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Subject: {ASSM} Making the Next Step
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Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2017 20:10:02 -0400
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Making the Next  Step
 
    The last week of  school and then graduation.  An easy week as exams 
are done and we are just  passing time with a retreat and a class outing.  
Being good Catholic girls  we are assisting the nuns with the younger students. 
 
    Ah, the feeling of  pride and superiority as the young students watch 
us strut around and show  off.  Next year we will be on the bottom of the 
totem pole; but for this  last week we are gods and goddesses.  Hoping that 
lightning doesn't strike  me for that thought.
    Unfortunately the  school rules are not eased for the eight grade 
students and even though there is  no real classes, we have to conform to the 
school dress code.  I have a  really nice outfit I would love to wear to class 
and show off my legs; but alas  that is not going to happen.
    The green plaid  skirts of our uniform going to change next year for 
those of us going into the  Catholic High School, Our Lady of Lourdes.  A nice 
blue plaid the future  look.  Our white button blouses and green plaid 
vests will also be  exchanged in color.  Sort of depressing as I have seen the 
public school  kids and they wear outfits that definitely tell you who they 
are or want to be  and what they are about.
    The school bus  starting to fill with 8th graders as we get to spend a 
day at a retreat house  away from school.  Uniforms still the dress code of 
the day as I step onto  the bus and climb the steps looking for my evil twin 
Alana.  She really  isn't my twin or evil; but that is how we think of 
ourselves.  Inseparable  in everything; but our actual parents and the houses we 
live in.  Where  there is one there is the other.  
    We don't really  look like twins in many ways.  My hair is long and 
dark brown and down to  the middle of my back and hers is blonde and just to 
her shoulders.  My  eyes hazel and hers are a shy blue.  We are both tall and 
slender of build  with just the beginning of puberty showing as our straight 
lines are rounding  into curves.  Unfortunately for both of us the curves 
did not reach out  chests as we both only need a training bra to cover our 
nipples not our budding  breasts.  My hips are a little wider then hers.  She 
is most clearly  the beauty facially with her turned up pert nose and 
dimples when she  smiles.  My glasses and long thin nose and wide mouth would 
qualify for  maybe pretty at best.
    Looking down the  length of the bus, then walking it in case she is 
slouching in the seat.   My near sister not here as I pick a spot towards the 
back of the bus and sit  down to wait for her.
    Nodding to the  other students as they climb aboard and pick seats 
according to sex and  friendships.  Every trip we take you can tell who is going 
to sit with  who.  That can be said for Alana and me as we always sit 
together for years  and years now.
    The bus barely half  full as Sister Emily and Sister Gabriel climb 
aboard and start taking a role of  who is present.  As they come by my seat, I 
ask if they have heard from  Alana and find out that she has been excused for 
sickness.
    Falling back in my  seat, depressed that I will not have her to walk 
arm in arm as we go through the  day of prayer and self reflection.  Boring my 
only thought for this  day.
    The nun's taking  the count and of the 24 eighth graders, twenty of us 
present for this lovely  outing, eleven girls and nine boys.  The two nuns 
as they have to chaperone  each other.  Not sure why as I don't think anyone 
would dare to bother them  for any reason.  And we are to have three 
mother's to join our ranks.   Thankfully the nuns and mothers are sitting up front 
to have a gab fest as long  as no one misbehaves.  Then some of them will 
move to the back of the bus  or bring the troublemakers up front
    Everyone spacing  the seating nicely to give room between groups.  The 
class beauties having  the boys sitting in front and behind them.  Yes.  I 
am a little  jealous; but that is how it has been all through school so far.  
    At least I don't  have to sit with some girl that doesn't approve of me 
or I of her.  I can  enjoy the trip with no need to have conversation.
    The bus growling  into life and then pulling away from the school to 
take us this adventure.   Looking out the window and watching the City of 
Poughkeepsie pass into the rear  view mirrors as we cross the Hudson River to 
head north to our retreat  house.
    Listening to the  chatter of the girls holding court and the boys 
awestruck as they listen.   Head against the window, eyes closed, as I feel the 
seat cushion move and open  my eyes to see a boy sitting next to me.
    "You don't  mind," the boy smiling.  Looking around and seeing all the 
empty seats  and then pointedly at George.  Raising his hands, "I figured 
you were  sitting alone and I was and that we might talk."
    George one of the  smarter boys in the class and one of the older as he 
already has turned 14 and I  won't for another six months.  We have talked; 
but he really has not paid  much attention to me and Alana in all our years 
of school together.  We  have been in the same class since kindergarten.
    Sitting up and  sliding over more on my half of the seat as he settles 
in place.  He is a  talker and somewhat of a "bullshitter" from what I have  
seen.
    His patter actually  relaxing and his jokes are not really funny; but 
they pass the time.  My  hands primly in my lap as I listen to him talking to 
me and to others a few  seats away.  His laugher infectious as he tells one 
joke or anecdote after  another.  
    The ride lulling me  back to a half asleep state as he talks on and I 
nod and smile to acknowledge  his conversation.  I must have dozed off as the 
bus hits a bump or jerks  and my eyes open.
    As I come awake, I  feel the shoulders touching mine and absently wipe 
at my lips and hope I didn't  drool on myself.  Self conscious as I look at 
the boy his eyes closed  asleep or pretending to be.  Then down to the seat 
where his hand is  resting between us, cushioned by my thigh on one side and 
his on the  other.  Very conscious of the hand and the pressure of his leg 
against  mine.
    Moving my legs  closed and straightening my skirt primly over my knees 
feeling a flush and heat  in my face as I can feel my heart pounding in my 
chest.
    Holding my breath  as I feel the hand again resting alongside of my 
thigh and the leg against  pressing against me.
    Turning my head,  George's eyes still closed and breathing even; but I 
am sure he is aware of the  pressure of our bodies touching.  No one within 
two rows of us in front,  back or the other side.
    Yes.  I am a  virgin, what would you expect at my age.  I have not been 
on a one on one  date with a boy, just group dates with a mixed number of 
boys and girls meeting  at the mall to hang out.  I have danced a the few 
socials we had at school;  but they are well chaperoned.  
    Trying not to move  as I consider what is happening.  I am not what you 
would call one of the  sexy girls in my class and the uniform doesn't help 
with that perception.   As I mentioned Alana and I are inseparable and none 
of the boys at school have  so much as kissed me or held my hand.  And 
definitely not anything past  that on the maturing scale.
    Alana and I have  had our periods and we have sort of investigated our 
budding bodies; but not in  a lesbian way.  We have practiced kissing for 
when we have to with a boy  and we have practiced touching when we have had 
sleep overs.  Again not in  a lesbian way; but just to learn how it feels to 
have someone else touching our  bodies.  
    My thoughts are  running wild as I swear I can feel his hand pressing 
against my thigh, not just  resting against it.  This boy would be considered 
a catch for the girls who  are holding court further down the bus.
    Slowly turning my  head to look at those behind me and seeing no one is 
interested in my seat and  what we are doing there.  And I am not doing a 
thing.
    My mind wandering  and feeling the fingers shift lower, not slipping 
down; but being moved lower on  my thigh till they are nudging the bottom of 
the hem of my skirt and feeling  myself jerk as the finger touches bare leg.
    Being the end of  the year and warm, I am wearing knee high green socks 
and no pantyhose under my  skirt.  My fingers twitching in my lap as I want 
to reach down and place my  hand over my knee to hold my skirt in place; 
but I don't move my hands from my  lap.
    George shifting his  shoulders and as he leans closer to me, I can feel 
his elbow touching my chest  and lightly pressing against my left breast.  
Biting back a murmur as his  elbow nudges my breast again.
    Feeling my face and  neck flushing as I do nothing to encourage him; 
but also nothing to stop him  from touching.  My eyes looking forward and then 
swiveling back around to  look and see again if anyone is watching.
    My thigh is  trembling and tense as he pushes up the hem of my skirt to 
the bend of my knee  and then a little higher to expose my lower thighs.  
My hands sliding down  to press my skirt down and hold it over the valley 
between my  legs.
    The elbow moving to  work against my chest slowly, rubbing through the 
clothing of my blouse and  bra.  Shaky as I can feel that my nipple has 
swollen as my mind and his  elbow stimulates the erectile flesh.
    Alana and I both  have small mounds for breasts, barely a bump in our 
blouses; but in my case I  have large sensitive nipples that stiffen with 
just the slightest of  contact.  Wondering if his elbow can feel the hard nub 
under my bra.   Knowing that I need to stop this contact and soon.
    My thighs squeezing  tight as his fingers move to caress the inside of 
my thigh.  Frantic as I  look around to make sure we are not observed.  Not 
wondering why I am not  stopping him; but afraid someone will see.
    Finally as the  pressure increases I reach to push his elbow away with 
one hand and grasp his  other hand with mind and strain to lift if from my 
lap.  
    My eyes meeting  his, dark blue eyes holding mine and a smile splitting 
his lips as I push his  hand to his lap and with effort force it down.  
Easing the resistance, my  hand presses against his thigh as I push his hand 
between his legs and I feel  the bulge in his pant leg.
    My eyes pulled down  to look at the bulge and vague outline in his 
pants.  His "hardon" not the  first time I have seen one in a class mates pants; 
but the first time that I am  sure it is caused by me in some way.
    My hand touching  the boner for a moment, till I pull my hand back like 
I have burnt it over an  open flame.
    Wordless all this  time.  George easing back to sit comfortably on his 
side of the double  seat.  Keeping a few inches of distance between our 
bodies as I think on  what has just happened.
    For some reason  George thinks that I will not report his behavior; but 
he is correct as I have  not even thought of calling out to the teacher.  
Just battling our wordless  fight.
    As I said I am a  virgin; but that doesn't mean I have not thought 
about what touching by a boy  and girl might lead to.  A Catholic girl; but I 
have read everything I  could find on the subject of sex.  And I do have older 
brothers and have  seen and erection before, and I don't mean when I was 
baby sitting and that  little penis lifted and squirted piss all over me if I 
wasn't  careful.
    George slowly  easing back into conversation as if nothing happened.  
Confused by his  behavior and mine as I listen to his words and try to figure 
out what just  happened and why.
    The bus finally  pulling through a gate affixed with a crucifix and 
brick walled around the  perimeter of the former monastery.  Everyone filing 
off the bus, Geoerge  stepping out and back to allow me to stand and pass down 
the corridor.  
    The boys going one  direction to use restrooms and the girls the other 
way as we relive and refresh  ourselves to start this long day of prayer and 
meditation.
    Boys and girls  separated for different lectures and talks and coming 
together to share lunch  and dinner and prayers in the chapel.
    A long day and even  longer without my best buddy Alana to share my 
secrets and  thoughts.
    Tired and bored as  we listen and pray and even a little scared as we 
make confessions and I neglect  to mention my ride in the bus.
    Finally the day  coming to an end and a more subdued class filing onto 
the bus and groupings  again.  Finding a seat as secluded as I can from 
others as I rest my head  against the window pane and look out into the 
gathering  gloom.
    George in the back  of the bus with a couple of the boys sprawled out 
on the back seat.  Not  even sure if our eyes met as I slumped into my seat; 
but sort of disappointed  and relieved at the same time.
    Most likely he is  telling his friends that he got touches on me and 
bragging about how easy it  was.  Unfortunately, us not so beautiful and sexy 
girls have to take the  leftovers and be content.  Feeling sorry for myself 
as the bus jerks to a  start and we begin the long trek back to 
Poughkeepsie.  
    The quiet chatter  and the bus settling into a smooth ride causing me 
to doze again in my  seat.  The movement in the seat next to me bringing me 
to an awakened  state.  Eyes opening to see my George again sitting next to 
me.  My  next thought is that it is his hand rubbing against the bare flesh 
of my outer  thigh.
    Wetting my dry lips  as I come fully awake and aware that the freedom I 
allowed him on the way to the  retreat has emboldened him to try for more. 
    My hands folded  defensively over the valley formed by my inner thighs. 
 His hand has  successfully moved my skirt almost midway up my thigh.  As 
he realizes I am  awake he turns to me with a smirk barely visible on his 
face in the fading light  of the evening.
    Wishing that I had  Alana here to consult with as to what I should 
allow and when I should stop his  advances.  Sitting up straight and slowly 
swiveling my head around to see  the location of the others on the bus.  Again 
there is no one within two  rows of us in any direction.
    Slouching down in  my seat body shifting to the edge the movement 
drawing my skirt a little higher  on my legs.  Turning to wedge my back against 
the seat and side of the bus  as I look down at the busy hand moving against 
the warmth of my  thigh.
    Not a veteran of  the petting wars; but able to anticipate as George 
leans forward and his lips  find mine.  Parting my wet lips and feeling the 
press of his lips and then  his tongue tip probing the opening of my mouth.  
Tasting chewing gum as his  tongue presses deeper into my mouth.
    His body turned  towards mine and his free hand slipping to press 
against the front of my  blouse.  Fingers pushing the open vest away as he seeks 
the mounds of my  breasts.
    My tongue pushing  back as I look open eyed into his face and see the 
surprise register as his hand  finds my right breast and the pointy tip of my 
engorged nub.  A gasp in my  throat as his fingertips squeeze the erect 
nipple.
    Not that I am a  slut or anything; but when using the restroom before 
leaving the retreat house I  did slip off my training bra and place it in my 
shoulder bag.  Just in case  mind you, just in case George sat with me again.
    My breasts are  barely bumps on my chest, however my nipples are 
obscenely big for the small  mounds.  Not only large; but also very sensitive and 
the training bra  doesn't support my breasts; but does hide the noticeable 
bumps in my blouse if  not wearing it.
    George breaking the  kiss and leaning back as he looks down at my chest 
as he massages the diamond  hard tip.  Not stopping him as he slips his 
fingers between the buttons of  my blouse and his finger pads mover over and 
around the sensitive  tip.
    Fighting back a  moan as his attention is causing a reaction deeper and 
lower in my body.   My thighs pushing together tight as I reach to his hand 
and pull it back to stop  the sensation.
    Knowing I am on  dangerous ground now as my hand brushes the back of 
his as he awkwardly tries to  undo the buttons of my blouse.  Finally after 
sitting up and looking  around, reaching to undo the two top buttons.  His 
hand finding the warmth  of my breast again and kneads it slowly, my body 
jerking as he pinches the hard  tip.
    Trying to regain  control as his hand is squeezing the nipple with just 
the right amount of  pressure and in spite of tensing of my thighs, they 
want to relax and fall  open.  While involved with my chest, his other hand 
has managed to push my  skirt up around my legs except for where my one hand 
is pressing against my  pubic area.  Looking down I can see my exposed legs 
and feel the  insistent  pressure of his hand as it is wedged between my  
thighs.
    Feeling this  situation heading out of control, I try to fend off his 
hand on my breast and  the one wheedling it's way between my thighs.  Flushed 
and hot, eyes wide  as I look around again to make sure no one is watching 
us.  Grabbing his  fingers and holding them firmly as he slowly moves his 
hands back to his side of  the seat.
    Looking down and  seeing they tan of my chest against the open white of 
my blouse and the disarray  of my skirt lifted to show most of my legs.  
Releasing his hands to brush  my skirt down over my legs and demurely keeping 
them together as I button my  blouse again.
    The jolts of  pleasure as the erectile tissue of my swollen nipples rub 
against my  blouse, are causing my thighs to tense and with effort I hold 
them from  parting.
    George's breathing  is loud to my ears as I look into his face and feel 
his hand reaching to my lap  and holding my hand for a moment.  Then 
pulling my hand to his leg and  feeling the erection against the material of his 
pants.
    Well, I have surely  excited this boy.  His hand moving my hand slowly 
over the length of his  hardon.  Not pulling away, as I realize I have 
caused this problem and I am  not a "cock teaser" like other of the girls who 
chatter and tease and do nothing  else.
    Opening my hand and  running my palm firmly against his pant leg as I 
look with lowered eyes at the  bulge.  A choking gasp and then feeling him 
jerk as I feel a wetness  seeping through the material of his trousers. 
    His hand clamping  on mine as I feel his dick jerk a few more time and 
then the shaft lose some of  its firmness.  The sticky ooze slick as I rub 
it between two of my fingers  pads.
    A wet spot on his  trousers as I settle my hands back in my lap.  
George laying back eyes  closed and I think satisfied.  As for myself, I am a bit 
worked up; but I  will have to work out that problem in a sweaty release in 
my  bed.
    Watching as George  moves his softening penis in his pants and tries to 
rub at the wet  spot.
    "Sorry."  His  smile letting me know that he really isn't sorry about 
it.  His hand  finding mine and holding it for the rest of the bus ride and a 
quick kiss before  the bus pulled into the school parking lot and the 
lights come on.  The bus  a suddenly noisy as everyone stands to leave.  
    My vest pulled  closed over my blouse as George lets me out and follows 
behind me.  I think  partially as a gentleman and partially to hide the 
still damp spot on his  pants.
    A shy wave to  George as I find my parents and drive back the three 
blocks to our house.   They are protective of me, especially when  it gets 
dark.  My mother religious and my father doesn't really care that  much about 
the Catholic School thing.
    Ringing up Alana  after I get home to find that she wasn't feeling 
well.  Telling her that I  just so have to see and talk to her tomorrow.  She 
can hear the excitement  in my voice and wants to know right now what is up.  
Letting her know I  can't tell her over the phone and it will have to wait.  
Hearing her say  that she hopes she is feeling better tomorrow.  
    The next day at  school, walking the three blocks and no Alana there to 
meet me for the last  black as we always do.  Sighing as I know I will have 
to wait another day  to tell someone as I am not that type of friendly with 
the other  girls.
    Making eye contact  with George and a half wave as we take our places 
in the classroom.  The  boys and girls being split up to help with the lower 
grades as a sort of aide in  the classrooms.  
    Going with one of  the other girls to the Library; where we work with a 
nun overseeing us.   Checking the books in and then placing them according 
to the good old Dewey  System.  A boring morning ahead as me and Kathy look 
at the piles of books  to 
be placed back on the shelves.  Kathy  staying at the desk checking them in 
and handing me piles to be place back on  the proper shelves.  
    Some of the grades  have already turned in the class room subject books 
and they need to be packed  and stored for the summer.  
    As luck would have  it, George and Terry and Mike have volunteered to 
do the packing and  lifting.  I can barely talk to George and the others and 
say hi as my  heart is thumping with fear.
    Fear for what I  allowed George to do on the bus and fear that he will 
make a comment in the  Library that will let others know.  That is if he 
hasn't already told Terry  and Mike as the three musketeers are always together.
    Feeling a flush on  my face as George leaves the other boy's with the 
sister watching over them as  they pack up the books for next year's students 
to use.
    "That was a really  nice retreat yesterday, don't you think?"  
Speechless as I know there is  more to that simple statement/question then the words 
imply.  
    Kathy behind the  desk and turning to say she thought it was very 
enlightening.  Not sure if  she is being humorous; but in a way not expected I 
found the retreat and more  particularly the bus rides enlightening.
    Nodding dumbly as I  pick up more book and walk to the shelves to start 
placing them in their proper  spots.  George grabbing another stack that 
are ready and following me to  the shelves.
    "You wearing a bra  today?"  His whispered words in my ear startling 
me, absently using one  hand to pull the ends of my vest overly my chest.
    Another hot flush  of my face.  "Shhhhush.  This is a library."  Of 
course I am  wearing my training bra, especially since he is so close and my 
nipples have  already puckered into hard nubs.  George's hand on my back 
confirms the  fact as he runs his fingers over the strap in back.
    Working silently on  the stacks we have and then going back to get the 
cart that Kathy has now filled  with books.  It seems that no one has put 
the books back on the shelves in  forever.
    Working silently;  but catching George watching me.  His eyes looking 
when a bend over or  kneel to place a book on a lower shelf.  He is making me 
nervous and at the  same time excited.  I couldn't figure out why he sat 
with me on the bus  ride yesterday and still don't know.  He is the most open 
of the three boys  and leader; but he is also not shy as the other two are 
around girls.  He  makes comments and has met some of the girls at the movies 
for "dates."  He  really hasn't paid that much attention to Alana and me 
through the nine years we  have been in school together.
    Finding as I  replace the books in their proper location that there are 
many out of place  according to Dewey.  Walking over to Sister Anastasia 
and letting her know  and getting the okay to work spend time reshuffling the 
books to a proper  order.
    Sister keeping  Terry and Mike busy, and George as usual has found a 
way to do what he wants and  that seems to be dogging me.
    Excusing myself and  taking my shoulder bag to the Girl's bathroom and 
returning shortly.   Placing it behind the work desk and returning to the 
cart and again moving a  book and replacing one, wondering why I mentioned to 
Sister about the misplaced  books.  Boring, boring, boring.  
    The only thing not  boring is knowing that George is watching my every 
move and finally get used to  his attention and eyes on me.
    Turning to him,  handing him a book.  "This one belongs on the shelf by 
you."  The  other books in my hand casually brushing open the left side of 
my vest showing  the whiteness of my blouse and the dimple of my nipple 
pressing on the material.  His eyes catching the imprint of the  tip against the 
starched white blouse. 
    "Let me hold them  for you."  His hand reaching to the books in my arm 
and managing to brush  against my small mound.  The brief contact causing me 
to flush once again  as I hand him the books.
    He knows that I had  a bra on earlier and that now I do not.  My trip 
to the restroom and  removal of my undergarment telling him that I like his 
attention and I am  allowing him to pursue it.
    Working silently,  handing books to each other as we find them out of 
place.  His hand  reaching farther then necessary when we are out of sight of 
the others.   His continued touching of my breasts, bolder now as I turn to 
him and undo not  the top button of my blouse; but the next one below it. 
His fingers managing to slip into the  opening and touching the warm soft 
flesh and the hard button of  flesh. 
    This is not a large  public library; but has enough shelves that there 
actually is some spots that  are not in sight of the desk.  We have worked 
our way to those sections  now.  
    The storage room  for the school books in near the desk and out of 
sight also as sister has rolled  up her sleeves and his packing as well as 
directing the to boys.   Kathy is quietly making up catolagues cards for new 
books or missing cards  on old ones.
    Not totally  comfortable with this game with George; but not wishing to 
miss out on learning  more.  A small smile on my lips as I crouch down to 
move some book on the  lowest shelf.  Demurely holding my legs together as I 
lady would, my skirt  riding just at the top of my bent knee.  
    George's eyes so  aware of my movements and registering as my fingers 
reach to mid thigh and snake  the hem of my skirt up a few inches to expose 
all of my kneecaps and a few  inches of thigh.  And then as I awkwardly slip 
to fall against the book  shelve and my thighs parts to allow him to look up 
and between my  legs.
    Giggling as I look  up and his mouth is partially open and he is 
speechless for the moment.  I  am not sure what he saw or didn't; but know that he 
wasn't expecting a skirt  shot.
    Teasing him more  with more leg shots and bending over in front of him 
and feeling his hand touch  the roundness of my ass.  Managing to undo the 
top button and let the soft  swell of my breasts edge out the sides of my 
blouse and trapping his hand as he  reaches in to pinch a nipple.
    My giggle a moan as  I got more then I bargained for and after pulling 
his hand free of my blouse  buttoning it once again.
    My teasing has had  an affect on him as I can see a slight bulge in his 
pants as we work around to  an open set of shelves.  The morning long and 
fast all at the same  time.  Some more feels of my breasts and patting my ass 
and his hand  reaching under my skirt to find the inside of my thighs  once
    I am not sure whose  hormones are raging as I sit in the lunchroom and 
have a glass of milk and a  banana and apple for my lunch.  Sitting at a 
table with other girls and  talking about what we would do this summer as we 
relax.
    George at another  table; but his eyes watching me as I handle the 
banana, peeling down the sides  and looking to meet his glance as I take a 
dainty bite at the tip.   Giggling to myself as I wonder if his jerked when my 
teeth and lips closed over  it.
    The afternoon more  teasing as George has managed to press his groin 
against my ass and grab a few  more feels of me breasts.  The boy a bit hot 
and bothered when the school  day was done and willing to walk me home even 
though his house is in the  opposite direction.  Tomorrow is another day of 
make work at school; but  only half day as there is a teacher conference in 
the afternoon.   Graduation at the end of the week cannot come too soon.
    Again checking with  my girl Alana when I get home and finding her 
still sick with a  temperature.  I not only want to tell her what I have been up 
to; but also  maybe show her what I have done so far.
    Amazing that with  all the teasing today that George never got close 
enough to find out that I not  only took my bra off; but also my panties and 
stuffed them in my shoulder  bag.  Feeling so wicked as I walked home, no 
underwear under my school  uniform.
    The class meeting  at the park tomorrow afternoon after school is out.  
The boys going to play  basketball as we girls get to watch.  Maybe we get 
to play volleyball, whoo  hoo.
    The morning  uniforms even though we are just marking time to graduate. 
 Alana meeting  me; but not looking well as I find time to tell her of some 
of what has happened  in the past couple of days.  Her face flushing; but 
not good as she is  still sick and leaves school mid morning.
    Hurrying home at  noon and grabbing a quick bite of lunch and changing 
to running shorts and a  tank top and sneakers.  It is a bit windy and 
cloudy; but not going to let  the weather ruin my afternoon as I grab my already 
packed shoulder bag and a  bottle of water and off to the park to meet the 
other boys and  girls.
    Only five from the  class missing as we girls sit on the grass to watch 
the boys hit a  baseball and play a pickup game with some other boys.  
    Tired of just  watching and finding some younger boys playing on a 
basketball court three of us  girl join in to have a game.  I am tall and 
actually not bad at basketball  for my age.
    Having a good game  and enjoying the exercise as we play hard till the 
younger kids take their ball  and go home.  Borrowing a ball that someone 
brought and shooting baskets as  we talk amongst ourselves.  The boys still 
intent on their game of  ball.  
    I worked up a  little sweat and decide to sit down and let the wind 
blow it away  hopefully.  The wind picking up and the cloudy skies becoming 
darker and  leaking drops of rain as the boys continue to play.  No rain delays 
or  cancellations today it seems.
    The afternoon not  as thrilling as I hoped for without Alana here and 
the boys all busy  playing.  The girls in their cliches and I somewhere 
sitting with a couple  of other "not in the know" girls.
    The overcast  turning to a sprinkle of rain to wet the field and with a 
burst a steady  downpour stops the game as everyone crowds under the roof 
of the porch of a work  shed.  The dirt turning a dark brown as the rain ends 
this  game.
    The rain steady and  not conducive to people leaving the protection of 
the overhang.  I can feel  "goose bumps" on my arms and legs as the wind 
dampens.  My running shorts  and tank top not keeping me warm as we huddle 
close.  The wind whipping  rain onto the unlucky people on the outside of this 
mass.  A few breaking  for home when it lets up a bit; but their clothes are 
plastered to them as they  reach the far end of the field.
    Looking around as I  feel someone bumping against my ass cheeks and 
turn to see George close behind  me.  It is tight under the roof; but not that 
tight that we are jammed like  sardines in a tin can.
    Speaking to no one  in particular, "I am going to try to work my way 
along the tree line to the  diner."  No one paying much attention or caring as 
I dart to the nearest  trees, shoulder bag over my head as very poor 
protection.   
    The rain wetting my  clothing and bare legs and arms as I reach the 
safety of tree overhang and  slowly work my way in deeper to the copse of pines 
that are fairly dry.   Looking back at the shed and the huddled masses, as 
I move around a tree and  pull down my shorts and panties.
    Adding to the  moisture on the ground as I squat and pee carefully 
keeping my balance.  A  tissue from my bag to wipe and quickly pulling my 
clothing up  again.
    Wishing I had  brought another shirt and shorts as they are both wet in 
spite of my little  exposure to the rain.  Jumping as I hear a rustling in 
the bushes, biting  back a scream of surprise.
    Waiting, standing  still as to not attract attention and then seeing 
George moving into the tree  line.  Calling to him as he passes the small pine 
that I had squatted  behind.  Stepping forward so as not to let him smell 
my piss or step in  it.
    His cutoff shorts  normally worn looking, now dark with the rain.  A 
tee shirt plastered to  his body and though he is not muscular as some are, he 
is not fat either.   Sturdy might be the word.
    His smile matching  mine as he walks over to meet me.  Looking back to 
the ball field and  barely able to pick out the shed through the bushes and  
trees.
    "Girls shouldn't be  walking in these woods alone.  Remember the story 
of Little Red Riding  Hood."  The words imparted with a wink and a smile.
    "I have my Prince  Charming to keep me safe."  Cocking my head to the 
side as if asking a  question.  Feeling as wet as I must look, as I blush as 
his eyes meet mine  and then travel down my body.  Feeling inadequate as I 
know that my tank  top is not showing off my breasts very well; but thankful 
that I don't have  bigger ones as the shirt would be plastered to the cups 
of my bra as it is to  the contours of my body.  The pant legs of my running 
shorts, hanging  limply against my thighs and wetting my panties.
    "Sorry.  Not  looking my best."  Then giggling as I point at him.  "You 
don't look  that cool yourself."
    Looking behind him  as he steps forward, no one in sight.  Not sure 
what he is intending as his  hands reach to my arms and pulls me close to him.  
Letting my legs flex to  become shorter as he brushes my lips with his.
    Nervously wetting  my lips and his as I open them as his tongue tip 
slips into the opening.   My tongue touching his as we kiss, his hand sliding 
down to my waist and pulling  me tighter to him.  Feeling his body pressed 
firmly against mine as we  familiarize ourselves with our tongues and lips.
    This is definitely  more thrilling and exciting then kissing Alana in 
our practice sessions.   Wondering if he can tell how inexperienced I am at 
kissing.  My hands  finding his waist and back and lightly grasping him.
    A small gasp as his  hands reach down to cup my ass cheeks.  The 
fingers kneading the firm  muscles.  A don't have much fat or soft flesh on my 
body.  Toned  pretty good for a barely teenager.
    Between us I can  feel not only the impression of his body against 
mine; but the firmness of his  erection through his pants.
    Not sure that this  is a good idea, alone with him and him excited like 
he is.  Then feeling  his hands slipping down the back of my running shorts 
and pulling at the  waistband of my panties and then the pads of his 
fingers moving over the bare  flesh of my ass.
    Not sure what to do  as my finger hook in the looks of his jeans and 
hold him.  Feeling his hand  give a pat to my ass cheeks and then slip out of 
my shorts and up my back.   Pushing under my tank top and moving higher till 
they have pushed my shirt up in  back and his fingers are touching the 
hooked straps of my  bra.
    His fingers  fumbling at the clasps and another gasp into his mouth as 
the tension on the  straps are released and the ends of my bra slip open 
behind  me.
    "Wait.   Stepping back from him and in a quick series of movements. 
slipping my bra from  my body without taking off my shirt.  A trick that can be 
useful and  practiced by Alana and me.
    Slipping the bra in  my shoulder bag and setting it down as he steps 
close again and pulls me to his  body.  My nipples hard on my chest, from the 
dampness and from my  excitement.  Feeling them pressing on his chest as his 
hands again find my  ass cheeks and pull me tight to him in a deep kiss.
    Nipples aching with  sensation as they rub on his body.  Feeling a 
tightness in my chest as his  hand move up my back again and push my tank top up 
in back and then as he steps  back, pulls the wet shirt over my small 
breasts and exposes my nipples to his  view.  The shirt bunched up under my 
armpits as his mouth finds one nipple  and then the other.  Sucking noisily.
    Moaning as his hair  brushes my mouth and his mouth becomes very 
familiar with my breasts.   Nursing much as I would expect a baby would.  Feeling 
sweet and exciting at  the same time.  He just touched them a little on the 
bus; but now they are  totally exposed and he is pulling on them with his 
lips and unfortunately with  his teeth as I have to ask him to be more gentle.
    Looking over his  back to the opening in the woods to be sure that no 
one is coming as he licks  and sucks and bites and drools over my small 
breasts.
    My hands pulling  his shirt up in back and open palmed rubbing on the 
warm flesh as he continues  to nurse.  Not wanting him to stop as my mind 
tries to assimilate the fact  I am in the woods with a boy sucking on my 
nipples.  And additionally he is  sporting a hard on in his pants.
    Hoping to prolong  his fascination with my breasts, as I try to think 
what do I do  afterwards.  Never having been in this situation before.  My 
nipples  becoming a little sore as his teeth and lips gnaw on the sensitive  
tips.
    Taking a deep  breath as George straightens up and his lips find mine 
once again.  One  hand moving to roll my nipples as his other slides down my 
stomach and tries to  slip into the waistband of my shorts.  Sucking in my 
tummy in reflex and  feeling his fingers against the warm of my lower torso.
    A feeling of fright  as they  almost touch my mound and the slight 
swell of my pubic area.   My fingers going stiff on his back as he moves his 
hand inside of my shorts and  then with a "ummphh" of frustration, pulls his 
hand out and then lowers it to  the open pant leg of my running shorts.
    My eyes going wide  as his hand quickly finds the center panel of my 
panties and is rubbing along  the bulge of my labia.  My legs clenching to 
hold his hand as my lips  separate from his mouth.
    "Please,  don't."  My Catholic upbringing or guilt or fear causing me 
to beg him to  stop.  From the trembling in my thighs I know that my resolve 
is not that  strong as I can feel my labia swelling and a tickling of 
sensation inside of  me.  Thankfully he has not moved his attention to my clitoris 
and is just  rubbing the fat lips.
    His hand trapped  for the moment between my thighs, as his other hand 
takes my hand and places it  over the bulge in his pants.  Taking a deep 
breath as my fingers form to  press his shaft against his leg.
    My fingers  trembling as I stroke along the bulge.  Not sure how far I 
want this to go  and if I can stop.  His hand freeing from my thighs and 
fingers pulling at  the pant leg of my panties and then moving to the waistband 
of my shorts  and pulling the string untied.  Quickly standing with my 
shorts around my  ankles and my panties starkly white in the dimness of the 
canopy of the  trees.
    Thinking I have  gone way past what I wanted to happen as my fingers 
continue to squeeze the  erection.  Thinking I also look as awkward as I feel. 
 His hand  reaching to his shorts and fumbling for the button and then the 
zipper as I  stand like a statue as his hand continues to pull at my 
panties, fingers trying  to worm down to my pubic region.
    My eyes drawn to  his crotch as he draws his underwear down and his 
hard on pops out, peeping from  under the tail of his tee shirt.  My fingers 
reaching for the warm flesh  and wrapping around it, stepping closer to him.  
Both his hands free and  pushing down my panties to land on top of my 
running  shorts.
    Naked now but for  my shirt bunched up under my underarms.  Pretty sure 
that my young body  doesn't resemble any of the pictures of nudes in the 
magazines; but George not  seeming to mind as he steps out of his shorts and 
shirt and hugs me tight  with his naked body.  His erection sandwiched 
between our bellies.   Feeling like a hot brand on my flesh as he kisses me hard 
on the  lips.
    His hand releasing  me and then one moving to my groin and the other to 
my breast.  Not a well  thought out plan as the needles on the floor of the 
pines woods are not without  drops of rain escaping through the branches 
above.
    The moment broken  by the sound of voices, as we both quickly grab our 
clothing and hide behind a  tree as we pull the damp material against our 
skin.  My panties and shorts  pulled up quickly and my tank top down.  My bra 
ending up in my shoulder  bag as I am blushing a deep red I am sure.
    George's clothing  looking rumpled and his hands hanging down in front 
of him to hide the fact that  he has a bulge in the front of his shorts.   
My arms crossing on my  chest to hided the fact that my nipples are sticking 
out quite  pointedly.
    Almost relieved as  Terry and Mike come into view and not some of the 
girls as I would have just  died on the spot in embarrassment.  
    Stepping from the  partial concealment of the tree as they come even 
with us and George giving a  hearty hello.  I am sure his friends can tell 
that it is forced and hearty  to conceal something.
    Hearing a laugh  from the two boys as Mike throws George's baseball 
mitt to him to catch.   The movement drawing his hands up and exposing the 
bulge in his britches.   Feeling more heat in my face as both of the boys are 
obvious that they have  spotted it.
    "What you guys been  doing?"  A question I didn't really need to hear 
from Mike a snarky smile  on his face.
    "Just trying to  stay dry.  What the hell you think we been doing?"  
George trying to  bluster his answer into being believed.
    Quietly standing  around as drops of water penetrate the foliage to 
drip wetly on us.   Myself, just trying to think on what almost might have 
happened here if the  other boys hadn't showed up
    "Well I am getting  soaked, I better get home."  George saying he would 
walk me as he has to go  that way to buy something on Main Street.  Feeling 
awkward as I keep my  arms crossed over my chest to hide my nipples from 
sight; but then telling  myself the hell with it and dropping them down to my  
sides.
    All three boys have  their eyes drawn to the outline of my breasts and 
the swollen tips pushing at  the material of my top.
    Starting to head to  my home with George next to me, his hand finding 
mine.  Not sure I want it  announced to the class that we are holding hands.  
But a better choice then  that we are making out in the woods.
    The other boys  walking behind us and I can't imagine what they are 
thinking or seeing as I can  feel my running shorts sticking wetly to the back 
of my ass  cheeks.
    A total SNAFU this  outing turned out to be.  Worse is that George and 
I got to a point that I  hadn't intended and now that point is one he will 
expect to be at  again.
    Worse, I need to  use a restroom before I get home.  Flushing as I tell 
the boys that I need  to use one as we come abreast of a gas station.  
Worse luck is that as the  boys wait outside I have to go in and ask for the key.
    The looks from the  customer inside and the woman behind the counter 
letting me know they don't  approve of the look of my wet tank top.  These 
nipples of mine are becoming  a nuisance.   I am definitely not going to squat 
in one of these  public restrooms; but it was just an excuse to put my bra 
back on and looking  down just seeing the barest bumps from my nipples.
    As we start walking  back, everyone from the woman in the gas station 
to my three school chums are  aware of my new nipple less look.  Thankfully 
no questions on why I was  carrying it in my shoulder bag.  I think the 
answer is obvious; but  unspoken.
    As we get close to  my house I pull my hand from George's and shake my 
head as he tries to kiss me  on my street.  "No, my neighbors will be 
telling my mom."  Not caring  that the others boys hear not only that I won't kiss 
him; but that we have  kissed before.
    This is seeming so  complicated already.  My mom thinks I am something 
of a "bad girl"  already.  She says that I try to dress like a tramp and if 
you dress like  one you become one.  It isn't really easy to dress like a 
tramp when your  mom is vetoing the clothes you want to buy and wear.
    Standing for a  couple of minutes in front of my house under a big tree 
that keep the rain from  hitting us; but we are already soaked to the bone 
and doesn't make a bit of  difference.  Finally with a smile telling them I 
will see them  tomorrow.
    A dainty sneeze as  I walk up my steps, hoping I am not getting a cold 
from this wet clothing and  heading to my room to get my robe and then a hot 
shower.  Giggling, a  little while ago I needed a cold shower.
    Changing my  clothing and walking to visit Alana.  Umbrella prudently 
protecting me from  the rain as I knock on the door and Mrs. Hendricks lets 
me into the house.   Quickly scampering to Alana's room and knocking quietly 
on her door.  "Come  in."
    A weak smile on her  face as she sees it is me.  Sitting close, door 
closed as I confide in her  about my escapades of the past few days.  Telling 
her I would show her how  George and I kissed and what he did; but I think 
it can wait for another day as  I don't want to get sick, even for my very 
best friend.
    Finally after some  hot tea and cookies wishing Alana that she feels 
better and I see her in school  tomorrow.
    Tomorrow the class  will work again taking care of the younger students 
and continuing to straighten  out the library.  Afterwards most of us are 
going to meet at the  movies.  As a concession to our closing days, the 
school has allowed us to  wear something other then our uniforms.  Girls must 
wear skirts or dresses  and appropriate tops and the boys pants and shirts that 
have a least two  buttons.
    Going through my  closet and finding a maroon pullover top, scoop neck, 
nice and loose and not a  thin material.  Then a charcoal black loose skirt 
that goes down to my  knees.  Thinking if I can wear it low enough to pass 
muster.  The  blouse is worn out and can cover up if I pull the skirt high.  
And a pair  of flat shoes.  I real can not handle any type of heels and 
don't need to  stand taller as I next to the tallest in the class.
    My shoulder bag  filled with its usual array of necessities.  Makeup is 
not one of  them.  I haven't gotten the knack for applying it and not 
looking like a  clown.  So safer to just not use it.  Anyway the nuns don't allow 
it  in school.
    The walk especially  nice when I meet Alana at our usual spot and we 
walk arm in arm to one of our  last days in this school.  Alana wearing a red 
button blouse and also a  black skirt that she will have to be careful of 
riding up too high to meet  school standards.
    Standing around  outside till the bell rings and the girls pushing 
their skirts at there waists  to get an extra inch of length.  The nun's in a 
forgiving mood as they  don't make any of the girls kneel to prove the length 
is  correct.
    Again finding  myself and Kathy on Library detail.  George weaning his 
way into getting it  also as other boys get to packed and stack with Sister. 
 Alana because of  being sick held back to help in the office.
    Kathy again taking  the desk though offering to stock the books.  A 
knowing smile from her as  she agrees to man the desk and let George and I work 
the  shelves.
    Wheeling the cart  full of books to the shelves and quietly placing 
them in place as we work our  way to the back of the library once again.  A 
little hand contact, but  nothing more.  Out of sight now, George taking the 
opportunity to kiss my  lips.  Not unpleasant; but I think we are taking a 
risk.  Feeling  antsy as he again is free with his hands and coping feels of my 
fettered breasts  and touching my ass and thighs.  He is wearing a white 
and green striped  polo shirt and khakis.  He looks nice and I would guess he 
is wearing  boxers as his bulge is again present.  His continued touching 
and looking  is getting him excited without me adding my touch to it.
    When I say I am not  cooperating with his petting, I just mean I am not 
reciprocating.  His  touches are having an affect on me, especially my 
nipples that are hard and  aching from the constraint of my bra.  And I have 
given him a few flashes  of my thighs, skirt a little high on them as I crouch 
down to the lower shelves  and a glimpse of my chest and bra as I lean 
forward and my scoop neck shows my  bra and not much more.
    These simple things  excite him, and I did surprise him with quick kiss 
on the lips and the tip of my  tongue and then scampered away quickly.  
Teasing can be fun and exciting  and risky.  Just before lunch I let him rub at 
my chest and the inside my  thigh for just a moment, as my hand 
"accidentally" brushed the bulge in his  pants.  Just to keep him interested and he is. 
 If more people were in  the library I would worry as you can see he is 
panting for me.  
    I don't know what  the attraction is or why; but that is just how it 
is.  He is not as  confident as usual in his attempts to touch me.  He would 
easily give  himself away if others were watching, other then Kathy who I am 
sure knows that  he seems to be in heat.
    As we finish the  day, Kathy whispers in my ear as we are leaving, "I 
wouldn't mine having George  chasing me.  What is your secret Patrice?"
    Shrugging my  shoulders, "I don't know what it is.  Do I seem easy or 
something?" 
    "Nah, you are quiet  and sweet just like Alana.  Who would expect 
Geroge to go for your type  when they are others that would drool for his 
attention."
    Meeting up with  Alana and walking with her as a group of us walk over 
to the movie theater and  get in at the student rate.  Skirts all of a 
sudden moving higher and some  buttons on blouses open now at the neck and 
exposing some cleavage on two of our  well endowed girls.  No chaperones or nuns 
watching over us as we group  into the theater and look for seats.  School is 
still in and this is an  early showing; so we have only a few fellow 
patrons viewing with  us.
    Taking up three  rows on the left side of the theater, people jockeying 
for position as to whom  they will sit alongside.  Alana and I, arm and arm 
inseparable as we slide  in a row.  George finding a spot on the other side 
of me and his buddies  Terry and Mike next to him.  Classmates in front and 
back as the place is a  little noisy with all the kids laughing and 
shouting to each other till an usher  comes down and tell us to quiet down.
    Whispering to Alana  as I stand up that I am going to the restroom.  
George wanting to accompany  me, but telling him I can take care of it myself. 
 A titter of laughter  from those that heard me.  Slding in front of 
everybody as we have just one  way to the aisle.
    Feeling a bit  flushed at George's comment and having to go to the 
restroom while everyone  knows.  Walking quickly up the aisle so as not to be 
disturbing people  while the movie is playing and taking care of my business 
discreetly in a  stall.  
    Looking at myself  in the mirror and patting my hair and then thinking, 
who cares what I look like  in the dark theater.  Excusing myself as I pass 
in front of everyone again  to settle down in my seat.  Placing my shoulder 
bag on a paper napkin on  the floor.  It is nasty down there, as the bottom 
of my shoes can attest to  as  I shift them and feeling a stickiness.
    The kids more  subdued and a little more shifting in the group as now 
there are more rows taken  up by us and empty seats in between some.  A movie 
with lots of dark shots  as it is about vampyres and werewolves.
    Nervously  whispering to Alana and asking if she is good with her seat. 
 We do have  one more on the other side of her that is next to the  wall.
    Not looking at a  watch; but in less then five minutes into the 
darkened theater I can feel the  boy next to me, George moving his hand to rest 
possessively on the  armrest.  Wondering how long this is going to take till he 
does the next  move.  Not that I am an expert at this in theaters; but I 
have been an  interested observer.  Just in case I need to know how to  
respond.
    It didn't take long  for his arm to fall off the armrest and onto my 
leg.  Alana giving me a  nudge with her elbow as I can see she is watching 
this tableau play out.   At least George isn't wasting any time like a half 
hour or more.  My hands  clasped in my lap first defense against where his 
attack will be  made.
    Alana has told me  that she has heard whispers that George has a thing 
for me and that I will be an  easy mark according to the girls in the know.  
Well they are definitely  right.
    Fingers pulling at  my skirt awkwardly, trying to pull it up as George 
sits back and nonchalantly  view the movie.  That method is not working well 
as he seems relaxed; but  his arm in not long enough that way to easily 
touch any part of  me.
    Another nudge from  Alana as she sees he isn't making much headway as I 
have my skirt tucked firmly  under my thigh.  That hem isn't raising as he 
can't get a grasp of the  material as I have it pulled tight.
    I knew he would sit  next to me and see what he might get as far as 
scoring or getting to first base  even.  I am not sure I want him getting 
frantic and showing everyone that  he is trying to get in my pants or top.  At 
least he hasn't tried to kiss  me.  That would get everyone talking.
    Finally taking one  of my hands and placing it on the back of his and 
grasping it with my fingers  underneath touching his palm.  Stroking slowly 
with my finger pads.   Then leaning just slightly towards him and pushing my 
chest against the back of  his arm.  Then slowly rubbing against it and 
feeling his tensing of  surprise as he feels the swollen tip of my nipple just 
separated by the material  of my top.
    Yes, I am a tramp  in that I hate bras and the need to wear them.  
Especially since I have  nothing to support.
    My hand sliding  down from his and lifting my leg, freeing the skirt 
from under my thigh.   Fingers dragging it up a few inches as I again move my 
hand to hold  his.
    Bending forward a  little his hand slips down my leg and finger tip 
find the hem and curl it back  to his hand.  The warm fingers on the bare flesh 
of my thigh making me  shiver as my hand on his still grasping his as he 
tries to pull my skirt up  higher and dip his hand between my closed legs.
    My eyes haven't  looked at the screen since his hand moved to the 
armrest.  Alert to fend  off or allow each of his moves.  Feeling sorry for Alana 
that she has to be  next to me and see what is happening.  I am sure she 
would like one of the  boys attempting to get a feel from her.  She told me 
that she isn't feeling  good enough to  protect her virginity and is a bit 
sleepy from her  medicine.
    George's hand now  pulling away from my leg and bending at the elbow to 
try to touch my  chest.  Fingers finding the bottom of my blouse and 
sliding underneath and  fingers rubbing against the warm flesh of my tummy and 
just missing the small  swell of my right breast.  Awkward for sure as trying 
to not be seen makes  it very difficult to do a thing.
    Alana tittering  alongside of me as she watches this inefficient 
teenage assault of my  body.  Nudging her and then leaning to whisper to George 
that it would be  nice if he could get some popcorn and a soda.
    Seeing his look of  non comprehension; but standing and moving along 
the aisle to go to the  refreshment stand.  Then leaning to Alana and asking 
her if she could  switch seats with me.  
    Both of us  crouching as we switch seats so as not to block the view of 
the others.   She ending up in my seat and me in the one against the wall 
leaving one open  between us.
    George returning  and finding that I am not next to his seat anymore.  
Alana directing him to  continue and sit in her old seat, between her and me.
    Not a perfect  solution; but no one directly in back of us and Alana 
between us and George's  buddies.  I am not going to let them see what might 
or might not be  happening.
    George seeming to  understand the change as he settles in his new seat 
and puts the soda in a  holder by Alana and the popcorn between his legs.  
Leaning away from the  wall and into his shoulder, sitting high as we lean 
close.  His right hand  moving again to my thigh and left one reaching across 
his body to massage my  left nipple.
    My right hand again  in my lap, holding my skirt to the juncture of my 
legs, as my other hand again  holds his as he tugs at the hem of my skirt, 
uncovering my left thigh.   Watchful as his hand dips between my thighs to 
caress the inside of my  leg.  Opening my legs more to allow access, except 
from my hand holding my  skirt over my mound.
    An audible sigh  escaping my lips as his fingers work over my nipple 
and breast.  Tension  building in my body as the nerve ending are in my nipple 
are sending messages of  pleasure to my inner core.
    Hoping that Alana  has my back even though she is two seats over to my 
side as my resolve is  quickly weakening as my Achilles heel is the nipples 
on my  chest.
    Another sigh as my  right hand reaches to my top and pull it up to 
expose my breasts and a grunt of  surprise from George as he has the freedom he 
wants now.
    His fingers pads  moving over one then the other breast as he leans 
over a little into me.  A  soft moan of pleasure trapped in my mouth as my nubs 
are hard tips of pulsing  pleasure.
    His other hand  moving along my thigh and finding the roadblock of my 
hand.  Trapping it  with my thighs again and deciding to release it from my 
restraining hand.   Moving my hand over to his lap and dipping it in his 
popcorn box.  Taking a  couple in my fingers and then popping them into my 
mouth.  My hand going  back for more and this time touching his pant leg instead 
of the popcorn  box.
    Not even glancing  from the screen, Alana reaching between his legs and 
propping the popcorn  container on the arm rest and using it to block 
viewing from others in the  row.  Smiling to myself as Alana has gone to bat for  
me.
    George needs longer  arms as his and mine are now interfering with each 
other.  My hand moving  along his bulge and feeling the stiffening of his 
hard on as I trace it with my  fingernails.  Feeling him shift in his seat as 
maybe he is being  pinched by his pants.
    My hand moving to  his waist and tugging his polo shirt out of his 
pants and then reaching to his  belt and undoing the buckle and trembling as I 
work at his button and then  pulling his zipper down.  The sound of the metal 
disengaging sounding loud  to me.
    George shifting  again and easing his pants down to expose his boxers 
and allow my hand to slip  into the fly and grasp his erection.  The warm 
flesh not flexible as I try  to pull it free from his underwear.
    Whispering to him  to lift up and pull his pants down.  Not sure I had 
the courage to ask that  of anyone; but need makes you do things you didn't 
think you could.  And  hormones make you braver then you should be in some  
things.
    His body lifting as  he uses both hand to slide his pants down and his 
penis peeking from under the  bottom of his shirt.  My hand grasping at the 
turgid flesh, feeling it warm  and soft and at the same time with a steely 
core.
    The cock I saw  yesterday, I now have firmly in my grasp today.  Alana 
giving me a small  smile as she looks to his lap and then to me.  Leaning 
across George and  whispering to her, "you can touch it if you want."
    Moving from  innocent girl to slut with the touch of one magic wand 
cock.  George's  thighs spread wide, pants bunched above his knees.  Looking 
down at my new  toy and inspecting it with my fingers.  Hearing his gasp as  I 
circle  it with my fingers and give a tentative jerk.
    Emboldened as I  slide my hand up again and down.  Giving him my first 
classmate hand  job.  The flesh not sliding through my fingers easily so 
bringing my hand  to my mouth  and licking my fingers then circling it  again.
    George not having  lost much contact as Alana's hand has taken the 
opportunity to touch the  erection and is now massaging the inside of his thigh.
    Continuing my slow  massage of his shaft, taking my time to look down 
at his genitals in the dimness  of the theater.  Giggling as I wish I could 
borrow the usher's flashlight  to get a good look and inspection.  Petting 
his cock and fingers his sack  gently as I read those sperm factories as 
delicate and tender to the  touch.
    George recovering  to move his hand back over to my seat and again is 
rubbing the inside of my  thigh.  One hand still protecting my treasure as I 
am not sure I will let  him have a look at my treasure trove.
    Alana looking at me  as George slips his hand over her armrest.  
Leaning to tell her it is  okay with me if okay with her.
    George maybe  thinking with his lower head when reaching to touch 
another woman/girl without  asking.  Not sure he will get far with Alana; but it 
will keep him  occupied.
    Deciding he can  have a little more as I relax my hand in my lap and 
his hand moves higher till  he touches the juncture.  Acting as if he burned 
his hand, when he touches  my pubes as I lift my hand away and open my legs 
wide.  Not only did I  take off my bra in the restroom; but my low cut 
scarlet bikini panties.   Shivering at his touch of my bare flesh and again 
trapping his hand against my  thighs and pubes.
    Tension in both of  us now as my hand can feel the flesh stretched 
tight on his shaft so I can feel  the outline of veins.  Wishing there was more 
light so that I could inspect  my boy toy more closely.  Thinking of him as 
mine now that I have sealed  the deal with his hand in my bare crotch and 
mine in his.
    Leaning across to  take some popcorn from the box and pursing my lips 
to blow across the velvety  head of the gland.  My warm breath washing over 
my hand and his cock.   Feeling it respond as I remove my hand and bring it 
to my mouth one more time  and lick my fingers.  Then my long slender fingers 
wrapping around the warm  shaft again and stroking with a nice squishy 
sound as they move from base to the  sweet feeling mushroom cap.
    A shifting of  George's body and a groan a warning that he is about to 
cum.  Moving my  hand to cover the head of his gland and feeling the first 
warm spurt against my  palm.  Another groan and capping it a little lighter 
to feel more of the  warm jism coating my hand as it spurts from the small  
opening.
    Sighing as I would  have loved to have watched the white strings 
shooting into the air.  I am  just amazed at how that is possible and now I know 
how it feels with George  getting off.  
    A few more weaker  spurts and then moving my sticky hand to milk his 
shaft and drain him of his  sperm.  My hand slick with his seed as I reach for 
a napkin and wipe at my  hand.  Quite a messy cock as it is coated with 
slick  goo.
    Bringing my hand to  my lips napkin in my hand and licking at the cream 
tasting him for the first  time.  Blushing as I see he is looking at me and 
Alana as well.   Taking another napkin and wiping my between my fingers 
clean and dropping it on  the floor.  My first offering to the movie theater  
gods.
    Then purposely  kissing my fingers and touching them gently to the tip 
of his softening  organ.  The erect viper now drawn of its venom, resting 
gently on his  thigh.
    I am sure even  though George has not entered my pussy with his 
fingers, that he can feel the  moisture that is seeping from my wet tunnel walls.  
His fingers wiggling;  but not gaining any purchase other then rubbing 
against my swollen  vulva.
    Using my hand to  pull my blouse down over my chest again, covering the 
hard and aching  nipples.  my hand rubbing over the back of his as it moves 
furtively  against my bare pubes.
    Closing my eyes as  I let him run a finger through the valley formed by 
my labia.  It feels so  good and I so want to relax my legs and let him 
have full access; but hoping to  save that for another day and not let him 
think I am that easy.  
    I would have not  been able to resist if he was still touching my 
nipples as just the brush of my  top is causing me ache with pleasure.
    My hand resting on  his thigh, his penis nestling next to it as I use 
my fingers to play with my new  toy.  Feeling the soft penis as I twist and 
turn it gently with my  fingers.  A lovely warm worm.  His ball sack 
something that I want to  inspect; but in a better setting then this.  Twirling his 
pubic hair in my  fingers and gently tugging as I do with the fine wisps 
that I have around my  pubic region.
    Finally taking one  of his fingers in my hand and dipping it a little 
between my fat lips, rubbing  it slowly along my slit.  Feeling his cock 
stiffening a little under   my hand as it seems he is recovering from my initial 
hand job.  Cuddling  his organ and  holding it possessively with my fingers 
as I turn my  attention to the movie.
    His fingers resting  quietly at the entrance to my pussy as I pat them 
as I would a cat on my lap.&  Letting him know that I am comfortable the way 
we  are.
    I do need to teach  him about that little button hidden in my folds; 
but that is for another  day.  I don't need to have the whole class hear or 
see me coming on his  fingers.
    As the movie works  to the end, George pulling up his pants and me 
pulling down my skirt.   Alana smiling over as we now are proper and hopefully 
no wet spot on George's  pants.
    Everyone filing out  to mill around under the marquee.  Hearing some 
remarks not directed at me;  but to others about how George and Patrice were 
chummy in the theater.   Making a note to see if Alana can find out what them 
mean by chummy.  I  don't need to have rumours getting to my mom about me 
and boys.  I think  Alana kept everyone from actually knowing what we did or 
did not do.   George and his friends hanging around Alana and I till 
everyone breaks off into  groups and head for home.  Donna reminding everyone that 
she is having a  party after school at her house if everyone wants to brings 
a change of  clothes.
    George and Mike  living nearby and Alana in a different direction and 
Terry living near me as  Alana and I promise to talk tomorrow.  Terry walking 
with me, shy as I  usually am, at least before the past few days.  Not sure 
what he say today  or what George has been telling these guys.  Not even to 
talk to him about  the movie as I don't really remember much about it.
    I am still keyed up  physically and emotionally as i walk and only now 
realize that I did not put my  bra back on or my panties.  My mom won't see 
the missing panties; but she  might notice the bra, mostly like will notice.
    Asking Terry to  stay outside as I use a gas station restroom to put my 
undergarments back in  place.  His glance telling me he noticed as no hard 
nipples darting my  top.  As we part company, telling Terry that I hope he 
goes to Donna's  party tomorrow.
    Sitting in my room  listening to music as I think back on the movie and 
the really heavy petting and  if I am getting in this over my head, carried 
by George being nice to me for no  obvious reason.  I would love to ask him 
about that; but afraid I would get  an answer that would upset me.
    Meeting Alana  before school, another day of wasting our time, and 
talking over the group movie  date.  I think Alana is thinking I am going much 
too fast with  George.  From a girl who never had a one on one date with a 
boy to a girl  that is allowing much more then I should.
    Both of us, Alana  and I are going to Donna's party after school this 
afternoon having brought a  change of clothing.  Talking with the other girls 
and most of them are  going also.  Noticing that some are giving me a look.
    The day passing  quickly and a line of us walking in our uniforms the 
three blocks to Donna's  house.  It is looking like eighteen will be going, 
nine girls and nine  boys.  Donna's mother welcoming us to the house and 
separating us by sex so  that we can change in privacy, even though some of the 
boys said that it doesn't  bother them girls changing in the same room as 
the boys.
    A full finished  basement the location for this get together.  A table 
with refreshments set  up quickly as we all brought snacks of some time and 
drinks, non alcoholic of  course and Donna's mother made cupcakes and 
cookies plus having more drinks for  us.  Not a birthday party; but party games 
set up as if we are little  kids.  A Pin the Tale on a Donkey hung on a 
corkboard.  Some young  teen movies to watch, more like preteen movies.  
    Each group changing  and I have to admit that I am looking at the 
others girls, some blatant in  stripping down to their undies and others shyly 
turning away and waiting the  others to be done.  I am looking to see how the 
other girls have developed  and compare my own looks to theirs.  Breast wise 
I am on the smaller end of  the scale.  Facially maybe a little under the 
middle, and hip wise a little  larger for my body.   Legs are where I am in 
the upper half.  Of  course this is in my estimation; but Alana and I will 
compare notes after the  party.
    A couple of girls  not changing their uniforms, others wearing jeans or 
shorts or skirts.   Tops varying with what a girl has to offer as some are 
wearing low top to show  off their cleavage or modest shirts or loose tops 
as I am to hide my lack of  upper structure.  Shyly watching one of the girls 
take off her bra and  surprised to see that one girl wasn't even wearing a 
bra in her uniform.   Some needed well supported bras.  Panties also in a 
variety with white  cotton and colored regular ones in the majority and four 
of us wearing bikini  cut.  
    Throwing on a teal  tunic top and a denim skirt.  Not looking dressed 
up or sexy; but showing  off my legs and I figure the denim skirt gives me 
freedom and  durability.
    The girls slipping  back into the main room, and taking time to give 
Janet a wolf whistle as she has  the biggest breasts and nicest if you like 
big of the bunch of us. Her half  cupped bra, spilling out a lot of flesh and 
the low cut top coming to help  expose it.  Ginny the perfect girl in face 
and body wearing a sun dress and  a little fancy for the party; but she does 
look good in  it. 
     Alana going  with a spaghetti stringed tank top and  jean shorts.  She 
looks hot to  me; but I am definitely partial.  If I was to go lesbian, I 
would be hot  for her.  And we have both heard it whispered that we are 
lesbian  friends.
    The center of the  room cleared and music started up so that if anyone 
wants to dance there is  room.  It is a large room taking up most of the 
basement.  A smaller  room for storage and a combination utility room and 
workshop.  And last but  not least a half bathroom with toilet and sink.  
Everything we need to have  fun.
    Boys on one side of  the room and girls on the other.  The snacks 
keeping the attention of the  boys as they look across at us and I am sure decide 
who is hot and who is  not.  And what they would if they got the chance.
    Typical boys  thought process.  I have three older brothers and I know 
all to well their  thoughts in their unguarded moments.  
    Donna as the  hostess walking to one of the boys and asking him to 
dance and they break the  ice.  Another couple on the floor and then tugging 
Alana, "lets go  girl.  We don't find a boy, I will be dancing with you and get 
the rumors  going again as I grab your ass cheeks and hold you close."
    Her laughter  overriding the music as we move hand in hand across the 
room.  Breaking  apart as I tap Terry on the shoulder and beat out Alana who 
was going to  also.  She settling for Bernie.  Both of those boys took dance 
lessons  with us at the YWCA and I know Terry can move, even if he can't  
talk.
    Warming up with a  fast dance and then a slower one.  Terry can move, 
his hand around my waist  and our hands extended in the accepted manner.  
More stepping onto the  floor and only two of each sex not dancing.  Not 
because no one wants to  dance with them; but more because they don't know how to 
dance or fake it.   I love to dance even though I have never taken ballet or 
one of those dance  classes that little girls seems to have to participate 
in or gymnastics.  
    George tapping  Terry on the shoulder and dancing with him for the next 
song.  He is  adequate; but not much more as a slow dancer.  He is hectic 
as a fast  dancer with a lot of motion and little direction.  Sorry, that 
wasn't  kind.
    The party settling  in nicely and Donna's mother checking on us and 
seeing us all behaving.   Donna taking the Donkey tails and pinning them 
somewhat on the target as if we  played the game and moved the Bingo cards out and 
markers and spread them in  another corner as she has half opened some 
board games.  Life may get some  activity as some of the girls like the thought 
of being married and having  children and a career maybe.  Not on my 
immediate agenda a my advanced age  of thirteen.
    Donna's mother and  a couple of other mother's upstairs playing bridge 
and having a few  drinks.  They will be involved in their game and 
conversation and will  leave us alone shortly.  Donna has assured us that she has 
asked her mother  to not bother the party as long as we don't get rowdy and no 
alcohol or smoking  or drugs.
    Waiting a little  bit, playing softer music and then a game now on the 
schedule.  Sitting in  a circle on the floor with an even number of boys and 
girls; but not  everyone.  The game, Spin the Bottle.  Alternating boy and 
girl with  Donna starting as the spinner.   She will spin and the boy it 
points  closest to has to give her a hug in five seconds or a kiss on the lips 
in ten  seconds or then has to French kiss her. Everyone counting the  
seconds. Then that person spins until everyone is out of the circle.   If you 
don't want to kiss, then move your ass to hug.  The rules getting  everyone 
into the circle now.
    The first spin and  Donna got a peck on the lips from Bernie, who then 
spins and got a hug from  Janet (a hug from her would be a biggy with those 
balloons of hers) and the  circle continuing till Ginny and Johnny do a 
French intentionally.  Alana  getting the privelege of being next and then 
George.  Feeling a flush as he  takes his time and gets a French and then Kathy.  
I could go on forever;  but Jack spun me and got a kiss on the lips and I 
spun Terry and he hurried; but  a kiss on the lips.  Mike ending up going 
last and after hugging Vicky  ended with Donna as he automatic spin and she 
being a tall slender girl like me,  she gave him a French kiss that I am not 
sure he appreciated.  Donna might  be the biggest slut of our class, or course 
I am excluded from that list.   Pure innocent Catholic girl.
    Another round of  Spin the Bottle and some more dancing and then Donna 
announcing the next game,  Post Office.  Her rules is that those playing 
must Deliver a letter to  someone of the opposite sex.  Grinning at me and 
Alana as she says  it.  Pulling out a sand timer from a game and saying it is 
one minute to  "deliver" the letter, no more.  Once you receive and deliver a 
letter you  are out to the next round.  Next round you have to pick a 
different person,  never one picked before.  Sounding like Donna expects a few 
rounds at  least.  The Post Office is in the storage room.
    Everyone playing  and everyone does agree to play, sitting in a circle 
and a spin of the bottle  picking the initial  Post Office person.  Donna 
shushing everyone,  warning them to be talk quietly and not yell or scream.  A 
spin and the  winner is Janet, she wraps on the door and says she has a 
Special Delivery for  John.  The minute seeming a long time as they are behind 
closed door and  then when they come out he knocks on the door and the 
Special D is for  Donna.  She sashaying to the door and saying she thinks the 
time should be  five minutes, one isn't enough.  A nervous tittering of 
laughter for those  unsure of this game and what is going on behind the closed 
door.  A knock  on the door to get them out of the room after the timer 
exhausted and a grin on  Donna's face as she tugs at her blouse and shorts and licks 
her lips, tongue  extended obscenely.  Everyone talking softly with 
suggestions of what might  be happening behind the door.  Nervous as I am.  George 
getting a  Special D from Kathy and holding my breath as to who he is going 
to pick.   The minute seeming like an hour as I sit eyes fixed on the door.  
Feeling  Alana squeezing my hand as we wait and watch the timer.  Donna 
wrapping  gently to let them know time is up.
    George smiling  broadly as he comes out, Kathy no showing anything as I 
feel myself holding my  breath.  Not looking at George raps on the door.   
"Special  Delivery for Patrice."  My heart beating rapidly as I push myself 
to my  feet and walk to the door and George.  Taking my hand and shutting 
the door  behind us.  
    Hearing a voice  saying, "now who would have expected that."  A 
statement rather then a  question.  "You behave now kids,"   Donna's voice kidding 
and not  sounding sarcastic.
    The closing of the  door loud in my ears as we stand just on the other 
side and George leaning in to  kiss my lips, hands going around my waist.  
Wasting no time as his tongue  parts my lips and snakes around to find my 
tongue tip.
    My legs trembling  as I reach to his back and rub my hands on it as we 
part lips and I taste the  wetness of his mouth.  My nipples hard as I 
waited and swelling more as he  pulls me close and presses his chest against mine.
    One of his hands  slips down the back of my skirt and finding the swell 
of my ass cheeks and then  the waistband of my low cut bikini panties.  The 
other slipping up under my  top to tweak the swollen nubs of my nips.  
Mewling softly into his mouth as  the nerve endings send jolts of sensation to 
my core.
    The hand patting my  ass pulling free and reaching down to lift my 
skirt and rubbing against the fat  labia, engorged and ready to weep my grease.
    His erection  pressing on my bare leg now as I reach to grasp it in his 
pants and squeeze it a  few time and tug at his zipper.  My fingers 
fumbling in his fly and his  shorts, just touching the stiff bone; but not able to 
free  it.
    My mind listening  for a voice or a rap on the door to let us know that 
the minute is up.   Eyes closing as his finger pushes my panties between my 
labia as he rubs his  finger along my slit.
    My tongue feverish  as I feel a flush of heat over my chest as I arch 
my hips and chest to his  hands.  Distracted and cursing loudly as I hear the 
knock on the door and,  "Times up."
    Taking a deep  breath and a last kiss on the lips as I straighten out 
my clothing and George  cursing as he plays with his hard on.
    Finally George  opening the door and me walking out, blushing brightly 
as he says that  Donna was right and a minute is not enough time."  George 
taking a  seat and hearing a giggle as I think his erection has to be 
showing.  I  know my nipples are pushing against my tunic top and giving some size 
to the  small mounds of my breasts.
    "Looks like it was  enough time for somethings."  Donna laughing loudly 
and others  joining.
    Looking around that  those left and then knocking on the door, "Special 
Delivery for Terry."   Holding the door open for him as we disappear into 
the other room, door closing  loudly in my ears.
    The room thankfully  dim as I take Terry's hand and pull him away from 
the door.  Leaning in and  touching my lips to his.  Feeling tension in his 
body as I wrap my arms  around his back and pull him tighter to me.  Kissing 
again and using my  tongue to trace his lips and then push it into his 
mouth.  Hearing his  surprise as I expect he wasn't expecting French.  Taking 
his hands and  wrapping them around my back just above the top of my ass 
cheeks as I arch my  mound forward and press my chest against his.
    I know he is  feeling my hard nipples pressing on his body.  My hands 
behind my back  pushing up my tunic to let his hands rest on the bare flesh 
of the back of my  back and then pull one down to rest on my left cheek.
    Breaking the kiss,  "am I not worthy of a return kiss from you?"  
Looking at him as one of my  hands move around front and rests on his tummy and 
pulls his shirt from his  pants.  His skin jumping as my fingers touch the 
warm  flesh.
    Feeling that he is  afraid of me and I am afraid of what he is feeling 
as I lean in to kiss him  again.  Trying not to think how time is moving 
along.  Finally getting  his lips to press back at me and his tongue dueling 
with mine in his  mouth.
    My hand falling  down to brush his pants and feeling that he does have 
a partial erection as my  hand brushes his pantleg again.  Feeling his 
fingers squeezing my ass cheek  as I draw the one on my back around to touch my 
chest.
    His fingers  trembling as he touches my hard nipple and a let out a low 
moan of pleasure at  the contact.
    Both of us jumping  as the times drops its last grain of sand and a 
knock on the door announcing  time is over.
    Both of us flushed  as we step out and Terry just realizing his shirt 
tail is partially pulled from  his pants and quickly tucking it back in as he 
looks around and picks Vicky for  his Special Delivery.
    The game going  another quick round of one minute mail and then a quick 
game of Spin the  Bottle.  Some tiring of these "immature" games and Donna 
announcing that we  will do up to five minute mail deliveries.  One minute, 
three minutes and  five will be announced.
    Those still playing  you can see are really using there time as Donna 
now picks John who dropped a  grade and back to our class.  He is fifteen 
going on sixteen.  Donna  and John a both flushed and he sporting a very 
obvious erection in his  pants.  Donna quite flushed herself and I think they had 
quite a time and  took the full five minutes to Deliver the Mail.  
    John smiling at me  as he knocks on the door and surprised, stand up to 
receive his SD.  His  hand hot and sweaty as he pulls me into the room and 
closes the door.  I  will call him Octopus if I can nickname him.  No sooner 
is the door closed  then he is glued to my lips and his hand is under my 
blouse and the other  rubbing on the front of my skirt.  Subtle he is not.  
His lips thick  and pressing demandingly on mine as I am on the defensive as 
his tongue quickly  takes my mouth.  My eyes closing as he pinches one nipple 
then the  other.  Giving them tugs as his hand reaching to the hem of my 
skirt and is  quickly rubbing between my legs.  
    My hands trying to  slow him down as his starts to pull at my panties 
and sneak his fingers in one  of the leg holes.  His hand grabbing my one 
hand and placing it against his  erection as if I didn't know where it was from 
his being with  Donna.
    This guy is much  too fast for me as he pulls my top up and starts to 
suckle on my nipple.   My legs trembling and weak as the raw nerve endings 
sending jolts of pleasure to  my core and thoughts of surrender to my mind.
    His fingers pawing  my fat pussy lips.  First knuckles pushing into my 
tunnel entrance as  instead of stopping him my legs shift further apart.  My 
fingers reaching  to his zipper and tugging at his fly as I helplessly 
stand and surrender so to  speak.
    I need one more  hand to push his face away from my nipple as I can't 
think straight as he  suckles and licks and bites and tongue and tugs the 
sensitive tip with his  mouth.  Moaning louder then I thought as my hand tries 
to pull his face  away.  I am so distraught that I can't manage to pull his 
zipper down as my  hand fumbles to free his shaft.
    The clock moving  faster then it would seem as "three minutes" is 
announced and John pushes me  against a wall and his hands, both reach under my 
skirt and tug my panties down  around my tights and then with a yank, they 
slip to my ankles.  His fingers  now free to move on the fatty tissue of my 
swollen labia and he rubs a finger  along my slit.  I can hear the wetness of 
his fingers on my wall  entrance.  Moaning as his mouth has fixed my other 
nipple and I feel pinned  to the wall, helpless to resist.
    As his one hand  rubs my pussy, his other undoes his belt and button of 
his jeans and slips it  open and pushes his jockey shorts down.  His hard 
on freed now as my hand  reaches to grasp it and feeling the warmth of the 
shaft as I squeeze at the cap,  scratching a nail along the underside as he 
now groans with my  attention.
    His fingers  insistent on my lower lips and his thumb finding the one 
thing that other boys  in school haven't.  HIs thumb rubbing between the 
folds of my pussy and  massaging the small button of my clitoris.
    Another loud moan  as I my legs are ready to buckle with this new 
stimulation and I feel John  releasing my nipple as his hand reach to my 
shoulders and kissing my lips he  presses down.  A soft whimper as I know that I am 
about to take another net  step as my legs bend and I prepare to kneel in 
front of  him.
    My eyes looking  down as the cock in my grasp comes closer to eye 
level.  My knees touching  the floor and held down by his hands on my shoulders 
and his body shifting  closer.  His cock inches from my face as the loud, 
"five minutes" is  announce through the door with a loud knock.
    "Oh Fuck."   John's words louder then I am sure he intended as I wiggle 
from his hand.   I would have giggled if the situation wasn't so near 
serious.  Pulling at  my top and skirt, and adjusting them as he quickly stuffs 
his hard dick back in  his pants.
    A quick kiss as a  follow up knock on the door and the knob turning, 
brings us out into the  open.  Flushing deep this time and John definitely in 
discomfort as his  cock is nailed straight against his belly.
    "Well, who is going  to get your Special D, Patricee?"  Unsure of 
myself as I look around and  know that George is expecting my Deilvery.  Not sure 
it is a good idea  right now and really wishing Mike was still in the game 
and I would be fairly  safe.
    Turning and  knocking on the door, "Special Delivery for George."  
Hurrying to get up  and inside the door.  The other laughing at his  speed.
    The door closing  and his mouth finding mine quickly.  Tongue deep as 
his hands reach to my  ass cheeks and pulls me tight against his body.  Oh, 
oh he is already hard  and ready for attention.
    His hands sliding  under my skirt and finding my bare cheeks and 
smiling as he kisses me.   Thinking I must be ready for these five minutes.  Not 
realizing at the  moment that if that is true, John was hot and bothered with 
my pantyless  body.  Worse is that my panties are laying on the floor right 
where we are  standing.
    His fingers  squeezing my soft ass cheeks, mashing them as he presses  
his groin against  mine.  Trying to hold back touching his erection as my 
hands reach around  and rest on his ass cheeks.  Thankful at the moment that 
he isn't touching  my nipples that are aching so teasingly needing attention.
    Just the press of  his chest rubbing on mine trying me to distraction 
as the nerve endings are raw  with sensation and I bet there is a hickey on 
the one that John worked over  good.
    The first minute  going quickly as George shifts gears and his hands 
come around front, lifting my  skirt and quickly finding my swollen lips and 
the wetness seeping from between  them.  His fingers sawing up and down the 
slit.  His other hand now  attacking my nipples and touching the one that 
John assaulted.  Moaning  loudly as he backs a step away for freedom of his 
hands as he continues to kiss  and suck at my lips.
    Already excited  from the past five minutes and reaching to cup his 
hard on that I already know  where to touch without looking.  Feeling like this 
is moving much too fast,  as I ride my physical feelings rather then my 
thoughts of what is  happening.
    Eyes closing as my  legs tremble and move further apart.  The fingers 
pushing at my wet lips  and deeper into my pussy.  Not just rubbing the 
outside walls; but pushing  deeper into the dark wet hole.  Jerking as I feel a 
small release inside of  me.
    Whimpering as the  sensations are overwhelming and my mind is, 
"shouting no, no;" but my body  "saying yes, yes."  Helpless to stop this as my 
nipples are so over  stimulated that they are raw with sensation.  The contact 
almost hurting as  much as debilitating.  
    George freeing his  aroused organ from his pants and my  eyes drawn to 
the swollen dick.   Licking my lips as her still press hard against mine and 
feeling myself wanting  to kneel and look at his dick closer.  
    A soft moan as I  slip to my knees as I had done with John and lean 
forward to look at the fleshy  shaft in my hand.  
    A startle as we  hear the announcement of three minutes.  Mewling as I 
lean over further and  kiss the tip of his penis.  Rewarded with a loud  
"ooohhh," as his  fingers touch the top of my head.
    Startled myself at  how is the cap, as my lips kiss it one more time.  
Then reaching to cup his  balls in my small palm, fingers investigating as 
my other hand continues to  stroke up the shaft.  Drooling spit on the dark 
colored gland and use it to  rub into the shaft as I have read in a book.
    Eyes glued to the  tip and the small pee hole opening and close as I 
work the shaft.  George's  heavy breathing telling me that I am not completely 
doing things  wrong.
    And believe it or  not, I find I am more in control of myself when on 
my knees.  His hands are  not stimulating me and clouding my reasoning.  
Actually thinking as I  stroke the young prick that I hope time is moving 
quickly and will get me out of  this situation.
    Hands on my head,  trying to direct me to touch the exposed cock with 
my lips again.  I can  feel the almost overwhelming ache of my nipples with 
just a little brush by my  arm.  And between my legs I can feel the fullness 
of my engorged labia and  the slick wetness as I squeeze my thighs together. 
 
    My chest tight and  breathing labored and noisy as I continue to 
massage the boy dick.  Not  sure if it will squirt the white cream before time is 
up.  Hoping for that  result and hoping against it at the same time.
    My control  returning and both of us startled at the seemingly loud rap 
on the door and  "five minutes" announced.
    Releasing the  breath I didn't know I was holding inside and sighing as 
I look at the angry  looking prick a deep red plum head and leaning to kiss 
the tip gently once  again.  
    George pushing at  my head and holding my lips against his prick longer 
then I intended; but  pushing away and standing on wobbly legs as I look 
around and struggle to pull  my panties over my legs and under my skirt once 
again.  Drawing the top  down over my breasts with a low moan of sensation.
    George struggling  to pull up his pants and shorts and settle that 
erection in his pants.  A  small wet spot showing in his light colored pants as 
a drop of pre-cum must have  leaked out of the tip.
    Kissing him a quick  hard pressure of lips and feeling myself flushed 
and unsure as I open the door  and we step out.  Seeing the looks of the 
other kids as we move into the  room and the giggle as a few girls see the wet 
spot on George's  trousers.
    My nipples  thrusting hard against my top and quite noticeable as I 
settle unto the floor  and George looks around and picks Alana for his post.
    His face is flushed  and his erection slipping down to press against 
the front of his pants.   Alana giving me a squinty look, letting me know that 
she has to deal with that  problem of his.
    Sitting not even  joining in the small talk as we watch the timer and 
Donna calls out the minute  intervals.  Not sure if I am jealous; but I am a 
little relieved that I got  out of the room when I did.  Ten minutes might 
have been my downfall.   I need to learn more control over my hormones or I 
am going to end up in a  situation I can't reverse.
    Alana blushing as  she comes out of the room, and George is still in a 
state as it looks like he  tried to score in some way and it didn't quite 
work out.  At this point I  think Alana is a little behind me in the hormone 
race and she is also being  careful of my feelings.  Her bra is not totally 
hiding her nipple  bumps.
    George sitting down  by me as Alana continues the game with Jack being 
picked.  Not sure that  she will get much from him; but not sure she wants  
anything.
    As the last person  has their five minutes and the third round 
completed, Donna announces that maybe  that game is getting a bit out of control.
    Some already  leaving and the music now used for dancing and not 
covering the fact we are  playing those games that are not as innocent as they 
might seem as most of us  are sexually aware of the other gender.
    Dancing slow with  Terry and George  and John and having to pull the 
last two's hands from my  ass cheeks as we dance.  Donna having the same 
problem of roving hands and  not minding as much as me.
    Thinking I am  something of a "cock teaser," as I get so excited; but 
holding back.   Actually seeking out other boys to dance with that are not 
trying to grope and  hold me against their body.  Both John and George said 
they wouldn't mine  going into the other room with me.  That thought in my 
head as I slow dance  with the nice boys here.  Donna already disappearing with 
John for a bit  more then five minutes into the Post Office.
    George noticing as  have others and both of them looking a little 
guilty as they return to the big  room.  His voice whispering in my ear that he 
has a problem that is  bothering him and need taking care of soon.
    Waiting a few  minutes and walking over to Donna, quietly asking her if 
George and I could  borrow the back room for a few minutes.  Seeing her 
knowing smile and her  assurance that she will make sure we are not bothered.  
Thanking her and  not sure what I am going to do back there alone with him 
and no immediate time  restraint.
    Letting Alana know  what I am going to do.  Her words, "careful and 
have fun.  Call if you  need help."  An unsure smile on her lips and I 
understand that she is  worried as am I.
    Then walking over  to George and asking him to wait a minute; but meet 
me in the back room.  I  can see he is excited with this prospect.  Almost 
sneaking to the door and  letting myself into the storage room.  Then 
standing and trying not to  think as I wait what seems like a long time.  George 
opening the door and  closing it.  Most likely this didn't fool anyone; but I  
tried.
    George coming to me  and kissing my lips pressing his body against mine 
again and holding me  tight.  "I need some relief Patrie.  You have me so 
fucking aroused it  hurts to walk.  I have blue balls."
    Not sure that I  have done that or maybe his imagination has.  
Unfortunately this back room  has no place to sit as we stand swaying against each 
other and the  wall.  his hand reaching down in a familiar grope and pulls my 
skirt  up and fingers massaging my labia again.  My chest heaving and 
nipples  dragging on his as we kiss and hug spinning slowly till I am against a  
wall. 
    Eyes closing as I  feel my core tickling as his fingers massage my fat 
lips and dip into my tunnel  and by accident touch my clit.  My legs 
buckling at the contact and it  didn't take long to have me on edge and just 
needing a push to send me over the  cliff.
    His erection  already free as his other hand worked his pants down his 
legs.  Not being  rushed with a five minute limit as I grasp it and stroke 
is slowly and feel him  pushing his body to my circling fingers.  Fucking at 
my hand as I wonder  what I should do next.  Knowing that getting down on my 
back and spreading  my legs is not one of the things and kneeling and 
sucking his cock is another I shouldn't do.
    His breathing hot  and bothered as I wet my hand and continue to stroke 
as we kiss.  His  fingers still hit and miss with my nether parts; but 
winning totally with my  nipples.  A light touch or a rough one both weakening 
me flicks, pinches,  rubs and tugs at the hard nubs.  Each and all 
stimulating me at the point  of contact and sending messages of pleasure to my core as 
I feel a buildup low  in my body.
    A soft pressure of  a hand and I kneel down looking at the needy cock 
as I did as the five  minute ended.  My top being annoying as I pull it up 
under  my arms and the torturous fingers keeps it there as they tease my, oh 
so sore,  nipple.  George pulling his shirt up as I kneeling she his body 
naked  from knees to nipples.
    The cock smooth and  white except for the dark red of the plum tip.  
His ball sack tight  under his dick and just a light thatch of light brown 
hair around his  pubic area.
    Using both of my  hands to stroke his erection, Twisting my wrists  as 
each hand slides  up to the crown and then back down.  His body pumping it 
through my fingers  as he rocks on toe and heel into my moist fingers.  
Wetting them again to  let it slide easier.
    My eyes almost  crossing as his cock slide all the way through my hands 
to stare me in the face  from a few inches.  Thankfully his hands can't 
play with my nipple as it  did when we were at eye level with each other.  My 
nipples aching as is my  pussy throbbing; but not contact other then with my 
own arms as they move  forward with his thrusts.
    George bracing his  hands on the wall behind me as his knees flex and 
my body moves back to brace my  back against the wall as I try to escape each 
thrust.
    I imagine  that this must be the motion of a male cock being fucked 
into a  pussy.  I am now thinking in terms of the actual  act.
    Mesmerized by the  knob as it moves closer to me with each thrust.  
Thinking of the Pit and  the Pendulum story by Poe.  Wondering how much time I 
have till it slices  through my lips.
    Giggling as I look  up and see George's face beet red and his cock has 
its flesh stretched taut  showing veins in his shaft.  Wondering how he 
hasn't come yet, being  so  aroused earlier and blue balled and now holding  out.
    Again looking up at  him, "let me know when you are going to cum."  My 
instruction so as to  deflect his spunk into my hand I guess, as I hadn't 
thought about it till  now.
    Just able to hold  off his thrust as he missed my lips by a fraction of 
an inch.  The fat head  brushing  the tip of my long nose.  Feeling like I 
am pinned to the  wall as he rocks forward again and this time the spongy 
head touches my pursed  lips.  His body pushing forward and he holding it 
against my lips  again.  The next rock of his hits meeting my open lips and the 
tip of my  tongue as I flick it against the engorged cap.
    His gasp rewarding  me as he thrusts and holds it close again and I 
lick at the leaking hole,  tasting his precum with my tongue.  Then tension all 
through his legs and  arms as he is trembling.  
    My hand finding his  ball sack and cupping it in my hand as my other 
tries to control his  thrusts.  A gently squeeze as my fingers curl to find 
the delicate orbs,  and that is all that was needed to send him over the top.
    His loud grunt  matching the swelling of his knob and the first clot of 
thick white cream  landing on my face.  The goo striking my nose and lips 
and eyebrow.   The next shot coating my forehead and hair with a long string 
of white  webbing.  
    His body jerking  out additional shots of jism that hit my face and 
then in a scattergun affect,  send droplets of pearly white cream over my neck 
and breasts and skirt and lower  thighs.  My hand releasing his nut sack too 
late and looking up as more of  his goo dribbles out of the distended slit 
of of cock.
    My fingers stroking  up and milking more of his cream to ooze out the 
tip and slip onto my wrist and  fingers.  A satisfied sound as I one more 
time milk his shaft of its venom  and sit back as he settles on his feet and 
looks down with a big smile on his  face.
    "Fucker, why didn't  you warn me."  My body looking like that of one of 
the women in a porn  magazine covered with his seed.  His cock thrusted to 
my face and without  thinking licking it clean.  Tasting his semen and musk 
as I tidy up his  body.
    George stepping  back and as I push away from the wall and daub at my 
face, fingers cleaning it  of his strings of discharge.  Licking it from my 
fingers as I have no other  options as I look around for tissue or paper 
towels.
    "You have some in  your hair."  A helpful comment, but I have to search 
for it myself as he  isn't touching his cum.  My face shiney and sticky as 
I wipe off the thick  globs; but a sheen of sticky moisture remains.
    "Give me a hanky or  something," demanding something to help clean this 
mess; but he stands looking  stupidily content at getting off and no care 
in the world it  seems.
    My nipples and  stomach dotted with the cum looking like smelted sugar 
on a sticky bun.   Wiping and licking it from my fingers and then scrapping 
with my nails at the  spots on my denim skirt.
    Just noticing the  pain in my knees as I push myself off the floor and 
brush at them as I look down  and see wet spots on my blouse and skirt.  
Hoping none of the white cream  is unseen and showing on my face or hair.
    Thinking, "bastard"  as he won't even kiss my lips now.  Tucking his 
cock in his pants, now a  wiggly worm of soft flesh and pulling up his pants.
    Almost ready to cry  as he is so inconsiderate.  Pissed at him as he 
reaches to my nipples and  teases them for a little bit.  Trying to pull my 
chest away as I need more  then a nipple caress.
    "Thanks Patrice, I  need that."  His laughter inane as he hasn't 
considered that I need  something also.  "Oh."  His hands reaching to my skirt and 
lifting it  and here I am thinking he is going to give me relief.  "Can I 
have your  panties?"  His hands already reaching to the waistband and tugging 
them  over my ass cheeks.
    Not even going to  make a scene as I realize how thoughtless boys and 
men can be after they have  had their cum.
    Stepping out of the  bikinis and bending to hand them to George.  I can 
feel them moist and  smell them fragrant.  His hand balling them and 
shoving them in a pocket of  his pants.
    "C'mon, lets get  back to the party.   Taking my hand and feeling him 
realize it is  sticky as he leads me back to the main room.  Donna smiling as 
we step out  and seeing others noticing also.   Alana looking to me and 
seeing  tears in my eyes and walking over.
    "You okay  Patticakes?"  Donna joining us and suggesting maybe I wanted 
wash up in the  bathroom.  
    Nodding as I close  the door and look in the mirror.  The bright light 
showing the shininess of  my face and touching it feeling the sticky 
residue.  Taking some paper  towels and washing my face and then my chest.  Drying 
off and composing  myself as I am frustrated and pissed off with boys.
    In a funk as the  party wears and then wears down.  Leaving with Alana 
and Terry and walking  back home.  Just getting a little dark as we part 
company with Alana and  silently walk alongside of Terry.  George didn't even 
give me a kiss after  cumming on my face.  
    Sighing a loud  audible one and Terry looking at me.  "You okay 
Patrice?"  Looking at  him and nodding and a weak smile.  "Yes, thanks for  asking."
    Shy looking at me  still, "I enjoyed kissing you.......and the rest of 
it."  Smiling back,  thinking maybe I am infatuated with the wrong boy.  
Still a couple of  blocks from my house as I look around and then give Terry a 
kiss on the lips and  then walking again.
    "Can we do that  again?"  Surprised as I stop and turn to him.  Who 
would have thought  that he would have the courage to ask.
    Looking around and  leading him to a tree and arms going around his 
waist and pulling him to me as I  lean to kiss his lips again, parting mine and 
giving a tip of my tongue.   His mouth opening and allowing me to push into 
it and find his tongue in a short  duel.
    My body, nipples  and groin pressed against his as I turn my head side 
to side and really enjoy  this kiss.  I can feel his cock swelling his pants 
as I continue this long  deep kiss.  My hand reaching down and finding his 
bulge and squeezing it  and then rubbing it slowly.
    Breaking the kiss,  "I am not trying to tease you Terry.  Just thank 
you in some way for your  words of kindness.  Sighing as I release his 
erection and knowing this  isn't the time or place in the middle of a public street.
    "Another time maybe  I can reward you properly."  Meaning my words at 
the moment and seeing his  weak smile, not sure if he believes me or not.
    The rest of the  walk quiet and just a parting good night as I find my 
house and the safety of my  room and so want to talk with Lonnie a.k.a. 
Alana, as I think over the past few  hours.
    What reputation I  will have after that party I don't even want to 
think on as I am sure everyone  will be talking about me and George and maybe 
John.  Most likely Donna will  be matched with him in the rumours.  
    Graduation  keeping me from any more escapades as Alana and I are able 
to compare  notes.  Alana telling me that George was out of control after 
the five  minutes with me, wrestling with him to protect her breasts and 
pussy.  She  did touch his penis and kiss French; but no more then that as she 
told him  she was my friend.  I am thankful that she did no more with him;  
but wouldn't have blamed her as she is as eager and hormone hyped as I am  to 
learn more and experience more.
    The grapevine  having me as not being a virgin and in different views 
as having  fucked and sucked  both John and George.  A ten minute limit 
instead  of five would definitely have had me sucking John and maybe George and  
more.
    The graduation  anti-climatic as nothing special and all of us on our 
best behavior.  Donna  whispering in my ear at one point that she thinks I am 
hot.  A similarity  between me and Donna is that we are both tall, slender, 
small breasted and plain  maybe pretty on a good day.  Maybe that is why we 
try harder then others to  compensate in some ways.
    Calm parties with  families and some classmates end the first phase of 
our education, both  intellectually and sexually.  Some where between grade 
school and first  year of high as we now have a summer to mature.
    Trying to stay away  from being alone with George, he still hasn't 
found the courage to call me on  the phone and I think it would be a bad idea as 
my mom is not in favor of girls  dating at my age and me dating at all.  
Tramp that is what she has called  me on occasion for my dress or actions that 
she has seen.  Not sure what  she would call me if she knew about me and 
George and Donna's party and  all.  She would send me to a nunnery instead of 
a Catholic High  School.
    We have gone  swimming as a group at Pulaski Park and Spratt Park where 
there are public  pools.  It is where the big busted girls get to show off 
as they bulge  their tops and threaten to spill out for public viewing.  Us 
other girls  able to wear two pieces suits and no one paying us much 
attention as we don't  make a dent in the top other then small nipple bumps when 
excited.  However  we do look better when it come to the bikini bottoms.  I 
haven't shown my  mother the suit that I wear; but it doesn't look like the 
two piece I wore when  I was ten or younger.  There are curves instead of flat 
lines up and  down.  I would be looking trampy for sure in her  estimation.
    George and the rest  of the boys trying to find out where we are going 
to pool party and then meet us  there or just show up.  He still manages to 
cop some feels of my breasts  and ass in the pool by accident of course.  
And likes to lie by the pool  with me after a swim as my nipples are more 
noticeable and occasionally my  bottoms bunch showing a slit or heaven help me, 
a camel  toe.
    It is not just the  boys from school that look at us; but other boys, 
younger and older and some  creepy older men also.  Donna is a tart and 
purposely cock teases any and  all when in the mood.  Mine isn't intentionally; 
but I do on occasion  notice an erection that might have been caused by me.  
George is an  exception as he always manages to let me see he has an  
erection.
    I know I can't keep  putting it off; but at some time I will be with 
him alone again and I don't know  how I will respond.  I tried to let him know 
through Alana that he was  inconsiderate in my estimation.
    On my way back from  listening to music and talking with Alana, I met 
the three musketeers.   Geroge his usual outgoing self and giving me a hug 
and I held him off from the  kiss.    Terry and Mike saying hello as they were 
all going to  George's how to play some music and some poker.  George 
whispering that he  had a pint bottle of bourbon that they were going to  share.
    Sounds exciting for  them maybe; but bourbon isn't something that I 
have heard many women mentioning  as their drink of choice.  No time 
constraints on me as I don't have to be  home for any reason so allowing them to talk 
me into stopping over for a few  minutes.  It is only a couple of blocks 
away.  
    George's parents  are both away, dad working and mom on a shopping trip 
to Danbury, CT.  His  siblings with his mom.  
    A little nervous as  I enter his house, looking around to see who might 
be watching or seeing  me.  Climbing the stairs to his bedroom in the 
attic.  Actually a nice  size space and one room finished there and the other 
space  storage.
    Posters on the wall  and his models assembled and painted on shelves.  
Looking around and his  full size bed dominating the space and feeling a 
flush as I look around and see  an old shabby sofa against one wall and a desk 
and chair the only other places  to sit.
    Standing looking at  Mike and Terry as George leaves and comes back 
with four juice glasses and a  couple of cans of Coke.
    "Partytime guys and  gal."  Taking a small bottle from behind some 
books and twisting the top  open to pour some in each of the small glasses and 
then adding coke to  each.   "Drink up to our 8th Grade Class and High school 
here we  come."
    Sipping the drink  and not finding it tasting bad with the soda 
diluting it and covering the  taste.
   "Okay lady and gents  music is on and open to requests. "  Reaching for 
a poker chip holder  and pulling out a deck of cards, he counts the chips 
out on the bed in four even  piles.  Three of us sitting on the sides and 
bottom of the bed and George  sitting at the head proper.
    Shuffling and  dealing the cards out quickly.  Game changing with the 
dealer as we do 5  card Stud and 5 card Draw, dealers choice of game and  
wildcards.
    You might think I  would be at a disadvantage being a girl; but I have 
played card games most of my  life.  So I know my way around a table.  No 
one going wild as we play  calmly and I win some and lose others.  No big 
winners as we do another  round of bourbon and coke.  Feeling a little warmer 
for the drinks; but no  other effect.  George adding some potato chips and 
pretzels as  snacks.  And it does help with my empty stomach, even though I was 
 embarrassed when it growled loud enough to be heard.
    George getting  braver and betting more then he should and the pots 
escalating till he ends up  busted. Taking the moment to ask about  his 
bathroom with an embarrassed blush and using the facilities.  My head  not as clear 
as when I started and feeling the flush of heat in my body from the  drinks 
I would guess.  Tinkling and wiping good and yes I did lock the door  first.
    Pouring our third  round of short drinks, this round shorter as there 
is only half the soda and  more bourbon then before.  Playing another round 
of hands after loaning  George some chips.
    So far I have been  able to keep an eye on George and myself as I am 
wearing shorts that are loose  in the leg and a tank top and sneakers and 
socks.  And of course bra and  panties.  Not giving him a reason to get excited 
or the others for that  matter.  And surprisingly no innunedos of a sexual  
nature.
    Feeling relaxed as  George announces that maybe we should change the 
game.  Thinking he is  going to go for Black Jack; but instead suggesting   
Strip  Poker.
    Warning alarms  going off as I look at him sitting with a "shit ass" 
grin on his face.  I  am willing to bet they have not played that game with 
just the three of  them.
    Feeling a flush as  I sit and don't say a thing, waiting to here what 
the others have to say.   "Well.  What do you say?"  Looking boyish and 
earnest in his request  and Terry saying okay if everyone is good for it and Mike 
saying okay.  
    That leaving me as  the one who hasn't answered and then thinking, "you 
guys go ahead, I will  sit  this one out."
    George looking  crestfallen as they know and I know there is no real 
game if I don't   play.  "Ah, come on Patrice its just a game, nothing  more."
    Finishing my drink  and then agreeing maybe.  "What are the rules?"  
Thinking that George  has something up his sleeve and most likely told the 
guys when I was in the  loo.
    "You wearing bra  panties?"  Knowing that question is for me and 
looking askance at  him.  "Just trying to figure how many items you are wearing.  
If us  guys are wearing underwear then we have seven items and you have 
eight.   Seems a fair start giving you an extra item."  Nodding to  assent.
    "Now you have to  bet an item before each hand naming what you are 
betting.  When you lose  your last item you wait till everyone is out but the 
last person and they win a  kiss from the person of their choice."
    My eye brows  lifting to let him know that the odds are that I will be 
kissing someone at the  end.  "Oh, also that we will have a five minute 
limit on the kissing.   And you can go in the next room if shy about kissing in  
public."
    Laughing out loud  now as I look as his attempt to be serious.  "You 
have to be kidding.   I really should sit this out and watch the winner do his 
 kissing."
    Finally and okay  from everyone as George refills out glasses, no coke 
left this time.  My  resolve weakening as the alcohol is absorbed into my 
bloodstream.  Pretzels  and chip not helping much.
    "Make your bets  lady and gents."  Shoes and then socks the first items 
lost.  Everyone  winning at least one hand and that keeping us going 
another round of  deals.  Once the shoes and socks have become the winnings of 
George and  Mike, my choice becomes my bra, surprising them, and Terry offering 
his  shirt.  I think George is cheating and Mike lucky as Mike wins and I 
amaze  them with my bra strip without taking off my tank top.
    I can see that the  fix is in and that I can stop now or lose as 
destiny dictates.  Thinking  and then offering my shorts as my next time and Terry 
going with his  pants.  Mike winning this time and watching the boys watch 
me and not Terry  as we take off our losses and throw them onto the bed.
    Terry looking  flushed in just his jockey shorts and I can feel the 
tension in the room as I  sit in just my panties and my tank top that is 
bulging with nipple  points.
    George obviously a  bit excited as he legs crossed, Mike losing his 
shirt in the next round as does  George and I have offered up my tank top.
    Though I expected  this game would come to this, I am not prepared to 
show off my trampy body; but  losing is losing.  Reaching to my waist 
crossing my arms and lifting the  top up and over my small breasts and nipples 
dragging on the material.  A  soft moan bitten back quickly as I sit on the bed, 
my arms resting across my  chest and mostly covering my breasts.  
    Surprising me and  everyone else I think, I don't lose the next hand 
and that strips Mike and  George of their pants and Terry of his underwear.  
One hand reaching to try  to cover his pubic area and not quite hiding his 
semi-erect cock and ball  sack.
    Dealing this time  an not able to hide my breasts as all three boys 
looking at my nipples and not  my hands.  Would have been the perfect time to 
cheat and palm some cards;  but not familiar with the deck and wanting to 
play it straight.  Actually  wondering what it will feel like to lose.  Just 
three of us left and Terry  just watching as we take cards and of course Mike 
won.  George and I losing  our underpants.
    No one watching  George strip his off shorts; but at me as I stand and 
shimmy out of my  panties.  My body totally nude for the first time in front 
of these boys to  including George.
    Not sure if this  the first look a teenage pussy for Mike and Terry; 
but definitely not for  George.  He has probably seen more teenage pussies 
then  me.
    Sitting back  demurely on the bed, legs together now, as they look me 
over and seeming to want  to see more.
    "What?"   Asking the question.  Then answering it as I am feeling my 
body alive and  the bourbon having unleashed my inhibitions.  "You want to see 
it,  well I will show you if you guys stand and show me.  George and  Terry 
sort of hiding their hard on and Mike doing the same in front of his  
shorts which also is sporting an erection.  Standing up and stepping back  from 
the bed opening my legs shoulder width apart and thankful that I don't have  
straight lines below my waist, as I expose the fine wisps of pubic hair and 
the  swollen labia.  My lower lips like my nipples are maybe a little  
large.  Hands on hips and staring from one to the next to the last one of  them.
    "There, now you  guys have seen what you wanted to when you suggested 
this game."  I would  cup my breasts for them; but think it would look sad as 
my hands would be mostly  empty.  My gaze moving over the boys again and 
then settling on Mike.   "Do you want your five minutes here in front of the 
guys or you want to go to  the room across from here?"
    Walking around the  bed to him and taking his hand in mine.  "You guys 
don't cover up, I expect  to see your packages since you have seen mine.
    Mike is a very pale  skinned red head with lots of freckles. Tall and 
lean like Terry a bit shier it  seems and he has a prickly attitude as I 
remember.  Thinking this is a  little ridiculous him in those tighty whiteys 
with the bulge in  front.
    Closing the door  behind us as I swipe the bottle and bring it along 
with us.  Turning to  face Mike and handing him the bottle and telling hi to 
take some and then  swigging some my eyes watering and the taste still no 
better then the last  almost straight drink in my glass.  Placing the bottle on 
the floor and  stepping back to let him look again and then moving forward 
to wrap my hands  around his waist and press my lips to his.  Feeling 
resistance as my tongue  pushes over his closed lips; but not finding entrance.
    Pulling myself  tighter to touch from crotch to chest against him.  My 
hard nipples aching  as they touch the warm flesh of his chest.  My mound 
pressing against the  bulge in the front of his shorts.  Grinding slowly 
against it as I try  again with a kiss on the lips and feeling them open to allow 
my tongue  entrance.
    Reaching and taking  his hands and placing them on the rounded cheeks 
of my ass, holding them there  till I know he is not going to pull them away. 
 Then again moving against  his body one arm pulling his chest against me 
as my other wraps around his ass  and pulls him tight.
    Worrying his lips  with mine as I reach around and take his hand off of 
my ass cheek and place it  on my mound and the other one on my nipple.  
Using my hand to show him what  to do, fingers brushing the hard nub as I move 
his hand again my  pubes.
    Trying not to be  too aggressive; but on the clock so to speak and 
wanting his hands on me as much  as I want to see and touch his penis.  His 
hands finally moving on their  own over my labia and nipple as I reach between 
us and slowly peel his shorts  down over his ass cheeks.  Dropping them down 
to his ankles as I reach  between us and grasp the erect dick in my fingers. 
 Stroking it as we kiss  again, his lips more active as I hear his moan of 
pleasure.  His cock not  much different then George and John.  Nothing 
overly long or thick from  what I can tell and circumcised.  I would love to see 
one that wasn't and  how it looks when not fully erect.  That it is in a 
sheath of skin sounds  interesting; but also a bit unsanitary as I have read up 
on  this.
    Just a very thin  scattering of red hairs around his cock and nut sack. 
 Hearing his  breathing deeper as I wet my palm and work his cock a little 
more vigorouly as  my mine is tuned to a timer and what to do in the time  
allotted.
    Wondering if they  rigged who won or just rigged that it wouldn't be 
me.  Feeling the fingers  adventurous as the slip along  between my slit and 
am sure he is finding  some moisture wetting it.
    Not looking at the  boy as a man and hoping he isn't comparing me naked 
to a woman in one of those  nude magazines.  Mike gasping more and grabbing 
my hand to slow it down as  I think he is close to coming an maybe 
embarrassed to let it  happen.
    Look at me an  expert on this stuff and only seen an jacked off a few 
cocks.  Switching  his hand from one nipple to the other as I am starting to 
feel that the over  stimulation is going to be my undoing.  
    Then abruptly Mike  taking my hand off of his penis and his hands off 
of me an announcing that time  is up.  Surprised as I am sure George and 
Terry wouldn't kept this to a  five minute limit.  I was going to jerk him off; 
but not stand in the line  of fire this time.
    His hands pulling  his shorts back up and seeing the erection causing 
some problems with their  fit.  Grabbing the bottle of bourbon, looking at 
the level which is low and  taking another swig of the hot fiery liquid.
    George and Terry  still naked, covering their packages.  Walking to 
them and giving each a  kiss on the lips as Mike moves to the side and his face 
is as red as his  hair.
    "Can we squeeze  three on that sofa you think.  You don't mind touching 
bare bodies  guys?
     Walking to the two  boys sitting on the sofa, looking to Mike and 
seeing him shaking his head,  "no."
    Using my ass to  shove myself between the two boys sitting and finding 
it a tight but doable  fit.
    My hands reaching  to each of the boys thighs and then brushing against 
the erection thrusting  proudly upwards.  George and Terry reaching for one 
of my thighs at the  same time and other hand teasing a nipple.  Thinking 
maybe I should have  thought this out better as I can feel the tingling of my 
nipples already sending  signals to my core.
    Mike reaching for  his clothing and saying he has to go somewhere.  I 
think he is shy about  being seen as a lusty boy, as he still has an erection 
jammed in his  pants.
    Grabbing his hand  as he passes by us and tugging him down to give him 
a kiss on the lips.   "Are you sure you don't want to stay?"
    A shake of his head  and he is gone we a goodbye floating behind him.  
The other boys not  seeming upset by his leaving as my hands are now feeling 
out the tools of the  boys.  Comparing one to the other and thankfully not 
having to comment on a  difference in size or shape.
    The shaft warm and  soft on the outside and the engorged blood making 
it sturdy and hard in the  core.  There sacks nestling between their spread 
legs, almost hairless as  are their pubes.
    Slipping forward to  the edge of the sofa as the fingers investigate 
the full lips, folds and the  interesting ridges protecting my slit.  My 
breathing increasing as there  other hands are the ones that are stroking the 
fire building deeper in my lower  body.  My eyes closing as they move their 
fingers over my nips and  breasts.  I bet my legs would be buckling if I was 
standing from the  stimulation.  George moving to suckle my nipple, turning to 
me.   Turning my head to Terry and kissing him with open lips as someone's 
fingers are  getting brave and pulling into my wet opening.  Moaning into 
Terry's mouth  even though I think it is Geroge's digets intruding.
    Breaking the kiss  to wet my hands as I stroke slow and steadily along 
each of my shafts.   George is getting more out of control as I nudge his 
head away from my  chest.  "Sit back boys and let me help both of you."
    The fingers still  teasing my chest and between my legs; but the boys 
resting back and letting my  fingers move over and around their needy cocks.  
Using palm and fingers and  nails to arouse and build up the pressure in 
these volcanic  cocks.
    Trying to judge the  state of their arousal; but not that as 
experienced at it might seem.   Actually surprised as Terry lifts up off the sofa and 
his jism spurts in a high  arc into the air.  Concentrating on his dick now 
as I milk the more of his  cream from his gushing opening.  Aiming the 
spurts away from the floor in  front of him and now tilting it to send the 
strings of goo unto my thighs and  chest.
    George's hand  pulled away from my pussy as splatters of seed land in 
droplets of white on my  body.  The last spurt weak and barely escaping the 
cum slit and oozing  sticky onto my fingers as I milk the last of it from his 
opening.  Rubbing  my thumb over the hole and smearing it over the spongy  
head.
    Still holding  Terry's in my hand, as I turn to add a little more 
pressure to my grip on George  and working it as I watch his head swelling and as 
I feel a tensing of his  thighs, aim his load to spurt more goo onto my 
body, globs of creme resting on  my thigh and slowly sliding to the valley of 
my inner thighs.  Tummy and  chest dotted with pearls of seed as I massage 
the last of his cum from his  softening cock.
    Noticing that both  boys have lost interest in my nipples and pussy as 
the seed erupted and seeming  have fear of semen.  Giggling, as I think I 
should be afraid of it not  them.
    Swiping the first  spurt from Terry's thighs with my finger and licking 
the goo from my hand and  then leaning to lick over the head of his cock 
and then a soft kiss on the  softening head.  George having less of a mess as 
I aimed his ejaculations  at my body and cleaning his tip as I milk one more 
time up the shaft and  lick off the head and then a soft kiss for his organ 
also.
    Then as they sit  primly watching as I slowly use my fingers to clean 
the worse of the slick creme  till just a slick clear sheen on my body from 
the  releases.
    Careful to not get  any of the cum in the area of my pussy lips.  I am 
not sure what or what  cannot happen; but not taking a chance.  I am sure my 
licking and  swallowing it will not get me pregnant.
    Looking around and  not finding tissue, as you wouldn't in a boys room, 
and then using my panties  from the floor to wipe more of the stick sheen 
from my  body.
    The boys watching  quietly, all three of us lost for words.  Not sure 
what they are thinking  of me and if maybe they should have left when Mike 
did.
    The boys dressing  and watching as I slip my clothing back on my body.  
This is not how I  expected my day to be after leaving Alana.
        Terry finally excusing himself and giving him a hug rather then a 
kiss as  he leaves.  Leaving me with George and wondering if I shouldn't have 
left  as soon as they suggested Strip Poker.  If any of them tell about it, 
I  will really be considered a tramp, not just in name by my mother; but 
also by  all who hears about me.
    The next few weeks  George finding reasons and opportunities for me to 
visit his house and my hand  job technique improving with each squirt.  Not 
another game of Strip Poker  or visit to the house with Terry or Mike 
present.  Thinking George is not  wanting to share his good fortune of a willing 
masturbator beating him  off.
    My reputation not  shining with the white glow of pure Catholic girl; 
but not stained with the word  of slut.  Seems everyone is keeping in their 
pants, what happens in their  pants.
    Alana giving Terry  a little hand job in a theater in one of our group 
dates with our  classmates.  The gang shrinking as in high school some of us 
are going to  the Catholic High and other going to the public high school.  
I am slowing  winning back Alana's respect as she must have thought of me 
as going quickly  down the bad road, when I told her about the Strip Poker 
day.  She is more  comfortable with me just doing one naked boy at a time.  I 
have to say that  I am also.  I let myself into a situation that didn't turn 
out really bad;  but could easily have.
    Pulaski Park fairly  empty today as I go to sit on the bleachers and 
watch the pickup game of a bunch  of preteen boys.  Doesn't say much for my 
social life; but George still  hasn't phoned my house, afraid of my mum I 
guess.  So we meet more by  accident then intent.  He thinks I am his girl; but 
we really haven't been  on a date one on one unless you call jerking him on 
his sofa a  date.
    The bleachers just  a few rows of benches and foot boards.  Nothing 
fancy as the field is only  good for pickup games and softball.  Glancing over 
at the playground  equipment and the young kids and moms, wishing I was as 
carefree as those  kids.  
    The weather quite  warm as it is now almost 90 and not a cloud in the 
sky.  A little sticky as  I am sweating under my arms and where my legs and 
torso meet.  I have  lotion on to get me a nice tan; but still have to worry 
about getting a nasty  burn.  My skin tans well and the tank I am wearing as 
thin straps that I  have pushed down off my shoulders to try to tan up my 
strap marks.  Long  legs stretched on the seat in front of me turning them 
slowly to get the inside  and outside of my lower legs and thighs.  My shorts 
cut high and loose  legged, so I have a lot of leg to tan.
    I will get some sun  here and then maybe go over town to do some window 
shopping and see if I can  find any of the gang.  Alana away with her mom 
today so no real  plans.
    "Hi, Patrice.   I think these dudes are a bit young for you."  The 
laughter full of  innuendo as I turn to see John standing alongside of the 
bleachers.  His  eyes moving my face to my chest and down to my legs and then 
back to the field  and the young kids playing their hearts out with visions of 
being the next Major  League Star.
    John not going to  Lourdes, and a bit older then others in our class.  
Looking at him and  seeing him dragging on a cigarette and wearing a tee 
shirt and jeans.  
    "I am surprised to  see you here in this park.  Not hot babes to pick 
up today unless you like  some of those moms."  My fingers pointing out the 
mothers and kids across  the field.
    John smiling at my  jab " I got a few beers here and was going to drink 
them in peace; but I  could share with you."  Looking at his hand and 
seeing he has plastic six  pack holder and three cans dangling from it.  I am 
thinking it was a six  pack to begin with.
    Another wider  smile, I a haven't seen you Patrice since Donna's party. 
 Did you like that  I picked you for a Special Delivery?"  I can see that 
he is thinking of  that moment of almost weakness on my part.
    Not asking, but  climbing up to sit next to me on the bench, beers next 
to his feet , first  touching the beer to the side of my thigh.  The cool 
can drawing a small  shriek
pull my leg away.   "Asshole."
    His laughter again  as he reaches down and pulls one of the beers from 
the holder and pulls the  tab.  Taking a gulp of the beer and then nudging 
me with his arm.   "Have some."
    Looking at him and  then reaching for the can and trying to hide that 
it is beer, sipping at the  cold liquid.  The taste not high on my list; but 
I have to say that the  cold feeling refreshing as I am a little parched.  
Looking at my shoulders  and pulling the strap back in place.  Then at my 
legs and setting them on  the floor board. 
    "I think I am going  to get a burn if I stay in the sun much more.  
Reaching to my shoulder bag  and taking out a bottle of lotion and rubbing it 
into my left shoulder and  arm.  The moisture shiny with its grease or oil as 
I rub it into my  skin.  My favorite flavor, coconut.
    John reaching and  taking the bottle of lotion from my hand.  "Let me 
do that for you."   Not a question as he squirts some on his fingers and 
begins to rub it into my  other shoulder with slow circular motion.
    For a boy who seems  a little rough he has a nice soft touch with the 
lotion.  Handing me the  beer can as he squeezes more and rubs it into my 
back where I can't get it very  well.  Pulling the straps out of the way and 
using both hands to work it in  my skin and work the tightness in my back 
muscles.    "Hmmmmmmhh."
    It feels really  good as I take another sip of the beer and find it 
doesn't taste as bad with  each additional.  His hands rubbing the top of my 
chest and pushing his  hands away as he tries to do lower then my tank top  
covers.
    Laughing, "I  thought you could take the top off and get an all over 
tan."  Looking at  him with an impish grin, "They may be little boy breasts; 
but those nipples are  the real thing and shirtless would not go good with 
those moms over  there."
    Pointing with can  in my hand to the mothers and kids across the field. 
 Undaunted as he makes  a noisy squirt of lotion and slaps it onto my 
thigh.  Looking at it as it  is high where my shorts pant leg begin.  "You ever 
get any on your  legs?"  The question obvious to me as he is asking if a boy 
has sprayed my  legs with his cum.  The lotion looking quiet similar in 
texture if not in  taste or potentcy.
    Slapping his arm,  "you pervert."  Laughing loudly as I watch him 
spread the thick puddle of  goo and move it into a think sheen  as his hands 
massage it deep into the  skin.  My hand between my thighs, cupped to keep him 
from accidentally  touching what he shouldn't be touching.
    The whole process  only taking a few minutes; but I have to say that he 
has raised my excitement  level.  Emptying the can of beer with a burp and 
a giggle as I slap his  hand away as he tries to pull my pant legs higher.  
There is no higher as I  can feel his fingers snapping the side of my 
panties.  Pulling the loose  material down to cover the sides of my legs and 
slapping his hand away as he  tugs at the inside of my shorts.
    "You are  relentless."  Laughing again as look at the game on the field 
and then  those across at the younger kids and moms.  His finger on the 
seat we are  sitting on and teasing at the hem of my tank top with his roaming  
fingers.
    "You need another  beer John, to cool you down."  Reaching down to the 
partial sixpack, my  breast brushing his hand and my head his thigh as I 
lean over and pull another  apart from the plastic ring.
    "Warn me before you  do that, you got me totally excited with that 
move."  And of course that  drawing my eyes to his pants and the look of a bulge 
in his  pants.
    "Good thing you  didn't wear shorts, you would be expecting me to lube 
you up."  Looking at  him from under my lowered eyelids the innocent look, 
or so as I can pull it  off.
    The conversation  now bordering on more then kidding and having it 
effect on him and me as I look  down and my nipples are swollen and pushing at 
my tank top.  Not quite sure  when it started happening; but maybe I should 
not have taken my bra off  earlier.
    Sharing this beer  with him and wondering what I should have had for 
lunch and didn't.  I am  thinking I don't have capacity or is it stamina to 
drink  alcohol.
    His hand brushing  against my thigh and the pant leg of my shorts 
snapping me out of my  reverie.  No stopping him as he pushes my shorts up again 
exposing the side  of my bikini panties.
    Slowly moving his  hand up the side of my leg and over the top and back 
down, as he moves his  fingers just under the loose pant leg.  Feeling a 
trembling in my legs as  his hand  now move down the inside of my thigh to my 
knee and then slides  back up again.  The continued movement relaxing and 
stimulating at the same  time.
    Not pressuring me;  but his slow movement causing my legs to slowly 
move apart and allow more of my  leg to be caressed.  Hand in my lap to stop 
the advance too far.  A  wordless game of wills as we finish the second beer 
as we swapped it back and  forth.
    No one really  watching us as I lean back leaning supporting with my 
elbows on the seat behind  me.  Seeing his look as I lay back open, arms out 
of the way to impede his  wandering hand.
    No words as he  slides his hand between my spread legs and the edge of 
his hand bumping my pubic  area.  Closing my eyes as he grinds the edge 
against my labia and  slit.  Take a low moan from my lips as my eyes slit and I 
watch him and the  game and the playground area.  
    My breathing heavy  as I force myself to breath steady as his hand keep 
rubbing on my swollen  labia.  Opening my eyes as a shadow blocks the sun 
and I see his lips about  to touch mine.  Wetting them with my tongue and 
taking his kiss and kissing  back.  Tongues dueling as he is turned to me and 
his blocking body slipping  fingers under the inside of my pant leg and 
stroking along the slit and pressing  the material between my lips.  I can feel 
moisture and hear the finger  rubbing on the grease as he saws along my slit.
    Eyes closing as he  presses me back further, my arms bracing to keep me 
from falling and not able to  pull his hand away from my groin or the one 
now slipping up under my tank top  and quickly capturing a hard nipple.
    Shaking with the  strain on my arms and the tension in my body, as he 
works my nipples, one then  the other hard.  Not gentle but totally 
stimulating as they swell more and  are alive with sensation, sending messages to my 
inner  core.
    Finally, "please,  stop please."  My words a combination of moans mixed 
with a whimper of  surrender as I am helpless to even push his hands away.
    He has me so  aroused that I am afraid that I am going to have an 
orgasm right her on the  bleachers and not sure it won't be a noisy one.
    My mewling  increasing in volume as he is relentless in his assault of 
my nipples.   Finding myself close as he works my upper body and then I 
realize he has wormed  his way inside of my panties and his finger is deep in my 
tunnel, stroking as if  it was a cock there.  
    Eyes wide pleading  again as is my mouth as I try to force words from 
my mouth as he keep pressing  my lips.  "Please, please........please not 
here."
    Looking into his  brown eyes and seeing his cruel smile as he breaks 
the kiss.  His eyes  holding mine as I lay back looking up.  Then his hands 
pulling free from  under my top and under my shorts.
    Sucking on his  stink finger as he straighten up.  Then weakly pushing 
myself up out of my  helpless position and taking a deep breath that ends in 
a moan.   Straightening my top over the swollen tips and tugging my pant 
legs down to  cover my panties as I tuck my labia under the panel.  How he 
pushed them to  the side I don't know or remember.  Looking decent as I take 
another deep  breath and then another.
    My mine finally  settling into a more focused state as I look at  John 
with fear as he  reaches down and hands me my shoulder bag and places the 
last can of beer in  it.  Then taking my hand leading me from the bleachers to 
around back to  walk along a path leading into the woods surrounding the  
park.
    Whispering in my  ear, "please, please......please not here."A wash of 
warm breath against my neck  and ear, "those were your words Patrice."  
Shivering as I find his breath  as erotic as his fingers.
    Leading me into  that stretch of pines trees and deep from the path as 
he leans me against a bole  and moves to kiss me again.  My mouth not 
resisting as I open tongue  flicking to me his.
    His hands pulling  up and over my head the tank top, leaving me naked 
from the waist up as he  presses my back into the rough bark of the tree.
    His mouth and hand  attacking my nipples and breasts as he suckles and 
pinches and pulls and plucks  and pinches and tugs the sensitive tips, 
alternating between one and the  other.  Relentless in his attack and making me 
totally helpless to  resist.  
    My hand holding his  head and pushing through his hair, not trying to 
push him away; but holding him  close to his target.  Moaning loudly into the 
forest of trees as he tongue  lashes my chest.
    John's free hand  moving down my flat stomach and reaching to the front 
of my shorts.   Deftly undoing the buttons with one hand and then reaching 
behind me to tug them  over my ass cheeks and back to the front.  Falling to 
my ankles as I  stand in just my low cut panties, the middle panel leaking 
with my  grease.
    Pleading  again,  "please, don't please enough."  My words on deaf 
ears.   "No more pleading Patrice." One hand keeping me pinned to the tree, 
fingers  massaging the long thick nipple.  My will faltering as I feel tears in 
my  eyes.  The other hand sawing the middle panel of my panties into my fat  
labia.  My ass wiggling against the bole of the tree, as I try to escape  
the steady pressure of the hand between my legs.
    My breathes, loud  pants as my insides are churning with sensation.  
Hissing as the hand  pushing the material again into my wet lips and then 
hooking the waistband of my  panties and tugging them down enough in front to 
press his thumb into the folds  protecting my clit.  The pad of the finger 
pressing and rubbing gently on  the little smooth button.
    My legs buckling as  I try to escape from the finger, whimpering in 
total helplessness as John takes  a small orgasm from my body as my insides 
roil and contract with the overload of  sensation.
    "Oooohhhhhh,  fuck."  My hips thrusting forward after another 
contraction inside of   dripping hole.
    John laughing  loudly as he continues to rub my clitoris keeping me 
unable to think straight,  building my young body to another peak.
    Hiccupping loudly  as my eyes closed I just writhe against his hands 
and fingers.  Finally  hands trying to push him away; but just having no 
strength as he continues to  batter down my defenses.
    "Pull your panties  down."  The words not a question; but a statement 
of what I have to  do.  My hands shaky as they hook in the waistband and peel 
them down my  hips and over my ass.  Feeling the middle panel stuck between 
my labia as I  jerk and they slip halfway down my thigh.   And then with a 
jiggle  they slip to my ankles on top of my shorts.
    John's thumb never  leaving the folds and his pressure on my small 
button.  Not able to think  for myself as I just respond to his tactile contact. 
 Stripped total naked  and vulnerable as I can not defend myself.  My will 
broken and body young  and just past immature; but not ready for this next 
step, whatever it is going  to be.
    Shivering as the  pressure on clit and nipple continues, "undo my pants 
Patrice."  My fingers  trembling as they undo his belt and the button on 
his jeans and then the zipper  opening with a small metal sound.  Then tugging 
at his jeans and pushing  them down and then his jockey shorts.  Feeling 
the warm thump of his cock  striking my hand as push them down to his thighs.
    John stepping  closer and I can feel the blunt head of his dick 
touching my inner thigh.   Whimpering as he applies more pressure on my clitoris 
and my legs jerk open to  try to escape the stimulation and rewarded with the 
head of his cock rubbing  against my fevered pussy lips.
    Not wanting him to  shove it in; but really helpless at this point to 
resist.  John teasing my  lower body with the warm contact.  The  fat head of 
his prick rubs against my labia and slips along the slit of my wet  lips.  
Rubbing gently against the smooth throbbing button of my  pearl.
    My last defense, as  my hands grasp the hard shaft in my fingers, 
"please, John I don't want to get  pregnant."  My words low and quivering as I 
know that I really don't have  control of what I want or don't.
    The cock head  continuing to slide along my labia, becoming slick with 
the leaking grease from  my walls.  Gasping and hissing as I close my eyes 
and my fingers attempt  again to pull the engorged organ away.
    John breathing  heavy as I look at him.  Eyes wide as he moves close to 
kiss my lips and  then suckle my nipple again.  Thankfully the movement of 
his head, pushes  his body away from contact and I take a deep breath.
    My hand gripping  around the shaft and squeezing it as I try to wiggle 
away from the mouth on my  nipple.  The pleasure sensors now competing with 
pain pulses as my nipples  is raw with sensation.
    A hand on my  shoulder and feeling myself being pushed down the truck 
of the tree.  The  rough bark rubbing on my ass cheeks and back as my legs 
buckle and John releases  my nipple from his mouth and I find myself on my 
knee in front of him.   This position a repeat of the position that he had me 
in when playing Post  Office.  However, I don't think a timer will save me 
this  time.
    The cock slapping  my face as I look up to John and then inhale and 
take in the musk of his groin  as the cock slaps my face again getting my 
attention.
    "Suck it  Patrice."  Thinking this may be my saving grace as I wrap my 
finger around  the fleshy shaft and center it with my mouth.  Tongue swiping 
out to lick  around the mushroom cap.  Tasting the clear liquid leaking 
from the  slit.  The head dark purple and flesh stretched tight over the  shaft.
    My hand reaching  under and between his legs and palming his hairy ball 
sack.  Licking down  to the base and then back up with my tongue, my 
fingers twisting as they follow  my tongue back to the head.
    My attempt at oral  sex, changing quickly as he holds my head in his 
hands and then pumps his hips  forward.  The blunt head pressing into my lips 
and then forcing them open  with another thrust as head penetrates me and my 
lips seal on the  shaft.
    John rocking on his  heels and as his fingers curl in my hair he slowly 
fucks my mouth with his  cock.  Burying it till his pubic hair is 
scratching my nose and lips and  then pulling back to slam his hips forward and my 
head into his  groin.
    Not able to think  as luckily he isn't long and thick and I can breathe 
even when he is buried in  my mouth.  Drool and salvia suctioned from my 
sides of my lips with each  withdrawal of his prick.
    Gasping and  groaning as my throat now is being blocked and becoming 
raw with the repetitive  strokes fucking my mouth like a pussy.  My nipples 
banging against   his thighs with each thrust and his long moan a warning as I 
feel the fat knob  swelling and then the hot spurt of creme into my mouth.  
Moaning on his  cock as he holds my mouth tight and his next spurt feeding 
down to my stomach as  I gag and choke.  More of the thick cream being 
deposited in my mouth and  forming a film of seed on the inside of my cheeks and 
the roof of my  mouth.
    My hand milking the  shaft as he pulls free and dribbles droplets on my 
face and onto my  thighs.  Tongue licking around my lips  and then feeling 
him rubbing  his cock on my cheeks.
    His cock loosing  some of its firmness as he pushes me backwards and I 
fall to lay on the pine  needle carpet and look up at him.  Working my lips 
that are bruised from  the skull fuck of my mouth.
    John smiling down  as I lay back my body naked and open.  Then 
stripping off his clothing till  he is naked and then kneeling between my legs.  His 
hands reaching to  spread my legs apart and then fingers working into my 
swollen lips.  Two  fingers working in and out of my sopping tunnel.  Fucking 
me deep as he  would with a prick
    Eyes watching as he  reaches forward and his hand finds my nipple and 
tortures it with his caresses  and touches.  Moaning softly thinking I am not 
safe yet as he renews his  assault on my senses.
    A lassitude taking  over my body as I feel his fingers building the 
pressure again in my core.   The flame being fanned as he continue to use his 
fingers on the hard nubs and  his other hand with fingers plunging into my 
wet hole as his thumb finds my  smooth button with his thumb and has it 
beginning to throb as it engorges.  
    "You going to cum  for me Patrice?"  Even though he is asking a 
question, it is a  statement.  My body spastic in its jerks as I can feel the core 
molten lave  of a volcano, ready to spill out of my body.
    Whimpering softly  as a series of small contractions jerk my body.  My 
upper body not able to  do more then touch his hand on my chest.  Looking up 
through slitted eyes  as he looms over me, his prick flexible; but semi 
hard as it bounces between his  legs.  His fingers spearing my pussy again and 
again and his thumb doing  the damage now as he slowly rubs along the side 
of my clit and then around the  smooth surface.
    A long low wail of  sound escaping my lips as I try to force them 
close; but not succeeding.   My legs raising up into the air and cramping all the 
way to my toes as John  takes that gigantic orgasm from my body.  My cunt 
clenching and cramping in  a series of wrenching contractions as I scream as 
loud as my raw throat will  allow, till I am able to stuff my clothing 
between my lips and clamp down and  ride the downside of my orgasm in a body 
wracking release.  Then spitting  out the clothing
    Sweat beading my  flesh as I lay  jerking helplessly as John continues 
to work my clit and  nipples.  My eyes closed as I feel a flush of heat and 
my mind shutting  down as I whimper, my mouth utters nonsense.
    Becoming aware  again as John is lying on top of me and his almost hard 
cock is rubbing along my  labia, separating them and riding the knob into 
my folds.  The blunt head  nudging my opening; but John keeping it out from 
penetrating into my body and he  rides a slimey release of goo bubbling out 
of his cock tip to make a small  puddle of seed in my navel.  
    He  sitting up and looking down at me as I lay  open and to weak to 
move.  Not totally sure that he didn't fuck me while I  was in a disconnected 
state.  Afraid to touch my parts as they are  sensitive to the touch; but 
also afraid that I will find sperm leaking out of my  pussy.
    The snap of a can  tab bringing me back to the present and watching as 
he sips the last beer and  then again.  Reaching down and pulling me up to a 
sitting position and  handing me the can and sighing loudly as the wet 
liquid quenches the thirst that  I have developed.
    My arousal points  so raw as we finish the beer and I look around form 
my scattered clothing.   Dressing silently, san my panties as John has 
scalped them for a  remembrance.
    Gingerly touching  my parts before dressing and confirming that there 
is no seed inside of  me.  Relieved totally at that; but not sure how to keep 
from being fucked  every time someone touches my breasts and it seems clit.
    John giving me a  hug and kiss on the lips, which surprises me and 
tells me he hopes we will hook  up again soon.  Also that I am right up there 
with Donna for being a nasty  girl.
    Blushing as he  leaves through the wooded path and I walk back to the 
playing field.  The  players have changed; but the game still going.  And 
mothers and children  still at the swings and stuff.
    Wondering how much  the alcohol lowered my resistance and how much it 
is my body that betrayed  me.  I can't say I didn't enjoy most of the time 
with John, just that at  some point I lost the will to say know.  And that 
will not have a "happy  ending" for me in the future.
    Sore more in my  nipples then any other part as I had to don my bra to 
keep them from brushing  against my top and dimpling the front with their 
hard pebble  look.
    Not sure what Alana  will say; but sure she will not approve of this 
episode and the near final  result.  Resolving to go to the local clinic and 
see if they will approve  me for birth control  pills........
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