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The Adventures of Marvin Finster
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Volume 1 -- March l988
Chapter 1:
==========
I was 15 when I first set foot inside the halls of Dennison
High School. Fifteen--the time at which the cruel joke
which mother nature plays on adolescents is at its maximum
effect, namely sexual urge and hormone production!
It was driving me crazy. In the morning before I'd go off
to school I'd have to relieve myself in the shower. In the
middle of the night I'd have to clean up after a wet dream.
Yet, still I could hardly keep it down as I went from one
class to the next, staring at everything in skirts, even
the more or less ordinary-looking femmes. Maybe, in
addition to the pressure of hormones, it was a pheromonal
effect--just the SMELL of anything female was enough to
give me a large problem. Whew!
Today, there are a lot of "growing up" movies, like Porky's
and Animal House, that have "peep" scenes where guys can
look in on femmes au naturel. But REALLY, situations like
that aren't all that common. And in any case, some measure
of SAFETY (for the voyeur!) has to exist. Yeah, I can see
myself at the top of a ladder peeking in on a sorority
pillow fight without winding up in the back seat of police
car, and in the back yard behind the wood shed after Dad
found out! Want me to sell you some choice waterfront
property in Cheyenne, Wyoming? Anyway, if you're sharp,
you can find a few, rare, genuine situations where you CAN
"look in" on some sumptuous skin. Maybe it was accidental,
maybe it was the hormonal pressure driving my creative
energies to extra heights, but there was one thing I
noticed almost immediately about Dennison High: the
gymnasium had been REMODELED.
Dennison High was a fairly ancient building. George
Washington slept here, practically, y'know. And a
remodeling meant that odd nooks, corners and crannies might
exist behind the current facades that no one at the present
time knew were there. At least, it was worth checking out.
Also worth checking out was the unusually-large proportion
of the female student body that were by most people's
standards ATTRACTIVE. High schools (and colleges, I
suppose) get reputations as having great-looking coeds or
ordinary coeds or (like military academies at the time)
coeds in name only. Dennison was endowed--and so was the
female student body.
Most guys my age were still absolutely petrified when it
came to talking to, walking with, holding hands with, or
doing anything else with, a girl. I was both lonely and so
bad off at the time that being rejected or ridiculed by a
girl could make me feel no worse than I was already
feeling, so, while I worked on the problem of the gymnasium
in the back of my mind, I actively sought out some female
companionship.
The big rule in going for a girlfriend is not to act like a
jerk. I'll have to give Dad credit for filling me in on
some of the secrets. I remember what he said in that
conversation. "Son," he said, "as men, we place a great
deal of value on a woman's looks. So it's hard to believe,
but a woman does not really place the same value on a man's
looks. In fact, a fellow can be downright UGLY and have a
good-looking girlfriend (he's got to make the UGLY look
MACHO). Since you are a fairly decent-looking kid, you
won't have that complication. But to get back to what I
was saying, women want a fellow with CHARACTER: a fellow
who isn't afraid to be himself and who doesn't worry about
what the OTHER fellow thinks. That's also why you find a
lot of girls that aren't quite with it hanging out with
creeps who LOOK LIKE they're guys who are being
themselves--hoods, cycle bums, and so forth. Treat a woman
decently and don't embarrass her in public, and you won't
have a problem."
Second Period History with Mrs. Paleo was INCREDIBLY
BORING, therefore, with the exception that Second Period
History with Mrs. Paleo was also Second Period History with
Martha Schlegelmann. The name conjures up the image of a
Teutonic Shrew, but Martha Schlegelmann was a cute
brunette, about five-four, with an
artistically-proportioned little body that was just barely
on the chunky side. In short, she looked DELICIOUS. It
was very difficult for me to keep from drooling all over
"Our American History" with Mattie in the room. And on
more than one occasion I had to discretely drape my jacket
over my arm and hold it strategically in front of me as I
got up to go to the next class. My lips weren't the only
things drooling, you see.
Another thing Dad told me was not to scare a girl off by
falling all over her, despite the fact that that was what
you really wanted to do (pant pant). I managed to get the
seat behind Mattie by giving the kid who originally sat
there my entire collection of 1260 Silver Bear points.
This was no mean sacrifice at the time and was a major
component of my wealth. But, it was worth it. I managed
to say "hi" to Mattie and actually hold a few minor
conversations before and after class, but our next classes
were at opposite ends of the building and Second Period
History was about the only time we saw each other. I
hadn't gotten my driver's license yet, didn't have any
money for dating anyway, and I was getting pretty
frustrated with the static nature of the relationship--IF
you could call it that.
One thing I did manage to find out was that Mattie was in
the Junior Actors Guild, an after-school activity group
which put on plays for the school. I have to admit, the
idea of acting never really thrilled me, but joining the
JAG would let me be near Mattie more often, and having Mom
or Dad pick me up from school in the late afternoon was
different from having them drive me to or from a date
(which I mentally swore I would never have them do).
To make certain I had a reasonable chance to get into the
Guild, I first checked out a copy of Shakespeare's plays
from the school library. The school librarian and resident
44D, Miss Fuller, knew something of my interests (art
books, photography books, science-fiction, etc.) and gave
me a pretty weird look as I brought the book to the
check-out counter. She made me feel like I was bringing a
Playboy to a drug-store counter, or something. But, she
didn't say anything and I took the volume home, out behind
the woodshed (yeah, we really DID have one of those), and
worked on my "to be or not to be"s. Can you picture this?
Can you picture Mom catching me in the middle of Hamlet
saying "What didst thou think I had on my mind, country
matters?". Mom looked at me pretty weirdly too. And each
day for a week thereafter.
Finally, I told my folks that I was going to try for the
Junior Actors Guild, which sort of, but not fully, relieved
mom. At least, she must've figured, I wasn't going crazy.
She gave me the mandatory hazards-of-choosing-an-
acting-career speech, but I had it cleared with the folks.
Turns out, I needn't have worried about getting into the
JAG. When I went to the sponsor, Mr. Wessel, he lit up
like a lamp. He was one male part short for the next play,
he said, and was about ready to dress up one of the girls
as a guy if he couldn't come up with another male actor.
I've hated Shakespeare ever since.
Chapter 2:
==========
Fate has a way of providing opportunities for almost
everything, especially things which you wish to happen.
The first evening I showed up for JAG, Mattie spied me and
put on the most curious look I have EVER seen on anyone's
face. She replaced that look, however, with a smile, and
for the life of me I don't think my feet touched the floor
the remainder of that evening. I was so preoccupied with
Mattie that I had no self-consciousness about whatever
silly-ass play we were working on, and at the end of the
evening Mr. Wessel took me aside to compliment me on my
"natural acting ability". Yessir. Thankyousir.
Where Fate came in was in location. The auditorium was
adjacent to the gymnasium. The backstage area, like most
backstage areas, had a number of doors and stairways,
catwalks and sub-stage crawlways. In the weeks that
followed, I took every spare moment (every spare moment
away from Mattie, that is) to explore the environment.
I eventually narrowed the interesting possibilities to two
locked maintenance closets which were located behind the
rear stage curtains, of all places. If I were going to do
anything with those, I'd have to have more time and access
than I had now. There were simply too many people about.
What I needed was an after-school activity that occurred on
an evening on which the auditorium was unused. That ruled
out Student-Government evening, JAG evening (of course),
Debate Club evening, and Band Evening.
So, I found myself back in the library and at the checkout
counter, presenting Miss Fuller with copies of
"Capablanca's Great Games" and "Modern Chess Openings".
This time she opened her lips to say something, but closed
them again. Four agonizing weeks later, I was playing
chess well enough during lunch period to get the attention
of Mr. Bresenham, Chess Club sponsor.
One thing you have to realize, too, was that I couldn't let
my grades fall if I wanted to stay in the JAG and in the
Chess Club. My folks would say that my studies came first.
The entire enterprise was an exercise in time management,
and I got to be pretty good at tit. at it. ahem. Well, I
had to keep my mind firmly set on the REAL goals in all of
this, you see. Just because Chess helped me with math, and
JAG with English, well, those were just side effects.
Getting out the Chess Club meetings was ridiculously easy.
After the business part of the meeting, the remainder of
the time was spent playing Chess. Now, Heironimous Smith
("Harry") was a chubby fellow with whom no one wanted to
play chess. First, he refused to play with a clock, and
second, he was SLOW. I mean S L O W. Present him with a
complex situation, and he would go "into the tank" for as
much as an hour.
You know what happened. I started playing with Harry, and
when he went into the tank, I would leave the room to
"stretch my legs". Mr. Bresenham thought I was being kind
by playing with Harry, so he had no objections. Had he
known what I was up to, well...
The first evening I slipped down to the auditorium, I was
already prepared with what I imagined I would need for
jimmying the locks on the closet doors. Remember, this was
an OLD building, and the locks on these doors were the
true-keyhole variety, not the small slot type. I'd taken a
couple of small Allen-wrenches and a wire cutter from dad's
toolbox, and I had a piece of coathanger-wire with me, too.
The Allen-wrenches were too big to be used as picks, but in
about a half-hour I managed to open the first of the two
closets by creating a coathanger-wire skeleton key.
I opened the door to be confronted by pitch-blackness. A
flashlight I hadn't thought to bring along. At any rate, I
couldn't very well have hidden it in my trouser pocket. I
made the best of the situation by closing the door, locking
it, and creating another skeleton key for the second
closet. This time things went much more quickly
(experience!), and I had the door open inside of 10
minutes. I was about to close it, too, when I noticed a
dim light coming from the far right edge of the closet's
interior. In the dark, I felt around and found brooms,
mops, buckets and other stuff in the way, but I managed to
creep around to the corner. There was a tight corridor
between old and new walls, apparently, that led off to the
right. A REAL tight corridor, folks. About 9 inches wide,
maybe. With arms outstretched and feet positioned
sideways, I was barely able to squeeze in and follow the
passageway. Twenty feet or so into the corridor it opened
up into a little square closet, at the top of which an old
air-vent opened up to the late-afternoon sky. In front of
me I could see two pipes climbing from the floor to near
the ceiling, where they entered the wall. They seemed
sound enough, so I climbed up to look out the vent.
Prospectors when they discover the mother load must have
expressions on their faces like the one I had on mine when
I gazed through the vent. I could not imagine my good
fortune. The vent was lit by the afternoon sun all right,
but that sun was coming through a frosted window pane some
fifteen feet away, at about the same level as the vent.
Beneath the frosted pane were the shower stalls of what HAD
to be the girls' shower room.
I almost fainted.
Nothing in the way of shower activity was happening that
evening, so I climbed back down, wedged my way back to the
maintenance closet, and returned to the Chess Club meeting,
where Harry had JUST made his move. I had a mate-in-four
but was so elated I went ahead and let the poor guy win the
game.
Chapter 3:
==========
That evening as Dad drove me home, I could only think of
what would happen next. Obviously, I couldn't comfortably
hang from those pipes while looking through the vent, so I
had to come up with some sort of solution for that. Also,
I had to find a way to get out of a class or two. Or
three. Or four. Heck, I could play hooky all day and be
on the school premises all the time! Well, practically. I
still needed to keep my grades up to prevent all sorts of
suspicion from breaking out. That night, studying Algebra
had to be the most INCREDIBLY BORING ACTIVITY on the face
of the planet. But, I did it.
The next day at school I slipped into the auditorium before
I had to be in Home Room for roll call. I opened the first
closet door and felt around for what I hoped I would find:
a ladder. Yup, there was an ancient but reasonably sturdy
ladder in there, covered with a quarter inch of dust. I
carried it over to the other closet and just had time to
stick it in there and shove it down the corridor into the
Viewing Room, as I'd begun to think of that forgotten
niche. I was two minutes late getting to Home Room, but
was able to talk Mrs. Frowser out of giving me a tardy.
Third Period that day was the aforementioned Algebra, and I
whizzed through the test I had studied for the previous
evening. Twenty minutes before end-of-period, as I handed
in my paper, a light went off. In my head, that is. "Mr.
Feigenbaum, if it's all right with you, I could really use
this time to do some quick research in the library for
English class later today. Could you give me a hall pass?"
Say it politely, and the world will give you anything.
Including a hall pass.
A side benefit of leaving class early was that the halls
were practically empty, so I didn't run into anyone on my
way down to the auditorium. I was so excited I had to
force myself into not running. Nevertheless, 5 minutes
after leaving Feigenbaum's Algebra, I was standing on the
ladder gazing through the air vents. Nice,
half-inch-gapped air vents. Also, I'd prepared against
discovery by making myself a black hood from some felt Mom
had had around, and only had eye holes cut out. Fifteen
minutes now remained in the current period, and the girls
should be coming in for their showers at any time!
A door slammed in the distance, shouting and giggling
reverberated from the tile walls, and I almost fell off the
ladder when the first girl came into view. Although the
girls' showers had stalls, unlike the guys' showers, which
were gang showers, the stalls only rose to about neck
level, and from the height of the vent, I could look in on
about six of the showerees.
I could see ALL of what was going on in the stall directly
beneath the vent.
The first girl to get into a stall was one whose name I
didn't know. She was a short, average-looking little
blonde who didn't remove her towel until she entered the
stall. She removed her towel, and I could feel a dampness
begin to form in my pants. Well, I DID have other classes
to go to later, so I couldn't mess up my appearance. I
unzipped my fly and let my penis grow to its full erect six
inches as Blondy and her pert little nipples danced under
the spray of a showerhead.
The second girl to step into a shower was Mindy Roberts.
THE Mindy Roberts. She was cute, but her main claim to
fame was the obvious etymological connection she pointed
out between the words Mammary and Mammoth. She was
INCREDIBLE. And at her age, they didn't sag, either. At
15 or 16, she had to be at least 37 or 38 inches already.
Maybe she'd been gobbling her granny's hormone cream, or
something. SHE didn't wrap her towel around her as she
walked into the shower stalls--she strode in in the same
state as she was delivered to earth--butt naked. If you've
got it, flaunt it! When she picked the stall directly
under the vent, I damn near came.
She lathered up those fabulous breasts of hers and ran her
fingers through her curly red top, letting the water play
on her face and front. The soft pink fuzz between her legs
became almost invisible as the water hit it, giving her a
very youthful, almost prepubescent appearance (from the
waist down, anyway).
If you remember your high school years, you also remember
that sometimes there wasn't enough hot water to go around,
and that some showerheads were warmer than others. In
Mindy's case, the water must have been almost cool, as her
nipples, surrounded by Silver-Dollar-sized cherry spots,
came to attention and added yet another inch to her bust
measurement!
To rinse her bottom, she bent over almost double, pointed
her fanny at the showerhead and used her fingers to part
her pussy lips. I'd never seen a woman's genitals before,
and that was the last straw. I came. All over the wall.
I must have shot off for all of fifteen seconds straight.
It was glorious. I'd never experienced such full relief
before, and it almost hurt at the end.
I climbed down from the ladder, used my handkerchief to
clean up, and went to the rest of my classes for that day.
For the first time in a long time, I was actually able to
concentrate on the academic material.
Chapter 4:
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In the days that followed, I manufactured a number of other
opportunities to get hall passes or library passes. I
actually DID go to the library a few times, just to cover
myself. But it was hard. (And it WAS hard. Most of the
time, too!) At least during the times I did arrive at the
library, I could seat myself strategically and daydream
about Miss Fuller and her succulent superstructure. I
wasn't certain at the time, but I think she noticed the
fact that I was noticing her. Brother! To be able to
catch HER in the shower! "Dream on!" I told myself.
I also had an opportunity to have a small but critical
conversation with Mattie. It went something like this: "By
the way, what period do you have gym class?" "Sixth
Period, just after lunch. Why?" "Oh, just curious. No
particular reason." Subtle as a chain-saw, yessir.
And it would just about take a chain-saw to get me out of
Sixth Period, too, as Mrs. Fennelworth was exceedingly
jealous of her English class and wanted no one to miss even
a minute of it. Getting out of her class would require
some significant subterfuge.
My mind worried over that all that day, almost all night (I
didn't get any sleep to speak of), and all the next day. I
was so preoccupied with the Fennelworth problem that I
didn't even make the attempt to get out of any of the other
classes. That evening, I came home, did my homework, and,
to the abject astonishment of my parents, went to bed
early. "Are you coming down with anything, son?" Mom
asked. "Just a rough couple days at school, Mom!" Indeed.
I'd about given up on the problem, so I fell asleep as soon
as my head hit the pillow.
I had a great night's sleep that night, even though I had
to get up in the middle of it to clean up after another wet
dream, as I didn't have my relief at school that day.
Sometimes I wondered what Mom thought I was doing, as she
must have noticed spots on my bedsheets when she changed
the linen. I guess Dad explained the situation to her as
he had explained it to me: "There's nothing you can do
about wet dreams. Enjoy them, and clean up afterwards!"
After cleaning up that night, I sat for a moment on my bed
and looked out at the moonlit street.
My hands and legs were pale in the moonlight, and that gave
me the idea for a ploy which might work--but only once.
The next evening at school was a JAG evening, so I took
along to school a couple of small plastic containers--the
type you keep dimes in. And when no one was looking, I
made off with a bit of actor's makeup. I enjoyed the
remainder of the JAG meeting, enjoyed being with Mattie,
and was about to call it a good evening's work, when some
faint commotion was heard from the hallways. I peeked out,
and a bunch of girls in track-team outfits ran past me,
down the hall, and into the girls' gym. There had been an
interschool track meet! I looked at my watch. Mom would
be by to pick me up in half an hour. JAG would be over in
fifteen minutes. I conjured up a quick excuse for Mr.
Wessel to let me get out early: "Mr. Wessel, I seem to be
missing a set of notes for my Algebra class. I need to
check out my locker and a couple of classrooms. Can I
leave now, please?"
Say it politely, and the world will give you anything.
So I "left" the JAG meeting by pushing the hallway door
open and ducking to the right, and then behind the curtain.
Nobody spotted me, or so I thought at the time.
I made my way to the second maintenance closet and down the
corridor to the Viewing Room. I hadn't gotten my relief
that day and was sorely looking forward to it. Very
sorely. I unzipped my fly, took out my penis and waited
for the femmes to appear. I didn't have to wait long.
Apparently both teams were using our girls' showers, as
more people, and many I didn't recognize, used the stalls.
The other school had some EXQUISITELY-sculpted femme
fatales, but this was getting a bit old now, and I found
myself stroking my manhood and feeling mildly bored.
Suddenly, almost without my noticing it, the activity
appeared over, and I was about to get off, and get off the
ladder too, when two final girls, Lisa somebody and Helen
whats-her-name, got into the stall just below the vent,
TOGETHER. Like a pointer discovering a fresh scent, my
cock seemed to perk up to new heights.
Lisa turned on the shower head, and the two of them quickly
cleaned up. Very quickly. Then Helen grabbed Lisa in a
hug, and the two kissed each other, deeply, like you see
men and women in a movie love scene. Lisa slowly ran her
lips down onto Helen's neck, and down onto her tit! She
sucked that tit until the nipple pointed like the eraser of
a pencil! It was only then that I noticed that both girls
had been fingering each other between their legs. After
another minute, Lisa bent over almost double, and Helen put
her face against Lisa's fanny. I strained to see, and
finally saw a pink tongue dart to and fro between Lisa's
legs. A short while later, Lisa's entire body convulsed,
and Helen then bent over. Lisa took her tongue and ran it
between Helen's pussy lips, as I expected, but then also
ran it around and INTO her asshole. Helen gave out with a
groan that I could hear over the noise of the shower.
Finally, the three of us got cleaned up and went our
separate ways!
Chapter 5:
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The next day in Second Period History I could hardly
contain myself. I was bubbling over with anticipation, and
Mattie seemed to be in more than ordinary good humor, too.
When it came time for Mrs. Fennelworth's English, I started
my little ruse by asking to be excused to go the men's
room. Old Lady Fennelworth frowned at me but, because I
hadn't asked her before, and because I was a fairly good
student, she let me.
I took that opportunity to add a little paling makeup to my
cheeks, and dabbed on some water to act as "beads of
sweat". I returned to English class looking the worse for
wear, and when I dropped into my seat, I held my hand to my
head. It didn't take Mrs. Fennelworth long to figure out
something wasn't quite right.
She walked over to where I was sitting. "Marvin, are you
feeling all right?" she asked.
I looked up at her and replied, "On and off, today, I
haven't been feeling too well. Maybe I'm coming down with
flu, or whatever." She could now see the "pale and wan"
look on my face, and fell into the ploy:
"Maybe you'd better go down and see the School Nurse. I'll
get you a hall pass."
So I got my hall pass and went down to see the School
Nurse. On the way, I took my handkerchief and wiped off
the makeup. When I arrived, I appeared to be in much
better shape than Mrs. Fennelworth had seen me in.
Constance Terwilliger was 40 to 45, chubby, and looked
forward to easy, uneventful days as Dennison High School
Nurse. Everyone knew she spent more time in the teacher's
lounge than in the nurse's office, so she was not amused
when I walked in, told her that Old Lady Fennelworth had
sent me, and subsequently found nothing wrong with me.
"Why don't you just rest a few minutes, and if you still
feel all right, go on about the rest of your classes," she
told me. With that, she left the office on her way to
who-knows-where.
I'd timed things so that only about 20 minutes remained in
the current class period. As soon as Terwilliger was down
the hallway and out of sight, so was I! I took the hall
pass from her desk and scuttled down to the auditorium and
the Viewing Room.
As I peered through the vents that afternoon, my heart was
pounding so badly that I felt surely someone must hear it.
When the sound of the girls returning from gym class to
take their showers hit my ears, my palms began to sweat and
I almost shook as I stood near the top of the ladder.
Please, PLEASE let Mattie choose a stall where I can see
her! It was only Mattie that I had come to see that
day--all other skin was irrelevant!
Suddenly, there she was. Mattie was one of the first girls
into the shower, and the stall directly beneath the vent
was still open. Could I be lucky enough to have her choose
that one?
She paused momentarily at one, then another of the far
stalls, glanced briefly in my direction (at which point I
ducked) and then did, indeed, choose the stall under the
vent!
She unwrapped the towel she'd had around her and hung it
from the hook on the stall door. Her back was to me, and
the smooth, plump cheeks of her little fanny rippled
slightly as she shifted her weight back and forth.
She turned slowly, and I could see her pleasantly-formed
breasts come into view. They weren't as big as Mindy's of
course, but they were ample, wonderfully symmetric, and had
nipples as big as the first segment of my little finger!
My cock hardened until I felt as if it were about to jump
out of its skin!
Then I noticed something else: As Mattie completed her turn
to the showerhead, the dark fuzziness I had expected to
find between her legs was not there! Only a bare,
beautifully bare cleft separated her firm, lithe thighs!
I'd never seen anything like it. My mouth must have gaped.
Mattie lathered up and went through her wash. Not only did
I feel aroused, but I also felt a closeness, a warmth, that
I hadn't felt in looking at any of the other girls. Of
course, that was because I really LIKED Mattie, and because
I knew her personally.
I thought Mattie was about to leave the stall when she
placed her hand over her crotch. She then bent over, with
her ass directly pointing at the vent, and placed one of
her fingers into her cunt! In and out she moved her little
digit, and then she added a second, and then a third
finger. From time to time she would just spread her pussy
lips a second or two, giving me a wonderful, almost
gynecological view of her womanhood.
She stopped only to avoid the danger of being discovered.
She turned off the shower head, dried off, wrapped the
towel around her and walked off into the distance. I'd
long since come, of course. I cleaned off myself and the
wall and went on my next class and bad case of inattention.
I could only see Mattie and her beautiful, bare lips spread
out beneath me under the shower lights, and the tall, thick
nipples of her ivory breasts.
Chapter Sex: uh, Chapter 6:
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In the next days, Mattie and I really hit it off during
Second Period History. She seemed giggly and effervescent,
lively and REAL. And I felt like I could hardly stand the
happiness coursing through me.
Track season was still going, and the next time the JAG
met, the same scenario with another girls' track team
repeated itself.
I conveniently lost my Algebra notes again. "Must be
something Freudian, Mr. Wessel! Maybe Algebra affects my
Id, or something."
I made my way to the Viewing Room, wishing that I were able
to come up with another excuse for getting Old Lady
Fennelworth to let me out of her class early. The one girl
I really wanted to see again was Mattie, still out on
stage, I figured, rehearsing her lines in the current play
production.
This time Dennison High's star long-distance runner, Diana
Johnson, chose the stall under the vent. She was tall,
slender black girl who had a great sense of personal pride
and consequently little sense of false modesty. She, like
Mindy earlier, strode in without cover and proceeded to
take her shower. Her breasts were small but perfectly
formed, and the muscular thighs she sported gave her an
almost statuesque appearance. Under other circumstances, I
would have been delighted as a Junior or Senior to go out
on a date with her, but times and attitudes being what they
were, that was, alas, not to be. So I looked at her with
appreciation and almost some sadness. She left the shower,
and I was hoping that Lisa and her friend would drop in for
some delicious cunt-licking when I heard a rustle behind
me.
I pulled the black hood from my face and turned to look.
An older man would have had a coronary, I'm sure. Mattie
was looking up at me. She didn't say a word, but was
waving "hi" with her right hand. She was also grinning
from ear to ear.
She motioned me to come down off the ladder. As soon as I
stepped off the bottom rung she threw her arms around me,
kissed me and held on for dear life. When she finally
spoke, she whispered in my ear, "Oh, Marv, I've DREAMED
about us getting together. I've lain awake nights playing
with myself and thinking about you! I want you! Love me!
Love me!"
I couldn't have been more blitzed if Rod Serling Himself
had now stepped into the picture. I didn't know what to
think, but the past weeks of careful planning and conniving
did give me enough common sense to try and get a grip on
the situation.
"Oh, Mattie, I've wanted you so badly too! None of the
girls I've seen come anywhere close to the feeling I had
the one time I saw you!" All of this was, of course, true.
Then came another shocker:
Mattie smiled again. "So you liked that little show I put
on for you! Did you think it was just coincidence that I
chose that stall, and that I pointed my bottom directly at
the vent, rather than at the shower?"
My jaw dropped to the floor. I had to feel about in the
semidarkness to find it and reattach it. When I did, I
asked, "How did you find out?"
"The first time you pulled that 'Algebra notes' business I
knew you were fibbing. I'd gotten to know you too well,
Mr. Finster, so I followed you to see what you were up to.
When I opened the maintenance room door I could just hear
the noises from the girls' shower room, so it didn't take a
Rocket Scientist to figure out what was going on!" She
paused a moment and then continued, "When you had asked me
about my gym period, that also seemed funny, so when I
discovered what you were doing, I was first outraged, and
then amused. If you wanted a show, I'd give you a show!
Course, I figured you'd have a hard time getting out of
Fennelworth's English, so I had to time my little act
carefully. After all, I couldn't play with myself in there
every day hoping you'd see me! Too much chance of getting
caught!"
"So what did you do?" I was ready to expect anything at
this point.
"Cissy Henway is a friend of mine. She has Physics Sixth
Period in the classroom just opposite the auditorium doors.
I told her--"
"You TOLD HER!"
"--told her that we had had a little get-together planned
in the auditorium for some smooching, only, silly. I told
her if she saw you, to ask to be excused, go to the girls'
gym door, and signal me through the door window. Simple as
that!"
WHEW. The fewer people that knew about this place, the
better!
I cupped Mattie's cheek with my hand and looked in her
eyes. "And now what?" I asked.
"I want you to love me."
"God Almighty, I want to love you too, but I don't have any
protection with me."
She stood silent a second, and then said, "That's all
right. I can love you without taking a chance on getting
pregnant."
She then placed her warm, soft hand on my penis, which was
still hanging out from my trousers, and slowly got to her
knees. I only half understood what must have been going
through her mind at that time, as she closed her eyes,
opened her mouth wide and nervously guided my cock to her
lips.
Finally my cock rested inside her wet, warm mouth. She
just held it there a few moments, not knowing, I guessed,
what to expect, what it would taste like, or just what
would happen. She must have discussed the topic of sucking
a man with her girl friends at one time or another, but it
was doubtful that she would have gotten any real
word-of-mouth information (so to speak) from any of her
acquaintances.
Slowly she then moved her mouth back and forth, up and down
the shaft of my penis. It was exhilarating. I told her,
"Make a circle with two fingers, and hold that circle near
your lips. When you move your mouth, move your fingers
with it. Your saliva will let the fingers slide smoothly."
I didn't know how she would take to advice, but she did as
I asked. "Now tighten up on the finger pressure a little.
Yes!" She didn't know exactly what she was doing now, but
she was, in effect, jacking me off with her fingers and
mouth.
After a few minutes, I implored her, "Faster. Please,
faster!" My cock grew rock-hard and must have gotten even
wider than it had been. "When I come, please don't stop
right away!" I was so out of it that I didn't even realize
I'd asked her to let me come in her mouth, as I just had.
Ten seconds later, I felt the hot, gushing fluid fire from
the orifice of my cock. Mattie, true as she was, continued
to suck until I had completely expended myself. In those
early days of my youth, when I came, I REALLY came, and it
was quite a fair amount of sperm and seminal fluid which I
had deposited between her cheeks. She slowly removed my
cock from her lips, being careful not to let the cum drip
from her mouth and onto her dress. She motioned me to give
her a handkerchief, but I had let mine rest on the top of
the ladder in anticipation of cleaning up after myself, and
now I could not find it. "I'm sorry, Mattie, it must have
fallen from the ladder!"
She looked at me with consternation, with some anger, and
with a mouth full of manly extracts. I offered one
suggestion. "It's not poisonous, you know. You CAN
swallow it."
Her eyes blazed briefly at me, but then twinkled as she
became amused with the idea. She swallowed, ran her tongue
around the inside of her mouth to get all the remainders,
and swallowed again. "All right, I did as you asked. Now
do as I ask!"
Mattie, with one motion, pulled off her dress. She was so
excited at this time that she didn't take off her panties,
she TORE them off.
And once again I was cunfronted cuntfornicated--uh,
CONFRONTED with her indescribably beautiful bare labia.
Not a hair existed to keep my view from her lovely crotch
and cleft. "It is BEAUTIFUL!" I whispered to her. "Do
you shave it?"
"No. When I entered puberty, I found I didn't like the way
I looked with hair on my pussy, so as the hairs appeared, I
would pluck them out with a pair of tweezers. Besides, I
hear shaved pussies get prickly pretty soon after each
shave." In the small room in which we were, there was just
barely enough room for her to lean against one wall and use
one of her bare legs to push against the opposite wall, for
support. She did this and then simply ordered, "Suck me!"
I didn't have any qualms about it. She had a beautiful
pussy and gorgeous pussy lips. I didn't care how it tasted
or what would happen. After what she had done for me, I'd
have done almost ANYTHING for Mattie. For Mattie. The
thought warmed my heart, and my tongue anxiously pressed
against her bare flesh.
I was young and didn't know what to do. I thought you just
took your tongue and darted it in and out of a woman's
pussy, but Mattie soon corrected me. "It's great, Marv,
but you get a better effect by tonging the clit, which
isn't in the hole. It's just at the top of the cleft, but
it moves sometimes. It feels like a ball bearing rolling
under a buttered pancake! Find it! Lick it! Ahhh!" I
did as she asked and found the clit, heretofore only an
unknown phantom which occasionally cropped up in
conversation with other guys. Few, obviously, knew what it
was about. Fewer still, where it was located.
My tongue found that greased ball bearing and rolled it up
and down and side to side. Side to side seemed to give
Mattie a stronger sensation, and her breath became short
and raspy. Finally, she let out a sigh sort of like a
balloon losing air or a kitten's plaintive mew, and my
tongue could feel a strange-but-not-unpleasant fluid oozing
from her little hole. I made sure I lapped up every drop.
I slowly got to my feet. Mattie and I gazed into each
others eyes. We embraced and then, self-consciously
because of what had gone on, kissed.
Epilogue:
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The world is a brighter place when you have a soul-mate
with which to share it. Mattie and I were as close as any
pair of lovers, even though she was still technically a
virgin, even as summer vacation beckoned. In the waning
weeks of that school year, we found a number of occasions
to steal off into the little chamber, and in fact I never
even bothered to go there any more for any reasons OTHER
than to be with Mattie. Some times, especially when she
was on her period, we would just hug, or talk. I was so
taken with her that it became all the same to me.
Summer vacation came, and Mattie's folks sent her to France
for the summer, to stay with some relative they had in the
Alsace-Lorraine. They figured it would be a good
experience for her. So did I, although I knew I would be
lonely in the meantime. We promised to correspond, and we
looked forward to the following school year. It was the
first time I had ever looked forward to the END of summer
vacation.
Other things were happening, too. My high school was one
of the few in the area that had golf team. For some
strange reason, I took to the game in a very natural
fashion. Must have been my interest in holes, I guess.
Coach Sharver wanted me on the golf team, and the last few
weeks of the school year got to be pretty hectic. With all
the extracurricular activities I was into, it was getting
difficult to keep my grades up, but somehow I managed it.
I did come to one conclusion, however. If I was going to
be in the Junior Actors Guild, the Chess Club (in which I'd
advanced to Second Board on the Chess Team), and sports on
top of it, I was going to go to summer school to try and
pick up one of the next year's courses, so that I wouldn't
have to suffer a full load. My folks were surprised at the
reasoned proposition which I presented to them, but I had
been a "model son" (as far as they knew) and they had no
objection. I heard Dad remark to Mom one time, "This kid
plans his time with a stopwatch!"
So that summer I found myself in Junior World Georgraphy.
The class was composed mostly of kids that didn't make the
grade the previous year. George Hafni was once
exception--he was a shrewd dude, but he'd been sick a lot
in the past year. I was able to relate to him, and the
class was bearable.
The little two-hole golf course the school had out back was
also still available, of course, and I spent time there
practicing my strokes (the ones we can do in public), and
on occasion I would spend time in the library.
As the summer dragged on, I found myself spending even MORE
time in the library. And I wasn't checking out books as
much as I was checking out Miss Fuller. And, of course, my
problem with wet dreams had long since returned with a
vengeance.
Now, I wondered, HOW could I get Miss Fuller into the
girls' showers where she could model her mammoth mammaries
in view of the voyeur's vent? ...
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