Blonde Bimbos

By Lance Linett

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 21, 2009
• ISBN: 9781469123370

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Copyright © 2009 by Lance Linett.

ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4415-8191-4

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CONTENTS

Love is the Drug and

I Need to Score

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Part Two

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Part Three

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Part Four

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Ain’t talkin’ ’bout love

Part Five

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Love is the Drug and

I Need to Score

Bryan Ferry

1

Mike sat in his van with Stephen looking out the window of the windshield at the girl next door, who was barely fifteen. She was in the front yard talking to her mother who was the real looker. Her mother was of German stock; blonde, blue-eyed, small and svelte. Her husband had divorced her a few years back driving off into the sunset in his little yellow sports car. Ever since that time her son Warren, a chunky little troublemaker, stopped going to school, and started hanging out and riding his mini—bike around the neighborhood with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. There had been a rash of robberies in the neighborhood, mostly small stuff stolen from storage sheds that have been inadvertently left open. Warren was the chief suspect.

Look at that little prick teaser, Mike said watching the girl next door popping her bubble gum and moving around in her skin tight shorts that rode up on the flesh of her ass.

Why don’t you ask her out? Stephen said.

I don’t want her, Mike said. His eyes said different. Those little punks that come over to her house and let her give them blow jobs would pale in comparison if I ever got on top of it.

Why don’t you?

It’s not worth it

I’d like to see her and her mother naked licking each other. Now that would be something. Her and her mother eating each other’s muff. I bet the daughter has just as much hair on her pussy as her mother.

And Warren jacking off to it, Mike said howling and then slapped his leg.

Stephen turned on the radio and put on a pair of wrap around shades. Mike lit a cigarette. Stephen could see Mike’s eyes looking at the young girl. Mike’s eyes were as large as saucers scrutinizing her every moment. Look at those shorts ride up on that cunt, Mike said exhaling a long stream of smoke

Let’s get a drink. This shit is making me crazy, Stephen said.

Mike started up the van and then peeled out. The young girl and her mother shielded their eyes against the sun to watch. Mike honked the horn and waved.

2

That weekend Stephen and Mike went to the lake and the young girl and a friend of hers were there. They lay on the grass on their backs wearing string bikinis. The radio they had blasted a local AM station. They wore sunglasses and had a large tube of sun tan lotion beside them. Her friend was blonde like the young girl next door and just as good looking. Stephen and Mike had had a few beers to drink on the way to the lake so they were feeling right.

Hi girls, Mike said holding a beer in his hand. He had the rest hanging from the plastic piece that held the six pack together.

They stood up from the waist leaning back on their hands. Oh hi, said the girl next door. Don’t you have a van?

Sure do. Would you like a beer?

Sure. She took out her gum and took one of the beers and placed the piece of gum on the can.

Would you like one?

"Yes, please, the other girl said and took a beer. Two dangled and Stephen took one and Mike took the last one. He poured the rest of his last beer on the ground.

It’s just back wash, Mike said.

The girls laughed.

The other girl popped the top to her can and the white foam gushed out. She sucked it and it dissipated.

Always remember to open it slowly, Mike said. Mike opened his can slowly and it hissed but not a drop spewed out.

Mike put on his dark shades then sat down on the grass next to the two girls.

3

There was a bar near downtown where all the older women hung out. It was named The Menopause Lounge by the younger guys. The lounge was situated in a hotel. They played current music but the bands that played the music were so out of touch, the music was almost unrecognizable. The crowd was over forty and still trying to stay hip.

Stephen and Mike decided to try their luck at the lounge. They hated all that talk they had to do to get young girls in the sack. They figured women over thirty would just want to get into the sack and all they needed was the go ahead sign. Stephen and Mike didn’t want to drive young prima donnas around in a car they couldn’t afford, open the door, and take them to an expensive restaurant which they also couldn’t afford and then out to an expensive disco where everybody wore expensive clothes and buy expensive drinks and then take the girl home to a peck on the cheek or a handshake. For that money they spent they could have been all night with a whore. No, Mike and Stephen had to get drunk on beer, drive around recklessly in a fast car with the radio blasting and dance close with hot looking babes while they grabbed their asses and breathed in their ears the lurid fantasies.

Stephen and Mike were pretty drunk by the time they got to the lounge. They got out of the car and both instantly felt the urge to piss. They both unzipped and pulled out their cocks and pissed on the tires. Huge puddles formed around the wheels. They didn’t care. They were both dressed but they forgot to wear underwear. They had to be careful zipping up so as not to catch their cocks in the zipper. They figured when they got laid tonight they’d just strip their pants off and there they’d be buck naked and ready, hairy balls and all hanging out. That would sure raise the old broad’s blood pressure.

Stephen and Mike walked into the disco. The lights were swirling around the dance floor. Small dots of light danced around on the people’s faces and the dance floor. As they walked by the bar, an older woman of about forty and very robust stopped them.

Excuse me, fella, would one of you gentlemen like to dance? This was faster than they had expected. Please don’t say no, she pleaded. These old broads were really desperate they thought.

Dance with her Mike, Stephen said.

Allrighty, Mike said and went out to the dance floor.

Stephen ordered a drink at the bar. When the drinks came, Stephen sipped his drink out of a small, thin straw. Stephen looked around the bar and dance floor and noticed that Stephen and Mike were the youngest people in there. The music thumped and Stephen could see Mike going through his exaggerated gyrations while the lady with him shook her large breasts and hips.

When they finished dancing she took them to a table where her friends were sitting. Two other women sat with two GI’s. The GI’s were even younger than Stephen and Mike. Everyone was laughing and drinking. She introduced them to the GI’s and they shook hands. Stephen didn’t really know what he was doing there. Stephen drank with them and laughed at their stupid jokes. Everyone seemed nice if a little bit dull. There was a forced sense of joviality. The young GI’s were just glad to be with women and the women though not all that good-looking and a little long in the tooth were up for a good time.

The woman who Stephen and Mike had first met asked Stephen to dance. Stephen went out to the floor with her. She took off her shoes and clomped around on the floor shaking everything she had. Stephen was getting dead drunk so he grabbed the woman around her large waist and danced her around. Her large breasts stared Stephen in the face, and he wanted to get hold of them. She told Stephen she was a waitress who worked down the street and that the other women that were with her were her co-workers. They had just gotten off work and decided to