Same Tomorrow as Yesterday

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   Chapter 1

   You learn a lot over the years, at least I know I did.  Those of you who
have read my other stories know that I grew up in a small, backwards,
redneck town, and that my greatest ambition was to get the hell out of
there and never return.  So far, I have managed to do just that.

   Still, as you get older, you learn, or, more importantly, you begin to
piece together, tidbits of information, and you find out that what used to
be a puzzle now begins to make a little sense.  Sometimes, that leads to
the realization that what you used to perceive as a handicap is in
actuality a benefit.  That, in part, is why I decided to make a pilgrimage
of sorts, and go back to the old hometown.

   Over the years, I have lived and worked all over the world, in major
cities and in small towns, and I have learned a lot.  It just took me a
long time to realize that I hadn't pieced together what I already knew.  I
had all the pieces, I just had never bothered to fit it together to see the
whole picture.  When I finally did, several things happened, which is, of
course, the reason for this story.

   Growing up in a small town like I did, I knew the thoughts and attitudes
that could be found there.  At the time I was growing up there, I had no
idea how to deal with them, let alone how to capitalize on them.  Now,
though, after being a "city boy" for many years and having traveled the
world, I came to several realizations about how to use those same small
town thoughts and attitudes to my advantage.  The opportunity to try it
came about as a direct result of a whim and some careful planning.  I made
a promise to myself that once I got out of that town, I would never return.
I was always of the opinion that I left nothing there, and that there was
no reason to return.

   The main reason I went back was because of my high school reunion.  I
planned it well, putting a lot of thought into it.  First, I made
reservations for a suite at the best motel in town.  I made arrangements
through a special car rental company to rent a Jaguar XK-8.  It cost me a
fortune, but it was all in the plan.  I made sure my wardrobe was
impeccible, and planned on taking no casual clothes with me at all.  I even
went to a stylist a couple of days before the trip and got the works,
including a manicure.  I wanted to be "class out the ass" when I got there.
I had a lot to prove.

   I had been a nobody when I grew up there.  I was just a poor kid that
really never did fit in.  I was snubbed routinely by the society kids,
which really didn't bother me at the time.  I didn't fit in their clique
anyway.  I didn't fit in with the poor kids because I always had ambition
and drive, while they didn't.  I didn't fit in with the rednecks, because I
always thought they were stupid.  I didn't fit in with the intellectuals,
because while I was smart, I wasn't nerdy.  I didn't fit in with the Jocks,
because being a jock takes a special level of intelligence.  To be a jock,
you have to be smart enough to understand sports, but stupid enough to
think they are important.  That just wasn't me.  Basically, I didn't fit in
anywhere.  I was pretty much overlooked, which, at the time, suited me
pretty well.

   Like any kid in my position, I always lusted after all the girls, but
much more so after the "untouchable" girls.  The cheerleaders, of course,
and the rich girls.  Even at the small school I went to, most of them
didn't even know my name.  There was no way in hell I would have ever asked
one of them out back then, and no way in hell they would have gone out with
me if I had asked.  There were lots of girls who would have gone out with
me, but I had no interest in the ones that wanted me.  I wasn't too sure
that much of that had changed, but we would see.  It depended a lot on who
had done what, who had never left the old hometown, and so on.

   I spent some time looking through my high school year book before I left
on the trip.  I don't know if it was a change in my taste or just a dose of
reality, but as I looked back at the photos I noticed a distinct change. 
The "Rich" girls and Cheerleaders that I would have killed to go out with
when I was in high shcool just weren't that great looking to me anymore. 
On the other hand, I noticed a certain attractiveness in some of the girls
I had ignored back then.  I thought it was curious.

   The trip out was uneventful.  I really liked the Jag.  It was a gorgeous
car and it ran like a striped ass ape.  The interior was very soft camel
colored leather, and the exterior was metalflake emerald green.  I was glad
I had rented it.  I had considered renting a Porsche, Ferrari, Beemer,
Stealth, or Prowler os something along that line, but had rejected them.  I
needed a car that I could get laid in.  Sure, any of those would have done
it, but I needed interior room, so it had to be a bigger car.  I considered
Lincoln and Cadillac, but rejected both as too common and not flashy
enough. I wanted something that would set a small town on its ear, and I
think I made a good selection.  It was almost eleven when I got to town, so
I went to the hotel and checked in.  I decided to make a couple of drags
through downtown to see what was going on.  I thought about doing some bar
hopping, but decided against it.  There would be time for that later.

   Town hadn't changed much.  Even though it was late, there was a lot of
traffic downtown.  Mainly teenagers, of course, but that was okay.  The Jag
got a lot of attention.  Even more than I thought it would.  I knew that it
would be the talk of the town by this time tomorrow.  The windows were
tinted on the Jag, so no one could really see inside, although I could see
outside perfectly.  The guys seemed to really stare at the car, and mode no
bones about doing so.  The girls, on the other hand, seemed to look at it
on the sly, and tried to act disinterested, although it was obvious that
they were far from it.  The Jag just reeked of money and class, two things
that women world wide just cannot ignore.  Even more so when it is small
backwards town women, and more especially teenager women.

   I went to the Sonic, making sure I took a spot so that I could keep an
eye on the carhops as they walked by.  I didn't order right away, electing
to just sit there and check out the carhops for a moment or two.  Business
was slow there because it was so late, so there were only two carhops. 
They both appeared to be sixteen or seventeen.  One was blonde, and one was
brunette.  Neither was overly interesting to me, but I wouldn't reject
either one if it came down to it.  I wasn't too sure if either one of them
was fuck-able, but they were both certainly fuck worthy.  Both were really
checking out the car as they went by.  I ordered a coke and waited to see
which girl would deliver it.  It was the brunette.

   "Gorgeous car." She said as she handed me my Coke.  "What kind is it?"
"Jaguar XK-8," I replied, "brand new." "Is it as hot as it looks?  she
asked.  "No," I replied, "actually it's a lot hotter than it looks.  Are
you as hot as you look?" She smiled and said "I can be.  It just depends on
the circumstances." She paused for a moment, then continued "I'd love to
have a car like this." "How would you like to go for a ride in it when you
get off?" She was silent for a moment, wrestling with the idea, and then
smiled again and said "Okay.  Pick me up at the back door here at
midnight." She turned to walk away.  I watched her go, admiring her build
as she walked away.  Not bad, I thought, not bad at all.

   I had almost an hour before I was supposed to pick her up, so I made a
trip to the liquor store and got a couple of six packs of wine cooler.  I
got the sweet kind, the kind teenagers really like.  I made a couple of
more runs down main, then drove back to the Sonic, arriving at ten till
midnight.  I parked out in the back, about a hundred yards from the
backdoor.

   It was a few minutes after midnight when she came out the back door.  I
saw her look around for me, and when she saw the car, she started toward
it. I watched her come across the parking lot, and took the opportunity to
look her over a little closer.  She had on a Sonic T-shirt and tennis
visor, and was wearing tight black jeans and tennis shoes.  Her hair was
tied up in a braind on her head.  Her build was a little better than I
first thought.  Her tits appeared to be a bit bigger than I preferred, but
I could live with that.  She was a little bit on the "hippy" side, if you
know what I mean.  More cushion for pushin...  I had her figured for about
seventeen.  She got in the car next to me.  I reached behind the seat and
got a wine cooler, opened it, and handed it to her.  I already had one
open. "I don't drink." She said.  "It's only a wine cooler," I replied,
"try it."

   She took a tentative sip, decided it was pretty good, then took a long
drink.  That was a good start.  I put the car in gear and pulled out of the
parking lot, heading for downtown.  By the time we got there, her first
wine cooler was gone, and she had started on her second.  It hadn't been a
very long drive.  After all, this is a town where 6th street is on the edge
of town.  We talked a lot, mainly small talk, as we drove up and down main.
She finished her second and third wine cooler, while I was still on my
first.  I sipped slowly, partly because I didn't care much for wine cooler,
and partly because I didn't want to get drunk.

   Her name was Shawna, and she was 17 as I had guessed.  While she hadn't
interested me all that much in the beginning, I was starting to look
forward to fucking her.  I wasn't too sure how I was going to go about it,
or if I would even manage to do it, but I was pretty sure I could.  I knew
that having more wine cooler would certainly help, as there was only two
left, and I was at the bottom of my first one.  Drinking it hot didn't help
the taste too much, either.  The liquor stores were ong since closed, but
since this was my hometown, things like after hours or too young had never
been an issue if you knew the right people.  I managed to get more wine
cooler very quickly.

   My plan was to get her out to the lake and fuck her there.  It was
fifteen miles away, out a straight, paved two lane road.  Plenty of ideal
places to park.  I considered taking her to my room, but thought better of
it.  Too many complications.  A quick fuck in the car at the lake would be
ideal.  I suggested to her that we make a run out to the lake and drive
across the dam.  She said that her curfew was at two, and it was almost one
now.  She said it would take at least fifteen mimutes each way to the lake
and about ten to drive across the dam.  She didn't think she had time to do
it before she had to be home.  I told her that it wouldn't take that long
to get there and back in the Jag, because I wasn't planning on driving the
speed limit.  That was enough to make her eager to go, the prospect of
cruising out there at high speed.  I already knew that no matter how
quickly we got to the lake, she would be missing her curfew.

   I waited until I was about a mile out of town before I started speeding
up.  I knew the road well, and the Jag responded like the champion it was.
I was soon cruising at well over 130.  I was watching watching to road
carefull, but keeping na eye on her out of the side of my eye.  She kept
glancing at the speedometer, and I could tell that the speed was having a
definite effect on her.  We were at the lake and across the dam in no time.
Now, for the next step.  I went to a picnic area that I knew on the far
side of the dam and pulled in and parked.  I told her I had to go to the
bathroom, and suggested that she go as well while we were there.  I went in
a took a leak, which I needed desperately.  My dick was semi-hard when I
went in the bathroom, in anticipation of what was to come, and
surprisingly, I didn't soften any when I took a leak.

   She was outside when I came out.  She was standing next to a concrete
picnic table under a carport cover typr thing, facing the away from me
looking at the lake.  The moonlight had things pretty well lighted, and you
could see the dam and the road that came up to the picnic area clearly. 
Any cars coming to where we were could be seen when they were halfway
across the dam.

   I walked over behind her and put both my arms around her waist.  I stood
close to her, pressing my hard into her ass.  She looked back over her
right shoulder at me, and I moved my head into position and kissed her. 
She responded very warmly, and as the kiss continued, I moved my hands
higher, placing one on each of her breasts on the outsice of her clothes.
Still kissing, she let out a little sigh as I began to massage them.  I
took this as a positive, and moved my hands lower and under her shirt, them
back up into the position they were in before.  Now, only her bra stood
between my hands and her breasts.

   We broke the kiss very briefly, then began another one.  She pushed back
against me slightly, pushing my dick against her even tighter.  Again, a
positive sign.  I moved one hand down from her breasts to her waist.  I
started to go lower and feel her crotch through her jeans, but really
didn't want to waste the time.  Besides, I as already getting positive
signals from her.  I unfastened her belt and, with some difficulty,
unsnapped and unzipped her jeans I slipped my hand inside her panties, but
because her jeans were so tight fitting, I was only able to get a feel of a
little bit of her pussy hair.  I knew the jeans had to go down.  I started
working on them, but it was obvious to me that it would be a two handed
project.

   I started to move my other hand away from her bra to help me get her
jeans down, but at the moment I started to move it, she moved her own hands
down and pulled her jeans down as best she could, taking her panties with
them.  She got them down almost to her knees.  I moved my free hand to her
pussy, and slid a finger inside her.  She was amazingly wet, and let out a
sigh when I slid my finger inside her.

   I took my free hand away from her breast and used it to open my pants,
keeping my other hand busy on her pussy at the same time.  She was moaning
softly as I gently finger fucked her.  I moved my free hand to her upper
back and applied slight pressure, guiding her to bend at the waist and hold
onto the edge of the concrete picnic table.  She complied, and only then
did she speak.  She said "Do you have protection?  I'm not on the pill."

   Damn.  I didn't have any.  Still, I really wasn't worried about getting
her pregnant.  Hell, that would be her problem, not mine.  After all, she
didn't even know my last name.  All I really had to do was convince her
that everything would be okay, then I could slide my now aching dick into
her pussy.  "I don't have any protection," I told her, "but I will make
sure I pull out before I come inside you." "Okay," she replied, "just make
sure you do."

   She bent over the table and grabbed both sides of it, waiting for me to
mount her.  She didn't have to wait long.  I guided my dick to her waiting
pussy, and as soon as I found her entrance, I slid inside her up to my
balls on the first stroke.  I was already close to coming, but held back. I
stayed buried inside her for a moment, enjoying the feel and waiting for
the pressure to subside a little before I began fucking her.  Only then did
I pull almost completely out of her, then drove my dick home again.

   Her pussy was not tight, but it felt good anyway.  I was sure she had
been fucked several times by boys, and since she was doing her best to
match me stroke for stroke, she seemed to be at least a little bit
experienced.  The pressure in my balls was intense, and I knew I would blow
my load soon if I kept up this pace.  I bottomed my dick out in her again,
shoving every possible millimeter of it inside her.  I withdrew it, and
instead of shoving it back inside, I took it completely out of her, making
it look like it was done accidentally.  I guided the head back to her
opening, and sank back inside her up to the hilt.  I continued to fuck her,
although harder and faster now.  Her breathing was getting short and raspy,
and I knew she was on the verge of coming.  I put both my hands on her
waist and used the leverage to fuck her even harder.  I could feel
convulsions begin in her pussy, and knew she was coming.  The pressure in
my balls was too intense to hold back any longer, and I bottomed my dick in
her hole and shot an amazingly long stream of sperm directly into her
cervix.  I paused for a moment, then started fucking her again.  Each time
my balls bounced against her, another string of sperm shot into her, a
little less with each stroke, but the feeling was not letting up at all.  I
pumped into her until my balls were empty, and when I stopped pumping, one
last little bit of sperm shot into her.  I wanted to hold my position, but
my legs were giving out.  I never had been really good at fucking in the
standing position, but that never caused me to turn down the opportunity to
do it.  I slipped my rapidly softening dick out of her and stepped back
enough that she could stand up.  I had really creamed her pussy.  I had
certainly given her more than enough sperm to knock her up.  Needless to
say, she was pissed.  "You bastard!" she said, "You came in me!  You said
you'd pull out!" "Not exactly.", I replied, "What I said was that I would
pull out before I came inside you, and, if you remember, I did just that. I
pulled completely out of you before I came inside you.  I did exactly what
I said I was going to do."

   That really pissed her off, as if she wasn't pissed enough already.  She
pulled up her panties and jeans and said "Take me home.  Now." "Not a
problem," I replied, "....not a problem at all." She didn't speak to me all
the way to town.  She had me drop her off a few blocks from where she
lived, so I never did know where her house was.  Hell, I didn't know her
full name.  She looked back at me as she got out of the car and said simply
"Bastard." She slammed the car door and took off into the darkness.

   Chapter 2

   I went back to the hotel and went to sleep.  I was exhausted from
fucking Shawna, and from the drive.  I slept until almost nine the next
morning.  The reuinion was that night.  I got up and got dressed, again
dressing to perfection.  I was determined I was not going to look anything
less than rich and successful while I was in town.  I fire up the Jag and
noticed that I needed to get gas.  I drove to a gas station a couple of
blocks from the hotel and filled it up at the self service pump.  I walked
into the station to pay, and instantly recognized the woman working behind
the counter.  Even though she was older and fluffier than when I knew her,
there was no mistaking who it was.  Her name was Susan Hindman.  Back when
we were in high school together, her dad had owned several gas stations in
three counties.  She was a semi-society type back then, and probably would
have been a real socialite if it hadn't been for a couple of things. 
First, she was not really interested in cliques and the like, and spent her
time studying.  She had never gotten involved in any school clubs or
anything, except, of course, for the honor society.  She pretty much stayed
to herself in high school.

   My connection with her was interesting.  You see, we went to on a day
trip to a State Park about a two hour drive away for our Senior Trip. 
Since we were graduating Seniors, we got to take the "good" schoolbus, one
that was more like a single deck greyhound bus, with high back greyhound
type seats in it.  It was about a 50 passenger or so bus, and since there
were only 16 Seniors, most of the bus was empty.  I sat in the very last
seat on the bus on the side opposite the driver.  Anyway, the point of all
this is that on the way home that night, I fucked Susan.  Yep....fucked her
right there on the bus, shot a huge load of come inside her, and nobody
noticed.  How that came about, of course, is a story all it's own, one that
I will probably write one day.

   As I paid her for the gas, she looked at me quizically, but she
obviously had no idea who I was.  I knew I had changed, but I didn't
realize that I had changed all that much.  She had changed, of course, but
not enough to make me not recognize her.  I was trying to decide whether I
should tell her who I was or not, and had decided not to.  Sure, I could
probably fuck her again if I did, but that was not the point of my trip.  I
was after the unapproachable girls from my school days, not one that I had
already had.  Still, I figured she would be at the reunion tonight, and she
would know who I was then.  If all else failed, I could pick her up at the
reunion and try to fuck her afterwards.  I noticed she wasn't wearing a
wedding ring.  She counted out my change, and I turned to leave.

   "Spangles?" she said, as I neared the door.  I turned around.  "Yes?" I
said, "I was wondering if you were going to recognize me or not." "It took
me a little while," she replied, "You've changed a lot." "For better or
worse?" I asked.  "For better." she responded.  "I thought you would be
long gone from here." I told her, "I thought you would have gone on to
college, then got a job in the city.  Didn't you have a scholarship?"
"Yeah, I did," she said, "but I gave it up.  I got pregnant about
graduation time, and ended up a single working mother." I was doing math in
my head at this point, and from the look she was giving me, I figured I
already knew the answer.  It was probable, even likely, that I had gotten
her pregnant when I fucked her on the bus.  She didn't push it, nor did I.
"Let me show you a picture of my daughter." she said, reaching for her
purse.  I walked back towrd the counter.

   "She's quite a handful," she continued, "much wilder than I was at her
age.  I was up most of the night last night waiting for her to get home. 
She got home last night over an hour after her curfew, and she smelled of
alcohol." She flipped open her wallet and pointed to a school picture. 
"This is her," she said, "her name is Shawna." Yep...her name was Shawna
alright.  The very same Shawna that I had fucked the night before.  The
very same Shawna that I had probably gotten pregnant the night before.  I
was in a state of shock, and did my best not to show it.  "She's pretty," I
told her, "Very pretty, I bet you can't keep the guys away from her."
(Little did she know...).  I felt a desparate need to change the subject.
"Are you going to the reunion tonight?" "Can't." she replied, "I have to
work."

   I made my good byes and got the hell out of there.  This was just too
heavy for me.  On the other hand, for some odd reason it had sure made my
dick hard.  I had no real proof that what I was thinking was actually what
had happened, but it was certainly plausible and possible.  Hell, it might
have been someone else who knocked Susan up, and not me.  I couldn't know
for certain, and she might not know for certain either.  In any case, I
wasn't going to ask too many questions about it.  I went to get something
to eat.  I had a long day ahead of me, and hopefully a long night to follow
it.