Jenna's Story - Fond memories of cocks and cum.

Jenna craned her neck to look out the window.

“That used to be a drug store,” she said.  “And over there was the gas station—hey, they turned it into a burger joint, how odd.”

It was a strange sort of nostalgia, coming home.  She had left Marion, Ohio at the know-it-all age of nineteen, heading for the golden shores of the Pacific Ocean and the Siren song of sunny California.

Jenna had not found stardom, fame, or riches in L.A., but she had discovered a great guy.  A house, two kids, and seven goldfish later, Jenna was returning to her hometown.  Not to stay, of course, because who the hell would leave L.A. for Marion, Ohio?  Not her!

They were actually driving to upper New York State for a friend’s wedding, stopping at places of interest and basking in touristy Americana.  Jason had agreed to a stopover in Marion so that Jenna could look up some old friends.

Her family had all scattered, leaving Marion after the death of Jenna’s mother, but many of her old friends remained.

The Drop On Inn was still in the same place, perched next to the river in the center of town.  The sight of it took Jenna back to her prom night—something she hadn’t thought of in years. And someone.  Brian Jackson.  Jenna had gone to the prom with nerdy Sam Polanski, in order to avoid being groped all night, and to silence any rumors her parents might have heard about her hanging out with the wrong sort of guy.  Brian had had a fight with his girlfriend that night and told Jenna all about it over the punch bowl.  She had offered to ease his broken heart.  Sam Polanski had dropped Jenna at home with the obligatory goodnight kiss.  Five minutes later, Brian had pulled up in his Ford and taken her to the Drop On Inn for an unforgettable night of wild sex.

Jenna wondered if Brian still lived in town.  Probably not.  He had been such a jock that he’d most likely gone to State on a scholarship.  She sighed, but thought it was probably for the best.

She and her husband found a couple of rooms at the Inn.  Jason was wiped out from driving and the kids were ready to hit the pool.  Jason offered to kick back at poolside and watch the kids while she drove around town wandering down memory lane.

Jenna left the Inn and decided to drive by the high school, since it was close by.  The old red brick building looked the same as it had back then, except for the bright new chain link fence that surrounded it, replacing the short rusty one she remembered.  She expected it to be deserted, since it was early August, but to her surprise the parking lot had a large number of cars.

Jenna parked and walked in the front doors.  Three teens lounged in the hall, giggling.  They glanced at her for a moment and then dismissed her as unworthy of their attention.  Some sort of event was going on in the gym, but Jenna bypassed it and took the stairs that led to the basement.

She used to hate having class in the basement.  It was always dark and cold in the winter.  She hated the basement until Alan Hendricks came along.  Jenna sighed and slipped back into that titillating memory…

She stayed late to class that day, needing to talk to the teacher about an algorithm, because math wasn’t her strongest subject and studying it while stuck in the basement was just shy of torture.  When she exited the room, Alan Hendricks was slouched against the wall by the stairs.  She was shocked when he spoke to her.  Alan was one of the chronic bad boys.  Long hair, skull and crossbones tattoo, cigarettes, the works.  He was also stunningly gorgeous.  His hair was that golden color that seemed to have highlights of silver, brown, and red.  His bedroom eyes were brown, glinting over a chiseled nose and cheekbones.  And those lips…  God.  Alan seldom came to school and when he did, it was with that fuck-you attitude that teachers hated.

“Jenna, I want to show you something,” he smirked.  He had an unlit cigarette in his mouth.  Jenna was surprised he even knew her name.  She was both frightened and excited to have caught his attention.  He wore a silver earring in his left ear that looked like a tiny dagger.

Alan put his arm around her shoulders.  He smelled of Irish Spring, cigarettes, and masculinity.  He opened a door marked No Admittance and took her into a room jammed with boxes and crisscrossed with pipes.  The remains of a huge sun from one of the school plays stood in forgotten yellow splendor in one corner.

Alan spun her around and pressed a hard, hungry kiss to her lips.  She remembered wondering crazily where the cigarette had gone.  Alan’s kisses were the most incredible things she had ever experienced.  Followed quickly by Alan’s hands on her breasts.  He removed her clothing and she knew exactly what he was doing, but she was too curious and elated to stop him.  Alan Hendricks could have any girl in school and he chose Jenna.  It was astounding.

Jenna pushed open the door.  It was still marked No Admittance and looked much the same.  Fewer boxes stood in residence, likely because it was summer.  The sunburst prop was gone, replaced with a large painted trellis interlaced with ivy.

Jenna smiled and looked around ruefully.  Not the most romantic place to lose one’s virginity, but she was glad she had done it with someone as hot as Alan Hendricks.  And someone as wicked.  Even then, she had no illusions about him.  He wasn’t the type of guy to ever want a relationship—he was more of a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am guy.

Jenna barely spoke a dozen words to Alan after that day.  They had merely shared knowing glances in the halls until the day Alan quit school to join the military.

She left the basement and her recollections behind as she walked through the halls again.  She paused by the Biology Lab and peered through the door window.  It was locked, but she remembered an after hours experiment with Bobby… what was his last name?  The teacher had disappeared for an hour and Jenna had taught Bobby a thing or two about Biology.  She grinned at the memory.

Jenna turned to leave and ran into an ancient teacher on the way out.  Mrs. Griffin had been old when she taught American History, and now she was practically fossilized.  Jenna made some loud small talk and escaped.

Back in the car, she turned right at the stoplight and headed straight for the old drive-in.  It was on the outskirts of town, perched on a hilltop overlooking Marion.

Jenna pulled the car up to the locked gate and got out.  She slipped through the gap in the chain-link fence, glad she was still slim enough to get into places most teenagers would have trouble with—the result of her California diet and exercise regimen.  The drive-in seemed to have been abandoned for years.

Jenna walked through the weeds and remembered when she had “gone steady” with Neil Green.  He had taught her all about oral sex at the drive-in.  They had gone to the movies at least six times during their two week relationship, and Jenna had missed most of the pictures.

Neil had been quite instructive.  She remembered sucking his hard penis while he chuckled at some comedy line on the screen.  She had nipped at his balls and told him to pay attention.  Neil always orgasmed like a missile going off.  She remembered the long, hard seats of his mom’s Oldsmobile, and sprawling nearly-nude while Neil’s tongue teased her clit.  His mom, a church-crazed fanatic, would have probably dropped stone dead if she knew what her baby boy had done in that car.  Strangely, Neil had planned to stay a virgin until marriage, but he had decided that oral sex was different.  It didn’t count, or something.  Jenna bet by the time he married, Neil was a fucking wizard with that tongue of his.  He had also planned to get blown by every girl in town, which was why he cycled through girlfriends at the speed of sound.

Jenna sighed in remembrance and moved on to the next recollection.

She had fucked Dean Carter in the back of his truck right over in that spot, on a dare issued by her best friend.  She’d said Jenna would be too chicken to do it out in the open like that.  They had been under a blanket, but some adult had caught them as he wandered past on his way to the concessions.  Dean had watched the approach of the security guard over the edge of the truck bed, laughing excitedly as his cock hammered into Jenna.

She giggled at the memory.  Dean had shot his wad in the nick of time and zipped his jeans the instant before the flashlight had illuminated them.  Jenna’s shirt had been short, and easily yanked down with a quick tug.  They had been the picture of innocence.

Jenna walked back to her car and drove out of town a bit farther to a wooded park that had been the local lovers’ lane back in Jenna’s day.  She was shocked at how much taller the trees had become, and how much thicker the brush.  A couple of minivans sat in the parking lot, reminding Jenna of her first visit.  God, sex in vans was so cliché, but Jenna had done it.  Harry Hendricks—who was Alan’s cousin, amusingly enough, though they were polar opposites in every way and hated each other, to boot—had driven the delivery van from his father’s business.  Harry had offered Jenna a ride home one day after spotting her walking next to the road.  Jenna had been in a fine rage, having had a huge fight with her boyfriend of the moment, and had been in the mood for some revenge.

Harry had been talkative, sweet, studious, and responsible, but his reserve had toppled like a house of cards as soon as Jenna had climbed into his lap and started kissing him while he drove.  He had nearly driven off the road, especially when Jenna had reached down into his pants and started fondling him.  She had convinced him to drive to lovers’ lane, even though it wasn’t even dusk—he had a windowless van, right?  Harry did not compare to his cousin, Alan, which had been a shame.  Jenna had sucked him long enough to get him hard and then allowed him to fuck her, but he was so inexperienced and nervous that he had barely lasted five minutes.  She discovered later that the responsible ones tended to be clingy.  Harry had thought he was “in love” with Jenna after that and she’d had the devil’s time getting rid of him.  Only by admitting she’d had amazing sex with his cousin, Alan, plus the fact that Alan was better in the sack, had clued him in.  She remembered Harry had stuck with goody two-shoes girls after that and married Mary Ellen Hartstein just out of high school.  They probably had seven kids by now and Harry likely had taken over his father’s business.

Jenna had been to lovers’ lane several times after that, of course.  Damn, she had gotten around.  She had been labeled a tramp in high school, which had not bothered her in the least.  Jenna enjoyed sex and really enjoyed the powerful ability to flash a little skin and snatch the boys away from the stuck-up little bitches that always thought they were better than her.  Jenna always knew she would leave and kick the dust of Marion off her heels forever.

On the way back to town, she was amazed at the growth of the place.  There was a Walmart, of course, and a new strip mall with fast food places, auto part stores, and tanning salons.  She wondered where all the people had come from and what they did for jobs.  Housing complexes filled areas that had been horse pastures and farmland.  It was almost sad to see progress overriding her memories.

Jenna drove to the parking lot of a local seafood restaurant and gripped the steering wheel, assaulted by nostalgia.  When Jenna had lived here, it had been a pizza joint—the site of her first job.  God, she had hated working there at the time.  Looking back, it had not been so bad.  She remembered giving free sodas to the cute guys that came in, avoiding pinches as she waited tables, and laughing with her friends when the place was busy on a Saturday night.  There had been so many after-hours activities in the back room, too; pressed up against the metal racks of tomato sauce and flour; mostly with her boys-of-the-moment, but also with her boss.

Milton Barnstead had not been bad looking, for an old guy.  He had to be in his sixties, but he took pride in his local pizza parlor and worked like a dog to keep it running.  He did most of the manual labor himself and had a great physique from lifting the giant cans of tomato sauce and kneading the dough with those big hands of his.  His wife was a bitter shrew of a woman that seemed to resent the place that took all of Milton’s time away from her.  Jenna felt sorry for Milton whenever she came around.

Jenna had gotten the job the summer of her seventeenth year, and she had turned eighteen a few weeks into the stint.  Milton had been ecstatic at her graduation from jailbait status and had quickly begun to make random sexual references until Jenna figured out what he wanted.  He was mature enough to know what he was doing and Jenna was happy to let him teach her a few tricks until she had sweaty, gasping orgasms on the same table where the pizzas were made.  That always made Jenna laugh.  Milton rewarded her after hours blow jobs and sexual favors with pay increases and eventual promotion to Assistant Manager.

And then his wife had caught them in a compromising position and Milton had been forced to fire Jenna or get a divorce.  The bitch was one of the worst gossips in town, too.  That had been the straw that had sent Jenna flying to California.

Jenna sighed and decided to drive back to the hotel.  There wasn’t really anyone in town she wanted to see.  Even the girls that had called her friend had secretly hated her.  And the guys knew too much about her.  She didn’t want Jason learning about her Marion history—she told him she’d been pretty wild, but he didn’t know she had screwed just about every guy in town.  She was also pretty turned on from her trip down memory lane.

Back at the hotel, Jenna put on her suit and joined Jason at the pool.  The kids were starting to get tired.  She looked at her handsome husband with his California tan and smiled.

“I think the kids need to play some video games while we have a little fun in our room,” she commented.

Jason grinned at her.  “Great idea.”

The kids were quickly dried off and bundled back to their room, where they parked in front of the TV’s game console with a pile of snacks and drinks.  Jenna and Jason hurried to their adjoining room and locked the door.

Sex for the second and last time at the Drop On Inn was so much better than the first time…  Who needed nostalgia?