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     Not getting an opportunity to be with Robbie again was probably one
of the most frustrating things that happened to me as I was discovering
my own sexuality.  The second was the decidedly mysterious disappearance
of the electric vibrator and the penis shaped dildo from under my parents'
bed.  As already mentioned, I looked the house over for them.  Wherever
they were, I was unable to find them.
     Once, when I was in a Sears store, I saw a vibrator very similar to
the the one that was under the bed.  The attachments were similar, but
not exactly the same.  I considered taking some money out of my savings
account and springing for the $14.95 plus tax.  It was the fear of
embarassment that kept me from going ahead with it.  I just knew that I
would get that "knowing" look from the sales clerk.  It never dawned on
me that a vibrator was really untilized for things other than sexual
release.  After I moved away from home, I finallt bought one -- by mail
order.  Much to my surprise and delight, the thing came with a catalog
full of other goodies, but what caught my eye immediately was the big
pink penis-shaped dildo.  Needless to say, I ordered it, as well as a 9"
white plastic model.
     It's just that it was particularly tough in the early days after my
experience with the vibrators.  Robbie had only succeeded in enhancing my
appetite for sex.  It was not long before I had actually determined that
I was an irrepressible sexual being.  Furthermore, it seemed impossible
to escape the mind set that came with that realization.  Oh, I don't
believe I was ever really as much obsessed by sex as I was impressed by
it.  I had just seemed to developed an appetite for the feelings that I
had so recently discovered.  As to obsession, I left that to my feelings
for the only guy in my life up to that time -- Robbie.  I wanted him to
do "it" to me so badly that I would be extremely uncomfortable anytime
he was around.  It's just that we were never alone.  He would look at me
sometimes and smile and I took it as a promise that we shared special
feelings that would one day be consummated in the ultimate sexual coupling.
     By Thanksgiving, I had finally given in to my blossoming urges and
attempted several times to masturbate to climax with only my hand as a
vehicle.  It turned out not to be an easy task.  Strange, but I've never
really discussed that with any other girls.   wonder if they had the same
difficulty.  The problem was one of time.   Usually I would be too sore
to continue after fifteen or twenty minutes of trying to reach an orgasm.
The first time I actually achieved one with my fingers, I was so exhausted
that the pleasure was so fleeting that if I had never had an orgasm before,
I might not even have recognized it.
     The breakthrough came one night as I was getting ready for bed.  I
noticed a jar of vaseline in the medicine chest.  I had been using it to
keep my lips moist at night because they were chapping so badly.  I hated
the taste of it, but I hated the pain of chapped lips worse, not to mention
how they looked at school.  While I was putting it on my lips, I remembered
that the books I had found under the bed had mentioned lubrication to avoid
irritation. I rubbed the greasy stuff between two fingers and smiled at
myself in the mirror.
     "Lubrication to avoid irritation."  It rhymed.  "Lubrication to avoid
irritation," I said over and over as I walked quickly to my room, vaseline
jar in hands.  "Lubrication to avoid irritation."  I was actually putting
the words to a tune.
     I shut my door and crawled into bed.  The jar, I slipped under the
covers with me.  Unscrewing the lid, I quickly dipped two fingers into
the goop and pulled out a gob of petroleum jelly big enough to grease a
tank.  The only problem was how I would get it to the target through my
baby doll pajama bottoms.  With the vaseline on my right fingertips, I
stood up and used my left hand to work my bottoms all the way off.  I
picked them up and pushed them under my pillow.  I knew it wouldn't do
for Mom to walk in and see them on the floor.
     Jumping back in bed and getting under the covers, I pulled my knees
up and made a tent over my lower body as my legs spread apart.  I placed
the vaseline over my pussy and pushed inward with my fingertips.  All the
lubrication made it too easy as my middle and ring fingers sank all the
way in.  Immediately I knew that I had used too much of the jelly.  Unable
to reach the box of Kleenex on my dresser, I had to get out of bed and
walk with my legs spread apart to keep from smearing it all over my legs.
Returning to my bed, I almost lost my footing as my bare foot found a large
blob of vaseline that had refused to make the trip.
     As I started to try to wipe it off the hardwood floor rug, a voice
just ouside my bedroom door sounded, "Cindy?  Are you in bed yet?"  Diving
for the bed, I barely it under the covers, bare-assed and holding a jar of
vaseline and box of kleenex, as the door opened.  Mom walked in without
turning on the light and walked over to my bed and sat down beside me.
She just barely missed putting her foot in the vaseline on the floor.
I squeezed my eyes shut until I was certain she had not found it.  I have
no idea of what I would have told her.  As she sat there, she pulled the
blanket and sheet up under my chin and literally "tucked me in," something
she hadn't done in a while.
     "Who's Danny," she asked.  There was a conspiratorial tone in her voice.
     I had to think for a minute, "Danny Parker?" I asked.
     "Yes, that was his name.  Who is he, a boyfriend?"  I could hear the
smile in her voice.
     "Ah, Mom, I don't have a boyfriend." I said.
     "What about Robbie?  Don't think I haven't seen the way you two look
at each other."
     I was glad she souldn't see the color in my cheeks.  "Robbie's just
a good friend,"  I pictured his head between my legs.  My voice was hollow
as I continued, "Why did you ask about Danny."
     Mom sighed, "I supposed I flubbed it.  He called before you came home
this afternoon and wanted you to call him.  I forgot all about it until
just now.  It's 10:00.  Do you want to try to call him now?"
     When she started to draw the covers down, I almost snatched them from
her hands in order to get them up to my neck, "I-it's probably too late.
I better see him at school tomorrow.  Besides, I'm too tired."
     "Well, O.K., young lady.  If you're sure."
     I wasn't sure.  I had no idea what Danny Parker would want to talk to
me about, and now I would have to go to sleep wondering.  I could feel the
vaseline as it had warmed up in my crotch and was beginning to run just a
little.
     Mom was walking out of the room as she turned and said, "Good night,
honey."
     "g'nite, Mom."
     I knew I couldn't wait.  Grabbing a handful of the tissues, I wiped
away the vaseline as well as I could.  On my knees on the floor, I tried
to remove all that was there.  I got most of it with the kleenex, but the
spot was still very slick with the residue.  Retrieving my pajama bottoms
from under my pillow, I pulled them on and walked out of room to the
telephone table in the hallway.  As I sat down, my mother leaned out of
the kitchen and looked down the hallway at me.  Before she could say
anything, I explained, "Changed my mind.  Did he leave a number?"
     "It's on the pad."  She chuckled and sang, "Cindy's got a boyfriend,
Cindy's got a boyfriend."  Mom had begun to act a little strange especially
when the subject of boys and me would come it.  I didn't understand back
then, but now I suspect that she was wondering if I had other preferences.
If it's true that she felt that way, I would have been offended at her for
doing so.  Now, I just think it's funny.
     "Mom," I snapped, "I do not have a boyfriend."
     She just laughed.  I remember being surprised in a very puzzled sense
that she actually seemed pleased that a guy had called.  Surprising also
was that she had been "noticing" anything at all about Robbie and me.
I thought we had been playing it "close to the vest" as my Dad always said.
     "Hello."
     "Mrs. Parker, is Robbie...I mean, is Danny there?"
     "Yes he is.  Is this Cindy?"  she asked.
     "Yes, mam.  My mother said he wanted me to call him."
     "He told me you would probably call.  Just a minute, I'll go out and
get him."
     "Go out?" I thought, "At 10:30 at night."
     "Cindy?"  Danny was panting.  "Just a sec while I catch my breath."
     Silence.
     "Danny?"  I queried.  Still only silence.
     "O.K., I'm back.  I had to climb the tree out back to get the cat
down. That stupid feline gets stuck up there at least twice a week.  I
think she does it on purpose," he laughed.
     Danny was one of the co-captains of the high school football team but
I had no idea why he would be calling me, a ninth-grader.  We didn't even
go to the same school.  I was still stuck over at the middle school.  All
the other schools out in the county districts sent their ninth graders to
high school. Still, we were considered freshmen at the high school.  It
was really inconvenient and confusing.  The one advantage was that the
ninth graders were the "seniors" of the middle school and had an easier
time making the transition to sophomore.  Easier, in that hazing sophomores
wasn't as much fun as hazing freshmen.
     Danny continued, "The reason I asked for you to call me back was so
I could ask you if you'd like to go to the Christmas Dance with me next
month if you don't already have a date."
     I was stunned.
     "Cindy?  You still there?"
     "Yeah," my mouth hanging open, "I mean yes, I'm still here."
     He paused.  "Well, how about it?  Would you go with me."
     "Y-yes.  I-I'd love to," I stumbled, not knowing how to react.
Reaching way down inside myself I picked a little reserve bravery, "Yes,
that would be just fine."
     "Great.  I'll call you again and we'll get all the details worked
out, o.k.?"
     "Sure," I said brightly, "just call anytime."
     "O.K.," he affirmed, "Bye now."
     "Bye," then quickly, "see ya."  But I don't think he heard it because
the phone clicked as I had barely finished.
     I was in a daze.  The only boys I had dated had been either my same
age or even a little younger.  Most of them were goofs who just bunched
up with other boys at whatever event we were attending while all the girls
got together to talk about the goofs we were with.  Wow!  At last I had
a real, honest to goodness date.  And then it hit me, "...if Mom and Dad
will let me...Oh, god, please let them say yes."
     "Well, what did Larry have to say," Mom asked as she walked down the
hallway sipping a cup of cocoa.  Her smile was just too knowing.
     I swallowed.  "He wants me to go with him to the Christmas dance
next month.  May I, Mom,...please."
     "What did you tell him?" Her expression became somewhat stern.
     "I told him yes," I said, waiting for the axe to fall.  "Mom, ... please?"
     "Well, young lady," I hope you have something decent to wear to a
bash like that.
     I squealed with delight, "Oh, Mom.  Thanks.  Thank you," I grabbed
her and hugged her around the waist, "I love you."
     She was laughing now, "I told Larry that you would probably say yes.
I appreciate a young man who respects a girl enough to ask her parents
their permission for him to ask her out."  She put an arm around me and
started walking me to my bedroom.
     I thought, "Oh no, the vaseline and the Kleenex on my bed."
     "Mom, I'm too excited to go to bed right now.  Could I have a cup of
cocoa with you?"
     She glanced at her watch.  "It's awfully late.  Tell you what.  You
get in bed and I'll bring a cup to you."  Wheeeww.
     By the time she brought it, I had abolished all the incriminating
evidence.  "Mom," I said, "I don't need a new dress or anything.  I can
wear the one that I wore to that last dance."
     Setting the cup and saucer on my nightstand, she turned and patted
my shoulder, "You won't have to.  Remember that other dress we looked
at...the strapless one?"  I nodded open mouthed.  "I was at the boutique
a couple of weeks ago and they had one like it, only just a little more
conservative and much more appropriate for the season.  So I went ahead
bought it for you.  I had intended for you to wear it to our annual bazaar
and was keeping it as a surprise.  But I think you can have it for the
Christmas Dance.  Besides, I think you have enough up front to give a
strapless gown  a little more to hold on to now."
     I squealed again, jumping up on my knees on the mattress and hugging
her again.  "You're the best Mom in the whole world."
     "I know," she smiled as she walked to the door.  Turning as she was
closing the door, "Go to sleep."  And she was gone.  Mom was a real jewel.
She belonged to the ladies group at the Junior Jaycees.  They had a big
charity bazaar and dance every year in early December.  For the past
couple of years I had been involved with helping out in the booths.
This would be my first year for the dance.  No one had called to invite
me to that one yet.  I had been trying to get up enough nerve to ask
Robbie, but had not been able to overcome my reluctance to "chase" him.
     I fell back onto my pillow, bouncing on the mattress.  I was
ecstatic.  Me, a lowly freshman going out on a date with the co-captain
of the "almost- state-champs" football team.  Sue, Robbie's sister and
also my best friend, would be positively green. I tried to picture Larry
in my mind as I lay looking at the ceiling.  It was difficult getting a
picture with the light on. I raised up on one elbow to turn off the lamp
on my nightstand.  Althought the cocoa had been a ruse, I took a couple
of quik gulps and turned off the light.     In the darkness the picture
of Larry Parker began to form in my mind.  I just lay there and looked
at him.  When his imaginary form bent to kiss me, I closed my eyes and
let my lips touch the air.  Since it was all imaginary, I let him begin
to nibble at my neck and lick my ear.  My hand was his as he reached for
my breast and began to stroke it through my pajama top.  Then I led his
phantom fingers travel up under the garment so he could twist and pull at
my still immature nipples until they stood as proudly as they could.
     When I led his hand under the waistband of my bottoms, the residual
vaseline was assurance that there was no obstacle to the progress of what
I imagined.  His/my fingers entered the slick opening effortlessly even
though I was still very tight.  As my imaginary lover was now lying naked
over my body, positioning himself over me, between my legs.  As if outside
my own body, I watched as he made that move under the sheet just like in
the VCR movie.  My two fingers sank their full length into my ... my ...
"love nest."
     As my hand pumped his knuckled penis in and out of my pussy, I began
to lift my hips to meet each thrust.  Although I had my fingers there in
proxy, the picture I was imagining showed my arms wrapping around his
broad shoulders as I kissed him.  I never knew Larry's shoulders were
that broad.  My tongue came out from between my lips and the open air
around me was his mouth that I entered with it.  I moaned as the pumping
in and out became more intense.  I knew that I was going to make it this
time.  "Why Larry, you're doing a really great job," my imaginary voice
said.
     Then the picture changed unexpectedly.  Thorough my closed eyelids,
Larry was no longer there.  In his place was an amazingly real picture of
Robbie as he writhed over my body.  I opened my thighs even wider to
accomodate him as my fingers began to pull and roll my clitoris.  He
thrust again and my fingers went fully into my opening.  He pulled back
and the amazing tool pinched and pulled at my clitoris, and then stayed
there and rubbed and rolled it more and more, until a vocalized groan
left my lungs.  The heat that signaled my release shot through me.
     Wanting to feel my orgasm completely, I kept a thumb and forefinger
on my clitoris and sent my middle finger from my other hand into my
pulsating opening.  It felt as if a ring or band of muscles were gripping
and releasing my finger.  This was the first time I had had a finger
fully imbedded during an orgasm.  I had not known it was like that.  I
let myself be released in a depth of sweetness and my imaginary Robbie
finally lay still.  I withdrew my fingers and let them move over the mounds
of my breasts for several minutes, until sleep claimed me in the midst of
my exhaustion.
     The buzzing alarm brought me instantly awake.  I lay on my side, my
pajama top pushed up over my breasts.  I reached for the snooze button,
but the five minute reprieve it allowed was not needed.  I felt absolutely
alive.  It wasn't ever going to be the same after what happened last night.
Not only had I reached a full blown orgasm all by myself, I had a
date...a real date.
     It's a good thing that mastubation can't really make you blind as in
the old folks' warnings.  I indulged myself quit often after that.
Sometimes it was Larry and sometimes Robbie.  Robbie was always better.
I supposed that it was because that we had really done some things together
and Larry and I had never even held hands.
     After I told Sue about my date though, I noticed a change in Robbie.
Although we were still friendly enough, there was a distance between us.
When we weren't talking, he seemed somewhat distracted.  And sometimes
I would catch him just staring at me.  He would look away as soon as my
eyes would meet his, but there seemed to be an interminable sadness behind
his gaze.  It really bothered me.  It had been about five weeks since
that weekend, and If Robbie had approached me anytime since then and made
any advance at all, I would have dropped my pants and spread my legs for
him then and there.
     But he didn't approach me, and for some reason, I felt it was his
place to make the first move.  But as time wore on, and the bazaar was
only two weeks away, I became more and more concerned until I was
miserable.  Robbie didn't know it, but I had been making love to him
almost every night.  I wondered if he had the same thoughts about me.
After all, he had said that I was his girl.
     Fianally, I was so upset and worried by the way he had been acting
that I decided that it would have to be me that took the initiative.
His family had come over for dinner on evening in late November.  The old
folks were gathered in our rec room playing canasta.  Robbie, Sue and I
were watching Television when Sue excused herself to go to the restroom.
I had finally decided to ask him to the bazaar dance.
     "Robbie?" I said, causing his head to turn toward me.  Before I could
mention the bazaar, I saw something in his eyes that approximated pain.
Intead I asked, "Robbie, is something wrong?"
     I could tell he was not being honest with me when he said that nothing
was wrong as far as he was concerned.  He asked, "Why do you ask?"
     "I just thought that we were sort of...well, you know, after that day
here at the house."  I was extremely uncomfortable with the conversation,
but I added softly, "You said I was your girl.  It's just that you haven't
acted much like it."
      Without a moment's hesitation Robbie shot back, "Is that why you're
going to the Christmas dance with Larry Parker?...Because you're MY girl?"
His gaze was hard and hurtful.
     "It doesn't mean I'm Larry Parker's girl.  I-I didn't even think
about that."  I was at a loss, and then, "I'll call him and tell him I
can't go.  I'll go with you."
     His eyes burned right through me as he said flatly, "I'm going with
Diane."  With that he got up and walked from the room.  "Mom...Dad, I've
got some things to do at home.  Thanks for the great dinner Mrs. Marshall."
     "You're welcome, Robbie.  Come back anytime," my mother called out
after him as he was up the stairs and gone.  I heard the front door shut,
or should I say slam?  No one else in the rec room seemed to notice.
     It was all I could do to keep from bursting into tears.  I clenched
my teeth and just stared at the TV.
     "Where's Robbie?" Sue asked as she came back into the room.
     "He went home," I said without expression.
     I was glad when they finally left.  In my room alone that night, I
tried to make love to my conjured image of Larry, but eventually gave in
to a sweet episode with Robbie that ended in an orgasm which faded into a
picture of his face buried in Diane Contento's blond pussy.  I the midst
of my misery, I turned her pubic hair to a mousy brown to match the color
in the roots of her bleached hair.  Not in the least consoled, I wept
uncontrollably until I fell asleep.
     The day before the big Christmas dance, I came down with the flu and
had to cancel.  Robbie and Diane had a great time I was told and she was
wearing his classring when classes resumed after New Years.  I never heard
from Larry Parker again.  Although I was terribly hurt, I still fantasized
about Robbie for a while, but soon I found out that my mind did better
to dwell on other things.  My secret sex life slowed down and I turned
my energies to my acedemic pursuits.
     Robbie and I avoided each other.  We lived as if the other was
neither friend nor enemy.  To one another we had become "non-persons."
I finally let him go the night I watched him from my bedroom window as
he was dressed in a white tuxedo, leaving to go to the Senior Prom.
Everyone who was counting said that was the night that Robbie made Diane
Contento pregnant.
     If I ever loved anyone, I loved Robbie.  I would have done anything
to please him.  I thought I would never get over him.  Sitting alone in
my room, looking out the window across the darkened lawn, I vowed a vow
of celibacy.  My vow was rendered void by his subsequent marriage to
Diane.  I mean, how miserable is a person supposed to be?  God, how I
loved him.
     I suppose it was in my sophomore year that I decided that I wanted
to remain a virgin in the sense that I had not yet had, nor wished to
have sexual intercourse with a male of the species.  In other words, I
made up my mind that I was not going to get laid.  But as Spock so plainly
stated it to Lt. Savic, "For everything, there is a first time."
     When I think about my "first time," my emotions almost get away from
me. The hurt and anger have subsided over the intervening years, but I
still seek to cope fully with it.  His name was Jeff, and I really had a
thing for him.  In retrospect, I suppose a lot of negative feelings that
I have yet to conquer is directed at myself.
     Anyway. the resolve regarding "virginity" was swallowed up in the
name of "love."  My naivite was such that I still find it unbelievable to
this day.  When I think of how stupid I was to fall for it, I feel betrayed,
embarrassed and cheated, not only by him, but by my own lack of self-control.
     Not that I thought myself innocent, but rather, I had redeemed my
inner "good girl" values.  Sexual intercourse was reserved for marriage.
There were no exceptions.
     I began dating fairly regulaly after the end of my freshman year.
I was pleasantly surprised at my new found popularity with the opposite
sex.  Frankly, I dated any well-mannered decent sort who asked me out.
I had no prejudices about how a guy was supposed to look.  So I had my
share of short, tall, skinny, fat and so forth.  Of course, Mom and Dad
had to deliver a stamp of approval.  Sometimes my mother would look at
me questioningly when she saw a one she felt was particularly unattractive.
I just told her that I hadn't wanted to hurt the guys feelings by turning
him down.
     An evening out for me typically began when the guy I was going out
with would come to my home to pick me up.  They had to wait in the living
room for me while my father gave them the eye.  After the guy was properly
impressed we'd go to a movie, party, or whatever.  Then he'd drop me off
at my front door.  Sometimes there would be a goodnight kiss.  I must
admit that sometimes I did become a little prejudiced about kissing the
ones my Mom held in question as to their looks.  That was the summer I
turned 15.
     As my sophomore year of high school got underway, I was elected to
the Student Council and was selected as a varsity cheerleader.  I dated
quite often, mostly on weekends until the near the end of the school year.
I never gave away more than a prim and proper kiss.  By Spring, however,
I had become a little more selective about my dates.  I had sworn off
geeks for good, and found that I seemed to enjoy it more when the other
girls were interested in who I was seeing.
     Then, along came Kevin.  Kevin was a year ahead of me and was
co-captain and a forward on our high school basketball team.  Our first
date was to his Junior Prom.  By the time he got me home that night, I
was madly in love.  We didn't have any formal agreement or anything, just
an unspoken understanding that we were now an official item.  I stopped
dating anyone else, he did the same, and "that was that" as they say.
     The guys I dated before Kevin would occasionally get a little too
bold  and sometimes try to cop a little feel, but when the hands began
to rove, I brought it to a screeching halt just by very firmly telling
them to stop.  Kevin and I dated a lot, but didn't get so far along the
heavy breathing routine that we couldn't pull in the reins.  Sometimes
he would stay a while when he brought me home and we would sit in the
living room and play a little smacky-mouth and smash-face in the dim
light.  My dad and mom were usually upstairs in bed.
     We had been dating a year when Kevin took the initiative to place a
hand over one of my breasts.  I was wearing a very bulky ski sweater.  It
was the middle of March, but still pretty cold for our part of the country.
We didn't have outdoor skating because it was never really cold enough
except maybe the middle of February.  But on that particular night, he
had just brought me home from an indoor rink at the mall.
     As we sat close to each other on the couch in the rec room, I could
hardly believe it when I felt his palm press at me through the material.
I had to look down to make sure it was what I thought it was.  All I did
was slide my hand between his hand and mine, and he made a strategic
withdrawal.  For the next month or so, our necking began to get somewhat
more frenzied and the petting a little bolder.
     Is wasn't too long before I permitted him extra liberties that I
thought I could control.  I began letting his hand slide up under whatever
top I was wearing to cup my bra covered breast.  The unwritten, unspoken
rule was "no petting below the waist."  After a few of these above-the-waist
sessions, I coutiosly allowed him an additional liberty.  He found that
I would permit the bra to be unhooked so he could feel the natural me.
During all this, we would kiss until our faces were wet with perspiration
and saliva, and just about to fall off.
     In mid-May, on the night of the Senior prom, we were invited to a
mid-night breakfast party thrown for the basketball team at their coach's
home.  The coach was a real nice guy and had gone all out to do something
nice for his graduating seniors.  We played pool, had some omelets, bacon,
hotcakes and lots of other goodies.  Then we danced some more until
everyone was just sitting around at 2:30 a.m. staring at each other.
But after midnight there is only so much partying you can do, so we got
together with Woody and Beth and headed for the bowling lane.  A big sign
on the front door said, "CLOSED FOR THE PROM!"  The owner had had some
trouble from some kids at another school on their Prom night, so we
supposed he just decided he had had it. Normally, it was open 24hours a
day except from Midnight Saturday until early morning league time on
Monday.  So instead of going bowling, and since our parents were not
expecting us until about dawn, we just sat there in the car for a while
and talked.  Soon Beth and Woody were no longer in the conversation and
the souds of their kisses and breathing began to dominate.
     Kevin and I looked at each other.  He shrugged his shoulders and I
did the same.  He pulled me closer to him and we played, "if you can't
beat'em, join'em."  I'll have to say that Kevin was the best kisser I had
ever known, not that I had known that many, but I was impressed.  Mom had
been extra generous when she brought out her mink wrap for me to wear
before Kevin picked me up.  So, I unclipped the chain that secured it and
smoothed it over the back of the seat beside me.  When I turned toward
Kevin, he just absorbed me into the circle of his arms.
     I let my head lean on his shoulder and he bent his neck so that his
lips could cover mine.  When I finally came up for breath, he let his lips
latch onto my left earlobe.  That gave him a mouthful of Mom's diamond
cluster ear rings.  Neither Mom nor I had ever had our ears pierced, so
these were actually the clip-on type.  Kevin pulled at the piece of
Jewelry until he had it in his mouth.  He spit it into his hand and we
both laughed.  I stopped laughing when his tongue went into my ear canal
and licked wetly and noisily there.  With his left hand came up to remove
the one from my right ear, I dropped my hands to receive both earrings in
my hands.
     I turned toward him to reach for his coat pocket as his lips met mine
again.  My right hand was placing the earrings into his pocket when his
left hand cupped my right breast.  But Kevin was not going to be satisfied
with feeling my gown.  Especially when he had had the liberty of feeling
them "in the flesh" so to speak.  As I mentioned earlier, the gown was
strapless.  I was wearing no bra since the dress itself had a built-in
underwire bra.  All he could manage at first was to work his fingers into
the top and tickle my nipples.  All the while, I had my right hand in his
coat pocket and my left hand was sort of pinned between us.
     Kevin tried to fold the front of the gown downward, but the underwiring
and the way it cinched my torso, made it impossible.  The gown zipped in
the back just where a bra strap would be if I had one.  Kevin found it
with his free hand and eased it down.  The zipper itself went past the
waistline about eight inches down into the skirt portion.  I let him slide
the zipper as far as my waist, but when he tried to go further, I leaned
hard against his harm, pinning it to the back of the seat.  He got the
message.
     With the zipper open, he was able to pull the top away and down.
There was enough light from the tall lamps in the parking lot that Kevin
was able to actually see my breasts for the first time.  Also he had never
had such free access to my breasts.  This was the first time he had them
totally uncovered.  I had never allowed him to remove any of my clothing
or even unbutton a blouse.  He aways had to work his way there without
the luxury of anything more than unhooking my bra under my top.  He never
even mentioned taking anything off.
     On that night, however, with my breasts exposed in the dim light,
his lips left mine and trailed down my neck to where my shoulder joins it,
a maneuver he had duplicated many times.  But when he lifted his mouth
from my neck, instead of going back up to my lips as he always had done
before, he went down.  Holding one of my tits, he pulled at it and met
it with his open  mouth.  I had not felt anything that sensual since
Robbie had done the same thing.  Only it wasn't Robbie, it was Kevin who
bowed his head to suckle on my tender and sensitive breast.
     Holding my right breast with his left hand, he let his head bob and
twist as he paid homage to my left nipple.  Then, still squeezing with his
left hand, he shifted his head to taste the other one.  It was as if he
would squeeze the base of my boob and let it swell into his mouth.  Then
he would take the tip of his tongue and drive my nipple deep into my flesh.
I squirmed and let my hands move over his neck and ran my fingers through
his hair.  The only sound I was making was , "MMmmmmmmmmmmm..."  I would
have been terribly embarrassed if Beth and  Woody had known what was going
on.  All I could hear coming from the backseat was the smacking and slurping
of a multitude of sloppy, wet kisses.
     As Kevin's mouth displaced his left hand, his left hand dropped to
my lap and began to rub my right thigh through the dress stroking from
my knee to just a few inches from hips.  The dress came to a point just
above my knees when I was sitting.  For several strokes, his hand stayed
on top of the material.  Then on one stroke downward to my knee, his hand
went beyond  the material at the hem of the short dress.  As soon as I
felt his palm on my nylon clad knee, I knew that things were about to
become very different with Kevin.  The thought that dominated at that
moment was that I was glad I wore pantyhose tonight.  I had considered
ditching them when we were at the coach's house because it was so warm.
     Made brave by my pantyhose, I was not troubled in the least by his
left hand on my right knee.  But when his hand began moving again, it was
running up my thigh under my dress.  I didn't know how to react, so I
didn't.  His hand just rubbed and stroked the thigh up and down, moving
a little higher on about every third trip.  After a bit more of this
progression, his hand ran out of a place to go, stopping dead at my
abdominal wall.  The hand was touching the silky material of my pantyhose.
I had never allowed Kevin any liberty such as this before.
     I didn't want to call Beth and Woody's attention to this, so I just
laid my head on his right shoulder, holding my breath.  His tongue stabbed
between my lips and circled warily around my tongue.  I let my tongue
accept his invitaion to dance.  His huge palm was gripping my upper thigh,
his four fingers to the ouside and his thumb resting against the crotch of
my pantyhose.  Kevin began to rub his finger up and down the covering over
my pussy.  The pantyhose were very sheer, but the panty part had a cotton
crotch.  Under the pantyhose, I wore my skimpiest bikini panties.  Even
throught the layers of cloth, what he was doing felt so good, and it had
been so long since I had been touched like that.  I let out a little,
"Ahhhh," and let my thighs drift apart.
     Taking this as a sign of surrender, Kevin's hand forsook my thigh
and moved to my waist.  His hand made a deft maneuver which sent his
fingers to my hair-covered mound.  I reacted by squeezing my thighs tight
to stop his progress, but the tips of his fingers were still able to stroke
up and down.  I didn't take much of this to make me relax my legs and let
them open again.  I decided that as long as he was just touching my hair,
it was alright to let him continue.  My legs relaxed again.  Looking down,
the sight appeared almost abscene.  My dress bunched between his forearm
and my waist, his wrist strecting the waist of my pantyhose away from my
body.
     Shamelessly, I whispered, "Let me..."  I reached up under my dress
and hooked my pantyhode with my thumbs and began to pull them down.  As
I did so, I looked over the back of the seat and saw Edith with stripped
to the waist.  Her back was to me and her face was in Woody's lap.  He was
obviously worrying one of her breasts with one hand and holding a handful
of her hair with the other helping her to glide her mouth up and down on
his cock.  I got my pantyhose off one leg and let them just hang around
the other ankle.  Amazingly, the little bikini panties maintained their
integrity and stayed in place.
     I put both arms around Kevin's neck and guided his mouth to my breasts
again.  I moaned at the contact.  I heard Beth giggle and choke at the same
time.  My intention was to allow Kevin to just touch me below the waist
without going any further.  With my panties still in place, I felt I could
control the speed and intensity of the moment.  With my thighs squeezed
shut again, I allowed him to feel and stroke the crotch of my panties
again.
     I knew I had made a mistake when I felt my labia divide and Kevin's
finger pushed the material inside me until my gripping thighs would allow
no further progress.  In spite of my slight resistance, he managed to work
a finger under the elastic at the crotch of my panties pulling it to one
side enough that his finger was trailing across my wet slit.  Placing on
hand on his wrist, I moved his hand until his fingers were again only on
the cloth that covered my pussy.  I put lips to his ear and whispered so
very quietly, "Kevin, please don't.  We shouldn't."  I drew in a deep
breath and let it out in a sigh, adding, "I love you."
     He pulled back his head and looked at me and said, "I love you too,
Cindy."
     The knowledge that we couldn't "go all the way" right here in the
front seat with Woody and Beth in the backseat, I opened my legs for the
guy who "loved" me.  Kevin tried to get a hand to the waist of my panties,
but I just whispered a firm, "No," at the same time, pressing my cloth
covered crotch against his hand.  Honestly, I had no concept of a "prick
tease."  But now I wonder that he didn't rape me right then and there.
I just thought if I could stop, so could he.
     In any case, I could not fault him for his perseverance.  In just a
little while, Kevin was again using a couple of fingers to pull the crotch
of my panties undies out of his way again.  I finally felt and allowed him
to probe at my opening with his finger.  He evidently did not know much
about female anatomy because he was unable to find his way through my
labia.  In his quest, however, he succeeded in stimulating my clitoris
just enough to make me want to take a flash light, put his face under my
dress and show him where the sensitive spot was.
     Well, I didn't have a flashlight, so I reached under my dress and
found his fingers.  They were much too far to one side, so that all he
was succeeding in doing was to press the lips of my pussy closer together.
Wrapping my hand around two of his fingers, I moved his hand and guided him
to the proper place.  All I had to do was place his fingers at the botom
of my slit and lead them upward just once.  About halfway up, his fingers
began to penetrate the silky wetness.  I let go of his hand and he let his
two digits sink all the way in.
     When he just stayed there and sort of wiggled his fingers, I knew that
this boy needed a trip under his parents bed to peruse any relevant reading
material they may keep hidden.  In light of his apparent lack of knowhow,
I decided to give him a lesson.  I had no idea of what a slut I looked like
to Kevin as I put an hand around his wrist and whispered, "This way."
I began to pull and push his wrist so that the two finger glided almost
all the way out and then back in.  After a few strokes, he got the idea
so I let go of his wrist.
     To give him better access, I raised my right foot and propped my high
heel shod foot on the center hump of the floor.  That seemed to drive him
crazy.  He leaned into me and I sort of fell back along the seat.  Pushing
with my foot against the floor hump, I soon had my head wedged above the
armrest on the door.  Keven never dropped a beat as he slid right along
with me.  I could feel his hard-on through his pants as it pressed my
thigh just above one knee.
     Kevin still had not found the spot that makes me tick, so I sent a
hand down to help out again.  To my disappointment, he removed his fingers
just as I got there.  In no way deterred from my goal, I let my fingers
hook into my pussy and began to rub my clitoris.  Kevin leaned down to
catch my tit in his mouth again and could feel his hand between us again.
"Good,"  I thought, "back to work."
     It wasn't me he was reaching for, however.  Instead, he proceeded
to unzip his pants and pull out his cock.  It came at me instantly, and
would have gone right in the way I was laying open with one leg upraised
against the back of the seat and the other on the floor, if he hadn't run
into my hand.  In self-defense, I grabbed at his dick and held it away
from me.
     "No, Kevin.  We can't."  I was desparate.  The last thing I wanted
in the whole world was a baby before I finished high school."
     "Please, Cindy," Kevin pleaded.
     Actually, we both were speaking in some kind of exaggerted desparate
whispers.
     "NO!" and added for emphasis, "And I mean it!"
     As my hand wrestled to prevent entry, Kevin moaned, and I felt a warm
liquid splatter along my inner thigh.  Knowing what was happening, I began
to pump up and down on him until he finished his spasms and let his weight
collapse on my diminutive frame.  Remember, I was only 4'10" back then.
Kevin was a 6'4" basketball player.  Our friends even called us Mutt and
Jeff, after some long-ago comic strip characters.
     There I was, not even close and my date had cum all over my legs.
I closed my eyes and said a desparate prayer about Kevin "eating" me, but
I knew it would never happen that night.  I think he actually fell asleep
right there on top of me.
     "WHAP!!!  Get off me!" I heard Beth scream.  This brough both of us
back to the present, scrambling to get our clothes back to normal.  When
we looked in the back seat, there was Beth with her panties hanging off
one ankle and Woody with the imprint of her hand was still lit on his
reddened cheek.
     "Gosh, Beth, I'm sorry."
     Then both of them became aware of us staring at them.  We didn't know
what it was all about, but we knew the date was over.  Kevin started up
the car and we dropped Beth off.  She just jumped out and told Woody that
she knew the way to the front door.  Next we let Woody out, then drove to
my home in almost complete silence.  Kevin walked me to the door and I
remembered that I was unzipped.  We both giggled as he pulled the zipper
up for me.  I was almost 4:00a.m., so I didn't invite him in, but I tiptoed
and he bent down for our goodnight kiss.
     I found out the next day what happened in the back seat.  Woody had
brought a pack of rubbers along and wanted to make it with Beth.  She told
Woody that he could go down on her and she on him, but that she didn't do
the real thing yet.  But when her panties were down and his fly opened, he
tried to do the "real thing" that she doesn't do yet.  I told her I was
sorry because I knew she liked him a lot.  I didn't tell her I saw her
giving Woody head.  She told me not to worry because he'd be back.  Before
she hung up the phone she said, "See, he's at the front door now."
     I didn't hear from Kevin on either Saturday or Sunday.  On Monday he
told me how much he liked me and how he didn't want to tie me down when
he went away to Wake Forest.   He said he was afraid that I would feel
trapped by our relationship.  I swallowed what he had to say, smiled
brightly and agreed that he was just thinking of my interests in the whole
matter.  He drove me home and I went upstairs to my bedroom, fell face
down on my bed and cried my eyes out.  It dawned on me then that my overt
promiscuity in the parking lot may have scared him off.  I immediately
began making vows again.
     I was still in shock when Jeff, a teammate of Kevin's asked me out
for the next weekend.  I turned him down with no explanation three weeks
in a row. Then I finally agreed to go out with him.  He was the only guy
who ever came back after I said no to a date.  The real reason I said yes
was that I hoped  to make Kevin jealous.  So in reality, I was ready to
be psyched, and although I don't like to admit it, that's exactly what
happened.
     Jeff and I began seeing each other on a regular basis after school
was out for the summer.  Normally we dated about two nights a week.  In
July, Jeff called and invited me to go to the lake with him and two other
couples from school.  Jeff drove his car and one couple rode in the back.
The other couple who turned out to be Beth and Woody were in another car.
     We got an early start and were at the lake by 9:00A.M. We had planned
to water ski, cook out, swim and just have a grand time.  When  we arrived at
the lake, we were pleased to see that almost all of the wooded man-made
islands were vacant.  Usually, you have to have reservations well in
advance but we had no trouble getting one for the rest of the day.  The
park ranger just told us that if it got crowded around here, we would
probably have company before the day was over.  Generally, Tuesday is a
slow day at the lake.
     Each of the dozen or so islands was equipped with picnic tables and
grills.  Some had covered pavillions, but the ranger wouldn't let a party
of only six take a pavillion.  So we checked out a rental boat from the
dock, loaded our picnic gear and went to the island to stake our claim.
     On the island, the guys opened the cooler and handed out the beer.  I
declined and opted for a coke.  This was the first time I had known of Jeff
drinking any king of alcohol.  I suppose I was just a little disappointed.
Kevin had been,like me, a tea-totaler.
     I tried to do some water skiing but my thigh had never forgiven me for
its earlier insult, so I had to leave the skiing to the others.  Jeff said
he didn't want to ski without me, so he joined me on the shore on a blanket.
When the others brought the boat in Bobby and Deanna copied Jeff and me and
laid out on a blanket.  Beth and Woody went to the other side of the island
out of our sight.
     We had not been concerned about the few clouds in the sky.  the weather
report called for a bright sunny day.  Nevertheless, a small shower came
up and we had no cover except trees.   Instead of running for the trees,
Bobby and Deanna, the couple who rode with us, pulled the blanket over
themselves.  I didn't object when Jeff did the same for us.  This gave us
an area of blanket under us about the size of a twin bed, so we were
pretty close.  I was inside the folded side, by the way.
     There we were all cuddled up against the rain and we could hear Deanna
giggling.  I said, "I wonder what they're doing?"
     "This," Jeff said and he rolled over and kissed me.  I had allowed
him kisses on our previous dates, but nothing else.  There was no objection
from me because I enjoyed it, and I returned his kiss.  When he rolled
over, it pulled me tightly in the folded side of the blanket so that I was
pressed really close to him.  I honestly couldn't tell if his forearm was
sneaking a feel of my tits or not.  So I pretended he wasn't and let his
arm stay between us.  I figured  that it was alright as long as there were
no hands involved.
     Jeff was dressed in a loose-fitting bathing suit that came about half
way down his thighs, but I was wearing the skimpiest bikini that my mom had
ever allowed me to buy.  It tied at the sides of my hips and the top tied
in back and also had a neckstrap.  By today's standards, it was conservative
for  a bikini.  Still, it showed the tops of my 34B's and I had to keep
pulling  at the bottoms to make sure my ass didn't hang out too much.
The neckstrap hung down in front as was fashionable for the day.
     "Hey, what are you two doing over there?" Deanna called.
     I just giggled and Jeff said, "We'll never tell."
     "Bobby!  Give that back!" she squealed and giggled again.  I looked out
from under the blanket and saw Bobby's hand holding Deanna's bikini top
straight up in the air, and her hands were trying to grab it.  As I watched,
the struggle stopped.  The bikini top fell to the ground outside their
blanket.  All I could see was their forms squirming under the blanket.
It was then I realized he was removing her bottom also.  I had a flashback
of those naked bodies under the sheet.  I knew that Bobby would be making
that "move."
     This made me really uncomfortable and I know I blushed as I ducked
under the blanket again.  Jeff was soon kissing me again, and I admit that
I liked it.  I knew from the way things were progressing, that it was only
a matter of time until one of his hands finally cupped one of my breasts,
I reached to pull it away, but as my hand touched his, he whispered, "Just
let me hold you for a minute."  So I let him.
     I rationalized, "He wasn't touching my skin, only my bikini.  After
all, I had let Kevin do as much."
     When his hand pushed up under my bikini top, I intended to stop him,
but before I could say or do anything, I heard Deanna squeal and giggle
again.  I couldn't help laughing, myself.  In that instant of inaction on
my part, Jeff had succeeded in baring my right breast and was pecking it
lightly with kissed.  My rationalization shrank to, "this is o.k., because
I'm not going to let him 'go all the way.'  After all," I thought, "I had
let Kevin feel and suck them."
     By that time, my chief consternation was the old familiar feeling
down between my legs.  Squeezing my thighs tightly together, I tried to
supress the feeling.  The thought of Kevin's hand between my thighs flashed
in my mind.
     Jeff had me locked in his arms and my top was completely untied and
laying across my belly.  His hands and mouth were setting me on fire.  I
kept thinking, "I'm not going all the way."  I thought of Deanna, not 10
yards away with Bobby.  I knew what they were doing, both of them naked
under the blanket.  In my mind's eye, I could see the magic movement of
entry and I was sure that if I peeded out just then, that I would see him
on top of her, moving up and downunder the blanket.  The thought sent a
wave of heat through my body.
     Suddenly, there was a loud clap of thunder and the rain really poured
down.  We could hear Deanna screaming and laughing and saying, "Let's run for
it."  Whatever modesty I still retained made me stay where I was.  As soon
as they were gone, Jeff's hand was on my ass.
     I thought, "Since he's only touching my bathing suit, it's o.k."
     With that thought not yet erased, his hand slipped easily under the
soft material so that his hand was feeling and squeezing my bare bottom.
I moved quickly to pull his hand away, but he was still ahead of me.  He
took the offending hand off my buttock before I could make him do it.
That's when I knew why he did not object to me wanting his hand moved.
The side tie of my bikini bottom was open and his hand was on my belly
between my navel and my pubic area.
     "Please don't, Jeff," I said in as pitiful a voice as I could muster.
     "I promise all I'm going to do is just touch you, Cin," he whispered,
letting his hand leave that area and begin stroking my thigh.  Jeff must have
rubbed ALL the unforbidden areas of my body after that.  He touched my
hands, my face, my hair, my arms, but he did keep on kissing my lips and
my breasts since that was territory already claimed.  Occasionally, he
would suck very hard on a nipple, sending me soaring with the effect.
     I could feel his cock through his bathing suit and I could tell it
was erect as he was rubbing it against my upper leg.  He was sort of
laying half on and half off me.  When I became uncomfortable, I tried to
shift and this caused one of his legs to sort of "innocently" drop between
my thighs.  Jeff's bathing suit came almost to his knees but as he moved
and squirmed against my pubic mound, he soon had worked the leg of his
swimsuit up so that his bare thigh was pressing my crotch.
     Then came his hand just as I knew it would.  My thighs had been
separated by his right leg, and the hand that rested on top of my thigh
just seemingly slid to the vee made by my thighs.  Although he had never
mentioned love, I think I wanted to assume it because it would make all
this that was happening O.K.  To my surprise, and what I later realized
to be a very sly maneuver on his part, his hand left my pubic area.
Instead, it came to rest on the breast not occupied by his mouth.
     The thigh that he had resting between my thighs began to press and
move against my crotch.  As his leg bent, his knee pressed hard at my
pubic bone.  It was like he was going to put his knee inside me.  What he
did do was to furiously massage my pussy with his kneecap.  I had never
heard any of my girlfriends talk about this, but it started to really turn
me on.
     He did not seem about to stop and I could feel myself climbing to
some peak way up there, closer now, but still out of reach.  All my
protestations had melted.  The hands left my tits, but his lips continued
to worry the little peaks.
     Up to that time, in spite of passion, in spite of my feelings, in
spite of what others were doing, I had no intention of going further than
this very  heavy petting.  Furthermore, I almost resolved to stop everything
in its tracks when he did what he did next.  I don't know how he managed
so quickly and deftly, but the next thing I knew, the safety of his bathing
suit between us was gone.  I was shocked into a near panic when I discerned
that it was no longer his hairy thigh against me.  Instead it was his
abundant pubic hair pressing against my right outer thigh trapping his
manhood against my flesh.
     Gathering what little of that resolve I had left, I said, "Jeff,
we better stop."
     He raised up a little and I could see his face looking down at me
even under the blanket, "O.K.  I don't want to do anything you don't want
to do."  Then he said, "God, Cin, you're beautiful."
     I couldn't believe that I had waited until now to actually blush.
But he was looking down at my body, holding the blanket up so he could
see me, an expression I could not name on his face.  I don't think I had
ever felt more important or appreciated by anyone other than my family
in my life.  This was the second time that any boy had seen me naked.
     "I just want to hold you for a minute," he said as he laid his head
down on my breasts with one ear covering a nipple.  He slid his left arm
under me and his right arm was draped over my waist.  I brought up one hand
and began to rub his head.  The rain had stopped, but we were soaked inside
the blanket. Our body heat causied a tepid warmth that was actually very
pleasant.
     As I rubbed his head, his right hand began to stroke my right side.
I said, "Don't, that tickles."  He moved his hand from my side and down
to my left leg.  He began rubbing it very lightly and I enjoyed the
feeling.  His head twisted and he kissed the ear-warmed nipple and suckled
it lightly.  I felt my emotions stir again.
     Holding my left leg with his right hand, Jeff rolled off me, onto his
side, pulling me with him, and draping my left leg over his right leg.
Then he was kissing my lips again, and I pressed my tongue into his mouth.
My leg was lifted under the knee and his hand slid the length of my thigh
to my pussy.  This time, his fingers began to pull and stroke the hair at
the top of my mound.  It felt so good and it had been such a long time.
The fingers began stroking along the line of my slit...up and down, over
and over again.  As if he had turned the dials of a combination lock, the
labia opened for him.   Jeff's fingers were suddenly inside me and I
still could have stopped it right there.  No one but Robbie had ever
touched me like this and, frankly, I was becoming frightened.  Jeff pulled
out his finger and inserted his thumb in the still open gash.  This
inverted digit was pressing its second knuckle against my clitoris and I
melted.  It was the way Robbie had done me when I was 14.
     He pushed and pulled in and out of me with his thumb for a couple of
dozen strokes, but I really wasn't counting.  Then he rolls over so that
he is on top of me between my legs.  Knowing that Jeff is finally about
to do that thing that I so desparately wanted Robbie to do, I want to say
no.  It's not as if there is any question about it.  I know deep inside
that all I have to do is say no and he will stop.  Otherwise, it would be
rape, and I knew that Jeff would never rape me.
     Well it wasn't rape because I had no will to resist in any way.  I
did not know what to do with my hands, so I put my arms around his neck
and pressed my naked up against his.  I will probably never know how much
encouragement he felt from that one move.
     His thumb moved in a circle a few times and then pulled out of me.
He put his hand on his dick and placed it at where he thought my opening
should be.  He jutted forward and it bounced off perineum.  At least he
had found my pussy with his fingers.  Even Kevin couldn't do that.  Jeff
reached between us to find my pussy again, and guided himself to the
opening, but just wasn't able find a way in.
     Acting as if I knew what I were doing, and pretending it was a
penis shaped dildo I put one hand down there to assist.  When It was
aligned, he slid ever so gently into me.  His cock was not real large,
not even as big as Robbie's, but it was a beautiful sensation of being
stretched.   At last, my first real cock in my pussy.  The falsley
manufactured perception of the precious virginity I had been saving was
taken away forever.
     Jeff was holding himself very still, not moving at all, his hard cock
buried inside me.  I felt a drop of water running into my ass crack, when
I suddenly realized it wasn't water after all.  It was his semen.  I
realized that he must have come immediately upon entering me.  I didn't
understand what was going on.  I remember wondering if this is all there
really is to it.
     I shouldn't have been concerned.  Jeff was young and very virile.
I squinted my eyes and succeeded in squeezing his cock lightly within my
vagina. I don't know if he took it as a cue or a request, but his response
was to begin a slow exit from my cunt.  Before he could push it back in, I
reached between us and wrapped my hand around the shaft.  I could tell that
the head of it was just below my little finger.  My hand fit easily all
around it.  I was so surprised at how small it was compared to the dildo
or even to Robbie.  I was even more surprised at how well it still filled
and stretched my cunt.
     All of a sudden, it dawned on me.  I had felt his seminal fluid running
out of me.  I recalled, "safe."  Fear and realization shot through me as I
looked up at Jeff and asked "Did you use anything?"  I pulled him completely
out of me.
     "What?"
     "I don't want to get pregnant.  Did you use anything."
     "No.  You mean you're not on the pill?"
     "Jeff," I said trying to make my fear sound like exasperation, "Why
would I be on the pill?  I don't make this a common practice.  This is my
first time."
     He looked surprised, "No shit?  Damn.. Uh, I didn't know."  The
surprise turned to concern, "Did I hurt you?  Are you bleeding or anything?"
     I broke down and began to cry in earnest now.  "Yes it hurt."  I
don't know why I lied.  I rolled over and turned my back to him.
     "God, Cin, I'm sorry."
     "I'll be O.K.," I sobbed.  Shutting him out of my mind, I began to
count. By the time I did some rapid calculating, I knew then that I probably
had nothing to worry about this time.  My period was due to start either
tomorrow or Thursday.  The rhythm method sure worked for mom.  Whether I
was lying to myself or not, I didn't care right then.  I just needed to feel
better about it.  With resolve, I promised to never let something this stupid
happen again.     Satisfied that all was o.k., I let him start petting me
and rubbing my back.  My rationalzation was that since he had already cum
in me, that it wouldn't matter if we did it again.  In just a few minutes
he was laboring over my breasts again, a finger probing deeply into my
cum-filled box.  I had any resolve at all left over from Robbie or Kevin,
I just let it melt into counting days just to be sure, and then with hands
on each side of his face, I pulled his face to me until we could kiss.
     My knees were raised along his sides, making my body a perfect cradle
for his as it lay on mine.  The head of his wet cock, now hard as ever, was
trapped between our bellies.  This time as he slide his body downward to
find my opening, he probed, once...twice...and then sank easily into my
cum- drenched pussy.  Jeff just lay there for a few minutes not even moving
his lower body.  He just kept kissing my face, my eyes, my neck, my
lips and his hands burned trails over my torso and legs.
     I'm sure it was I who finally made the first move.  I raised my feet
and hooked them behind his muscular thighs and levered myself up against
him.  I don't know how I knew to do that.  It just seemed to come naturally.
This movement drove him even deeper, making him moan with the pleasure.
Then I alternately clenched and unclenched my exercise-strong cheerleader's
thighs around him until I felt him make his first movement of withdrawal.
     I had never had orgasm with a penis in my vagina.  My only releases
had been with a vibrator, a dildo, Robbie's fingers and mouth, and my own
hand.    Then Jeff was moving a little more.  He began taking longer
strokes, in and out of me, but the juices inside kept the friction to a
minimum and I was not building to a peak like I knew I should.  Then he
surprised me by what he said.
     "Oh, fuck, Cin...fuck!...Yes, you're so good....Hmmmmm...so good,"
he began as he continued the insertion and withdrawal.  "Oh sweet, Cin...
your pussy is so tight and sweet....unhgh.. Ahhh.. Yes Cin."  And he just
went on and on with stuff like that.  The words were not very coherent,
but he uttered them just the same.
     In any case, these utterances were a real turn-on.  I decided that
if I wanted to get more out of this, I'd have to do my part.  So I began
to answer his thrusts with bumps and grinds of my belly against his.  He
held himself off me by one outstretched arm and carressed me wherever he
could reach with his other hand.
     Letting my hand slide flat on my stomach down past my navel and into
the area where we were joined, my thumb and forefinger circled his cock.
I was delighted at my discovery.  I could feel my pussy lips climbing
follow his cock outward, clinging to his shaft as he withdrew, only to be
pressed back in as he pushed forward.  It was just like it had been with
my old artificial friend.
     Releasing him, I let my hand lay flat on my lower belly with fingers
pointed at the juncture of our bodies.  Edging the fingertips forward, I
was able to use a fingertip to poke and prod my clitoris.  This was just
the impetus I had needed.  Jeff caught on to what I was trying to do.
He stopped thrusting and somehow with his hands cupped under my buttocks,
he pulled his knees under him.  I was careful not to let the blanket
covering us fall away.  This new position made me feel like there was a
pry bar anchored in the bottom of my cunt pulling up on my clitoris.
There was sufficient light flooding the space inder the blanket to allow
Jeff to look down and see his cock in me.
     He lifted my ass with his hands again.  Leaning back on his heels,
he pulled my hips until my bottom rested on his lap, allowing him deeper
access, but relieving the "pry bar" pressure.  Next he put his thumb into
the space between his entry way and my love button.  When the thumb started
in, the additional stretching hurt a little, but I only moaned slightly.
This maneuver left his fingers free to scratch my navel and belly.  I
thought he was going to rub the clitoris with the thumb, but instead he
very slowly pushed his thumb as far as it would go into my cunt along the
top of his penis.
     With his thumb fully imbedded along the top ridge of his cock, Jeff
began to lift his hand upward and away from his body hard so the inside of
his thumb was pressed firmly against the apex of my opening.  He began to
glide the thumb back out and then in again.  That did it.  I could hear
the blood begin to rush in my ears as my long-awaited orgasm hit me.  It
came on like a flood and I could feel my whole body giving way before it.
All the times with my own hand...all the vibrators, even Robbie could never
match what that act he had done to me.
     Before my throes of orgasm had passed, Jeff withdrew his thumb and
began to pump me with his wonderful tool.  His hands were on my hips, but
he let that magical thumb tip make its print on my clitoris.  He didn't
know that it was hurting me, but I was so grateful that I began bucking
with him, trying to help out in the very awkward position.
     Jeff stopped the pumping for just a moment, stretched out his legs
again and was fucking me again.  And it went on and on.  The next orgasm
was unexpected and as he pounded me, I was chanting my response in time
to his movement, "Unnh..uh..ahh..ungh..ohh..y-ess...uh...uh...ohhhhh...God...
Hmmmm.. Mmmyph... Jeff... Ungh..aaaahahhha..  hoooo,,, eEeeeaaaaiaii...
I-I..mmmmm.. ohgod...ohgod...hungh..," and then I felt it take me and I
let out my release in a low guttural moan reminiscent of a rutting beast,
"UuuuummmmnnnnnnHHhaa-Aaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee.mmmmmmmmmmmmggngngn."
     Jeff still had not cum again.  I was amazed at how long he could go
because of the way he went so fast earlier.  As he continued to pump in
and out of my pussy, I knew what I wanted to do.  I twisted my hips and
pulled away so that his rod plopped  out of me.  His first look of
puzzlement and disappointment had not fully set when I said, "Lie down
here on your back."  I patted the blanket beside me.
     I was remembering how upset I was after Robbie took advantage of my
ignorance about such things.  As Jeff lay back, I rolled over so my head
was in his lap.  When he realized what was about to happen to him, He just
said, "Oohhhh, myyyy, Goddd."  Then, "Ungaaahh," as my mouth literally
sucked him into itself.  It was true that he was not nearly the size of
Robbie, but that just made my job easier.
     I licked all around his member until all our mingled juices were
washed away.  Then I let his entire four inched slip through my lips until
my nose was buried in his pubic hair.  I had not been able to do this with
Robbie.  Then I backed off until I locked my lips around the collar of the
head.  I wrapped one hand around the remainder between my mouth and his
belly.  He took my wrist and pumped my fist along the length of his cock.
I sucked firmly on the cap of his cock.  I removed my mouth just intime as
his cum began spurting onto my tits and face.  Then bravely I enveloped his
still spending rod in my mouth and sucked and swallowed with every throb of
his dick until it was limp once more.
     When he had completely relaxed, I stretched out on my back beside him.
Jeff rolled over and sort of lay half on and half off me.  Placing one hand
on my chest he began to rub the cum that had landed there into my tits.
It felt good, so I just lay there and let him do it.
     After a few minutes, I poked my head out from under the blanket and
couldn't see anyone around at all.  I could smell the charcoal and the hot
dogs and figured that the others were on the other side of the island at
the pavillion cooking.  The rain had evidently scared off everyone else
and we had no competition for the facility.
     At that moment, I was not the least bit interested in food.  I just
hoped that Jeff wasn't too hungry.  The sun was out again, so I reached
over to the plastic carry-all and pulled out a dry towel.  I tossed back
the corner of the blanket and crawled out.  Jeff just lay there, hands
folded under his head, and watched me as I wrapped myself in the towel.
I knelt down beside him and flipped the blanket off his groin area.  I
giggled at what I saw.  It just lay there lying over to one side.
     Jeff laughed, "I think you killed him."
     I had a perverse thought and acted on it.  "Perhaps he just needs a
little mouth to mouth resuscitation."  I bent at the waist and poked at
his lifeless member with my tongue.  I giggled again, "I think it may be
too late."
     Jeff raised his head and looked down.  He let a frown cross his
features and said, "Aren't you going to at least try?"
     "You're right, I better try."  I took it in my hand and held it
upright. Very slowly I let my face descend toward it.  "Slow motion, like
in the movies," I added.  Jeff laughed.
     His laugh stopped abruptly as my mouth covered the end of his cock
and licked around it a couple of time.  There was an immediate reaction.
I leaned back and looked at the cock again.  Then seriously said, "I think
we have a chance."
     Jeff's cock was not like Robbies in another respect.  Robbie had been
circumcised so that there was no foreskin around his mushroom-shaped glans.
Jeff, on the other hand, although circumcised, still had an abundant and
fleshy foreskin.  Befiore I took him into my mouth again, I wrapped a hand
around the shaft and pushed down.  The foreskin simply slid back, and the
head was just like Robbie's, only a little smaller.  Also, instead of
being sort of purple, Jeff's was mostly pink.
     This time I placed my mouth just on the head and began to deliver a
slight sucking pressure.  Then I removed my hand and took as much of
Jeff's tool into my mouth as I could without gagging.  After only a lick
or three, his cock was a full size and rigidity again.  My position was
that my knees were drawn up under me and were against Jeff's hips.  I was
bent over at the waist so I could reach his cock with my mouth.  I was not
aware of how vulnerable I was until, I felt Jeff's hand on my ass.
     He didn't keep it there for long, however.  He had succeeded in
finding my pussy from behind with his fingers.  True, he could no
accomplish much with the way I was positioned, so I shifted my body until
I could work my thighs apart.  This allowed him to play along my cunny
lips, but was not very effective as a clitoral stimulant.  I liked it
anyway.
     I leaned back once more and looked at what a good job I had done
reviving him.  The next thing I did was totally spontaneous on my part,
and inspired by a picture I had seen in a magazine when I was 14.  Standing
on my knees, I turned until I could put my left thigh across Jeff's groin.
Straddling him that way, I gripped his cock in my hand and carefully
positioned first him and then me until I took the tip between my still
cum-lubricated pussy lips.  Squatting there, I lowered my cunt onto his
dick until I had my knees almost even with my shoulders.
     When I hit bottom, both of us grunted.  Jeff's eyes were closed and
his mouth was open.  I leaned forward to put my breasts on his chest, and
so I could kiss him.  I didn't quite make it.  I was so short, and I was
trying to reach so far, that his cock slipped out and sort of smacked me
on the ass.  Wiggling my body down his, I repositioned myself.  This time,
I just sat on him with my legs spread in a split.  Cheerleaders can do
wonderful things with their bodies.
     I still had to raise my bottom up and reach between us to guide him
in, but it was no problem that second time.  He went in easily once more.
The same groan issued from both of us again.  The next time I leaned
forward, I was satisfied to find his nipples under my mouth.  I began to
lick and nibble at them.  The way his hips bucked, I thought he was going
to throw me off.
     "Oh, god.  Cin...Cin...," he just moaned.
     Then I sat up and began to ride him.  My knees were now splayed out
to his side as I pulled my feet back so if I were not on him, I would be
sitting on my heels.  Placing a hand on his chest, I climbed his pole.
As I lowered myself back down, his hands came up and cupped my breasts.
And I just continued to ride him up and down.  Occassionally I could feel
his body sort of jerk.  Each such spasm was accompanied by his hands either
locking hard on my breasts or a sudden pinch of my nipples.  Both actions
just enflamed me.  I began to ride him faster, up and down, up and down,
until I wanted to feel the orgasm still locked inside me.
     Not knowing how to accomplish it, but going by what I had learned,
I let my hips roll under and back so Jeff's hard-on was rubbing against
my clitoris. What I had not anticipated was that such a move would set
him off.  He groaned loudly once, like the wind had been knocked from his
and his cock was pouring out its viscous libation once more.  Frantically,
I tried to maintain the rhythm that had gone awry by his climax, but it
was too late.  It appeared that was out again.  I even wondered if I was
just "lucky" that he had brought me off earlier.
     Actually, I had nothing to measure him against.  What I know today
is that Jeff must have been a truly remarkable lover.  There are not too
many who can lay claim to his knowledge and prowess at his age.  I think
that Kevin was probably more of the run of the mill.  Nice to be with, but
ignorant of women. Compared to Jeff, Kevin was a floundering infant.
     Just when I thought it was over, Jeff sat up.  He was still inside
me and the feeling of him changing position was somewhat...different.
I could feel his cock sort of withdraw, but as he pulled my legs forward,
I sort of sank down on it a little.  Then he just let me drop back as he
rolled forward.  I was on my back, my head pointing downhill, and Jeff
was between my legs.
     I started to raise my legs to his side like before, but he leaned
into meeven further and pushed my legs so that they were bent up to my
chest.  Then, inspite of his height, he put my heels on his shoulders.
With his arms outstretched, hands planted on the ground on either side of
my head, he began to move.  Now, I thought that his first move would be
to withdraw, but instead he pushed forward.  Never again will I think he
was small.  I'm sure it was the position, but when he drove himself deeper,
his angle caused him to jab into the forwar end of my cervix.  I found it
to be an extremely uncomfortable feeling, but as he began to pump out, then
back in until he was pistoning in and out very rapidly, it didn't matter
any more.
     There was his wonderful thumb on my clitoris again.  He didn't have
to move it.  He just sort of locked it in place, and our movements provided
all the stimulation necessary.  While not as intense as the previous orgasms,
it was nevertheless lovely, because as I peaked, I could feel my involuntary
spasms begin to grip and release his cock.  And then all I could do was grunt
and explode around him as he kept right on driving the thing home against
my poor cervix.  This time I just closed my eyes and let myself relax.
     Jeff never missed a stroke.  He just kept pounding away at my body,
but I felt so wonderfully drained that I did not mind.  He had already cum
three times and I just supposed that four was pushing it .  About that time,
however, he began to chant, "Cin, yes, ohhh.  Ahhh..mmm.,,oh Cin...dy..,"
and then  could tell it was happening again.  I let a hand move between us
and my thumb and forefinger encircled is throbbing cock.  I just let it
glide wetly between my fingers until Jeff just collapsed on me again.  I
had to wiggle just a bit to get my legs free and down from their height.
     Suddenly, I was flooded with love and compassion that could not be
denied.  There was something more than sex that I wanted.  I stroked the
back of Jeff's head with one hand while I fought the lump than came into
my throat. The feel of his penis as it shrank inside me, only heightened
the feeling.  I was overwhelmed by an emotion that I still remember as one
of joy.  As Jeff rolled to one side, I rolled with him, his legs still
between mine.  His cock plopped wetly from my pussy to lay on my inner thigh.
     I knew I had liked him a lot, but  it had become more than just
"liking." What had happened was of paramount importance.  I had given Jeff
my ultimate,  and more.  I didn't want to loose the guy who got my "true
virginity."  Oh, how naive I was.  I blurted out, "I love you, Jeff."  I
said it as much to apologize for getting upset about being "safe" as much
as anything, but I really meant it and wanted to tell him so.
     His reaction was totally unexpected, "Cin,  I - I like you..uh.. a
lot, but, well, you know...this was just for...ahhh.. fun.  Tami's in Europe
for the summer and... well.. we ....Gosh, Cin, I don't know what to say."
     I exploded.  "You...you...bastard.  You've been dating me for almost
two months and never one time did you mention that stuck up little bitch!"
I began to slap and hit at him.  "You fucked me!  You fucked me!  Damn you!"
I screamed as my fists flailed at him.  He tried to get hold of my wrists,
but I started pushing myself out from under him with my feet.  "Get away
from me!  You tricked me!  You let me...do...all those things to you!"
I was sobbing uncontrollably as he still held my wrists.  Let GO!"  I was
now standing, kicking at him, when satisfying thing that could have
happened, did happen.  My right foot trying to push me further from him
slipped and landed solidly in his crotch.  Jeff dropped into a fetal
position grabbing his privates I suppose.  Then I was out of the blanket,
standing there in the raw, the towel having dropped to lay around my feet.
     Retrieving the towel, I kicked once more at his groaning form, I
retrieved my bikini and put it back on.  When I felt his juices running
from my pussy and down my leg, I burst into tears and ran down to the water
and jumped in.  Swimming out a ways, I pulled the bikini off and used my
hands to try to clean myself, even trying to pull the sticky strings of
semen from my vagina.  I rinsed the bathing suit, put it on and swam for
shore.  I walked to where Jeff was kneeling still holding his crotch.  I
almost gagged when I saw the puddle where he had vomited.  I just said,
"Bastard!  I hope I broke it" and walked away.
     Deanna and Bobby, and Beth and Woody were on the other side of the
island grilling hot dogs.  Their knowing look did not escape me as I tried
to look nonchalant.  Beth, who was not one of my favorite people in the world
said, "Tami is sure going to be pissed at you when she gets back."
     "Shut up, dick breath." I shot back.  Shocked wasn't the word for her
look.
     So that's the way it happened for me.  I didn't speak to Jeff again
that day.  On the way home I rode in the back with Deanna and made Bobby
sit up front.  Dick Breath did shut up.  You better believe Tami was pissed
when she got back.  They say she used a knee to finish what I started.
Jeff went on to basketball glory and made a name for himself at a SEC
university.  I never spoke to him again.  Last I heard he had knocked up
a university variety cheerleader and her father made all the wedding
arrangements.  The pro scouts finally quit looking at him after he ruined
a knee.
     The saddest story was Kevin.  He wasn't able to make varsity at Wake
Forest, but was satisfied just doing well in school.  He married a girl he
met in Winston-Salem while he was a Junior.  During his senior year Kevin was
diagnosed as having leukemia.  He lived just one year after it was found.
It never went into remission.  I'm not sure what happened to his wife
     Oh yeah, I almost forgot about Tami.  Well we became very good friends
throughout my senior year of high school.  I found out that she had been
screwing Jeff ever since middle school.  After some of the stories she told
me, it was no wonder Jeff was as good as he was.  They had gotten their sex
education from "some books" they had found, and started to experiment when
she was 14.  She dumped him because he was always on the make.  It seems that
he had been giving and taking "intimacy" instructions with several of the
girls at school.  I was just another link in the chain.
     Tammy and I both went to the University of Maryland, but she tossed in
the towel when a local restaurant owner promised to love, honor and cherish
her, as well as shower her with anything she wants.  She told me recently on
a visit that although he is 15 years her senior, they have a good marriage,
and that she fucks his brains out on a regular basis.  All that book-learning
I suppose.  And their twin girls are just precious.
     As for me, I had become appalled at my erratic sexual conduct.  It seemed
that after a time of abstinence, I would do just fine.  But when I gave in to
the emotions that besieged me from time to time, I turned into what I would
define as a wanton slut.  My sexual nature seemingly had no conscience, only
a drive.  Except for the three episodes I have described, I had no other
intimate sexual encounters until I graduated from high school.  Furthermore,
my sex life after the encounter with Jeff until the summer I turned 23 was
pretty tame.
     In the intervening years, I dated only when I really wanted to except
for the forced dates during sorority rush, and even though I found the man
I'm going to marry, I was able to avoid further overtly promiscuous episodes.
My fiance knows that I'm not a virgin, but he has respected my wishes that we
hold our passions until we are married.  What I haven't told him is how I
spent my 23rd birthday in New York City right after I left his parents' home
in Buffalo....but that's in the next episode.