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LOVERS LANE #3
------Sometimes I went to work at the grocery store west of the school at 4PM, other times 4:30PM. School was out at 3:30PM. Dollie lived east of town a mile or so, making her house maybe three miles from the high school near down town. On many of those days I had an hour I’d take Dollie home and we’d park in her dad’s drive way to kissy poo. Dad came home from work earlier a few times, honked, cussed, and got all upset because I was parked in his spot. He hated me and my car. Dollie’s dad told her little brothers to throw rocks at it if I parked there again. So I’d park in the road in front of the house. Her brothers and the neighbor kids would stare and tease us so I just dropped Dollie off and left.
--- Then we discovered lovers lanes. Lovers lane #2 was too far out of the way and lovers lane #1 only gave us time for a quickie. So we’d take a quickie in the park or shopping center parking lot on the way to Dollie‘s house. But this was not a good idea and we needed longer than five minutes. As far as I know no one watched us at the park or the store lots. But we occasionally saw guys wandering around nearby.
----I need to do some more splainin. The high school was near down town. I worked in a grocery store about six blocks even father west of the school. Dollie lived east over three miles from school and usually took the bus. But we needed to fuck so I’d use those one hour before work times to sneak in a quickie before taking Dollie home. Yes I already explained this. From the school to the city limits was about two miles where the two lane state highway made a hard right turn. After about 1 ½ miles the highway turned back left to head out of town east again. Dollie lived around 1 to 1½ miles past that left turn.
---Okay let’s back up to that first hard right on the two lane state highway. There was a narrow blacktop that went straight ahead at the bend. On that road, maybe a city block farther, was a slight hump and a diagonal RR track headed across the fields. All I’d ever taken that county road for before was to enjoy the Dukes of Hazard type hills in several places on the otherwise straight and flat road ten miles to the same little town the state highway farther over went. I know, the Dukes was not invented yet. But if you’ve ever dropped over a hill at a high speed you will remember how your tummy reacted like on a roller coaster. Every now and then we just had to do that! And later we would discover how much fun fucking was in the back seat as someone drove fast over those hills!
----It was while taking Dollie home one evening and needing that roller coaster thrill I discovered our own lovers lane about a mile or so down that county road. This lane was a little under two miles long. Straight as an arrow and flat as a board. The south end was at the state highway not more than a few car lengths from the turn off to Dollie’s subdivision.
This gravel road was as wide as those blacktopped county roads. The gravel did two things for us on all of those roads. We had a visual warning of dust when the weather was dry and we could hear tires on gravel all the way to both ends. Also that RR track crossed over about a city block before the highway. There was a small hump or hill on each side of the RR track. When dark the headlights of a car shining upward was an additional warning. When the fields were full of corn or other things lights from the north end seemed to glow and alert us. Add to this when a train was coming from the west we heard the whistle and soon saw and heard the train crossing the lovers lane. It gave us extra time for love making at times.
---This was mostly flat farm land with separate fences and gates along the lane to the fields. We soon found out that the land was owned and farmed by several different related farmers. Each entrance drive to the fields had the gate set in from the fence rows. The farmer could pull up to his gate with his plow, disc, etc. off the lane.
The few other kids who parked along this lane would back up to a gate, leaving maybe two car lengths between their bumper and the lane. Not private but the few farm tractor and pick up truck drivers just waved and passed on by. There were no houses along this lane but several farms were on the county road and the state highway.
---I was lucky enough to choose our very own parking drive about half way down the lane. I’d park on the west side of the road facing east toward the lane so the afternoon sun would not be in our eyes. I may have partly chosen that drive because there was about a two acre square shaped wooded area along the fence row. Believe me I had no idea back then it was two acres. We now own five acres in the Florida boonies so I sort of know. It just seemed cozier with that wooded area in the middle of all that flat farm land.
Again, no one bothered us as we sat there. I remember the first time Farmer Brown drove down the lane on his John Deere tractor pulling a disc or plow. We heard the tractor and sat up from our fucking. Keep in mind, Dollie usually wore a mini skirt or short shorts pulled up. I pulled my jeans to my knees. It took seconds to get dressed. Not knowing what to expect we jumped out of the Dodge and I opened the hood, pretending to tinker on the engine. Farmer Brown stopped on the lane, walked up, and asked if we needed help. I reached in and started the car, grinning. He left and we continued fucking in the back seat. Yea right. We sure fooled him! (Farmer Brown may or may not be real names. I could have called him Old MacDonald. )

As weeks passed, farmer Brown rode his tractor past now and then, smiling and waving. We’d be sitting in the back seat waving back. He knew! I’m sure! Sometimes farmer Brown and Mrs farmer Brown passed in their faded red old Chevy pickup and they’d honk and wave. At this time we had no idea who’s farm land we were blocking. There were a few other cars, trucks, and farm tractors occasionally passing on the lane.
I really don’t know how many months past. One day Farmer Brown and Mrs Brown stopped in the drive way in their red Chevy truck. They walked up as we sat up. They introduced themselves and told us all of this land belongs to the Brown family. As long as we don’t throw bottles, cans, and trash on the ground or along the lane we can park there. Both went on to explain that they have reported a few kids for littering. Wow! Now we had permission to fuck along lovers lane!