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Confidant
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Confidant
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"No way. I wanna know." "Well, you know..." "Yes?" "It's sorta personal." "Give, girl." "I dunno. Well, you saw us at the dance. And we drove off afterwards, but we didn't go to the lookout. He had keys for this fishing camp instead." "Yeah. And?" "It was kind of gross inside. It had really been used for fishing, you could smell." "So you turned around and came home. And waited two hours to call me. Yeah, right." "No. We stayed there, all right." "Details, girl. Details." "Well, we sat on a sofa and started kissing, just like always. He kept unbuttoning things faster than usual, though. And then it got plain cold. So, I told him to take care of his own clothes, and rushed out of mine. When I got to the panties, though, I sort of panicked. So I ran over to the bed in panties and shoes." "Shoes?" "I took those off before I got into bed. It's just that the room was cold and the floor was dirty. It wasn't a time for bare feet. Anyway, the bed was truly cold. So I'm lying there shivering. Tommy was smarter than I was, though. He dragged a chair over to the bed and got undressed right there. Then he took down his shorts. You've seen a boy's thing; I know that. But have you ever seen a boy stand there with it sticking out?" "Yeah. Gerald used to stand up while I got him off." "Right. Anyway, Tommy's looked weird. Sort of like he came with a handle. Then, he sat down and took off his shoes and the trousers from around his ankles. He put on his rubber." "Gross!" "Well, not as gross as getting pregnant. But it did sort of underline why we were there. There was no way you can pretend that you just got carried away while you were lying in bed with a boy wearing a rubber. Anyway...." "Anyway?" "Anyway, he started kissing me again. Then he was fumbling around down there. After a bit, it didn't feel like fumbling any more. He kissed me and stroked there. Then he kissed my breasts and stroked there. "I'll say this for Tommy. He'd been pushy in the past, kept insisting. But, tonight, he just wanted to turn me on. Anyway, there were two of us under those covers; and -- after a while -- it got warm there. You could still see your breath, but it was warm under the covers. Especially, his skin was warm where I touched it." "I'll bet he was warm. In fact, I'll bet he was hot." "No! I mean really warm. I was feeling comfy, as well as turned on, when he started to pull on the elastic of my panties." "So?" "So I raised up my butt and he pulled them off. Then I might have felt a little less comfy; cold air got under the covers while we were doing that. But I soon felt a lot more turned on." "And then?" "And then he climbed between my legs. That raised the covers again, and it took a while. Not smooth. But, by then, I really wanted him to do it. The rubber was all greasy when I touched it, but I put it in the right place. He said "Oh, Jan!" when he shoved in. "Did it hurt?" "Not much. He knelt right on my leg when he was trying to get in place, and that hurt a lot more. Anyway, he was moving in and out, and I was just getting used to the motion when he grunted and pushed hard into me." "And that was it?" "Pretty much. He said some sweet stuff afterwards, and we lay there. But that was all we really did." "Does it hurt now?" "No. Except for the spot on my leg where he hit. And I didn't bleed at all. And he did bring my clothes over to the bed so I could get dressed there without getting too cold. But my bra was messy from the floor. Luckily, there was a sofa there, and -- since he'd put my dress on that -- it didn't get dirty. I'll rinse out the bra and let it dry before I put it in the wash. Some of the grit got on the inside, though. It wasn't fun wearing it home." "Does your mom know?" "No way! You're the only one I'm telling." "Thanks. Well, good night." "Good night." |
The End Confidant Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net 2004/03/01 Thanks to Neneh for editing this. Another all-dialogue story: "Barefoot" The index to almost all my stories is: Index to Uther Pendragon's website |