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Subject: {ASSM} And Then She Kissed Me, by Jeremy Spencer (MF, rom)
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A Kiss At The End Of The Rainbow
By Jeremy Spencer
Copyright 2004


Courtney O'Keefe. Just hearing her name is enough to get my heart 
singing. My lips turn up in a smile, and a warm feeling spreads through 
my entire body. It still doesn't quite make sense to me. Courtney, the 
girl of every man's dreams... on my arm. How could I be so lucky?

To this day, I'll never understand what she saw in me. I think maybe it 
was the fact that I didn't immediately start fawning over her, bending 
over backwards to her every whim, just on the off chance I might get a 
shot at her. I wasn't like that.

Not that I didn't want to be, mind you.

Courtney moved to Minnesota from somewhere out east, during the summer 
before our senior year of high school. She was immediately the "hot 
chick" of the school, and the object of every guy's attentions.

You have no idea how hard it was to sit back and watch all the other 
guys practically line up in a row, just for the opportunity to get shot 
down. I would have been right there along with them... I wanted to be, 
in fact. You would have found me in the very back of the row, but I 
would have been there, but I'm just too damn shy.

Every day, I'd see her in my physics class. I kept hoping to hear Mr. 
Humphries ask me if I wanted to partner up with Courtney.

"Dennis," he said in the imaginary conversation I played over and over 
in my head. "How would you and Miss O'Keefe like to partner up on our 
lab." In my fantasy we were discussing magnetism, and how polar 
opposites attract. It couldn't have been more perfect.

"Of course, if that's what she wants," I answered. Even in my own 
daydream I was practically unable to look her in the eye, just like 
reality. Courtney had a wild, Irish goddess look about her, as if she 
was some kind of Celtic warrior princess, and I was completely and 
utterly intimidated by her presence.

In my dream though, nervous as I may have been, I was finally able to 
turn and give her what I hoped was a gallant grin. My heart felt ready 
to burst, because in my fantasy Courtney never failed to return my 
smile before she turned back to Mr. Humphries.

"I'd like that very much," she always answered in her soft melodious voice.

But alas, daydreams and fantasies rarely come true for me. My walls 
aren't filled with scantily-clad women or sports stars, because I know 
I have no shot at dating a supermodel or playing in the big leagues.

What decorates my walls? Pictures of my parents, my sister, photos of 
the library of the college I've already been accepted to. Those sort of 
things. People who love me, who care for me, things already in my 
grasp. I can happily engage in my fantasy life, but would never dream 
to put it out in front of me as some sort of goal.

Put another way, it's fun to think about the pot of gold at the end of 
the rainbow, but completely silly to go looking for it. There's no use 
pining for something that can't exist, and that's how I felt about 
Courtney. She was there, but was certainly too good to be true, at 
least in my world.

*****

And yet...

"Dennis?" I had been biding my time in study hall, my homework 
finished, just staring out the window as the leaves turned red and 
orange and prepared to float to the ground, a constant reminder of the 
coming of winter. It was the fall of my senior year and I was ready to 
graduate. Only seven more months and I was out of here. I started at 
the sound of my name and turned to see who wanted me, and my mouth 
immediately dried, my throat suddenly raspy.

"Yes?" I managed to gasp. That one syllable was almost more than I 
could string together, as my entire field of vision was filled with the 
sight of Courtney O'Keefe, only this wasn't some far-fetched daydream. 
This was real.

"Dennis Miller?" she asked, smiling slightly as the realization hit 
her. Yes, that's my real name, and no I'm not nearly as funny as he is.

"Yes," I nodded, rolling my eyes as she laughed. I took the opportunity 
to glance around to see if anyone had noticed this... this goddess 
standing at my table. Talking to me... me!

"Mr. Armstrong gave me your name, said you might be able to help me?" I 
saw she was holding a slip of paper, and recognized it as a referral to 
one of the student tutors. I reached out and took it from her and 
quickly looked it over.

I was never so happy for computer glitches. It had been two semesters 
since I'd been an active tutor for Mr. Armstrong's calculus class, but 
I still occasionally received tutoring assignments like this. Normally 
I would apologize and send the student back to the office for a new 
tutor. I was no longer being paid by the school, so why bother, right? 
Not this time, there was no way I would turn this assignment back.

"Sure," I said as casually as I could, handing the paper back to her. 
"Glad to help."

"Great," she said, beaming a million-watt smile at me. I swear her 
teeth sparkled brighter than in the toothpaste commercials. She even 
had little dimples in her cheeks when she grinned, and my heart started 
beating faster.

"When... when would you like to start?" I asked, frantically making 
mental notes to cancel any and all plans I might have had. Nothing was 
more important than this. Nothing.

Courtney fidgeted in place, biting on her lower lip as she thought 
about when we could study.

"How about Thursday?" she finally suggested.

"Sounds fine," I said without thought. She smiled at me, although I'm 
not sure if it was because I sounded so eager or if she was simply glad 
I could help.

"Perfect," she said. "Oh... where do we meet?" she asked. My place or 
yours, I almost blurted out, but thankfully didn't.

"How about the library?" I asked, startled when she frowned.

"Oh, I don't have any study halls," she answered. "I just got a pass 
out of gym so I could come find you. We'll have to study before or 
after school."

"In that case, why don't we work at your place," I said, sounding much 
calmer than I felt. "Do you have somewhere quiet we can study?" I asked.

"My room?" she asked, and I shook my head. "Oh... Isn't that okay?"

"Too comfortable. Too many distractions. A kitchen table is often best 
for serious studying. It's not as fun," I said, my heart leaping in my 
chest as Courtney smiled at me, "but it's more effective."

"I guess that's cool then," she said. "We'll have the place to 
ourselves, since my mom works late on Thursday nights, so we won't be 
bothered."

"Great," I said. "It's a date." I blushed when I realized what I had 
said, but Courtney just smiled and stuck out her hand.

"It's a date," she agreed. My palms were sweaty, and I hurriedly wiped 
them on my pants before reaching out to seal the deal. Her hands were 
delicate and smooth, and I had a hard time letting go. I finally did 
though, and Courtney gave a little wave as she left the study hall.

I looked around, hoping someone had seen me talking to Courtney, but no 
one seemed to notice.

*****

Some kind of bizarre warping of time and space always seems to take 
effect when it's least wanted. Why is it, for instance, that when I'm 
racing to get to the bank before it closes, time speeds up and I get 
there a few minutes too late? How can the road get longer when I'm 
pulling up to a yellow light, forcing me to stop and sit through a red 
light, then get shorter when I'm trying to stop suddenly on a patch of 
black ice?

Why was it that time stood still between our first meeting and 
Thursday? It was only two days, but if I'd put my mind to it, I'm sure 
I could have written a novel, time seemed to move so slowly.

I found myself glancing at the clock so often that even my mother noticed.

"Everything okay Dennis?" she asked. I looked at the clock for the 
fiftieth time since I'd gotten home from school, and saw it was ten 
minutes after five o'clock.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm just... I have a tutoring assignment and I don't 
want to be late."

"Oh, well that's... wait a minute, I thought you stopped tutoring."

"Um... I still help some students. When I can... if I'm not busy. I 
like to help out."

"That's nice. Who are you tutoring?"

"Some girl. Courtney."

"Do I know her?"

I scanned my memory, trying to remember if my mom would have ever seen 
Courtney. If she had she'd certainly know who I was talking about. And 
probably why I was so nervous.

"I don't think so," I finally said. "She's new this year."

"Oh. Is she nice?"

I almost laughed. What an understatement! As if the most beautiful, 
most stunning, absolutely perfect example of the female species could 
be called... nice. What an insult!

"Yeah. I guess so. She's pretty nice," I heard myself answer. Way to 
play it cool, right?

"When do you have to be there?" my mom asked, and I found myself 
checking the clock for the fifty-first time in two hours, and groaned 
when I saw only two minutes had passed, which sadly was about the 
average.

"Seven o'clock," I mumbled, and went to my room to check myself in the 
mirror. Again.

*****

I knew I had no real reason to be nervous as I knocked on the O'Keefe's 
front door. This was just a study date to Courtney, and meant nothing 
more to her than that. From her point of view I was a tool to a better 
grade. Nothing more, nothing less.

Obviously I was blowing this way out of proportion, and I realized 
there was a better than average chance of me embarrassing myself simply 
because I was so nervous. I took a deep breath to calm myself, but 
ended up choking as the door opened right as I started to exhale.

I stood there coughing and sputtering on the front step as Courtney 
looked at me in amusement and concern.

"You okay?" she asked as I slowly got my breath back.

"Yeah," I gasped, taking a deep lung full of air. "Sorry... something 
went down the wrong pipe or something," I said lamely. "Do you want me 
to come in?"

She laughed.

"Did you bring a cell phone?" she asked. I was confused... was this a 
trick question?

"No... no cell phone. Why?"

"Then I think it would probably make it easier for us to study if you 
did come in," she laughed, stepping back and allowing me to enter. I 
wanted to crawl in a hole I was so red-faced, but a quick glance around 
her living room revealed no holes, so I had to be content to follow 
Courtney into the kitchen.

"Want some water?" she asked, but I shook my head. I was over my 
coughing spell, although I was still a little chagrined to have been 
hacking up a lung when she first opened the door. So much for a good 
first impression.

"I'm good."

"Let's start then," she said, sitting down. I stood for a moment, 
trying to memorize everything about her. Courtney had changed out of 
her school clothes and was wearing an old pair of grey sweatpants and a 
navy blue Michigan Wolverine t-shirt. Her dark brown hair was pulled 
back in a ponytail, and she was obviously ready to get started.

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, mentally chastising myself for 
ogling her in her own home. I had to keep this professional, or I'd 
make a fool out of myself, I knew. I grabbed a couple pencils out of my 
bag, before quickly sitting down in the chair opposite Courtney at the 
kitchen table.

"Well," I said, clearing my throat. I had brought some basic worksheets 
with me, in order to better get a grasp of where Courtney's troubles 
originated. "Why don't you look this over," I suggested, handing her 
the piece of paper. "Let me know what you can do and what confuses you, 
and we'll go from there."

Courtney grabbed a pencil and began going over the worksheet, 
occasionally using her calculator to help with a difficult problem. I 
had nothing to do while she worked, so I tried to watch out of the 
corner of my eye, not wanting to get caught staring at her.

I must have been more obvious than I thought, for suddenly Courtney 
looked up from her work and our eyes met for a moment, before I quickly 
looked away.

"Yes?" she asked. "Did you need anything?"

"Oh... um... just... if you have any questions, feel free to ask. This 
isn't a test," I said, hoping I didn't sound as lame to her ears as I 
did to my own.

"Okay," she said, returning to the problems.

I made a point to look everywhere but at her for the next few moments, 
but found my gaze returning time and again, drawn to Courtney like a 
fly to a flame. Every tiny movement she made, every flick of her hair, 
every time she brought the pencil to her mouth, every crease in her 
forehead as she frowned in concentration... each was just another 
reason I was in love.

Of course it wasn't love, not at that point. Just a serious 
infatuation, and I knew it. I was at the stage where every little thing 
Courtney did was endearing to me. There was nothing she could do at 
that point that wouldn't have made my heart flutter. For the moment it 
was enough to just be in the same room with her.

"Done," she said, and I whipped my head back in Courtney's direction 
from where I'd been staring at the kitchen clock. "I think I missed a 
few," she said. "But most of the questions were fine, I guess." She 
frowned, clearly disturbed by her previous lack of success.

"Okay, well, let me look it over and we'll go from there," I said. For 
the next few minutes I was busy correcting her work, although I would 
occasionally look up and find her looking at me. Just bored, I told 
myself, she's wishing I'd hurry up and finish looking over her paper, 
and I would hurriedly look back to the worksheet.

Finally I finished, and found what I thought was the underlying problem 
to her difficulties.

"Should you really be in calculus?" I asked. "It looks like.... well, 
it looks as if there's a whole lot of algebra and geometry that you 
don't understand."

Courtney sighed and bit her nail angrily before answering. "It's my 
mom," she said. "She thinks I need to take calculus in order to get 
into college. I told her it was useless, but she insisted."

"Did you understand your other math classes?" I asked.

"Some of it," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I've really tried 
this semester, but it seems like the more I study the more confused I 
get. Is it hopeless?" she asked, her eyes boring into mine, and I 
suddenly wondered if she hoped it was a lost cause.

"You're not getting out of it that easy," I chided. "We can work on 
this, and I think you can get it. It'll mean a lot of work, and it's 
going to be like cleaning a room and how it gets messy before it gets 
clean. You'll be more behind than you are now before you start to catch 
up, but you will catch up. Are you up to it?"

Courtney fidgeted in her seat for a minute, before nodding. She had a 
curious look in her eye as she watched me, and I wondered if I'd said 
something wrong, but quickly put it out of my mind as we went to work.

*****

Our study sessions continued for the next few weeks, right up until 
Christmas break. As it turned out, Courtney was more than willing to 
put in the work and it appeared she had both the mind and the energy to 
make it happen.

I was sitting in my bedroom one afternoon during Christmas break when 
my sister knocked on my door.

"Yeah?" I called out, and she opened the door a crack.

"Phone call," she said. "Some girl named Courtney. Who's Courtney? Is 
she your girlfriend?" she asked, grinning. I love little sisters, and 
Trisha is a great little sister, but she can be kind of a brat 
sometimes.

"She's not my girlfriend," I said. "I don't have a girlfriend, thanks 
so much for bringing it up. Now get out."

Trisha stuck her tongue out at me but left, shutting the door behind 
her. I took a couple deep breaths, wondering what reason Courtney could 
possibly have for calling me at home over Christmas break. I picked up 
the receiver carefully, trying not to let my nervousness show in my 
voice.

"Hello?" I said.

"Dennis?" she asked, sounding nervous herself, and I wondered what 
gauntlet my sister had put her through before announcing her call to me.

"Yeah. This is Courtney?"

"Yeah."

"What's up?"

"We did it!"

"Did what?" What was she talking about?

"Did you get your grades back yet? I got mine in the mail today, and I 
got a "B" in calculus! I was failing before and I got a "B!"

"Congratulations," I said. "You earned it, you know. You put in a lot of work."

"But I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you so much."

"No problem," I said.

"We need to celebrate," Courtney said, and I nearly choked.

"Celebrate?"

"Yep. We're going to paint the town red. Or something. Do you have 
plans over the rest of break?"

Did I have plans? Let's see... my family always visits relatives, and 
generally a couple cousins from out of town stay with us for a few 
days. My dad and I almost always spend some time up at the family cabin 
and usually some friends and I go ice fishing.

"No. No plans." I said. No plans that couldn't be cancelled, I should 
have said.

"Great! I'll give you a call sometime, okay?"

"Sure," I said, wondering how I could be so lucky. Two calls from 
Courtney O'Keefe... I was in heaven.

"Okay, thanks again Dennis. I gotta go. Bye!"

"Bye," I said, and sighed contentedly as I the connection went dead as 
Courtney hung up.

As it turned out, Courtney was true to her word and did call, and the 
two of us ended up going out to see a movie and have dinner. It would 
have been a perfect date, except in the back of my mind I knew Courtney 
was only doing this as a payment of sorts, for me helping her with her 
math. Still, I didn't mind, and was as courteous and gallant as I 
imagined all her boyfriends were, holding doors open for her, pushing 
her chair in to the table. I even brought her a single red rose.

"Thanks," she said, smiling as I presented it to her. "It's beautiful." 
Before I could say anything, Courtney leaned across the car seat and 
gave me a small kiss on the cheek.

"No problem," I stammered, my collar instantly too tight in the 
suddenly hot car. In reality the windows were frosted over and I could 
see my breath, but with all the blood in my body rushing to my face, it 
was no wonder I was warm. I'm sure I was blushing madly. It's not every 
day Courtney O'Keefe kisses me.

"You're cute when you're nervous," she said, smiling at me as she 
leaned against the door.

Thankfully no more was said on the subject, and the rest of the evening 
was a stunning success. Courtney, as I'd found out while tutoring her, 
was a fun, easygoing and altogether nice person. Unlike every other 
girl I'd had a crush on, I found myself, for the most part, able to 
behave like a normal human being around Courtney. Whether I was getting 
older or for some other reason, I felt perfectly comfortable around her.

All through the movie I couldn't help but be aware of Courtney, sitting 
beside me in the dark theater. I could smell her perfume over the odor 
of stale popcorn and sticky candy, and found it nearly intoxicating. 
Our fingers met once in the tub of popcorn. Courtney giggled as our 
fingers bumped together, slippery from the butter, and squeezed my hand.

My cock was instantly hard in my pants, and I was thankful for the 
cover the popcorn provided, although I was ever aware of just how close 
Courtney's hand was to my prick as she reached for another handful of 
popcorn. I held my breath, hoping my condition escaped her noticed, 
breathing an audible sigh of relief as she moved away.

"You okay?" she asked, concern and confusion in her eyes.

"I'm fine," I whispered back. "Just having a good time."

"Good," she said, smiling and leaning toward me. "Me too."

My heart was pounding in my chest as Courtney leaned against me. I 
fought the urge to put my hand around her shoulder, content to feel the 
soft curls of her hair against my cheek. I remember nothing of the 
movie, all my attentions were focused on the beautiful creature to my 
right.

"I had a wonderful time tonight," Courtney said as I dropped her off. I 
had offered to walk her to the door, a gentleman to the end.

"So did I," I answered quickly, pleased at her happy smile. "Well... 
I... you probably need to get inside," I fumbled, trying to find a 
graceful way to say goodnight. "It's pretty cold out here."

"I suppose," she said, sounding unconvinced. "I guess I'll see you 
after break, right?" she asked, and I wondered for a moment if that was 
a hopeful look in her eye, but passed it off as a trick of my 
imagination.

"You will," I answered, turning to leave. "Have a good night."

"Wait," she called after me, and I turned. To my surprise, she leaned 
against me and her lips brushed mine. I felt a jolt in my groin and my 
head started spinning as we held the kiss for a moment before she 
finally broke away. "Thanks again," she giggled softly and spun around 
to head inside.

I watched as Courtney turned once and waved good night before shutting 
the door behind her. She had kissed me! Me! I felt like I was walking 
on air as I returned to the car, mumbling to myself, my mind buzzing at 
what had just happened.

"No problem," I said. "No problem at all."

*****

I was sitting at the kitchen table a month later when the phone rang. 
Trisha ran to answer it and returned shortly with a smug smile on her 
face.

"It's for you," she said, rather more loudly than necessary. "It's your 
girlfriend!"

"Oh?" my mother asked, interested at the sound of that. "I didn't know 
you had a girlfriend, Dennis."

"Brat," I yelled as I hurried to the phone. "I don't have a girlfriend. 
Hello?" I said as I picked up the receiver.

"Hey, Dennis. It's Courtney, your non-girlfriend." I wanted to die, I 
couldn't believe she'd heard, but she laughed.

"Ugh. Sorry about that."

"It's okay. Hey, the reason I called is I wondered what you were doing 
this weekend."

"Nothing," I said without thinking. Again, I have no plans that can't 
be cancelled for Courtney.

"Cool. I saw the news about the Ice Palace on television last night and 
I want to go. Take me there? Be my date?" she asked. "I won't tell 
anyone. Wouldn't want word to get out that you took a girl somewhere," 
she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice as she said it.

"Uh... sure."

We talked for a little while and then hung up. I sat there in the 
hallway for a moment, stunned at my turn of good fortune. Whatever it 
was that Courtney saw in me that kept her coming back for more... I 
wasn't going to complain.

"Who was it?" my mom asked, popping out of the kitchen on her way to 
the living room.

"That? Courtney called, she wants me to take her to the Winter Carnival."

"Oh...really?" my mom asked cryptically, typical of her. I rolled my 
eyes as usual.

"Yes. Why?"

"Oh... nothing. Nothing."

Sighing, I went to my room and shut the door behind me.

Thankfully, the next few days went by in a rush, and before I knew it I 
was once again knocking on Courtney's door. I heard the sound of 
footsteps from inside and shortly the door opened, and I gasped.

Courtney was decked out in the tightest pair of white tights I'd ever 
seen. Every curve of her body, the swell of her hips and buttocks, 
nothing was left to my imagination. She had topped it with a pale blue 
ski jacket that looked two sizes too big for her. She turned to close 
the door and my cock was instantly hard in my pants as I realized the 
crack of her ass was clearly visible through her tights. If she was 
wearing panties I certainly couldn't tell.

Unfortunately Courtney caught my eye as she turned back around.

"What?" she asked, looking down at her clothing. "Something wrong?"

"Uh... no! Nothing's wrong. Aren't... aren't you going to be kind of 
cold?" I asked, stunned when she wrapped her arms around my right arm 
and pulled me tight.

"You'll just have to keep me warm, won't you?" she asked.

"Sure," I stammered, blushing deeper as she kissed my cheek.

I was right though, it was bitter cold this Saturday, and standing in 
line for three hours to get inside the Ice Palace didn't help matters. 
Tired of braving the icy cold winds and quarter of a million people who 
had invaded downtown St. Paul, we cut out of line and ran for one of 
the heated tents along the ice sculptures.

"Holy crap it's cold!" Courtney said as she rubbed her arms for warmth.

"Are you okay?" I asked as we stood in line for a cup of cocoa. "You 
look kind of blue!" She didn't look comfortable at all, and her teeth 
chattered as she shook her head.

"Cold," she said.

"You should have worn something a little heavier than those tights," I 
pointed out.

"They're supposed to be insulated," she protested as we looked for a 
seat. Because of the cold the heat tent was practically full, and I 
finally managed to find two empty chairs, but before we got there, 
someone grabbed one.

"Rats," I muttered, looking around for another empty spot, but Courtney 
took my hand and pulled me back.

"It's okay," she said, pushing me ahead of her. "You sit down, I'll sit 
on your lap."

I nodded and dropped to the chair, thankful to be sitting after so many 
hours of standing in line. Before I could ready myself, Courtney had 
plopped down on my lap, and I fought the urge to moan as I felt the 
soft cheeks of her ass come in contact with my lap.

We sat there a moment, drinking our cocoa, while I tried to think of 
anything to keep my mind of the beautiful girl in my lap. State 
capitals, multiplication tables, counting backwards from a hundred... 
and it might have worked if not for what happened next.

"Rub my legs?" she asked, turning her head to look back at me. "I'm 
really cold."

"Sure," I said and put my cup down on the table. I took my gloves off 
and started briskly rubbing the taut muscles in Courtney's legs, 
rubbing up and down, trying to get the blood circulating again. As I 
prodded and massaged, Courtney squirmed in my lap, and I felt the 
globes of her ass rubbing over my cock, which predictably sprang to 
attention.

I was mortified, but had nowhere to go, so continued on as if nothing 
was wrong, hoping she wouldn't notice.

But really, how could she not, as my cock poked up against her butt 
through what had to be the thinnest pair of tights in the universe? 
Suddenly she squirmed more forcefully against me, as she settled the 
crack of her ass right on top of my erection.

"Mmm," she moaned and I felt the muscles in her legs begin to loosen, 
finally warmed from my rubbing and the heat of the tent. "That feels 
really good," she said, and for a moment I wondered if she was talking 
about my hands or my dick.

Down boy, I thought to myself, but it was no use. I realized I was 
getting a bit warm myself, and could feel the heat of her pussy through 
my jeans. I was thankful she was facing away from me, for I'm sure my 
face was beet red with embarrassment. Fortunately we were back in a 
corner of the tent by the heat blower, and no one was paying us the 
least bit of attention.

Suddenly Courtney shivered, and pulled my hands off her legs, and I 
thought I was busted for sure.

"Your hands are cold," she said.

"Sorry. I'll get my gloves," I answered, thankful that this was the 
extend of her complaint.

"I've got a better idea," she said, unzipping her coat. Before I 
realized what was happening, Courtney had pulled my right hand inside 
her coat, and I found myself with a firm handful of a soft breast, 
trapped in place by her hands. I'm sorry to say I didn't... ahem... 
handle it very well.

"What?" I cried out, drawing some attention from other heat seekers in 
the tent. "What are you doing?" I whispered, lowering my voice.

"I'm warming up your hand," she answered, grinning at my discomfort, 
and I felt her hips grind against mine, forcing my cock more firmly 
against her warm pussy. "Do you mind?"

"No, but..."

"Good," she interrupted, turning to kiss me on the nose. She squeezed 
my hand, and I groaned as I felt the firm flesh of her tit under my 
fingers.

At last, Courtney seemed to have had enough, and released my hand. I 
pulled away as quickly as I could, still trying to be discreet about 
what was going on between us. I could still feel the heat of her nipple 
against my palm.

"Ready for the other one?" she asked, startling me.

"What?"

"Your other hand. Isn't it cold, too?"

"Courtney, I..."

"Is it or isn't it?"

"Yes, but..."

"No "but" Dennis, it needs to be warmed up. Give me your hand," she 
said, and I knew that for whatever reason she was enjoying teasing me, 
but on the whole I found it an immensely satisfying way to be teased, 
and I gladly surrendered my left hand to its punishment. It was quickly 
inside her coat, her other breast filling my hand.

Courtney moaned at the contact and I gave a tentative squeeze. If all 
else failed, I knew I would have months and months of jack-off material 
after this experience! To my surprise, Courtney pressed herself against 
me more tightly, and I could only sit there in stunned wonder as the 
two of us sat there together.

It seemed like the blink of an eye, but was more likely a few minutes, 
but however long we sat there was too short, in my mind.

"I think I'm warm enough," Courtney said abruptly, and I quickly 
removed my hand, trying not to look disappointed as she pulled herself 
up from my lap.

"Oh, was your hand still cold?" she teased, noticing my expression. 
Once again I blushed several shades of pink.

"I... I'm good," I answered, scarcely able to look her in the eye. 
Suddenly she sat down.

"Dennis, how embarrassed are you right now?" she asked.

"Me? A whole lot," I answered.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you so nervous around me?"

"I... I'm not. What do you mean?"

"You are, I can see it. We can sit and talk about math all day long, 
but as soon as things get a little personal, you freeze up."

"Truth?" I asked, realizing I had to tell her exactly what I thought 
was going on.

"Yes, truth!"

"You're so beautiful and funny and I enjoy being around you so much, 
but when you start teasing me and acting... like this, I get confused."

"Confused... why?"

"Because I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. For you to tell me 
it's all just been a game, and that you have a boyfriend back in 
Boston."

"Providence," she corrected me, grinning.

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"One's in Rhode Island, the other's in Massachusetts," she said.

"No, I mean what's the difference where your boyfriend lives?" I asked, glumly.

"I don't have a boyfriend," she said.

"Why not?" I asked, completely perplexed. "Don't tell me it's a case of 
the pretty girl never being asked out, because I see the way everybody 
fawns over you."

"It's not like that," she said. "It's just that the guy I like hasn't 
asked me out yet."

"Oh," I said, disappointed to find out there was a guy she liked. 
"Shall we go?"

"I suppose," she answered, a confused expression on her face.

We gathered our hats and gloves and headed back out into the cold to 
look at more ice sculptures. Nothing more was said on the topic, and we 
eventually headed to my car and began the drive to her place. I must 
have looked distracted, because Courtney suddenly nudged me in the ribs.

"What?" I said, a bit more sharply than I'd wanted.

"What's up with you?" she asked, staring at me intently.

"Nothing," I sighed. "It's just... I don't know."

"What?"

"I'm just like every other guy in the school," I said. "I've had a 
crush on you since you moved here."

"Nope," she said, smiling at my surprise. "You're not like every other 
guy. Every other guy has already asked me out, but spent the whole time 
looking at my tits instead of my face. I hate that!"

"So I should feel honored, then?"

"Why?"

"Sounds like I'm the only one who's actually felt them," I laughed, 
then suddenly sobered. "So there are just two of us then?"

"Two of you? What do you mean?"

"Just the two of us who haven't asked you out. Me and the guy you hope 
does, right?"

"Mmm," she hummed, by way of an answer.

"Is he a nice guy, at least?" I asked. If he was nice, at least it 
wouldn't be so bad.

"Very nice," she answered.

"Do I know him?"

"You know him very well."

"Who is he?" I asked, beginning to get annoyed at her mysterious answers.

"Uh uh," she said. "You have to guess."

"Fine, I'll guess. Give me a hint."

"You get lots of hints, because you seem kind of slow today," she 
teased. "He's your height, has brown hair and glasses, sings in the 
choir, is really good at math, and is going to be an Iowa Hawkeye next 
fall."

"He sounds just like me," I said. By this time we were at her house, 
and before I had a chance to say any more, Courtney had jumped out of 
the car and was heading to the front door.

"He sounds exactly like you, doesn't he?" she grinned as she turned to 
head inside. "Give me a call when you figure it out!" And with that, 
she was gone.

I sat in my car for a few minutes, going over our conversation in my 
head, trying to figure out who her mystery man could be.

He's my height, has glasses, sings in the choir, likes math and is 
going to Iowa to college. He sounds just like... and then it hit me. If 
it wasn't for the cold I would have figured it out earlier... she likes 
me! I'm the guy who hadn't asked her out. I looked out the car window, 
hoping to see Courtney still standing there, but she had gone inside, 
and I was too nervous to go knock on the door.

It was warm in the car, but I was still numb as I drove home.

*****

"Get off the phone," I pleaded to my sister, who gave me a dirty look 
and kept talking. "Please, get off the phone. I have to make a call," I 
begged.

"Just a minute," she hissed at me, putting her hand over the receiver.

"I'm sorry," I said as I clicked down on the cradle, cutting her off. 
"I have an important call to make."

"Jerk," she yelled as she stomped to her room.

"I'll just be a minute," I shouted after her, sighing as I heard her door slam.

As fast as I was able, I dialed Courtney's number, waiting impatiently 
for someone to pick up.

"Hello? Did you get cut off, or what?"

"Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"It's Dennis. Courtney?"

"Yes. What happened to your sister?"

My heart rose in my throat. Trisha had been talking to Courtney? And I 
hung up on her.

"Hi. Um... I hung up on her. I wanted to call you."

"I was talking with her, waiting for you to get back!"

"Yeah... sorry." There was a long pause while I tried to think of 
something halfway intelligent. So far I was coming up with nothing.

"So, why'd you want to call?" Courtney asked, and I sighed as once 
again I could hear the playfulness in her voice.

"Oh, you know. I was thinking about what you said, and..."

"Yes?" she said.

"Courtney O'Keefe, would you like to go out with me sometime?" Once 
more there was a long pause, this time from Courtney's end. "Courtney?"

"I'd love to," she said, and I burst into laughter. "What's so funny?" 
she asked.

"Nothing, I'm just happy. You do that to me, Courtney. You make me happy."

"You make me happy too, you just made me very happy. So... what are you 
doing tonight?" she asked.

"Nothing. Watching All-Star skills events on television."

"Hockey?" she asked.

The hockey All-Star game was in town this year. After almost a decade 
of there being no professional hockey in Minnesota, the self-proclaimed 
"state of hockey," the NHL had finally given us a team, and the Wild 
were hosting the big event this year, and the town was crazy.

"Yeah, hockey. What else?"

"You want to come over and watch?" she asked.

"I better not," I said and I heard her groan in disappointment. "I want 
to," I quickly added. "I really want to, but I think I'd be a 
slobbering idiot if I came over."

"Yeah, but you'd be my slobbering idiot," she whined.

"Still, I think I need some time to adjust."

"Adjust?"

"It isn't every day that the most beautiful girl in the world molests 
me in public and then tells me she's hot for me."

"Not every day?" she laughed. "How often does it happen to you?"

"Try never," I said. "Courtney... you aren't just pulling my leg are 
you. I'm sorry, but this just doesn't happen to me. I am not the most 
frequent dater in the world, you know."

"Good," she said. "More for me, and No... I'm not playing with you. 
Although... if you ask me, I just might."

"Might what?"

"Play with you. Don't think I didn't notice what I was sitting on this 
afternoon. You're packing some heat in those pants."

"Oh God... you noticed."

"Noticed? It warmed me right up," she laughed.

"I'm so glad we're having this discussion on the phone," I said.

"Why?"

"I'm sure I'm blushing like a madman."

"You're cute when you blush."

"Yeah yeah." Again I paused, not really having anything to say, but not 
wanting to hang up and end the conversation. "Say, do you want to come 
over on Sunday to watch the game?"

"I can't," she said, and I sighed. "But, you could watch it with me, if 
you want?"

"Over at your place?" I asked, realizing I would have to meet her parents.

"Sure. Why don't you come over around noon."

"Noon? The game doesn't start until two o'clock."

"Don't you want to hang out with me any more?" she pouted.

"Of course I do! I'll be over at noon."

"Good. See you then."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone, thinking about the momentous change of direction 
my life had seemingly just taken. If I hadn't just hallucinated the 
last few hours, I now had a girlfriend. Me! A real life, 
honest-to-goodness girlfriend. The thought was dizzying.

Suddenly remembering how I'd left Trisha hanging, I quickly knocked on 
her door.

"Go away," she said. "I'm still mad at you."

"Trish... I'm sorry! I'm off the phone now. I didn't know who you were 
talking to, and..." Suddenly the door opened, and there stood my 
sister, all smiles as she laughed at me.

"Gotcha," she said.

"Little creep," I said, realizing I'd been had. I laughed and headed 
off to my room.

"Dennis," my sister called after me.

"Yeah?" I stopped and turned around.

"She's nice."

"I know."

*****

Sunday found me again knocking on the door of Courtney's house. This 
time there was a big difference, in that I wasn't nervous and my 
excitement was all of the good kind.

"Hey," she said as she opened the door.

"Hey yourself," I answered, squeezing past her into the living room. I 
started looking for a place to put my coat, but Courtney stopped me.

"We're not watching the game here," she said.

"Oh? Where are we watching it?"

"From section 110, row C, seats 4 and 5," she answered, and burst out 
laughing at my stunned expression.

"We're... we're going to the game?" I asked. She nodded happily, and I 
quickly reached out and gave her as big a hug as I could manage. "How 
were you able to get tickets?" I asked.

"My cousin got them for me," she said, and left it at that.

Courtney lived only a few blocks north of the Xcel Energy Center, where 
the game was being played, so the two of us walked down to the arena, 
past the state capital and the Ice Palace. I took one more look at the 
enormous structure, made of huge blocks of ice. It was so pretty, 
especially at night with the blue and purple lights shining on it. It 
made me kind of sad, knowing it would be slowly melted to the ground in 
just a few short days, but my melancholy quickly evaporated as the two 
of us came up to a throng of people, all heading for the game.

"Your cousin is who, exactly?" I asked, wondering how simple it had 
been for her to get tickets.

"He's a big shot with the Bruins," she said.

"The Boston Bruins?"

"Yeah."

"Wow."

I've never met someone who was as big a hockey fan as Courtney seemed 
to be. As opposed to a lot of people I know, she was right with the 
action, yelling at any hint of an offsides, bemoaning the lack of solid 
back-checking in many of the games, and amused that I was amazed at her 
love of the game.

"It's in my blood," she said simply.

We watched the game, screaming along with twenty thousand other rabid 
hockey fans, impressed with the level of play we were seeing. Far from 
what was the norm at most exhibition-style games, the players we were 
seeing were actually playing a fair amount of defense, and the teams 
somehow managed to keep the score in single digits.

The big trophy, of course, was the loose puck Courtney managed to grab. 
A hard slap shot had ricocheted off the goalie's stick and spun into 
the crowd, shattering the plastic seat back beside us. Thankfully no 
one was hurt, and Courtney managed to snatch it before anyone else as 
is rolled around the floor.

After the game I walked Courtney back to her house, and we stood 
talking for a moment on her front porch.

"I had a great time today," I said. "I don't know how I can begin to 
pay you back for the tickets. They must have cost a fortune."

"Nah," she said, throwing her arms around my neck. "It was my pleasure. 
Besides, the tickets were free. You can just pay me back with a kiss, 
if you don't mind," she said, closing her eyes and puckering up.

I don't know what evil demon possessed me at that moment, but instead 
of kissing her, I stuck out my tongue and ran it up her face, from 
Courtney's chin to her forehead.

"Hey," she sputtered, her mouth open in shock. I laughed, but quickly 
covered her mouth, kissing her as she had hoped... as we both wanted.

Her protests quickly turned to moans of pleasure as we kissed. Her arms 
tightened around my neck and she pulled her body close to mine. My own 
hands dropped down her back, settling on her perfect ass. She moaned 
against me, her tongue darting out, touching and exploring the wet 
inside of my mouth as I squeezed and fondled her soft buttocks.

My cock grew hard in my pants, and I felt my breath coming in short 
gasps as Courtney ground her pussy against my bulge. Finally short of 
breath, she pulled away from me.

"Come in?" she asked, nearly pleading with me. "My parents aren't home."

Who was I to refuse?

We quickly ran inside, shedding our coats and shoes in the entryway. 
Pulling me by the hand into the living room, Courtney turned as we 
reached the couch, again pulling me in for a toe-curling kiss.

"I love the way you do that," she said, pressing her breasts against my 
chest. I reached a hand up, gently cupping her firm tit in my hand, 
squeezing the soft flesh. I flicked my thumb over her rapidly-hardening 
nipple, and she sighed into my mouth as we kissed.

My own legs were beginning to feel weak as I sat down on the couch. 
Courtney immediately followed, straddling my legs as she settled down 
on my lap. I could feel the heat from her pussy as she dragged her 
mound against my leg, pressing my cock against the inside of her thigh. 
My prick was at an almost painful angle inside my pants, and I reached 
down to adjust it, and the back of my hand brushed against Courtney's 
cunt.

She moaned at the contact and quickly looked down, humping herself 
against the back of my hand. When she saw what I was doing, Courtney 
immediately slid off my lap onto the floor, slapping my hand away from 
my crotch.

"Let me," she said, quickly reaching out to undo my belt. As her nimble 
fingers made quick work of my belt and the zipper of my jeans, I lifted 
my hips off the sofa, and she dragged my pants and underwear down to 
the ground. My cock waved in the air, the head already an angry red, 
the shaft fully erect.

"Ooh," she cooed as she grasped me with a cool hand. "I knew I liked 
him when I sat on him the other day." She began stroking me, a slow 
motion that quickly had my blood boiling with arousal.

Not wanting to leave her out, I reached down and tugged at the hem of 
her blouse, pulling it out of her slacks and quickly up and over her 
head. Her pert breasts, covered only with a pink satin bra, called out 
to me and soon my hands covered the firm cones, caressing and kneading 
them through the shiny fabric.

"Turn around," I begged her, wanting to feel her hot flesh in my hands. 
She turned and I awkwardly undid the clasp of her bra. She shrugged her 
shoulders and turned back to me, bare from the waist up. I sucked in a 
breath as I saw her tits for the first time. Pale white, covered with a 
light smattering of freckles, her tits were covered by light pink 
nipples, already hard with excitiement, and seemed almost to have an 
upward tilt to them.

As Courtney leaned into me, I again covered her breasts with my hands, 
and she groaned into my mouth as I toyed with the rubbery nipples, 
pulling and teasing the hard nubs. Slippery tongues again dueled 
against each other, our hands never still as we stroked each other to 
new heights of arousal.

Finally Courtney could wait no more, and pulled away, frantically 
pulling at her pants. As they dropped to the floor, I reached out and 
ran my fingers over the front of her pussy, already wet with her 
juices. Her furrow was hot and slick, even though the gusset of her 
panties, and Courtney gave a shiver as my finger contacted the erect 
bud of her clit.

My cock was quivering with my own arousal as Courtney settled back down 
on my lap. Her intentions obvious, she pulled aside her panties and 
prepared to impale herself on my cock, when reality hit me.

"Wait," I said, grabbing her hips to stop her motion. "Wait a minute," 
I said, shaking my head. "Courtney, are you sure?" It seemed ludicrous 
to even think it, but I wanted to make sure this was what she wanted. 
"Isn't this a little soon?" I asked.

Courtney shook her head emphatically, rocking her hips against me. "Not 
soon enough," she panted. "I've wanted this since Christmas."

"Christmas?" I asked, unable to believe it.

"I said you were kind of slow," she teased. "Now let me do this."

I let go, and watched as my cock slowly sunk into the steamy depths of 
her pussy. My one sexual experience prior to this had been with Anne 
Kramer, behind the bus stop our freshman year. That had been rushed, 
awkward and a series of fumbling maneuvers that left neither of us 
satisfied. As I felt Courtney slowly sink down on my shaft, I groaned, 
suddenly realizing what people were always raving about.

"Oh God," I moaned, as I felt the tip of my cock bump against the back 
of her cunt.

"Fuck," she hissed. "No one's ever filled me up like this." Courtney's 
face with flushed with her arousal, and as she sat in my lap, slowly 
sliding up and down my cock, I reached out and captured a nipple in my 
mouth. She sighed as I sucked on the tender flesh, then let out a 
squeal as I bit down lightly on it.

I could feel the muscles in her legs quivering as Courtney slid up and 
down my pole, and sooner than I would have liked I felt the cum start 
boiling up from my balls.

"I'm not going to last too much longer," I gasped. Courtney nodded and 
began pumping up and down more rapidly, trying to get every last ounce 
of pleasure before I shot my load.

"Do it," she panted. "Cum in my pussy. I want to feel your sperm shoot 
in me. It's okay," she said at my questioning look, realizing it was 
already too late for precautions. "I'm on the pill."

I nodded and let out a gasp as the first spurt of my cum erupted from 
my cock. My body went rigid as half a dozen more streams coated the 
inside of her pussy. My orgasm must have triggered her own, as Courtney 
was suddenly a squirming mass of flesh in my lap, as her cunt began to 
spasm around my prick. I felt a flood of juices rush over my cock, 
which twitched valiantly in response, but I soon went limp and slipped 
out of her tight sheath.

Courtney's energy was also spent, and as she relaxed against me I felt 
a stream of our juices escape her pink slit, coating my chest and 
groin. Too soon I felt the need to get up and use the bathroom, and the 
two of us dragged ourselves off the couch.

I discovered the joys of showering with another person that afternoon, 
and Courtney and I stayed in the shower, our hands sliding over 
slippery flesh, teasing more than washing, really, until we were 
certain every bit of the other person was clean enough.

Finally we were bathed and fully clothed again, and back sitting 
together on the couch.

"Any regrets?" Courtney asked me, the concern evident in her eyes.

"I guess just one," I said, trying to hold back a smile as Courtney's 
eyes went wide.

"What?" she said, her voice beginning to shake.

"I should have done this a long time ago," I said, leaning down and 
kissing her lightly on the neck.

"You big lug," she complained, throwing a light punch on my shoulder.

"How about you?" I asked. "Any regrets?"

"Just one," she said, laughing lightly. "I should have done this a long 
time ago."

Too soon it was time for me to leave, but I had a thought as I was 
heading out the door.

"You know... Senior Prom is coming up in a month. Should I ask you to 
go with me?"

"I don't know," she answered. "We've had pretty good luck with me 
asking you everywhere."

"So?"

"So what?"

"So, are you going to ask me out?" I asked.

"I guess so, if I must," she sighed dramatically, but tilted her head 
toward me, and I kissed her on the cheek.

*****

"That's Courtney?" my sister asked a month later as Courtney and I made 
the rounds, having prom pictures taken. I'd seen the dress beforehand 
and new she was going to be a big hit.

"Yep."

"So... is she your girlfriend?" Trisha asked, grinning as I sighed.

"That... is my girlfriend," I said.

I know Courtney's gotten a bit of flack for dating me, and I suppose in 
one sense it's understandable. The prettiest girl in school dating a 
confirmed geek, but she's taken it well. If anybody teases her, she 
makes a vague reference to my manliness and tells whoever it is that 
she's lucky to have me.

But you know what? I'm really the lucky one here. I've always been the 
kind of guy who never shoots for the stars, who never looks for the pot 
of gold at the end of the rainbow. But I lucked out...I'm the one who 
found the kiss at the end of the rainbow.

And you know what? It's better than any old pot of gold any day of the week.

The End

*****

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