CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

I had a hell of a time sleeping Friday night. In fact, I ended up waking up at 6:30 Saturday morning.

Which is a hell of a time to wake up on a Saturday!

I got out of bed, took a shower, went downstairs. I was the only one there. I knew this—Mom had to be at the store by 6:00 AM for inventory. Happens a couple times a year. So, I went downstairs and found my "Mom Note". Every time I’m going to be getting up, or getting home, and Mom knows she’s not going to be there, I get a note. I left you this if you want to make breakfast, have a good day, come down to the store if you get lonely, yadda yadda yadda, love Mom. They’re actually very sweet.

I didn’t feel like cooking. I can. I’m actually a good cook. But I didn’t feel like it, and 7 am was way too early to call Missy. So, I decided to burn off some nervous energy and take a little walk.

I ended up heading towards a diner near my house that makes fabulous omelets. I had decided I was hungry. I’d head there, eat, read the paper, and try to get my mind off of how worried I was about Missy.

As I walked towards the diner, I saw Jared and Amanda headed towards me from the other direction.

"What are you two doing up so early?" I laughed.

"I could ask you the same thing," Jared laughed back.

"Just had a restless night."

"We just woke up early," Jared said. "Well, she did. I could’ve slept for another three hours. She insisted on waking me up."

"Oh, you loved it and you know it," Amanda grinned.

"I don’t think I want to know the details," I laughed.

We went in to the diner and sat together. I was glad they showed up—maybe I should talk things out.

We ordered our food, and then Jared said, "OK, pal, something is on your mind. Out with it."

"I’m worried about Missy," I admitted. I told them all about the events of yesterday.

"Man," Jared said, "I guess I understand her better than I did."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"You’re in deep, aren’t you?" he smiled.

"Pretty much," I smiled back. "Look, I was worried that the old Missy was going to come back. After the past two days, I’m not. I’m worried about her. Mom’s talked to her, and thinks she’s love starved. I’m beginning to agree."

"Yeah, I can see that," Amanda said. "And she really likes you. That’s a bit dangerous."

"You sound like Mom," I smiled.

"Do you love her?" Jared asked.

"I don’t know. I like her. I like her very much."

"Do you think you could love her?" Jared persisted.

"I don’t know. What’s love? I’ve never been in love in my life!" I said.

"Well, do you miss her when she’s gone?" Amanda asked. "Do you wish she were here right now?"

"Yes, and yes. Not that I don’t love you guys, but, you know," I grinned.

"Of course," Jared grinned back. "Is her happiness and well-being at least as important to you as yours is?"

"He doesn’t have to answer that one, honey," Amanda said, "the evidence is under his eye. Fading, but it’s still there."

We all laughed, and Jared said, "Fine. Would you do it again if you knew how it was going to turn out? Would you step in to help her even if you knew you were going to get clobbered?"

"Yes," I said.

"OK, think about some events coming up," Amanda said. "The class picnic. A bunch of us going to the beach, or Six Flags. Stuff like that. Can you see yourself going without her there?"

"Actually, now that you mention it, no. I didn’t even know if I wanted to go to the class picnic. Now, I definitely do. With her."

"Say something really great happened to you," Jared asked, "a big scholarship, or your first choice college accepts you, or something. Would she be the first person you’d want to tell?"

"Depending on the type of news, maybe. Absolutely no worse than the second person."

"That’s fine, I forgot how close your Mother and you are," Jared grinned. "You know that look that Natalie drew—does she ever look at you like that for real?" I nodded. "How does that make you feel?"

"Like I’m the center of the universe."

"Do you think you ever look at her like that?’ Jared asked.

"Yeah, I think I might," I smiled.

"OK, and this isn’t as important as some of the rest of them, but it is important," Amanda said. "Are you physically attracted to her?"

"Hell, yes!" I said. They both laughed.

"I think it’s pretty established that she’s probably a better person for having met you," Amanda said. "Does the reverse hold true?"

"Amanda," I smirked, "can you ever remember us having a conversation before this week when I wasn’t a tongue-tied stuttering fool?" She laughed, and shook her head. "That’s all her. She’s so easy to talk to, and I’m so comfortable around her, that it’s made talking to other people easier.

"Well, pal," Jared said, "I don’t know if you’re in love, but you’re on the expressway headed there."

"I see your point," I said, "but it’s all so confusing."

"Let me make it simpler, then," Amanda said. "You know what Jared does? If it’s a good day, he shows up and makes it a great day. If it’s a so-so day, he makes it a very good day. And if it’s the worst day I’ve had in a month—he makes it bearable."

I thought about that, and grinned. "Yeah. Thanks, guys. You’ve been a big help."

"Don’t mention it," Jared said. "You know what, honey? We should become relationship counselors."

"Just eat your omelet," Amanda grinned at him.

We ate, and chatted for a while, then we all went home. I decided it was late enough to call Missy.

"H’lo?" I heard murmured at the other end of the line. Whoops, maybe I was wrong about it being late enough.

"I’m sorry, Missy, did I wake you?"

"Dave!" she said with remarkable enthusiasm. "Well, no, I’m kinda awake."

"Do you want me to call back later?"

"No, I’m awake enough to talk. Mostly."

"I was worried about you."

"Well, it didn’t go particularly well. Anyhow, I know I’m making you dinner later, but can I see you sooner than that?"

"Sure, I’d like that," I said.

"About two hours?"

"Great."

Well, at least I had that to look forward to.

I got up, showered, put some clothes on, and went downstairs. This, I wasn’t looking forward to.

I went and fixed some tea and toast, and headed towards the dining room. Dad was there.

"Good morning, Melissa."

"Morning. Where’s Mom?"

"She needed to do some set up for that dance of hers that we’re going to this evening." Good. They were still going. "I have something to say to you," he said. "You are still my responsibility. Despite what else you might think, I do not shirk my responsibilities. You will stay in this house, and complete high school. After that, I expect you to go to college—which, since I consider education a responsibility for children, will be paid for. Then I expect you to go make something of yourself. This is non-negotiable. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"I will not have any daughter of mine being a runaway."

I sighed to myself. "Fine," was all I said.

"How much of that outburst was from Ellie Kirkland?" he asked in a tone of disgust.

"None of it," I said. "That’s been building up for some time."

"Your mother basically doesn’t want to talk to you. You hurt her very badly last night."

"She’s incapable of being hurt," I said. Dad just looked at me. "She’s not hurt. She’s offended. She’s probably mad. She’s most likely scandalized. I’d like to hope she’s even feeling a bit guilty, but I know that’s too much to hope for. Hurt, she is not."

"One of these days you’ll have children, and you’ll see it’s not as easy as you think," he pontificated.

Ah, yes, the same old platitudes. "Well, Dad, I certainly plan to be very careful. I certainly don’t plan on having any kids by mistake that I really don’t want and will resent for the rest of their lives," I said. That was a stab in the dark, but one I had always suspected—and the look in Dad’s eyes told me I was right on.

All he said was, "That’s probably a good plan." Then he got up and started heading out of the dining room.

"You’re never going to say it, are you?" I said with a sigh.

His back to me, he stopped and said, "Maybe someday, but you’ll have to earn it."

"I didn’t think love was something that had to be earned, especially a parent to a child."

He turned to me then. "Melissa, everything in life needs to be earned. You might want to start realizing that." Then he left.

And I realized—what a sad, pathetic way to live your life.

I got out of there, and headed to David’s. I was, at least, liked there. I knocked on his door. He was happy to see me. And if you don’t think I needed that right about now! I stepped into his house, and he grabbed me and kissed me. Nothing earth-shaking, but warm and sweet and very nice.

"What happened last night?" he asked me, leading me over to the couch.

"Well, I had a little—well, it was kind of a nervous breakdown. I lost it. Even shattered one of my mother’s prized expensive vases all over the wall. It started yesterday afternoon." I told him the whole thing. By the end, he was holding me.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"Well, I’m dealing. I’m glad you’re here, though—that makes it better."

"I’m glad," he said. "You know what? I always felt, you know, that I was missing something, because I didn’t have a Dad. But at least I have Mom. Who tells me she loves me thirty-eight times a day," he grinned.

"Your Mom’s a sweetheart," I told him. "Where is she?"

"At the store where she works. They’re doing inventory today, she’s been there since six. She works at Veychold’s Boutique."

"I love Veychold’s," I said. "They have so much cool stuff in there. Most of it wouldn’t look good on me, but I love looking at it."

"Oh, feh. Tons of stuff in there would look great on you. Look, what do you want to do today?"

"You know what? It’s a great day for a walk. Why don’t we go downtown? We can stroll through the park, maybe get something to eat, check out the stores."

"That’s a great idea. Let’s do it," he agreed. We went into my car and drove downtown. We parked and headed towards the town park first. We just started walking, holding hands.

"I love this place," I told him.

"Yeah, I always have, too." We walked for a bit down one of the paths, and then he said, "Listen. I was wondering. Would you like to go out?"

"I think we are out, silly," I giggled, not getting it.

He stopped, and turned to me. "No, I meant, go out with me. You know, be my girlfriend."

I felt my jaw drop. I couldn’t help it. This was the last thing I expected now. "Really?" I managed to squeak out.

"Yeah, really," he grinned at me.

"YES!" I shouted, and launched myself at him, and started kissing him on the cheek. "Yes!" I said again. Then I kind of realized where we were—in the middle of the park. I also realized I was definitely overdoing it.

"I’m sorry," I said stepping away from him, "was that too enthusiastic?" I couldn’t stop grinning though.

"I didn’t mind," he grinned back.

"You just took me by surprise, is all," I told him. "I thought that maybe if we started dating, you might ask me that in, oh, a month or two."

"You’re obviously not upset I jumped the gun on you," he said, still smiling at me.

"Obviously not." I was just beaming. We started walking again.

"I had trouble sleeping last night. I got up real early. I decided to walk down to the diner near my house to get some breakfast. When I got there, I ran into Jared and Amanda. We had a nice talk."

"They got up early, too, I take it."

"Well, Amanda did. She woke up Jared. They often spend the night together, at Jared’s, especially on weekends."

"Oh. But she woke Jared up? That’s not nice."

He cracked up laughing. "I don’t think he was complaining. If I know Amanda—and I do—she woke him up with a blowjob."

"Ah," I giggled.

"Anyhow, I met them at the diner and we had a nice talk. It cleared a lot of things up in my mind. So, I figured, why wait around? I wanted to do this. It feels right."

I think I sighed a little bit. "Yeah, it feels right to me, too."

I couldn’t believe how happy she was!

I take that back. I could believe it. And, you know what? I was just as happy. It’s funny—I had been so worried about her that it didn’t hit me until about 15 minutes after I had asked her. I have a girlfriend! ME!

It must have shown on my face, because she looked at me and said, "What’s up?"

"It just kind of hit me," I grinned at her. "I actually had the nerve to ask a girl to go out with me."

She let out a little musical little tinkle of a laugh, and wrapped her arm around mine. "Now you know how why I reacted the way I did that I actually got asked out!"

"Oh, I thought it was because it was me that asked you out," I teased.

"It was, silly," she laughed. "But I think my disbelief was increased that it was anyone. Though if it was anyone else, I wouldn’t have said yes."

We ended up getting some lunch, then walked down the main shopping area along Westport Ave. "Hey, let’s go say hi to Mom," I said, as we approached Veychold’s.

"OK," she grinned.

We walked in and Mom was obviously counting something for inventory. So, me being the brat I am, I walked up behind her and intoned, "seven, sixteen, eighty-three, two…"

She turned around, mad, but then realized who it was. "You brat! Hi, honey. Hello, Melissa. What are you two doing?"

"Walking the town," I said. "It was a good day for it. Later, she’s cooking me dinner."

"Vat is dis? You messing your Mama’s counting up?" I looked behind me, and there was Mom’s boss, the owner of the boutique, Miriam Veychold. Miriam was a little old Jewish woman with a thick Yiddish accent—which was amusing, considering she’d lived in Westport for years. She was like the grandmother I didn’t have. I loved her to pieces.

"Hi, Miriam. Yes, I’m messing her up. Isn’t that my job?"

"You shtinker," she grinned. "Vat brings you here on such a nice day?"

"We’re out walking, stopped in to say hi. Missy, this is Miriam, she owns the shop. Miriam, this is my girlfriend, Missy."

"Ah! Zo you finally find nice girl, eh?" Miriam said. "Nice to meet you," she said to Missy.

And, yes, Mom caught it. "Girlfriend?" she said with a grin.

"As of about an hour ago," I grinned back.

"Congratulations!" We chatted for a bit, and I noticed Missy wandering around. She was looking at an outfit.

"I like that," I said.

"I like it, too, but I could never wear it."

"Sure you could," I argued. It was more revealing than the stuff she normally wore, but I thought it’d look great on her. It was a short sleeve purple shirt, drawn in at the waist, and a bit short at the hem, with a hip-hugger flared grey skirt.

"There’s no way."

"Does you girlfriend like zis, David?" It was Miriam.

"Yeah, but she thinks it won’t look good on her."

"Nonsense. Go try it on."

"But…" Missy tried.

"Go try it on!" You don’t argue with Miriam, I found that out years ago. Missy shrugged, found one her size, and went into the dressing room. After a few minutes, she came out, very tentatively. I don’t know why. She looked great. I told her so.

"My stomach’s showing!"

"Only a little, and it that outfit, it’s supposed to."

"You really think this looks good on me?" she asked.

"Vat, are you nuts?" Miriam spoke up. "You look gorchuss." Mom agreed.

She stood there, still looking tentative, when I took matters into my own hands. I took the tee-shirt and baggy shorts she had been wearing out of her hands, and told Miriam. "Bag these." Then I grabbed a scissors, went over to Missy, and cut the tags off of the outfit. I handed them to Miriam and said, "OK, ring these up." Then I reached for my wallet.

"What are you doing?" Missy asked.

"Buying that for you. It’s the only way I’m going to convince you how awesome you look in it. Besides which," I grinned, "I get the employee discount." Miriam rang it up for me, and I paid, before Missy even knew what hit her. "Come on," I said, "let’s go walking."

She looked down at herself, shrugged, and said, "OK." We walked out of the store hand-in-hand after saying goodbye to Miriam and Mom.

"I can’t believe you bought this. I can’t believe you talked me into wearing it!"

"You look great in it. Trust me, OK?"

"It’s so tight. And I’m not used to so much of my belly and legs showing."

"I know," I said. "But you wanted it, didn’t you?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "I just worry that I look like a fat girl trying to be skinny."

"You don’t," I said. "Trust me."

As we wandered through town, we ran into a number of friends. Every single one of them told her how much they liked her new outfit. Score one for me! The only problem I was having was that I found that outfit on her, well, sexy. Very sexy. And the happier she got wearing it, the sexier she got.

I was wearing shorts. They weren’t particularly loose. And after the umpteenth compliment she got on the new outfit, she hugged me. "Thank you so much. You’re such a sweetie for doing this for me." There was no doubt in my mind she felt it when she hugged me.

She giggled, and looked down at the bulge in my shorts. "Is that for me?"

"It’s a sexy outfit," I said.

"You’ve seen me naked all week, though!"

"Er, well," I stuttered, "did you notice that this kind of happened a lot while you were around?"

"Well, I thought that was just from being in The Program."

"Not completely," I admitted. "When you were around, pretty much not at all." She just beamed at me.

We were walking through town, and I felt like I was walking on air. I couldn’t believe he had asked me out. And then he bought me this outfit! And said it looked good on me! And, the startling thing is, he wasn’t the only one. Look, my belly has a bulge. And it was showing! David said, "Missy, it’s a little bulge. And it’s cute." I decided to stop obsessing and take his word for it. Hell, I had been naked for a week, hadn’t I?

And, OK, I admit it—the fact that the top was low-cut and very tight on my boobs did make me feel sexy.

And it made him hard. Unbelievable. I made him hard. Suddenly, a thought went through my head. I suddenly remembered that I had gotten the shot yesterday morning. And, no matter how hard I tried, that thought would not go away.

We walked around for a while, then we got in my car. We stopped at the grocery store so I could buy the stuff to make supper. I decided on shrimp scampi, something I make well. David hung around in the kitchen, making me laugh, as I cooked. "Next time, I’ll cook for you. And, yes, I can," he grinned.

We ate, chatting happily. He pronounced the whole meal delicious. Then, we ended up on the couch watching old comedies on TV, laughing and snuggling. Then he kissed me. And kept kissing me. And kept kissing me. And then, I felt his hand on my boob.

That settled it. "David, uhm, why don’t we go upstairs?" I said softly. "To my room. We’ll be more comfortable up there."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes. Completely. Totally." I stood up, and took his hand, and we walked upstairs. I led him into my room. I flicked on my stereo, and put a radio station on softly. I sat down on the bed, and he sat next to me. "Kiss me," I said.

His lips touched mine tentatively, then increased in force as I returned the kiss. I opened my mouth, just a little bit, and extended my tongue, just a little bit. I could feel his surprise—but only for a moment, as his tongue quickly snaked around mine.

I felt his hand move over my boob, as he gently fondled it through my shirt and bra. Then it slipped under the shirt, and fondled me through the bra. "Take it off," I whispered into his mouth. He reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then, kissing me again, he reached behind and undid my bra. It dropped off, and his hand was on my boob again. Oh JESUS. I think my tongue practically drilled a hole in his teeth when he did that!

He started kissing my neck as he fondled my tit. I could feel a burn, almost a connection, building slowly, connecting my neck with my tit with…down there. His lips dipped lower and lower down my neck. I didn’t know if he was headed where I thought he was, so I made sure. "Yes. Kiss me there. Please." His lips snaked down my neck, down my chest, and latched on to my tit. His hand was still on my other one. I squeaked at the contact. His tongue ran over my nipple, which got erect instantly. Oh GOD did it feel good!

As I moaned and squirmed on the bed, I felt his hand leave my other tit and start moving down my stomach. He traced his hand down my stomach—which tickled, but in a good way—over my skirt, and then went under it. "Wait!" I said.

He stopped his hand moving and backed away from my tit, trying to hide his disappointment. "Undress me, all the way," I smiled. He grinned back. I lay back on the bed and raised my hips, allowing him to slip my skirt and then my panties off. I sat back up, and reached for his shirt. He helped me get all his clothes off. Soon, we were completely naked. After the previous week, it felt right to be that way with him.

I pulled him up to me and kissed him again, pushing my tongue into his mouth. His hand went right between my legs. I did the same thing. I stroked his dick while his hand slipped up and down my pussy. He slipped a finger into my pussy and I jumped.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No," I smiled. "Not at all." He gently slid his finger in and out of my pussy. It didn’t hurt at all. It felt wonderful.

Then he slipped it out, and brought it up to my clit. My legs spasmed, and I jumped again. And, without really meaning to do with it, I really yanked on his dick. Hard.

He came all over my thigh!

Oh, man, was that embarrassing! That was way too quick!

"Oops," Missy giggled. "I think I got carried away."

"I think that was me," I said. "Do you have any tissues?" She giggled, and retrieved them. I cleaned up her thigh. She pointed me to the wastebasket. Then I came back on the bed.

"Damn," she said in a whisper, looking at my soft dick.. "I wanted that inside me."

"WHAT?" I said.

"I wanted you to make love to me."

"You did? You DO?" After hearing that, my dick wasn’t quite so soft anymore.

"Yes," she said, then giggled. "Look, I think he’s waking up."

"If you really want to, I can. I just need a minute or two."

"Or less," she giggled. "David, I want you. Look, I got the shot yesterday. Just in case. That’s how much I’ve been thinking of this."

I was almost completely hard. I leaned over and kissed her again, and dropped my hand back down between her legs.

"Oh, God, my clit. Rub my clit, please, oh God." I did, making circular motions on it with my finger while she bucked under it. I gently pushed her shoulders so that she lay down on the bed, and I lay next to her, still using my hand as I kissed her. Her cheeks and shoulders flushed, and she whinnied as my finger rubbed her clit. Suddenly, her legs shot straight out, rigid, her hips came off the bed, and she howled. I withdrew my hand and let her come down. Her breathing returned to something approaching normal, and she looked up at me with fire in her eyes. She grabbed me by the shoulders and started pulling me towards her. "Fuck me!" she howled.

I crawled in between her legs, and lined my dick up with her pussy. I pushed. And I missed. Missy just giggled and said, "Whoops!" I grinned back at her and lined up again. This time I felt the head slowly slipping into her opening. Then, it slipped all the way in with a pop.

"Ahhhhh!" she yelled.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"God YES just, oh David just DO IT!" She reached around and grabbed my ass to egg me on. I entered her, but slowly. "Oh FUCK!" she howled as I hit bottom.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah," she admitted. "I should’ve made you go slower, but that’s my fault. Just rest a minute, OK? I didn’t think it would hurt since I didn’t have a hymen. But you’re so big!" she giggled.

"I don’t think I’m all that big," I smiled. "You’re incredibly tight. It’s a good thing I came all over your leg or I’d be going right now."

Missy giggled, and said, "It’s OK now. You can start fucking me."

I grinned down at her and started moving in and out, slowly. "OK?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, but there was a hint of a grimace in it.

"It still hurts."

"Not that bad," she said. I kept moving, slowly, deliberately. "It’s getting better," she grinned. As I kept stroking into her, the slight pain in her eyes was gradually replaced with the fire I had seen earlier. "Oh, that’s good," she moaned. "Oh, it’s starting to feel very good!"

I just grinned at her and kept moving. Like I said, cumming all over her leg had helped take some of my edge off, but this was my first time, too—and she was so wet and tight, that I was starting to feel it myself.

"Faster," she groaned. "Harder!" I picked up my pace. I felt it start to build. It was incredible.

"Oh, God, David, fuck me!" she howled. She was bouncing her hips upwards to meet each of my thrusts. Her screams became wordless howls. Then she stiffened below me and I felt her soft wetness pulse hard on my dick. That was all I needed, and I spent myself into her.

I collapsed on top of her. I tried to get off, afraid I was crushing her, but she wouldn’t let me, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into her.

Oh my GOD! I was just….I don’t know. I couldn’t believe I had been so scared of this!

Then again, I stopped being scared of it right when David came into my life, didn’t I?

He was trying to lift himself off me, but I wouldn’t let him. He wasn’t that heavy. I just wanted him to stay close.

"Did I hurt you?" he whispered into my ear.

"Only a little. And believe me, it was worth it," I giggled. "That was something."

"It certainly was," he said.

That’s when I realized something, a wee bit incredulously. "David? Honey, you’re still hard."

"So I am," he chuckled.

"Good. Roll over on your back, and take me with you," I said. He looked at me, then realized what I wanted. He put his arms around me, and rolled. I went with him, ending up on top, him still buried in me. "I want to try this."

"You’re not sore?"

"I don’t care," I said. "I’m still reeling. If there’s pain, I won’t feel it until later. I don’t want you outside me yet." I was almost in a trance. I straddled him, resting my arms on the bed by his sides, leaning over. I started moving up and down on him. Oh, God, he was going in deeper this way! And, every time I hit bottom, he thrust up, and wiggled, which was doing unbelievable things to my clit.

I hadn’t completely come down from the first one yet, so this was not going to take long! And that was a good thing, because I was slamming into him. I couldn’t help it, but I didn’t know how long my thighs could take it!

His hands latched on to my hips, supporting me as I bounced up and down on him. My head was spinning. My body was on complete autopilot, and the only thing I could feel was the building explosion deep in my gut. I think that things were coming out of my mouth, but I had no idea what they were. Then I felt it go off inside me, even more powerful than the first. I slammed down on him and quivered, my insides going off like fireworks. I threw my head back and howled. Then, still shaking, but with absolutely no feeling left in my legs, I fell forward on top of him. He was kissing my forehead. He was still buried in me.

Then, he rolled again so we were both on our sides. He lifted my top leg and draped it over his. He hugged me close, and started moving in and out of me again. Oh GOD. I think this was even better. We were so close. His chest was rubbing up against my tits. His lips found mine. We were connected all over. It was nice that we were close in height, it made it very cozy!

He couldn’t thrust at me as hard from this angle, but that was fine. We were so wrapped together that my clitty was getting constant stimulation, and I was still hovering after my second one. I broke the kiss as he kept pushing into me and whispered in his ear, "I can’t believe this. I feel like I’m flying."

"I know what you mean," he grunted. Then he looked into my eyes and grinned at me. "I like this position."

"Me, too," I grinned back. Then I was spiraling again, and couldn’t talk anymore. I felt my belly clench, and I wrapped myself around him, holding on for dear life as I came again.

He stopped moving for a minute. "How many was that?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Three. No, four. I forgot the one with your hand," I chuckled. "Are you close?"

"Kind of but not completely," he said. "This’ll be my third, and that’s harder for guys."

"I thought you were a virgin, how do you know these things?" I giggled.

"I jerk off a lot," he admitted. I cracked up laughing. Oh, God, when I laughed I really felt him in me! "I’m OK, though, if you want to stop, if you’re sore."

"Not on your life," I said. "Who would’ve ever imagined this, though, huh? You’re the shy geek. I’m the girl who’s afraid of sex. And how long have we been going at it?" He looked at me and grinned. "I’m fine, though. Don’t want to leave you hanging. You want me on my back again so you can really go at it?"

"No, I like this," he said, and started moving in and out of me again. We clung to each other. Not being particularly close to another one myself, I tried to help him. I moved my hips towards his in time with his thrusts. I experimentally tried to squeeze my pussy muscles together as he hit bottom.

"Wow! Whassat?" He moaned. I giggled, and as he thrust back into me, I did it again. And wiggled my hips. He moaned. Every time he hit bottom, I thrust back up at him, clenched my muscles, and wiggle my hips. He was practically whining! It was great!

However, though I was doing this for him, it started working on me. Very, very quickly. "Oh my God, I’m going again!" I howled. As I did, he kept thrusting through it. I opened my eyes and saw the pools of sweat gathering on his forehead. His eyes were clenched tight. "Close?" I asked.

"Yeah," he grunted out.

"Tell me right before," I said. I had this wild crazy impulse all of a sudden. A few more strokes and he said, "Oh, right there."

I abruptly pulled my leg down and pulled my pussy away from him, and scooted down. Before he even knew what was happening, I had gobbled his dick with my mouth, sliding up and down it furiously, trying to get him to the finish line.

"Oh, fuck, MISSY?" he howled when he realized what I was doing, and then he came. Oh, god, great big jets of it right down my throat! I almost gagged, but didn’t. I just kept swallowing it. I got most of it, but a little leaked out. And there was a pool of it on my tongue, so I got a good taste. Surprise, surprise—I found I liked it. A lot.

I cleaned him off, then crawled up next to him. He was completely spent. So, for that matter, was I. He looked over, saw me, and pulled me into his arms. We lay there, snuggling, trying to remember how to breathe, enjoying the afterglow. My crotch was soaked. I still had cum on my tongue. We were covered in sweat. And it was the greatest thing I’ve ever felt.

Just then, I heard the radio. It had been playing the whole time in the background but I never noticed it. Just then, I did. They were playing a song by the Wallflowers:

"You won’t believe just how good it can get

We’ll make a lover out of you yet."

I couldn’t feel anything. I could feel everything. I was numb. I was shivering. My body ceased to exist. My body became the center of the universe.

I couldn’t think.

How long had we been at it? I didn’t know. I didn’t know I was capable of that. Then again, how would I? Missy was snuggled up against me, humming to the song on the radio. I kissed her forehead, and said, "I couldn’t put that into words if I tried."

She giggled and said, "I know what you mean. We’ve been up here for over two hours, you know. Close to three."

"Unbelievable."

"How long before you can do it again?" she giggled.

"Days. Weeks. Months." She laughed. I smiled at her evilly. "Give me thirty minutes."

"I just might take you up on that," she laughed.

"After all that, aren’t you sore?"

"Not really, no. I probably will be in the morning, though," she said. "Not that I care."

"Where did you learn to do that squeezing thing?" I asked.

"Just an idea," she smiled. "Seemed to work pretty well."

"And what made you finish me off that way?"

"Oh, same thing," she laughed. "I just had an impulse. I wanted you in my mouth. And right then, right after you came out of me. I just got kinky all of a sudden." I laughed at that. "You know what? I liked it. I liked it a lot." She grinned at me. "Maybe I should take a page from Amanda."

"Huh?" I asked.

"Wake you up tomorrow morning with a blowjob."

I smiled, then I realized what she had said. "Was that an invitation to stay the night?"

"More like a demand that you stay the night," she laughed. "Call your Mom so she doesn’t worry."

"What will your parents say?"

"Dilligaf?"

"Huh?" I said, completely confused.

"Dilligaf. My little pet word. It stands for, ‘does it look like I give a fuck?’" I cracked up laughing at that one. "So, yeah, my parents probably won’t approve. Dilligaf."

"Do they own any guns?" I asked.

"No," she said with a burst of laughter. "Look, David, my parents’ approval has ceased to have any meaning for me. I agreed today, in a talk with my father, to stay in this house and complete my schooling, and then go to college and make something of myself. I have no problem with that. Outside of that, I’m just going to live my life." She took a deep breath. "I’m going to start seeing Ellie Kirkland regularly, I think."

"That’s a good idea," I told her. "Look, you know, if you need help, my Mom likes you."

"I know," she grinned.

"And she’s thrilled we’re going out."

"I know that, too. Call her, will you?"

I did. It’s a good thing I have a cool mother. She picked up the phone and I said, "Hi, it’s David. Look, I’m not coming home tonight, OK?"

"Where are you?" she asked.

"Uh, Missy’s," I admitted.

"Yeah, he’s in Missy’s bed!" Missy yelled so she could hear.

Mom cracked up laughing. "OK, then," she said. "Will her parents mind?"

"She says she doesn’t care. It’s complicated."

"Yeah, I know," Mom said. "Just, be careful, OK?" She took a breath. "Was it OK?"

"Yeah, it was good," I said. Missy, guessing exactly what I was talking about, yelled "It was great!"

Mom cracked up laughing again. "Put her on the phone." I handed it over. I didn’t hear what Mom said, but Missy giggled and said, "Because you’re son is a complete animal in bed!"

Oh, Jesus. Then, Missy was saying. "Five. Or was it six? I completely lost count. Three hours, mind you." Lovely. My girlfriend and my mother are becoming pals. Then she was giggling, and saying, "No, we started that way. Then I was on top. Then we were side-to-side." Another pause while Mom talked, then more giggling. "Oh, I won’t be able to walk in the morning. Especially since I’m not done with tonight yet." Then she giggled, and said, "OK," and handed the phone back to me.

I took it and said, "OK, now I’m officially embarrassed."

Mom laughed and said, "Of course you are. She’s a very happy young lady right now, David. That’s a good thing. Don’t be embarrassed. And I’ll see you in the morning."

"OK. Bye." I hung up, and looked over and tried to glare at my grinning girlfriend. I couldn’t quite swing it.

Especially when she dropped her grin, just a touch, and said, "I don’t have a mother I can discuss anything like this with."

"I know. I am embarrassed, but I didn’t mind. Just don’t make me be around when you talk to Cassie tomorrow, OK?"

"Deal," she giggled. "How’s your little friend?" she giggled, reaching down to grab him.

"He’s fine. He’ll be really fine if you keep that up. You really want to go again?"

"Yeah," she giggled. She worked my dick with her hand until I was at full staff again. Then she let go, flipped over, and positioned herself on the bed on her hands and knees.

"We haven’t done it from behind yet," she said with a giggle. So, we did it from behind.

After that, finally completely spent, I spooned myself behind her, kissed her goodnight, and went to sleep. I was exhausted. I slept like a rock—I think we both did.

--End of Part Six—