Jesus!!! Andy again?
This story starts out as a rant then morphs into one of those typical teen-age lust stories. Keith and Andrew were 17, and at the beach with Andrew’s dad, step-mother, two step-sisters and each of the step-sisters had a friend tagging along. They were staying at a condo in Cherry Grove, which is 30 some miles up Highway 17, which was also called King’s Highway which will make any Tom Petty fan feel that is the one it was written about though that is extremely doubtful, from what is essentially the most popular area of Myrtle Beach, meaning shops/restaurants and such. This took place in 1989.
For the most part, the whole group would eat dinner as a group out at a random restaurant, whether it was a steak house, Dick’s, one of the multitude of seafood joints. There wasn’t really a set plan. Now, the sets of step-sisters, one was around 15, and one was 9 or 10, so completely different dynamics. The older one, and her friend, tried to tag along with Keith and Andrew as much as they could, but the boys, would prefer to head out on their own. With a curfew that wasn’t set in stone and a bag phone (yeah this dates the story), they could if they needed to. Andy (Andrew Dilger Jackson III), Andrew’s father, said that they older kids could drink beer/wine-coolers if they stayed around the condo-complex, but that place was dead. Other than taking a walk on the beach and hooking up with another bored to death teenager (if you could find one), there wasn’t much to do. He also said, that if you can find any, and bring it home, then go for it (more on that later, I promise).
As it was said before, Cherry Grove was 30 some odd minutes away from where they would typically eat. Now Andrew, who at times was called Andy, like his daddy, Jackson, like his grand-daddy and Kelly usually just referred to him as Fat-aye . Spelling as close to it sounded as I can. Well, Andrew, was particular about where he would take a dump. A lot of people are like that. Most people certainly won’t use the facilities if they are nasty looking. The thing that makes this whole story odd was that he was using a strange toilet at the condo unit. It wasn’t his own personal throne like at home. Given, it would be cleaner than the average Myrtle Beach public/semi-public restroom, but each night after eating, they’d have to drive all the way back to Cherry Grove just so he could vacate himself. Keith was like God Damn Andy, just squat and shit. Your ass cheeks/balls etc. will never come into contact with anything.
Andy wouldn’t have any of it. Pulling out of the Farmer’s Daughter, a southern home-styled eatery, onto 17 they headed north back to Cherry Grove A-G-A-I-N. They are in his Blazer and the pull up at a light an there are two girls in convertible VW. Andy is like I know you. The driver, is like “You Do?” he’s like “Yeah I met you about a month ago during senior week. I was with Jerry & Lloyd”. She’s like “You do know me with a smile.” She says to pull over at Kroger’s so they can talk. He balks at the idea and says that he is at the beach with his parents and has to meet them at the condo before they are free to do whatever that night. Keith is like God Dammit Andy again? Andy lets her know that he has his Dad’s bag phone and that he can call her (like every teenager had their dad’s bag phone at the time). She’s like well meet us at 8:30 at Myrtle Beach High School. He’s like okay, where is it. She points to a McDonald’s and says it’s right after that at 38th avenue, turn right and then another right on Grissom Parkway and you can’t miss it.
They head back to Cherry Grove and while Andrew is enjoying his Throne for a week, Keith is sitting on the couch talking to Andy and Berta. Andy looks so thrilled to have the girls with him tonight, he’d be just as happy sitting on the porch with a bottle of Cuttysark or some other Scotch or adult beverage. Needless to say a night at the Pavilion was soon to start. Gina, the eldest stepsister comes out and asks Keith if there was any way that her and her friend Renae could tag along with them for the evening. Keith simply said it’s not my decision to make. Andrew comes out of the hallway from the bedrooms and Andy and Abbie-Lynn(short for Abagail-Lynn) the youngest step=sister and yes you have to read her name as it is pronounced by her southern mother with about 19 syllables) both crack joke about hoping that he sprayed. Then Gina and Renae try to butter him up in trying to talk him into letting them tag along. At, 17 the only way he was going to allow this to happen would have been if he was to hook up with Renae, and pass his step-sister off to Keith. The fact that Keith and Renae had hooked up a few times already that week he knew that wasn’t going to happen so he said he was going to meet someone he met during senior week (it should be noted that he went with some members of the class of 89, even though he just finished his junior year. The girls aren’t happy, because they’d much rather spend the night following the guy around more than being substitute baby sitters.
So off they go to Myrtle Beach High School, home of the fighting Seahawks, Seachickens or some other sea creature with a feather or four. Even though Andrew wrote down the directions he was having trouble reading his own writing, but Keith reminded him of which way to go. They pull in and spot the jet black VW convertible and the two girls sitting inside.
Tammy, the driver, aged 18, was about 5’8, and it’s impossible to judge a girls weight. She had some curves, and they were in all the right places, short straight brown hair and brown eyes and the tan one would expect of a teenaged Myrtle Beach native. She was wearing a pair of those satin/checkered Umbro Soccer shorts and a Myrtle Beach Class of 89 t-shirt. Stacy aged 17, the passenger, was about 5’2ish, slimmer, small perky breasts, just a smaller girl in general, shoulder length blonde curly hair and was wearing one of those denim jumper type/overall skirt type sets with a t-shirt underneath. Stacy also had the tan of a Myrtle Beach native.
The group of 4 walked over to a picnic table in an area that Tammy called the quad, and they stat their and talked. Tammy asked Andrew about Jerry & Lloyd and a couple of others that crossed her path during senior week. Andrew started to massage Tammy’s shoulders and then whispered in her ear to show him around the campus. Keith asked Stacy if she wanted to join them and she said her legs were tired from running earlier. Evidently she was a member of the Myrtle Beach track and cross country teams, and Keith, ran track, but mostly did field events, but would run hurdles and the 100 meter dash at times just to accumulate points. For a big guy, he could move.
Andrew and Tammy started to walk around the track and she was talking about looking forward to starting college at the College of Charleston in the fall, and Andrew wasn’t sure what his college future would hold, said he might end up at a community college, if he didn’t get any offers to play golf. The Myrtle Beach Middle School bordered the high school property and Andrew saw the playground area so they walked over and he started to push them her in a swing. Then they stopped and started to kiss, Andrew’s hands were going all over the place. Butt, boobs, legs, back, boobs, crotch, which got halted since Tammy said her Aunt Flo was visiting. Well, this sorta bummed Andrew out and he looked down at his watch and said that he had to pick up his step-sister and her friend at the Magic Attic, which was a lie. They headed back to the picnic table.
As they got closer, they were walking up from behind, they could tell that Stacy was sitting on the table and had her feet up on the edge and had her back arched back as Keith was eating her pussy. This started out ever so innocently when Keith offered to massage Stacy’s aching legs for her. The straps to the jumper were down and her t-shirt was pushed up as he was playing with her nipples as his tongue deep into her pussy. Andrew and Tammy then kicked a can while walking up to get their attention. Stacy’s legs shut really quickly and she pulled her shirt down and reattached her straps. Keith had a look of evil in his eyes as he wiped his mouth clean of Stacy’s creamy wetness. Nothing like being cock blocked. Andrew reminded Keith that they needed to pick up Gina and Renae and Keith had a “what you talking about Andrew? look on his face. Tammy could tell that Andrew was wanting to get out of there. Keith kissed Stacy good bye, they exchanged #’s, but I don’t think their paths ever crossed again. The VW sputters out of the parking lot first followed by the Blazer. Keith starts yelling at Andrew asking what the fuck his deal was could he not see what was going on when they walked up. He’s like yeah but she’s on the rag, and Keith was like well why didn’t you get her to blow you, and Andrew quickly said well she did jerk me off. Keith was like that must be nice, since he was sitting in the car with a stiff cock. Andrew then starts quizzing Keith about the Stacy. Keith was like well you saw most of everything that happened, and he’s like now what were her tits like. Keith kept it simple. They were small. Really firm and perky but small. They were nice. What about her pussy Andrew continues to quiz him. Did her curtains match the drapes, and Keith stoically says yes. Andrew continues on by saying she looks like she got really wet. Yes Andy you pervert she was really wet. The bag phone rings, and its Andy III, actually asking for Andrew to pick up Gina and Renae at Myrtle Square Mall where they had watched Weekend at Bernie’s and to stop by and pick up some doughnuts at Krispy Kreme on the way home.
Andrew looks and says see he was going to call anyway. Keith, was like well the phone was in the car, so it’s not like you were going to hear it right away. Keith just shakes his head as he watched highway 17 pass by the window on the way to the mall.