Colleen – chapter 03 – part-03

Colleen sat back in her chair with a smile and began to laugh. Her laughter made me smile along with her.

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s the irony of it all. I told the cheerleading squad that I would hunt down and scratch out the eyeballs of any girl that went to Miller’s Pond and defiled my innocent brother.”

Colleen had a thoughtful look on her face.

“Funny thing is, I only said that about you, not Mike or Jimmy.”

We were both sitting quietly, contemplating what we had been discussing when an idea began to form in my mind. I looked at Colleen and almost telepathically I knew that she was having the same thought. She raised her eyes and looked directly into mine. Her small smile began to grow until it was spread across her face and up into her eyes.

“Are you thinking…”

“…the Bluffs.”

I stood up and threw a fistful of money on the table.

“I’ll bring the car around. Call Debbie and tell her we’ll be an hour late…no, better make two hours…oh hell, just tell her we’ll be late.”

The Bluffs was San Miguel’s version of Miller’s Pond. Outside of town was an old farm road that was lined with large oak trees. At one spot there was a break in the line of trees and the ground fell away sharply, almost straight down about twenty feet. At this particular location there was enough room for about ten or twelve cars to park and look out at the lights of San Miguel in the distance.

It was very popular with the high school crowd.

When we pulled up to park at the Bluffs we were pleased to see that we were the only couple there. Colleen looked around with a grin and muttered, “School night.”

She looked at me expectantly. “What do we do now?” she questioned.

“How am I supposed to know? I’ve never done this before.” I thought for a second. “How about a kiss? You can never go wrong by starting with a kiss.”

“Works for me. Come here baby,” she said as she started to slide her arms around me. We got only as far as touching lips when we both pulled back.

“Just a second, let me get this out of the way.”

Colleen leaned back and I pushed the center arm rest up and into its’ place between the two seat backs. Once again we came together with our arms around each other and moved in for a kiss when Colleen yelped.

“O-W-W-W!”

“What?”

“The gearshift just poked me in the stomach…see if you can turn a little more sideways and scoot closer towards me.”

“Can’t, my legs are trapped under the steering wheel.”

“Well this is not working. Why did you have to buy a Japanese car?”

We sat back in frustration. I was trying to visualize the correct positions our bodies would have to be in to achieve this endeavor when I looked at Colleen. We both said the same thing in unison.

“Back seat.”

I got out of the car and went around to the passenger side; lately I had to help Colleen get in and out of the car. We both stood at the open rear door looking in.

“Now what?”

“One of us has got to get in and lay down…you do it.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Because dear brother, you know that you can’t get far enough inside me any more unless I’m on top. Now get in there before I loose interest. I’m getting cold standing out here.” Colleen issued this last command as she stood stroking her distended belly.

I backed into the open car doorway and sat down, then leaned back and scooted towards the other side of the car. When I was far enough in I lay the rest of the way down and with a loud thump and a muffled groan I smacked the back of my head on the armrest.

“Are you ok in there?”

“I’m alright but let’s get this show on the road. Just remember we’re paying Debbie by the hour.”

Colleen crawled into the car headfirst and wiggled forward until she was lying nose to nose on top of me. She put her lips against mine then her tongue slithered out and began exploring the inside of mouth. My left arm came up and embraced her, stroking her back and caressing her ass. My right arm was pinned between my body and the back of the seat. Colleen pushed her hand between us and gently stroked the front of my slacks. My cock was standing rigid by this point.

Colleen brought her hand up a few inches and began to fumble with my belt buckle. After several very unsuccessful attempts to undo my pants she said, “There’s just not enough room. I’m going to back out and you pull your pants down.”

Once she was out she bent over at the waist and peered in to watch what I was doing. I undid my belt, the buttons on my pants and pulled down the zipper. I raised my butt off of the seat and begin to shove my slacks and jockeys down my legs. When I got them as far as my knees, Colleen stuck her head in and started to crawl back on top of me. She gave me a long and deep kiss and began moving her hips around to find the best position when I screamed.

“STOP! GET OFF ME QUICK!”

Colleen scrambled backwards until she was out of the car and looking back in at me.

“What? What happened?”

I raised my butt up and began to feel around underneath. After a second I found it. It was a large narrow piece of plastic that was wedged down between the seat and the back sticking straight up. I yanked it free and stared at it for a moment before I handed it to Colleen.

“Here…Barbie just tried to shove her head up my ass.”

Colleen looked at the doll in her hands. “Why that cheap slut. I have a good mind to tell Ken what a tramp his girlfriend is.” She tossed the doll onto the front seat. “Thanks, Molly’s been looking for that all week.”

“Considering where it’s been you should probably soak it in some disinfectant for a while before you give back to her.” I was gingerly massaging my ass check where I found a large dent in my skin.

One more time Colleen began her entry to the backseat. She was part way in when she stopped and backed out. This time I asked the question.

“What now?”

In the moonlight I could barely see the smile on her face.

“Just thinking ahead this time.”

Colleen raised the hem of her skirt up over her hips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to wiggle her hips as she worked them down her legs. When they were at her ankles she stepped out of them and picked them up from the ground. Given her lack of balance that was caused by her large stomach, this was no mean feat. She balled up the panties and tossed them onto the front seat on top of Barbie. Colleen left her skirt up around her hips and crawled back on top of me.

With a grin on her face she said, “I think we’re ready to do this now.”

Colleen was finally in place on top of me and with some strange twisting and reaching behind her she managed to get the car door shut. She settled her hips against mine and my cock that was still hard as a board could feel her thick mat of hair. She wiggled her hips until my cock slipped up between her thighs. Slowly she began humping her ass backwards until I felt the tip of my dick start to slide between the lips of her cunt. With one last push of her hips backwards I was buried to the hilt inside of her.

My neck was bent, my head on the armrest. My knees were going straight up with my heels almost touching my ass, toes touching the door. Colleen’s knees were almost in my armpits and her ass was wedged into the angle formed by my hips and thighs. Very slowly she began to rock her hips up and down, and side to side. This time I had kept my right arm out so that I would be able to use it. Even with Colleen’s huge belly I could still get my arms around her…but just barely. I tried to push my hips up in an effort to drive my cock deeper into her but I was pinned in so tightly that I wasn’t having much luck. We were jammed together, we couldn’t move and I was starting to get a cramp in my right leg.

This was one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life.

The only movement was the rocking of Colleen’s hips and the flexing of her cunt muscles as it sucked and pulled on my cock. The slightest movement sent shock waves of pleasure racing up my spinal column to my brain and looped back down to my testicles that were now trying to crawl up inside Colleen’s cunt all by themselves. Colleen was moaning into my ear as she began experiencing the same intense sexual pleasure. Even though her hips could only slide up and down on my cock an inch or less, she began increasing the cadence of her movements. Soon we were vibrating at ninety miles a minute until we both screamed out “OH FUCK” in an explosion of orgasm. My balls were pumping sperm out the end of my cock toward Colleen’s womb that was already occupied by our baby.

Every muscle in our bodies contracted and we lay rigid, smashed together in the back of the small car. Gradually we relaxed, melting together and I could feel the mixture of my sperm and Colleen’s juice begin to ooze out of Colleen’s cunt and around my cock that was still stuffed up inside of her. Colleen was giving me small delicate kisses on my neck and face then whispered in my ear.

“Damn, if I had known it would be this good I would have dragged you out to Miller’s Pond myself when we were in high school.”

“I would have been the happiest boy in the freshman class.”

“I would have made a permanent reservation for a parking spot and had you between my legs every night…oh Jesus, now I’m talking like a slut…I’m as bad as Barbie.”

I gave her a kiss on the end of her nose. “Sweetheart, nobody can be as bad as Barbie.”

After several minutes of wiggling around and breaking the plastic cover on the dome light with my elbow, Colleen and I were sitting upright in the backseat putting ourselves back together. Colleen rose up a fraction of an inch and was able to work the hem of her skirt back down over her ass. I pulled my pants up and got them fastened but I couldn’t find where my belt had gone.

We were sitting there in the dark, in the back seat of my car, resting, catching our breath and letting our heart rate drop back down to normal. My arms were around Colleen as she leaned against me. She turned her head towards me and gave me a gentle kiss.

“Bobby…”

“Yeah?”

“Have I ever told you I love you?”

“And you waited all this time to tell me? You could have at least…”

I didn’t finish my sentence because she had slid her tongue into my mouth. We spent the next ten minutes enjoying some plain old fashioned necking and fondling of each other. The interior of the car was suddenly filled with a bright light and there was a sharp rap on the window of the door next to me.

“Sheriff’s Department, would you step out of the car please.”

I very nearly wet myself.

I got out the car and stood next to the door. There were two patrolmen standing there, their flashlights shining as bright as air raid searchlights. Colleen had one leg out of the car when the officer spoke.

“You can stay inside the car miss.”

Colleen pulled her leg back in and sat still. The officer shone his light up and down my body and as he did so I looked down at my disheveled appearance. My collar was unbuttoned and the tie was shoved to one side. The shirt was completely wrinkled and the shirttail was half way tucked in the front and hanging out in the back. My belt was missing and my pants had started to sag down around my hips. The zipper on the fly was partway down and a corner of the shirt was sticking out.

“You folks having any trouble here?”

“No, we just stopped to see the lights of the city. Never been here before and thought we’d stop see what it looked like.”

“I see. May I see some identification please?”

I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket, fumbled around with it then handed my license to the officer. He shown his flashlight on the license, up into my face and back down to the license again.

“Mr. O’Conner are you aware that…wait a minute…Robert O’Conner…I know you. You’re Sergeant O’Conner’s brother. And the young lady in the car is…?”

“My wife.”

The patrolman switched off his flashlight. In the moonlight I could see a smile on his lips and after a moment he handed the license back to me. Trying to suppress a laugh he said, “You folks be careful out here, we don’t want any accidents to happen…”

He looked over at the open car where his partner’s flashlight still shown on Colleen. Her face was hidden by the roof of the car but her seven month pregnant mid-section was shining like a beacon. He turned back to me to finish.

“…but we may be too late for that. Phil, there’s nothing here for us, let’s go.”

As the two men walked back to their patrol car I could hear them talking quietly to each other then start laughing as they got in. By this time Colleen had gotten out of the car and was standing next to me. We stood in the moonlight and watched as the car pulled back onto the road and continued off into the night. We turned to face each other and Colleen slid her arms around my waist.

With a kiss she said, “The next time we come up here we’re bringing the minivan.”

The next time?

The next morning I got into the office and sat at my desk with my cup of coffee. I heard a noise and looked up to see Miss Jennings standing in the doorway with a panicked look on her face.

“The Sheriff’s Department is on line three and they asked to talk to you.”

“Relax Miss Jennings; it’s probably just my brother.”

She gave me a look of relief then went back to her desk as I picked up the phone.

“This is Robert O’Conner.”

“Bobby, it’s Jimmy.”

“That’s what I thought; you just scared the hell out of my secretary.”

“Oh…sorry about that. Listen, I had a very interesting conversation with one of our deputy’s this morning. Fellow by the name of Shaffer, you know him?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Tall blond guy, working the night shift this month…patrols the area just south of San Miguel…ring any bells?”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…oh…”

There was silence on the line before Jimmy continued.

“…I can’t believe that I’m about to say this. If that was not Colleen in the car with you last night you’re a dead man.”

I started to laugh.

“No, that was Colleen. You can call the house and talk to her if you want.”

“What the hell were you guys doing out there in the middle of the night?”

There was a tone of exasperation in his voice. Still laughing, I replayed the evening to Jimmy, except for all the intimate details about Colleen and I in the back seat of my car. By the end of the story Jimmy was laughing along with me.

“How could she have not known? Everybody in school knew. And you’re not any better; even I knew when Colleen told the cheerleading squad what would happen if you went out to Miller’s Pond. You two were just oblivious to rest of the world around you.”

“Listen Jimmy, if you’re smart, you won’t mention to Colleen that we had this little conversation. She was ok with it last night but I don’t want you or Mike to set her off about it. Remember, I have to live with her.”

There was silence then with a quiet voice Jimmy replied, “Please…don’t remind me.”

Miss Jennings had begun working for Willis, Goldman & Reed the week after she graduated from high school. She is smart and dedicated in everything that she does and in less than three years she had been promoted several times until she was my personal secretary. Miss Jennings is living proof that the universe has a sense of humor.

Miss Jennings’ full name is Sarah Jane Jennings. The manager in the Accounting Department is named Sara Jane Jennings, the only difference being the letter H. To the delight of everyone in the building, on her first day of work, Sarah Jane Jennings was introduced to Sara Jane Jennings. It was quickly decided that during working hours, Sarah would be Miss Jennings and the other would be SaraJane. They agreed to have lunch together that first day and thus began one of the great friendships of all time.

Miss Jennings is tall, slender, and graceful with very small breasts and to this day still looks as though she had just graduated from high school. The word willowy was created just for her. SaraJane is five years older than Miss Jennings and much shorter, probably five foot two with large breasts and is three pounds away from being classified as plump. One look at her and you think earth mother.

They are both reserved in their public persona but each one possesses an imposing presence that commands attention and respect. Both are intelligent and exact in all that they do. SaraJane always seeks consensus and is a team builder while Miss Jennings has a sharp and biting wit and is not afraid to use it, wielding it like an ice pick. On more than one occasion I have seen grown men back away from Miss Jennings with a look of fear in their eyes and their hands unconsciously protecting their groin area.

Both women have a quiet demeanor but when they are in the company of the other they become animated and down right garrulous. They have so much fun entertaining each other that soon anyone around them gets sucked into their joy. Whenever they attend any type of social event, their dates usually end up being an after thought.

Several months after their first meeting, the lease on Miss Jennings studio apartment was up and SaraJane invited Miss Jennings to move into her three bedroom apartment and split the expenses. By paying only half of the rent, it was a cost savings for both women. Then one year later, they surprised everyone when they announced they were going to jointly purchase a four bedroom house on the edge of town as an investment. Everyone in the office volunteered to help, showed up with their vans and pick-ups and moved the two Sara’s in a single day. That evening they hosted a barbeque in the back yard of their new home.

With the encouragement of SaraJane and the direct orders of Harold Peterson, Miss Jennings began taking evening and weekend classes until she graduated with a BA in Business Administration. When she had finally achieved this goal, Miss Jennings and SaraJane celebrated by taking a well deserved vacation and left for two weeks in the Bahamas. They returned well rested, relaxed, tan and wearing matching gold bands…third finger, left hand.

What can I say, this is California.

Not long after returning from their vacation, Sarah and Sara had a long term visitor. SaraJane’s younger brother Ryan had recently graduated from college and had a six month break before starting Princeton Medical School in the fall. Because all of his med school expenses were being paid for by their grandparents, he came to California to relax and enjoy life because he knew it would be his last chance for the next eight years.

Like his sister, Ryan was a quiet and easy going person and everyone at the office quickly adopted him as part of the family. He had an infectious smile with a willing ear to listen and walking away from him you felt that you had a new best friend. Sarah and Sara were gently teased about being Ryan’s harem and they responded with a quick smile and said that we were all jealous. At the end of the summer, SaraJane and Miss Jennings held a barbeque at their house to both celebrate and mourn Ryan’s leaving for New Jersey the next day.

The week after Ryan left, I was coming back from the conference room and noticed that Miss Jennings was not at her desk. This didn’t mean anything and I walked into my office when the phone on my desk rang and I picked it up.

“Robert, it’s Harold, would you come down to my office for a few minutes?”

Being summoned to Peterson’s office was nothing out of the ordinary, he did it at least twice day, but there was a tone to his voice that implied this was something important. When I stepped into his office he said. “Close the door if you would please and have a seat,” pointing at the chair at the side of his desk. Miss Jennings and SaraJane were sitting in front of the desk directly across for Peterson. He made a small gesture with his hand and said, “Ladies, go ahead.”

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