Debby caught up with me as I was walking home from
school. “Slow down,” was the first thing she said. I
slowed. “So how do you like it so far, high school I
mean?”
I smiled down at her. She was only about five-two but
every inch of her was prime, beautiful, hot – pick a
word; she was as pretty as any girl in the big high
school. She was a neighbor and a junior. I was a lowly
freshman. She was a sub-deb, a member of the highest
and snootiest clique. I was nothing but a scrub on the
football team in one advanced math class.
“OK.” I said brightly.
“I need a favor,” she said, shifting her backpack to
the other shoulder.
“Hard to believe.”
“Why?”
I laughed.
“You’re mean. Seriously, I do need a favor. I’m the
only girl in my group that hasn’t done it.”
I stopped, and we faced each other.
“Done it?” I asked stupidly.
“Fucked,” she said.
I was shocked to hear the word from her luscious lips,
lips made for kissing obviously. And maybe some other
things.
We stopped again and faced each other.
“What?” I
hoarsely whispered. “You haven’t done that?”
She shook her head, tossing golden curls that fell
back into place as if by magic.
“Nope, not once.” She sniffed. “And they make fun of
me, Gloria and Jeannie and the others.”
“They put out, I mean, have sex with guys?”
She smiled briefly, grabbed my arm and pulled us
together, looked up at me and whispered, “I can’t tell
you, but, yes, they do and I want to.”
“Why? I mean what’s the big deal?” Since I had never
had sex with anybody and had not really thought about
doing it for real other than in my fevered
imagination, it was a curious and exciting idea. I
felt my cock quiver. I usually took care of it as soon
as I got home.
She nodded. “So, anyhow, you’re a nice guy and a
neighbor so, well, I thought you could, like, do me a
favor and bonk me.”
“You did, you thought that?”
She nodded and smiled, and we started walking again.
“Well?” she asked.
“You are crazy,” I said.
“Don’t you like me?” she asked, pouting.
“Other than saying hello a few times, we don’t know
each other. You’re what, two years older than me?”
“No, just one, I’m fifteen; I skipped a grade.”
We walked some more, quietly.
“Where?” I asked, excited by the idea, playing with it
in my imagination.
“Nobody’s home at my house.”
“Really?”
She nodded.
We walked some more.
“OK,” I said.
“Have you got a condom?”
We stopped.
“A what?”
“You know, a rubber, a raincoat, birth control,
right?”
I nodded.
“Do you have one?’
I shook my head and blinked at her.
“Then we better get one, maybe more than one.”
I nodded and when we got to the grocery store we went
in, wandered around, found a rack of them, and she
picked a three-pack that said ultra-thin and handed it
to me. “Have you got some money?”
I shook my head and she dug a five out of a pocket of
her backpack.
We went through the scanner and paid and left. She
held out her hand, and I gave her the change and the
condoms.
She gave them back and giggled.
“You think its funny?” I asked.
“No, no, it’s just, well, nobody would believe us.
That’s all.”
“You are right, absolutely right.”
We walked to her house, went in the back door and
right up to her room. I was excited. I don’t know what
she was. I watched her put down her bag and pull her
sweater over her curly head.
I about died right then and there. What a pair of
beauties!
“Well, get undressed,” she said. “That’s how people do
it, naked.”
I hadn’t thought about that. I’m really skinny and
kind of bony, six feet tall and 135 pounds. You can
count my ribs and see my shin bones. And I have big
feet too. The coach kept me as third-string
quarterback and safety because I can remember things,
like plays and formations. Mostly I hold for kicks.
And in the showers, I get a lot of ribbing and towel
snapping. They like making fun of my bony spine, thin
butt and my big cock. It grew when I had a growth
spurt in eighth grade. It’s pretty big, not very thick
but longer than most guys my age I think.
So anyhow, we undressed, not looking at each other and
when I put my stuff on a chair and turned around, she
was in bed, under a sheet.
She squealed. “Billy, my god, how big is that thing?”
she cried, pointing at my prick which was pretty
excited, filling and jumping around.
I smiled at her and grasped my nuts which had kind of
balled up at the base of my penis. I held it out
toward her, arched up and getting rigid.
“I don’t know,” I lied not wanted to admit that I had
measured it more than once. Maybe eight and a half
inches most days.
“It’s much too big. I’m sorry, but it’s frightening.
It would really hurt me.”
“Let’s try,” I said, crawling up and raising the sheet
to get in beside her. “We can stop if it hurts.”
She put her hand down on my cock. “Oh, it’s hot and
hard.” She stroked. “It’s so big and I can feel your
blood pulsing in it.”
I didn’t know where to put my hands so I put one on
her shoulder, pulled her toward me and kissed her. She
jumped back and blinked at me.
“What was that for?”
“Isn’t kissing part of doing it?”
“I don’t know. I suppose.” And she wiggled closer and
kissed me, raising up at little. I got my arm around
her and held her and we kissed.
“Are you ready?” she asked quietly after our tongues
had touched briefly.
I nodded.
“Give me a condom.”
“Oops, forgot.” I slipped out of bed, crossed the
room, found my pants and then the package and hurried
back and dove under the sheet, smiling, eager, my
prick sticking straight out. I handed the package to
her and she tore it open, took out an envelope and
opened it with her teeth and held up the rubber thing.
I had never seen one.
“Lie back,” she said.
I did and she tossed back the sheet and squealed
again. I looked down my lean body. It was standing
straight up, tall and pulsing, looking a foot long,
the head turning sort of purple.
She sat up and licked its head and the slowly skinned
the rubber down my shaft which is about as thick as a
garden hose I guess. It did not go all the way down.
She pulled at the top some and then sniffed and smiled
at me. “Ready, I guess.”
“How’d you learn to do that?”
“Junior high sex-ed, we put condoms on bananas.”
“All we did was look at pictures of what various
disease you could get. Scared me blue.”
“How do you want to do this?” she asked quietly,
ignoring his last statement.
“Your idea, you decide.”
She nodded, swung a leg over me, crouched over my
thighs, wiggled up until my prong was nudging her
belly, put her hands on my shoulders and then eased
herself down, easing her nipples right past my face.
“Hold it steady,” she said.
I grabbed it at the base and watched as her bulging
lips swallowed the hard-ridged head of my stiff prick.
It just diappeared. The feeling was wonderful,
indescribable.
She made a funny noise, a kind of loud exhale,
squinted her eyes closed and rocked from side to side
as she impaled herself, all the way down until our
bellies met.
‘We did it,” she said, gasping for breath.
“You did it. You popped your own cherry. Mine too of
course.”
She rose on her elbows and looked down at me. “You
didn’t tell me you were a virgin.” The fell of her
breasts moving on my chest was wonderful, exciting,
stimulating – all of those.
I smiled. “You didn’t ask. What now?”
She rose so she was sitting up on me, her lovely
breasts jutting out. She tossed back her hair. “Now,
well now I ride you, I fuck you.”
And she started moving up and down and back and forth,
faster and faster, eyes closed, tongue tip in the
corner of her mouth. I tried to match her motions but
gave up and just lay there and enjoyed the ride. My
stiff cock was in heaven, but my balls were in
turmoil.
I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back, but I
couldn’t, and I came, ejaculating several times deep
within her rippling vagina.
She stopped. “What happened? It’s real warm. You…”
“I came,” I said quietly. “Sorry.”
She nodded, dismounted and flopped down beside me. “It
was a good start,” she said quietly as I peeled off
the soggy rubber. I dropped it on the floor, opened
another packet with my teeth and slipped it on. I was
very sticky and guess I should have washed but I was
eager to get back into her.
“What are you doing?” she asked as I got between her
legs, held my re-sheathed ram and screwed its head
into her
wet, pink lips and pushed. She was warm and
slippery. It went right into the balls.
She arched and grunted.
Pretty soon we were really smacking our bellies
together, and I was ramming as fast as I could. Both
of us were grunting with effort and her legs were
locked behind my butt.
“Higher,” she gasped, “move higher.”
I did and she moaned, shook and shuddered. “Good, oh
good,” she sobbed. “More, right there, more, more!”
I gave it to her hard and fast until I felt my semen
moving again and held it deep, gritted my teeth and
came again, pumping out three or four big gobs of jism
and then flopping down on her. She pushed me off and
ran for the bathroom with her hands between her legs.
I peeled off the second condom and dropped it on the
floor by the first one. I wiped my sticky cock on the
sheet and wiggled the third rubber onto my rod and lay
back, feeling very proud of myself. I was still hard.
She came back into the room cuddled up beside me,
kissing my neck and cheek. “That was great,” she
signed.
“More?” I asked hopefully.
She shook her head. “Enough, plenty.
You did fine.”
“We’ve got one more.”
“Save it.”
“Can we do it again sometime?”
She sniffed. “I don’t think so. Maybe later, when
you’re older.”
“OK,” I said reluctantly. “I’d better get home. Mom’ll
wonder.”
“Thanks, Billy,” she said, lying back and pulling the
sheet up to her chin.
I dressed and left, still wearing the third rubber.
The next day when we passed each other in the hall,
she smiled briefly.