Lizzie stepped into the shower and felt the hot water wash down over her
right shoulder and then down her back as she turned and faced away from the
hissing shower head. Leaning back, her blonde hair began to gain weight as
it became saturated with water. Closing her eyes she allowed the soothing,
warm spray to surge down over her face. Breathing in shallow so as not to
draw water up her nose or into her slightly open mouth, she filled her lungs
then held her breath. As she did she could feel, almost hear her heart
beating. She was alone. Alone was something she had not known for many
months. She lingered and savored the moment until the need for fresh air
drew her back to reality. Maybe too far back, for as she pulled her face
from the streaming water an uncontrollable panic filled her mind and caused
her calm relaxed pulse rate to race once again.
Where was Wanda? Why had she forgotten to remind her to “Hurry up?” What
were they up to now? She sputtered, exhaling hard and fast, then gasping in
again in a short painful and wet breath. Then as quickly as the panic had
gripped her, a newer reality came back into focus. She looked around her in
a half discovering half remembering gaze; she was in her parent’s shower.
The big one in Mother and Daddies bedroom. She was alone, for real and she
felt a great comfort. Comfort as if the arms of the God she had learned of
all her life where holding her. Giving her the strength that family and
friends had always given her.
It was late and she was getting ready, cleaned up for the first meeting with
her special friend Matt. You could say they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
They had been close friends and playmates for many years. Matt’s family had
lived on the block before he was born. Lizzie’s Father had bought they’re
home the year after she was born. There wasn’t a time she could remember not
seeing him or knowing that he lived three houses down then four more after
turning left. Perhaps even before having a functional understanding of left
from right. A time before riding a two wheeler or before stepping up the big
steps of the school bus they had forever shared. He was her best, most
trusted friend and he was the one person besides her immediate family that
she most longed to see.
It had been nine months. Nine long yet short months. Long, because time had
seemingly stood still. Short, for she had only been the person she was
forced to become long enough to know she didn’t want to loose her real self
to the identity of madness that had lingered just around the next turn.
Lizzie has always been confident and strong. An outside observer might say
that her parents, family and church has given this to her. But it is more
than just this, it is, she is, one of history’s few natural born heroes.
Often we as the watchers, the many who witness the events of our world, only
come to know of our heroes or heroines after the heroic deeds are done.
Lizzie is no different than you or I in this matter. It was only now as she
continued to linger and enjoy the sensation of the hot water flowing down
her body that she was beginning to except and realize just what she had done
and how she had survived.
Friday night, May 31st, 2002
Lizzie was standing in the bathroom she shares with her sister. Just a few
final touches to her hair. One more look at her dress, just as the door bell
rings. Without one more thought of herself, down she flies landing at the
bottom of the stairs. Thinking to herself, “Well that must be why they call
it, the landing” speaking of the small half circle carpeted spot at the
bottom of the access to the second floor of the house, that is her home.
Lizzie’s Mother is already at the door and has it half way open before
Lizzie has a chance to gather her thoughts. So she goes into her social
mode. One that she has learned by example. By observing her Mother,
Grandmother and any number of the ladies from the church she and her family
attend.
Matt is standing there dressed in one of his best suits. Before taking the
time to look at him, Lizzie quickly looks over his shoulder to Matt’s Mother
who is sitting in her car as her son is retrieving his date for the night.
Lizzie gives her a quick animated wave and she waves back.
Lizzie finally brings her eyes to Matt, starting at his eyes. She is quite
please to find his eyes to be looking straight into hers. They have several
times in the past looked at each others eyes in a mirror, both commenting on
how much they’re deep blue eyes looked the same.
“Hi Elizabeth”, he says. Matt started calling her by her full name a couple
years back. Mainly because her Father and Uncles always called her that at
family and friend gatherings. He always assumed it was the proper way for a
man to show respect to a lady in public. Although the two had been friends
forever, they had only recently started using pet names for each other. Matt
often called her “Sweet” or “Beth” and she had started calling him honey or
dear, once or twice sweetheart but to her he was and is Matt. She had come
to know that she could trust him. That he would never force himself or his
will on her. She could be herself when they were alone together, but
unfortunately at they’re ages and social order, being alone together did not
often happen.
Lizzie gave her Mother a kiss then took Matt’s hand and together they walk
to the car. They were on they’re way to a church teen social and dance. They
had met together many times for such events but this was the first time
they’re parents had allowed it to be a real date. Lizzie was fourteen and
Matt fifteen. Matt felt proud as he and Lizzie sat in the back seat of his
Mother’s car. Lizzie snuggled up under Matt’s left arm not at all worried
about her dress, all she wanted was to be as close to Matt as possible.
The Church was big. Lizzie had heard the elders say many times from the
pulpit how “God had blessed our congregation with this wonderful facility.”
Twelve acres including a full service basketball court sized gym, lighted
softball field, multipurpose room as well as the class rooms and Sanctuary.
The whole place was nearly as big as the high school Lizzie had started
attending this year.
When they got to the dance most of the kids there were already dancing so
they went right out to the floor and held each other close. Matt couldn’t
believe they were playing a slow song already, but it was nice. They had
kissed many times over the last few months since Lizzie had come to join him
in high school. Matt had always been waiting for this year to make it
official that they were a couple. Now it felt so right that they were
together. They both felt that in a crowd of about 120 kids they some how had
anonymity. They were becoming young adults and the feelings and desires they
felt toward each other were becoming as strong as any of us who have lived
through this time of life, have ever felt.
Matt raised Lizzie’s head from his shoulder. Even though the lighting was
low he could see into her eyes. Lizzie smiled that sweet trusting grin,
slowly closed her eyes and puckered just slightly enough to let Matt know
what she wanted. Matt touched his lips to hers. With his eyes still open the
kiss grew slightly beyond a peck. He could feel her breath against his
mouth. He looked at her smooth skin and the fine blonde hairs of her eye
brows. As he pressed his lips tighter to hers he breathed in deeply through
his nose and drew in her sweet sent. The sent of her hair, a cologne that
was new to her and just the precious smell of the most wonderful young woman
in the world.
The song had long ended and other couples around them were beginning to
snicker and clear their throats. Matt looked up but was unconcerned about
anyone but Lizzie. Her eyes were still closed but that sweet little grin of
hers had returned bigger yet and even sweeter than before. Her cheeks had
turned a bright shade of pink. He knew she didn’t want to open her eyes just
incase she was sleeping and maybe dreaming. “Sweet, I love you.” Lizzie
opened her eyes now as she heard his voice and saw the one thing she wanted
most. Two beautiful blue eyes looking deeply back into hers.
The crowd around them had moved from humored to embarrassed and even a
little aw struck by how totally unconcerned this beautiful, handsome couple
was. Most appeared to display a sense of respect and moved away to leave
them to themselves. “We really should find a more private place” Matt said,
as he released his hold around her just a little. Lizzie’s arms and hands
which had been around his neck as they danced were now lowered and resting
on his chest. Distracted for a moment she felt the smooth fabric of his suit
coat. This was no longer a boy, but a young man that was holding her in his
arms. Suddenly it hit her what he had just said to her. “He loves me” she
thought to herself. Matt took her right hand in his left hand and started to
lead her away to the side of the room. Lizzie didn’t budge and pulled Matt
back to her face to face. “Some how I thought I would be the first to say
it” she said softly. Matt looked at her and gave her a big grin of his own.
“Elizabeth, I have always known that you love me, because you always have. I
don’t remember just when I first knew it and it has certainly grown, but
it’s always been there. Freely given, unconditional and it taught me how to
love. How can I help but love you? I don’t think anyone who knows you has
ever felt rejected or pushed away by you. I thank God for you and that your
my girl.”
Lizzie could not see Matt very well now. The tears were filling her eyes and
distorting the image of the man that was speaking such wonderful things to
her. “I love you too Matt” she said, although the words sounded so weak
compared to the feelings she had in her heart. Lizzie had always felt loved,
at home, in school, and in church. She thought to herself now that perhaps
she had taken it for granted, something she would never do again.
After an hour of making the rounds at the dance, Matt ask Lizzie if she
would go with him to find a place so they could be alone. “I mean really
alone” he said. She looked at him and didn’t hesitate a moment. Slowly and
quietly they slipped out and away from the dance.
As they together walked down the hallway of the classroom building, they
enjoyed the fact that they were alone if not really in a private place yet.
Matt tried each door on the right and Lizzie tried the ones on the left. She
turned it right and then left, it was unlocked! They walked through the open
door and allowed their eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room.
As he closed the door behind them, Matt realized where they were first. It
was the quilting ladies room. It was full of wooden frames holding quilts in
various stages of construction. Around each quilt frame were several folding
chairs. The room was practically filled from one side to the other. But they
were alone, at last, truly alone.
They both knew that it was late and the opportunity to be together like this
would not last long. Lizzie thought to herself that just being here kissing
her man would be enough for her, but she also understood a little about the
difference between men and women. She knew Matt would not push or force
anything here, not now. He would wait for her as long as it took. Still she
wanted to give herself to him, to let him know that she is his girl right
now and forever.
She reached for and took Matt’s right hand and placed it on her left breast
outside the bark blue dress she had picked out with her mother just for
tonight. Matt stop kissing her and looked into her eyes. He couldn’t see too
well, it was so dark. “This is what I want” she said, “I trust you” Her
breast was soft, softer than he had imagined and he had been thinking of
this moment for a while now. They kissed again, this time allowing they’re
passion to build beyond any point they had ever imagined. Youthful
nervousness was a new feeling for each of them. They had always been so
comfortable together but now this new sensation was coming upon them. As
Matt felt her breast he noticed just how hard her heart was beating now. “Is
it ok if I unbutton you?” he asked. “Oh Matt my love, I want to please you.”
Lizzie’s dress had four buttons down the front. Matt had noticed this
earlier, little did he know that Lizzie had picked this dress knowing that
it could and hopefully would give him access to her. With a shaky hand he
unbuttoned each one coming to the bottom and rested his finger in the V
shaped area. Lizzie was wearing a slip under her dress, more for modesty
than support. Her breasts were small. She was 14 but her body had only
recently starting to develop. The dress was loose enough now to allow the
shoulder straps of both dress and slip to fall down resting upon her upper
arm. Matt didn’t force them, they just seemed to fall there freely. Even in
the dim light Matt could tell how white Lizzie’s skin was. He pressed his
hand to her exposed breast and cupped it in his palm. It was the most
exquisite feeling that had ever graced his sense of touch. He didn’t feel a
nipple and began moving his hand around gently looking for it. He was
unaware that many young girls still developing as Lizzie was had yet to have
erect nipples. Although this was a puzzlement to him, he wondered just how
far she wanted this and him to go.
Lizzie’s heart was beating so hard that she felt like fainting. Not
literally, but only because she had thought about this moment so many times.
She wondered how far he would go. There was never anyone but Matt in her
fantasies and now here they were alone and closer. She had always wanted
closer when it came to Matt. Even as small children she would sit next to
him so close that it would bug him and he would say, “get away from me.”
Mostly for the benefit of the other boys that may have been there at a
Birthday party or on the Fourth of July fire works they had always shared as
families together. Matt always let her know later or maybe the next day that
it was ok to sit next to him and that he didn’t mean to be so rude to her.
They began exploring each other’s bodies. Not it a groping way but with
passion and desire to please the other. Neither knew a lot about the others
gender. They were raised in a part of the country were sex education was
simply not as graphic or blatantly described in the finest of detail. But
they, as their ancestors had many generations before them, were beginning
this life of love and pleasure together.
Lizzie knew that Matt being male had a penis. She had never thought of one
as a cock or any of the other words she had heard them called. She only knew
that one day she and her husband together would start a family. That this
was God’s plan for her, this is how she was raised and what she believed.
Running the back of her hand against Matt’s body Lizzie reached down until
she felt his penis. It was hard and erect and Matt made short breathing
sounds as she turned her hand over and gripped it through the outside of his
pants. She thought to herself that it is about twice the width of her hand
in length. As she squeezed it she imagined it inside of her and how that
would feel. The pleasure she would share with Matt when He would someday be
her husband. They both were raised to understand that sexual intercourse was
meant for marriage. That it was the highest form of love between two people
committed to each other and to God.
Matt’s other hand had found it’s way to Lizzie’s bottom and he opened the
fingers of his hand as far as he could so to feel as much of her soft full
bun as possible. He could feel the outline of her panties under the material
of her dress. The smooth slick silky like material easily moved around and
back and forth. Her panties though were pulled tight to her body and
extenuated the shape of her incredible butt. His other hand now left her
breast and joined the other next to it on her other bun. It too found how
freely her dress moved and the action of them together cause Lizzie’s dress
to ride up until Matt could touch and feel her panties. He reached down
beyond them and felt the soft smooth skin of the back of Lizzie’s legs.
Lizzie never released her grip on Matt’s penis. Even as he turned her
slightly leaving one hand on her bottom and moving the other toward her
front. As he did the tips of his fingers took in the tenderness of her flesh
as they made they’re way to Lizzie’s pubic mound. Matt was thinking “Pussy”
but he didn’t like that word. What he found there as he explored the
softness of her pubis made all the vulgar names he had heard it called flee
from his mind. The intimacy of this contact made him realize just how much
he wanted to one day marry Lizzie and join with her and start their own
family. You may be thinking that kids this young are just too young to have
feelings like this. But this community they were raised in has always lead
there children into adulthood differently than most of the country. Matt’s
desire to explore Lizzie’s body found no resistance from her. He moved up to
the waist band of her panties and under then down inside them. Her pubic
hairs were fine and very soft. He lingered there for a moment trying to
picture in his mind what she must look like. Then he continued lower to find
more softness, warmth and wetness.
Lizzie was more excited than she had ever known. She had touched herself
before and kind of knew the spots or the places down there that made her
have nice feelings. Never had she imagined her body to be able to feel such
pleasure. She could feel Matt’s fingers exploring the inner folds of her
vaginal opening. Once or twice touching a spot that almost made her jump out
of her skin. She realized that Matt was now avoiding that spot which she
though was probably for the best at least for tonight.
Matt having the traits of the average male was exploring Lizzie’s privates
and taking inventory. He wanted to learn and know all there was to know
about her and her body. Lizzie he thought was offering herself to him fully,
but he knew tonight was only a beginning. That he would at some point stop,
although he really didn’t know where and when at this moment. As he explored
her from front to back and then returning to the front, his thumb suddenly
slid up and into Lizzie’s vagina. Lizzie jumped and tensed from the
suddenness of it’s insertion and from the pleasure it had flushed over her
body. Matt started to pull it out but Lizzie squeezed her thighs together to
let him know to keep it in. In the next moment Matt realized that his thumb
was like a little penis giving Lizzie the kind of pleasure that a real one
would only smaller or lesser. At that moment that seemed to him to “Not be
the real thing” so he believed that this act did not violate their plans of
marriage. Each time he pushed it into her she reacted in pleasure and moaned
from deep within. Matt became focused on this and forgot about his own
pleasure for the moment.
Lizzie had lost all sense of time and was trusting that Matt could still
focus on they’re surroundings. She could feel a building of new pleasure
coming from deep within her. She had never had an orgasm but she knew this
must be what was about to happen to her. She instinctively focused on the
feeling. Focused on where it was building, giving herself to Matt completely
knowing this act was fulfilling her need to be closer to him.
Matt was focused too. He didn’t know for sure what was going to happen but
he knew he wasn’t going to stop for anything except Lizzie saying so. He had
no knowledge of how to quicken then slow the rhythm as lovers come to
understand as they practice love making. Lizzie too had no idea how to
control this rising pleasure but it was coming and she couldn’t and didn’t
want to stop it.
Just as Lizzie’s pleasure reached it’s peek she gasped and held her breath.
This kind of frightened Matt at the moment and he held his penetrating thumb
still. Not realizing this pause would make Lizzie’s body cum harder in wave
after wave of loving pleasure. Her vagina clamped down on his thumb giving
him a fore knowing of what true intercourse will be like. Her body twitched
and shuttered with each wave of pleasure and as they slowed Lizzie began
breathing again. She opened her eyes straining to see his eyes there in the
dark. She tried to speak but could only make small meowing like sounds which
made her start to giggle. Matt knew her grin and pictured it in his mind. He
had given her something no one had ever given her and he was pleased.
The young couple were standing in the quilting ladies room. Both had been
breathing hard but both were beginning to slow and catch their breath once
again. They were supported only by Matt’s shoulder which was in contact with
the wall. Together they had leaned against it as a point of balance as they
floated through a world of new sensations and pleasures.
Lizzie still had a firm grip on Matt’s penis although she had only this
moment realized it. She was pleased that it was still hard and in her hand.
“Did you get it too?” Lizzie asked. “Get what?” was Matt’s puzzle response.
“You know, an orgasm.” “No, believe me I could have but we’d have quite a
mess to deal with in my pants.” Lizzie fought off a giggle so as not to hurt
Matt’s feelings. “What can we do, I want you to get one too.” Matt was
already thinking of just that. He let go of Lizzie and took his hand out
from her panties. He made sure she could support herself then turned
slightly away from her. She was trying to keep her balance in the darkness
and was leaning against his left shoulder. The center of her chest was
resting on his upper arm with one clothed breast on one side and the naked
one still exposed to Matt if he could have seen it in the darkness. Matt had
unzipped his pants and had removed his hard penis. It was sticking straight
out pointing into the room. He realized she could not see it, so he reach
for her hand as she had his and placed it in contact with his hard member.
Lizzie was unaware of how hot it would feel in her hand. Unaware too of the
way the skin on it’s outside could move back and forth. She liked the way it
felt in her hand and that her movements were giving her lover so much
pleasure. Maybe it was just a little like some “Power” that she had over
him, but she put this thought out of her mind for she didn’t want to own him
but rather love him and pleasure him as he had her. She put her free arm
around Matt’s back and could feel his ribs trough his suit coat. She had
seen him in only a bathing suit many times over the years, but the weather
had been cold the last few months as her desires for him had been growing.
So she too was trying now to picture in her mind what his upper body must
look like. He wasn’t skinny but his body was muscular and firm to her touch.
“Oh Beth, it feels so good.” Matt’s voice sounded deeper or huskier than she
had ever heard it. His sentence was followed by a long groaning, almost
moaning sound coming from deep inside his chest and she could feel it in her
right hand, arm and even her chest as she held herself as tightly to his
body as she could. Her hand which was not used to moving in just this manner
and at this angle and was beginning to tire just a little. She didn’t know
anything about pacing her self or having a rhythm to her motions. As she
grew more fatigued in her hand and arm her motions became more jerking and
more deliberate, little did she know this was exactly what would make Matt
cum.
As it built closer to cuming Matt could feel his knees starting to shake and
Lizzie was trying to hold him up now. He didn’t really need her to, but in a
small recessed part of his mind that was still thinking clearly he came to
lover her even more for trying. He had masturbated many times since learning
that he could but this was better, much better. It was Lizzie giving him
this pleasure. This young beautiful woman that he loves so much. All the
points of stimulation began to systematically congeal. As he began to cum he
took Lizzie’s hand and his penis into both his hands and held them tight and
still. He could feel his member as well as Lizzie’s hand expand each time it
spurted sperm from deep within his body.
Lizzie was taken by surprise when it happened. She had been focusing on
sustaining her movements as long as it took to make him “Get it” too. She
stopped breathing as she had when she “Got it” in a sympathetic need to
share his pleasure. Her hand was so tightly held against his penis that she
could feel each spasm of sperm as it flowed from him to the outside. She
counted each one, each time making a small guttural sound from her throat.
Then it was over and she could not see his face nor his eyes. Oh, how she
loved him, to look into the very soul of her lover was what she longed for
the most. His hands fell free to his sides and Lizzie was free to move her
hand again. It was growing smaller as she moved it’s skin back and forth.
The loose skin could reach clear over the head of it now. She had not
actually touched the head before but she had known it was there. The tip was
very wet and warm and slick with his sperm. She was pleased, for to her this
was not only love but life as well. That together someday she and Matt would
bring life into this world, fulfilling God’s will for her life.
Only a few minutes later they were in Matt’s Mother’s car making the short
trip home to Lizzie’s house. Once again she was snuggled up under Matt’s
left arm. She felt so loved, so safe and filled with the knowledge and hope
of the life ahead of her.
March 12th, 2003, 8:50 pm.
That was a memory that she had held onto many times over the last nine
months. She had played it and replayed it so often that she didn’t really
know if it was intact. Perhaps she had inadvertently changed, enhanced or
even added a little. Lizzie didn’t care, for it was hers and no one could
take it away from her.