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Subject: {ASSM} Double Duty (mf mf first teen) {Varangian}
Date: Mon,  1 Jan 2001 15:10:09 -0500
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Double Duty

a Short Story by Varangian
Copyright (C) 2000, Varangian



Christopher's pug nose was a bit askew, his brown eyes too large, 
almost owlish, and his pale, delicate mouth small as a young 
girl's.  The boy was not pretty and certainly not handsome, but 
his otherwise agreeable face appeared to be much younger than his 
eighteen years.  He was also somewhat short, 5'9", and slender, 
which further contributed to the false impression that he was 
fifteen or sixteen.  He was, however, a freshman at the local 
university, to which he took a bus from his cousin's house every 
weekday.

He was an awkward, intelligent boy who was clueless about girls 
and uncomfortable with guys.  Cruel or insensitive persons 
dismissed him as a geek, but he was not that freaky, not that 
obsessed with a particular technology or area of knowledge.  He 
understood his physical and social shortcomings, yet he retained 
a healthy, positive self-image.  He knew he would grow out of his 
current awkwardness, that he would in time become a productive, 
successful adult.  The entrance to that new, more promising 
world, he was convinced, was hidden by the pubic hair of some 
girl:  he would not begin to grow up until he got laid for the 
first time.  But the immediate prospects for that were as 
daunting as scaling Mount Everest.


* * *


"Don't squirt me!" Melinda squealed as she dodged the spray from 
Chris' hose.

"Sorry," he apologized and trained the stream of water on the 
back of the car where it spattered in all directions.

Washing the family car was a Saturday morning ritual, when the 
weather permitted, and it was the most rewarding of the chores 
assigned to the two young people, because in return they were 
permitted to use the vehicle from time to time.  They had already 
vacuumed and dusted inside.

"I'll get the towels," Melinda announced when Chris turned off 
the hose, having completed the wet part of the job.

He watched her jump up the back stairs two at a time.  He 
acknowledged she was a lovely sight, clad just in short shorts 
and a skimpy halter, her moist limbs so well proportioned.  She 
was his age and the physical model of the girl of his dreams, but 
he did not for a moment lust after Melinda.  They had been pals 
forever, and besides she was family, Cousin Emma's daughter.

The pretty, blond girl burst onto the porch with an arm full of 
towels, letting the screen door slam behind her.  Her modest 
breasts scarcely jiggled as she clamored barefoot down the 
stairs.

"Let's hurry," she urged him.  "The movie begins in half an 
hour."

"Do you kids have time for lunch?" Emma called to them from 
behind the screen.

"No, Mom.  We'll get something at the mall."

They busied themselves with drying the green Taurus, working in 
silence until they were finished.

"You take care of the towels, Chris," Melinda finally said and 
ran for the porch.  "I have to put on some dry clothes."

He too would have to change, of course, but he knew he would be 
finished minutes earlier than she, who for some reason always 
spent so much time in front of a mirror.


* * *


"That was a dumb movie," Chris grumbled as they sat in the mall's 
food court eating hamburgers.  "It was supposed to be sci-fi."

"But it was set in the future," Melinda protested.

"For what purpose?  It was just a love story.  There was no 
action."

"What about them naked in bed obviously fucking.  You don't call 
that action?"

"You couldn't see what they were doing."

"Well, you could imagine it!"

"Perhaps you could, Melinda, but not me."

"Just what do you mean, perhaps _I_ could?"

"I mean I don't have any experience with, with _that_."

"And you suppose I do?" she retorted indignantly.

"You went with Craig for two years, didn't you?"

"You can really be dense at times, Chris.  All Craig and I did 
was a little kissing, and not much of that."

"Really?  Weren't you ever, you know, curious?"

"Guys are a lot more curious than girls, Chris.  You should know 
that."

"But weren't you ever curious?"

"Of course I was!" she exclaimed, blushing deeply.  "But I never 
let him touch me."

"Never?"

"Maybe once or twice," she mumbled, then asked with a bit of 
rancor, "Why are we talking about this?"

"I don't know.  It had something to do with the movie."

Melinda looked at him closely.  "You've never even kissed a girl, 
have you?"

"I've never had a date.  You know that."

"Why don't you try it with Kelly?" she asked slyly.  "She'll let 
you kiss her."

"She'd kiss anyone, you know.  Besides she's too fat."

"She's not really fat, just a bit heavy.  It's obvious she likes 
you.  She'd let you do a lot more than just kiss."

"And what then, Melinda?  I'd be stuck with her.  I'd have to be 
her boy friend."

"Probably, at least for a while.  But she would be more than what 
you have now, which is nothing."

"I don't want a girl friend.  I just want to learn about it."

"It?"

"You know what I mean."

"Well, Chris, most guys your age know a lot more than you about 
_it_."

"That's not my fault!" he insisted vehemently, tears welling in 
his eyes.

"You're too sensitive, Chris," she said sympathetically, placing 
a hand over his.

"I don't want a girl friend, Melinda.  I just need a pal to teach 
me a few things."

"A pal?"  She almost gasped, knowing that she was Chris' only 
pal.  Hurriedly she changed the subject.  "There's Terry!"  She 
waved at a girl who stood near the food stand.

Terry smiled, waved back and walked toward their table.  She had 
raven hair cut Dutch boy style that emphasized the paleness of 
her oval face.  She was very pretty.

"Hi Melinda," she said with a warm smile.  "Hi, Chris," she added 
abruptly, otherwise ignoring the boy.

Chris stared at her with a certain longing, not for the first 
time.  She was a couple of inches shorter than he and seemed to 
have a perfect, slender body.  Of all the girls he had ever known 
she was the one he would like to have as his girl friend.  But of 
course that was out of the question.  She scarcely ever took 
notice of him, and besides rumor had it she preferred girls to 
boys.

"Do you want some more Coke?" he asked, rising from the table.

Terry ignored him, but Melinda grinned up affirmatively.  Chris 
walked away and then stopped to look back.  Terry was hunched 
over the table talking animatedly.  One of her fingers played 
with Melinda's hand.

When Chris returned to the table with three Cokes, Terry was 
gone.

"What were you talking about?" he asked, wondering what to do 
with the extra drink.

"Just girl stuff," Melinda replied with a smile.  "You like her, 
don't you?"

He nodded and blushed as he sat down.

"So, you're willing to have a girl friend after all!"  Melinda 
chortled.

"Fat chance with her," he mumbled in reply.

"Perhaps so, Chris, at least for now.  But she has sometimes 
asked about you.  She's a bit shy, you know.  Maybe you should 
work on her.  She's going to sleep over tonight."

"I wouldn't know how to begin," he moaned.  "I don't have a 
clue."

"Maybe I could teach you a few things," she said a bit wistfully, 
taking hold of his hand.  "After all, we are pals."


* * *


"Kids," Emma called up the stairs.

"We're not kids any more, Mom," Melinda yelled back.

"Yes, that's my point.  I'm going to spend the night with Grandma 
Horger.  You two can take care of your own supper."

"Terry is sleeping over tonight," Melinda called down the stairs. 

"That's fine, dear.  Just don't be too rowdy."

Chris and Melinda stood in the latter's bedroom gazing out the 
window as Emma backed the Taurus down the driveway.

"So," she finally said, turning to him, "I suppose I could teach 
you how to kiss properly."

"What do you mean, 'properly?'"

"Well, some boys, many of them, think that if a girl lets them 
kiss they have an invitation to grope.  That's not so.  In fact 
that's a real turn off for most girls."

"I won't grope," Chris promised and stood close to her waiting 
for the kiss.

"No, no!  The guy is supposed to take the initiative.  You're 
supposed to kiss me."

Chris, blushing, put his hands on her waist and pressed his lips 
to hers.

"That's better.  Now try it with more feeling.  Pretend I'm 
Terry."

He took Melinda into his arms and kissed her the way he had seen 
it done in the movies.  She embraced him and kissed back with 
evident eagerness, even flicking the tip of her tongue at his 
lips.  It became sloppy after a minute.

"That's very nice, Chris, very nice, but you don't have to get so 
wet."

"Let's do it lying down," he whispered into her ear.

Melinda stood apart from him for a moment with an uncertain look 
on her face.

"Let's take our shoes off first," she suggested and sat on the 
edge of the bed.

They lay on the bed beside each other, for a moment embarrassed, 
but they then began to kiss with a growing fervor.  Melinda 
squirmed in excitement as Chris lay half atop her, holding her in 
an embrace, their tongues dueling.

"Would Terry let me start groping her now?" Chris gasped.

"I think so, darling," Melinda sighed dreamily.

Chris palmed her modest left breast with a quivering hand.  She 
moaned at the touch.

"It's so soft!" he exclaimed.  "May I see it?"

Melinda, her eyes closed, failed to reply, but she did not 
protest when his fingers fumbled at the buttons of her blouse.  
She lifted her upper body to aid him in removing the garment.

"How do you get this off?" he asked, pulling on her bra.

She sat up and looked down at him as she reached behind to unsnap 
it.  "You're pretending you're with Terry, right?" she asked 
nervously.

"Yeah," he responded unconvincingly, his face wide in 
anticipation as her bra began to move.  "Oooh!" he exclaimed when 
her pale orbs came into view.  He fell upon them with his mouth 
and hands, crashing Melinda back down onto the bed.

"Not so rough!" she squealed, giggling for a moment, before she 
began to moan as he nibbled on her hard nipple.  She fondled his 
head with one hand, and with the other guided his hand to her 
crotch.  "Rub me there," she gasped, moving his fingers to just 
the right spot.  She wriggled in growing pleasure, repositioned 
his fingers that had gone astray, and surrendered herself to an 
orgasm that quickly approached.

"Oh, god!" she cried out.

"Did I hurt you," Chris asked with concern, rising up on an elbow 
to look down on her.

"Don't stop!  Please!" she begged him, repositioning his fingers.  
She soon made a sudden loud noise on a quick intake of breath and 
her body went rigid.

"Take off my jeans," she demanded in a hoarse voice after she had 
regained a small measure of composure.

Chris obeyed, pulling them down as he squatted on the bed, 
marveling at the softness of her thighs.

"Now my panties," she gasped.  "I look just like Terry, when I'm 
naked," she lied.  She raised her butt again.

Chris stared at her dense pubic bush, light brown and moist.  He 
knew a magic hole was hidden somewhere in that patch.  He began 
to undress almost unconsciously as he gazed at the lovely, naked 
girl.  Melinda looked up at him, at his boyish chest.  She wished 
he would hurry with his trousers.  And then they were off to 
reveal soft thighs, almost girlish in their shapely smoothness.  
She leaned up to pull on his underpants.  She smiled at the 
loveliness of his virginal cock, when it came into view, 
respectably long and fat.  She pulled him down on top of her.  
With her knees raised high she guided his member to her guarded 
hole.

"I want you to be the first one, Chris," she gasped, out of 
control with lust.  "Just push it in and then take it out 
immediately."

They pressed together and he ripped into her.

"Ow!" she exclaimed at the hurt, which was not as bad as she had 
feared.  But Chris did not pull out.  He squealed in orgasm after 
two pumps and spewed into her.

"Oh my god!  Chris!  What have you done?" she screamed and pushed 
him off her.

She jumped from the bed and raced from the room, semen running 
down an inner thigh.  Chris followed her after a moment, finding 
her downstairs frantically rummaging in a kitchen cupboard.  She 
grabbed a pot, poured some vinegar into it and then held it under 
an open faucet.  She sucked some the liquid up into a turkey 
baster that she jammed into her vagina as she half-squatted in 
the middle of the kitchen.  She douched herself numerous times 
until the floor was awash.

"Will that help?" Chris asked, knowing very well the problem.

"I hope so.  God I hope so." Melinda moaned on the verge of 
tears.

"I can always marry you," he offered sincerely.

"Please, please, Chris, don't say anything.  Just go get 
dressed."


* * *


Somewhat later, when the door bell rang announcing Terry's 
arrival, Chris sat on the edge of his bed, recently showered and 
clad in fresh clothes.  He stood and breathed deeply.  He felt 
taller and more confident of himself, no longer a virgin, no 
longer just an awkward boy.  The noise of the chattering girls 
came closer as they ascended the stairs then became muffled when 
Melinda closed her door.  He heard some loud exclamations, 
Terry's voice, followed by near silence, perhaps whispers.  
Leaving his room Chris went downstairs to grab a snack and watch 
TV.

The girls did not appear for over an hour, and then they went 
directly into the kitchen without disturbing him in the living 
room.  He did not feel the least bit guilty about what had 
happened.  He would indeed marry Melinda, if it came to that.  
But he mostly thought about getting some condoms, because he was 
eager to fuck again.

Terry then came into the room and sat in a chair opposite the 
couch upon which he lounged, staring wordlessly at him.  He 
stared back, emboldened by his new confidence.  He examined her 
pale face, which he considered stunning, as well as the small 
mounds that pushed at her blouse and her slender thighs that were 
sheathed so tightly by her jeans.

"She told me all about it, Chris," Terry finally spoke.

"I didn't realize you two were so close."

"We're closer than you can understand."

"I understand it."

"Do you really?"

"I'm not a child, Terry."

"No.  Not any longer."

"Melinda told me to pretend it was you."

"Did you?"

"I tried to for the most part, but things, got, you know, out of 
control."

"Do you fantasize about me, Chris?" she asked with a cock of her 
head.

"Yes, sometimes.  Does that upset you?  I think you're 
beautiful."

"Thank you.  No, it does not upset me.  I suppose it's a 
compliment, even coming from a boy."

"You prefer girls, don't you?"

"Usually, but I'm not a dyke, not entirely."

"Then there's hope for me?"  Chris grinned.

"Perhaps."

"But I may be getting married soon, Terry."

"To Melinda?  I don't think so.  I doubt you got her pregnant, 
Chris, because she's at a rather safe time in her cycle."

"You know about such things, do you?"

"Yes, I do.  Even a virgin can know about that."

Chris smiled warmly at the pretty girl.

"You smile because I'm a virgin?"

"No, because I sense that you no longer want to be one."

"You're growing up quickly, Chris.

"I experienced an epiphany this afternoon."

Terry looked at him intently.  "Can I trust you?" she asked in a 
low voice.  "I don't want people talking about me."

"Do you think I would boast about my conquests?"

"You didn't conquer Melinda, Chris.  You were handed a gift."

At that point Melinda swept into the room with a brilliant smile 
on her face.  "Come on, Chris," she said.  "Set the table.  
Dinner is almost ready."


* * *


It was a jolly supper.  Melinda was obviously relieved to have 
learned from Terry that she was not likely pregnant.  The two 
girls did not conceal their deep affection for one another.  They 
touched constantly even as Melinda held Chris' hand.

"Is there room for me in this love fest?" he asked half in jest.

Neither of them replied.  Melinda lowered her head demurely, but 
Terry stared straight at the boy.

"We're no longer just pals, are we Melinda?" he asked.

She shook her head slightly, squeezed his hand, then looked into 
his face.  "It's amazing how quickly things can change," she said 
in a soft voice.

"Do you think you can share her, Chris?" Terry asked with an 
intent stare.

He took a breath.  "Yes, I'm certain of it.  I think we should 
all be equal in this.  Do ... you have a gift for me?"

Terry blushed slightly but nodded her head affirmatively.

Melinda, understanding at once, asked excitedly, "May I watch?"

"Yes, of course," Chris replied and rose to his feet.  Terry and 
Melinda stood also.

They went to Melinda's room where Terry stopped rather stiffly at 
the foot of the bed.  She stated ruefully, "I suppose this is 
going to hurt."

"It wasn't too bad, Terry, at least not for me," Melinda said 
encouragingly.

Terry shook off Chris' hand, when he sought to undo the buttons 
of her blouse.  "Let's get undressed in a civilized manner," she 
almost barked, clearly not yet comfortable with this commitment.

They disrobed separately and solemnly, although their eyes darted 
to one another.  Terry, naked, did not at all resemble Melinda.  
She was paler, more slender and her breasts were pointy.  Melinda 
pulled a chair to the edge of the bed.  "I'll just sit here," she 
said with a nervous giggle.

"I'm on the pill, Chris," Terry said calmly as she reclined on 
the bed.

Surprised, he asked, "Were you expecting this with me?"

"Yes, with you, and if not, with someone else."

Chris sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand across the 
young woman's lovely body.

"You don't appear to be very aroused," he observed.

"I'm quite nervous.  Do you know how to excite a girl?"

"Not really," he confessed in embarrassment.

"Let Melinda get me ready for you," she suggested.

"No!  I want to do it, but you'll have to instruct me."

"We can kiss for a while, perhaps.  I'd like that.  But then 
you'll have to lick on me.  Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, yes.  Just tell me how to do it right."

They kissed as Chris' hands roamed her svelte body, feeling its 
exciting sleekness.  After he suckled a pointy tit for a while, 
Terry pushed on his head, wanting him to move lower.  He nuzzled 
her flat stomach with his face, but the pressure on his head 
continued until his cheeks brushed her inner thighs and his mouth 
touched the moist bush.  She raised her knees and spread her 
thighs.  He positioned his head between them and began to lap 
inexpertly.  A few gasped instructions were sufficient to teach 
him how to eat her out effectively.  She squirmed and groaned 
increasingly louder until she shrieked and gripped his head 
tightly with slender thighs.

"Stop it now!  That's enough!" she exclaimed and pulled on him, 
wanting him to come atop her and take her cherry.  With his face 
almost touching hers he pushed and broke through without much 
difficulty.

"Is that it?" she asked in surprise.  "It was just a bad sting."  
But she groaned aloud when he penetrated her fully.  "Come 
quickly, Chris, please.  I'm sore."

He came soon enough, but not before savoring the magnificent 
tightness on his cock, something he had missed with Melinda.  He 
then kissed her lips desperately, grunting and squealing as he 
spewed into her.

When he raised his head to study her, she smiled grandly at him 
and nodded.  "I guess you can say in a way you have conquered 
me."


* * *


Later in the dark Chris sat on the chair next to the bed and 
listened to the two lovely girls please each other.  He did not 
press close.  He did not want to disturb them in their joy, 
although he was very curious about what exactly they were doing 
to each other.  He would learn eventually, he knew, when he 
shared the bed with them for the first time.  He wanted to shout 
in exaltation, to tell the world, but of course he couldn't.  He 
kept no diary, nor did he even have a dog to confide in.

He dozed off and awoke in the twilight before dawn.  The girls 
lay curled naked on the bed, Terry with a thumb in her mouth, 
Melinda on her side snoring lightly.  He stood and looked down on 
them with a sincere love, but also with a selfish pride.  His 
women!  Both of them!  And he was their man.  He was no longer 
the mere boy he had been yesterday.


END

Varangian
ludmax11@hotmail.com

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