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Tom's Diary
Tuesday, March 26, 2002
When I awoke, I had a hard on buried in JR's ass crack; I'd have
done something about it, except my alarm was already going off.
I reached up, turned it off, and grimaced. Already five minutes
late getting started.
JR moved and lay on top of me, pinning me to the bed, and
started to tickling me. "JR!" I said, trying hard not to giggle.
"We're already late."
She rubbed her bare pubes against my boner. "And I am dying to
have this in me," she told me. "But Penny's period is done, and
I told her, unless someone else drops in after school, you and
she..."
I found I could rub her clit with my rod, and I did; causing JR
to go all dreamy and limp. "Oh... you... rat!" She gasped until
I stopped.
"You're the one teasing me, sauce for goose," I laughed at her.
She laughed back, and then she and Jenny were off for their
shower. I contemplated what watching that would be like; my
boner went into overdrive.
Mom appeared at the door, while I was like that. She giggled,
and smiled at me. "The girls left you a bit bothered this
morning?"
"A little," I shrugged, give me a minute or two in the shower, I
thought, and things will be right as rain.
She smiled slightly, pushed the door closed, walked over to the
bed and sat down next to me. Without a word, she leaned over,
took me in her mouth and started going down on me. I was wrong
about how long it would take; I spurted in much less than a
minute. Mom sat back up, grinning. "There now, better?"
"Oh yeah!" I eyed the clock, then looked at her, Mom shook her
head and laughed.
"Is there ever enough time?" she said. She leaned down, kissed
me lightly. "Never, not really." I cupped one of her breasts,
massaging through blouse and bra; not very satisfactory for
either of us, but God! I was hot and horny!
She smiled at me and shook her head. "Not now, Tom... " She
kissed me lightly again. "Friday night. You and me. All
night."
I nodded, wishing it was magically Friday night instead of
Tuesday morning. She left, and I went and showered; picked up
Penny, Shannon and Elizabeth, then dropped off the two younger
girls at the junior high and continued on to school.
At lunch, I was startled when Sue Ellen and a number of girls
came and said they wanted to talk to me, while I was sitting with
Shannon and Tony.
I got up and we walked a few feet away from the tables, out onto
the playground. "You're the one who ratted on Keith, Roger and
Sam, yesterday?" That was Janey Sussman, captain of the
cheerleaders.
I couldn't tell from her tone if she was a happy camper or not;
the words tended to make me think not. "The police asked me if I
knew any of Sam Reese's friends. I told them their names and
addresses."
"Sam beat up his mother, raped her," Sue Ellen said, "They beat
up Keith's sister Dawn, the three of them. Broke an arm, her
nose... They really worked her over. They all raped her. They
were debating which of them was going to get to kill her when the
police broke in."
"Dawn was the girl they took?" I asked, and Janey nodded, her
eyes on me. "The police didn't say who, just that they had
someone."
"I talked to Dawn for a little," Janey said. "She's my cousin,
so they let us see her. She won't talk much about what happened;
just that she's ever so grateful someone came. She says they
were going to kill her, so there'd be no evidence."
I gagged, suddenly faint. "Shit." Could there really be people
that stupid?
Janey looked me up and down. "Dawn's a freshman, going out for
cheerleader. She and I are friends. Particular friends. Like I
hear your sister has friends." Her eyes were drilling into my
head. "I hear, you don't think it's any of your business to butt
into your sister's business."
"Joanna is a big girl; she can make up her own mind who her
friends are, and how close they are," I told her.
"And it doesn't bother you, girls doing girls?" Janey pressed.
I glanced at Sue Ellen, kind of wondering why she hadn't
mentioned that no, it didn't bother me.
"No, it doesn't bother me."
"Get you all hard and horny, thinking about it?"
"Thinking about girls gets me all hard and horny," I said, and
the gaggle of girls giggled.
"We talked about it," Janey went on. "You can have one of us
for a little quality time, our way of saying thanks. This is
like totally off the record, doesn't count, no one will know what
happens. You and her, or him if you're like that."
"I'm not like that, nothing like that. I appreciate the
thought, Janey, I do. But I mean, I'm not Roger or Sam or those
other bastards. I didn't do anything for a reward." My eyes lit
on one of the girls, Gloria Rodriquez. Her eyes held mine only
for a second, and then she looked away. She sure seemed to me to
be saying, 'Please don't pick me.'
What had my dad said to Mary on Sunday?
"Janey." She looked at me, and I smiled at her. "Hold out your
hand, Janey." She blinked, and then raised her arm slowly; I
reached out and shook her hand. "Now, simply say, 'Thanks,
Tom,'" I told her as she looked at me.
"Thanks, Tom," she said, her voice uncertain.
"That's why I did it, Janey. The only reward I want. Okay?"
Janey nodded, then one of the other girls held out her hand.
"Thanks, Tom. Dawn and my sister are friends." After that, one
after another shook my hand, until Gloria Rodriquez and Sue Ellen
were left. "Thanks," Gloria said, and then smiled. "Cool."
Sue Ellen stepped up, grinned at me. "If you think I'm just
gonna shake your hand," she said forthrightly, "you're out of
your fucking mind." She stepped close, hugged me tight, grinding
those imposing mammaries into my chest for a long few seconds,
before letting go.
"You're welcome," I told her, and everyone cracked up.
"No PDA's," a voice interrupted. I looked up and saw Mrs.
Jenkins, the sixty-year old woman I'd had for English Lit the
year before.
Sue Ellen turned to the old bat and grinned. "That was a
display of personal gratitude. If I was displaying affection,
I'd really have gotten in trouble." That brought more laughter
from the other girls, and Sue Ellen went on, waving at me. "Tom
Ferguson helped the police rescue Dawn Driscoll from being raped
and murdered yesterday." With that, Sue Ellen turned and walked
away, followed in quick order by the rest of the cheerleaders.
I glanced at Mrs. Jenkins; decided I was glad I'd had her last
year, because if I was in her class this year, my grade would
have just gone in the toilet. I nodded to her, and walked back
to Shannon and Tony.
"What was that?" Tony asked.
"The cheerleaders being grateful for my help getting Dawn
free."
"Shaking hands?" Tony laughed, "Wow! I could have thought of
something better than that!"
"Actually," I said, not sure why I felt so sure about it, "they
offered me my choice of them. For a little quality time. I said
no."
I saw Shannon looking at me, and I shrugged. "It didn't seem
right."
Tony shook his head. "Doesn't seem smart to say no to an offer
like that."
I looked at him, and reflected on what Sue Ellen had said. At
least once, he'd had an offer like that, one he hadn't refused.
Yet I had. Weird.
"It wasn't hard at all to say no." I was puzzled, inside. Why
had I said no? I hadn't even contemplated saying yes. I'd meant
it when I said I didn't do anything for a reward; at the time, I
didn't even know about Dawn, or what they were doing to her. I
wanted the police to find Sam and put him in jail. That was all.
So he couldn't hurt Jenny or anyone else, ever again. And I'd
almost been too late. But it wasn't me who rescued her, it was
the police. All I had done was tell them where to look for Sam.
Shannon put her arm on my shoulder for a moment, and I was
grateful. A lot to think about.
The bell rang, and Shannon zipped off to her next class, Tony
and I walked slowly towards ours. Tony waved at where Shannon
had gone. "Maybe she's giving you enough, so it doesn't matter,
eh?" He laughed.
I rounded on him, angrier with him than I could ever remember
being. "Last fall, Shannon dated Roger Parker a couple of times.
Not even three weeks; she decided she didn't like him and broke
up. All the stories you've heard about Shannon putting out were
from Roger. Consider the source, Tony, consider the source!"
He held up his hands. "Chill!" He looked at me for a second.
"You're different, since you and Marsha. Way different."
"You bet," I told him.
"But you've been in Shannon's pants. I know."
"No you don't," I said firmly.
"Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong."
I looked him in the eye. "Tony, the first time Shannon and I
went out we kissed, I touched her breasts. Second time, I got a
hug and a quick kiss. It wasn't wham, bamm, let's fuck! Okay?"
"Third time lucky, eh?" He saw me start to wind up and he
backed up a step. "I'm being an asshole, aren't I?"
I didn't say anything at first, working on holding my temper in
check. "Tony, from last fall until the other night at the
basketball game, Shannon's been refusing to go out; not that she
doesn't get lots of offers, sometimes five or six guys a day ask
her out."
"Lamers," Tony said. Abruptly he held out his hand. "I'm
sorry, Tom."
It was such a microcosmic reversal of the cheerleaders, I wanted
to laugh. I shook his hand.
"Speaking of lamers, we're both late for class," I told him, and
we grinned and split.
I spent a lot of time during the afternoon staring into space,
until finally, the last bell rang. Instead of seeking out
Shannon and Elizabeth, I headed for the girl's PE room, found
someone going in and asked if she'd tell Janey I wanted to talk
to her.
After a minute, Janey came out; now dressed in her cheerleading
outfit. Not a bad looker, long slim legs, dark blonde hair.
Breasts probably about Marsha-sized, not the huge wealth of Sue
Ellen. She saw me looking, smiled slightly. "Change your mind?"
she inquired softly.
"Ah, no. Doesn't mean I'm blind, though," I told her, getting a
grin back.
"I've been thinking about what you offered at lunch. Not how
you'd expect." I hurried on, knowing I was going to piss her
off. "I think what you're doing with the cheerleaders is wrong.
Today was wrong. Yeah, you said everyone agreed, but really? It
didn't seem that way to me. There were girls there who agreed
because they didn't expect to be chosen. Didn't want to be
chosen. They agreed, but it was peer pressure." That dark
monster our parents and teachers were eternally invoking, and we
never discussed amongst ourselves.
I was right; I could see it in Janey's eyes.
"And what," Janey said, her voice tight and angry, "gives you
the right to tell me that I'm wrong? We're wrong?"
I shook my head. "I gave you my opinion, Janey. I'm telling
you that I, Tom Ferguson, in my opinion, think you aren't much
better than Sam and Roger and Keith. That you use coercion to
get the others to do what you want." I held her eyes.
"Including sex."
She started to turn away, and I called after her. "Tell me
Janey, why did Sue Ellen quit the squad?"
She glanced back at me, but stopped. "Her grades were hurting.
Tony, the squad, school, she was having trouble keeping up." She
looked at me. "Her parents would have made her quit if her
grades dropped any more."
I shook my head. "I've never talked about someone's sex life
before," I said quietly, "and I'm wrong for doing it now. Janey,
Sue Ellen likes sex, but I don't think girls are her first
preference.
"But even more than that, Janey, what she really doesn't like is
sex potluck; with football players or cheerleaders or whoever,
picked at random. She decided to quit because she didn't want to
do it except with people she knows and likes. How many others
have dropped out or quit because they didn't want to do the
things you do?" I pressed on, "How many of the people still on
the squad do it because they want to be a cheerleader, and while
they don't like what they're made to do, go along so they can be
part of the squad? Doing things they'd have never done without
being forced?"
"What gives you the right to be judgmental? To tell me what's
right, what's wrong?" Her face was red, her voice angry.
I shook my head. "I told you my opinion, Janey. Like a friend
would do at Thirty-one Flavors if you were wondering if you
wanted two scoops or three of super duper chocolate on your ice
cream cone. 'Take two Janey,' 'Take three Janey, we can burn it
up at practice.'" I shook my head. "This is just my opinion,
Janey. That's all." I waved towards the parking lot. "I have
to go, you think about it."
I turned and left, found Shannon waiting impatiently, Elizabeth
patiently waiting; I picked up JR, Jenny and Penny.
We dropped off Shannon and Elizabeth first. I walked Shannon to
the door, and Mary greeted us. "I start tomorrow," Mary told us,
grinning. "Thanks for being a chauffeur."
"No trouble, Mary."
"I told Ellen we'd come over tonight for some Scrabble, after
dinner," Mary went on. I grinned, nodded.
"Kim's going to pick up Penny at our place after work." JR said
before I got the car going. I nodded, remembering I was
scheduled for a little quality time of my own with Penny. We
drove home, JR smiled and led Jenny away towards her room, and
Penny and I went up to mine.
We sat on the bed, talking for a bit, then Penny wanted to make
out, so we did that for a while. It wasn't really passionate at
first, just soft and gentle; it was nice.
She smiled at me. "I'm sorry I was such a bitch, Friday." I
shook my head.
"You weren't."
"Yes I was." She kissed me a little more hotly, "God! I was so
horny I wanted to climb the walls!" The kiss picked up a little
more steam. "What's the point of having a boyfriend, if you
can't do it with him?"
I put my tongue in her mouth, and she sucked on it, and when I
started rubbing her breasts through her blouse, she moaned, and
started working the buttons on her blouse. This was, I learned,
not a good use of resources, I spent a few seconds fumbling with
her bra; only to learn that it undid in front. But then we were
both bare, kissing and stroking each other.
Penny was very much more into touching me than any other lover
I'd had; her hands ran up and down my back, my sides. She cupped
my balls, stroked my rod, touching everywhere and missing
nothing, while I did the same thing to her. Like so many of the
women I'd been with, she wanted to be on top; I was getting so I
really liked the position. If I was on top, it was difficult to
reach all of the places I wanted to reach; when the girl was on
top that wasn't so. Penny, in particular, loved having her clit
rubbed, and the two of us moved together for a long, beautiful
time before I came.
"Oh, how I needed that!" Penny murmured. "I like Joanna, Jenny.
Your dad is like wow!" She giggled. "I suppose I shouldn't
compare people." She looked at me, smiled. "You and Dave have
spoiled me."
I raised an eyebrow, and Penny went on. "I thought Roger was a
great lover, but even the first time with you, I knew he wasn't
even mediocre. Dave is a lot like you; he makes love to you,
focuses on your pleasure, letting his own come when we're both
ready for it. Roger was fuck, fuck, fuck; get off. 'Wow baby,
that was good! Really good!' Even if I hadn't gotten off at
all." She kissed me lightly. "You want me to come as much as
you want to."
I nodded, "I'm figuring it out. When I'm going down on someone,
that's what I pay attention to; I'm not counting minutes and
seconds until I can get off. My partner is who I want to make
happy. But when we're like this, both of us together..." I shook
my head. "God, that's good too!"
"But you aren't focused on getting off to the exclusion of the
everything else," Penny said. "It shows."
"Oh," I replied, "when someone's going down on me; trust me,
that's about all I think about. Actually, about not getting off
in the first few seconds."
She giggled, and that felt odd, wonderful on one particular
piece of my anatomy. "And you like to lay here, in me," Penny
said, wiggling atop me. "You have no idea how nice that feels,
warm, loved; knowing that you're still horny. Me too."
I glanced at the clock, four twenty-five. Penny saw my glance,
laughed. "Rules suck."
"Yeah, but if we didn't have a time out, this is what we'd all
be doing, all the time. We'd starve, flunk out of school." She
got up, and we dressed, kissing once again, before going out into
the family room.
A few minutes later, JR and Jenny appeared, both of them nude,
both with smiles. I laughed, but Penny shook her head. "I
couldn't begin to concentrate with you two like that. I'd have
one thing, and one thing only on my mind."
JR walked over to Penny, kissed her hard; I saw JR's hand start
towards Penny's pussy. I cleared my throat loudly, and saw the
movement stop.
"I was performing a service," JR said, looking at me,
unabashed.
"It shouldn't be a public service, and we really haven't been
hitting the books hard enough lately. I, for one, want to spend
some time with Mary and Shannon tonight, with something other
than a school book in my hand."
"We're all a bunch of sex fiends," JR said, shaking her head.
"I mean, me and you, me and Jenny, me and Penny, me and Dad, me
and Mom, me and Kim," JR sighed. "It's like I can never get
enough."
"But not now." I chided gently.
"Spoilsport!" JR said with feeling, but Jenny walked over and
hugged me briefly, keeping her lower body from mine. Then she
vanished, followed a second later by JR. Penny and I got out
books, settled down. JR and Jenny joined us a few minutes later
when they were dressed, and we put in some good study time.
By six, Mom was home, followed a few minutes later by Kim. Dad
got home just as dinner hit the oven; he motioned us all to sit
together in the family room.
"First, Tom, I've heard some more details about what happened
yesterday, with those boys."
"At school, I found out it was Dawn Driscoll that they hurt," I
reported. "The rest of the stuff I don't think everyone needs to
hear."
"Well, there was supposed to be an arraignment hearing this
afternoon. The newspapers got hold of it somehow, learned that
the city was requesting a very low bail, a few thousand dollars.
There was a furor about that. Two brutal rapes, one where they
told the girl they were going to finish and kill her -- well,
that small amount of a bail didn't go over well.
"It didn't go over with me, either. I talked to Bill Carstairs,
our attorney; he got right over there, filed an amicus brief on
behalf of Jennifer."
"What's that?" Jennifer asked.
"That's a legal motion, filed by a party interested in a court
case, but not directly involved. You, Jennifer, may in fact, be
involved. That was what the interview the other day was about;
to see if there might be additional charges to file against any
of them. In this case, your brother. You described some pretty
awful things. The police are going to investigate; if it comes
to trial, you're going to have to testify in court."
All of us looked distressed. "Bill Carstairs says the odds are
against it. Your brother would have to have a complete moron for
a defense attorney to not plea bargain this.
"At any rate, the arraignment and bail hearing have been
separated; a two minute court appearance, they all pled not
guilty."
"Not guilty!" JR erupted, "Not guilty! How can they plead not
guilty? The police caught them hurting Dawn!"
Dad shrugged. "It's all legal stuff. It's a tactic that
lawyers use, not to close out options. Bill Carstairs was quite
adamant about warning us, all of us, that sometimes the results
of the legal process defy rational explanation. Rodney King was
beaten by police, bystanders caught it on film. The police were
acquitted. A drunken man, zonked on drugs who was so scary to
twenty-some odd cops, all armed, that they beat him every time he
moved. O. J. got off; others have.
"So, while Bill doesn't think these guys are going to get off,
it's always a possibility. And, there is a chance that one or
more of them might get out on bail."
"They should call it the injustice system," Mom said, obviously
angry herself.
Dad nodded. "And, as unpleasant as those things are to think
about, please consider us here. Kim, Ellen, Mary and myself.
Frankly, if the police had a tape of who we've been with in the
last week, we'd be in jail as well, and the charges would be
similar."
There was a sudden silence. "As far as the powers that be are
concerned, there is little difference between Sam or I; Sam used
violence and I didn't; it was rape, though, in their eyes.
"It is going to be impossible to escape notice in this," he went
on. "In fact, I'm seriously considering taking all of us off to
California this weekend." He looked at me.
"What rumors have you heard in school? You, Joanna, Jennifer,
Penny?"
I sighed. "JR and Penny, well known lesbians; although they had
a brief fling with Roger, both of them found him to be
'inadequate.'" I hung air quotes around the word; no one
laughed. "By association, Jenny as well. The word on Shannon is
that she's a slut, putting out for anyone who asks. Boys,
anyway," I amended. I took a mental deep breath.
"I am reasonably certain that Tony has told others about me and
his cousin; they know about Shannon and I dating." I mentally
crossed my fingers. "I don't think Sue Ellen has told anyone
about her and JR; me and Mary or me and her."
There was a short silence, and then JR giggled. "You and Sue
Ellen?"
I nodded. "I kind of got a hint from Janey Sussman today, that
maybe she knows about Sue Ellen and me; but I don't think anybody
else knows."
I met Dad's eyes. "So far as I know, that's it. Nothing
intergenerational."
Dad nodded. "Anyone else have anything?"
JR nodded. "A couple of girls have made what they think are
hilariously funny remarks about Jennifer, Penny and me. Nothing
about anyone else."
There were murmurs of agreement from the others.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door; Mom went,
thinking it was Mary and her daughters; instead she was back in a
second. "TV reporters who want to talk to Tom."
"When's dinner?" Dad asked, and Mom grinned.
"Ten minutes."
"Cool." He looked at me. "Given everything, can you deal with
this?"
"Yes," I told him simply. I was going to tell them to take a
hike and not bother us.
"Ten minutes."
We went out; a woman with a handheld microphone like you see on
TV was there, along with a young man with a large video camera on
his shoulder.
"Tom Ferguson?" The reporter asked and I nodded. "I'm Melinda
Carter, KPHO. I was wondering if I could ask you a few
questions. Would you mind if we taped it?"
"I wasn't expecting company," I told her. "And we are about to
sit down to dinner. Just a couple of minutes." I met the
woman's eyes. Cute, if a little too much makeup. Down Tom!
She smiled at me, exuding what I thought was supposed to be
charm, but came across as oily unctuousness. In the space of
about ten seconds, mostly by body language, she'd brought about
the desired result; mine not hers. I was no longer even slightly
interested.
"Do you know Sam Reese?"
I shook my head. "I've seen him exactly once, at a dance. I
asked him to leave, he was bothering a friend," I told her.
"And the friend would be Jennifer Reese?" I nodded.
"Are you aware that there are allegations that he molested her?
As well as raping his own mother?"
"There are allegations that the earth is flat," I said quietly,
"There is a proper place for listening to those allegations and
for determining their truth. This isn't the place."
She pursed her lips; I noticed that the camera was now on me,
not her. "Do you know Roger Parker? Keith Driscoll?" She
asked, holding the microphone a bit closer to my mouth. I'd done
something she liked, what? The joke?
"Roger Parker was bothering a girl at school; I didn't know her
or him. I asked him to stop. Another time, he was with Sam and
Keith. Roger was bothering my sister and a couple of her
friends. I asked him to leave as well."
"Was there bad blood between you and any of the three?
Driscoll, Parker or Reese?"
"I didn't much like them," I told her, glancing at the camera.
"Did you ever get into a fight with them?"
I considered that for a moment. "Roger took a swing at me once.
Missed."
"And did you?" the reported asked. "Swing? Miss?"
"No swing. We were at school and I didn't want to get in
trouble. He was sent to the office, I wasn't."
"And at the dance? Were you a party to what happened to him?"
"Roger was a party to what happened to him." Obviously she knew
what happened, the question now was did she know who? Someone
was certainly going to tell what happened; they might be willing
to lie, but not to the police or standing if front of a news
camera. It was surprisingly intimidating. Not everyone was
going to toss off jokes. "Hitting on girlfriends of the varsity
football squad isn't very smart. Hitting on the cheerleaders
isn't much smarter."
"So it was football players who kidnapped him from the dance?"
I realized abruptly that I wasn't paying enough attention to the
local scene, being too intent on explaining history just so. She
might be the one asking questions, but the real audience was the
camera. I looked into it. "I didn't see Roger leave. I didn't
see Sam or Keith leave the dance. I did hear that Roger wasn't
in school, yesterday," I paused for effect. "Anything that might
have happened, was, at worst, a high school prank."
"A prank that might have set off a tragedy a few days later."
"I think Sam Reese, Keith Driscoll and Roger Parker are the
people you should ask about what set off a tragedy. Frankly, I
wish they'd never been born. The rest of us live our lives
without rape and murder; we meet people we grow to like, to care
for. We spend time together, we have fun, we live. Those
three... " I shook my head, "They don't have a life." I smiled.
"At least in my opinion."
Dad added, "Tom, dinnertime."
The woman smiled at me, and I smiled back. "Thank you, Tom
Ferguson."
I smiled back and stepped back into the house. Dinner was
rather a quieter meal than most, all of us lost in our own
thoughts. Afterwards, Mary, Shannon and Elizabeth came over and
we played Scrabble then Parcheesi; no one, it seemed, felt
sleepy.
Afterwards, we hugged each other and then we spent a while
talking about events, before the three of them left for the
evening. Mom and Dad came by to say good night, the kisses were
shorter, less passionate.
Jenny went to her room to get undressed, then turned off the
light, and came into bed, curling up next to me; for a change,
she was behind me, wrapping her arms around me. "You're not
angry with me, are you Tom?"
"Heaven's no!" I said, "It's just that there's so much to think
about."
"I know," she sighed. "Tom?"
I reached up and put my hand on hers, squeezed lightly. "What,
Jenny?"
"Do you want to do it with me?"
I wanted to say no. "Yes," I said instead. "But not unless you
want to. Really want to."
"I was thinking, today, that if you and I made love and I liked
it, it would mean that Sam didn't ruin my life; not any of it.
That I could be a normal person, doing what I want to do, not
something he made me do."
"You are a normal person, Jenny," I told her, squeezing her
fingers again.
She gently moved her fingers, slid them down my stomach, under
the waistband of my shorts and gripped my erection. She began to
fist me.
For a few seconds, I felt sad; Jenny did it well, probably
better than any other girl I'd met. And the reason? More
experience than anyone else. Unwanted experience. Go slow, Tom!
Let her do what she wants! Not that big of a deal, whether or
not you get off!
I remembered Mom's mouth on my cock this morning. Even as I
thought that, I felt a surge of passion and I shot off in Jenny's
hand.
Behind me, Jenny giggled. "Gosh, Tom! You must be really
horny, to shoot so quick!" She started pushing my jockey shorts
down, and I helped as best I could, then she surprised me by
wiping her sticky fingers on them, and then using them to clean
me too.
"Now," Jenny murmured, "do it to me."
I rolled over and looked at her, decided that she was talking
about finger fucking, so I slid my hand down to her pubes,
sliding along until I found her entrance; a moist entrance, I
couldn't help notice. I started working my finger in and out of
her, my thumb rubbing her clit. It didn't take much to get Jenny
into her 'Oh! Ah!' stage; I found my face just inches from her
breasts; in spite of my earlier vow not to push Jenny, I leaned a
bit closer, tongued one of her nipples. Her arm came up around
my head, pulling me more tightly to her, jamming my mouth against
her breast. I licked and sucked with abandon then, while
pistoning my finger into her pussy. She began to hump her hips
against the pressure between her legs. Jenny let out a low moan,
her hand dropping to press mine tightly into her.
"Tom, oh Tom!" Jenny murmured, "You are so wonderful!" She
moved then, pushing my hand away from her middle. She pushed me
so I was fully on my back, "Everyone says you like the girl on
top, best."
"Yes," I murmured. She sat up, swung one leg over me, and
started to press me into her, hard and fast. I reached out, held
her off me.
"No, not like that," I whispered. I moved her with my hand,
slowly lowering her down towards my blazing erection. When her
pussy was close enough, I started moving my erection through her
pussy lips, lightly stroking her with it, from near her butt hole
to her clit.
"Tom!" She hissed, "Rub my clit like that!" I concentrated on
it, then she put her fingers on my cock, rubbing it harder
against her clit; Jenny let out a series of short, sharp, 'Ohs!'
and then came again.
I put my own hand between us, moving my cock head so it barely
penetrated her pussy lips, then slowly penetrated her, moving a
fraction further in, then back until I was out, rubbing her clit.
For the next ten minutes, I slowly, ever so slowly, inserted my
cock into her pussy, a millimeter at a time, punctuated with clit
rubs.
The expression on Jenny's face was one of wonder, and when I was
buried completely, pressing deep inside of her she looked down at
me. "It's never been like this, Tom! Oh thank you! Thank you!"
She giggled, "You can't imagine how much nicer it is to be
loved, than fucked."
"I love you, Jenny. Now and always."
She leaned close, pushing me deeper as she did. Jenny reached
out and stroked my face. "You'll always be the first boy in my
heart, Tom! I promise!" I smiled, and she moved on me, and I
moved against her. It took a while, quite a while, before we
were going at it like jackhammers, hips pounding against each
other. But we did, and Jenny came twice, before I did.
For a long time, we lay together, me buried in her. Finally
Jenny lifted up, grinning. "I heard you like to stay in a girl."
She paused. "All night."
I grinned back. "You guys trade secrets, notes. Not fair, you
know all my secrets."
"I'll tell you a secret, I'll tell no one else." She moved
slightly against me. "Right now I can feel your sperm inside me,
it moves and tickles things." I wondered what it would feel
like, shook my head, a feminine mystery I'd never know. "Until a
week ago, I associated that feeling with evil and pain; I hated
it, I hated my life.
"Now, it's one of the nicest things I've felt in a long, long
time. Tom." She pushed her hips down against me, I pushed back.
She smiled again. "One of these days, Tom, we'll both be older.
And on one of those days in a few years, I want you to get me
pregnant. I want to have your baby. And I hope he's a boy, so
we can teach him the things you've taught me."
I felt a drip of a tear on my chest; I put my arms around her.
"Jenny, when that day comes, I promise to do my best."
She started giggling, "Thank you, Tom. For making me feel the
way I do, for making love to me... for everything." This time
when she started to move against me, there was no uncertainty for
either of us. I put my hands on her bottom, pulling her onto me;
it was as if I'd just entered her. I had a great deal of
difficulty not coming; I wasn't able to hold out for very long at
all. We reached happy completion in just about the shortest time
it had ever taken.
"I love making you happy," Jenny murmured, putting her head down
on my chest.
"I've never been happier," I told her, stroking her hair. There
was a soft sigh, and I felt her body relax. I stroked her hair
again, then fell asleep myself.
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