That discussion with Joe did a world of good. It really meant a lot to me, more than Joe realized. And he followed up on it that Monday. He waved me over to the table at lunch where he was sitting with Moose.

We sate and ate, and just chatted. It was blissfully normal. Joe and I had reached an understanding, and we got along. Moose was still very shy, but he was loosening up some. I think that kapusta joke went a long way!

That afternoon, I had another conversation. It was after practice. It was another dismal practice. I just wasn’t into it right then.

Afterwards, I was headed out of the locker room, starting on my walk home. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

It was Rosa. "Can we talk?" she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I want to apologize. I really am sorry. You were right--I didn’t even stop to think how you might feel."

"I have to ask, Rosa, why wouldn’t you think of that?"

"Because I figured you knew you were wrong in what you did."

"Even if I agreed with that--which I don’t--why would you take Jenna’s side?"

"You automatically expected me to take your side?" she asked.

"No," I said. "Neutrality, that’s what I expected. Look, in the locker room right after it happened, you said you thought I went too far. Fine. That didn’t bother me. I disagreed with you, but I wasn’t mad at you and I wasn’t hurt or anything like that.

"It was all the other shit. Snubbing me in the lunchroom. Dissing me with your party. Yucking it up with Jenna and Deb at my expense in Biology.

"That is what hurt. You can disagree with me. I didn’t have a problem with that. What you did after that, however, were things that a friend just doesn’t do. You blatantly took her side everywhere, not just about the incident. That’s what wasn’t nice, or fair."

She gazed at the ground. "I know. I really am sorry," she said softly.

"Apology accepted."

"Friends again?" she asked.

"Rosa--that’s going to take more time," I said sadly. She just looked at me. "I’m sorry, but, right now--I just don’t trust you."

"Yeah," she said in a near-whisper.

"I’m sorry," I repeated, and walked away.

I was glad she’d apologized. It did mean something that she did that. But I wasn’t lying. I didn’t trust her. I wasn’t happy at all about that, but that’s the way it was.

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A couple of days later, Jenna overplayed her hand.

It was a game against Southport, which is where Jenna was from. She had to start. Taylor was throwing up with the flu, so we had to move Kendra back to midfield. Jenna had a second chance.

We played pretty well in the first half, but were losing 1-0. At the beginning of the second half, during a stoppage in play, I noticed Jenna whispering with two players from Southport. At first, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, she knew all those girls from playing with them before high school.

What was really going on only became apparent a few minutes later.

We got a forward rush going. Jordan was, as usual, covered like a blanket. Jenna was wide open. What the fuck--I passed the ball to Jenna. Miracle of miracles, she handled the pass. She had a wide open shot.

And she passed the ball back to me! Idiot. I couldn’t believe it--but I thought it was just Jenna being her usual moronic self. What I didn’t see, at first, were the two Southport players converging on me. And, lo and behold, it was the same two players Jenna had been whispering to.

They got to me just as the ball did--and they nailed me. I went down in a heap, howling in pain. It was a blatantly very dirty play. They had to carry me off the field on a stretcher.

Both of their players got red-carded. That didn’t make a difference. With me on the way to the hospital--and my only true backup throwing up somewhere--we had no offence. Even two players down, they held on to the 1-0 lead.

While I was riding in the ambulance to the hospital, I figured it out. This had been a set-up. Jenna had gotten two of her hometown pals to take me out.

Luckily, the injuries turned out to be not that bad. A few bruised ribs and a slightly separated shoulder. It hurt like hell, but it wasn’t serious damage. I was just glad that it wasn’t a fucked-up knee or something like that.

Anyhow, I’d be out for a few games but I’d be OK. They gave me some pain pills and sent me home. I probably could’ve stayed out of school the next day--but I didn’t.

I went to school with my arm in a sling and my ribs taped up. Of course, outside of that--and my shoes--I was completely naked, so the bandages and sling were in plain sight of everyone. You want to talk about sympathy? I didn’t have to say a word. All I had to do was show up.

Evidently, the rumor got around that it was Jenna who was responsible for me getting flattened. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t even hint at it. I didn’t have to.

I had people I barely knew coming up to me and asking how I was. And lunch was great. Joe basically fawned over me. Moose teased me about the possibility of a long-lost Polish ancestor. Tiff and Jordan sat with us, too, bucking me up.

It all came to a head after school. Alice had us meet up before practice. She discussed my injuries, and let the team know I’d be out for a couple of weeks. I thought I saw a little smirk on Jenna’s face.

It got wiped off quickly. After Alice did her bit, Torie Dallas raised her hand to speak. "I have something to say," she started. "I saw what happened. I saw Jenna whispering with the two girls that hit Amber, minutes before it happened. Then Jenna passed the ball back to Amber, which was a foolish play. I am convinced that Jenna set Amber up to be injured."

It was perfect. Torie didn’t play games or take sides. This wasn’t one of my buddies saying this. Torie tried to stay impartial and above the fray. That’s why she’d been elected captain when I stepped down. So, her making this accusation was far different than if it had been me--or even someone like Jordan, for that matter.

Jenna, of course, denied all. She sputtered and protested her innocence. Torie glared at her and said, "I know what I saw."

"You know what you think you saw," Jenna retorted.

"Fine. Riddle me this, then, Jenna. Why did you pass the ball back to Amber? You had a clear shot."

Jenna hesitated. "Well, I’ve lost confidence in my shot."

"Bullshit," Jordan interjected. "There’s nothing wrong with your shot, and you know it. What you can’t do worth a damn is receive a pass. Funny, you had no problem getting this particular one. You put more effort into getting that pass than you have any other all season. And with a clear shot, you sent it back to Amber. Why is that, Jenna?"

"Because I thought Amber had a better shot," she maintained--but it was weak. Very weak.

Nobody said anything for a minute. Then Alice asked, "Amber, what do you think?"

"I think my ribs hurt," I said, to chuckles all around.

Alice smiled, then said, "What I meant was, do you think Jenna set you up?"

"Not for me to say," I said. "I don’t know." Conveniently keeping myself out of the fray. Alice, thankfully, didn’t push it.

We went out for practice. I sat on the sidelines with Tiffany, joking about our injuries and commenting on the practice. After a bit, Alice sidled up to me. "I know you can talk in front of Tiffany. Between us three and the wind, do you think Jenna set you up?"

"Not a doubt in my mind," I told her. "I saw her talking to her friends, too."

"I can’t prove anything, Amber," Alice said apologetically.

"I know that," I smiled. "I’m not worried about it. Torie’s level-headed, she’s the one that made the accusation. I’m taking the high road." I pointed to the field. "Look. Even some of her erstwhile buddies, or people that were neutral, are shunning her."

Alice looked, nodded, and then walked away. She knew the score. Even if she couldn’t do anything about it, because she had no proof, that was OK.

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The next day, I got a table at lunch with the people I had been eating with--Joe, Moose, Jordan, and Tiffany. We had just sat down and started chatting and eating, when we were invaded. Rosa, Tan, Justin, Patrick, Connor, and a few others from their crowd came over to our table.

The five of us just looked at them, as they tried to make like everything was normal. Joe and Moose were still friends with Patrick and Justin. Because of that, I didn’t want to make waves. So, I just got up and made to leave.

"Where you going?" Joe asked.

"I’m going to find someplace else to eat. It just got crowded over here."

"Amber," Rosa said, "how long are you going to hold a grudge?"

"This isn’t about you, Rosie. You apologized."

"Ah, Jesus, Amber, grow up," Tanya spat.

"Tan? Fuck you."

"Hey, there’s no call for that," Patrick piped up.

"Fuck you, too, Patrick," I repeated. "Why are you here, anyway? Where’s your little girlfriend, Jenna? I’m sure she’s looking for you."

"She’s not my girlfriend," Patrick asserted.

Connor tried to make peacemaker. "Look, Amber. We came here to try to make amends."

"Ah. And I needed to get smacked around for this to happen? Thank you, but no thank you." I finished getting up and found another table. Tiff and Jordan joined me.

After lunch, Joe grabbed me. "Listen, Amber, Moose and I, well, uh...."

"I know," I said with a smile. "You and Moose are still friends with Patrick and Justin. I understand that. You have been a true friend to me--and I don’t make my friends choose sides."

"Thanks," he smiled. "From Moose, too."

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The bruised ribs and the gimpy shoulder were, without a doubt, a pain in the ass. They hurt if I laughed, or coughed. I couldn’t play soccer.

And sex was completely out of the question. Now, when I wasn’t the school pariah any more and it looked like I might have a chance of getting some. Nope, not with my aching ribs. Shit, I tried masturbating and almost died. Having an orgasm is no fun if it hurts.

Plus, a week or so after the injuries, I was Riding The Red River again. So sex was completely out of the question for a large chunk of November. Damn.

I just concentrated on other things. Classes, for one. I liked them. The teachers were cool. And some of them were quite, well, nice to look at all naked and shit. Vinnie Benson, for one. Yum yum yum. And Miss Peterson, the geometry teacher--she was a babe. And Mr. Riley had told me she was bi. Hmmm......

Damn, there I go, thinking about sex again!

And don’t get me started on the co-ed gym showers. Jeez, as if I wasn’t horny enough without them! I know, we were all naked anyhow, but there’s something about a cute guy in a shower.

The only real drawback to that was the whole period thing. Changing a pad in a locker room full of naked guys was fairly embarrassing.

But at least that was the worst embarrassment inherent in being a girl. The guys--I felt sorry for them sometimes. At least female arousal was easy to hide. In my particular case, that was a very good thing, considering how often I was wandering around school aroused! But male arousal is readily apparent. I remember working with Moose once on a cooking project. We were very close together at the workstation. I’d lean over get something and brush up against him, and vice-versa. Well, it didn’t take much of that before he was at full mast, so to speak. Of course, I had to say, "Happy to see me, Moose?" He blushed purple!

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Another thing that happened in November is the outside world started to notice us. Part of that was because of Tiffany’s mother.

She and her lawyer were obviously going to use "Tiffany’s lack of morals" in her defense at her child abuse trial. Now, most people didn’t think that a teenager having sex was worse than a mother throwing her daughter down a flight of stairs--but some did. Most of the moralists had been beaten back into the bushes in recent years, but not all. And some of them had picked up on Tiffany’s mother as a cause celebre. Of course, the fact that Tiffany’s dad had enrolled her in Naked High made things worse from their point of view.

This was one of the things the moralizers liked to latch on to--because they didn’t have much else left.

I was only 14, of course, but my parents had explained a lot of recent history to me. The moralizers had seemed to be making some headway in the 80’s--the Just Say No decade. It was a backlash against the 60’s, the pill, the legalization of abortion. And the discovery of AIDS had seemed to galvanize them. They used AIDS as an excuse for all that abstinence bullshit. Plus, the rise of the Right To Life movement really happened then.

As the 80s turned into the 90s, it seemed like the moralizers were going to win. Then, two things happened. AIDS was miraculously cured. And, in researching AIDS, the scientists were able to come up with cures for every other STD, too. I was born in 1989--by the time I entered kindergarten, STDs were pretty much a thing of the past.

The reason for this was a difference in emphasis from liberal groups like Planned Parenthood and the like. They saw the Just Say No years, the rise of the religious right, and the Right to Life movement as a threat. They tried to fight it head-on for a while, and then got smart. They started funding scientific research. They let the wingnuts launch the rhetoric, and quietly spent their money on research.

They weren’t necessarily responsible for the elimination of AIDS and other STDs--lots of folks were working on that. They were largely responsible for the corollary--the vast improvement in birth control. The newer pills had far fewer side effects. There was a morning-after pill. And then there was the shot--zero side effects, effective immediately, worked as a morning-after, and it lasted three months.

There was a fairly liberal administration in at the time, which means all this stuff got fast-tracked at the FDA. Then the lobby groups pushed education. With no STDs to worry about, preventing pregnancy was the sole focus.

What happened was, in areas where Planned Parenthood was able to go into schools and get the word out, abortions went down to almost zero. The teen pregnancy rate went down to almost zero. The shot proved very popular, everywhere teenagers got wind of it. And that took the wind right out of the sails of the Right to Life movement.

The moderates, those that had no problems with sex or birth control, bled off, satisfied. They were getting what they wanted--less abortions. With no risk of STDs and easy ways to prevent unwanted pregnancy, they got what they wanted. And they supported the Planned Parenthood groups in getting the new birth control widely available, including in schools.

That exposed the wingnut heart of the Right to Life crowd to be what they were. They weren’t anti-abortion, they were anti-sex. With no other ammunition, they started braying about the ‘emotional’ consequences of early sex, while beating the Bible for all it was worth. Of course, liberal groups had an answer to the first--more education. Detailed sex education. This is why stuff like The Program came into being. As for the religious aspect--well, a lot of the more mainline denominations just stopped talking about sex altogether, recognizing a lot of the growing new attitudes. The right-wing still did--but they were losing influence. They had beaten on abortion for so long, and it was recognized by a lot of people that it was the permissive liberals that had actually won that one. That reduced a lot of the oomph of the Religious Right.

The right-wing was still there, of course. There were still right-wing religious groups braying about premarital sex. And there were fits and starts, of course, with a lot of the new ideas. Those fits and starts were always seized on by the righties.

But mostly they were marginalized. The political arguments on most levels had turned to be almost completely about economics.

So, the right wing made hay where it could, with something like Tiffany’s mother. Of course, my sympathies and concerns were completely with Tiff. I was worried about her. Her mother threw her down a fucking flight of stairs! Nothing justifies that.

However, one of the things that happened with Tiffany’s mother is that the wingnuts noticed Naked High. We were only the third nudist high school in the country. And with Tiff going here, that only increased the focus.

And what happened was that suddenly I became a focal point. Some of the wingnuts had started to picket the school. Apparently, one of them spotted me, with my sling and bandages. One or more of them started a rumor that some guy had done that to me in an attempted rape or something.

This got back to me. I laughed it off, but it became a big thing with the wingnuts, about how I needed to be ‘saved’ from all this ‘immorality’.

The media was covering the protests. When this rumor got back to them, one of the stations requested an interview with me. I gladly agreed, wanting to set the record straight.

In full view of the protesters, I appeared--stark naked except for the bandages--and did the interview. I told the reporter the truth: "I play soccer. That’s where this happened. I got sandwiched. It was a dirty play for sure--both of the other players got red-carded--but that sometimes happens out there."

"So, you weren’t raped?" the reporter asked.

"No, I was not raped. Can’t rape the willing," I laughed. "There’s only a few guys in this school I’d turn down, and I can kick all their asses, so how could I get raped here?"

The reporter had trouble holding in the laughter. And that diffused the crisis. Most of my fellow students had gotten tired of the taunts from the protestors, so, with my example in front of them, they let it all hang out. Tan and Connor picked a nice day--we have a few of those around here even in November--sat right in front of the protestors, and did some fairly heavy-duty nekkid-kissin’-and-gropin’. Disgusted by antics like that, the protestors started to disperse.

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November was getting on. Soon, it’d be December. And me still a virgin. Not quite what I signed up for.

Well, at least I’d have a shoulder to cry on. Lily came home for Thanksgiving. She landed on Wednesday, November 26th. After dinner, Mike went home and Lil and I stayed up all night talking. I told her how the first three months at Naked High had gone. She hugged me and told me everything would be all right.

I really do love my sister.

The next day was Thanksgiving. Ever since Lily and Mike started dating, Mike comes over here for Thanksgiving--as do his mom Ellie, and her partner Marina. They have no other family around here, and neither do we. So, since everyone knew Mike and Lily were going to get married some day, they became family. It was cool--I loved Ellie and Marina. Ellie helped me through a lot of shit about my sexuality back in the summer between sixth and seventh grade.

This year, they had an announcement. "Since the state of North Carolina has finally legalized gay marriage," Ellie started, "I’m thrilled to tell you all that Marina and I are getting married this summer. You are all invited, of course."

That was great news!

There was more. "I want a baby," Marina told us all. "And I’m 37, so time is getting on. So, after the wedding, I plan on getting pregnant."

"Sperm donor?" my Dad asked.

"Yes. But one in particular," Marina said. "I want this baby to be ours--Ellie’s and mine. Of course, Ellie can’t donate sperm." We all laughed at that. "And I felt bad that the baby wouldn’t really have any connection with Ellie. It’d be me and an anonymous sperm donor."

"Then, last night, someone came up with a wonderful idea," Ellie said.

"That’d be me," Mike put in. "My DNA’s half from mom, right? If you can’t get all of Mom’s genetics, we can get half. So I’m donating the sperm."

Everybody looked at him for a minute. I was the first to speak. "That is so cool!" It really was.

"It really is," Dad said, "but this doesn’t bother anyone?"

"Nah. If it were actual sex it might bother me, but it’s going to be clinical," Ellie said.

"I don’t have sex with men, not even Mikey," Marina laughed.

"And I get to help him produce the donation," Lily said impishly, getting laughter from everyone and a swat on the arm from Mom.

"It’s not going to be my kid," Mike said. "It’s going to be Mom and Marina’s kid. When it gets older we might tell it, but it’s going to be raised as my sibling. When I want my own kids, Lily and I will make ‘em the old fashioned way."

"That works," Mom said.

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All that just confirmed what I already knew--Mike was a generous guy. Actually, Mike and my sister, because Lily would’ve had to sign off on this. It was a wonderful thing they were going to do for Marina and Ellie.

Of course, the dimensions of Lily and Mike’s generosity went beyond even my conception. I found that out on the next day, Friday the 28th.

I went out that morning to run some errands. When I got back, I found the house empty, except for Mike.

"Hey, Mikey, where is everyone?"

"You’re Dad’s in work. Your Mom and Lily got lost for the day, shopping."

"Lily’s gone and you’re here? What, did Ellie get tired of you?" I teased.

"No," he smiled. "Sit." He pointed next to him on the couch. I sat. "Your sister and I had a talk last night. Evidently, you’re having some trouble. With sex, specifically."

"Oh, that," I said. "Well, not trouble exactly. It’s just that I really want to get laid and I don’t know how to make it happen."

"That’s what Lily said. She said you’re having trouble getting over that hurdle."

"Right," I told him. "Look, I want my first time to be with someone experienced, I think. But not someone who’s going to fuck me over. There are some guys at Naked High that are just scary. And the sweet ones that I’ve met don’t have any more clue than I do what they’re doing. Plus--did Lily tell you about my stint as the school pariah?"

"Yeah," Mike laughed. "I loved it. You should play baseball."

"No thanks," I snorted. "Anyhow, that cut down the available guys, too, and it hasn’t completely gone away yet."

"Right. So, a lot of this is just first-time nervousness. About who to do it with specifically."

"Exactly. I get past the first time, I think it will be easier," I agreed. "I’m probably over-emphasizing the first time, and I know it. But, you know."

"Yeah. That’s what Lily thought. So, this is what we decided. Would you like me to take care of your first time for you?" Mike said.

I was absolutely shocked. I think my jaw dropped right to my tits. I wasn’t even sure I’d heard him correctly. "Come again?" I gasped.

"Lily and I thought you might like for me to be your first. Though I can see by the look on your face that we were wrong."

"Uh, no, I’m just stunned," I told him. Shit, I couldn’t have been more stunned if David Beckham had shown up at my doorstep wanting to fuck! And, not like it? I’d had a crush on Mikey since I was eleven! One of my first sexual experiences was watching Mike and Lily fuck while masturbating the daylights out of myself. Ever since then, Mikey had starred in a very large number of my clittie-rubbing fantasies. If I had to pick anyone in the world for my first, he would’ve been it. But he was my sister’s boyfriend. "You’re not wrong," I told him. "But, are you serious? And Lily knows about this?"

"I’m serious," he laughed. "And it was Lily’s idea, actually. That’s why she got lost for the afternoon--to give us time. She wants you to have a good first time, and she’s afraid you’re going to go crazy if it doesn’t happen soon. Her exact words were, ‘Will you please take my sister’s virginity before the poor girl explodes?’"

I cracked up at that. "God, I love my sister," I said in all truthfulness. Loaning her boyfriend--hell, they were practically engaged--out to me? How cool is that? "Yes, Mikey, I want to," I finally told him.

We went upstairs to my room.

He sat on the bed next to me. "If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right," he said. And then he kissed me.

Mike is gentle for a guy, but it was still completely different than kissing Rosa. It made my head spin. As did his hand on my boob, which happened about halfway through the kiss.

I just sat there, getting kissed and fondled, letting him take the lead. I think my brain was still in orbit, trying to come to terms with the fact that I was about to have sex with Mike Kirkland. So, I just enjoyed it. Then he slipped his hand up my shirt. I had just thrown on a tee shirt to go out on my errands earlier, so I wasn’t wearing a bra, so his hand hit bare tittie. Damn, it felt good!

Suddenly, Mike broke the kiss. "Before this gets any further--you are on birth control, yes?"

"Of course," I said.

"Good. Lily gave me permission and all, but getting you knocked up could cause some serious family complications."

"Could it ever," I giggled. "Nope, I get the shot."

"Good," he said, and then went back to kissing and groping.

I guess, the one thing I wondered about when he proposed this was whether or not he was going to treat it as a chore, something he was doing as a favor to Lily. You know, get it over with. I should’ve known better. Mike’s just not like that.

Nope, he took his time. He kissed and fondled me for a while, then started kissing my neck, which was a whole lot of fun. Then he got my shirt off.

He went back to kissing my neck, then worked his way down to my boob. His lips took my nipple in, and sucked on it, while he flicked it with his tongue. Damn, it felt good!

Mike continued to suck on my nipple, as I felt his hands go to the snap on my jeans. He undid it, and I raised my ass so he could slip my jeans and panties off. Once he got them off, his mouth stayed on my nipple, but his hand went down between my legs. I felt his finger touch me there, then it kind of stopped. Just for a couple seconds, then he started exploring.

"Something wrong?" I asked him.

"Nope. Just not used to it," he said. Not used to what? I wondered. Then he told me. "Your sister shaves."

"Does she?" I laughed. "Hmmm. That’s intriguing."

He pulled off my boob and looked up at me. "You go to a nudist high school. Anyone else there shave?"

"Not that I’ve noticed. Of course, that’s all the more reason to consider it," I laughed.

"Yup, you’re Lily’s sister, all right," Mike said with a chuckle. Then he went back to my boob.

His hand traced my pussy lips while he sucked on my boob. Then, he started kissing lower. He kissed down my stomach, which was all warm and tingly and a little ticklish. Then it dawned on my foggy brain just where he was headed.

You have to understand--the first time I ever even realized that pussy-lapping existed was that time I watched Mike and Lily have sex. Because, before they fucked, that’s what they did. Watching that--especially Lily’s reaction--was what had first turned me on to it. So much so, that, when Rosa proposed it a couple months later, I was all for it. Even though I’d have to reciprocate, something that didn’t thrill me at the time. (Until I did it--then I realized how fun it was!) So, Mike himself was responsible for my interest in oral.

And now, here he was, about to go down on me. Ya and hoo!

Then, there he was, his tongue in my pussy. It felt just fantastic. I couldn’t help make a comparison, since the only person that’d ever been down there was Rosa. As I said, Mike’s gentle for a guy--but he was still more, well...I guess demonstrative would be the word. Not really aggressive. Just--I don’t know how to describe it. It was just different than Rosa--harder without actually being hard.

I really fucking liked it!

I thought a guy could never be as good as a girl at that. I was very, very wrong. Dear Mikey had obviously had quite a lot of practice. His tongue got to places I didn’t even know I had. And, when he went for the clit? Yowza! He gently but firmly pushed his tongue onto it, over and over, building me up nicely.

I exploded in a damn hurry.

When I came back down out of orbit, I looked up to see Mikey grinning down at me. "Wow!" I said.

"Glad you liked it. I figured you’d want that after you watched me do it to your sister back when."

"You figured right," I beamed.

He was above me now, between my legs, hovering over me. I could feel his dick on my thigh. I hadn’t even noticed him taking his clothes off! "You ready for this?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," I breathed.

"It might hurt some."

"I doubt it," I told him. "I might technically be a virgin, but toys are a big part of my life."

He laughed at that. "Well, then. I’m still going slow, however."

"OK."

I felt him spread me with his hands. Probably also checking for wetness--which was not a problem, believe me. Then I felt his head, slowly pushing into me.

The head popped in, and I gasped. Mikey looked down at me, and I nodded at him to keep going. He kept going, slowly but surely. I felt myself spreading open for him, as he moved himself into me.

I mean, wow. Rosa doing me with the strap-on was fun--but this was something else. Mike’s dick felt like velvet as it rubbed against my pussy, and I could feel the heat coming from it, even as it pushed its way inside me.

Then, he was all the way in. "No pain?" he asked.

"Not hardly," I grinned.

"Good," he smiled back--then started moving in and out, slowly but surely. Wow, wow, wow!

Now I got it. Now I understood what I’d been waiting for. I’d wanted it so bad, I’d fantasized about it--but I didn’t really have any idea. Even with Rosa and her strap-on--I didn’t have any idea.

It was unbelievable. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he gently fucked me. I threw my hips up to meet his. And I felt a big fat orgasm building up.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I hissed very time he hit bottom. It didn’t take long--and then I just lost it. I screamed. I shook. My pussy clenched all around him. And then, in the middle, Mikey grunted, and I felt his dick jerk inside me. That just made me cum harder.

I think I passed out a little.

When I came to, Mikey was cuddling me. "You OK?" he asked.

"Hell, yes!"

"Good," he laughed.

"Mike, I don’t think I can thank you enough."

"You don’t have to thank me. I enjoyed myself. You know, I never would’ve done this without Lily’s permission--but I sure am glad she gave me permission."

"Awww," I gushed happily.

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Later that night, I was sitting alone in my room, when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," I said.

It was Lily. She sat down on the bed, and I launched myself at her, wrapping her in a bear hug. "Thank you so much. You’re the best big sister in the world!"

"Yes, I am," she laughed. "You enjoyed yourself, then."

"What do you think? You know how good he is."

"Too true. You feel better?"

"Unbelievably so."

"Good. But, from now on, you’re on your own," she said with a sly little smile. "I won’t say it’ll never happen again--but don’t count on it!"

"I wouldn’t," I told her. "Mike’s yours. I know that." I looked at her for a minute. "So. You shave down there?"

She cracked up. "Yeah. Mike told you that?"

"Well, he put his hand down there--on me, I mean--and kind of stopped. When I asked him if anything was wrong, he said he just wasn’t used to encountering hair down there."

"Yeah. I started shaving when we were seniors."

"Nobody at Naked High shaves. But it’s intriguing."

"It’s awesome," she told me. "It makes everything more intense."

"Hmm," I mused. "That’s good advertising for it. Plus, if I were the first at school, I’d cause a stir."

"And you love doing that," she laughed.

"You know it!"

After Lily had left my room, I went to take a bath. While I was there, as usual, I shaved my legs.

And I decided not to stop at my legs.

It was a little delicate and tricky, but I managed, and without hurting myself.

I couldn’t wait to go back to school!

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The next day was a Saturday, and it was still Thanksgiving weekend. Nonetheless, we had soccer practice. Well, technically, it was optional. Almost everyone showed up. (Not Jenna, of course.) It was actually my first practice back. I had finally healed, pretty much.

The boys had a practice, too, on the adjacent field. After the practice proper had ended, I was still there, kicking the ball back and forth with Jordan. Suddenly, I sensed the presence of someone else, off to the side. I looked, and it was Darren Walker, my counterpart on the boys’ team. He was the attacking midfielder, and the best player on the team. And he was still a co-captain, unlike me.

He was also, unfortunately, one of Jenna’s groupies.

"Hey, Amber," he said.

"Darren."

"I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"Hmm. I guess that’s my cue to get lost," Jordan laughed. She kicked the ball back towards me. "Catch you later," she said, and took off.

"Well, I guess there goes my excuse," I laughed. "But why do you want to talk to me?" I said to Darren, kicking the ball towards him.

He received it cleanly. "I was wondering. Seriously, did Jenna really set you up to be hurt?"

"I’ll never know for sure, but I believe so."

"I just don’t get it," he said.

"What don’t you get?"

"How Jenna would do anything like that. It seems so unlike her."

"You obviously don’t know her," I spat. We were still kicking the ball back and forth. "She’s a conniving witch."

"I don’t see her that way at all."

"That’s because you’re blinded by her boobies," I smirked.

He laughed. "Not hardly. Geez, if that’s all it was--hell, yours are better!"

That made me blink. They were? But I ignored it. "So, what is it, then? Darren, she’s got half the guys in this school hoodwinked, and I can’t figure out why."

"It’s hard to explain. She’s just very good to guys."

"It can’t be that she puts out, not around here. Half the school puts out," I smirked.

"You’d be surprised. Lots of girls here are still scared of it."

"Actually, yeah, you’re right," I agreed.

"It’s just that she’s good at it," he said.

"Knowing her, I’ll bet that what she’s good at is massaging your male ego. She oohs and aahs and tells you how wonderful you are and how it’s never been better and ooh you’re such a stud. Of course, she’s saying the exact same thing the next day to the next guy."

"Shit. I guess you do have her figured out," he said sheepishly. "Hey, what can I say? I’m a guy. Worship my dick and I’ll do anything."

"Uh-huh," I agreed with a grin.

"I need to tell you something, though. I might have bought into Jenna’s tales of woe, and tried to, you know, comfort her and all."

"Yeah, yeah," I laughed.

"You know," he grinned. "Anyhow, I might have done that, but I didn’t rag on you. I didn’t think I had all the facts, so I never joined in on the Amber bashing."

"Why should I believe that?"

"You have no reason to," he shrugged, "but it’s the truth."

"OK."

"Of course, Jenna lost interest in me when I wouldn’t tell her how awful you were."

"I’m sure you have other places to get it," I grinned.

"Not like Jenna."

I still don’t know what came over me right then. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. But I said it: "Darren, let me tell you something. I many not ooh and aah and gush like Jenna--but I’ll fuck your brains out."

I almost cracked myself up. You’d think I’d had sex with guys a million times rather than, well, once. Shit. My bravado surprised me. I mean, what the hell was I thinking?

Well, I guess I was thinking it’d get Darren’s attention. Which it did. "You think so, huh?" he grinned.

"You know it." Damn, if I kept this up, I might actually get Darren Walker in a compromising position! I admit it--Darren was a hunk. And I won’t deny a basic interest in fellow soccer players. Especially hunky ones. "You won’t know what hit you," I continued.

"That sounds like a challenge."

"Maybe," I said. Just then, I realized the hidden benefits of being able to wear a practice outfit out on the soccer field. Because it allowed me to dramatically peel my shirt off. And then the sports bra. Hey, usually, I like running around school naked--but there were benefits to a striptease, too. Like watching Darren practically swallow his tongue!

"You are serious," he said.

"What do you think?" I said--and pulled down my shorts and panties. Giving Darren a full view of my pussy.

My shaved pussy.

He goggled. "Amber. I’ve seen you naked in school for almost three months now. When did you start shaving?"

"Yesterday," I giggled. "You like?"

"My God, you’re incredible."

That was nice to hear! But I quickly realized that I was getting a wee bit cold. It was, after all, the end of November. North Carolina doesn’t get as cold as Massachusetts--where I was born--but it wasn’t warm. So, I turned away from Darren--who was still staring--and started walking. "Where you going?" he said.

"Inside," I said. "The building’s open. I thought we could go check out the pods."

The next thing I knew, he was grabbing my shoulder, spinning me around, and crushing his lips to mine. Yowza! His kiss was hard, insistent, but not un-gentle. I loved it.

He broke it, and hissed, "You’re driving me crazy. Right here, right now."

"It’s a little cold, don’t you think?"

"It’s definitely nippy," he said, running a thumb across my very erect nipple. "But I’ll warm you up."

Shit, he might at that!

He stepped away from me, and quickly shucked off his own practice clothes. Oh, yummy!

Then he was back at me, one hand on my shoulder, the other wrapped around a boob, kissing me. And before I knew it, I was being pulled down onto the ground. His hands were all over me. He kissed me, then nibbled on an ear, then moved down with his mouth to my boob.

He was positively frenzied. Wow, did I do that? Amazing. Mike Kirkland, I thought to myself, I will love you forever. I would have never been able to pull this off if Mikey hadn’t gotten me over the hump. So to speak!

Anyway, Darren was in a frenzy, and I loved it. He was sucking on my nipple, which was very nice, and then his hand slipped in between my legs. Oh, yeah! Just the little fondles he started out with--even those seemed to have a little extra oomph with no hair in the way.

"Oh, yes," I grunted, as he dragged a finger up and down my pussy.

"Amber, you are one hot babe," he said approvingly as he stroked me.

"You know it," I panted.

"And, I’m thinking you look good enough to eat."

"Mmmmm!" I groaned. And then he made good on it. He got his face down between my legs in a hurry. Thank you, God!

And Darren didn’t disappoint. I was lucky--first Rosa, then Mike, now Darren--all three could eat pussy! As an added bonus, Lily hadn’t been lying. It was definitely more intense shaved!

Darren was licking away at my clit, building me up nice. Then he slipped a finger into my pussy. He quickly joined said finger with a second, and started wiggling them!

Since we were outside, I wonder how many people heard the earth-shattering scream I let out when I came?

Before I could even catch my breath from that awe-inducing orgasm, Darren was kneeling in between my legs, the head of his dick rubbing up against my thigh. Somehow I managed to spread my legs wider. He pushed his dick into me with very little effort--no big surprise, I was gushing like a garden hose at that point!

He started right in on fucking me--slowly at first, but then he started to speed up. I wrapped my legs around his ass and my arms around his shoulders, and started bucking back up at him on every downstroke. And every time we ‘bumped uglies’, I let out a nice little groaning whinny. Damn, I was really liking this whole sex thing!

I came, spectacularly, in very short order. Darren quickly followed, as I felt his dick pulse inside me.

Afterwards, we collapsed next to each other. "My, God, you weren’t kidding," he said. "That was spectacular."

"Thanks," I grinned. "Of course, you were right, too. Somehow, I’m not cold at all."

"You will be in a minute," he laughed. He looked around, and gathered up my clothes for me, and handed them to me. "Here."

"Thanks, sweetie," I teased, and started pulling them on. He got his own, and started pulling them on. After we both got dressed, he stood up, and then helped me up.

"I have to admit, I’m a little surprised," Darren said to me. "I didn’t realize. I mean, I never see you near the pods, I never see you come out of the pods, I never see you with a guy, and I know a lot of the guys at school were down on you because of the Jenna thing. I didn’t realize you had that much experience."

I had to laugh. "Darren? I lost my virginity yesterday. You were my second."

"Excuse me????"

"True story." I turned and started walking across the field, then turned back to him. "So, you see, that’s not experience. Just natural talent. See you around, stud." With that, I sauntered off the field.

But not before I heard him yell from behind me, "Hot DAMN!!"

What a great day!

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I told Lily about it that night. She loved it. I told her to thank Mike for the lessons, and she laughed and said she would.

The next day, I went to the airport with Mom and Dad to say goodbye to Mike and Lily. I always missed them when they left, but this time I was really going to miss them. What a wonderful gift they had given me, and it was already paying off.

I hugged Mike goodbye at the airport. "Thanks, sweetie. I’ll love you forever."

"You’re welcome. Have fun."

"I plan to!"

Then I hugged Lily. "Take care of that wonderful boyfriend of yours. And thank you."

"I do, and you’re welcome," she laughed.

They got on the plane back to California. Luckily, they’d be home in less than a month for Christmas.

After I got home, I went over to Joe’s. It was the 30th, and we decided to do the journal swap today.

I think he was going to enjoy reading my journal this month!