One Saturday in May 1980 when I was 18 years old, I was riding a municipal bus in my suburban hometown. In a seat not far from me was a very attractive female who looked to be about two or three years older than I was. She was so good looking that I couldn’t help but be fixated by her. My focus on her turned out to be a great benefit for her (and later for me, but I’m getting ahead of myself).

As the bus came to a scheduled stop, a scumbag passenger who was leaving the vehicle suddenly grabbed this young lady’s purse and ran out the door with it. The girl had set her bag on a vacant seat beside her and was unaware of what had happened—until I shouted, “Hey! That guy stole your purse!” I wasn’t supposed to get off at that stop, but I immediately did to pursue the thief. He had about a 50-yard head start when I began to chase him. The culprit was a rather heavyset man, so even though I wasn’t especially fast on my feet, I knew I would catch up to him eventually. Nevertheless, I yelled at some bystanders ahead of me that the man who was running towards them with a small black purse in his hands had just stolen it. A few civic-minded folks deftly blocked the thief’s way. I and two others tackled him to the ground. (For good measure, I angrily punched him in the mouth.  I was always a believer in swift justice!) The police were called and the miscreant was taken into custody.

When I turned around, I was surprised to see that the bus was still paused at the stop. I re-boarded it—to a round of applause from the dozen or so other riders—while the girl got off the bus to retrieve her property. The bus driver used his radio to report what had happened. He said he was required to submit an official report about the attempted theft, so he initially wrote down my name and phone number so I could be contacted about the incident for an interview sometime in the near future. The girl, when she returned to the bus, was told the same thing. Then it dawned on the purse’s owner that I was a heroic figure. She kissed me on the cheek—which led to another round of applause. I was a bit embarrassed by the attention, but I did enjoy the kiss. “Thank you,” I said to her rather shyly.  She got off the bus two stops after it resumed its route. I got off at the terminal where I had to change buses to get home.

The driver intercepted me, however. He suggested the paperwork would be sped up greatly if I went with him to provide a statement in person to his supervisor. To be helpful, I did. It was a more complicated process than I imagined.  I had to complete a form where I gave my contact information.  Then I was handed a pad of lined paper and wrote down a detailed account of what had occurred and signed it.  Then I read it aloud into a tape recorder.  When I finished giving my formal account of what had happened, I looked at my watch and realized that my bus transfer had expired. When I asked the supervisor if I could get it extended, he smiled. He rewarded me for my good citizenship by handing me a bus pass for the rest of the day plus two other similar full-day passes that could be redeemed whenever I desired on some future dates. I sincerely thanked him, shook his hand, and caught the next bus departing on my route.

In Monday’s newspaper, there was a brief story in the local news section about the purse-snatcher who had been apprehended by alert citizens, including a bus passenger, but there were no names mentioned. I didn’t care about getting any recognition for my part in the bad guy’s arrest. To me the incident was over and done. However, I got a phone call at dinnertime, which my mother answered. She handed the receiver to me.

“Some girl wants to talk to you, Jamie,” Mom told me. That was a rarity in my life, so I eagerly took the telephone from her hand.

“Is this James Weston?” It was indeed a female voice on the line—one I did not recognize. I affirmed that I was he.

“Hi! This is Marlene Carraway,” she said. “You don’t know me by name, but I was the passenger on the city bus this past Saturday who had her purse stolen.”

“Oh, wow!” was all I could think to say to her.

She continued, “I got your number from the bus supervisor. I’m calling to thank you for your big part in helping to catch the thief. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

“Oh, I was just being a good citizen,” I said modestly. Then I inquired, “Was anything missing from your purse when you got it back?”

“No, thank heavens!” she stated. “That was very fortunate because the purse had more than $1,000 in it. I was heading to my bank to deposit it.”

“Jeez, that’s a lot of cash to be carrying around!” I commented.  Indeed, it was an enormous sum in 1980.

“In my job I deal with a lot of cash transactions,” Marlene coolly stated without elaborating further. “Anyway, I think you deserve a reward for what you did.”

“The supervisor at the bus station gave me a couple of all-day transit passes as a reward,” I informed her.

Marlene laughed at that remark. “Yeah, I know. He told me that when I asked for your telephone number. In my opinion, that’s the very least he should have done,” she said. “He thinks he’s being generous, but I want to give you a reward, too.”

“I don’t want any money,” I declared. “I was glad to do a good deed for you.”

She lowered her voice noticeably. “This doesn’t involve money,” she said. “I have something else for you instead. It’s something you truly deserve.”

As a perpetually horny 18-year-old male, I sincerely hoped the reward she was going to give me was exactly what I was picturing in my fertile imagination. I had no idea how to respond to her. Several seconds went by before I managed to utter, “Oh, alright.”

Marlene continued, “Good!  If you come to my home tonight at 8 p.m., I’ll give it to you.” She told me she lived in a housing complex that was located across town. She gave me the address and the unit number which I promptly jotted down.

I said I’d use one of my complimentary bus passes to get there. She laughed and said she looked forward to seeing me again in about two-and-a-half hours.

Part Two

It was 5:30 p.m. when I got Marlene’s phone call. My parents, my little sister, and I were just about to eat our Chinese food delivery that had arrived moments before the phone rang. Everyone in my family knew all about Saturday’s incident on the bus and had overheard the telephone conversation I'd just had, so they knew it was somehow related to the purse theft.

“Guess what? That was the girl whose purse was stolen,” I told them before they could ask me about the caller. “She is very thankful and wants to give me a reward for what I did. I told her I didn’t need to be rewarded, but she insists on it. She wants me to be at her home at 8 p.m. tonight to get it.” I deliberately left out that Marlene had specifically told me it was not a monetary reward.

“It’s good that you told her you didn’t want to be rewarded,” Mom said. “But if she insists...”

Dad had the same idea I had. I had told Dad about the bus incident at a different time than I told Mom, so he had gotten a couple of details from me that Mom had not:  I had told him the purse's owner was extremely attractive and the only reason I'd witnessed the brazen theft was because I was fixated on her. “You told me she was quite a looker, right? Jamie, I hope you get an excellent reward from her—and I mean a really excellent reward!” he said. Then he punched me on the shoulder and started to laugh loudly.

Mom gave Dad quite a dirty look, then she turned her attention back to me. “Jamie,” she asked suspiciously, “how come you didn’t mention this young lady’s good looks to me but you did to your father?”

I could feel my face slowly turning red.  I didn’t really have a good answer for her. “I just thought Dad would like to know,” I stated.  That remark caused Dad to laugh again.

My sister, Emily, who was nine years old, angrily asked me, “Does this mean you wouldn’t have chased the purse-snatcher if the girl had been ugly?” Now Dad was really laughing at the can of worms he had opened up.

Mom answered Emily for me. “It doesn’t mean that at all.” After a momentary pause, she added with some hesitation, “Am I right, Jamie?”

Dad continued to laugh. Then I finally came up with an acceptable answer. “I honestly didn’t have time to think about such things. I just reacted to seeing her purse being stolen.”

“Well, I hope that was the case,” Mom said, not entirely believing me. “She’ll probably give you some sort of gift certificate. That’s what I expect.”

Dad, who was thoroughly enjoying the conversation, put in his two cents. “I doubt it will be a gift certificate! I expect it will be this...” He opened up his left hand and made a fist with his right hand. He then pounded his fist into the open palm five times, making a smacking sound with each blow. Then he started to laugh loudly again. I couldn’t help but laugh, too.

Mom was not amused at all and let us know why. “For heaven’s sakes, you two!” she chastised us. “This is hardly an appropriate conversation for a nine-year-old girl to hear.”

“Mom, I don’t get it at all,” Emily responded. “Does Dad think the girl is going to punch Jamie?”

Part Three

I did use one of my complimentary bus passes to get to Marlene’s address. I got there with about ten minutes to spare. I noticed it was located in a bit of a sketchy area of town. Still, the housing complex seemed to be a happy and lively place where there were plenty of kids playing in their yards and adults sitting nearby watching them. I found her unit, #34, without too much trouble. I didn’t have to knock; Marlene was looking through her window, saw me approaching, and opened the door.

“Please come in, James!” she told me. “I’m so glad you could come here tonight.”

I told her to call me Jamie, as that was how my family and friends always addressed me. She immediately said, “Lucy, come and meet James...I mean Jamie, our hero.”

From the hallway emerged a girl of about 18 years who was obviously related to Marlene. They looked very similar and were equally attractive brunettes with wavy hair. Lucy’s tresses were slightly longer than Marlene’s. Both had nice figures and faces that were quite pretty, too. To my delight, Marlene embraced me warmly and so did Lucy.

“Jamie, this is Lucy, my little sister,” said Marlene as a formal introduction. “We are both so happy that you took the initiative to stop that horrible man from stealing my purse. As I told you on the phone, there was quite a bit of money in it. It would have been awful to lose it all to that thief.”

“Do you have some type of sales job?” I asked.

“In a way,” Marlene said coyly.

Lucy quickly said, “Come on, Marlene, let’s be honest with him! Jamie, we are prostitutes. We are paid to have sex with men we don’t know. We make a lot of money because we are good at it.  We’re not ashamed of it, either.”

I quickly sat down on the nearest chair, realizing that Dad had been entirely correct in his assumption. I said, “I’ve never met a prostitute before. How old are you two?”

“If you must know,” said Marlene, “I am 21 years old and Lucy is 18. We’ve been doing this for three years. We left home together at the same time because it was unbearable there and this is what we’ve been doing in those three years to make a living.”

I didn’t really want to hear their life stories, so I attempted to change the subject. “So...you want to give me a reward...” I said.

Marlene suddenly sat on my lap, placed her hand on my crotch, and squeezed my penis through my blue jeans. “Can you guess what it is?” said Marlene with a sarcastic tone in her voice. When I didn’t answer right away, she elaborated. “Which one of us do you want to fuck for an hour? That is your reward from us.” She softly kissed me on the lips as a bonus.

I was thrilled with the idea, of course. I said, “This is such a difficult choice to make! You are both so beautiful and sexy. Don’t you have any customers tonight?”

“No,” Marlene answered. “Lucy’s last customer left an hour ago not long after my last one, so you have your choice.”

Lucy then made a wonderful suggestion. “Let’s do a threesome, Marlene. We haven’t done that for a while. Jamie’s a sweetheart—and we could use the practice.”

Showing that I could hardly contain myself, I declared, “Practice makes perfect!” Both girls laughed at my witty comment.  More importantly, Marlene happily agreed to her sister’s great idea.

They led me to a room that had a king-size bed as its most prominent feature. Marlene asked, “So, Jamie, you say you’ve never had sex with a prostitute before?”

Without even thinking about concealing the truth, I blurted, “I’ve never had sexual intercourse with any girl before!” Then I felt my face turning red again. I added, “Hey, I live a bit of a sheltered life.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Jamie,” Lucy said. “Marlene and I get a lot of sexual first-timers. I usually break them in. It’s fun to see how they react to their first fuck. Let me help you get undressed.”

Within a minute I was completely naked and happily lying on the huge bed with my dick proudly pointing skyward. “I see you have a healthy penis that works well,” Lucy said with a smile. She continued to grin at me as she removed her undergarments. She had a shapely pair of jiggly breasts and a shaved pussy. Marlene also disrobed. Their builds were almost identical, with Marlene being slightly taller than her younger sister. Both were lovely specimens of youthful femininity and were quite desirable. I could see why they were doing well in this sordid business. Marlene seemed to be the one in charge as she instructed Lucy, “Get him started and I’ll join you in a couple of minutes.”

Thus, Marlene sat at the edge of the bed while Lucy positioned herself between my legs. She gently fondled the shaft of my penis, stroking it sensually. Wow, did this feel great already! She then placed her mouth on my dick and began to suck on it. “Ooh, I like your dick, Jamie,” she cooed. “It’s so firm.” That it was!

Seconds later Lucy straddled me, grabbed my shaft and stuck it into her bald vagina. It was the best feeling I had ever had, surpassing the brief blow job I had just received from her. She started to move up and down. “Play with my tits, Jamie. It’s all part of the fun!” Lucy said. I acquiesced without a moment’s hesitation.

Lucy’s breasts were marvelous. Her nipples were easy to arouse. She stopped bouncing and leaned forward for me to suck on them for a minute or two. While I was thoroughly enjoying the sucking and fucking, I put both my hands on Lucy’s bum and gave her cheeks an affectionate squeeze. “I like that, Jamie!” she said.

Then Marlene joined in. She started by caressing my balls while her sister joyfully rode my stiff rod. “Do you want to lick my pussy, Jamie, honey?” she asked me sweetly.

“Of course!” I replied enthusiastically. Marlene moved forward and separated her thighs across my happy face. Now it was Marlene’s breasts I was fondling. They had a slightly different feel to them than her younger sister’s terrific tits, but they were just as wonderful to caress. With a few strokes of my tongue Marlene began to get wet, which she acknowledged. “Oh, you know how to use your tongue on a woman, Jamie. You are doing just great.” I felt like a prize pupil who had just been praised by his math teacher.

I couldn’t take much more pleasure before exploding in rapture. “Girls, I’m going to come!” I predicted. “It will happen any second now!” Lucy dismounted me and began to stroke my dick a little harder than she had earlier. Marlene also moved down my body so her face was in the firing line. “Shoot your cum on me, Jamie. I want it!” she said in a breathy voice. So, I did.

These sisters had obviously done this before. Lucy jerked me off so that I would come all over Marlene’s pretty face. What a feeling and what a sight! I was groaning and breathing heavily. It was one of the best cum shots I had ever experienced. Of course, this was the first time I had the pleasure of launching it into or onto a real, live girl. The others had occurred via my jerking off to imaginary females or to sexy stories and pictures in pornographic magazines that I had secretly bought. Fucking Lucy and coming on Marlene’s face was definitely a step up.

I happened to glance at a clock. It was 8:17. I hadn’t lasted very long. “Oh, man,” I despaired. “That only took about 15 minutes.”

“Hey, for a first-timer, that’s quite excellent,” Lucy assured me. “I’ve had several newbies who didn’t even get their pants off before they came.” She laughed at the memory. Then she kissed me tenderly. I returned the kiss...and she kissed me again.

“Marlene, you can leave us alone,” Lucy told her older sister. “I’m going to give our hero Jamie a full hour of fun in bed even though he’s already come.  He's a nice guy.  I like him!”

Lucy kept her word; we amused ourselves until nearly 9 p.m. I happily licked her lower regions and she brought my dick to another firm erection with a skillful hand job. This time I mounted Lucy and gave her a traditional missionary-style fucking—at least that’s what my porno mags said it was called. I pulled out of her pretty pussy just before I came strongly again, splattering a pool of my cum near her navel. Afterward, I helped clean her with a towel.

Lucy kindly told me, “Jamie, you are a gentleman...and a great fucker for a newbie. You did very well tonight.” I profusely thanked both my fuck buddies for a new and wonderful evening of carnal pleasure. Then I rushed out the door to catch the 9:10 p.m. bus to start me on my way home. I got to the stop only about 30 seconds before the bus did.

When I arrived home around 10 o’clock, Emily was already asleep, but my parents were waiting for my arrival. They were casually sitting in the living room sipping coffee. Mom immediately asked what I had received as my reward from Marlene. Luckily for me, I had wisely used my time on the bus to come up with a phony but believable reply that would satisfy her.

I said, “Here’s what happened: Marlene put out a plate of cookies for us to enjoy with hot tea. We had a pleasant talk. She asked me what my favorite treat was. When I said that I enjoyed anything chocolate, Marlene said she was going to buy me a $20 gift certificate for Tasty Treats and Sweets.” That was a popular local business that was renowned for the pricey chocolate goodies they made. I further told Mom that Marlene would call me when she gets it. "I told her that would be a wonderful gift, and I thanked her in advance."

“See,” Mom said to Dad and me with satisfaction, “I told you that your reward would be a gift certificate. You two both have dirty minds.” About 30 seconds later, the phone rang in the kitchen, so Mom got up from her chair and left the living room to answer it.

With mom momentarily absent, Dad took the opportunity to whisper to me, “Jamie, be truthful with me. That tale about tea and cookies...that was just a bullshit story to keep your mother happy, wasn’t it?”

I smiled, nodded, and quietly pounded my right fist into my left palm five times.