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The competing music, recorded barkers and crowd sounds showered down onto them even back here. But their attention was on a spectacle not arranged by the gypsies who ran the traveling midway. On the grassy hillside which dropped away from behind the beer tent toward the cattle barns, the young foursome lay very still in the darkness.
The high school senior boy and girl up by the tent's back wall had looked around several times but it was certain they hadn't spotted their audience. Even Jackie's bright red hair, an incongruous color and shape to be inhabiting a lawn, must have set off no alarm. The boy and girl were clearly feeling around and stroking inside each other's clothes as they kissed.
The girl's miniskirt was made of a stiff fabric, maybe corduroy; when her partner did anything under it, it flipped up and made it visible more often than not. Her underwear was peeled down in back. Their breathing and their constant little swear words were comical but exciting.
The boy released her buns and popped the waistband of his jeans open. His left pulled out and moved to her shoulder, which he pulled downward. "Suck it," he murmured.
She allowed herself to be pushed to her knees and reached out for his bobbing cock, now freed of its covering and waving around blindly in front of her face. Her miniskirt flopped down again, which was a little disappointing. But she opened her mouth and closed it over his cock.
She bobbed her head and gripped the shaft with her index finger and thumb in an o. This ring slid up and down at twice the rate her head did. The boy sighed, the way a person does when someone scratches his back for him, and put a hand over each of her ears. She accepted it at first, speeding up in response to his pulls on her, but after a few strokes she batted at his arms.
He soon re-established the grip, and this time she popped off the end to say, "Dean! quit pushing! I'm doing this. Dean, stop it!" He assumed his grip again. "Dean, cut it out, I said, you're makin' me gag!"
Tammy stifled a giggle. They all heard it, but the girl and Dean were no longer looking around for witnesses, and the little drama continued.
Dean seemed to know only one posture for this, and that was grabbing his partner's skull and treating it like a sex toy, with his legs and spine in a particular stance. He kept returning to this pose like a persistent robot.
In a final fury of little flailing whacks at his arms, the girl made to stand up, saying "Cut it out!" again with more emphasis. But Dean resisted it, taking control of her, shoving her down and snarling to her to get down and suck.
She cried out when her knees hit the ground again, and made a good swing to punch him on the leg. She frowned up at him, shoved his hips back, and made angrily to rise again. It appeared that the fun was over.
The slap sounded very loud to the four suddenly frozen watchers on the grassy bank. The girl made a little sharp whine; it had been a hard palm to the side of her face.
"Listen, you're gonna suck me and no backtalk! So shut up and suck!" He shook her head hard for emphasis, then slapped her again with feeling. "Now!" He took her by the front of the neck and a handful of hair and pushed his cock into her face.
With another whine she opened her mouth, but twisted and did a quick roll on the grass, loose from his grip and pulling at her panties to get them up over her hips, twisting and scrambling crabwise away downhill. Her bottom, pushed out ahead of her, contacted Jackie's shoulder.
By this time John had stood and was lifting on Jackie's upper arm gently to get her to stand too. The older girl shot to her feet in a galvanic whirl, staring wide-eyed at the two of them. Then Tammy got up, prodding Phil.
Her parents weren't going to let Jackie date unsupervised; she was too young. But it was okay for Jackie to go out with John to the State Fair if they
double-dated with Tammy and Phil. This turn of events wasn't in anyone's plans.
Dean uttered a surprised "What the fuck?" and froze there with his pants at his ankles and a hand full of brown hair. The girl was gasping but said nothing, looking first at Tammy and Phil and then at John and Jackie, like a hunted animal.
"Take off, Dean," John said tensely, "we're witnesses. There's five of us now, to one. Get outta here and leave her alone." His knees were shaking.
He had to dodge a couple of quick swipes of Dean's arms, but the words sunk in. Dean stopped swinging and called John a little motherfucker, and in a second or two he was pulling up his pants and retreating.
Meanwhile the girl recognized him. "John Svoboda, what the fuck, how'd you get here?"
John waited until Dean was clearly going to retreat, then replied "I saw it all, Nancy, are you hurt?"
"Yeah! The prick!"
"What were you thinking, anyway? He's Starty's boyfriend, isn't he?"
"It's none of your business!" Nancy was still angry and was redirecting it to the four younger people around her. "You were spying!" she accused, including them all in the condemnation.
"We came around back, but then you guys did, after. So we ducked, but when I saw what he was doing I thought we better stand up and stop him. Can I get you a tissue or some water or something? You wanna turn him in, we saw the whole thing."
"Fuck you. It wouldn't stick, you know it. I started out to do it, and he's Dean Twitchell." She looked at the girls, both obviously fourteen or so. Then she turned back to John and thanked him, without real enthusiasm.
"Okay, we'll drop it then. You want to stay with us awhile? If you leave alone he might just grab you out there. We can walk you someplace."
"Oh Jesus. Yeah, okay. I'm so... look! Don't say anything, okay?"
"Fine, we'll never say anything-- will we?"
His fellow conspirators agreed. Tammy and Jackie went to console Nancy, and the little group moved off in the direction Dean hadn't taken.
"To the gate or something?" Phil asked her, and she told him yes, the gate and down to her friend's car. Just then she stepped into the wash of colored light from the rides, out of the tent's shadow. Her cheeks were still a bright red.
They brought her out to her goal without seeing Dean again. Nancy wanted more reassurances of John's silence on the subject before they left.
"It's already forgotten. You're all set here? We'll just go."
"Don't worry, Nancy," Tammy said. "It's all right."
Nancy shut herself in her girlfriend's car and locked it, and the four of them returned to the fair. Not long after, a tall blonde, absolutely the most glamorous human being Phil Gould had ever seen, approached them. "Hey, John? You seen Dean?" The other kids were dumbfounded that such a person could know John.
"In a pretty nasty mood, over by the beer tent, maybe five or seven minutes
ago," John told her, and she thanked him and went that direction away from
them.
"Who was that? Starty?" asked Tammy, and John confirmed that it was.
"She's gorgeous!" Jackie said with awe in her voice. "Why would she pick Dean when she could have anybody she wanted?"
"I'm never going to understand that kinda thing, but it's like that a lot."
"Like what?" Phil was still blown away that someone who looked the way Astarte Harper did could actually live in the same town with him.
"If they're good looking, they win."
"Dean's a pig," Tammy put in indignantly.
"He's a damn handsome pig, though. Not just Starty but Nancy too, remember. He might drive them off after a while, but it the meantime he seems to get what he wants out of them. If the assholes are rich, they win even bigger."
This started a lively discussion which changed nothing but broke the tension.
The high school senior boy and girl up by the tent's back wall had looked around several times but it was certain they hadn't spotted their audience. Even Jackie's bright red hair, an incongruous color and shape to be inhabiting a lawn, must have set off no alarm. The boy and girl were clearly feeling around and stroking inside each other's clothes as they kissed.
The girl's miniskirt was made of a stiff fabric, maybe corduroy; when her partner did anything under it, it flipped up and made it visible more often than not. Her underwear was peeled down in back. Their breathing and their constant little swear words were comical but exciting.
The boy released her buns and popped the waistband of his jeans open. His left pulled out and moved to her shoulder, which he pulled downward. "Suck it," he murmured.
She allowed herself to be pushed to her knees and reached out for his bobbing cock, now freed of its covering and waving around blindly in front of her face. Her miniskirt flopped down again, which was a little disappointing. But she opened her mouth and closed it over his cock.
She bobbed her head and gripped the shaft with her index finger and thumb in an o. This ring slid up and down at twice the rate her head did. The boy sighed, the way a person does when someone scratches his back for him, and put a hand over each of her ears. She accepted it at first, speeding up in response to his pulls on her, but after a few strokes she batted at his arms.
He soon re-established the grip, and this time she popped off the end to say, "Dean! quit pushing! I'm doing this. Dean, stop it!" He assumed his grip again. "Dean, cut it out, I said, you're makin' me gag!"
Tammy stifled a giggle. They all heard it, but the girl and Dean were no longer looking around for witnesses, and the little drama continued.
Dean seemed to know only one posture for this, and that was grabbing his partner's skull and treating it like a sex toy, with his legs and spine in a particular stance. He kept returning to this pose like a persistent robot.
In a final fury of little flailing whacks at his arms, the girl made to stand up, saying "Cut it out!" again with more emphasis. But Dean resisted it, taking control of her, shoving her down and snarling to her to get down and suck.
She cried out when her knees hit the ground again, and made a good swing to punch him on the leg. She frowned up at him, shoved his hips back, and made angrily to rise again. It appeared that the fun was over.
The slap sounded very loud to the four suddenly frozen watchers on the grassy bank. The girl made a little sharp whine; it had been a hard palm to the side of her face.
"Listen, you're gonna suck me and no backtalk! So shut up and suck!" He shook her head hard for emphasis, then slapped her again with feeling. "Now!" He took her by the front of the neck and a handful of hair and pushed his cock into her face.
With another whine she opened her mouth, but twisted and did a quick roll on the grass, loose from his grip and pulling at her panties to get them up over her hips, twisting and scrambling crabwise away downhill. Her bottom, pushed out ahead of her, contacted Jackie's shoulder.
By this time John had stood and was lifting on Jackie's upper arm gently to get her to stand too. The older girl shot to her feet in a galvanic whirl, staring wide-eyed at the two of them. Then Tammy got up, prodding Phil.
Her parents weren't going to let Jackie date unsupervised; she was too young. But it was okay for Jackie to go out with John to the State Fair if they
double-dated with Tammy and Phil. This turn of events wasn't in anyone's plans.
Dean uttered a surprised "What the fuck?" and froze there with his pants at his ankles and a hand full of brown hair. The girl was gasping but said nothing, looking first at Tammy and Phil and then at John and Jackie, like a hunted animal.
"Take off, Dean," John said tensely, "we're witnesses. There's five of us now, to one. Get outta here and leave her alone." His knees were shaking.
He had to dodge a couple of quick swipes of Dean's arms, but the words sunk in. Dean stopped swinging and called John a little motherfucker, and in a second or two he was pulling up his pants and retreating.
Meanwhile the girl recognized him. "John Svoboda, what the fuck, how'd you get here?"
John waited until Dean was clearly going to retreat, then replied "I saw it all, Nancy, are you hurt?"
"Yeah! The prick!"
"What were you thinking, anyway? He's Starty's boyfriend, isn't he?"
"It's none of your business!" Nancy was still angry and was redirecting it to the four younger people around her. "You were spying!" she accused, including them all in the condemnation.
"We came around back, but then you guys did, after. So we ducked, but when I saw what he was doing I thought we better stand up and stop him. Can I get you a tissue or some water or something? You wanna turn him in, we saw the whole thing."
"Fuck you. It wouldn't stick, you know it. I started out to do it, and he's Dean Twitchell." She looked at the girls, both obviously fourteen or so. Then she turned back to John and thanked him, without real enthusiasm.
"Okay, we'll drop it then. You want to stay with us awhile? If you leave alone he might just grab you out there. We can walk you someplace."
"Oh Jesus. Yeah, okay. I'm so... look! Don't say anything, okay?"
"Fine, we'll never say anything-- will we?"
His fellow conspirators agreed. Tammy and Jackie went to console Nancy, and the little group moved off in the direction Dean hadn't taken.
"To the gate or something?" Phil asked her, and she told him yes, the gate and down to her friend's car. Just then she stepped into the wash of colored light from the rides, out of the tent's shadow. Her cheeks were still a bright red.
They brought her out to her goal without seeing Dean again. Nancy wanted more reassurances of John's silence on the subject before they left.
"It's already forgotten. You're all set here? We'll just go."
"Don't worry, Nancy," Tammy said. "It's all right."
Nancy shut herself in her girlfriend's car and locked it, and the four of them returned to the fair. Not long after, a tall blonde, absolutely the most glamorous human being Phil Gould had ever seen, approached them. "Hey, John? You seen Dean?" The other kids were dumbfounded that such a person could know John.
"In a pretty nasty mood, over by the beer tent, maybe five or seven minutes
ago," John told her, and she thanked him and went that direction away from
them.
"Who was that? Starty?" asked Tammy, and John confirmed that it was.
"She's gorgeous!" Jackie said with awe in her voice. "Why would she pick Dean when she could have anybody she wanted?"
"I'm never going to understand that kinda thing, but it's like that a lot."
"Like what?" Phil was still blown away that someone who looked the way Astarte Harper did could actually live in the same town with him.
"If they're good looking, they win."
"Dean's a pig," Tammy put in indignantly.
"He's a damn handsome pig, though. Not just Starty but Nancy too, remember. He might drive them off after a while, but it the meantime he seems to get what he wants out of them. If the assholes are rich, they win even bigger."
This started a lively discussion which changed nothing but broke the tension.