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This represents a temporary halt to the series. I plan to post
unrelated stories for a while, one per week, then repost all eighteen chapters,
maybe one per day. Then continue this series, one chapter per week. This
will require me to finally write one not-far-down-the-road chapter I've been
putting off, but which is needed to bridge between two others. Also, I have
to decide which ending to use for the whole thing.
Chapter 18
END AND BEGINNING
For the night of the senior prom, the graduating class rented one floor in
a hotel. They might never see each other again, or at least for years, so
there were a lot of farewells, some of them very passionate. Last chances were
taken, a lot of them. Behind some closed doors on that night, there were a few
soft pops that were not those of champagne corks.
******
Pat Thomas got her first period when she was thirteen. By the end of that
year she had developed breasts. By the end of the next one they were big
enough that she would have to be about five foot ten for the proportions to be
right.
It didn't work out that way. She never got over five foot even, and she
was about an inch less than that when she graduated from high school.
She had boys after her body from the age of fourteen on, probably more so
than most girls. The breasts were not really abnormally big, but they looked
big on her. Most girls like boys who are a year or too older than them, but of
course with her body being so small some of those boys thought that she was too
young for them.
What was big and what was small on her brought a lot of comments from the
cruder boys, and some from the girls. It got her a lot of glances and some
stares also, but that she didn't mind so much.
For a long while she didn't date any boy for very long, since most of them
just wanted to feel her up. And a lot of them were selfconscious about the
difference in height. It was that way until her last year of high school.
She had dated Ed Krieg for most of that year, and it kind of makes sense
that he would ask her to the senior prom. He was very short, but still about
two inches taller than Pat. Which is to say, he was five foot one.
Ed Krieg was almost the only boy around who thought that she looked right
with him, and Pat did like him. The rest of them took years to learn that good
things come in small packages, but that was their problem.
Maybe more to the point, Ed Krieg was the only one who didn't make jokes
about her being short. So they dated for months, and while they didn't go any
further than having him fondle her breasts under an unfastened bra and try to
put his tongue down her throat, Pat thought about going all the way with him.
Especially when she was alone in bed, after Ed had taken her home.
On the night of the senior prom, Pat wore a silver gown with a low-cut
front, and ruffles every-which-way, and lots of superfluous buttons. Ed wore a
spangled tux. They went in his car, which was brand new and a graduation
present.
They had a wonderful time. Pat laughed a lot and danced a lot and drank
more punch than she should have considering how much grain alcohol had been
poured into it when the teachers were not looking.
They left about eleven and went to a diner, and there Ed started acting
nervous. When they left there they parked for a while in a quiet spot and made
out. That gown made it easy for him to put his hand down the front and the bra
was built into it, so Ed got her nipples standing up very easily. Pat could
tell that he was standing up too, and she held him there for the first time.
He had pulled one breast out of the gown and was kissing it and rubbing the
nipple between his fingers when a couple of other cars pulled into their
secluded corner.
Ed straightened up her dress and looked over at her. In a half-afraid
voice he said: "Do you want to go to the after-prom party at the hotel?"
Pat was half-afraid too, to go on, but she said, "Yes."
They got back on the highway. He stopped in the parking lot of the hotel,
a twenty-story chain place just over the city line. It was pretty dark on the
edge of the lot, so that seemed a reasonable place to continue making out for a
little. But Ed pulled in close, under the lights. He helped Pat out of the
car.
They took the elevator to the top floor and walked into a crowd of their
friends. Ed barely waved at people in the reception hall, and just kept
walking.
Pat did not expect Ed to unlock the door of a sleeping room and hold it
open for her.
She stood there looking into the hotel room and thinking fast. Then she
walked through the door.
Pat sat down on a chair, and Ed ignored her for a moment while he lowered
the venetian blinds and closed the curtains on the front window, then went and
pulled the curtains on the bathroom window, then went back to put the chain
across the door. Being concerned about windows on the top floor, when a lot of
people had seen them enter the room, just showed his nervousness.
When there was nothing else that he could reasonably do to avoid it, he
turned to look at her.
"I went and reserved this room this afternoon, just in case," Ed said. "I
wasn't sure at all if you would want to even think about coming here --."
"If you had asked me, I would not have been able to tell you," Pat
replied. "I have been both wanting and not wanting to do -- things -- with you
for months now."
"Well, this high school graduation kind of makes us adults, and, well,
uh..."
"Yes," Pat said. "I know what you mean. Going to a hotel room together,
going to bed together, would be another step in showing that we are grown up."
"Yes, uh..."
"But I am still hesitant and unsure how far I want to go," she told him.
"Ed, would you hold me? I could use your touch to calm my mind."
Pat stood up and walked toward him. Ed was a lot better when he didn't
have to think of what to say.
Ed held her for a minute, then he took off his tuxedo jacket and hung it
on the back of a chair. When he reached for Pat again, he kissed her; his
nervousness didn't show there. It only showed a little in the way that he soon
unfastened the hook on the back of her gown and slowly took the zipper all the
way down to her rump.
He raised his hands back up and pressed her to him, running his hands in
slow circles over the bare skin on her back and caressing her. Pat was
drifting in sensation, half-dreaming, both wanting Ed to go on and very happy
with the way she felt right now.
Soon he pulled the gown further apart at the top. As he stepped back with
the material still in his hands, Pat shrugged off the shoulders and the whole
gown fell in a heap to the floor.
Pat stood before Ed now naked except for a pair of cotton panties. He
kissed her again and touched her breasts, lifting them slightly and grazing the
large hard nipples with the palms of his hands for a moment before he bent and
helped her take and hang up her gown.
Then Ed stood while she removed his bow-tie and placed it on the dresser,
and unbuttoned his frilly dress-shirt. When she drew it down over his
shoulders, she touched her breasts against the skin of his chest and moved in a
slow circle. The instant that his arms were free from the shirt, they were
around her and he was kissing her with all his passion. And Pat responded with
all of hers.
He picked up the shirt from the floor and put it over the same chair that
held his jacket. He slipped off his loafers and socks before he returned to
her, and all four of their hands moved to remove his slacks.
Those also went over the chair, and they kissed for the last time in a
standing position. The hard tube in his briefs dug into her stomach.
When they broke from the kiss, they looked into each other's eyes and Pat
stepped back to go and sit on the bed. Ed went to his jacket and took out a
foil package before he joined her there.
They stretched full-length along the bed, their heads and their feet
meeting almost perfectly. The condom was left on the dresser beside Ed to free
his hands to touch and fondle her everywhere.
Ed took one nipple between his lips, and then the other as he swung over
to lie between her legs. After a while he moved back up to kiss her mouth and
his covered erection pressed down against her panties and the ache within, and
then he ground their hips together in imitation of what would follow when the
covering was gone.
When he had excited Pat almost to her limit, he took off her panties then
discarded his briefs. Her hand went to his erection at once and she circled it
to run her hand along it.
"Patricia," he said to her, "I will leave the decision to you as to when I
should put the condom on. I do not want to make you pregnant. But I think --
I have assumed -- that you are a virgin, as I am --."
She nodded silently, wondering where he was going.
"Well, I want very much to have your first experience, at least your first
entry by a man, to be feeling the flesh against flesh as I enter and not just
latex. I also admit that I want to feel it directly when the hymen breaks. So
I want to withdraw after a little while and put the condom on, and continue
then to the end. Would that make you too uncomfortable?"
Pat weighed, as always on that night, her fears and desires. As always on
that night, the second won. "No, I think that would be the better way. But
please be careful," she said to him.
His hand went down and touched the outer labia. He slid along them and
slowly spread them and made her very wet again before he entered her with one
finger for the depth of one finger-joint. Pat gasped in pleasure and in
anticipation. She was ready.
Ed knelt now between her legs and touched the tip of his penis to her
outer opening. He slid it back and forth to spread her natural lubrication,
then he slid a little inside of her.
The strokes increased in length until he touched the barrier. Her
sensation increased along with his strokes. Then he hesitated and came back
down with more force. As Pat felt the membrane split open, she heard him say
"My God!" and he went all the way up, expanding her canal and her consciousness
both at once.
It was only a few more strokes, certainly no more than a half-dozen,
before she reached her first orgasm under a man. The trouble was, Ed reached
his at the same time.
To his credit, he pulled out right away, at the same instant that she hit
him in the stomach. He moved out of range of further blows, and by the time
Pat could reach him again she realized that there was nothing to be gained by
hitting him.
Ed started to give her apologies, which did her not a damned bit of good.
Pat ran for the bathroom and started to force water from the shower head
against and into her vagina, bending backwards and spreading her legs to do it.
In time she calmed down enough to get dressed and Ed drove her home. He
dropped Pat off at about one in the morning, which was a little earlier than
her parents expected.
He tried a couple of times to call her after that, but Pat hung up on him.
The next three weeks were a living hell. But her period finally came, and her
worries went down the drain.
******
Once Dave Whitley was behind a closed door with Enid Weston, he stripped
her prom gown from her and then he removed the rest of her clothing, while she
did the same to him. By the time she was nude, she was also wet and ready for
him. He took her into the first bed they had used since that first weekend and
he tried his best to make Enid pass out from repeated orgasms.
First he spread and stroked her with his fingers until he brought her to a
fast orgasm, then he used his lips and tongue until he had Enid gasping in
release again. When he slid into her a little later that night she felt as
soft as moistened silk, and further in she proved to be just as tight and
clinging.
The tension and excitement of that day and evening had made Enid a bundle
of nerves, and even the two climaxes he had given her had not dissipated that
energy. Now that he entered her all the way up she wrapped herself around Dave
with an urgency she had never shown before and she gave him a wild bumpy ride.
Dave built her to a climax that almost made Enid lose consciousness when
he filled her with his sperm, and then he finished the job when he caressed her
with his hand again. She slept for hours.
******
It was now less than two months since Julie Carter, now become a full
woman courtesy of David Whitley, had entered the maze of dating and
love-making, and it had been almost that long since he had been able to fully
enjoy her again. She had found Tom Stevens, a boy as studious as herself, and
quickly given herself to him to cement their relationship. The long hours of
dancing at the prom seemed to have given both of them energy instead of
draining it, and when he got temporary use of one of the bedrooms, he chose to
be slow and teasing about removing the long fancy gown from Julie's long
exquisite body. And when he did and she stood naked before him,he knelt to
take one nipple into his mouth and suck on it.
Then the other, and then Tom moved her back until her legs hit the side of
the bed and she fell back. And as she did, her legs opened and he knelt
between them. He had worshipped Julie with his mouth on one long wonderful
afternoon, but only briefly, and nothing like the way Julie had given him oral
gratification over these last months. He tried now to balance accounts.
This girl had a fine cool sensible mind, and he had the impish impulse to
see if he could make her completely lose control of herself. He opened her
valley of delight with his hands and slowly slid his tongue up the length of
it. Her hands gently cradled his head, as Tom expected. Julie did not expect
that he would then repeat his action, increasing the tempo and darting up into
her until the flood of sensations, augmented by the stretching from his
fingers, made her face draw tight and her hands claw at his hair. Her hips
finally shook in orgasm and her mouth hung open from the same cause.
Only after the twitching stopped did Tom rise from between her legs and
begin to slowly bring her up to arousal again, and this time enter Julie and
find his own satisfaction with long thrusts in and long legs wrapped around
him.
******
Joel Kubicki got into an auto accident in early May and broke his leg. He
took and passed his exams in the hospital, but he was not in shape for the
graduation ceremony, let alone dancing at the prom. Anne Shimura therefore
very reasonably went with someone else: Dave Curdie.
She had been unsure whether to let him go all the way with her when they
reached the hotel for the after-prom party. When he took her into a back hall
instead of a bedroom and simply raised her skirt there and took off her panties
and plowed into her with little preamble, she knew she had made the wrong
choice. Especially since she was left unsatisfied.
But later that evening she fell into conversation with Ricky West,
Suzanne's other long-time boyfriend. Those three weeks in the beach-house in
Ocean City in close proximity to him had made Anne very curious about what
Ricky would be like in horizontal acrobatics. It was plain after a bare
suggestion of her curiosity that he was also interested in trying her out.
Plain as the tilt of his pants.
With a little more slow sweet reading of mutual signals, they moved into a
recently vacated bedroom and shut the door. His hands lovingly removed the
golden gown Anne wore over her golden skin, and left her in white panties.
Ricky dropped his own clothes and lifted her in his arms and put her on the
bed, removing her panties in almost the same motion.
After a little more action with fingers and lips and mouths, Anne Shimura
knelt over his prone body with her legs spread wide and began to lower herself.
With her short legs and his long tube, she almost had to stand to not be
entered, but that made the position all the more tantalizing. She spread
herself to provide a better target for Ricky, and he hit the spot perfectly --
and slowly, to make it better.
The spreading after that was all his, all internal. And wonderful. Her
hands rested on his chest as Anne raised and lowered her hips, until she could
stand no more, at her peak, and she sat down hard on Ricky as he shot up into
her.
******
Leslie Lane kept up her compact with David Heiss to the end, though no
other roughneck boy around wanted her as much. She went with David to the prom
(well, he was a good dancer) and he dropped her off at the party afterward.
Whether he was going home she did not ask; probably not.
She spent a couple of hours there drinking and talking, until she saw
another lone soul: Dave Whitley, whose date had gone to sleep not long after
the prom. Leslie thought about her own unsatisfied lust, and decided that
after all she wasn't going to marry him, and approached him.
Dave did not know what to make of these suddenly friendly overtures from
Leslie, but he was not inclined to question his luck, though he wondered how
long it could last. They passed quickly to deep kisses, and then when they
stood half-behind a pillar and half-hidden from observation, she pulled down
his fly and reached into his pants to stroke the erection that she had given
him.
None of the bedrooms were available, but she was too tipsy and it was too
late for her to care, and she gave him her body on a couch in the corner of the
meeting hall, with her dress piled on the floor beside. She found him very
satisfying, as he had been the Saturday they a few hours together.
But the approving comments from those watching bothered him later.
******
Later he found that Suzanne Elgin and Therese Robitaille had taken over a
room together and they wanted to see if they could take on in one night every
boy they had ever balled in the senior class. One of them stood guard outside
while the other used it. Dave was in there with both of them, about three
hours apart.
Around dawn, a black girl named Alice Newell, whom Dave barely recalled
speaking to in the last year, showed him that she was ahead of her time. She
approached him with a half-dozen others and said that she had heard rumors
about him and had been put up to a dare. She got him naked in the middle of a
large bed with the others gathered around to watch. What she did to him was
called "deep throating" a few years later, but he had never heard of it then.
She won the dare, but after that night she was lucky that he could give her a
valid test.
End, for now.
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