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It's All About X and Y By Strickland83
Author: Strickland83
Title: It's All About X and Y

   Math class was never this much fun when I was in high school Keywords:
mf, first, cons Revision: 1.0 Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/strickland83/www

   This story is Copyright (c) 2005 by Strickland83.  All rights reserved.

   I was sitting in Algebra class listening to Mr.  Myers drone on about
some formula involving X and Y.  I wasn't paying that much attention.  For
some reason, math always came easy to me.  I had the current chapter
already figured out.  I was just waiting for the bell to ring.  Instead of
trying to look interested, I let my gaze wander.  I checked out the cute
girls in the class.  It wasn't the first time I had done this.  This time,
however, my eyes came to rest on Donna.

   Donna wasn't as stunning as the blonde who never talked to me.  She
wasn't one of the cheerleaders.  She was ...  well, Donna.  Kind of the
girl next door, only she didn't live next door.  I watched her.  She,
unlike most of the students, was really listening to Mr.  Myers.  It wasn't
with rapt attention.  She looked uncomfortable.  I suppose she looked
confused, in a helpless kind of way.  Ordinarily, I would be thinking
typical teenage boy things, like what Donna looked like undressed.  Today I
was drawn by that helpless look on Donna's face.

   Not that Donna wasn't as pretty as the girls I usually fantasized about
in class.  Hardly.  Donna was beautiful.  Dark hair, long slender legs,
great breasts.  I had often thought of Donna lying in bed at night, doing
what teenage boys do when they are thinking of teenage girls.  Especially
virgin teenage boys.

   Yes, I admit it (with a cringe).  I was a teenage virgin, but I'd never
say that.  For some reason, it had been decided by the ancients that boys
were supposed to be experienced when it came to sexual matters, whereas
girls were supposed to be virgins until they got married.  I wonder if
those ancients ever gave any thought to who those boys were supposed to get
all that experience with.  Either they never thought it through, or I
shudder to think any further.

   OK, so I was sitting in Mr.  Meyers's Algebra class, watching Donna
struggle with X and Y.  I felt sorry for her.  I thought that maybe I could
help.

   "Mr.  Watkins," Mr.  Meyers said in an exasperated tone.  I sat upright
in a startled daze.

   "Yes, sir?"

   "Mr.  Watkins, since you have enough time to gaze longingly at Miss
Articelli, I wonder if you could explain to the class how to solve a linear
equation in two variables by using convenient values?" Laughter filled the
room.  Everyone was enjoying a moment of relief at my expense.  Everyone,
that is, except Donna Articelli.  She was blushing mightily over the public
announcement that I had been admiring her.  I knew my dignity had just been
dashed to fragments.  The only way I was going to get out of this with any
measure of teenage respect (and maybe even without accumulating any
detention) was to try to impress Mr.  Meyers with my knowledge of linear
equations.  I cleared my throat and began to speak.

   "Stand, please." The command came from Mr.  Meyers, interrupting me.  At
my confused expression, he directed me out of my desk with a gesture of his
hand.  "Stand, Mr.  Watkins.  Here," he said, holding out a long piece of
chalk.  "Use the board.  You might as well try.  I'm getting nowhere."

   OK, here goes nothing, I thought.  Or, everything?

   There were giggles tittering through the class as I stood.  Everyone
thought I was about to make a fool of myself.  I was willing to agree with
them, but I had to at least try.  I walked to the front of the room,
beginning to sweat in my light blue oxford shirt and khaki pants, the
school uniform for boys.  Mr.  Meyers was waiting for me at the front of
the class, still holding out the piece of chalk.  The jerk was going to
make me try to teach the lesson.  The look on the jerk's face told me (and
everyone else) that he just knew I was going to fail miserably and he'd
send me back to my desk in humiliation.  By that point, I figured I had
nothing to lose.  Did I have anything to gain?

   I took the chalk, looking Mr.  Meyers directly in the eye.  I didn't
want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how nervous I was, so I faced
the class.  A few people were trying to play the part of attentive
students, but they were also trying unsuccessfully to suppress giggles and
smiles.  I said a quick silent prayer to Saint Nicholas, our school's
namesake, and tried to remember the chapter I had read over last night.

   "Class," I started.  A few more students lost the battle of trying to
suppress laughs.  "And, Miss Articelli," looking pointedly at Donna, who
only blushed harder and looked as if she wanted to nail me to a cross, "if
we wish to discover pairs of numbers which are solutions to the equation x
+ 2y = 6, we can search for the solution by substitution of convenient
values." I turned to the board and began to sketch out the solution,
ignoring the giggles behind me.  I explained as I graphed the function on
that chalk board that had the yellow graph painted on its surface.  When I
had finished describing the solution set, I turned back to the class.  "Are
there any questions, Miss Articelli?"

   The laughter I was expecting was absent.  My classmates were looking at
the board, then me, then Mr.  Meyers.  All except Donna.  She was looking
at me, shaking her head.  I think she had a ghost, just a tiny trace, of a
smile at the corners of her mouth.  I reluctantly looked away from Donna's
lovely brown eyes, to the face of Mr.  Meyers.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Watkins.  It seems you just might have gotten through
to Miss Articelli."

   I tried to make a facial expression that conveyed, "See.  It wasn't that
hard,"

   He scowled back at me.  "Don't bury yourself in the part," he said as he
motioned me back to my desk.

   As I was walking back, the bell rang.  There was a shuffle as people
started to get up.

   "Sit down," Mr Meyers ordered.  The rush for the door stopped.  "Be
prepared tomorrow for a quiz on two variable solution sets." I sat in my
desk.  He fixed his eyes on me.  There was no friendship in his look.  "I
trust if any of you have any questions about the material while you are
studying tonight, Mr.  Watkins is listed in the phone book." OK, I was
embarrassed again.  He got me.  "Class dismissed."

   A crowd stood and made for the door.  No one ever lingered in Mr. 
Meyers' Algebra class.  I was at the back of the throng.  As I passed the
front row of desks, I heard Donna say, "Todd?" I turned and saw she was
still at her desk.

   "Yes?" She was speaking to me, after my daydreaming had gotten her
embarrassed in front of the entire class.

   "You know this stuff, don't you?"

   "I guess so," I said.  I wasn't sure where this was leading, but I
didn't mind.  Donna was talking to me.

   "It looks like we have a quiz to study for." I nodded.  She put her head
down, her dark hair falling along the sides of her face.  Then she looked
up, right into my eyes.  I almost melted.  "Would you ...  like to study
with me this afternoon?  At my house?"

   Gulp.  I was being invited to Donna Articelli's house.  Whoa.

   "I understand if you have plans -"

   "No.  No, Donna.  I mean, that would be great.  I'd love to study with
you." We were heading out of the class now and walking down the hall.  "I
could meet you there at ..."

   "How about 3:30?" she suggested.  I nodded, my heart beating wildly. 
"Here's my address." She wrote it on a scrap of paper and handed it to me.
When I took it, I felt the soft warmth of her hand.  She smiled shyly again
when I touched her hand.

   We stood there, looking at each other for maybe two seconds.  Then Jimmy
Ertwiler bumped into my back as he was scurrying to class, pushing me into
Donna.  I instinctively reached out for her shoulders to catch myself and
almost knocked her down.  "Sorry," I managed.

   "That's alright.  I have to go to class.  3:30, OK?"

   With that, Donna was gone and I was left standing there in the main hall
of St.  Nicholas, watching her walk away.  Someone tapped me on the
shoulder as she went by.  "Get to class, lover boy." I shook my head and
heard a bell ring.  I took off in the other direction, walking in the door
as the final bell rang.

   "Take your seat, Mr.  Watkins," I heard Mrs.  Burns say as I walked in.
English class was a blur.  I wasn't thinking about Shakespeare.  I was
thinking about Donna Articelli.

   When class was over, I couldn't wait to get to my locker.  I took out
the books I'd need for the night and headed for my car.  I panicked when I
thought I'd left Donna's address in my locker, but then I remembered I had
put it in my shirt pocket.  I reached in my pocket and found it.  Relieved,
I got in my car and drove home.

   "Can't stay, Mom.  I'm going to meet someone to study for Algebra," I
said as I flew through the kitchen on the way to my bedroom.

   "What?  Nothing to eat?" my mother asked behind me.

   "Gotta run," I called back.  In my room, I put down all of my books
except for algebra.  Never had I imagined that math would get me a date. 
Being good at math was kind of geeky.  Maybe I'd have to reexamine that
idea, but not now.  I had to get over to Donna Articelli's house.

   The Articellis lived in one of the nicer neighborhoods.  Maybe not the
nicest, but nicer than where I lived.  I found it easy enough and pulled
into the circular drive in front of the front door.  I prepared myself to
meet her mother at the door as I got out of my car.  I stood in front of
the massive front door holding my algebra book and feeling nervous. 
Nervous and very small.  Donna answered the door.  When she opened it, I
almost gasped.  She was still wearing her white school shirt, but her plaid
skirt had been replaced with a pair of blue shorts.  Very short blue
shorts. The emphasis placed on her long lean legs was breathtaking.

   "Hi, Todd.  Come in," she invited.  I smiled and she started up the
stairs.  I started following her, and then paused.  When she realized I
wasn't following, she turned back.

   "I thought we'd study in my room," she said.

   "Are your parents OK with that?" I asked.

   "They don't mind.  Besides, they're not home." With that, she started up
the stairs again.  My mom would have a cow if I tried to bring Donna up to
my room to study.  I followed her to her room.

   It was a typical girl's room, I suppose.  She had a double bed, which is
where she plopped down.  Her books were already there so she must have
already started studying while waiting for me.  I noticed her discarded St.
Nicholas skirt on the floor.  I was going to do the honorable thing (rather
than what I really wanted to do) and sit on the floor next to her bed to
study when she patted the bedspread.  Studying, with Donna Articelli, on
her bed, when her parents weren't home.  Life had definitely taken a turn
for the better.

   I crawled next to her and took my place on my stomach (all the better to
conceal my hardening dick).  I opened my book to Chapter 5.  I couldn't
help noticing Donna's perfume.  I started thinking about what she must look
like, lying in this bed, barely clad in pajamas.  No, not pajamas.  A
teddy. Or a baby doll.

   "Todd?"

   Shit.  Caught.  Again.

   "Sorry, I was just..."

   "Were you thinking about me again," she asked, the tease evident in her
tone.

   I started to lie, but if there is one think they try to impress upon us
at St.  Nicholas, it is always better to tell the truth.  "Yes." I looked
at her when I said it, and smiled a little.

   She giggled.  "Math," she said firmly.  "Help me understand this stuff.
Later, we can do ...  something else."

   Something else?  Now that sounds promising.

   Anxious to earn my reward, I spent an hour explaining two variable
solution sets.  After the first few minutes, I really got into the math and
forgot about Donna's body.  Well, it was in the back of my mind.  OK, in
the front, side by side with Algebra.  I concentrated on the math, too.

   By 4:30, Donna took a deep breath and she explained the problem to me.
Seeing my satisfied smile, she asked, "I got it right?" I nodded.  "The
best part is that I understand why.  I've never really understood it
before."

   "Maybe you just didn't have the right teacher until now." I was smug, I
admit it.

   "Studying with you is a lot more fun than with Mr.  Meyers."

   "I would hope so."

   She closed her book and turned to me.  "Thank you, Todd.  Thank you a
lot.  I can't tell you how much this means to me."

   "Believe me when I say that it really was my pleasure," I told her.  I
really meant that.  I wasn't just horny.  I was enjoying being with her,
getting to know her.  Of course, doing that in her bedroom wasn't too bad,
either.

   "In class today," she asked, turned back to her book, "were you really,
you know..." She turned back to me, looking me in the eyes.  "Thinking
about me?"

   Now it was my turn to look down shyly.  I thought about my answer.  I
had gotten this far by telling the truth.  What did I have to lose now?  A
lot.  But I had a lot more to gain.

   I looked back to her, only inches from me, and quietly said, "Yes."

   She thought about my answer a moment or two, and smiled.  "What were you
thinking about?" she asked.

   "What do you think I was thinking about?" I was smiling outside, feeling
terrified on the inside that I had said too much.  I could always come back
with how I saw she needed help understanding.

   She didn't ask me about that, or even comment on it.  She just looked at
me.  She was smiling, but I could see something else.  She was thinking. 
She closed her eyes.  I decided it was time to seize the opportunity.  The
worse that could happen was that I'd get thrown out of Donna Articelli's
bedroom.  Wouldn't that be something to talk about?  I leaned forward and
pressed my lips to hers.  The softness of her lips, the smell of her
perfume, the feel of her breath on my face, it all combined to overwhelm
me.

   Then, she didn't push me away.  She didn't open her eyes in fright (I
was watching).  She moaned softly and put an arm around my neck.  My heart
was beating so loudly that I was sure she could hear it.  My dick, which
had calmed down a little, was hard again.  I couldn't believe I was making
out with Donna Articelli, in her bed no less.

   When what I thought was a decent amount of time had passed, I pulled
away from her lips, slowly.  She opened her eyes, smiling beautifully.

   "Mmm, that was nice," she said.  I could tell by the way she said it
that she meant it.

   I kissed her again, and then again.  The third time, I tentatively
opened my mouth and touched her lips with my tongue.  She responded by
opening her mouth and I felt the tip of her tongue on mine.  She put both
arms around my neck and rolled, pulling me with her until I was on top -
and she didn't stop kissing me.  I thought now about all the things that
ran through my mind when I had daydreamed about her in class.  I thought
about the firmness of her breasts.  I thought about how soft her skin was.
I thought about how she smelled, the sounds she made when we kissed.  And I
experienced all of those things as I thought about them.  I was lying on
top of Donna, in her bed.  My biggest concern was whether I was going to
cum in my pants.

   Donna stopped kissing me.  I raised my head up and looked at her as she
lay on her pillow now.  She looked so beautiful, her dark hair splayed at
the sides of her face.  She opened her mouth to say something.

   "Do you want to go swimming?" she asked.

   I thought about her question.  It sounded like a great idea, but ...

   "I didn't bring a bathing suit.  I didn't know you had a pool," I said,
disappointed.

   Donna, lying beneath me, just smiled.  "We'll find something for you in
the pool house.  Let's go."

   That sounded like a good idea.  Seeing Donna in a bathing suit sounded
like a wonderful idea.  Would it be a sleek one piece?  Bikini?  The
possibilities were, well, going to make it difficult for me to fit in a
bathing suit.

   We got up and she took me by the hand.  I reveled (for the second time
that day) in her touch.  She led me downstairs and to the back of the
house. The back of her house was mostly glass windows, floor to ceiling. 
The whole idea was to give a view of the pool.  My whole idea was to get a
view of Donna.  We went outside and walked around to the small building on
the far side of the pool.  Inside, there was a party room and what must be
two bathrooms.  Donna opened a cabinet and took out two towels, handing one
to me.

   "Here you go," she said, grinning broadly.

   I didn't understand.  All she had handed me was a towel.  And all she
was holding was a towel.  And she was grinning.  It certainly couldn't be
what I was really thinking.  Donna just kept grinning.  Then, ...  she
started unbuttoning her white shirt.

   "You don't mind skinny dipping, do you?"

   I almost choked.  She was serious.  This was the stuff of wet dreams. 
Good wet dreams.  I watched her fingers undo one, then two buttons.  Her
cleavage was coming into view.  I could see the edge of a bra.

   "Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" she asked.  That shook me
out of the haze enveloping me.

   "Yes, sorry.  I was, uh, enjoying the view."

   "Thanks," she said, biting her lower lip and lowering her head.  She
looked so cute doing that.  She would look cute doing anything while
removing her clothes for me, but she looked really cute when she gave me
that look.

   I undid the bottom button on my polo shirt and pulled it over my head. I
tossed it aside and it landed in a heap on the brick floor, the St. 
Nicholas logo on top.  Her shirt was fully unbuttoned now.  I could see
skin and bra from her chin to her waist.  She pulled the shirt fully open
and off.  I gasped.  She smiled, pleased and maybe slightly embarrassed by
the compliment I had paid her.  Her shirt joined mine.

   "Would you like to take off my bra?" she asked.

   Only if I can stop my fingers from trembling so much.

   I realized my breathing was getting ragged.  I was excited and nervous.
I put my arms around Donna's waist and reached up to her bra strap.  I was
trying to appear suave, like I knew exactly what I was doing.  The truth
was that I had never gotten this far with a girl before.  I slid my arms up
her back and found the satin strap of her bra.  While looking into her
eyes, I tried to picture what my fingers were feeling.  I knew how the
thing was supposed to work.  I had heard about it.  I grabbed the ends of
the straps and pushed then to the center, but they just bunched up.  I was
afraid the look of frustration was starting to show on my face.

   A smile was appearing, starting at the corners of Donna's eyes and
slowly spreading to her mouth.  I knew she knew.  To her credit, she didn't
ask me if this was my first time.  She was so sweet about it.

   "Let me help," she offered, as she deftly reached behind her back and
released the catch.  She let my fingers catch the straps so I could still
undress her.  I smiled back at her as the bra started to fall away.  I
wanted to keep her eyes captured with mine, but I couldn't resist.  As the
cups of her bra fell away, I looked down at her tits.  I wanted to see them
so badly.

   I made the right choice.  Her tits were magnificent.  They were large,
but not overly so.  Each nipple was a delight to behold.  I guess the
nipples were erect.  I hadn't seen any others to compare.  I knew girls'
nipples got erect when it got cold, but I also knew they also got that way
when girls got horny.  I hoped it was the second reason.  I was standing
there, looking at her chest, when Donna pushed the bra the rest of the way
off her arms.  Next, she took my hands in hers and cupped her breasts. 
They felt so warm, so soft, even though the nipples were like little hard
pebbles.  Even if I got no farther than this with her, I could be happy
with touching her here.  This experience would fuel my fantasies for years.
And that was only the beginning.

   I played with her tits, touching them, hefting them, pinching lightly on
the nipples, for a few minutes while she waited patiently.  When I finally
looked up to her face, she was still smiling sweetly.

   "Do you like them?" she asked.

   "Oh, yeah.  They're ...  they're wonderful.  Beautiful.  Perfect."

   "Thanks," she answered, sounding slightly embarrassed.  "I'm glad you
like them so much." Then she hugged me, crushing her breasts between our
bare chests.  She was so soft, yet firm.  I loved the feeling.  I put my
arms around her back, feeling only bare skin.  As I ran my hands over her
back, she moaned softly, just barely a whisper.  "This feels nice," she
said in a soft, drawn out manner.

   "Yes, so nice ..." I repeated.

   We did that for a few more minutes.  When she pushed me away, I was
worried I had done something wrong.  I hadn't, because her fingers went to
the waist of her shorts.  She unbuttoned them but stopped and looked
pointedly at me before opening them to reveal her panties.  I caught on and
grinned as I undid my pants.  She wanted us to undress together, rather
than me just leering at her as she stripped for me.  I struggled with my
belt, my fingers unable to focus as I watched Donna's panties appear.  I
managed to catch up to her and we stepped out of our pants more or less
together.  Now we were standing facing each other in the pool house.  I was
wearing my briefs, which showed a large bulge.  She was wearing her skimpy
panties, which revealed the bulge of her lips.  She reached for me,
caressing my hard dick through my underwear - and that is all it took.

   I gave a helpless cry.  In frustration, I knew there was nothing I could
do to stop the inevitable.  I had reached that point many times before, but
always by my own hand.  Donna looked confused a moment, then maybe
disappointed, but she tried to cover it with a smile.  Regardless, I knew
she knew what was happening.  In case she had missed the clues, she surely
could see my sperm starting to soak through my underwear as I shot off in
my pants.  I was getting naked with Donna Articelli, and I came before we
even finished getting undressed.  I felt like shit.

   Donna, sweet Donna, did the last thing I thought she would do.  Still
gripping my spasming manhood with her right hand, she kept on gently
massaging me as I throbbed in her hand.  She put her left hand around my
neck and pulled my face down to hers.  As I finished cumming in my pants,
she French-kissed me.  It was wonderful but I didn't dare ask, "Was it good
for you?" when I had finished.  I wanted to apologize but she shushed me.

   "Don't be ashamed.  That was so hot.  I'm honored, really." She saw the
incredulous look on my face and continued.  "Seeing my body was enough to
make you cum before I even finished undressing.  Thank you." She did it so
sweetly.  All I could do was smile, standing there feeling her fondle my
sperm soaked underwear.  "Don't worry.  You'll get hard again." That had
promise.  "Now, I'll just finish undressing you and then you can take off
my panties."

   With that, she knelt in front of me and took off my last piece of
clothes.  I stood there, feeling my dick and balls getting cold from being
all wet.  She fixed that.  She gently touched my dick with her fingers, the
touch one of warm satin.  She lifted my softening dick and, leaning
forward, touched the tip to her lips.  I almost fell down when I saw her
tongue protrude from her lips.  She was tasting the sperm on my dick.  As
she promised, I stopped softening and was already starting to get hard
again, though slower this time.  I watched as she licked me clean, the
feeling of her mouth on me enough to make my knees weak.  When she
finished, she stood and took a step back.  "Now, it's your turn," she said
with a wicked smile.

   I knelt before the Italian goddess now.  I was face to face with her
panties.  I thought a moment about the situation.  I was kneeling, totally
naked, in front of Donna Articelli - and all she was wearing were her
panties.  I looked up to smile at her and the lovely view of her tits
confirmed that.  I looked at her panties now.  I could just barely see her
slit running along the center of the bulge of her lips.  There was wetness
soaking the thin material.  Apparently, I was making her wet her pants,
too. My dick grew a little more.  I could see a tiny wisp of black hairs
peeking out of each side of the leg openings.  I could also smell her
arousal.  It was the sexiest thing I had ever smelled.  I reached out and
touched her pussy, running my fingers along the satin, along her slit.  The
sound she made told me she liked that.  I rubbed a little harder.

   I could have touched her through her panties all day, but I wanted to
see her pussy.  I grabbed the waistband and pulled down, my eyes glued to
the spectacle being revealed before me.  Black curly hairs appeared at the
top of the waistband, a delight to behold.  As I drew her panties lower,
more hair appeared.  The top of her slit was revealed.  I had looked at
countless pictures but none were as impressive as seeing the real thing in
the flesh.  As my view moved lower, it was apparent some of the hair around
her slit was damp.  She was wet - for me!  I could not only smell her
wetness, I could see tiny droplets clinging to her hair.  At the bottom of
her pussy, there was a collection of thick liquid attached to the hair.  My
dick was so hard that I could feel it throbbing.

   "Mm-hmmm," Donna said as she cleared her throat.

   Not wanting to take my eyes off the first real pussy I had ever seen, I
only answered, "Yes?"

   She giggled.  "Aren't you going to take off my panties?"

   "Oh, yeah," I said, my eyes still on the wet hair and flesh right in
front of me.  I pulled her panties the rest of the way off and felt her
feet stepping out of them.  Donna reached down and pulled on my arms.  I
relented, standing in front of her.  She pulled me to her and I felt my
erection pressed against her stomach.

   "I think you really liked what you were looking at," Donna announced.

   "I did," I said, meaning each word.

   "I don't know what you see in it.  I found your dick a lot more
interesting."

   "I'm really glad you feel that way," I said with a smile.

   Donna kissed me.  The feeling of our naked bodies embracing was the most
wonderful thing I had ever felt.  At least to that point in my life.

   "Let's go swimming," she announced when our lips parted.  She moved
towards the pool.  She reached back for my hand but missed.  When she
closed her hand, it was around my dick instead.  She laughed.  "That
works," she said, as she pulled me along.  I followed.

   At the pool, she released my manhood and dove in.  I stood there,
watching her pussy framed by her ass cheeks as she arced through the air.
Once her body pierced the water, there was nothing to watch anymore, so I
dove in after her.  The water was a cool shock after the warmth of her
touch.  It felt strange to be swimming nude.  A good strange.  I felt
myself slipping through the water, but my hard cock met the water with
resistance.  It wasn't very easy to swim sticking out like that.  Donna, of
course, had no such problems.

   I opened my eyes under the water and spotted the blurry outline of
Donna's legs.  I surfaced directly in front of her, embracing her tightly
after I was on my feet.  I had thought hugging her naked in the pool house
was nice.  Doing it in the pool was a different experience entirely.  The
water made her delightful body slippery, and the cool water was a stark
contrast to the warmth of her skin.  I slid my hands over her backside as I
kissed her.  She made a pleasant sound before leaving my lips to slide her
body up and down mine.  That felt so nice!

   We played in the water a long time but didn't do a lot of swimming.  Our
hands freely roamed over each other as we kissed.  In time, we moved to the
steps.  I sat on a lower step and Donna sat in my lap.  She was facing me
with her legs wrapped around my back and her arms around my neck.  I did
likewise with my arms around her.  We just looked into each other's eyes
for a minute, smiling.

   "Hot tub," Donna said, as if the thought had just occurred to her.  She
got up and pulled me along (by the hand this time).  The hot tub was off
but the water was still warm.  We settled into the still water.  I asked
Donna if she was going to turn on the jets.

   "Nah, I like it this way.  I can see your dick better."

   I could see her point.  She moved back into my arms and we talked.  We
talked about lot of things, nothing really important.  Looking back, I'd
say it was funny to be sitting naked in a hot tub with Donna talking about
friends, school, music, whatever came up.  At the time, it felt right. 
More than right.  It was perfect.  We were just enjoying being close - and
she was a person I could really enjoy being close to.

   Donna was rubbing her hands over me more intently, working up to
something.  She suggested we get out of the hot tub so I followed her to a
lounge chair.  She lay down, letting her legs fall off each side of the
chair.  Taking what I thought was an obvious hint, I straddled the chair
and guided my dick to her slit.  She was looking at me and smiling so she
didn't realize what I was doing until my dick touched her lips.  Her
expression changed suddenly.  She looked concerned, and her right hand
moved down to cover her pussy, sliding between it and my dick.

   "No, not here," she said.

   I was crestfallen.  I thought this is what she wanted.  It was what I
wanted, but I wasn't going to force her.  I was disappointed and
embarrassed that I had made the wrong assumption.  Worse, I had tried to
make love to her when she didn't want to.  She read my emotions on my face.
She reached out to touch my arm with her other hand, caress my arm really.

   "It's OK, but not out here." Seeing the confusion on my face, she added,
"I keep the condoms in my bedroom." She smiled.  I understood and smiled
back.  I smiled really big.  I stood and helped her up.  She hooked her arm
in mine and we started walking to the house.  She stopped suddenly and
laughed when we could see ourselves reflected in the glass door.

   "Maybe we should bring our clothes to the bedroom, in case we need them
in a hurry." I nodded and turned us around.  "It would be really
embarrassing if my parents came home early and caught us in my bedroom,
especially if all your clothes were still out here."

   We retrieved our clothes from the floor of the pool house.  Then we
proceeded naked up to her bedroom.  She shut the door behind us and told me
to get the condoms out of the nightstand drawer.  Not a condom, the
condoms. While I was opening the drawer, she was pulling down the
bedspread.

   Inside the drawer, I found the box of condoms.  I also saw, among the
usual things a teenage girl might have at her bedside, a vibrator.  I had
never seen one before.  Not in real life anyway, just in pictures.  When
Donna realized why I was taking so long to get the condoms, she spoke up.

   "You found it, didn't you?" I nodded as I turned around.  "Well, a girl
gets lonely sometimes.  What can I say?  I like to masturbate." I felt
myself blushing.  "Don't get all embarrassed.  You do it, too.  Everybody
does."

   "Yes, but I don't use a machine," I countered.

   "It's not a machine.  It's a ...  toy.  Now come here and give me the
real thing so I won't have to pretend after you leave."

   I certainly couldn't refuse a request like that.  I joined her on the
bed, still holding the condom box.

   "Let me put it on," she offered.  I was relieved because I wasn't
totally sure what to do.  She took a packet out of the box and tore it
open, removing the rubber ring.  Taking my dick in her hand (her touch was
heavenly), she rolled it down over me, covering me to the base with a
little slack at the tip.  "Now you're ready," she announced, as she lay
back and spread her legs.

   I just looked at her for a moment.  She was lovely.  I had been looking
at her body for a few hours now, but this was different.  Now she was naked
in her bed.  She was ready to fuck.  Her legs were spread and there was no
doubt as to what I was supposed to do about that.  I moved into position
between her legs, my erection leading the way.  It seemed to know exactly
what to do.  Her lips were wet; I could see the glistening of her juices on
the dark hair at the edges.  Her clit was just barely protruding near the
top.  I grasped the shaft with my right hand and pointed it down, leaning
forward at the same time to make contact.

   The moment of contact, even through the condom, was a shock.  She was so
wet, so warm.  I couldn't believe how much heat was transmitted through the
latex.  The tip of my dick was pressed into her lips.  I guided the tip up
to the top of her lips and she gasped when my dick brushed her clit. 
Curious, I used the fingers of my other hand to part her lips so I could
better see what I was doing.  I started slowly moving my dick down her
slit, causing her to moan appreciatively.  She seemed to be getting more
excited the further down I went.  When I reached the bottom of her lips, I
felt the great void.  There was a place my dick could fit, and my dick
wanted to go there very badly.

   It felt like this was the place my dick had always sought.  My whole
being was focused on pressing into that opening.  I pushed forward and
entered her channel.  The feeling when the head of my dick felt the wetness
of her lips was just a precursor.  The feeling of her pussy completely
surrounding my dick was unbelievable.  She was hot, she was wet, she was
tight - all at once.  I was held firmly but in a way that I was free to
move.  I had pressed as far as it seemed I could go.  I pulled back,
sliding slowly out of her until only the head was still captured by her
pussy.  I was fascinated to see her wetness clinging to the condom covering
my cock.

   I pushed forward again, indulging in her warm slipperiness.  I seemed to
reach a little farther this time.  I guess she was slowly stretching open
to accommodate me.  As I began a third assault into her depths, I leaned
forward and put my hands down next to her shoulders.  This was the first
time I had taken my eyes off the point where our bodies were joined.

   Donna's eyes were closed.  They weren't closed tightly, maybe softly
would be a better word.  It was apparent she was concentrating on
something, something very pleasant.  She was smiling and breathing a little
heavier than she had before.  Her nipples were very erect.  Every time I
pushed in, she made a pleasant little grunt, followed by a little sigh.  It
sounded like she was trying to say, "Mmmmmm".  When my dick finally got
fully inside her, the sigh ended with a higher note.  My balls were nested
against the crack of her ass, my pubic hair firmly pressed against hers.  I
lowered myself fully onto her and kissed her.

   She never opened her eyes, but accepted my tongue as her breasts were
squashed flat by my chest.  I felt her legs wrap around mine.  They held me
against her.  Silly girl.  I wasn't going anywhere.  I felt her arms going
around my back, then one went up the back of my head.  She was moaning
again as we kissed.  All this time, my dick was buried deeply inside her
body, savoring her most special place.

   I felt her hips moving and realized she wanted more.  That's OK.  I did,
too.  I started thrusting in and out.  She joined me in the primal rhythm.
Since time began, men and women had been joining in this way.  Now I was a
part of that ancient club as well.  As much as I wanted it to be slow,
sweet and romantic, my instincts had other things in mind.  When I
increased speed, she moaned louder in surprise, but matched my speed.  The
faster I went, the faster she urged me on with her motions.  Her legs and
arms were getting into it now as well.  Our bodies were moving in all kinds
of ways, accompanying the primary motion of my dick in her pussy.

   When I pushed in, she gave a light cry, muffled by the kiss.  When I
pulled out, we both made an involuntary groan.  In and out we moved, giving
each other pleasure.  I knew what to expect when I came, but I didn't know
what to expect from Donna.  I knew from what I had read that I should try
to last as long as I could so she could cum.  Before long, I knew that even
with the condom insulating me from the friction against her body, I
couldn't last much longer.  I didn't want to stop anything we were doing,
but I wanted to warn her that I was at the bursting point.  I kept my lips
pressed to hers, kissing her, as I tried speaking.

   "I'm going to shoot off," I tried to say against her lips.  Whether she
understood me, or figured out what I said from the context, she seemed to
be urging me along faster.  She suddenly broke off the kiss.  She pressed
her head back hard against the pillow and cried out.  I felt her arching
her back against the mattress as her stomach pressed harder against me. 
Her legs and arms gripped me tighter.  I could feel her fingernails digging
into my back.  Then, her pussy suddenly gripped my dick tighter, spasming.

   That's all it took.  I instinctively pushed as deep into her as I could
and held myself there.  The dam burst and I spurted forth into the condom,
that thin piece of latex the only thing keeping me from impregnating the
lovely girl in my arms.  I managed to look at her face through eyelids that
wanted to squeeze shut.  The pleasure was just short of pain.

   Donna was beautiful.  Her face was awash with pleasure, pleasure so
intense that I wasn't sure I was not hurting her.  My cock throbbed happily
inside her, emptying itself and spewing forth into her body.  This was so
much better than any hand had ever felt.  As the very peak passed, I again
became aware of other things.  I was still looking into her face as I
finished spurting.  I was putting my sperm into her body.  That thought
only intensified the warm happy feeling I was experiencing.  Her breasts
were squashed flat against me, the nipples like hard pebbles trying to dig
into my skin.  Her legs were relaxing now, and her fingernails were no
longer burrowing into my back.  Her body relaxed almost as suddenly as it
had tensed up and she opened her eyes.

   "Oh, yeah," she said, drawing out the last word really long.  I just
kept trying to catch my breath.  "You have got to do that to me again," she
said.  I was more than willing to comply.  Well, most of me.  I became
aware of how soft my dick had become.  Something in the back of my mind was
nagging me.  Something I had learned in sex education class.  Something
about after ...

   Oh, yes!  I had to pull the condom out of her before I got soft.  Very
reluctantly, I moved off her and my hands grabbed the condom, which I no
longer filled.  I could feel her hair awash in her wetness.  I held onto
the latex ring as I pulled my dick out of her.  I could feel the suction
and the wetness of my cum.  When I was free of her body, accompanied by a
moan of disapproval from her, I lowered the condom from my dick.  It held a
respectable amount of semen in the end.  While the remains of my orgasm
filled the inside, the outside was positively coated in her wetness.  My
dick, on the other hand, looked like an exhausted soldier, drooping limply
and hanging wetly from my body.

   "I want to see it," Donna said.  I looked up to see her watching the
spent condom in my hand.  She reached and I let her take it from me.  She
held it up over her face, examining the contents through the almost
transparent material.  She used her other hand to squeeze the end and she
giggled as she felt the still warm liquid squishing around.

   I was sitting back on my haunches now, in front of her pussy.  I watched
her nude form as she played with my cum.  I smiled as I watched her.  She
looked so cute, like a little girl with a new toy.  She tied off the top of
the condom like you would a balloon and dropped it on the bed.  Patting the
other side, she motioned for me to cuddle with her.

   Cuddling after sex has to be the best thing in the world.  We savored
each other's warmth.  When her pussy moved against my leg, I could feel how
wet she still was.  It was delightful, more so because I knew I had made
her that way.  We enjoyed that togetherness for a long time.

   In time, I got hard again.  She could feel it pressing against her leg
and she smiled broadly.  "Again?" she asked hopefully and I nodded.  She
rolled away from me to retrieve another condom.  She again expertly rolled
it onto my erection and I was ready for action.  She threw one leg over my
midsection and knelt over me, my dick pointing to my favorite spot on her
body.  Well, one of my favorite spots.

   Donna reached down with both hands.  One hand gently held my shaft and
aimed.  Her other hand opened her lips and exposed the target.  I was
breathless as I watched the two points intersect, tab X fitting into slot
Y. Slot Y was very wet, very warm and very snug.  She was sitting down on
top of me.  The look on her face probably matched mine.  Happy.  Happy and
very satisfied.  There is something special about being joined that way. 
The feeling is like nothing else in the world.

   She lifted herself up on her knees and began riding me.  For my part, I
performed the equal but opposite motion.  I could feel her body against
mine, I could see her lovely naked form over me, but my entire attention
was focused instead at the part of my body which was sliding wetly against
her body.  I could feel her pussy gripping and clutching me as I slid in
and out.  Donna was moving faster now, practically impaling her luscious
body on mine.  The point where our bodies met was making a loud slapping
noise.  It wasn't obscene.  It only added encouragement to our exertions.
We were driven by a primal urge to go faster and faster still, seeking
still greater heights of pleasure.  I groaned as my pleasure reached its
peak.

   "Don't cum yet!" Donna begged.  "I'm not there yet!"

   I desperately tried to stop it, but that was an impossible task.  The
throbbing had started.  Coupled with the vision of Donna riding my dick, it
would inevitably lead to ejaculation.  Nothing, even my death at that
point, would stop it.  I remembered reading that obscure fact somewhere.

   Donna did something I had often fantasized about but never thought I'd
see.  She started masturbating right in front of me.  Her right hand sought
out her clit and began rubbing it.  Rubbing it with an almost manic
passion. Her other hand was roughly groping her breast.  When I saw her
face indicating her peak, the left hand reached behind her and I felt it on
my balls.  I was squirting into the condom by now, but the touch of her
hand added an almost electric enhancement.

   She came, but I can't take full credit for it.  I suppose what counts is
that we both came.  I remember watching her nipples jiggle as she moved
while I shot off into her body.  When it was all over, she looked at me
watching her.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand move away from
her pussy and she released my balls at the same time.

   "You weren't supposed to see me doing that," she said, obviously
embarrassed.

   "Don't be ashamed.  That was the most exciting thing I've ever seen."

   "Really?"

   "Yes, really.  I mean, I knew girls did that.  Guys do it."
Embarrassment shot through me as I realized what I had just admitted.  "I
just never thought you did it."

   Donna leaned forward towards my face and said, "So it's good enough for
you to play with yourself, but I'm not supposed to?" I could tell she was
teasing, but she had a good point.  She let me think about that for a
moment.  "You have a lot to learn about women.  We do that a lot." I raised
my eyebrows.  A smile slowly lit up her face as she thought of the words
that would shock me.  "We probably do it more than you."

   She was right.  I was learning a lot.  She could see in my eyes how I
was thinking about something.

   "What?" she asked.

   I chuckled.  "I was just thinking how I came here to tutor you about
Algebra, but you taught me even more about something else."

   Donna joined in my laughter.  "It's all about X and Y," she explained.
As she laughed, the feeling of her insides convulsing around my softening
dick felt really nice.  She noticed it, too.  "I've never laughed with a
guy inside me.  I like how it feels."

   "Same here - from the guy's perspective."

   "Maybe we should suggest to Mr.  Meyers that all his students study
Algebra this way," Donna said.  At that, we both laughed so hard that my
dick finished softening and her pussy finally pushed it out.

   "I need to get up," she said as she lifted her dark haired slit up away
from my dick and the used condom.

   I felt the warmth of the semen spilling out, all over me.  Donna walked
into her bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth.  She cleaned me up as
I lay there, in her bed.  I felt like I was on top of the world.

   When I was clean and the condom disposed of, she returned to the bed and
we cuddled again.  In time, I knew I had to leave.  Donna must have sensed
it as well.  She looked at the clock.

   "We need to get dressed and you need to be getting home," she said.  I
nodded.  "Let's jump in the shower.  You don't want to go home smelling
like me."

   "I don't mind," I assured her.

   "Your parents might mind," she told me.  We both grinned.

   She got up and took me by the hand, leading me to her shower where we
rinsed off together.  It feels pretty nice to be all wet and slippery in
the shower with a girl.  We dried each other off and found our clothes
where we had dropped them next to her bed.  I watched her intently as we
dressed.

   "Haven't you ever seen a girl get dressed before?" she asked when she
realized how I was watching her.  She had put on her panties and was
fastening her bra strap.

   "No," I said, afraid to say more.

   "That's OK," she said sweetly.  "I figured it was your first time.  I'm
glad it was with me."

   Her words made my emotions go from fear and shame to warmth and
happiness.  I leaned forward and kissed her.  I wanted to ask her if she
did it this easily with all the guys, how many times she had done this.  I
came to my senses and let my questions remain unanswered.

   I was disappointed when she finished dressing.  Now she looked like
everyday beautiful Donna Articelli.  Only, I knew what she looked like
under all those clothes.  I'd carry that image with me.  She leaned over
her bed and rearranged the covers so it didn't look like she had just had
sex there.  She handed me my books as she looked deeply into my eyes.

   "Thank you, Todd.  This was the most enjoyable time I've ever had
studying math." Her attempt to look serious finally cracked.  We both
laughed at the absurdity of her statement.  She hugged me with one arm as I
took my books.

   "I'll certainly remember this lesson.  And, in case I ever forget, I
just have to remember what your dick feels like inside my pussy.  It will
all come back to me."

   We kissed deeply one more time and then we walked back downstairs to the
door.

   "I had a wonderful time," I told her.

   "I bet you did," she said.  Then she smiled sweetly again.  "I did,
too."

   Then I was in my car, driving home.  I had to keep telling myself it
wasn't just a fantasy, that it had really happened.

   ----------------------------------------------------

   "No way, Todd.  You're full of shit!" Barry said.

   "Yeah, right.  You and Donna Articelli," Frank added.

   Nobody was believing me.  I couldn't blame them.  I was trying to tell
the guys I had lunch with that I had made it with Donna.  I could hardly
believe what had happened.  They were all teasing me when one delicate
voice broke through the taunts.

   "Todd?"

   I'd know that sweet voice anywhere.  I panicked.  I knew I shouldn't
have been talking about what had happened.  Now she heard.  Now she knew.
Now everybody knew.  I turned to face Donna, my face red with shame.

   "Donna, I ...  I mean, -"

   She smiled as sweetly as she could.  I didn't understand what was
happening.

   "You forgot this at my house.  I thought you might be needing it," Donna
said as she took my hand and put something in my palm.  She turned and
walked away, swaying her cute ass.

   I realized what it was and tried to close my hand but I was too late. 
Everybody had seen.  I looked down at the square plastic packet in my hand,
the word Trojan in the center.  After that, everybody treated me
differently.  I just couldn't believe Donna had done that.  My life was
changed now.  All because I got caught staring at her in Algebra class.

   When the bell rang and we got to class, Mr.  Meyers made good on his
promise and handed out the quiz.  I took mine and read the first question.
Explain the relationship between X and Y in the equation ...

   I looked up to see Donna smiling as she read the first question.  I knew
just what she was thinking at that moment.  It's all about X and Y.

   The End
   This story is Copyright (C) 2005 by Strickland83.  All rights reserved.

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