In Those Days We Looked For A College Boy And Didn't Let Go

I am not one of those women that falls in bed quickly. In fact, I'm one of those women who is overly choosy. But I was nineteen once and I had an old model VW. I was on the highway between point A and B and the car gave out on me. Just quit running and I managed to coast off the highway onto the median. I suppose that with an old VW we all look taller, but I'm five six and as a nineteen year old I was a bit stocky. I pretended to know, but I didn't. I opened the deck lid but it was all Greek to me. It was hot too and the cars and trucks going by at seventy miles an hour. No one stopped.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, this car stopped and a guy got out. A college kid, I could tell. At the time I was working as a waitress. Every waitress' dream was a college kid. Short hair, big guy, he wandered over and said 'Miss what's the problem?'.

He confessed he wasn't a mechanic, but he did the basics of checking for fuel and battery. He said that the best was for him to drive me into the next big town and send a mechanic out, and a tow truck. I was in his hands, big hands by the way and you know what they say about a man with big hands. Don't get me wrong, it was my being nineteen. I sat beside him in his car, a not too old Cutlass and we drove till we got to a big enough town, about twenty miles, and stopped at a full service station. He gave the attendant his explanation, and the attendant was quick and said something about the fuel pump. Not fixable out there, so they sent out a tow truck. In the meantime we went to lunch.

He was an engineering student, a sophomore, at the big state university. A college kid, from the big city. He had two sisters and a younger brother and said that last thing he wanted was for one of his sisters to be stranded on the highway. We waited until we saw the tow truck show up, about an hour later. We paid, I mean he paid, and we walked across to the service station. This is a foreign job the attendant said and that meant that parts weren't available. He tested the fuel line and agreed with his first conclusion, the fuel pump wasn't working. He cleaned out the filter and tried again, but it wasn't working. The best thing he could do was have one delivered the next day. Not only the cost of that, but an overnight as well and not being able to get to work. I went into puppy dog mode and looked up at my knight in shining armor.

In those days it was cash only, no credit cards. I had less than twenty dollars and he had a another twenty, and there was dinner to think of. He called home to have his mother send him some money via Western Union. In the meantime I had to pay him, show him some love. I bathed myself as best I could after we got into the motel room. Came out ready to pay the bills. I was forward and told him he could have everything. Whatever he wanted. He asked me if I was willing to do anal. I said no, but I wasn't in a position to refuse either. I got an anal fucking. Boy it hurt like the devil. No lubricant, just his hard dick tearing into me. That's where I learned about the saying 'tearing me a new asshole'.

I got the round the world treatment, down my throat, up my ass, and of course a liter of cum in my pussy. He was what one thinks of of a twenty year old man with free pussy. He fucked until there was no fuck left in him. I was past being embarrassed, I was sucking his dick and letting him finger me. It was a long hot night in that motel room. The next day the fuel pump arrived and he paid for it. I paid the night before, I reminded him. He said that I was a whore then. Well maybe, but how else was I going to pay him? That's exactly why he didn't want his sisters on the highway.

To make a long story short, he made me sell the VW. He made me dress up to meet his mother, and tell her I was going to college, but wasn't enrolled yet. These were college people. I wore a nice conservative wedding dress that covered my expecting belly. His sisters were both bridesmaids. I did go to college several years later, but not until after I had a family started. We never did have a repeat of that night in the motel room. Little did I know that I had my honeymoon before I married him. I did get my college boy and that's all that mattered.