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Johnny PulaskiChapter 16 free porn video
I know you are wondering why I put up with all the drama that Rachael kept heaping on me. Well join the freakin' club, cause I didn't have a clue either. When she told me before Christmas break that she would be coming home early, I thought it was going to be to spend the rest of the holiday with me. So what happens? We spend one night together and she says she'll see me in a coupe of weeks and she splits for parts unknown. And the kicker was her reason, "Johnny it is just too good when we are together." Can you believe that shit? Hey, didn't I say the same thing about her last Christmas? Well at least this year I wasn't crying all over myself about her; this time she said she'd see me later.
My first instinct when she drove off was to call one of the other women in my life and fuck Rachael off my mind. I tabled that as a bad idea, though. It just wasn't my nature to use someone like that. So instead I drove down to Jiffy Lube and used one of my gift certificates for an oil change. That burnt up all of thirty minutes. Since the Jiffy Lube was right down from Mama's Diner, I stopped there for an early lunch. Mama's was mostly empty that day, so to my great pleasure, Tina sat down and gabbed with me.
"So Johnny, why the long face?" she asked.
I knew immediately that Tina was a perfect person to hear my tale of Rachael induced woe. Since I couldn't legally get into a bar, Tina was the closest thing to a bartender I knew.
"This girl I like told me she only wants to see me occasionally because she says she'll fall in love with me if she sees me more often. Then in the same breath, she says she needs me in her life. Oh yeah, and she wants me available for sex when the mood strikes her."
Tina grinned and shook her head as if in wonder. "And your complaint is what? Seems to me you have the opportunity to live every man's fantasy, a woman who wants to sleep with you for the sex only. What's the matter, are you holding out for a new bass boat?"
I chucked, you know that joke, right? It goes — This redneck guy gets a divorce so he takes out a personal ad in the paper: Wanted, new wife, must be a good cook, love sex, and own a bass boat. Send picture of boat.
Tina laughed too. "Seriously Johnny, you are only sixteen, what would you do if you two did fall in love? Let me tell you what happened to me. I fell in love at fifteen to a sweet talking guy two years older than me. Before I knew it, I was knocked up. So John Roy and I got married, we quit school and he got a job. He left me after two more babies, just left one day and never came back. I was a single mother with three kids at the age of twenty-one. Now I wouldn't trade my kids for anything in the world. My youngest is in college now and I'm about to be a grandmother by my oldest. Still, I missed out on a lot of life.
"To top it off, now I'm in a situation similar to yours. I love this man, but he has other obligations, so we don't get to spend much time together. So what I do is just enjoy every minute I get with him. Could be that would work for you, and who knows, maybe when you are older something will come of it. If not, you'll at least have had the pleasure of being with her some."
What Tina said made sense and sure gave me some insight into her life. I was as intrigued as hell about this man that she loved, but I kept my yap shut. I had a nice lunch that ended up being on the house and got a big hug from Tina. She wished me good luck and sent me back to Papa's feeling much better. My cell phone rang as I was driving. I flipped it open and said hello.
"Hello Johnny, this is Nina Murphy, remember me?"
"Yes ma'am, how could I forget anyone who kisses like you?"
"My brother-in-law wasn't exaggerating when he said you must have kissed the Blarney Stone," she said with a laugh.
"In Poland the stone like that is named the Pulaski Stone in honor of my family."
"I can well imagine. Johnny, if you don't have plans on New Years Eve, would you come to a party at my house?"
I didn't even have a hint of plans. "Gee, I don't know Nina, will I be your date?"
"You are much too glib to be only sixteen. No, I already have an escort, but I'm sure you'll meet someone there more your age."
"Hmmm, I smell a fix. That someone wouldn't be named Shelia, would it?"
She laughed again; she had an easy natural laugh. "Could be, although she didn't ask me to invite you. Actually the twin terrors talked me into it. I don't know if they are trying to help their sister or if they have designs on you themselves. So be warned. We'll start about eight, the dress is casual but not sloppy, okay?"
I told her it would be my pleasure to be there and asked for the address. She gave me her address and directions. I was pleased with the invitation if for no other reason than it got me out of the house. When you are sixteen there aren't a lot of venues for New Year's Eve parties. I didn't think Dad would have any strenuous objections to me going, either, simply because of whose party it was.
As soon as I hung up with Nina, my phone rang again. This time it was Stan Hoffman. The Hoffman's had been up in North Carolina visiting his grandparents and had just arrived back home. Jen Caldwell had already filled them in on the incident in the park so Stan was calling to make sure I was okay. Since I was only a few blocks from their house, I agreed to swing by for a few minutes. It was nice bull shitting around with Stan again. It was a pleasant change of pace from all the deep conversations I'd been having with women for the past week or so.
Stan was stoked about us both playing for the High School's baseball team this year. Try outs were going to be the week after we came back from break and practice would start the following week. The conference our school belonged to had approved a twenty-four game season for the upcoming year so we would play for twelve weeks instead of eight. The season would run from February through April with tournaments and playoffs scheduled for early May.
Michelle came into the game room while we were talking. She had been at the grocery store with her mom when I arrived. She was all over the thing at the park while Stan had hardly mentioned it. I even had to roll up my jeans and show her the fresh scars on my calf before she was satisfied I was okay.
"Saving that little girl was the kind of thing I expected from you, Johnny. That's why I feel so safe when I'm with you."
I shrugged off the compliment and motioned her to lean forward. When she did I whispered in her ear.
'I don't know how safe you should feel, looking as good as you do right now. I think if Stan wasn't here to protect you, I'd probably ravish you right here on the floor."
She shivered when I gave her ear a little lick to punctuate my comments. Then she whispered back.
"You can't rape the willing, Johnny."
I hung out at the Hoffmans' all evening, even cadging dinner off them. Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman commented on my adventure in the park. Stan and Michelle had really cool parents. The adult Hoffmans set the rules, and as long as their kids abided by them, they stayed out of their business. Disobeying the rules, however, brought swift and severe punishment. Restriction for a Hoffman kid was the twenty-first century equivalent to that prison where Paul Newman was in the movie 'Cool Hand Luke'.
At eight we watched the Holiday Bowl on ESPN. Even though the Holiday Bowl wasn't a major bowl that would have an outcome on the Championship, it was a good game. The Red Raiders from Texas Tech beat up on some team from California. At half time Stan went up to his room to call his newest sweet thing leaving Michelle and me alone.
Michelle told me she wasn't dating anyone at the moment. She was all kinds of put out because the last guy she seriously dated, bragged about what good head she gave. As is the case with those things, his bragging got back to her in fewer than three days. Stan had a chat with the guy but the damage had been done. She didn't know whether any guy who asked her out was interested in her or just wanted a blowjob, so she was turning down everyone. I felt like kicking the guy's ass myself. Guy's like that poisoned the well for the rest of us. I liked Michelle a lot, she was one of the hottest girls in the school, and we had a history.
"So does the no dating thing include me?" I asked.
"Never," she replied.
"Then will you go out with me Saturday night, dinner and a movie or something?"
"Oh my God, yes!"
"Good, but I'm going to have to make sure it's alright with Stan, Okay?"
"Sure, Johnny," she gushed, "that won't be a problem at all."
Michelle went to secure permission from her parents; when he returned, I asked Stan if he minded if Michelle and I dated. He grinned and said he had been hinting for almost a year that I should take her out.
"Pulaski, I've known you most of my life, I trust you and so do my parents. Besides that, Shelly has had a crush on you forever. I know it's uncool to some people, but I care about my sister being happy. Just don't break her heart man."
I was touched by Stan's little speech, and I sure knew where he was coming from being concerned for his sister's happiness.
I stuck out my hand, "You have my word that I'll try real hard no to hurt her."
He shook my proffered hand then gave me another grin. "Alright, that's enough of that male bonding shit, shut up so I can watch the game will you?"
Michelle returned in about five minutes. Her big old grin told me her parents had said yes. She gave me the news verbally anyway, and told me she had a midnight curfew. Then she did something really cool, she told us good night and let us watch the ball game in peace. Score one for Michelle.
I was in bed asleep by eleven-thirty. The phone ringing at two AM woke me up instantly. Phones ringing late at night scare the hell out of me because it seems bad news always comes with those calls. I mumbled a sleepy hello into the receiver.
"Hi Johnny." It was Katrina.
"Hi Trina, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, sorry to call so late," she said with a boozy hiccup and giggle.
"That's okay, you know I'm always happy to hear your voice. How ya doing?"
"Okay, I got drunk and got laid tonight." She giggled again.
"Uh, that's nice," I said lamely.
'No, no it wasn't. Wanna know why?"
Hell no, not in a million years did I want to know anything about it. The thought of some guy having sex with my sister actually made me want to puke.
"Why, Trina?"
"Cause it wasn't any good. When he finally left I had to do myself to get off." Her voice dropped to a drunken conspiratorial whisper. "I thought about being naked in your arms while I played with myself and came like crazy. Now I'm laying here all warm and cozy, hugging a pillow, pretending it's you."
I was absolutely speechless. The whole conversation was so bizarre I couldn't wrap my brain around it. I decided that I was chalking this up to the liquor talking. She was going to be some kind of embarrassed in the morning if she remembered any of this. I steered the conversation onto a more innocuous subject.
"So how's the skiing?"
"It's great, I love the feeling of bombing down the slope as fast as I can go. You would love it too. One day maybe we can do it together." More giggles, "Skiing I mean."
We yakked about different things for another couple of minutes before we hung up. I was going to caution her about the drinking next time we talked.
Jethro got me up at eight. He wanted to go outside and he wasn't taking no for an answer. I took him out into the back yard and since it was private out there I peed in the bushes with him. I don't know which of us was more relieved. I ate some cereal and headed to my house to pick out some nicer clothes to wear to Nina's party. Casual but not sloppy I could do by myself, anything past that took the expert eye of Nana. I settled on a pair of dress pants, a nice knit sweater, and loafers; hell I even threw in a pair of black socks for the occasion.
With time to kill, I took out the shop vac and car wash stuff and detailed my truck. I was pretty sure I was going be the only one driving up in a pickup, so I wanted to make a good impression. It took me almost three hours to get my ride pimped to my satisfaction. I stood back and looked at my reflection in the shiny red paint. Damn, if I was a girl, I'd give me some just for a ride in the thing.
I ate supper with Dad; we chowed down on some of Mr. Poon's fried rice and boneless spare ribs. After supper, I showered, changed into my glad rags and jauntily bid the Old Man adieu. My father cracked up at my bad attempt at sophistication.
"Be home by two, Your Highness or I'll kick your royal ass," he said.
I pulled up to the address I'd been given at ten after eight; I had lollygagged down at the turn off from the highway so I wouldn't be the first person arriving. The joint Nina occupied was as big and opulent as the Cavanaughs' but instead of Colonial Revival it was Spanish in design. I eased up into the big circular drive trying to figure out where to park when who, but Al Jerdin, the gate guy from Jane's development, lopes over to my truck. Al had his hair in a ponytail and was wearing a white shirt, red vest and bowtie.
"Dude," he said, "valet parking."
"Hey Al, branching out?"
"No man, we are doubling as security too." He whipped a small aerosol can out of his vest and waved it around. "Check it out, Dude, pepper spray. If one of those rich geezers gets out of hand, watch out!"
"I feel much safer knowing you are on the job Al," I said straight faced. "Put my Baby here in a safe place that will allow me to make a early exit if I need to okay?"
"You got it JP," he said as he took my keys.
With more than a little trepidation I watched as Al carefully drove off in my truck. When he disappeared I turned and headed for the door. A crisply dressed Hispanic maid let me in the front door. She asked my name, consulted a typed list she held and welcomed me to the party.
"Miss Nina is in the great room; it's straight ahead, last room on the right," she said.
I thanked her and walked down the polished marbled entry hall, my footsteps echoing as if I were wearing taps on my shoes. I was more than a little nervous and way out of my element with the whole experience. I stopped at the entrance to the room the maid indicated and tried not to gawk; the room was huge, our house could have fit in it. Straight ahead at the other end of the room a gargantuan stone fireplace dominated the wall. On the right side a long expanse of floor to ceiling glass looked out onto a patio and lushly landscaped garden. Nina and a guy who looked fairly familiar were standing at a bar set up near the doorway; she saw me and motioned me over.
"Johnny, this is my Brother David, he is Donna's twin. David this is Johnny Pulaski, Shelia's friend."
David laughed and stuck out his hand. "So you are the scoundrel that has all the Cavanaugh women in an uproar."
I grinned ruefully as we shook hands. "I don't think your sister likes Polacks."
He laughed even louder this time. "My sister doesn't like anyone. My nieces all think highly of you, though, and that's a much better reference to me."
I tried not to blush and turned towards Nina. "You look beautiful tonight, Nina, I sure hope your date appreciates it as much as I do."
I was really keeping brother David amused tonight. He laughed again at my remark.
"I think Nina might be right about you, you are a silver tongued devil," David said. He saluted me with his glass and walked off.
I asked the bartender for a Diet Coke as Nina laid her hand on my arm.
"Thank you for the compliment Johnny. I hope he does too, if he even shows up that is."
The party was just getting started, only a few people were there and I didn't know any of them. Nina told me that there would be a separate party for the younger people in the family room with a hipper (her word) DJ and snacks I'd probably like better than pate and caviar. She did ask me to stay with her for a few minutes until David returned.
"Let this be a lesson for you Johnny. By not showing up on time my date has left me stuck doing all the greeting with my brother as if I were some old spinster. Men who embarrass their dates seldom get lucky at the end of the evening."
"I'll take that to heart because at my age I don't get that many chances anyway," I said with a chuckle.
"That not what I hear," she replied.
I was telling her not to believe everything she hears when David returned. I excused myself just as a group of people came in and went across the wide hall to the family room. The family room was smaller than the great room by about a third. It too had a glass wall with sliding glass doors. The view was of a large pool, though, and not a garden. I was the only one in the room except for the DJ setting up his equipment. He was the same kid from school that did my birthday party.
"Hey Curt, how's it hanging?"
He looked up myopically and pushed his glasses up onto his nose. "Hey Pulaski, it's hanging to my knees. I didn't expect to see you here, are you working this gig too?"
Curtis Farkas wasn't in any of my classes this year, but I saw him all the time pushing around some audio-video equipment at the school. He belonged to the AV Club and filmed all our football games. Curt was a hustler, always working.
"No Man, Mrs. Murphy invited me the day before yesterday. I think I'm here to balance out the seating chart," I said.
"Too bad, cause she pays real good and always gives me a tip. There should be some prime fluff here tonight, and these rich girls don't mind showing the merchandise after they've had a few. I've got my video camera just in case," he said hopefully.
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