Blake Dreams in Video
The saying is, "youth is wasted on the young." And in my experience, there's most certainly truth to that maxim. But every once in a while, even a young man can recognize an enriching (or at least a
must
-do) opportunity staring him in the face and not fail to pursue it. This is an example of that.
It was summer. Blake lived in flyover country in the Deep South. He was probably the only Public Enemy fan in his neck of the woods and that summer their song "Fight the Power" was on heavy rotation in his old Mazda.
1989 the number, another summer, get down to the sound of the funky drummer...
Blake was chilling at his sister's house one hot afternoon when his phone rang. "Hey, do you mind picking me up from work tonight?" Brandy asked. "Hannah borrowed my car to run up to Atlanta to pick up a camcorder."
"Sure," Blake responded. "But why is she going all the way up there for a camcorder? She can get one up at the Circuit City, I'm sure."
"It's for school," Brandy said. "She's taking a film course at State this fall and they've got a pre-semester project to do. Plus, I think she just wants to kind of mess around with it, make home movies and artsy stuff that she likes, you know...".
"Cool," Blake said, lighting a cigarette. "What time you get off?"
"Can you be here at like 7:15?" Brandy asked. "That should give me enough time to change and close out, etc."
"No prob, see ya then," Blake said.
Blake hung up the cordless and went back to TV watching. Flipping channels aimlessly, he settled on a pro wrestling broadcast and snubbed out his cigarette. Within about 15 minutes, he was snoozing.
"Hey, Blake!" Jimmy said, startling Blake from his slumber.
"Oh, hey!" Blake shouted, coming to and suddenly shuffling about in his sister's Lay-Z-Boy. "'Sup? I don't think Natalie's home at the moment."
Jimmy was his sister Natalie's longtime boyfriend. He and Blake were pretty tight, having played in bands over the years.
"It's cool," Jimmy said, laughing. "I just got back in town from Florida. I'm kinda road weary, gonna run upstairs and shower, make something to eat. What you got planned this evening?"
Blake paused for a moment as his head cleared. "Fuck, what time is it?" Blake asked, panic rising.
"Right at 7," Jimmy said, checking his watch.
"Fuck!" Blake said again, jumping up from the recliner in a single motion. "Gotta split. Thank god you woke me! Brandy doesn't have her car and she'll have my balls if I'm late picking her up again."
Blake fumbled about with his wallet and keys as he hustled toward the garage door.
"Tell Natty I'll check her later," he said as he exited into the garage.
"Sure thing, bro," Jimmy said, watching Blake walk out.
Blake was a speed demon around his small hometown, but he needed to pull some extra tricks to get to Brandy's work in 15 minutes. She worked at Simpson's, a discount retail chain store in a small strip mall just outside town. He figured he could make it with maybe a minute to spare if he ran a couple red lights and hauled ass through a few neighborhoods.
Luckily for him, it was midweek and rather dead that night, so traffic was light and cops weren't out in force. And sure enough, after committing about five or so "lose-your-license" level moving traffic violations, he saw Brandy's figure exiting the store just as he entered its gargantuan parking lot.
He pulled up to the curb and gave her a nonchalant waive and a smile. He noted she looked hot as usual, her long dark hair buoyant in the early evening light, while her blouse was high-hemmed and her tight jeans rested just below her hips, showing her tanned midsection and ass.
She said she was half Puerto Rican and she certainly looked and acted the part. She was a petite, dusky little firecracker, with a dirty mouth and sometimes a temper. She had nicely proportioned tits for her size. She smiled as she got in his car.
"Yo," she said, adjusting her seatbelt. Blake welcomed her spicy scent as she settled in. "Thanks again!" she added. "I coulda asked Kevin to give me a ride, but I figured you were game." She turned to look at him with a smirk as he negotiated the car toward the exit.
"Game? Babe, I'm one of the good ones. You know it ain't no thang. And fuck Kevin!" he responded, smiling back. "Actually,
don't
fuck Kevin. If you don't mind..."
Kevin was her manager. He and Blake weren't exactly enemies, but they'd played on rival teams growing up and had something of a rivalry. Blake knew Kevin was into Brandy and, while he presumed and hoped he had first dibs on her, he didn't take anything for granted. He and Brandy weren't "official," as the kids said, but for the last six months or so they'd been pretty much exclusive with each other. At least as far as Blake knew.
They stopped at the exit to the parking lot and, as Blake looked both ways, he suddenly felt Brandy's hand on his inner thigh. He turned on his blinker and looked over at her with raised eyebrows.
"Yes, m'lady," he asked dramatically.
She had turned to face him, her expression more serious. She slid her hand up his thigh, his cock suddenly stiffening and straining against his jeans. Her fingers reached his bulge. She pressed on it slightly. She certainly had his attention now.
"So ..." she started. "You know how Hannah got that camera?" She asked.
Blake looked back and saw that traffic was clear, so he turned left from the lot.
"Yeah, for school, or something?" Blake responded.
"Yeah," Brandy said. Now she was tracing her fingers over his dickhead, his member fully erect within his unexpectedly tight pants. "So, she and I were talking and...." She paused as they continued uptown.
Blake looked back over at her. She was grinning like a little devil.
"And...?" he asked. Suddenly, a car pulled out in front of them and he had to slow rapidly. Once they resumed their previous speed, Blake felt Brandy fully cupping his package, which was now throbbing exquisitely within her grip. She squeezed his balls and he felt an explosion of sweet pain through his groin.
"By the way, we're gonna crash if you keep that up," Blake said playfully. He pretended to be focused on safely operating the car, feigning a professional air as Brandy toyed with his aching junk.
"We wanna make a porno!" Brandy exclaimed. "You, me and Hannah. Tonight!"
This was not what Blake was expecting. Not by a longshot. Not that he wasn't into it. It was just a total surprise.
He'd known Hannah longer than he'd known Brandy. And while he certainly didn't consider Hannah unattractive ... yeah, she was pretty and had a nice body, but wasn't she ... a little butchy? She never wore makeup. She always wore ripped up jeans and t-shirts.
"So, like a threesome?" Blake asked.
"Well, she'll be the cameraman, you know?" Brandy answered. "But .... Would you be cool if she, like, took part?"
