Running Riot After Jay Pt. 01

Saturday 15 April 1978

It had been a week since I'd walked out on Jay. I was so ready to party. I was ready to party from the moment I stepped behind the bar, so "and one for yourself, love," became one-for-myself rather than one for the tips jar. Luckily, the clientele in The Riverside were not as generous on the Saturday evening as they sometime were.

I wasn't greedy, of course. Not every one-for-myself ended up in my glass, but enough for me to be tipsy by the time I called last orders.

***

"Here," I said to Rory, "take that for me." I handed him a bottle of vodka and a bottle of orange.

"I hope you're paying for that?" Julie had appeared behind. me

"Of course I am. Mark it up. I'll settle tomorrow."

"You not wanting a lift?" Rory queried.

"Nah. Bennie here'll walk me up."

"I will?" Bennie's tone was incredulous. "I mean, of course I will, if you want."

"Nice save. Yeah. We'll have a laugh on the way." I winked at him. It wasn't far; it was less than a mile from the pub.

"Here." Rory pushed a joint into my hand. "Something to make the walk more interesting."

"As if I'm not unsteady enough." I thanked him and put it in my bag in the storeroom.

Julie had cleared most of the dirty glasses and emptied the ashtrays, so I told her I'd finish up so she could get a lift. Larry had invited us all around to his house for a few drinks after the pub. I think it had been contrived to cheer me up after the split with Jay.

"Here." I passed him a pint of lager. "That's for offering to walk me to Larry's." I poured myself one as well.

"Well, I was volunteered."

"Shall I take it back?"

"No. I'm happy to volunteer."

I finished wiping down the tables while drinking my pint. You learn to multitask while working at a bar. I washed up mine and Bennie's glasses and grabbed my thick cardie from the storeroom. It may have been April, but the full flush of spring hadn't arrived yet. I pulled it over my shirt; well, it was Jay's shirt, which I'd put on the morning I left.

"I'm just going for a pee," Bennie said, as I took hold of his arm to walk out.

"Oh, no. You've had plenty of time while I was cleaning up." I guided him towards the door.

"I've only just realised..."

"Again. Plenty of time." We were already out into the chill air.

"But I'm bursting."

"Tough!"

When we reached the alley that ran through to the next road, I retreived the joint.

"You can't get that out on the street!" Bennie gasped.

"That's why we're walking down here." I turned into the passage. I took a few draws on spliff as we walked on.

After a few yards, Bennie broke the silence. "You carry on. I'm going to have a slash."

"No, you're fucking not." I pulled him again.

"But, San..."

"You want me to tell everyone you let me walk down a dark alleyway alone?"

"I'm desperate."

"So am I, but not here." No, I thought, too dark. I passed him the joint. He surprised me by taking a drag. "Ooh. Not resisting anymore."

"I said I'd have to succumb sometime."

"Enjoy!" I was feeling a little naughty already.

We crossed the next street to enter another alley. Passing policemen would not have taken kindly to a couple of reprobates toking on the streets of Crosby. We finished the joint as we sauntered through. We had no choice but to walk along the pavements from there.

"I'm going to piss myself soon," Bennie declared.

"You need to train your bladder, son." I was almost leaking into my knickers myself. "I know a place you can go." Yeah; a place I can watch you.

"Where?"

"A little way up."

***

Walker's Path ran up the side of a churchyard, which was never locked, and we had to walk down that way. As we approached, I pointed to the gate.

"What? In there?" he said.

"Why not?"

"A bit irreverent, isn't it?"

"There's no one here to care. And I'm sure the few residents aren't bothered."

I led him through the gate, around the side of the church. Bennie moved towards a dark corner by a buttress. I followed and grabbed his arm. I was making a habit of that. "Where do you think you're going?" I was feeling the naughty effects of the joint.

"For a piss."

"No, you don't. Not there. Over here." I led him to the back of the church where there was a small flower bed. "You can water these. They look a bit parched."

He looked up, over the tall wall, at a street lamp, which shone a bright white light into the garden - unusual for the time when most burned sodium yellow. "It's too bright here. People can see me," he whispered.

"No one can see you over these walls. There's only me." I, too, kept my voice low.

"Exactly."

I winked. "Think of it as your payment for your first blow job; and the best you'll ever have."

"What? You're going to watch me?"

"That's the idea."

"I couldn't."

"I thought you were bursting!"

"Yes, but not..."

"Need a bit of help, do you?" I tickled his ribs.

"Stop it," he yelled.

"Shh! Not until you get your dick out and water the flowers." I kept tickling.

"Okay! Okay! Stop. I just dribbled in my undies. Thanks a lot!"

"Ooh! When did you learn sarcasm?" I stopped and waited while he unzipped and released his bursting pipe.

"This is so weird." His voice was barely audible.

"Nothing weird about it." I stared with lust at the dick I'd begun to train.

"Stop looking at me." The cock-in-training twitched.

"But it's nice."

"Well, I can't go while you're staring at me."

"Okay." I turned my back. I couldn't have an erection shutting off the supply before it had watered the garden.

"No. Behind me where I can pretend you're not here." I did as he asked. "And turn your back."

"Spoil sport!" I faced away from him. While I waited, I shuffled my knickers down and stepped out of them. They went into my shoulder bag. I continued to stare into the darkness. "Started yet?" I asked him.

"No! Shut up."

A few seconds of silence later, I heard a weak dribble splat into the recently-turned soil. It stopped. "Shit!" I heard the murmured expletive. I didn't respond. The hummed tune of Tubular Bells floated on the still air and I imagined Bennie staring up at the stars and flitting between constellations, pretending there wasn't a kinky sex pervert behind him. He ceased humming as the muffled dribble recommenced. A dripping hose developed into an overflowing gutter, pouring into a puddle of mud.

I slithered around to Bennie's front and stopped when I had a full frontal view of that sweet stream issuing from his urethra. The bitter-sweet aroma of male urine drifted through the air to pleasure my nostrils. Once he was in torrent flow, I said, "Good boy." Patronising, I know, but I was stoned.

Bennie looked up at my face and our eyes locked for a moment. "See. I knew you'd manage it. Nice, isn't it?" I stared back down at my favourite body part.

"Mm!" He was noncommittal.

"Well, it is for me. I so love to watch men pissing."

"I guessed."

"Don't you like watching women pee?"

"I've only seen you." His bladder must have been the size of a hot-air balloon; he was still hosing the flowers.

"Well, didn't you enjoy seeing me?" As I spoke, I parted my ubiquitous midi wrap-over skirt and his gaze dropped to my naked and almost bald pudenda.

"Sort of."

"Sort of?" I pulled the material back and tucked it into the waistband at the rear, bearing my lower regions under the spotlight from over the wall.

"Okay. Yes. I did." His stream slowed.

"Good. Shows you're a normal, full-blooded man." His chest seemed to puff up with pride. His penis appeared fuller and his flow had reduced to a trickle.

"I suppose." He grinned and caught my eyes staring at his growing member as I parted my feet, ready to relieve the discomfort in my plumbing. I didn't bother turning towards the plants, but remained fully exposed to the boy who became a man only a week ago when he shot his youthful load into my more than eager cunt; and what a copious load it had been.

My knees trembled with excitement as I softened them, angling my pelvis forward in readiness for my sluice gate to open. I looked up to his eyes, which were locked onto the view at the top of my thighs. A shiver rippled over my skin and a thousand butterflies fluttered in my chest. The last couple of squirts shot from Bennie's member and he shook off the dribbles as my own dribbles emerged from the tiny opening below my clitoris. "Kitty's not so shy tonight. I'm bursting." I placed my index and ring finger on either side of that sensitive ridge and pulled back.

Bennie was about to twist his dick back into his fly when I said. "No! Please don't spoil it. Leave it out." He was so surprise, he let go, leaving it pointing at a forty-five degree downward angle; ninety degrees to go for me to be satisfied with the view; I watched it twitch, increasing its angle by small amounts with each pulse. My flow increased as the flutters rippled around my inside, pulling short of my pleasure garden. The scent of my emissions replaced the manly one in my nose.

"Fucking hell!" Benny marvelled that my stream came out more like a man's. "I didn't know girls could do that."

"It takes practice." There were no videos and magazines to show us how to do that in those days. "Have a closer look." Ninety degrees now, I noticed.

He was powerless. His body turned so that his gaze squared up to my crotch and he took a half step in my direction. He even stooped slightly, the better to observe. "I see you're already enjoying it," nodded at his hundred degree erection. The flutters still weren't reaching my fanny.

"Yes, I am." Bennie watched me as I leaned back a little and pulled on my organs a tad more. What was, by now, a jet flicked towards him. He jerked up. "Wow!"

"If I knew you better, I'd have aimed that for your face. Or down at that flag pole."

He flashed a look at his rigidness, then back at the action at the top of my legs. "Sorry. I just..."

"Don't apologise. I'm flattered." Those flutters still hadn't reached their goal, so I lowered my middle finger to help them along.

"Oh, fuck!" Bennie had spotted the digit stroking my button. He jerked his head.

"What?"

"You're... you... you're..."

"Masturbating. And there's nothing wrong with it. We all do it. Turn back and watch me." My tone must have frightened him into submission. He stared at the action, which was still not helping. "Go on! You do it."

"What!"

"Play with it."

"Fuck, no!."

"Well, it's more than ready and willing. Do it. I order you to wank for me!" Using that word even shocked me! Bennie's hand crept towards his erection as he focused on my busy fingers. "Carry on." His hand reached around his shaft and slid forward, sliding his foreskin over his glans and back again. "Oh, what a beautiful sight!" I was still not getting as aroused as I should have. I wondered if I'd had too much to drink. Well, it happens to men, doesn't it? My stream was landing closer to my trainers.

"It doesn't feel right."

"It will," I assured him as my flow ceased. I rummaged in my bag and pulled out my knickers to dry off. "Well, I can't put them back on now." I shoved them back and noticed Bennie's hand was still. "Carry on," I instructed and returned my attention to my own sex organ. We stared at each other's technique, but neither seemed to get anywhere. I pulled my skirt back into its regular position and took the two steps required for me to reach his cock. "Not getting anywhere, eh?"

"I, erm... I don't..."

"Shush. It's fine. Too much pressure on you." I wondered if that was my issue as well.

He may not have been getting very far by himself, but as I stroked him, I detected a well-lubricated cock-head. Naturally, he found the gap in my skirt and explored till he found my nether lips. The touch was pleasant; it was comforting; but it was not arousing. The only dampness down there came from the small amount of pee I'd missed as I had mopped up. "It's not happening for me down there," I guided his hand out.

"I'm sorry. Am I too..."

"No. It isn't you. I just can't start the engine."

"Oh. Okay." He stepped back and my hand slipped from his tool as he turned to dress himself.

"What are you doing?"

"You said you weren't enjoying it."

"Doesn't mean you can't."

I moved around to the back of him and slipped my hand around his waist, finding his rigidness. He moaned as I replaced his hand with mine. My fingers explored his cock-head, smearing his mucous emission around the bare organ. His knees dipped as I drew his foreskin over his glans and back again. The problem with this position was that I couldn't see.

"Put your arm around me." I forced my head under his elbow like a faithful Labrador. He obeyed, allowing me to observe the effect I was having. His cock was warm steel in my hand, which now fingered the underside of his member where foreskin ties to shaft. As I looked up at him, he leaned back his head and his penis pulsated, his muscles readying him for ejaculation.

I rolled his glans between my first two fingers and thumb, adding a little more pressure and speed by the second. Bennie's pelvis trembled, and the ripples reached his lower legs. I sped up the action enough to elicit the desired outcome. "Fuuuuck!" Bennie called as his member tensed and a burst of semen shot from his knob at a hundred miles an hour, spraying at least two rows of border plants. As his penis pulsed for the last time and his warm, sticky life force slid down my fingers, Bennie leaned into me, relaxing his muscles after the tensions of recent minutes.

"Worth it?" I looked at his face.

"Oh, yeah!"

I unhooked myself from his arm and turned him to plant a tender kiss on his lips. Pulling back from him, I said, "I can't believe I'm saying this for a third time, but this is not ever likely to happen again. I am not your girlfriend. We have no 'relationship,' and you must tell no one else."

"You have my word."

"Good! Now get us to Larry's house."

***

One side of the grand oak double front door was open as we strolled up Larry's front path. Bennie's recent orgasm seemed to have sobered him up; I, however, was as tipsy as I had been on leaving the pub, and I looked forward to another. Bennie walked off to find the kitchen; apparently, he'd been here before.

The first friendly face I saw was Rory's. He handed me a joint as soon as I could reach it. I didn't care how naughty it made me; I needed to loosen up, if you catch my drift. "Hey, Storm baby," I greeted him. "You know how naughty this makes me?" I took a long drag, held it and blew back out. "But who cares, eh?" I took another drag and pulled Rory's head down, sealing his lips with mine. I blew the intoxicating smoke into his mouth.

"Woah! San!" He blew out the third-hand smoke and dragged my hand from his head.

"What?"

"We don't have that kinda thing, kid."

I'd always fancied Rory Wilde, but he was off limits. Why the fuck did I still beleive that? "Hey! I'm footloose and fancy free now!" Grabbing his head, I pulled him down and snogged him again. I wasn't quite that pissed, but a dick's a dick.

He pushed me away. "You don't really want this, and Jay's still a mate."

"Phff! Fuck Jay!"

"You did till a week ago."

I passed the joint back. "Your loss!" I turned to find the music, popping the top two shirt buttons as I sidled off. I left the cardie fastened.

"San, this isn't you."

"Yeah, Yeah." I waved a dismissive hand as I followed the sound.

Bennie appeared and passed me a glass. "I guess you'd want a vodka and orange."

"You're such a sweetie." It sounded condescending, even to me. "That sweetness deserves a proper girlfriend who will love you for it. You know that's not me, right?"

"Yes, San. You made that clear."

"Good. I'll be fine now." I spotted Larry. "Hey, Larry!" I interrupted his conversation with Julie. "Thanks for inviting me to your party." I stretched up and kissed him.

"It's not really a party. Just a few drinks."

"Like the one we had at the bedsit. I'm sure you remember that. Well, the bathroom, anyway!" If I triggered that memory, maybe I can seduce him later.

"Yes, I do. Fondly."

"Oh. Was that the blow-job night?" Julie interrupted the exchange.

I felt my face harden as I snapped at Larry. "We'd agreed to keep between us."

"Come on, San. It was obvious, even to me. I actually thought the two of you had shagged!"

"Well, we didn't!" I stormed off, though not as mad as I pretended. A bit of reputation like that might get me screwed this night, I thought

Swigging as I walked, I found the kitchen. Another vodka and orange, or a beer, I pondered. I chose a beer. Ever the young gent, Bennie tipped up the party-seven can to fill up a pint glass for me. I thanked him and moved away.

Wandering around and drinking, I chatted to several of the girls. As well as Julie, Lisa was there, my old neighbour Suzie, Steph, and Little Dave had got an invitation, the red-headed girl that had been at the housewarming, but not Raven. Of course, I was eying up which men were eligible.

***

I finished my drink and went back to the kitchen. Choosing a tall lemonade and orange this time, I poured and drank half the glass straight away. Two unfamiliar males entered; one was a little younger than Jay by the look of him, while the other looked about nineteen. The elder of them toted a joint.

"Oooh! Fresh meat! I'll have some of that." He passed it over to my extended hand without question. I took a toke and blew out before introducing myself. "I'm San."

"Dale," said the older one, holding out a hand.

"A bit formal!" I kissed him on the lips, as sensually as I could manage.

"And I'm Jim." The younger cracked a hopeful grin.

"Argh, Jim lad!" I gave him a slightly more lingering kiss than Dale's.

"I see you're going to be fun," said Dale.

"You never know your luck." I winked. Such a shameless slut, I thought. "Ha!" Something twigged. "Jim, Dale." I point at each of them.

"What?" Said Jim.

"Jim Dale." They frowned at me, puzzled. "You know. Jim Dale." There was no spark. "Jim Dale; actor, comedian?"

"No. Sorry, no idea." It was Jim again.

"Never mind."

"You want a drink?" Dale asked.

"Vodka and coke, please. But don't even think of trying to get me drunk." I passed the joint to Jim.

"Why's that?"

"Because I like my flirting unhampered by alcohol." I lied.

"Is that what you're doing?" Asked Dale. "Flirting?"

I raised my glass in salute, turned and left them wondering.

***

I wandered, almost staggered, around Larry's house. I'd only been there once before and that was to beg him not to spread it around about the bathroom blow job. So I only knew his hallway and bedroom. No, we didn't - Jay was with me that day - and, yes, I had told Jay the story. I circled back to the kitchen and made myself a snake-bite - that's lager and cider mixed in our corner of old England.

Two rooms featured music, one a continuous Status Quo barrage. The other varied, but mainly played prog rock. There seemed to be more people there by then.

I bumped into Larry in the Quo room. "How come you're having this party here? Where's your kid sister?"

"Sisters," he corrected. "They're away with old folks. Provence."

"Where's that?"

"Somewhere in France."

"While the cats're away, eh?"

"Yep."

I wondered off to the other room. Seven Seas of Rye was halfway through, so I joined a small group after putting down my half full glass and danced till the end. Some joker had found the CanCan disc, AKA Offenbach's Galop Infernal. Of course, each of them being drunk, the girls lined up like a chorus line for an unsteady attempt at synchronised skirt-shaking and high kicks. Only three of us wore skirts - Steph, Suzie and me - the others were in jeans, but we gave it a good go. The boys lined up to watch, no surprise there, and soon more came in. Suzie's pelmet was already short, so her knickers were on display; Steph sported her traditional, figure hugging jersey dress; mine was the most appropriate form of dress for a CanCan, being long and loose. The lads focused on Suzie's exposure, since neither Steph nor I were likely to show much in long dresses.

The piece was only short, so it soon ended. However, over by the record player, Dale quickly started the music again. I was feeling naughty from the joint, so my second attempt became a little wilder. I glanced at Suzie, who had her skirt raised high, as the cancan dancers do. Steph hitched her's up further, much to Little Dave's disapproval. Not to be outdone, my kicks became higher, then my wrap-over swung side to side and lifted to my chest.

I first spotted Dale and Jim staring at me and ignoring my dance partners. The other lads fixated their eyes on me. I loved the attention, so it spurred me on to put on my best show. The music ended and Jim restarted it this time.

"Oh, behave you," said Lisa, and she left the chorus line. Two others did as well, leaving those with skirts to carry on.

"Steph!" Called Steph's boy friend. "Enough."

"You don't own me, David." She hitched her skirt up higher and kicked with more vigour. Despite the display of feminine underwear, the boys still focused on me. I never realised I was that entertaining.

Lisa sidled up to me, and whispered, "You know you're flashing everyone your cunt?"

"Oh, shit!" My face burned. My thoughts whizzed at a hundred miles an hour. I wasn't prepared to suddenly stop, so I brazened it out, lowering the fabric a few inches, but the high kicks still display my wares, even if it was a brief flash.

The music stopped, and I called, "That's enough! Put something else on." I grabbed Steph, cackling into her shoulder! "Lisa's just reminded me of something."

"What?"

"I've got no knickers on."

"What? No! I'd being running out right now. Mortifying."

"I am so embarrassed. But also proud of myself as well." The throbbing down below surprised me.

"Nice show!" Dale had walked up to us.

"Thanks," said Steph.

"Yes. Didn't she do a lovely dance?" I added, picking up my drink.

"No. I mean..." I left before he could explain what he meant.

... To Be Continued