Fran - Part One
This story is based on a girl I knew when I was in my early twenties, very early twenties, like twenty. And probably she the first girl I was actually in love with. Her name was Fran and she was a car hop at a drive-in hamburger establishment (which will remain un-named). "Car hop" should give you the clue that this was many, many years ago when a lot of them did employ car hops. Anyway, some of this is autobiographical, but most of it isn't. I've changed the names and locations, but I don't know why since the odds of any of the participants actually reading this is probably a few millions -to-one. Lots of sex in this (LOTS more than in reality) so I've rated it a hard R.
The first time I ever saw Fran was the night that Tony and I decided to stop at the Burger World on East Colonial after leaving Smitty's. She was one of the carhops. And I think I fell in love with her the second I saw her. She didn't wait on us that time, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I think she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She had a smile that melted my heart and tied my guts into knots. And I was amazed at her gorgeous body: full, full breasts, nice legs, a flat stomach, and a REALLY nice round ass. The tight, white shorts the carhops had to wear fit her perfect!! She was everything I could ever want in a woman.
We went back the next night, but she wasn't there. I found out that it was her night off. But I made sure we went back the following night. That night we parked in her area. I don't even remember what I ordered or what I said to her. Watching her walk up to the car and then back to the window to turn in the order was more than enough to give me a hard on like I'd never had before. My throat was so tight I was surprised that I could talk at all.
Tony and stayed there about three hours. I guess we ordered coffee, and we must have drunk five cups. I was surprised that she was so friendly. After every customer she would walk back to see if we wanted anything else. If we didn't, she would hang around a little longer making small talk.
When we finally left, Fran asked me if I was coming back again. I told her I would be back every chance I could. And we did, every night. Tony usually drank a beer or two, so I did the driving. After a couple of weeks I got up the nerve to ask Fran if she wanted to go to a movie. I half expected her to say no, but she said she would be glad to. Her next night off was on Tuesday, and Tony let me have his car for the night.
I picked her up at her house a couple of hours before the show started so we could have time to eat supper. We went to Marios's Pizza. Then we drove to the Southside Drive In, and got there just as they were letting the cars in. We parked near the back, off to one side. There weren't too many cars there since it wasn't the weekend. I don't remember what we went to see, but about fifteen minutes after the movie started we started necking. I think I made the first move, but I can't be sure.
Fran had the most amazing lips. They were SO soft, but at the same time were firm and moist and pliable. I wasn't that experienced, but when our tongues met, it was like we were meant to be with each other. I didn't intentionally rub her breasts, but somehow, maybe with her help, I ended up caressing them. They were big, and soft, and firm, and so wonderful.
We stopped necking a couple of times, but for the most part of the three hours we were there we had our lips together. I never touched her cunt, but more than once her hand brushed my oh-so-hard dick, and not too lightly, either.
When the movie was over, I took her straight home. When we got to her house, I got out and walked her to the door. She took me off to the side away from the porch light and we kissed some more. This time we had our bodies against each other: her full breasts hard against my chest, our stomachs and thighs together, and my hard dick against her pussy. We were slowly moving our bodies together in a slow grind.
Without realizing it, my hands moved down her back and over her ass, pulling her pussy harder against my dick. I could hear her making little noises of passion. I started kissing her neck, but when I got to her ears, she pushed herself away. It was too much she told me. She was getting too turned on, and didn't want me to think she was the kind who does it on the first date. As hard as it was to stop, I didn't press it.
We talked a little more and finally said goodnight. Neither wanted me to go, but it was getting late, almost midnight, and I had to get up at six the next morning. I don't even remember driving back to my apartment. But I sure remembered everything else about that night. After I got in bed, it was more than I could stand. I had to jack off. And before I got up the next morning I did it again. I sure wanted Fran!
That evening Tony and I went to the BURGER WORLD for supper. Fran was supposed to be there, but had called in sick. After we ate I drove by her house, but her mother said she was over at her cousin's. I asked if Fran was okay and she said she was fine. Fran had told her it was her day off.
I was a little disappointed. I couldn't figure out why she was avoiding me. She may not have been, but I thought she was. Tony speculated that after last night (naturally, I told him all about it) she might be embarrassed to see me. I couldn't understand why she would be, I sure wasn't. With nothing else to do, we went back to Tony's house and watched TV.
Tony didn't want to go to BURGER WORLD the next night, so I went by myself, and Fran was there. I had borrowed Tony's car and parked in her area, but she sent Wanda over to wait on me. I asked Wanda why, but she didn't know. I stayed around about two hours trying to talk to Fran, but it was a pretty busy night, so she really didn't have the time.
I left about 7, but was back at 10:30, a half hour before they closed. Again, I parked in her area. This time she waited on me, but didn't wait around to talk. When she brought my coffee, I asked her if she was mad at me for some reason. She said no, but it was obvious something was wrong. When I asked her what she, naturally, said, "Nothing."
I asked her if she needed a ride home, but she said she was riding with Mary, her cousin. As she walked away I asked her if I could talk to her tomorrow before her shift began, she said, "We'll see." I told her I'd try to be there at 4:30 but she didn't say anything else.
We weren't able to get to the BURGER WORLD until 4:45. I didn't see Fran until a few minutes after five; she had been inside. When she waited on us, Tony and I ordered supper, but she wasn't very talkative. We hung around until 6:30. Just before we left I told Fran that I was going to keep coming back and pestering her until she told me what was wrong. After a few seconds she said that if I'd take her home Friday night we would talk.
I told her I'd be there. But I knew if I wanted to be alone with her, I would have to figure out some way to get Tony to let me have his car. Since they didn't close until midnight Friday night, maybe Tony would want to be in bed before then since we had to be at work at 7 Saturday morning.
Luckily, I figured right. We were at Smitty's Tavern until 11. So I just barely had time to get Tony back home so I could be at the BURGER WORLD before 12. I knew it would take her 15 to 20 minutes to clean up before she could leave, but I didn't want her to think I wasn't coming and make other arrangements to get home. I made there by 5 to 12. When I told her I was almost late, she said she knew I'd be there.
She didn't get finished until 12:30, I think she was dawdling, trying to put off our little talk as long as possible. When she got in the car I asked her where she wanted to go to talk. She said we could just park in front of her house. We were there in less than 10 minutes.
"Well," I said, after we'd been parked for a minute or two. "You have something you want to tell me?"
Fran still didn't say anything for a minute or two. She was trying, though. She would start and then stop, and start again, and stop again. Then, feebly she said, "I'm just trying to find the right words, so I won't sound so dumb or stupid."
Finally, she said, "Danny, you know I like you, I really do. And I know you like me, I guess. But ... after what we did the other night ... well, I'm kind of embarrassed, and ashamed, sort of...."
"But, why?" I asked.
"Because I don't want you to think that I'm that kind of girl. I'm not loose, or trashy. I have never done anything like that, and especially on the first date."
I thought that was a strange way to say something, that she hadn't done anything before, especially on the first date? But I didn't press it.
"I'm just having a hard time looking you in the eye," she continued. "I don't want you thinking that I am some kind of, I don't know, some kind of slut or whore."
"Fran," I said. "That is the last thing I would ever think about you. I must admit that I never expected us to go as far as we did, but we really didn't do anything, much. And besides, You don't know how flattered I was that you ... wanted me like that. I was walking on Cloud 9! I was on top of the world."
Fran smiled just a little and then got serious again. "Well, anyway, I think we ... I ... we just went too fast too soon, and maybe we should let things cool off for a while."
"What does that mean?" I asked. "That I can't see you any more? You don't want me to come by the BURGER WORLD?"
"No," she replied. "You can still come by, and we can still be friends. I just think we shouldn't go out any more, not for a while, anyway. You can take me home once in a while, if you want. But we just shouldn't date for a -- I don't know, maybe a month or so."
I didn't say anything right away, I just took a deep breath, not liking too much what she'd said. I really wanted to go out with her, mainly because I wanted more of the heavy making out. But maybe if I was around the BURGER WORLD a lot she would change her mind.
"Okay," I finally said. "So we'll be friends. But I want you to know that I care more about you than any girl I've ever known before. And I still want us to go out. But if you want to wait, then we'll wait."
"I hope you're not too mad. Well, I've got to go and you've got to get up early."
She leaned over, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and opened the car door. "You're really a special guy, you know that?" And she kissed me again, a little slower, with more affection, her hand on my cheek.
"See you tomorrow?" I asked.
"Goodnight," she said as she got out, "Sleep tight." Then she walked up to the house, turned and waved, and went inside.
I got back to my apartment sometime after 1 am., but didn't get to sleep until after 2. I had to get up at 6 to be at work by 7. After I got off, I stopped at Waffle World for lunch, and went back to the apartment for a nap. I slept from 1 until 4:30. After a shower I heated up some soup for supper.
I didn't go up to the BURGER WORLD that night. I could have walked there in about 30 minutes, but decided not to push myself on Fran. I watched TV 11, then read until midnight and went to sleep.
Sunday I did something I hadn't done in a long time: I caught the city bus downtown, walked to the Pancake House, bought a paper out of a rack, and ate breakfast as I read the paper. I finished both about 11:30 and decided to walk back home. I didn't do much the rest of the day, read, went to Waffle World for lunch, and back again for supper.
At 7 I went to the movies and saw a James Bond movie. It was over about 9:30 so I went back to Waffle World for pie and ice cream, and then went back to the apartment, took a shower and went to sleep.
Tony and I didn't get back to the BURGER WORLD until Tuesday, and it was Fran's night off. So we went to Smitty's to play Pinochle.
Tony had to work Wednesday night, so he let me take his car up to the BURGER WORLD. I got there about 5:30 and stayed until 9. Fran and I talked and joked and had a pretty good time, at least, I did. When I left I asked her if she needed a ride home, but she said she was riding with Mary, her cousin, who also was working Curb. I said good night and told her I'd be back.
The next few months were about the same. I only took her home four times, each time Mary came with us. And, of course, Tony was along (after all, it was HIS car), so there was no opportunity for anything more than a Thank You peck on the lips from Fran.
Things took a different turn one night when Fran called me. She wanted to know if I could come up to the BURGER WORLD. Tony was watching a movie on his TV, so he didn't mind if I took his car. When I got there, things were really in a mess. One of the other girls, Wanda, had accused Fran of stealing her tips. They had had words and one had slapped the other and a small fight had happened. They were back in the break area when it happened and no one else was there, so no one really knew who slapped first.
By the time I got there, the manager had decided that both girls should go home, which left him with only one left on Curb. Fortunately, it wasn't too busy, so one girl could handle it, but she would be running her ass off some of the time.
Fran left with me, but told me to follow Wanda. She still wanted to fight her. I followed her, but let her get away when I wouldn't run a red light. Fran was kind of pissed at me about that, but I told her she could get her the next time they left work together. She still wasn't happy, but was starting to cool off.
She didn't want to go home, it was only about nine. So we went riding around. She talked me into letting her drive. We must have gone 75 miles in the two hours she drove. She took me places I had never been, and probably could never find again if I wanted to. We only stopped once, and that was so I could buy $10 worth of gas. After a while she decided she was tired of driving, so I took her home. She didn't go right in, and we ended up necking some. Not as intense as before, but enough.
Just before she got out of the car, she didn't want me to walk her to the door, she asked when we were going to the drive-in again. I told her I didn't know, but I'd find out.
Things between Fran and Wanda stayed tense for a couple of weeks, most of the time they never looked at each other. Eventually, they started getting along.
Fran and I didn't get to the drive in until a week and a half later, on her Tuesday night off. I had to pay Tony $10 to let me use his car; I didn't mind at all.
This time we went to the Quail Trail drive in. And we actually watched the first movie. The second wasn't that good, so we started making out again. I decided that I wasn't going to be as passionate as I was before, I didn't want her to start thinking I thought she was an easy fuck.
But we both got caught up in the heat of things. I think she put my hand on one of her breasts, but I can't be sure. But whether she did or not, she didn't make me stop rubbing it. I was amazed at how soft they were. Somehow we ended up with me lying between her legs. My dick was rubbing her pussy, I am sure. She was wearing shorts, so I couldn't I couldn't get to her panties, which was probably a good thing.
I don't remember opening her blouse, or unfastening her bra, but I sure remember seeing and massaging her big, soft tits. And I remember her putting my face down to one of her nipples for me to suck on it. God! It was GREAT!!
"Oh, Danny!" Fran whispered. "I want you! I want you!"
"Me too!" I whispered back. "Oh, me too!"
But it wasn't to be. By the time we had gotten to this, the second movie was over, and cars, with their headlights on, were leaving. So we had to leave too. We stopped by Patty's Café for something to eat before I took her home. The whole way there, and to her house, she was sitting tight against me. She was continually rubbing my right leg from my knee up to inside of my thigh, almost touching my dick. My right hand was doing the same to her, except occasionally I would touch her pussy.
When we got to her house, I once again walked her to the door. But we went around to the side of her house, out of the light. We started kissing again, but this time her hands were every where -- rubbing my ass and then around to my dick, rubbing and squeezing it. I would do the same; I'd rub her ass and then her pussy. And once again her bra was unfastened, and I could massage her naked tits and squeeze her nipples.
I think we would have fucked right there, except a light came on in her house. Her mother was going to the bathroom, or checking to see if Fran was in yet. So, once again, we had to stop. And when I got back to the apartment, once again I had to jack off.
The next day when Tony and I went to the BURGER WORLD, Fran was in a very good mood. She told me to go around behind the building. She met me there and we kissed a couple of times. When her number was called for an order she gave my dick a quick rub and said "I'm getting some of that, soon!"
"I sure hope so!" I yelled after her.
Unfortunately, for me, we just could never get things worked out so we could have the time alone together.
Twice I managed to borrow Tony's car so we could go out, and both times she had to cancel. The first time because her mother got food poisoning and Fran spent the night with her at the hospital. The second time, about two weeks later, her period was starting and she had bad cramps.
I walked over to her house on one of her nights off, but her mother's boyfriend was there, and we had nothing to drive to get off by ourselves.
But we did spend a lot of time together, at the BURGER WORLD. The nights Tony didn't want to go up there because he had other places to go, I walked up there. It wasn't that far from my apartment and I could walk it in about 30 minutes. I would stay until 10 or 10:30. Mostly I would be out back on the picnic tables and whenever it got slow Fran would come back and we would kiss a little, hold hands, talk suggestively to each other, and kiss again. But nothing really happened.
I don't know whether it was because I didn't have a car, and we couldn't go out on her nights off, or because she just got tired of me, or what. But somehow, we slowly, at first, ever so slowly, were growing apart.
I first noticed it when Fran told me the second or third time that I shouldn't stick around because the BURGER WORLD was too busy for her to spend time with me. And the few times Tony and I could take her home, she said she had another ride. She said with her cousin, she was going to her cousin's to spend the night.
After several weeks of slowly being pushed away, I got suspicious and had Tony park across the highway from the BURGER WORLD, just to see what was going on; who she was going home with. It was a Saturday night, so they didn't close until 1 am. About 1:15, just about the time the Curb Girls had everything cleaned up, a white Ford Galaxie pulled into the parking lot. We saw Fran run up to the car, lean in and kiss whoever it was, run back inside and back out again with her purse. She got in and they drove off.
I felt like someone had kicked me in the gut. I couldn't talk, I could barely breathe. I wasn't mad, not yet, but I was in shock. I hadn't really thought that she would have another boyfriend, not after all the affection and kissing and all.
I don't remember us going back to the apartment. I remember getting into bed, but I don't remember falling asleep. I must have laid there for hours, my emotions jumping all around. I would get mad, and then sad, and pissed off again.
Sometime before I fell asleep, I decided to go back the next night and confront Fran. I wanted to know just who the hell that guy was, why she was kissing him, why she let him take her home, and why we weren't close like we used to be.
The next day at work I was really in a foul mood. I guess Tony told everyone what had happened, so, for the most part, everybody left me alone.
Just as I was leaving for lunch, my supervisor told me to take the rest of the day off. So for the next five or six hours I went over and over in my mind what I was going to say to Fran, and what I thought she would say. And in every instance she would apologize, admit she was wrong, and we would be back together, just like we used to be.
I didn't have any trouble talking Tony into taking me to the BURGER WORLD. What I had trouble with was trying to talk to Fran. I think she must have known I knew something, because she kept putting me off: too busy, wait just a little while. I finally caught her behind the building when she had to take an order back to the picnic tables by the lake.
"Alright, Fran." I demanded, "I want to know what's going on."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You know. Who was that guy in the white car last night. The one you kissed and left with."
"Kiss?" she asked, acting surprised. "I didn't kiss anybody."
"The Hell you didn't!" I almost shouted. "I saw you, Tony saw you!"
"What, are you spying on me, now?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
"Maybe," I answered. "Maybe not. But you still haven't told me what the Hell's going on."
Fran started to say something when her number was called over the P.A. to pick up another order.
"Okay," she said walking off. "I get my break in a little while. We'll talk then."
When I got back in the car, Tony asked me what she said. When I told him, he didn't act like he wanted to hang around not knowing how long it would be. So I told him to go on. I would stay to see what kind of explanation she had and then would walk back to my apartment.
After he left I went into the Florida room, ordered some coffee, and waited.
Fran wasn't able to get her break for over an hour, being that it was Friday night. When Bill told her to go on break, she told me to follow her out back again.
"His name is Louie," she started. "And I've known him a lot longer than I've known you. We used to date once in a while. He left and now he's back. He came over to the house a few times, we went out to eat some, and we just ... we found out that we get along."
"But what about you and me?" I asked. "We seemed to get along pretty good."
"Yes we did. But Louie and I get to go out and do things. I just got tired of you having to borrow Tony's car or just seeing each other at the BURGER WORLD. I like to go out to eat, go out dancing. You can understand that, can't you?"
"Yeah, I guess. But we could work something out. Maybe I can figure out somehow to get a car."
"But Louie HAS a car, and a nice one, too. And he has plenty of money. He's got a good job. You don't have anything."
"So that's all your interested in? Money and a car?" I asked.
"No, not just that, but it sure helps, and it makes things more fun. And I like Louie, I like him a lot. And I want to go out with him."
"And have sex with him?" I asked sarcastically.
"That's none of your Goddamn business." Fran said harshly.
"So what about us? What about you and me? I thought we...."
"Danny, right now, you just aren't what I want. I just don't have any place in my life for you. I like you, but that's all. Just friends."
"But," I started to say.
"No buts, Danny. Louie is in and you're out, period." And she turned and walked back to the front of the restaurant, and back to work.
I sat on one of the benches for almost a half hour, hoping Fran would come back and tell me she changed her mind, and it was me she wanted. But she never did
When I got back to the apartment, I laid down on the bed without turning on the light. I couldn't believe she had told me there wasn't any place in her life for me. It was at that moment that I let myself admit that I loved her. I loved her a lot, and always would. DAMN her!!
The next few weeks weren't very good ones for me. I wasn't mad, I was more depressed than anything. At work I would pull the order, unload any trucks that came in, but wouldn't play cards with the guys, I didn't joke around. After work I'd go home, and just listen to records or the radio or watch TV.
Tony asked me many times if I wanted to go out to Smitty's to play Pinochle, or go to the movies, or to Waffle World. But I refused.
Eventually, I began to come out of it. I started playing cards at work again. And Tony and I started going back to Smitty's. But I wouldn't let Tony stop at the BURGER WORLD on the way back. I didn't want to take a chance on seeing Fran. Occasionally we would go to the BURGER WORLD on Mills, or on Highway 30, or even out West 30 in Spring Hills. I still liked the food but I just wouldn't go to the BURGER WORLD Fran worked at.
As the weeks went by, I thought about Fran less and less. Once in a while I would get out the few pictures of her I'd taken when she was On Curb and let myself feel bad, but after a while I even stopped doing that. Sometimes I wondered what she did with the picture of me she had. Tony, Smitty and his wife and I were at Johnson Beach and we were taking pictures with my camera. Two were taken of me. In one I was leaning on Tony's car pretending to be drunk. The other I was walking up from the water. That is the one Fran had. Being that we were swimming, naturally I was in my bathing suit. And I didn't look too bad, if I say so myself. No Charles Atlas, but no fat and enough muscle to look pretty good.
Just about the time I thought I was over Fran, I ran into her. Tony, Smitty and his wife, and I decided to go to Johnson Beach one last time before it got too cold, it being the last week of September. We all went in Smitty's car since it was bigger than Tony's Falcon. And we split the cost of the gas, food and beer.
I hadn't been there but a couple of times, so I wanted to walk around the boardwalk, look at some of the stores, and to see if they had any penny arcades with girly shows. I was in one of the shops buying a Coke when Fran, and Louie, walked in. When I saw her, I just froze; I couldn't talk or move. And what made it so bad was that she was wearing a string bikini!
I had never seen her 95% naked before. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Her breasts were full, large, and her nipples were barely covered. The bottom just barely came above her pubic hair in front and showed the top of the crack in the back. Everything fit her TIGHT!
I just watched her walk around until I knew she couldn't help but see me, so I turned around and started looking at magazines. When she saw me, she called my name and walked over to me, apparently very glad to see me. She had one of her gorgeous smiles, and with no bashfulness, hugged me, all of her right up against me: her breasts into my chest, her stomach against mine (I just had a bathing suit on, no shirt), and her pussy and thighs pushed hard against me. If she wanted to feel me getting hard, she got her wish. But she didn't hold me too long, not with Louie with her.
"So, how're you doing?" she asked. "You look okay. You by yourself?"
My answers weren't anywhere near as cheerful as her questions. I tried to act like everything was cool, but I think she knew how I was feeling. I think she was acting overly-friendly on purpose. She introduced Louie, but we didn't shake hands, just barely nodded to each other. I don't think he liked the way she hugged me. We -- she, talked for a few more minutes and then Louie reminded her that they had to go -- someplace.
Before she left, she gave me another hug, not quite as intimate, but enough to let me know what I was missing. I watched her until she was out of sight; she sure had a great ass!
Feeling very depressed, and sorry for myself, I walked back to the car. Everyone was in the water, so I opened a beer and drank it down as fast as I could, and then opened another, drank it and opened a third. When they came back to the car, I was sitting in the back seat. Knowing something was wrong, Tony finally wormed it out of me. I simply told him I had seen Fran, and Louie.
He told Smitty, who told his wife. After none of them could get me to get out of the car to swim or go back to the boardwalk, they left me alone. About an hour later they decided to go back home. No one came right out and said so, but I knew they were blaming me for being a party pooper.
I didn't care.
Go to Fran - Part Two