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Johnny PulaskiChapter 9 free porn video
I woke up feeling great Thursday morning after my threesome with Amanda and Caroline. And why the hell shouldn't I? I just lived every guy's dream and I had just turned sixteen. I was King Shit. Well, I was until I got to the bathroom to drain Kong anyway. Kong was a little sore when I shook him off but he was taking it like a man. I sidled from the john to the sink to brush my fangs. When I looked in the mirror I recoiled in horror. Recoiled because I had a zit on the end of my nose as big as Mount Vesuvius. I shit you not; it looked as if my nose was growing a nose. Even worse, the growth didn't even have a head so I could squeeze it. I brushed, showered and ate breakfast bummed out that I looked like Bozo the Clown.
When I got to my locker at school Amanda took one look at my nose and dug out her cell phone.
"Cin, this is Amanda, I've got an emergency, meet me in the bathroom by my locker," she said cryptically.
She flipped her phone shut and grabbed my arm.
Come with me," she ordered tugging me to the girl's restroom.
She parked me by the door and darted inside. Fifteen seconds later she came out and pushed me inside. A few girls were touching up their makeup in front of the sinks but no one seemed upset by my presence. I stood there embarrassed to death as the girls cycled in and out, my eyes looking anywhere except toward the stalls. Departees briefed arrivals about my presence. A few of the girls wandered over to check the growth on my nose and make suggestions. Finally after about two minutes this Goth chick pushes through the door and walks over to us.
"Pulaski, this is Cindi Frazier better known as Cin, her father owns Frazier's Funeral Home. Cin does the make up on the dead people. If anyone can fix your ugly face she can."
Cin had at least twenty studs in each ear, one in her nose and when she talked I saw she had a barbell through her tongue. Her hair was black, shaded towards purple and her black ensemble would have made Dracula envious. Her face was as pallid white as a Kabuki Dancer's while her lips were a painted black slash. Cin tilted my head down and said she'd seen worse. She fished around in a purse the size of a GI duffle bag and pulled out a plastic case.
"Theatrical make up," she lisped around the barbell.
I closed my eyes as she worked. I didn't really want to see what she was doing. Judging by her own make up, I figured I was in deep doo-doo. In less than a minute she swatted me on the ass to turn me toward the mirror.
"There you go pretty boy, good as new."
I squinted open my eyes and stared in amazement. Even staring into the mirror from a foot away my nose looked completely normal.
I thanked Cin profusely and told her I owed her one. She said she knew how to find me if she thought of anything. I thanked Amanda and gave her a kiss.
"I owe you too, Mandy."
She said she had a couple of ideas on how I could repay her already.
Football practice was easy on Thursdays. We practiced executing plays without pads and had a skull session watching game films of our next opponent. The game coming up the next night was our final game of the season. If we won we would be conference champions again and move on to the regional tournament.
I had just finished my homework and was watching CSI when Amanda called.
"Can you come over for a little while?" she asked.
"Sure Mandy, can't get enough huh?"
She made a funny sound then started coughing. "Jesus Pulaski, you made me choke on my soda. In your dreams I can't get enough, in real life I want to talk about this connection thing."
I had her hold on while I asked Dad; when he said yes, I told her I'd be right over. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth then cut through the kitchen and grabbed a Bud Light long neck out of the fridge. The beer wasn't for me; I didn't drink much and couldn't see myself ever developing the habit.
I cruised up to the gates of Palmdale Trails and stopped, even though my buddy the guard waved me on. He leaned out of the gatehouse curiously.
"Dude, s'up?" He asked.
His nametag read Al Jerdin. "Nada, Al, how bout you?"
"Same shit, different day," he said with a shrug.
"Here'" I said handing him the beer. "Maybe this will help."
"This is righteous Dude," he said quickly hiding the bottle. "I don't suppose you got a blunt in there too," he added hopefully.
I laughed and gave him a wave as I gunned my engine and took off.
Jane answered the door when I rang the bell. She was wearing a knee length charcoal skirt and an expensive looking high-necked white silk blouse. She had on nylons but was barefooted. The glass of wine she was holding didn't keep her from giving me a nice hug. Her large breasts felt good mashed against my chest. I gave her a kiss just serious enough not to be chaste. When she stepped back I saw Amanda over her shoulder. When our eyes me she gave me a wink.
"I just got in from the airport," Jane said, " I must look a fright.'
I laughed at that, "you always look beautiful, Jane, and you know it."
It was her turn to laugh.
Jane excused herself to unpack and Amanda told me to come with her. Amanda led me to her room and told me to sit. Amanda's room was large and surprisingly feminine, everything was pink or white. I sat down in a comfortable overstuffed chair next to a table stacked with books. Amanda sat at her computer in a high-backed leather office chair.
"I've been working on this connection thing you claim Johnny, and I have a few ideas," she said.
"What kind of ideas?" I asked.
"It came to me this morning when I saw Cin, don't weird out on me till I finish, okay?"
I nodded; my curiosity peaked.
"Okay, so here goes. In junior high, Cin and I were friends because we were both different than the other girls, Cin was already going Goth and I was a big gangly girl who towered over most of my classmates. Your bimbo cheerleader friends used to call me Lurch.
"Cin was into reading science fiction and fantasy so I started reading it too. I remember one series of books about a guy they called a 'projecting empath'. This guy sent out waves of good feeling that made everyone like and trust him. The writer of the books compared his character to people in real life from Hitler to Gandhi. I think that you are one of those people Johnny. And for that matter, so are your father and grandfather. Think about it for a minute. Everyone trusts your father, and listens to what he says. It's the same with Papa J. People are starting to be that way with you too.
"With people who have some of your talent, you end up with this connection thing. I'm betting that all the people you connect with have strong personalities. I know Caroline, Mom, and I do."
When she wound down, I nodded. "That makes sense, I guess. It explains a lot."
"There's more, Johnny. Your father, grandfather and you all do this thing unconsciously. And I'm willing to bet that your charisma is the strongest of all because you can make the connections you do with some people. I think that if you worked on your ability you could connect to anyone like you do with us. If you learned to control it, you could accomplish anything you wanted in life."
"Wow, Mandy, that's a lot to digest. I'm going to have to think about this some. Thanks."
"Yeah, well, this History paper isn't going to write itself. Get out of here; go practice on my Mom or something."
I gave her a kiss and walked back to the living room. I heard Jane rummaging around in the kitchen so I detoured toward the noise. I stood in the doorway leaning against the jamb as she decanted herself a glass of Chablis. Her back was to me so I could stare at her lush body. She was a full figured woman in the best old school tradition, broad shouldered, wasp waisted with womanly flaring hips. Her legs were sleek and long, her ankles trim and tidy. She caught my reflection in the microwave, turned around and gave me a smile.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi yourself. How about a Coke?" she replied.
I nodded affirmatively and she dug a Diet Coke out of the fridge. Jane had medium length blond hair cut to frame her face. She was a handsome woman with full lips and penetrating blue eyes. She leaned hip-shot against the counter twirling the stem of her wine glass and looking at me speculatively.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm trying to figure out why I'm not running like hell from you. I see the way you look at me and instead of being offended or scared it makes me feel good. It also makes me wonder when you will want to do more than just look."
I reached out and ran my hand up her bare arm. "Would you be offended or scared if that were to happen?"
She gave a little shiver at my touch. "Probably not, but I would feel bad because you are Amanda's boyfriend."
"Well then you have one less thing to feel bad about, because Amanda and I aren't going together, we discussed it but we decided we would do better as just friends."
"Really? I don't know if that makes me happy or not. Amanda seemed to be coming out of her shell since she met you. I was starting to worry about her orientation until the dance. I was even hoping you two might even get a little intimate. I know that's awful for a mother to say, but she's my world now, and I want her life to be as pain free as it can possibly be. Of course, I would accept it if she were gay, but her life would be so much harder."
I had to tread lightly here. "Jane what if Amanda wasn't gay but liked both sexes? That's not so unusual the last ten years or so."
"Oh my! That never occurred to me. Johnny, I just want her to be happy."
"Me too, and I want the same for you. So quit worrying and come here. I've been dying to kiss you since I walked in."
I was leaning back against the counter when I said that. Jane put her wine glass down and stepped between my legs. She put her hands on either side of my face and looked into my eyes. "I must be crazy," she mumbled. Then her lips locked on mine for a long sensuous kiss. Jesus, the woman was the best kisser I'd ever met. When she let me go we were both breathing erratically. I wanted more of those kisses but I had to get home.
"I gotta go, Jane but next time you aren't getting away so easily."
"I'll take my chances," she said huskily.
When I got home I scrubbed off the make up Cin had painted me up with. It took some doing as that stuff was made to stay on. My beak didn't look as bad that night; the zit had come to a head and the pink ring had shrunk to manageable proportions. I squeezed the thing gently then applied the Clearasil Amanda had loaned me.
The next morning the zit was almost gone, thank God. I showered, scrubbed my face twice and then reapplied a dab of zit goop. You could tell it was still there, but it least it wasn't the most prominent feature on my face. School was a breeze that Friday, we had a huge pep rally for the football team and the teachers were in the spirit of things so we coasted all day. I experimented with Amanda's theory some too, asserting myself on a couple of occasions where I would normally have just kept my mouth shut. I wasn't sure if people were agreeing with me because I had some gift, or if they were just agreeing. I also wasn't all that keen on the whole idea, anyway. I mean I was sixteen, I was just a kid, and life was pretty much going my way; why the hell did I need to influence people?
The football game was at home that night. We were playing a middle of the pack conference rival with a five and three record. Coach had been harping all week about not looking past Oak Bay thinking we were a lock for the play-offs. His exhortations worked because we came out on fire. We were ahead twenty-eight to zip at the half. So the second half I played tight end with the second string offense. Coach left the starting defense in for the third quarter so I played iron man for a while. I loved it. I also loved catching my first touchdown pass in the fourth quarter. Coach wasn't trying to run up the score or anything, as a matter of fact he even talked to the Oak Bay coach at the half about it. He just wanted to tune up his reserves for the playoffs.
So anyway, I got a game ball for my efforts, the ball I caught for the touchdown as a matter of fact. I guess I must have been giddy with euphoria as I ran towards the locker room to do what I did next. As I passed by our cheerleaders, Shelia Cavanaugh, the head cheerleader and Homecoming Queen, told me nice game. I slammed on the brakes and turned towards her.
I took her hand in mine and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Good enough to go out with me some night?"
She pulled back and looked at me funny. "Maybe," she said sotto voce, "call me and find out. We're in the book, T. Cavanaugh."
I smiled, dropped her hand and sprinting toward the locker room just as Coach Boyette was about to crawl up my ass.
Now asking out Shelia Cavanaugh was way out of character for me, and her saying maybe was ten times as surprising. I'm telling you Shelia's pooh-pooh smelled like roses at Palmdale Senior High. She was a senior and Miss Everything in the yearbook. Her mother was Donna Murphy Cavanaugh, Jake Turner's first cousin, and a vice-president of Turner and Thornton holdings. Shelia was about as Irish as I was Polish; she was medium height and had this fabulous copper colored hair, that hung to her fabulous ass, that was held up by her fabulous legs... well, you get the picture.
Now I didn't feel a connection with Shelia but I had felt a little back current as I held her hand. It was as if after I held her hand and whispered to her I could feel a little response. I didn't know what kind of sense to make out of that. Nor did I know what the hell I was going to do about calling her. Sometimes when I was excited I let my alligator mouth override my hummingbird brain.
After the post game meeting and a quick shower, I was in street clothes headed for my truck. When I got to it Caroline, Amanda and Jane were standing there waiting for me. All three hugged me and congratulated me on my game. I offered to take everyone to Pizza Hut to celebrate. It took a little convincing but Jane agreed to go as well. Caroline hadn't been for a ride in my truck yet so she hopped in and we roared off. Amanda and her Mom were driving straight to the restaurant but Caroline insisted on going the long way. When we were on the road she turned in her seat to face me.
"Johnny, Amanda and I really get along great and sex with her is very exciting. It is also easier for me to see her because it looks normal for two pals to hang around together. We still want to spend time with you occasionally but we are going to spend time together too. Are you okay with that?"
"We are not exclusive, I told you that Caroline. What you two do is your own business. You just need to remember that Mandy is trying to come to grips with her sexuality. If she falls in love with you it could be bad for both of you."
Caroline nodded her understanding. "We talked about that and we talked about how we felt about you, I think that things only get emotionally sticky when you are in the equation. You are some kind of guy Johnny, even if you don't know it."
"I know I'm some kind of lucky guy because I have such a hot little lover as you," I replied.
"Yes your are," she agreed. "And I'll make you even luckier if you volunteer to take Mrs. Pullman home so Mandy and I can have some time together."
"For you, anything," I said magnanimously.
Wasn't this a fine turn of events. I sure hoped that Caroline knew what she was doing because I could very easily see Amanda falling in love with her. Well Caroline had sure made things plain to me, and I could only hope she'd do the same with Amanda. So at Pizza Hut I abetted their scheme and offered to drive Jane home so they could go to a party on the beach. Of course only the three of us knew it was a party of two.
It was a crisp fall evening and Jane was wearing jeans, a sweater and a brown tweed woman's suit coat. It was the first time I'd seen her in trousers, and as always she looked good. I especially liked the high-heeled boots she was wearing. They actually made her a little taller than me. I walked Jane out to my truck and opened the door for her. She swung gracefully up into the seat. I let myself in and flipped up the armrest. Jane looked at me and smiled that knowing smile of hers then slid over next to me. I fished out the center seat lap belt and buckled her in.
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