex.  I winced at the spanking, something Ruth begged for 
in the heat of passion.

Eventually they quieted.  Marcy lay face down on the bed, one leg between 
Ruth's, the latter staring vacantly at the ceiling, a hand on her lover's 
butt.  My cock was almost hard.

"Would either of you women like a man's attention?"  I asked.

"Buzz off, Fred," Ruth replied.

Marcy turned her head to me.  "I'd love it, Freddie," she said in her 
girlish voice.

She looked so desirable.  I had never seen a back and shoulders so sexy.  
The fresh skin invited kisses, but it was her pert butt and long, slender 
legs that really aroused me.  I sat beside her on the bed and stroked the 
lovely flesh.

"You two have at it," Ruth said, throwing off Marcy's leg and sitting up.  
"If you're going to stay here tonight, I'll have to buy some food.  Is
there  anything you need.?"

"Vaseline," I suggested, kneading one of the girl's exquisite butt cheeks.

"Christ, Fred!  You almost killed me when you tried that."

"I want to do it," Marcy burst out, rising up on an elbow.  "He's my guy."

"You pathetic little girl!  He'll split you apart for his own pleasure."

"But he's my guy!"

They stared at each other until Rush shrugged and went into the bathroom.   
I felt foolish.  They had obviously established a relationship that did not 
seem to include me.

After Ruth dressed and left for the supermarket, Marcy and I fucked in the 
missionary position, my favorite.  She stared into my eyes during her own 
orgasm and mine, smiling after a grimace, then urging me on.  She had 
captured me totally, but I feared telling her.

"We can't stay here," I said against her lips as we cuddled.

"I like it with girls, Freddie.  Do you mind?"

"You mean you want to stay with Ruth?"

"Not if you don't.  But, later, you know.  There'll be other girls."

Marcy was growing up too fast.  She had discovered a new universe after her 
secluded years with Jack.

"Will you want other guys too?"

"Oh, no!  You're the only one for me."

''But you're curious."

She kissed my neck and fondled my cock.

"Would you mind?"

I had to tell her.  "I love you, Marcy.  I would kill any other guy."

That seemed to please her enormously.  She wriggled against me and said,
"Do  you want me to suck on you, Freddie?  Maybe spit will do as well as 
Vaseline."

I was tempted but put off the delight for another time.

"Do you think you could get Ruth to drive us down to Detroit?" I asked.  
"Jack is out there looking for us, you know."

"Yeah.  And the drug dealers he ripped off."

My mouth on her lovely shoulder suddenly closed with a bite.

"Ow!"

"Drug dealers!  You didn't tell me about that!"

"You never asked," she whined.

"Christ, Marcy!  I think we're in big trouble.  We can run away and hide 
from Jack.  But drug dealers are organized.  They're everywhere."

"What are we going to do?"  She sounded frightened.

"We have to get out of here, and not to Detroit.  That's an obvious place 
for them to look for us.  Maybe Cleveland."

"Do they have good schools there?  I want to finish high school and maybe
go  to college."

I paused in my fidgeting to gaze at her.  She was full of surprises.

"Jack pulled me out," she explained, "after I cheated on him with that
boy."

I got up to put on my clothes.  Marcy sat on the side of the bed.  In 
profile her tits were pointy, just a good handful each.  For a moment I 
forgot our problems and marveled again at my good luck.  I had never been
in  love before.

We were both dressed when Ruth returned carrying two bags of groceries.

"I was looking forward to some more fun," she said in disapproval.

"We can't wait," I said.  "We have to leave now.  Will you sell us your 
car?"

"My car!  It's not much, but it's worth more than you have."

"We'll give you ten thousand dollars," Marcy spoke up.  I had told her how 
much money was in the case.

Ruth gapped in astonishment.  She swallowed, then said to Marcy, "I don't 
want you to leave."  It was a plea.

Marcy embraced the older girl, who was half a head shorter.  "We have to
get  away," she said.  "Bad people are looking for us."

Ruth looked at me.  "Because of the money?  You stole that much?"

I nodded.  Marcy then pulled me into the kitchen nook.

"Can we take her with us?" she whispered.

"We're in trouble, Marcy.  She won't want to come."

"But will you let me ask her?"

When I agreed she went over to Ruth.  They kissed without speaking, then 
went into the bedroom.  Assuming they would be busy for a while, I sat on 
the couch with the open case on my lap.  I played with the money, sniffed a 
few bundles, and thought about budgeting.  We had little more than one 
hundred and fifty thousand, enough for a few years if we didn't spend it 
stupidly.  I thought about going to college.

Half an hour later Marcy came out of the bedroom.  She was nude again.

She shrugged.  "She wants you to ask."

I went into the bedroom where Ruth lay naked on the bed with a pillow 
covering her face.

I sat beside her and removed it.  She had been crying.  It was not like
her.

"Do you want me to come with you, Fred?  I mean, really?"

Before I could assure her, she added, "I want to be a full partner."

"You mean about the money?"

She struck me hard on the leg with her fist.  "No!  You dumb ass!  I don't 
care about the money!"

She was on the verge of tears.  Then I understood.  I was to have both
women  equally: one a near child who was maturing rapidly, the other a
person who  had suddenly learned how to share.  I leaned down to kiss her.

I raised my lips when I felt hers curl in a smile.  She murmured, "Take
your  clothes off, Fred.  We don't have leave right away."

END