Beautiful?

Author's Note: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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"That your real hair color?" she heard from behind her.

Turning, she saw a young man so handsome he took her breath away. She stood, gawking at the handsome young man until he repeated his question. Her hand went to her knee length carrot orange hair.

"Can't look at all my freckles and tell?" she asked.

"It's beautiful," he smiled. "Line's moving."

Turning, she took the three steps closer to the plywood shack. She felt a light tug on her hair and turned to once more gape at the smiling young man. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses but his smile seemed genuine.

"Hi. I'm Garret," he said. "Line's moving again. You really should pay more attention."

"Well I would, but some butt head keeps distracting me," she giggled, turning and taking one step forward.

Again, she felt a tug at her hair. She turned and put her small fists on her bony hips. She glared up at the handsome young man.

"What!" she demanded, attempting an aggrieved tone?

"My name's Garrett. What's yours?" he asked.

"Why?" she asked.

"So I don't have to run around calling you 'Hey You, with the beautiful hair' all the time," he said.

"Sammi," she said.

"Sammy? Oh no, no, no; you? You're too beautiful to be a Sammy. It's your turn. You really need to pay attention," he said.

"Then quit bothering me," Sammi said, a little more forcefully than she intended, whirling around and stepping up to the counter. "Hi! Um, a, um, a blue raspberry, um, medium."

"Blue, what's that taste like?" he asked.

"Go away, I'm not talking to you," she said, digging the money out of her purse.

"I want to try it," he declared.

"I'm not talking to you," she stated and accepted the Styrofoam cup.

"Aw, but Sammy!" he wheedled. "Hi Kirsten; give me a black cherry, medium. Add some condensed milk."

"What's the milk do?" she asked, stuffing a spoonful of the sweet shaved ice treat into her mouth.

"Huh? You talking to me?" Garrett smiled at Sammi. "Takes that sweetness, kicks it up a notch."

"Huh," she said, then wandered across the gravel yard to a vacant bench.

"Let you taste mine if you let me taste yours," Garrett offered, sitting on the bench next to her.

"I'm not talking to you," she giggled.

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. Being five feet tall and weighing ninety three pounds, cursed with long stringy red hair, a multitude of freckles and a buck toothed smile on a skinny face, Sammi was not used to model-handsome curly blond headed gods talking to her. Her chest was a 24AA, her waist was a 23 and her hips and boney buttocks were a 25 with hardly any swell to her backside. Her arms and legs were spindly freckled toothpicks and her feet were a size 10; far too large for her body.

"So, is Sammy short for Samantha?" Garrett asked, holding out a spoonful of his snow cone. "Ah!"

"Ah," Sammi said, accepting the offered spoonful.

He'd managed to scoop some of the condensed milk with the dark purple shaved ice. Sammi's deep brown eyes opened wide as the flavors melded in her mouth. She looked up at him, brown eyes wide.

"That, that's, wow!" she agreed.

"Now, let me see what a blue raspberry tastes like," he asked and she scooped up a sizeable spoonful of her snow cone.

"MM, meh," he shrugged.

"Trade you," Sammi offered.

"Uh. No. But I'll let you have another spoon," he said.

"Okay," she agreed as he dug up another spoonful of the snow cone.

"If. I can have your phone number," he bartered.

"What?" she asked, not sure she'd heard right.

"Oh. Let me guess. You, you already got a boyfriend," Garrett said, holding out the spoon.

"Huh?" Sami asked, accepting the mouthful.

"Lucky bastard. Tell him I hate him," Garrett said, taking another bite of his snow cone.

"Huh? Who? You hate who?" Sammi asked.

"Your boyfriend. I hate, oh! Oh, wait. Um, girlfriend?" Garrett said, sucking some of the cold syrup through his short straw.

"You serious? God no! Ew! I mean, not, not that there's anything wrong with, but no, no girlfriend. No boyfriend either," Sammi said quickly.

"SO. I can have your phone number?" Garrett asked.

"You, you really want, why?" Sammi asked, stuffing some more of her blue raspberry snow cone into her mouth. "Next time? Next time I'm getting that; the black cherry one."

"Yeah, I really want your phone number. You like Mexican? They just opened that Rio Del Sol next to the bank," Garrett said.

"Right, right across from the movie place?" Sammi guessed.

"Yeah," Garrett agreed.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, as long as it's not too hot," Sammi agreed, her heart hammering hard in her chest.

She gave Garrett her phone number. He rapidly typed something into his phone and a moment later her purse let out a chime and a 'brrrp!' alerting her that she'd received a text message.

"So, Samantha..." Garrett said.

"Sammi. My dad's name was Samuel and my mom's name is Mia and she just kind of jammed them together," Sammi explained. "My uncle? He's my mom's brother; he calls me 'Sammamia,' he's so stupid sometimes."

"Sam ma Mia!" Garrett smiled. "Nah. But so, what's your middle name? Maybe I'll call you..."

"Ester; it was my Mom's mom's name," Sammi said, scraping the last of her snow cone from the bottom of the cup. "Yeah, next time, I'm getting that."

"Don't forget the milk," Garrett said. "Got to have the milk."

He gave her another bite of his snow cone, then stood up. She stood up too and tottered on unsteady legs to the apartment complex three blocks south of the snow cone stand.

She was stunned. Delighted, but stunned when her phone rang a few hours later. She'd already saved his phone number and assigned the phone number a silly, romantic ringtone; 'Dream A Little Dream of Me' by Cass Elliot.

"So, if I pick you up at hmm, six thirty, you going be ready for some Mexican food?" his voice caressed her ear.

"Yeah!" she enthused, already trying to decide what to wear for her very first ever date.

She wasn't a virgin. In high school, she'd attempted to boost her popularity by fucking a few of the the popular boys in her class. That failed spectacularly. All it did was earn her the nickname of Sammi the Slut. And, none of these boys were willing to be seen in public with her. They didn't want to take her to Rio Del Sol Mexican Restaurant or for a snow cone. They just wanted to fuck, then to get rid of her.

Mia complained that she'd worked hard, slaving over the stove to prepare dinner. Sammi tuned the woman out; her mother found much to complain about. If she wasn't complaining, she was silent. And Mia was not prone to silence.

She was in her room, cursing her limited wardrobe, her limited choices in cosmetics, her lack of nice, fashionable shoes; why had she been cursed with size 10 feet? She heard the knock at the door and squealed; she was still in just bra and panties. She had no breasts, but her nipples were extremely sensitive and were readily apparent should she become excited. Sammi was sure Garrett would make her excited.

She could hear his rich baritone voice through the thin door of her bedroom. She couldn't make out the words, but she could hear him. She quickly stuffed a panty liner in the crotch of her panties; just the sound of his voice was enough to tighten her belly. She could feel her rust red areolae crinkle, her nipples grow hard. She could feel her pussy tingle as his voice floated through the space.

"He works at Wooten Fabrication," Mia said when Sammi joined them in the living room.

"HI Hey You with the beautiful hair," Garrett teased, getting to his feet.

"He does? You do? That, that's where my dad worked," Sammi said.

"That's what your mother was telling me. Sorry, but I didn't know him; think mm, two thousand ten? That was a couple of years before I started there," Garrett agreed.

The food was palatable. The movie theater was showing the latest action-adventure movie, a comedy that was dying in the box office; it had cost one hundred and twelve million dollars to make and so far had not grossed forty million dollars, a children's' animated movie and a biopic of someone neither Garrett or Sammi had ever heard of. So, they went to Garrett's small, modest home.

"Don't know if you drink, but..." Garrett said, ushering her into the kitchen.

"Not really. I mean, I, I'm only eighteen," she said, then gasped when he pulled her to him for a deep kiss.

"Mm," she purred, losing herself in the kiss.

"Mmng!" she groaned as his fingers found her rock hard nipples through blouse and bra.

"Oh, oh Garrett," she moaned, very close to orgasm as his fingers teased her nipples.

He made them a drink apiece, using Virgin Island Black Cherry Rum, some Mark's Black Cherry Liqueur, a generous helping of frozen black cherries and some ice cubes. After thoroughly chopping the frozen fruit, ice cubes and alcohol in the blender, he topped each glass with a generous swirl of condensed milk.

Somehow, it did not surprise her that his bed was neatly made. It did not surprise her that it took only a few kisses and one somewhat potent drink to get her out of her clothes, lying back on his neatly made bed.

His cock was five and a half inches long; not the longest cock she'd ever seen. But the girth was tremendous; she could not get her small hand fully around the fat member.

He kissed her for several moments, calloused hands roaming over her thin body. Relinquishing her lips, his mouth travelled down to her hard nipples. She grunted, then moaned out loud as his teeth brought her to climax. He kissed back and forth, from hard, throbbing nipple to hard, throbbing nipple.

"Oh God!" she cried out as he again brought her to orgasm just by playing with her nipples.

"Spiritual, ain't it?" he teased, kissing her gasping mouth before she could retort.

His teeth gently nipping at her concave belly caused her to gasp and giggle; she was ticklish. He made her shriek when he threatened to tickle her bony ribcage. Instead of tickling her, he again kissed her gasping mouth.

"Mmng! I, oh, oh God!" she squealed when his mouth covered her patch of carrot orange curls.

She'd heard horrible jokes, whispered comments of female genitalia smelling like fish, tasting like fish. If Garrett did not like the smell or taste of her pussy, he was doing an excellent job of covering up his distaste. He licked and sucked at her wet folds, tongue searching for her clitoris.

"Mmng!" she grunted when he slid a thick finger into her.

"Oh! Oh yes, I oh! Oh yes, oh God!" she squealed in climax.

"Here," Garrett ordered, flopping onto his back when she ceased her shaking and shuddering.

Gripping his thick member in her small hand, Sammi bent her head and licked all around the flared mushroom shaped head of his cock. She then opened her mouth wide and swallowed half of his thick length into her mouth. Her small hand pumped his shaft as she sucked his cock.

"Erk!" she grunted as he grabbed her thin legs and swung her to straddle his chest.

"Mmng!" she groaned as his mouth again found her pussy.

His hands spread her buttocks. She squealed in surprise when she felt his tongue lapping against her tight little pucker. She redoubled her efforts on his cock, stroking him furiously as her tongue waggled all around the flared head of his cock. She could taste his excitement drooling out as she worked to satisfy him.

"Erk! I oh, Garrett!" she cried out as his thick finger pushed into her spittle wet anus.

He continued to lick her wet folds, finger thrusting in and out of her struggling, squirming anus. She cried out in climax when he thrust a second finger into her resisting hole while sucking forcefully on her clitoris. A moment later, her mouth filled with his sperm. Even as she shook in climax, she managed to swallow his hot load.

He made them another drink apiece and they lolled on his bed. She put her drink down when he started kissing her neck and shoulder, working his way toward her sensitive nipple.

He put his own glass on the other bedside table, then pulled her to straddle his hips.

"Oh, oh this... God! I," she babbled as his thick erection speared her pussy, pushing up into her.

He was not the longest cock, but with that impressive girth, he did not need to be long to pleasure her. She leaned forward when she had all of him inside of her. He strained up and their lips came together. After sucking a few kisses from his sweet lips, Sammi sat up and began vigorously bouncing on his cock. He stuck his finger into his mouth and reached around her skinny hip.

"Erk! Leave, leave my butt alone," she stated, making no move to dislodge his finger from her winking anus.

"Going, augh, going to fuck that beautiful butt," he promised, thrusting up to meet her on the down stroke.

"Augh!" she shuddered, coming closer and closer to her climax.

"Take this big old cock," he whispered. "Take this cock, shove it up that sweet little ass of yours."

He fingered her anus, working the second finger into her as he continued to whisper vulgarities. Suddenly, she tensed then barked out in a strong orgasm. A second orgasm rippled through her as he pumped a torrent of semen into her.

During some pillow talk, Garrett told her of his time in the US Marines; that's where he'd learned welding. Upon mustering out, he'd gone to the local Vo-Tech and obtained his certification in welding. From there, he'd been hired on at Wooten.

"Twelve years now," he said proudly.

"Twelve? TWELVE years? Garrett, how old are you?" she thought to ask, pausing in fondling his resurging erection.

"Me? Thirty five. Why?" Garrett smiled.

"You, you're the same age as my momma?" Sammi asked, mouth open in shock. "Garrett, you, you're twice as old as me!"

"Uh huh," Garrett said.

"Quit, I'm being serious," Sammi said as Garrett attempted to push her onto her back for more sexual hijinks.

"What? Why, why's my age all of a sudden some kind of problem?" Garrett asked, rolling off of her and grabbing his drink.

"I mean, I, God! I thought you were like twenty two, maybe twenty three," Sammi said, now looking for her blouse. "Is it in, how'd it get under there?"

"So, I guess it would be pointless to ask if I can see you again," Garrett said as he drove her home.

"Seriously, Garrett? Don't you think you'd be better off with someone your own age?" she asked, almost nastily as she got out of his car.

A few nights after her date with Garrett, Sammi was surprised when she received a phone call from Zeke Carney. Ezekiel Carney had been in her graduation class in high school, even though he'd been a year younger. He'd been the valedictorian of the class and was rumored to have a scholarship for Stevens University, a very prestigious college in New Mexico. He'd also been offered full scholarship to Holmes & Chandler University in Maine. He had not been one of the popular kids in their class; therefore Sammi had paid him no mind.

"Hey uh, hi, uh, Sammi? Hi, this uh, this is Zeke, Ezekiel Carney?" Zeke stammered.

"You sure? You don't sound like you know who this is," Sammi sneered.

"I uh, hey, uh listen, I, I'm home for uh, spring break and uh, I saw they opened a uh, a Nasty Pig barbeque restaurant," Zeke managed to stammer out.

"Over on Gamball Court," Sammi affirmed.

"So, uh, and it's my birthday; I'm eighteen," Zeke pressed on. "You uh, you wouldn't want to go with me, huh?"

"You're right, I wouldn't," Sammi said, ending their call.

"So? Who was that? Not that Garrett guy? I cannot believe how old; what's he, what's a grown man doing chasing after a child," Mia demanded.

No, it was just Zeke the Geek," Sammi sneered. "Wanted to go to that new barbeque place over on..."

"Long line of guys asking you out, take you to dinner?" Mia reminded Sammi.

Sammi mused that for a moment. Then nodding to her mother, she grabbed her cell phone and called Zeke.

"Yeah?" Zeke snapped bitterly.

"I am sorry. I, honestly? I can be such a stupid bitch sometimes," Sammi apologized. "Oh, and happy birthday. Yeah, I'd love to go to that pig place."

"This, this ain't some kind of joke, is it? Like when that bitch Dianne Higgens said..." Zeke snapped.

"Ew! Her? God!" Sammi said. "No, no, this, this isn't a joke."

He still drove the old Toyota Corolla he'd driven when they were in school. He came to the door, introduced himself to Sammi's mother and chatted politely while Sammi tried to find a suitable outfit for a barbeque restaurant.

He'd grown at least three inches since graduation. He'd also put on about thirty or forty pounds; he was no longer the scrawny geek he'd been when they were in school together. He still had the same drab brown hair cut in the horrible bowl style, but Sammi noticed he had deep brown eyes and a wonderfully shy smile.

The place smelled amazing. The blonde waitress was somewhat on the heavy side; her outfit of snug white tee shirt, bikini brief panties and knee high white socks made Sammi feel self-conscious about her toothpick appearance.

"Sorry," Zeke apologized as the waitress walked away to get their drink orders. "I uh, I know you uh, you probably wanted someplace a little nicer but..."

"What? Smell this place," Sammi assured him. "This is perfect for a first date."

"A first..." Zeke let that thought sink in.

She loved the beef brisket sandwich and fell in love with fried pickles. Zeke liked the pulled pork sandwich and they both raved about the beans.

After their dinner, Sammi made Zeke bring her to the snow cone stand. Joining the small line, the two argued about what was the best flavor. She shut him up with their first kiss. A smiling older couple quietly informed them that the line was moving. Zeke blushed hotly and Sammi laughed happily as they stepped up in the queue.

"Spearmint," he whispered as they waited for the girl in front of them to finally decide on her flavor.

"Black cherry but you got to add the condensed milk," Sammi whispered in reply.

"See? See? If you have to add anything," Zeke crowed.

"I'm going to punch you if you don't shut up," Sammi threatened.

"Wouldn't dare," he laughed and grunted when she did slug him on his arm.

"Dare me again?" she asked, smirking at him.

He bought the snow cones, remembering to have the girl add the condensed milk to the black cherry snow cone.

"Now, before you totally and completely corrupt your taste buds with that yucky spearmint stuff, here. Try this," Sammi ordered, scooping up some of her snow cone.

"Mm," he shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that's pretty good. Want to try..."

"What? And completely ruin mine?" she said, even as she leaned forward for a taste of his snow cone.

After they ate their treats, he wondered aloud what else they could do. She directed him to the high school's baseball field and told him to park behind the wall.

He was not the longest nor was he the thickest cock she'd ever seen. But Zeke was packing six and a half inches of a substantial cock. The fact that he was uncircumcised was a bonus for Sammi.

"Erk!" Zeke grunted as Sammi's mouth descended on his cock. Her fist pumped him as her tongue waggled around his throbbing cockhead. She skinned his foreskin down and bathed his shiny cockhead with her tongue.

"Erk, I oh, oh God!" Zeke cried out and spewed a torrent of sperm into Sammi's sucking mouth.

He apologized profusely. Sammi shut him up with another kiss. Then she reminded him, she'd been the one sucking his cock, stroking his cock.

Zeke, if I didn't want you coming in my mouth, I wouldn't have had my mouth on your cock," she reminded him and kissed him again.

Zeke never stopped to think, she'd just had her mouth on his cock. He never stopped to think, she'd just had a mouthful of my semen. He just kissed her, giving her as much of his heart as he could in the simple, passionate kiss.

When she bent and tongued his sweaty balls, Zeke's cock was quick to respond. Again, she took him into her mouth, small hand pumping him. He managed to last more than two minutes and Sammi smiled happily as he grunted, groaned and bucked under her oral ministrations.

"Ah!" she said, showing him the mouthful of semen.

"Oh man!" Zeke grunted, then slumped when she showed him that she was happily swallowing his spunk.

"Man!" Zeke said over and over as they waited for the car's weak 'Defrost' to work, clearing the fogged windows.

Their next date, Sammi suggested they rent a room at the local Budget-Stay Motel and order a Mama Roma's pizza.

"Anything but anchovies," Zeke bartered.

"And mushrooms. Hate, hate, hate mushrooms," Sammi agreed. "Mushrooms are just so nasty."

"Hey, Sammi, uh, I'm a little confused. Uh, how do you feel about mushrooms?" Zeke teased and she giggled.

"And jalapenos! I, they, they're too hot," Sammi added just before Zeke ordered the meatball special.

"Friend of mine at the university? Gets this blue cheese pizza; man! Stinks up the whole floor, I swear!" Zeke agreed as they waited in room 212 for the pizza to be delivered.

"Blue, ack! That that just sounds horrible!" Sammi agreed, then kissed Zeke.

The pizza came just as Sammi was removing her blouse. The boy got a brief glimpse of a topless red head scampering for the bathroom. Sammi decided while Zeke was paying for the pizza that she would eat in the nude and removed the rest of her clothing in the bathroom.

Zeke dropped the pizza when he saw his first real live nude woman. Thankfully, the lid was closed and the box landed upright on the carpeted floor. She wore a satisfied smile as she bent, slim buttocks facing him, to pick the box up off the floor.

"Turn the television on; they got movies with the room," Sammi demanded, taking one of the slices from the box.

Seeing the placard on top of the television, Zeke managed to pull the menu up. He goggled at the selections available.

"Put on Red Heads," Sammi said, munching her second slice of the pizza.

The first few vignettes they watched were of an emaciated red head with three black men, then a heavily freckled red head with surgically enhanced breasts paired up with her Asian girlfriend. Sammi grabbed the remote and decided on 'Anal.' Ever since her evening with Garrett, Sammi had developed a curiosity, an anal fixation.

Zeke barely ate his pizza; he was thoroughly engrossed in the obscene pornography in front of him. Sammi had to nudge him, hard to get his attention. She then urged him to focus on his dinner.

"Sooner you finish eating, the sooner we can fuck," she whispered in his ear.

He hurried through two more slices of pizza. Then, while she lay back against a mound of pillows, Sammi taught Zeke how to eat pussy. She reveled in his enthusiasm, his eagerness to please. Most of her dates seemed to believe that just the fact that they were willing to fuck the skinny red head with no tits should be good enough.

"Oh, so good, so good," Sammi groaned after Zeke managed to lick, suck, and finger her to two grunting orgasms.

"Mmng! I, oh, oh God!" Zeke cried out as he thrust his anxious cock into Sammi's snug pussy.

Two pumps and he was done. Sammi kissed him and assured him that it was all right, it was okay, it happened every now and then.

Once Zeke regained his composure, she made sure to bring him off with her mouth. Then, coaxing another erection from him, she guided him into her wet pussy. This time, he managed to clumsily fuck her to an orgasm before pumping another load into her pussy.

While she was in the bathroom cleaning herself, Zeke hungrily chewed through the last slice of pizza. He seemed disappointed when she came out of the bathroom fully dress, until she pointed out how late it was.

"Aw shit! My curfew!" Zeke realized, hurrying to dress.

"Curfew! You, you're a college student, right?" Sammi asked, lacing her tennis shoes.

A few days after their date in the motel room, Sammi was shocked when Zeke gave her a tearful goodbye before leaving for Stevens University. She was further shocked when he told her he loved her.

"God! What? Whatever, you geek," she teased, kissing him.

"I mean it," he said and she believed him.

"But, but do I love him?" Sammi wondered as she lay on her bed, staring at the slightly water stained ceiling.

"I don't NOT love him," she decided. "Derek, Brandon, Len, that guy Garrett; them? Them I definitely do not love. But Zeke?"

The laptop computer sprang to life and Sammi did a search for Stevens University. The employment opportunities advertised on their website were for college students or college graduates.

"Fuck, wasn't for sucking cock I'd never got out of high school," Sammi admitted to herself.

Widening the search for the Sopopaya, New Mexico area netted three possibilities. Pho Dong Industries was looking for assembly personnel. Sammi thought that the job was perfect when she looked and saw that Pho Dong Industries manufactured sex devices. Sopopaya Breweries needed people to work in their main brewery.

"Must be eighteen; well then I'm overqualified," Sammi giggled as she also filled out their on-line application.

The third possibility was for Sweet Kitty Gentlemen's Club. Sammi decided that Sweet Kitty would be a last hope effort. She had no qualms about dancing, about removing her clothing. She wasn't too sure how many people would be enthusiastic about a bony red head getting naked in front of them, though.

Pho Dung, the owner/operator of Pho Dong replied moments after Sammi submitted her application. Sammi received the notice as she was looking through Sopopaya Rental advertisements.

"Three hundred a month for a trailer," Sammi said, even taking the virtual tour of the single wide trailer that was available. "Oh, this is cute!"

Mia was bitter about Sammi's sudden, foolhardy decision to move. She was unhappy and took her unhappiness out on Sammi. Sammi was quite used to this by now and kept her head down as she packed her meager selection of clothes and other possessions into the three cardboard boxes.

"Hey!" Zeke crowed happily when Sammi called him.

"Hey!" Sammi laughed, seeing a sign that let her know she was entering New Mexico.

"Listen, listen, you, you got to tell these butt heads you're my girlfriend; they don't believe I got a girlfriend," Zeke prattled. "Going put you on speaker phone here."

"I'm his girlfriend. He's my boyfriend and I love him," Sammi giggled happily as she could hear a group of boys crowded into a room.

"No way! Aw, Carney, how much you pay that girl say all that?" Sammi heard one young man accuse.

Her GPS told her she was two and a half hours away from Sopopaya. She'd made a reservation at the Sopopaya Home Comfort Inn and told Zeke she should be pulling into their parking lot in about two and a half, three hours.

"You what?" Zeke stammered.

"Dude!" Sammi heard two of the geeks gasp out.

"She, she really, you really are his girlfriend? This is the beautiful red head?" the first brash young man stammered.

"Yeah; that's me," Sammi said, heart bursting with pride.

She had not doubted Zeke's declarations of love. But she had never heard anyone describe her as 'beautiful.' Well, Garrett had, but Garrett was a lying manipulative user, a man old enough to be her father.

She and Zeke agreed to meet in the small diner attached to the motel. Seeing a speed limit sign, Sammi set the cruise control to four miles above the posted speed limit. Suddenly, the two full days of driving, the two nights in strange motels, with strange sounds and unfamiliar roads did not seem to matter. She filled up her small car at a well-lighted gas station; she did not know when she would have another opportunity. In Texas, she'd been afraid to stop at one gas station; the place looked like it belonged on the set of a horror movie.

"Even ugly girls need to be careful," she said as she had sped past that creepy looking gas station.

"You're not ugly. Your man tells everyone you're beautiful," Sammi giggled happily, putting the nozzle back into the pump.

"He's a dork," Sammi," Sammi reminded herself even as she smiled her buck toothed smile.

After checking into the motel, after bringing her three boxes to Room 214, Sammi made a pit stop in the bathroom. She swished some mouthwash in her tired, coffee-laden mouth, then skipped down to the motel's diner.

She wanted to laugh. Zeke was at a table by himself, facing the door to the outside parking lot. The five guys crammed into a booth at the end of the restaurant were so obviously his friends, so obviously looking toward the parking lot, looking for the beautiful red head that it was comical.

"Hi Sweetheart," she said, sliding into the booth across from him.

"Hey!" Zeke shrilled, jumping up.

"Hey," she agreed, standing and kissing him.

"Guys! Hey guys, see? This, this is her," Zeke proudly declared, displaying her for his five buddies.

Two of the young men looked dutifully impressed. Sammi wanted to punch the morbidly obese member of the group as he held his hands in front of his own breasts, bringing attention to Sammi's lack of breasts. The other two blushed and giggled but could not meet her eyes.

The five young men ordered coffee from the tired looking waitress. Sammi ordered the special of the day; a rich, hearty beef stew. Zeke ordered a pancake breakfast. The entire time they ate, Sammi felt like she was under observation from her newly acquired fan club.

"Ready?" Sammi asked as the waitress brought Zeke his credit card and receipt.

"Ready? For what?" Zeke asked.

"Uh?" Sammi asked. "Good as that stew was, really think I drove all this way for that?"

"Huh? Oh, oh! I uh, I need to drive the guys back to the dorm," Zeke disclosed.

"What?" Sammi asked, lips pursed tight.

"None of them can drive," Zeke explained.

"Let them walk," Sammi snapped. "Timmy there sure could use the exercise."

She was nearly asleep when Zeke returned. A few soft kisses and gentle caresses was all it took for her to fall fast asleep. She woke at three fifteen in the morning with his scrawny arms around her, her back pressed against his bony torso.

Pervert," she giggled, seeing that Zeke had turned on the television and had been watching Lesbian pornography before succumbing to sleep.

After emptying her bladder, Sammi returned to the bedroom. Softly crawling into the bed, Sammi again wiggled until her compact backside was pressed against his tidy whitey covered crotch.

"I love... I'm glad you love me," Sammi whispered in the semi-dark room.

When Zeke woke a few hours later, Sammi sent him to his eight AM Sociology 215 class exhausted but happy; his balls were well drained. With a happy smile on her face, Sammi enjoyed a hearty breakfast in the diner then went to her job interview with Pho Dung, owner and so far sole employee of Phodong Industries. The petite Asian woman admitted she was completing her Master's in Mechanical Engineering and had hopes to begin her doctoral program as soon as possible.

"I'm doing fine; I put ads in Parasols and Rub magazines and getting maybe four, five orders a week," Pho Dung disclosed as she worked on one Bounce4Fun ball. "Then some pornographic movie studio in Nevada did a movie with Bebe Devochka using one of my pleasure balls and all of a sudden, I'm getting twenty, thirty orders a week."

"Twenty, thirty a week?" Sammi asked, watching as Pho Dung set aside some rubber pieces.

"Mm hmm. Now, can you walk and chew gum at the same time?" Pho Dung asked, golden brown face a mask of seriousness.

"With these big old feet? Not hardly," Sammi admitted.

Interview over, Pho Dung showed Sammi, step by step, how to assemble the ball portion of the Bounce4Fun product. While Sammi meticulously applied rubber cement to the rubber strips, Pho Dung poured acrylic resin into molds. At twelve noon, Pho Dung announced that Sammi had the job; she'd managed to construct seven balls in the same amount of time it would have taken Pho Dung to assemble three balls.

"And you did not glue yourself to the balls," Pho Dung complimented.

"Really?" Mia snapped when Sammi called her with the good news. "Had to move clear across the United States to get a job? Couldn't get one here?"

"No, Mother. I had to move clear across the country because this is where my boyfriend is," Sammi said.

"Oh, good luck with that. As soon as he finds someone prettier he'll be tossing you aside," Mia assured her daughter.

"And it gets me away from you," Sammi said, extremely hurt by her mother's words. "Hey, Mom? I know I'm this huge disappointment to you. Well, don't worry; you'll never have to deal with that ever again."

She blocked her mother's phone number. Sammi knew she need not bother; Mia would never ever call her daughter, would never admit to any wrongdoing. But blocking the number was an action she could take. And, had she not blocked the number, it would have hurt more when weeks and months went by with no contact from the bitter and hateful woman.

Her next step was to rent a trailer. Sharon Davis, an attorney smirked slightly when Sammi told her where she was working but the landlord kept any thoughts to herself.

Almost overnight, Sammi's trailer became Ground Zero for geeks. Zeke and his friends were heavily into role playing games and as Sammi was often the only female in attendance, found herself being dragged into their games. Complaining to Pho Dung and Bobbi Kennedy, a cute bone thin girl with a messy bob of thick brown hair resulted in both boss and coworker inviting themselves to the next gathering.

Timmy's infatuation with the extremely short Pho Dung was apparent and slightly awkward to watch. Bobbi had her pick of the remaining mostly silent, awe-struck dorks and resolved to sample them all before making her selection.

"If I ever do make my mind up," Bobbi giggled the following morning after their first night of Geek-O-Mania.

"God!" Sammi complained as she labored to prepare snacks for the gathering on their next game night. "All these geeks; why they all got to come here?"

"Uh, Sweetie?" Zeke said, grabbing a wedge of rye bread with parmesan cheese melted on it. "Look in a mirror lately? You're a geek too."

"I am not!" Sammi laughed, playfully slapping at his impertinent hand as he groped her backside. "Get out of here."

Bobbi was the first to arrive, proudly carrying her seven-layer bean dip. She stated that she'd left the jalapenos off of the dip; Sammi was not the only one with a sensitive tummy.

Roger and Blake, both hoping to go home with the brunette were next to come in, carrying six packs of ice cold sodas and bags of tortilla chips. Soon everyone was in the trailer, crowded around the coffee table.

"Oh dear God, I AM a geek," Sammi realized as she joined in the jeering of Timmy's colossal blunder.

"I love you," she whispered into Zeke's ear.

"Love you too," he smiled and he grabbed the dice.

"Even if you did turn me into this big old geek," she said, kissing him.

The End

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**Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I sincerely thank you for reading my stories.

I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. Likewise, I thank those that take the time to rate my works, those that 'Favorite' my words.

This is an entry for the 2025 Literotica Geek Pride Story Event, currently being organized by ChloeTzang, an excellent contributor to this site. Please take a moment to rate this and the other fine submissions in this Author challenge. Thank you.

Pho Dung, the owner/operator of Phodong Industries is the primary character in 'Pleasures of a Hippity Hop' in the Toys & Masturbation category.

Sharon Davis, the woman that rents the trailer to Sammi is a minor character in 'Ire' in the Loving Wives category.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.