Old enough to drive. Old enough to go steady. Old enough to be legal.
That’s what Vaughn Beachum was thinking as he scrubbed the oil and grease from his skin while sitting in the tub that spring Sunday evening in the Ozarks. He ran a little more hot water from the tap to warm up the bath water. After a day working with cars and getting dirty he needed a bath.
Old enough to be legal. That was his main thought. He slowly started washing his hardening pecker with a rough cloth, thinking about girls. Girls being old enough to do stuff with. When they were sixteen years old. It had been his own birthday today. It felt good imagining his girlfriend looking at his hard on while he jacked it making her as hot as he was.
He jerked it up and down. Thinking of the soft, round tits and hairy crotches he often saw in the magazines his Pops kept hidden in a box in the attic. He used them a lot to calm down his fever when he was horny. They worked really well. This was working, also. His cock was hard and tender as he rubbed the washcloth harshly over his prick head. It felt so good. He kept jacking faster now.
There was Wendy in his mind, standing naked in her bedroom. He often thought of her getting ready for her own bath in the room she shared with her sister. He would think of both of them, of course. Yes. Thinking of both of them touching themselves the way he was touching himself. Jesus, fuck. Yes. He was up on his knees now, body hard and tensed, waiting and wanting the come to squirt. Here it came. Here it was. Oh, fuck, yes. Jack it, jack it. Coming again. The best. The best.
HIs spunk shot out in long ropes dropping into the water and forming drops that filled the end of the tub.
Sighing now. Sated, he just left the come in the bathtub as he stepped out, pulling the plug and reaching for the towel. He wiped himself dry, giving his softening dick a nice rub, knowing his Mums would wash out the tub along with the grease and come encrusting the sides. That’s how he always left it, never worrying about what she thought.
The first Saturday after Vaughn turned sixteen himself he went to the Department of Motor Vehicles to get his license. He struggled a little with the written test, but he passed the driving part with no problems. It had been a great day so far. They drove his family’s old ’52 Ford during the test. Vaughn was used to it by now.
Before that, he drove the Ford for months up and down the gravel roads in the rural county. He carried his learner’s permit with him and his mother rode beside him as the designated licensed driver. His father was often on call for his job at the rural electric cooperative. That was the reason he gave for telling his wife she should teach Vaughn while he stayed at home.
They had discussed this all back when their boy turned fifteen and started talking about wanting to drive. “You can make sure he can drive as good as you. That’ll do for the DMV,” chuckled Pops.
Pops had earned that nickname when he was young and all his friends and family called him Popeye. He was a short man, but he was as strong as Popeye had ever been. Rather short and muscular. And he always had a squint in his eye as he looked over any situation he came across that he didn’t understand. So he was Pops, for short, most of the time.
Vaughn’s mother didn’t mind in the least. Helping her boy was all she had cared about since he was born. She worshiped Vaughn. Maybe a little too much. At least, some of the other mothers in town thought so. She always compared him to James Dean in looks and attitude. Especially as he matured into a teenager. When they were out on the back roads it gave her a chance to be alone with her boy. To talk and just enjoy being with him away from the drudgery around the house. She could be more herself, not on guard about saying something wrong.
Vaughn was short, just like Pops, but he wasn’t husky, as his father was now. He was well built and lithe. Vaughn and Pops often would wrestle out back in the grass. Vaughn never won but he never gave up trying. Especially when he knew his Mums was watching out the kitchen window. She would yell out through the screen with a cautioning voice. “Don’t forget he’s still young, Popeye. His bones are growing. Please be careful.”
Of course, he also practiced driving all sorts of tractors and flatbed trucks and such on the small bits of land his dad would farm each year down in the hollow. Just some truck crops, like strawberries, tomatoes, maybe some hay. And a calf each year slaughtered for the meat. They didn’t own enough land to be called farmers. Pops had farmed on the side while working for the co-op all his adult life.
Engines and motors were Vaughn’s love, besides Wendy Travis. She was his first girlfriend. They started dating, sort of, when they began their sophomore year. But it sure couldn’t be serious until they were sixteen and he got his license. Until that time they just always stood together in the school hallways between classes, him leaning back against the wall, her with her arms upon his shoulders looking up lovingly as he gazed down.
It was lucky for Wendy that her older sister was so popular in their small school. That made her immediately part of the elite around the high school. Not that there was a huge disparity among the students. But a few were more in than others. Wendy was a cheerleader as her sister had been. Wendy always thought her beau was cute. Both had been at this school all their lives.
It was lucky for Vaughn that Wendy had her birthday a couple of months before he did. She could start dating whenever she wanted to, just like her sister before her, because she was of age. So her parents had agreed. Vaughn gave her a locket using a little of the car money he had saved. She loved it of course. She wore it every day, making sure her girlfriends all saw it. But Vaughn was still underage at that time.
Vaughn was not usually much of a talker. But with Wendy he opened up and shared what he hoped would come for him in the future. All about what he would do with his life when he could get out on his own. He could talk to her like he did with Mums. About what he felt and what he figured he knew about the world. The two teens looked into each other’s eyes and then separated whenever an adult walked nearby.
Part of this semi-dating was sitting together at the home basketball games. At a home game Wendy would always take time to sit with Vauhgn’s mother. That’s how it was done around there. The girls tried to be friends with their boyfriends’ mothers. But being a cheerleader meant she could only sit in the bleachers during parts of the games. Most of the time she was on the court with her cheerleader friends. Two school buses would always travel to the away games, as well, and young people would sit with special friends in the busses and the gymnasiums of the away school.
True dating didn’t go on until the boys could get their cars. They might double date with another couple who had a vehicle but it wasn’t the same thing at all. With a vehicle they drove into the nearest town to the drive-in movie or cruised the Dairy Delite or simply drove up and down the main drags. Just looking to see who was out and around on a Friday or Saturday evening.
And there was parking to think about. You couldn’t park when on a date without a car. There were several good parking places around the county. The boys learned from the older guys where those spots were. Just quiet, seldom used dirt roads, back and beyond away from farmhouses or the lights of the small towns around there. Sometimes reputed to be haunted. But you couldn’t park if you didn’t have a car.
He had his license now and the next thing was buying the convertible he’d had his eye on for months now. Like most of the youths around the county Vaughn earned some money cutting grapes, picking strawberries, catching chickens in the huge poultry barns, and bailing and bucking hay. All the extra money he earned helping with such harvests across the landscape he put aside in his car fund. Savings for his wheels and Wendy.
The 1954 Mercury needed some work but that was not a problem. In fact, that helped when he made his bargain with the owner for about fifty bucks off the asking price. Vaughn’s dad had taught him to always bargain down on the price. Vaughn spent tons of time helping other guys work on their cars learning all about every model he could as time passed. The Merc’ he wanted just needed a few parts to get it running like a goose across a pond.
They could be used parts. There was a junkyard a few miles away. He and a pal found what he wanted soon after putting down the earnest money. They had to fix it up at the owner’s pole barn before driving it off to show Wendy after first showing it to Mums. Wendy loved it just as much as Mums had loved it. After she had told her boy to take care. He was basically grown up now.
Vaughn picked Wendy up from her place the first school day that followed. They could do that now that he had his own wheels. He combed the Vitalis through his ducktail ‘do as he waited for her, revving the motor a little until she came skipping out of the old farmhouse her family lived in. She quickly climbed into the front seat and sat on the right passenger side. “You can scoot over, Wendy. I’m not gonna bite.” He grinned.
They’d never been in a car alone before. They had to start out right. She smiled and moved over to sit in the middle of the bench seat. “Just remember, I’m not going to sit on your lap,” she giggled. Her short skirt rode up slightly on her thighs as she leaned toward him. She made sure her legs didn’t impede his shifting the manual transmission as she held her knees together. He had used a small polished piston for his gearshift knob.
As he drove into town, he shifted and then casually moved his right palm to sit gently on her leg and give the thigh a soft pat. Her legs parted just a bit so that his hand could give her thigh a squeeze. She giggled then clamped her legs together as she flipped a lock of his hair away from his face with her long fingers, smiling.
When they arrived at school he was so proud of the job he did fixing up his car that he popped a few wheelies in the graveled parking area across from the brick two-story high school building, Some students were standing around waiting for first period. The reaction of his buddies gratified him. And he was happy to see that Wendy was pleased, too, sitting next to him with her left arm upon his shoulder and her right hand crossed over lying upon his thigh.
The next Friday he asked Wendy if she wanted to hang out. “Of course, silly. Where we going?”
“Oh, just to town. You know. Looking around. We got to break in the car, Wendy.” He sort of laughed.
They spent the evening as it darkened out just driving up and down the main drag in town. He would sometimes toot his horn at a friend as they passed. The friends would do the same. They spent time at the Dairy Delite having burgers and a malt. Then it was getting late and Vaughn had to think of getting Wendy home. She had a curfew. Since she was only sixteen she had to be home early. At least until her parents could trust her—and her boyfriend.
“Why are you driving down this way, hon?” she asked as he took a slighty different route to her farmhouse. She knew this was not the way home. But she was grinning inside. Wendy wasn’t dumb. She and her friends talked. They knew all the parking places as well as the boys did.
He slowed down, finding just the right spot to stop. Trees lined both sides of the dirt lane. Nothing was heard as he turned off the motor, except for the call of a nightbird off in the distance. “It’s just a nice place to talk, Wendy. That’s okay, isn’t it? You don’t have to be home for awhile.”
And they did talk. Because Vaughn could talk to her and she loved to be there for him. As he talked she let her hand touch his leg. His arm had moved up around her shoulders. He grasped her right shoulder and she moved to lean against his chest. She looked up to see him smiling in the moonlight. His face moved down.
It was a tentative kiss. It was really their first real kiss, all alone, without anyone around. And it was good for both of them. Vaughn had not known how soft and warm a kiss could be. And what it would do to his body. Nor had Wendy ever felt this way before. A strange tingling was moving out from her lips and into her personal places. Her nipples were pressing against her blouse now and her special place was getting damp. She could feel that.
As he kissed her his hand had reached over her shoulder and he touched a breast. Her right hand went up and pulled it away, whispering, “no, hon. Not now.” Then she slapped his other hand which had went to her thigh and leaned back away from him. “Vaughn, we got to be careful.” Then she tilted her head up for a kiss. But he knew it was just a kiss now.
The kissing would have to be enough for now. He rubbed his hardened prick as he kept kissing her. Finding new ways to tongue kiss and nibble on each other’s lips. Smellng the perfume she wore and the lipstick that his lips were now spreading out. Even tasting it. Tasting the flavor of making out.
They made out for a long time. It seemed hours. But she was sure enough about it to know the time. “Vaughn, I need to be home soon. See what time it is?” And he did. He grunted softly, adjusted his hard on, and got the ‘Merc rolling down the lane. He had her home with plenty of time to spare. He didn’t want her dad pissed at him now. Life was getting too good. She kissed him quickly then skipped up the driveway to the kitchen door.
As he drove home he slowed down a little so that he could undo his jeans and pull out his pecker. He was still hard and he didn’t want to get blue balls. He crouched down slightly watching for traffic carefully and pulled his pud all the way home. He kept it hard, just edging as he rolled down the empty, moonlit gravel roads.
He groaned as he approached his house, pulled into the driveway, and finished the job. His prick spurted out a load of come into the handkerchief his Mums made him keep in his pants all the time. The cock head was so tender and he humped up into the cloth, jerking his spine as he shot each wonderful squirt thinking of Wendy’s tits and pussy.
On Saturday they went into town to the drive-in movie in his convertible with the top down. The day was warm and fresh after rain during the morning. Wendy wore a large scarf over her sprayed bouffant hairdo to keep it from blowing out. When they found a spot in the drive-in movie lot she took it off while Jake combed his own slicked hair back into place. Then he put the top up for a little more privacy in the car for later.
Vaughn went up to the concession stand for some drinks and snacks. The sun was only just below the horizon off to the left of the theater. It would be dark in about thirty minutes. Down just below the painted movie screen, in the small playground, several youngsters were still playing with screeching and running going on. Parents were happy for the peace and quiet as they sat in their cars listening to music playing over the speakers hooked in their rolled down side windows.
He said hello to a few buddies and watched a couple of guys threatening to fight. He didn’t expect anything would come of that. It seldom did. They were just showing out to the small crowd gathered for treats and meet and greet. He was soon off to join Wendy. When he got back to the ‘Merc he found her chatting with a friend standing outside the open passenger side window. That girl giggled and tripped off to join her own boyfriend as Vaughn approached.
He handed Wendy her soda and snack through her open window. He walked around the rear of the ‘Merc to the driver’s side door and got in, smiling at his girlfriend. He was sitting comfortably with her now scooted over to the middle of the seat. He reached into his shirt pocket and took out a small box.
“This is for you. It’s time we started going steady. Don’t you think, Wendy? It’s our time now.” He smiled hesitantly. They had not really talked about this. But he was pretty sure. She had to want to go steady. Wendy took the box and opened it.
“Yeah,” she squealed as she slipped the ring onto her finger, “of course. Of course, Vaughn. We’ve always been steadys. That’s how it is, hon.” She turned the ring around in the dim light from the screen that was leaking into the car. But she could see enough. She put her arms around him, held both hands together to feel the ring, and she leaned forward slightly waiting for him to kiss her.
It was official. Vaughn was old enough to drive. He was old enough to have a car. He was old enough to go steady. He had it all now. He returned the kiss trying not to mess it up. Trying to kiss her right. And as she kissed him back she tentatively placed her little hand on his jeans crotch. Feeling him for the first time. The hardness that she had seen grow often but never touched. And he groaned.
He mashed his lips up against hers and scrambled with his left hand to try and release his boner before she decided against it. He pulled it out, moaning with the need, and Wendy whimpered with his tongue in her mouth. She grabbed the hard prick, amazed at the size, and slowly squeezed it.
“Is this right, hon? Is this how you do it?” She felt the sweaty member and felt her own dampness. “I’ll do you, hon. Okay?” And she kept stroking as Vaughn realized how lucky he was and humped up into her hand. Then he quickly pulled the handkerchief out.
“Fuck yeah, Wendy, baby. Oh yeah, babe, it’s coming.” And it did. Shooting out into the cloth. Keeping his lover girl clean this first time. Only the first time, for sure. They were both legal.
The movie kept flickering and jumping as the cicadas sounded loudly outside and the teens tried to be young adults.
