Beautiful?

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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.