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Janie

By

Romany

(T/g � rites of passage, oral)

Chapter 1: Home for the Holidays.

My parents sent me to boarding school for my high school
education. We lived in a rural coastal setting in the northeast,
and my mother was not impressed with the standard of the nearest
high school in Logansport. So ever since 3rd grade, my parents
had put money aside for the time when I would need to go to high
school. Eventually I went to Kingsman Boy�s Academy some 350
miles from my home. Generally I liked the environment despite it
being an all-boys school. While we boys missed the lack of female
students, there were sufficient guy-things to do, which made up
fore the lack of social contact with girls, which coed schools
provide. Sex discussions were plenty and I even managed a small
fledgling relationship with a girl by the name of Tracy, from the
nearby town of Morgan�s Beach. I traveled home for the holidays
the second year at Kingsman, and an event happened which changed
me somewhat. On arrival at the Logansport bus depot, I walked out
of the bus depot and looked for my mother and father. I spotted
mom and dad standing by the pickup on the other side of the road
and waved and hurried across to them toting my kitbag with both
hands due to its bulk. Mom gave me a big hug and a sloppy kiss,
much to my annoyance at being coddled this way in public; and dad
shook my hand with a firm grip. They both asked me how I was, and
said it was good to have me home again. Dad threw the kit bag
into the back, and mom climbed up into the pickup and patted the
seat on the passenger side for me to join her quickly. I
clambered up beside her and slammed the door. Dad hopped in and
started the truck and we set off the 30-minute journey to our
home village nestled on the coast, just outside of Logansport.
Mom prattled on about the goings on in the small town since I was
last home and I smiled and nodded listening to all that she was
saying. Dad drove with a smile on his face at the volume of
words, which poured forth from mom. Occasionally she would say
�didn�t it Tom, or wasn�t it Tom� and dad would laugh quietly and
agree with her.

We arrived at our beach side home and Bess, our old Labrador dog
was lying asleep on the porch. She was basically deaf due to the
amount of time she had spent in the sea, over her long life, and
I was able to walk right up to her without her waking. She hadn�t
even heard the truck pull up. I softly whistled a little ditty
she would know but she didn't stir, so I whistled louder until
she finally woke, and staggering to her feet, started barking and
woofing her pleased-to-see-a-friend greeting. She struggled down
the steps off the porch and ambled across to me. I dropped to my
haunches and stroked and petted the old girl. She was smelly from
the seawater. She loved swimming in the ocean but it made her
stink! I looked up and my mom who was grinning at Bess� welcome
and I saw the tears in her eyes at the happy scene of her
youngest born and the faithful old bitch not long for this world.
I hugged Bess fondly with pats and backslap which brought about
uncontrollable tail wagging from her. Dad walked past smiling and
took my bag into the house, with mom following him a couple of
paces behind. Finally I stood and stepped up onto the porch and,
Bess with tail wagging, proceeded to do the circle-around-dance
she did before collapsing to snooze. My mother opened the door
and ushered me into the kitchen with another big hug and sloppy
kiss. The hug was fine but I tried ducking the kiss though.

"Too old for this stuff mom," I laughed.

She tousled my hair and told me I was never too old for her to
kiss her baby (cringe); or a smack if I needed it, and laughingly
slapped my rump. Dad was now sitting at the table reading a
newspaper. I thought he looked tired. He was only a couple of
years older than mom but he looked ten years older. He drank too
much. He was a lobsterman and his life had been hard some years
ago when it was a low paying occupation. But with the rapid
increase in prices for lobster he had finally made a bit of money
to buy our house. He owned a small lobster boat but recently it
seemed to stay moored in the bay when others were out fishing. I
knew we scraped along OK financially. The nearest sibling to me,
my only sister Rae, lived in Boston. I also had two adult
brothers; Sam was in the navy and Tim was in the coastguard,
stationed on Hyannis. They came back occasionally, usually for
mom's sake. There had been past friction between each of them and
my father so they preferred living away. But the age difference
between Rae, who was 23, and me allowed me to get the education
they missed out on when we were less financial. My folks couldn't
manage 3 children boarding at once which is what would have
happened had they all stayed to graduate high school. Instead
they attended the high school in Logansport. Rae graduated but
both Sam and Tim dropped out and enlisted in the services. But as
times got financially a little better, and then Rae left school
for a job, there was only me to consider.

I took my bag out to "The Hut". It was a converted out building
which was once a washhouse. My parents moved the laundry into the
house proper with the purchase of modern washer/dryer combination
that could be set in cupboard space. The old copper sink, heated
by a firebox, and the wash tubs were removed from the washhouse.
The pipes cut off and capped and then the small hut was lined. My
older brothers made it a bunkhouse with a set of bunks. As well
as this it had an old divan couch and a high chest of drawers,
and a corner curtained off made a closet. It was warm and cozy
and quite homely. I felt grown up now it was my retreat. I packed
my clothes into the drawers and closet and went back into the
house.

"Come into the village with me" mom said. �I�m expecting your
father�s latest paycheck so I need to go to the post office and
collect it.

There was a small postal agency in one of the village shops. Here
packages and registered articles that could not be delivered to
the rural delivery letterboxes were held until the recipients
could get in to the village to sign for them.

"OK" I nodded.

I looked at dad reading his paper.

�You coming to dad,� I asked.

�Not just now Stevie. You go on with your mom. I�ll be in
presently,� he continued.

He was waiting until noon when he would also go down to the old
pub on the foreshore. There he would drink beer and swap stories
with his friends. He did little else when not fishing. We climb
into the old Chevy station wagon and drove back into the village
proper. The post office was at the other end of the road along
the waterfront and that was where we were headed. We drove past
the general store, and cafe and then the pub. As we neared the
intersection with one of the main arterial streets of the
village, I spotted a teenaged girl and another girl I recognised
as Rina Foster. Rina was about 12 years of age but you could see
puberty was still a way off. She looked like a boy, with short
black hair and slim straight figure. But I couldn�t recognise the
girl walking beside her though she was vaguely familiar to me.
She was wearing a light blue nylon parka with the hood pulled up
loosely over long honey blond hair. It was drizzling lightly. She
was wearing blue jeans and sneakers. It was then I recognised who
she was. Jane, or Janie, Platt. The skinny little kid maybe 3 or
4 years behind me at grade school. She could only be 13 at the
very oldest.

"She's grown up fast that one", I heard mom mutter, meaning
Janie.

I looked at mom quizzically but she didn�t elaborate and stared
straight ahead as we drove to the post office. The girls quickly
dropped behind us, and from my view. But I had stared at Janie's
tight butt in her jeans. She had stared at me sitting in the
passenger�s seat when she spotted our car. I was intrigued by
this beautiful young girl and her physical development since I
was last at home. We arrived at the post office and mom suggested
I sit and wait for her as she completed her errand in the post
office, which was also a banking agency. Here you could do
minimal deposits and withdrawals. This was a time way before
ATMs. I sat on a park bench out front and made small talk with a
few other locals who came and left the shop. Janie and Rina
eventually arrived and stood just outside just where a handful of
PO boxes were set into the wall of the building. These mailboxes
were mostly used by the businesses in the village. Janie was
standing just along from where I was sitting, looking about 16.
The parka was baggy enough in the front to mask a true perception
of her breasts but there was obviously some there and they had
caused the parka to fill out across her chest, much as a ridge
rather than pointy mounds. I realised I was staring and suddenly
I heard a woman's voice call my name. I jerked my head around and
it was Janie's mother.

"Welcome home Stevie" she beamed.

She had appeared from inside the agency. I stammered my thanks,
fearing she had seen my ogling her young daughter. After all, 16
year old boys shouldn't be interested in young just-teen girls no
matter how grown up they may appear. I looked back and saw that
Janie was still smiling at me and I mumbled a quick "Hi" to her
as well. Having greeted Janie�s mother I tried to chat with the
few assembled locals, who wanted to know how I was and how school
was going etc. But I also stole furtive looks at Janie when the
conversation permitted, as her mother fussed with her shopping
bag before moving across to her car parked on the other side of
the road. Janie and Rina tagged along behind her. As they arrived
at the car, Janie stood by the front passenger�s door waiting for
her mother to unlock it from inside. She stood looking directly
at me across the top of the car with her hand on the door handle.
A smile on her lips as she regarded my attempt at nonchalance
across the road from her. As she stooped to get into the car she
gave a slight but clearly obvious wave of her hand; just a little
wiggle from the wrist. Once again that knowing smile and she
disappeared into the car. They drove off. Mom eventually came out
and handed me some money.

"Some pocket money" she said.

I thanked her and pocketed the notes. We headed back along the
foreshore and came to the general store. It was about noon now
and as we were standing in the second line of customers at the
counter, dad came in. I hadn�t seen the pickup parked at the side
of the store when we pulled up. Mom knew instinctively what he
wanted and she shuffled off to one side and turned her back to
the rest of the shop patrons. She was giving him money for the
bar and she was embarrassed, and perhaps a little ashamed, that
she had to hand money to her husband in public view. Particularly
as everyone knew where he would be headed. I felt somewhat
disgusted and embarrassed for dad. This was no show of pride or
self-esteem by him that I felt there should have been. His need
was to simply take the money and go to the pub. He left with a
wad of notes mom had given him. She returned to the line of
customers with me and we finally purchased mom�s needs and we
left with groceries.

Chapter 2: First Contact.

 When we got home mom made a quick lunch of hotdogs and we sat
and chatted awhile and then she went off to watch TV in the front
room. I went out to The Hut and lay on the bottom bunk. I thought
about Janie. I was really starting to obsess about how she kept
giving me the glad-eye and how she had grown. I started wondering
how big here breasts were. I hadn't really had a chance to size
her up as she had that baggy parka on. I was jolted out of my
musings with mom calling through the window from the kitchen.
"Phone for you" she called. I jumped up and went into the house.

It was Kevvy. Kevin Milson, my best buddy. He also boarded at a
high school and arrived home the day before. We swapped greetings
and he asked what I was doing. I replied �not much� and he asked
if I wanted "some hooch". I looked around believing my mother
somehow would have heard, and dropping my voice to a whisper,
inquired after what he had.

"Four quart bottles of beer and a half bottle of gin" he replied.
"The olds are both out at the moment,� he added.

"OK," I replied. "Where can we drink them?�

"Ocean Beach. In the glade at the south end," he answered. "Meet
me in an hour".

While it was possible to pass our house to Ocean Beach he clearly
was going the alternate route and would not call for me. I went
back to The Hut and lay on the bunk again, thinking about Janie.
Invariably my hand started rubbing my cock through my jeans and
finally I was obliged to take it out and started jacking myself
while remembering from that morning, Janie's pronounced mons and
tight pubis in her jeans. I didn't last long and had to swivel my
hips sideways so the spurt of semen actually went sideways away
from me and hit the rug on the floor by the bed. I embarrassed
myself by crying out as I came, worried for some reason mom might
be near. I had swiveled to stop the ejaculation flying up into
the air above me, and then down onto my shirt and jeans. The last
few spurts slicked over my hand as it was, and I had to sit up to
stop the dribbles splashing my jeans. I reached for a paper
tissue from the box on the tall dresser beside the bunks, and
swabbed my hand and cock head. I was shattered. I lay back and
tucked my now semi hard cock back in my jeans. I lay there
thinking of the young blonde kid who had captured my interest
that day.

It would take me about 15 minutes to reach Ocean Beach which was
in easy walking distance from our house. Arriving down the
walking track from the opposite end of the beach, I prepared to
enter the glade formed by the overhanging trees. This was a
secluded area with a grassy area within, surrounded by the tress
on three sides with a narrow opening back onto the beach. I
spotted Kevvy standing beside a small white canvas carryall. He
was smoking. Something I hated as I was asthmatic and smoking
always set me off coughing and hacking uncontrollably. We both
beamed as soon as we saw each other, and Kevvy flicked the
cigarette away as I approached. He knew better to smoke in my
presence and got rid of the butt in deference to my health and
temper. I walked toward him quickly but suddenly a figure jumped
out of the long grass at the beachhead as I drew near to step up
into the glade area.

"Yaaaarrrgggghhhh" went the voice.

I recoiled backwards and fell in the sand. I looked up and saw
Arthur Dorman leaning over me laughing loudly at the fright I
took. Kevvy was also laughing.

"Bastard" I laughed at Arty as I got to my feet and shook the
sand off of my clothes. "Scared me shitless," I continued.

"What a wiener" said Arty and he trudged to join Kevvy, with me
in his wake.

Arty was known as one of "The Beagle Boys" from the Mickey Mouse
Disney comics. He and his three brothers were very light fingered
and had deserved reputations as sneak thieves. But he was also a
lot of fun and despite his predilections for pilfering what
didn't belong to him, we mixed with him regularly. Much to my
mothers chagrin. We went into the glade and Kevvy immediately
opened the first beer and handed it to Arty. Two more beers
followed; one for me and one for him. We sat down and started
talking about this and that. Kevvy telling stories about the
girls he dated from the all-girls school that was in social
cooperation with his school. Arty, not to be outdone spun us
yarns about a range of unknown girls he allegedly had while we
were absent at school over the last semester. Kevvy's bragging
could not be corroborated so we regarded it nominally as true.
Arty's tales could not be corroborated by asking anyone local.
His stories were usually untrue.  He had dropped out of high
school and worked on a large trawler out of Logansport, but he
still lived here in Morgan�s Beach with his parents. He traveled
back and forth to Logansport to join his ship. Nothing escaped
the village gossips, whose sources seemed to extend all the way
to Boston.  And Arty�s conquests would amount to zero, as always,
so definitely not true. But it was a ritual we went through. I
carefully avoided them questioning me for my stories. Apart from
Tracy, which was more of a platonic friendship, there were none.
I thought too much of Tracy to make up sexual escapades which
simply were not true. We swigged our beers from the bottle with
Arty finishing his first. He looked greedily at the lone quart
bottle lying on the ground next to a half full bottle of the gin.
Kevvy cottoned his meaning and quickly put the remaining quart in
perspective.

�Shotgun," he stated. "After Stevie and I have finished" and with
that he drained his bottle.

Mine was still about a third full and I tried to hurry. In truth
I was not a drinker so I was struggling to keep up. Eventually we
were all finished and the last bottle opened. It was while this
was happening I decided to take a pee. I don't know why, but
instead of heading further into the trees, I headed out onto the
sand and towards a rocky outcrop that formed a sheer bluff at the
south end of the beach. I was halfway to the rocks, to pee in sea
when I heard voices. I turned and I was staggered to see Janie
and Rina walking along the beach towards our end. They were
carrying rolled up towels and both had bathing suits with street
tops over the upper bodies. I was pleasantly surprised at their
appearance. It had warmed up considerably since my morning
arrival, but it was hardly tropical. I decided they hadn't seen
me and walked quickly to the rocky outcrop, over the top and down
the other side, to stand on the damp sand and then I peered back.
They stopped about 20 yards from where the entrance to the glade
was and lay their beach towels down and started removing their
street tops. Janie had a light blue bikini with some floral
pattern and Rina wore a navy blue one piece. I ducked out of
sight and took a piss. Then I realised there was little chance I
would get back to the guys without the girls seeing me. There was
nothing for it but to reveal myself lest I be seen as a peeper or
stalker. I clambered up over the rocks and Rina spotted me first.
She said something to Janie and started giggling. Janie waved and
I waved back tentatively. I didn't want Rina getting an idea I
was reciprocating, as I was scared she would blab. Janie stood
with a hand behind her back, standing coyly with one leg
strategically across the other, like bathing suit models.

I approached then and said, "Aren�t you freezing?"

"N-o-o-o" they both chorused.

"Its really quite warm now" said Rina.

She was right. One effect of the sea was to magnify what watery
sunlight there was and it must have been effectively about 70
degrees now, even though it was high overcast skies. Janie moved
and now stood legs askance and hands on hips. The fullness of her
young breasts were now obvious for the first time, with just a
hint of nipple visible. I quickly took a peek at her crotch and
almost died. The mound was clearly visible; almost to the point I
could see the light outline of the cleft between her legs. She
stood and smirked at me. Rina suddenly became quiet and an
awkward silence ensued. Rina broke the silence with "race you to
the water Janie" and with that turned and skipped down the beach.
Janie stayed as she was and looked me in the eye as she had been
doing every meeting to date.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Nothing. I'm with Kevin Milson and Arty Dorman,� I answered,
nodding in the direction of the glade where my two buddies were
hidden from her view. She scowled when I mentioned Arty.

"That pervert," she sneered.

I looked at her quizzically.

"He got caught peering into the girls bathing shed at the school
pool," she snorted.

I looked a little bemused. Arty was a rough devil. But I thought
peeking at little girls was too sleazy, even for him.

"Did he see anything," I laughed nervously and as looked
furtively at her breasts and down to her crotch.

"Pig!" she retorted and kicked sand at me.

She smiled demurely.

"Want to see me later?" she asked.

I turned and looked at Rina who was pretending to ignore us and
paddling up to her knees in the surf. Janie turned to look in the
direction I was looking and she read my mind.

"I can get rid of her," she said.

I looked at her. Silence.

"What's it to be?� she asked.

"OK," I answered. �Meet me around the rocks on the Mill Stream
side," I said indicating the visible sand-spit beyond the rocks
roughly in the middle of the beach. �In a couple of hours.�

My heart was pounding. Could I do this? She was so young. But she
was also hot. She was wearing a large cheap boy�s watch on her
right wrist. She glanced at it.

"A quarter after four," she confirmed.

"OK," I nodded.

I stood somewhat awkwardly. I wanted to flee in case Kevvy and
Arty appeared and caught me chatting to this kid.

"I'd better get back," I offered. "One more bottle of beer to
share.�

She shrugged, sighed, and then skipped off down to join Rina. I
watched her go. Her lovely young body bounding on those lithe
legs with the golden mane flowing behind her. I realised as soon
as I moved that I was half erect. Shit. I hope it wasn't obvious
to her. I moved off and rejoined the guys. The last bottle was
nearly empty.

"Where did you go?� Kevvy said. He was a little sour I thought.

"I went for a piss,� I answered.

"Took long enough," he scoffed.

I realised the beer had kicked in. He handed the bottle to Arty.
Then looking at me he said,� you�re too late" It was OK with me.
The two drank the last of the beer and threw the empty bottle
with the others. I frowned.

"Take them to the trash container along the beach I said."
"Nah, you do it. You're the boy scout," Kevvy sneered.

I had really pissed him off somehow. With that he started out for
the beach line. Arty dropped in behind him. They walked onto the
sand, not seeing the girls paddling in the wavelets rippling in
from the calm sea. As I stood watching them leave, I could see
Janie and Rina standing watching us, behind the guy�s view. At
the bottom of the trail that led up the bank to the road, Kevvy
stopped and looked back.

"Oh and you can take care of the gin," he said.

"Why me?" I asked.

"Because I swiped it so you can stash it," he said and with that
they both vanished.

Kevvy was a good guy but often if things never met his
expectation he could get somewhat diffident and even semi-abusive
if he had a culprit to focus on. I had come to accept that of him
and generally ran interference to ensure he was happy. I guess I
was a bit of a toady to him and often backed down when I should
have stood my ground. I gathered up the bottles and walked along
to the picnic area beyond where the girls had set up. I dropped
the bottles into the trash bin. At the sound of the clinking
bottles they both looked up. They were paddling in the water. I
watched them. They were about 25 yards away. Janie was squatting
down in the water and I heard her squeal, as the water must have
been relatively cool. I though she may had been taking a pee
through here bikini bottom but she was most likely teasing me as
she looked up at me with her head cocked to one side, with that
knowing smile ever present. She stayed down and splashed Rina and
then swiveled back around to look at me. She gave me a sly wave
then turned back again. At that moment a larger wavelet slapped
into her chest and she rolled backwards onto her butt. She
coughed and spluttered and then turned to look at me to see if I
had seen her awkward drenching. I stood grinning. She then turned
to Rina who was standing seaward of her and giggling, and then I
saw her head dip forward and clearly heard her say "oooh, I got
sand in it". I stopped and stared, not believing what I heard.
Clearly she was referring to her sex and the dip of her head was
when she had pulled the waistband of the bikini bottom out and
peered down at herself as the water receded again. Rina was taken
aback and I heard her gasp "Janie that's rude," and started
giggling again.

I shook my head and trudged back to the clearing to recover the
gin. Just how I was going to ferry this home without a paper bag
or tote I couldn't decide. I was able to find a paper bag in the
trash container and wrapped the gin it. I tucked the package
under my arm and headed off up the rough road away from the
beach. I picked my way up the hill and reached the plateau onto
our street. So far no one encountered. Instead of walking along
the road the 100 yards to our gateway, I cut into the trees
opposite where I had arrived up from the beach. I wouldn't be
seen with the bottle even though it was disguised. I picked my
way through the trees until I came to the side of The Hut and
checking to see mom wasn't visible at the kitchen window, I
quickly went inside. I took the bottle and stashed it under the
old couch. There was just enough clearance for the bottle to slip
under.

Chapter 3: Paradise Found.

I sat down on the couch and pondered this day so far. I was
excited but also apprehensive about my rendezvous with Janie. I
wished she was more my age. The whole idea of she and me and any
form of sex play was slightly worrying. I knew enough about the
legal state of things to realise I'd be the big villain if
anything happened and it became know. But my sexual experience to
date had been non-existent and I wanted desperately to go the
next step and actually have some sort of experience with a girl.
My experience to date was mainly grade school fumbles and the odd
escapade with a younger cousin who seemed to remove her panties
for any old reason. So I knew the female anatomy as distinct from
males. But that was about all. I also was adept at heisting �Lady
Chatterley�s Lover� from the bookcase in the house, and reading
over and over again about Mellors� and Constance. The broad
Yorkshire accent spelled out on the page before me was a bit
baffling but I understood "thaat nice" and of course the word
"cunt" as Mellors coaxed Constance to receive him in the woods.
To this day I am impressed at how, as a man, Lawrence was
purportedly able to capture the female essence of Constance's
emotions during encounters with her gamekeeper lover. Clearly she
had had an orgasm. How did the male author get the description so
believable? Even to a sweaty 16-year-old boy with no sexual
experience whatsoever. That part fascinated me and I lost count
how many times I had masturbated to that passage.

Finally the hour hand dragged around to 3:50pm and I knew I would
have to get moving to be at our rendezvous by 4:15. I left The
Hut back through the trees the way I had approached from earlier.
I walked through the thicket and edged around O�Gorman�s cottage
- the nearest dwelling to ours - and walked down its path to the
road. Mom looked after the cottage for the owner who lived in
Boston. She opened it for the visitors who rented it. It was
currently empty. I went back onto the public road and walked down
the hill to the Mill Stream Bridge. There I cut into the trees
and picked my way along the bank of the stream and finally came
to the small beach on the inner estuary where the stream formed a
shallow slow moving expanse of water. It was brackish from the
decades of silt and leaves that fell from the trees as it
meandered down the slope from the foothills. Its color was that
of a rich tea stain. But it was pure and clean to drink, at least
back from where it mingled with the salty sea; according to the
state of the tide. There had been an old mill further up the
creek, across the road. Long gone, but there was still pockets of
preserved sawdust from the hardwoods that had been milled 50
years earlier at least. And large timbers lying on the bottom of
the deeper parts of the creek bed, that were dark and smooth on
the outer, but hard in the middle. Worn smooth by the water
flowing over them for generations.

I reached the small inner beach and walked around the corner to
the main sandy area, most of which was the sand spit that had
been surrendered by the outgoing tide. There was a low headland
and then beyond it was the main dividing ridge, to Bathing Beach,
were I had been with Kevin and Arty earlier. This side was simply
known as Old Mill Stream Beach. I looked up to the long flowing
silky grass that covered the lower slope and then to the edge of
the trees that stopped about two thirds of the way down the hill.
That was where I had decided my tryst with Janie would take
place. Many days I spent as a younger boy, lying in the grass
with friends or alone. Just talking or wondering about life. It
was a complete fortress of sorts. Not visible from the walking
trail people used as access to the Mill Stream side for swimming
and picnicking. I knew this well. It was familiar and a safe
haven. I climbed the low bank to the foot of the slope and moved
up through the long grass for about 10 yards and lay down,
invisible from view. I parted the grass and lay looking down
across my own chest and between my parted legs. I could just see
the beach below the lip of the bank and if I raised my gaze, the
stream on the far side of the sand spit as it burbled around to
the breakers at the narrow mouth as the dirty fresh water greeted
the bluish green of the sea.

I looked at my watch. It was 4:15. Janie couldn't be far away. I
lay and waited. Finally at about 4:30 I decided she was just
teasing me and she had no intention of coming at all. I was both
disappointed and relieved; conflicting emotions. I thought about
her in her bikini and the soft mound between her legs. I rubbed
my crotch and it wasn't to long before I had a full erection in
my shorts. I figured the trek here would not be totally wasted so
I gingerly untangled my cock from my shorts and pulled it through
my flies. I lay back and started slowly jacking myself with
visions of Janie's crotch as a stimulus to my own hand. I hadn't
been stroking very long when I heard a noise. I froze. It was
somewhere off to my left, behind me. I tucked my stiff member
back in my pants and slowly raised my head to see what the noise
was. It was a steady swish, swish sound. Then I saw her. She was
coming down the trail through the long grass. I say it was a
trail but in truth the low shrubs and bushes on the sloping
hillside defined it more. The long grass covered the ground
between the trees and she was picking her way through the most
direct course to the bottom, where no doubt she expected I would
be waiting. As she drew abreast of me I called her name. I sort
of whispered it as loud as I could. She stopped when she heard
her name and scanned the immediate vicinity. She was looking away
from me so I hissed her name again and rose a bit higher on my
haunches. Her gaze traversed the slope in front of her, not
turning far enough to see me.

I called again: "Janie, to your right".

She heard and turned immediately and saw me and flashed that
smile. I was floored by it and this sweet ache came over me and
as she started to pick her way through the grass, and she quickly
gave a furtive glance over her shoulder in case somebody was
following down the slope; or watching from the edge of the road
further up the hill on the plateau. She reached me quickly. I had
rolled back to half sitting, half lying. She stood a few feet
away. I was surprised to see she was now wearing a short denim
skirt and polo top. I had expected the jeans. She had a pair of
open toed sandals on and she was carrying a small fabric bag with
long straps hanging from one shoulder. She knelt before me and
searched in the bag and produced a beach towel, and without
speaking held it out. I rose on my knees and we lay the towel out
on the ground as best we could, given the length of the grass. We
rolled the grass with our hands and flattened it as best we
could. This was done in silence. When we had smoothed the towel
we both lay down on our hips, legs to one side and our heads
propped up by a hand on elbow, looking at each other. She grinned
impishly at her accomplishment of meeting me here. Gone was the
knowing looks she had previously been giving me. The tease had
gone. She was just as apprehensive and nervous as I was.

I moved towards her and she immediately took the cue. We met with
a sort of bumping of noses but quickly our lips met and I was in
my first real passionate embrace with a girl. I rose to kneel
while she stayed much on one hip, half lying. I was leaning over
her and slowly as we warmed to the experience she rolled back
until she was now lying supine.  Her breasts jutted at me and I
moved in closer and felt their firmness through the polo shirt.
We kissed as if we were demented. All of those nights slobbering
on my forearm as I practiced kissing various fantasy girls, now
came to fruition. Only this time it was real and it was sweet.
She was a novice also but the joy for both of us was in exploring
this new experience and it did not take long before we had a
rhythm going and our kisses were rapidly becoming more and more
expert. In short we made out for about 10 to 15 minutes until we
had to take a break. I had started to get cramp and she was
getting a sore back lying half to one side of a small ridge on
the ground. I maneuvered her over onto the towel and I lay beside
her. This was far more civilized and we clasped each other and
continued making out. After another few minutes of kissing I
tentatively strayed a hand up to the bottom of the polo shirt
that had pulled from her skirt waist. I ran the hand under the
material and slowly circled my fingers around her stomach. She
sighed and I took this as encouragement. I moved my fingers
slowly up her belly towards her chest, eventually stopping at the
bottom of her bra. She showed know sign of objecting. I threw
caution to the wind and slowly I lifted my hand and slowly
dropped it over one of her young breasts. She sighed again and
kissed me more fervently. She wanted this. I began rubbing and
kneading the breast through the bra. Eventually my courage grew
and I pushed the soft cup back off the breast and run my hand
over the nipple that was jutting up hard. I stated to massage the
breast and pinched the nipple. This was pure instinct; and she
did not object. In fact she was now sucking at my lips in short
spasms and her sighs became low mewling sounds.

It was clear even to an out and out novice like me that this was
working for her. I worked her nipple in my fingers, occasionally
squeezing it, which brought about low groans of discomfort. I
learned quickly and while pinching it felt good to me, she
preferred the rolling motion of all my fingers and pressure on
the aureole with my palm. Then she took some initiative, and I
started as I felt her hand at my belt. I realised what she wanted
so I eased slightly away from her, leaving a better access to my
belt buckle and button at the waist of my jeans. Slowly, and
almost expertly, she undid the belt and the button and eased the
zipper open. I was still hard from my earlier attempt to jack off
and she moved her hand inside my shorts and finally extracted my
hard erection out the top of the waistband on my boxers. She was
getting more forceful now and she was able to push the shorts
down and exposed all of my hard cock. Satisfied it was free of my
jeans, she began a slow rhythmic stroking. I was concentrating on
what she was doing and had stopped massaging her breast. She made
a noise into my mouth and shrugged the shoulder on the side of
the breast I was handling. It was a "hey buddy, back on task"
shrug. I got the message and started to massage the nipple again.
She groaned audibly into my mouth and resume sucking my tongue.
Here we lay; me fingering her breast and she jacking my cock,
while we kissed passionately. After we had kissed a few more
minutes like this, I was sensing I needed more pressure on my
cock. She held it between her thumb and three fingers, but almost
like one would hold a cigarette so as not to crush it. I moved my
hips around a little as if to encourage more pressure but she
never cottoned onto what I wanted. I decided to throw caution to
the wind.

"Suck me. Take me in your mouth" I said.
Her eyes flew open wide.

"What?" she gasped.

She looked down at me. It was the first time she had actually
looked at it.

"Take me in your mouth and suck me. Give me a blowjob, I urged.
The realisation of what I was asking suddenly crystallized with
the word �blowjob�.

"I...I'm not sure I can..." she stammered.� It looks so big."

I fell instantly and irrevocably in love with this luscious young
kid as she uttered those words. My heart purred and I swear my
cock grew another inch in appreciation.

"Just start with the end...use your tongue and your hand," I
encouraged her.

She looked in two minds as to whether or not she could or would,
so to make it her final decision I slowly rolled back flat on my
half of the towel and lay passive. She still held me and could
now see the entire organ exposed. The waist of my shorts trapped
under the underside of the scrotum. She flicked her hair behind
her ears and took me in her two hands so that only an inch or so
and the head were visible above the hands. She eased up on her
knees and then slowly leaned forward and brought her head down to
her hands. She tentatively touched the head with the tip of her
tongue. I wanted to grab her head and plunge into her but I held
still and she slowly started running the tongue around the head.
I deduced that she was checking for any abhorrent taste and/or
odor and when she never sensed either, she began to tongue me
with even more pressure until she finally parted her lips and
allowed the head to slide in. I felt the light grazing of her
teeth and she was using her hands to check the depth of
penetration as she began to swirl her tongue around the inch or
so she had in her mouth. This was bliss. I lay somewhat still and
slowly she became bolder and allowed her hands to start to stroke
me, exposing more of the length of my cock to take into her mouth
as she bobbed her head. As she stroked her hands down, she leaned
forward and took more of me into her mouth. As the hand came up
again, she eased her head back and the shaft slipped, nearly out
of her mouth. Each time she exposed more of the length above her
hands, I slowly lifted my hips. She didn't realise this pushed
more in until I moved up sufficiently for the tip to hit the back
of her throat and she gagged.

She immediately took her mouth off and coughed to one side. She
was embarrassed and I somewhat sheepishly smiled and became
still. The frown that had clouded her face disappeared and she
smiled and then quickly went back to her task, looking up at me
out of the corner of her eyes with an impish mistrust. I would
have feigned passion to add to the effect but the truth of the
matter was that feigning was not required. This was fucking
delicious, as she was now expertly sucking at least 2 inches back
in her mouth. No point in being greedy and I began to feel the
low slow ache that was the first sign that an orgasm was on its
way. I started to groan and utter encouragement. She pulled off
and laughed and teased me that �Stevie was getting randy� and
then went back to work.; now hunched over my groin with both
hands massaging the remaining length of my prick that was not
engulfed in her sweet lips. I couldn't last much longer and I
made the mistake of putting my hands on her head. She felt me
push down and she started to complain as the cock lurched further
into her mouth. I was now holding her and she was starting to
freak as I had gone much deeper than previously. I couldn't help
myself. I need the depth and the pressure and she was resisting.

I started to gasp; "Janie, oh God Janie...do me, do it, suck
it..." I was gibbering like a mad man and she was getting a bit
worried as I started into my pre-orgasm contracting of my hips
and suddenly I erupted and she turned her head away to avoid the
airborne spurts of semen, all the time her two hands clutching me
tightly. I grabbed her hair and gasped "your mouth, finish me
with your mouth". She was mesmerized with reaction to my orgasm
and the semen that had spurted up and down onto my shirt and
jeans; and some that had run back onto her hands. I was urging
her to finish me, still moving my hips. To her credit she closed
her mouth over the head and took the taste of the remnants of
semen leaking from my cock. She sucked it and then looked at me
and smiled and uttered "yum, yum".

I fell even further in love with this gutsy little angel. She
hadn't taken the load; I had scared her off. But she was quickly
back onto our previous wavelength and she stroked me a few times
as I finally began to soften. She poked at the cum splashes on my
shirt and watched as they were absorbed into the fabric. There
were a couple of smears on my jeans pocket - most had landed on
the grass - and she scooped them off the stiffer denim fabric
with her finger. She then offered her finger to my lips. Oh shit.
How can I resist this when she had in effect laved me clean? I
slowly opened my lips and she pushed her fingers in. I licked my
own semen from her fingers. In truth such a small quantity was
not at all offensive. The taste was that musky saltwater taste
and the texture like mayonnaise. I instantly recognised this act
as symbolic to her as much as anything. If I wanted her to taste
my cum then I had to show willing by reciprocating. She lay
sideways on an elbow and run her hand over my chest. I turned and
took her face and we kissed.

"Rest" she said and she snuggled into me with her head in the
nape of my neck.

I ran my arm around her and cuddled her in. The setting sun was
leaving long shadows from one of the broad leaf trees between us
and to the west. I looked at my watch. It was 5:20. Shit! Time
had really flown by. She took my flaccid cock in a hand and
fondled it. I was suddenly aware of the pressure from the
waistband of my shorts on the underside of my cock and balls. In
the heat of the blowjob I had totally overlooked this rather
awkward situation with my clothes. I looked at her and grinned
and slipped the cock back into the shorts. She protested in mock
dissatisfaction but then cooed with glee as I pulled my cock out
through the opening in the shorts. This was much easier on me. We
lay there for another few minutes. Silent; just enjoying our
closeness. I could smell the faint odor of salt in her hair. No
doubt from when she was swimming earlier. She must have rushed
home, and having found a way to ditch Rina, came back to meet me.
 I looked at her gazing down at my cock. She was pushing the
foreskin back and then pulling it over and moving the organ
around so she could view it from different angles.

"Do you like?" I asked.

She looked up at me.

"It's funny,� she said wistfully. "It looks like Lambchop�s mouth
when the skin�s loose out front,� she mused, referring to the
famous Shari Lewis sock puppet. �It�s so soft and small."

Sounds of parts of my ego falling to ground!!!

"He can be hard for you," I said with encouragingly.

"I liked the way it came hard in my hands,� she continued. "And
then you tried to choke me with it," she said in mock
remonstration at my aggression earlier on.

"You have no idea what I was trying to hold back," I laughed.

"I did like it" she said almost apologetically and looked up at
me with her lovely blue eyes. "It was just that it frightened me
a little when you went a bit mental," she added.

"All men get a bit frantic when they cum. A lot of women do to" I
said without any experience as to whether this was true or not.

It must be. Shere Hite said so (another masturbation book I had
had the chance to read a couple of times - shared around my class
at high school, only to vanish, lost to its owner taken by one of
his sweaty friends).

She looked at me.

"How do you know about women?� she asked almost accusingly.

"Well I've read about it," I answered. "In the Hite Report".

"The Hite Report" she mimicked. "What's that?"


"It's a book written by Shere Hite on women's sexuality" I
answered. Full of stories and memories by women.

"Ooohhhh. Stevie reads dirty books. Do you play with yourself?�
she asked with a laugh.

A few more pieces of my ego fell away. I was embarrassed at the
suggestion I masturbated. Bad enough from my friends - who all
did - but not from a just-teen girl. But then I had to get over
this. I had just had her mouth on my cock so I was in no place to
get precious. Silence. She sensed I was a bit miffed.

"I do,� she said quietly.

I was stunned at her words.

I turned to her. "What"?

"I do...play with myself" she answered softly.

The ego was restoring and we were heading back on even par again.

"With my fingers. I like it a lot. I think I have
orgasms...well...I feel good and get to a point where I have to
stop and I'm tired. Like going over a cliff, or a waterfall or
free falling," she answered wistfully.

She was gazing just past my face as she was relating the imagery
of her masturbation. Now the adult man would have pressed her for
lascivious description of how, why and when. But the 16-year-old
boy acknowledged the depth and honesty of this confession in the
context of his own nocturnal (nearly always) playing. Instead a
bond was formed between us and I pulled her to me and we lapsed
into silence. I wasn't going to press her on detail. Time to
learn I thought.

"What about you?" I softly whispered after a short silence.

"What?" she asked, turning her head to look at me.

"What about you, you know...what can I do?" I asked.

"You mean sex?� she said.

I hadn't meant full sex; I actually reasoned I might be able to
fondle her as well. Pick up with the nipples again; and maybe
finger her. I was also thinking of cunnilingus but I felt that
was still somewhere far off in the future.

"Yeah," I lied. "It's all been mostly for me so far," I said.

"Not all" she said. I liked kissing, and what you did with my
nipple. And I like holding you and sucking you. And I'm sorry I
missed seeing you shoot properly. I only saw the end of it," she
continued.

A pause.

"Maybe we can go somewhere better and try sex," she said
optimistically.

The ego was now fully repaired.

"I know somewhere," I answered cautiously.

Did she really mean it?

"Where" she asked quickly, her eyes brightening and revealed her
willingness was not just talk.

"O�Goman�s cottage" I answered. �Back in the trees along from our
place,"

It was perfect. Mom had the keys. The place would be empty for
another two weeks. When left empty the cottage always had the
curtains pulled to stop the sunlight shining through the windows
and fading the furniture and fabrics of the bed covers and such
like. We could move about inside without anyone knowing we were
there. I related the situation to Janie and she was instantly
convinced. She took me by the shoulders and kissed me
passionately.

"I so much want it to be real for us," she said.

A cloud passed over my thoughts. Time for some ground rules.

"Listen Janie. There are a lot of people who would not welcome
knowing we were together.�

I paused and she frowned at my words.

"The difference in our ages would not be an issue if I was, say
22 and you were say, 18 or 19. But you are junior high and I am
at high school so I would be seen as preying on young girls. We
can't behave like a couple. No one must ever know about this," I
said with a grave tone.

She screwed her face up and looked away. She sat up and twiddled
some grass seed heads in her hands.

"You don't want to be seen with me?" she asked.

"I can't be seen with you,� I pleaded. "It would raise too many
questions as to why I wasn't with girls more my own age. How old
are 12, 13?"

She interjected "I was 13 last month"

"I'm 16. It's too much of a gap," I continued in a pleading
voice.

She looked sullen. Then she turned and looked at me.

"Can we still be together?" she asked.

"Of course we can. Like I just said. At O�Gorman�s cottage. No
one will ever know," I said optimistically.

She nodded her agreement, albeit reluctantly, given we couldn't
even walk the village in close proximity to each other. But we
could meet for sex. That's what she had said. I looked at my
watch. It was nearly 5:45pm.

"What time are you expected home?" I asked.

She looked at her watch and started. "Oh shit! I told mom I would
be home at 6:00," she said in a panic. "We're going to Foster's
for dinner."

She jumped up and started to tug at the towel. I rolled off it
and she picked it up, and holding it under her chin, began
ritually folding it to put back in the bag that was lying above
us on the sloping ground.

"You go back up the hill the way you came," I cautioned. "I'm
going to go down onto the beach and I'll just use water�s edge
along the shore, to the old bridge. From there I'll cut up the
hill to home. You go the ocean way around the street. Not past
our place. Go down past the church, you know...?" I tapered off.

She nodded as I recited her route that would see we went in
different directions, away from our love nest in the grass.

"When do we meet tomorrow?" she asked quickly.

"One o'clock tomorrow" at the cottage. Come up the back road from
your place. When you are about abreast of Harrison�s barn, cut
into the trees and walk directly as if you were going through to
the road I live on. You will come to the back of the cottage.
I'll be waiting."

I had described to her how to get to the cottage with the minimum
chance of being seen.

"If there is anyone on that road when you need to enter the
trees, just keep going on the road. Wait until it is clear then
double back. No need attracting attention" I cautioned.

She nodded her understanding and leaned forward and we embraced
and kissed. She looked up at me. "I'll think of you tonight...you
know�in bed" she said.

I knew what she meant.

"And I will think only of you to, I answered in a solemn pledge.

Well at least one of the several times I would masturbate. I
didn�t need another dose of D. H. Lawrence to remind me of how
jack off.

Chapter 4: Family Life.

We separated and I slunk down the slope to the beach, keeping low
in the long grass in case someone somewhere up on the road may
chance to look our way and perhaps see two figures separating
from a common point. She was quite cunning and circled past a
couple of the low trees which obscured her from the road above,
and then she straightened onto the traditional route back up the
hill to the road. I arrived home about 6:20pm and mom had my
dinner on a plate in the oven. She was watching TV in the front
room so I joined her and ate my food on my lap. Dad was sound
asleep in bed, having arrived home from the pub about 4:30.
Pissed as usual. Fortunately he was always an amiable drunk and
usually went to bed after his belated lunch or early dinner. I
finished my dinner and sat and watched TV with mom. I wasn't
really taking it in.

"What did you do today?� mom asked.

"I went for a walk down Mill Stream," I answered. I might as well
be truthful, in case someone had seen me in the vicinity.

"It's good to get back to the old haunts," mom said with a
chuckle.

"Yeah, I like it here" I said. It was actually a truth layered in
a lie. I loved where I had been raised. As a kid it was full of
hidden depths and always plenty to do if you were inventive
enough. Loose in the forest with an axe to make huts and forts;
or playing pirates as we rowed about in our father�s rowboats,
out on the bay. But the truth was I was not going to settle here.
I had a dream to get to university and beyond. There was no
employment worthy of a university graduate around here. I knew
mom secretly wished that to. Not to be a fisherman; though Dad
always claimed he wanted one of his sons to follow in his
footsteps. For why, I could not say but on balance that left me
as the last hope. We were all hopefully destined to be more
successful than him in spite of him; not because of him. He used
to joke he had pissed more money against the wall than most men
had earned. A not too idle boast if kept in perspective. He had
been a top fisherman but over the years the taste for booze and a
growing reluctance to work the marginal-weather days saw him
being left behind. He became lazy with it, to a point that when
he tried to get bridging finance to buy his own boat (he had
worked all his life for a company) his average yearly catch was
too low for the bank to risk it. Years before they would have
begged to give him money. He eventually got a loan and
surprisingly he paid the boat off quite quickly. Mom was always
appreciative that my brothers and sister had found decent living
away from the area. She knew I would need to follow them to
prosper. And financially I had been the best chance for them to
support one of us academically. We just had to keep dad from
trying to persuade me out of university after high school.

Later that night, as I had promised Janie, I masturbated thinking
of her and her hot young body. I could feel the nipple, the taste
of her mouth as we kissed, and her mouth and her fingers on my
cock. I had the blankets rolled back and came hard into a
handkerchief crushed over the head of my dick, to save the
sheets. Later I caved in and had to read more of Lady
Chatterley�s Lover, and this culminated in another hard cum into
the handkerchief. I slept soundly and as the birds sounded
daybreak I came to and I stroked my early morning piss hard. I
loved these erections caused by the full bladder. They always
stayed hard almost indefinitely and I could extrapolate the
fantasies about this girl, or that girl, for ages before deciding
when to cum. This morning was no exception and I imagined Janie's
mouth remaining on my cock head as I filled her with my
ejaculation. The handkerchief was partly stiff with the dried
exploits of the previous evening, and the remainder soaked with
this day-breaker effort. I always poked the hanky well down in
the laundry basket so mom would gather it in a bundle of clothes
to feed into the washing machine. But in reality I bet she knew
why, judging by the steady stream of crumpled material and no
running nose to speak of. This next day had started as all others
and dad arose first, refreshed by sleep from his boozy haze of
the night before. He always cooked breakfast for mom and my being
home was no different. After breakfast I helped mom wash the
dishes while dad pottered around outside.

�What have you got planned for today Stevie?� mom asked as I
stood wiping the dishes dry.

�I�m not sure. I might give Kevvy a call and see what he is up
to,� I answered absentmindedly.

She turned and frowned a little.

�No drink,� she said firmly.

I blushed, thinking of the previous day and the beer. Also the
gin stashed under the couch in The Hut. I looked at my mother
innocently.

�Don�t give me that innocent look,� she laughed. �I know Kevin�s
parents don�t disapprove of drinking and give him alcohol without
supervision. So it stands to reason you might get involved with
it as well,� she said a little more seriously.

It was true. Kevvy�s father used to boast he would rather his son
drink at home, rather than be sneaking away somewhere to drink
secretly. So Kevvy usually had a lot of soirees at his home when
his parents went out. Pity Mr. Milson was not around yesterday if
only to see the fallacy in that claim.

�No mom. I don�t like beer much anyway,� I said unconvincingly.

She smirked an �Oh yeah, right?� look at me and grinned, going
back to washing the dishes.

I went back out to The Hut after finishing the dishes and sat on
the divan. I reached under the divan, seeing if I could touch the
gin bottle while seated normally. I felt my fingertips just graze
the glass bottle on its side. I crouched down on the floor and
pushed my hand under to push the bottle back further from prying
hands, should anyone feel under for any reason. Maybe mom looking
for a stray sock, or shorts, or other articles of clothing when
she took my laundry out to wash. I spent the rest of the morning
cleaning The Hut and tossing out old clothes that Tim and Sam had
left hanging in the closet. Mom always saw value in these
hand-me-downs but I refused to wear anything that I did not get
brand new. The morning dragged by and I frequently thought of
Janie and what we did the day before. I was apprehensive.
Convinced she would not come as planned.

Chapter 5: Two Virgins.

Mom called me at noon and said there was a sandwich for me if I
wanted. I acknowledged her call and went inside. She had sliced
bread and cold cuts, mayo and pickles on plates on the table
from, which to make my own sandwich. Dad had left for the pub
again, much to mom�s disappointment. She confessed she tried to
talk him into taking me out around his lobster traps for the
afternoon. It was warm but there was a strong onshore breeze
blowing. He had complained the weather was too choppy and as the
forecast for the next day was for an offshore breeze, they could
wait another day. I finished my sandwich and a soda, and as mom
cleaned up the table I sidled over to the sideboard when she went
out into the kitchen. I quickly slid the top drawer open and
removed one of the two sets of keys mom held for O�Gorman�s
cottage, and slipped them into my pocket. I called thanks for
lunch to mom and went back out to The Hut. I waited until about
ten minutes to one and slipped out the door of The Hut and into
the trees and headed for O�Gorman�s. I arrived at the back porch
of the cottage and looked around. The place was silent and the
curtains drawn on all of the windows. I selected the large key
for the back door and opened the lock with some difficulty. The
lock was old and stiff. I went in and the place smelled musty
from being closed for at least a month since the last tenants. I
wandered around. Large open plan living area with a large couch
in front of an open fireplace, and a dining table and 6 chairs
set to one side. There were a number of ordinary pictures of
mountain scenes and suchlike on the plain plaster walls. There
was a long bench seat under one set of windows with a hutch
dresser at one end against the wall. The cottage had an open
cathedral ceiling formed by the pitch of the roof, and there was
a small area mezzanine floor covering most of the dining area and
I knew there was a set of bunks up there, against the wall, with
a ladder to get to the mezzanine level. To the side of the back
entranceway where I had come in, there was a door with a small
kitchen on the other side. Adjacent to the kitchen door, there
was another door that led to the bathroom. The single bedroom was
off to one side of the basic rectangle shaped living area. I
walked across and opened the door and looked in. There was a
small three quarter double bed and a single bed pushed against
each wall to the sides, with a chest of drawers in between. There
was also a free standing cupboard used as a closet. The beds had
bed covers on, with pillows underneath the cover at the head of
each bed. But I knew there would be no sheets or blankets. There
were blankets piled up on top of the cupboard. I went to the
single window and pushed the curtains apart slightly and peered
out. I could see the path down to the road and there was also the
driveway up to the side of the building and a lean-to carport.
The main entrance to the building was off the carport. The road
was beyond the gateway and all was quiet. One hundred yards along
the road to the right was our place. I went back into the living
area and sat on a chair at the dining table. And I waited.

It had gone ten after one when I first checked my watch. No sign
of Janie. I got up and walked out into the living area and went
to the back entrance. I slowly opened the door and peered out. No
sign of her. All was quiet apart from the faint rustle of the
wind in the trees. I went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed.
I looked at the blankets piled on top of the cupboard. I pulled
the cover back on the larger of the two beds. There was a rough,
coarse undersized blanket on top of the faded mattress. I
frowned. Shit. That was too rough for naked skin. I looked in a
drawer in the bottom of the cupboard and found a threadbare set
of bed sheets. I realized my mother would have the main supply in
our linen cupboard at home; to stop them becoming musty in the
cottage while it was unoccupied. I quickly lifted one of the
sheets and with one hand, pulled the bedcover back off the end of
the bed. I quickly spread the sheet over the blanket and pulled
the cover nearly to the head of the bed, and turned it back. I
glanced at my watch again. A quarter past one. I went to the
backdoor a second time and looked out. Still no sign. Finally at
about one thirty, I decided she wasn�t coming so I pulled the
bedcover up properly and left the cottage, locking the door
again. I was just about to move back into the trees when I heard
a whistle. I swiveled around and there was Janie peering around a
large beech tree about 20 feet back into the woods. I beamed at
her and my heart leapt with anticipation. I beckoned her come
hither and she quickly skipped across the distance between us and
into my arms, giving me a sloppy wet kiss. She broke and looked
at me and giggled. I smiled and took her face in my hands and
kissed her passionately. She responded warmly and I felt her push
herself against me, causing my cock to harden as I felt the heat
from her groin against my crotch.

�Come On,� I whispered. We turned and I took her hand and led her
to the back door. �I thought you had chickened out,� I continued
in a low voice.

I inserted the old key in the keyhole and jiggled it to open the
lock.

�It was old man Summers. He was walking ahead of me with his dog.
I was trying not to catch him up but he waited for me. I didn�t
know how to ditch him, as the only reason to be on the road was
to walk past your place and back to the main road. I couldn�t
just cut into the trees without reason,� she explained quietly.

I looked at her sharply.

�Did he see you come in her?� I asked cautiously.

�No�. She shook her head and stared at me. �I made out I had
forgotten something and excused myself to go back home,� she
continued. I doubled back to Hamilton�s and as soon as I got
around the bend out of sight, I turned around and watched as he
disappeared down the hill past your place. Then I came back.�

I smiled. �Smart thinking.�

The door opened, I ushered her in. She walked into the middle of
the room and looked around.

�Hey, this isn�t bad,� she exclaimed and headed towards the
opened bedroom door. It was quite warm outside and warmer inside.
She walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed and run her hand
over the cover. She screwed her nose up slightly at the old
cover. I grinned at the cute face she made with the grimace. I
walked to the head of the bed and pulled the cover back. She
spotted the plain white sheet and nodded approval. She turned the
back of the cover and saw the rough threads underneath.

�In there,� I motioned to the cupboard drawer. �Another sheet.�

She rose off the bed and opened the drawer, taking out the sheet.
I watched as she pulled the cover right off the bed and quickly
spread the sheet on top of the one I had already place on the
mattress.

�Help me,� she instructed.

I quickly grabbed one side of the cover she was holding and
together we drew it part way up and she folded it back as I had
done earlier. The bed was made. We stood and looked at each
other. For the first time since she had arrived, I felt somewhat
nervous at how to start. She wore the same denim skirt of
yesterday but this time she wore a pale yellow shirt. I looked a
little like seersucker with raised patterns in lines on the
sleeves and front. I could see the outline of her bra underneath.
Her breasts were small but full and in proportion to her slim
body and there was a hint of a nipple on one breast. She looked
at me staring at her and pushed a hand forward and took my shirt
by the pleated button front and pulled me towards her. We
collided and she immediately embraced me and we kissed. She was
urgent and soon she had her crotch pressed against the thigh of
one leg, moving against me. She was hot for it. We stood like
this for a few minutes and I grew hard against her leg. She
realized I was erect and quickly broke and tugged at my belt and
top button as she had done yesterday. She quickly bared my crotch
by pulling my briefs down and my cock sprang out and up. Without
missing a beat she dropped to her knees and went down on me. She
worked the shaft with her hand while she sucked and twirled her
tongue around it. I heard the sucking and gulping sounds she was
making and the whistle of her breath through her nose as she
struggled to inhale while she sucked me. God it was exquisite. I
dropped my hand onto her hair and slowly moved her head as she
bobbed up and down on my cock; regulating the depth of the entry
into gher mouth by clamping her hand tightly halfway along my
cock. I was starting to build towards an orgasm that I didn�t
want just yet so I let her head go and quickly stripped my shirt.
I eased her off my cock and she groaned an objection. I stepped
back and hooked each sneaker off with my alternate foot, and
quickly shucked my jeans and briefs. I stood naked. She was
kneeling looking at me and I saw a hint of reticence come over
her face. I reached for her hands and eased her to her feet.
Without a word I pulled the shirt out of her skirt waistband and
started to undo the buttons while stood passively. She helped me
by easing first one, and then the other arm from the shirt and it
dropped off her back to the floor. She stood in her soft cup bra
with the small points where the seams of the cup met. I reached
behind and eased the zipper down on the skirt and pushed it off
her curves so it to fluttered to the floor. Looking me squarely
in the eye she stepped out of the skirt. Her panties were not
particularly flattering. Loose and puckered in the front with
little evidence of her crotch. I eased my hands down the sides
and started to draw them down her legs. She stopped me and looked
at me with a worried look on her face.

�Not yet,� she whispered.

She turned away and pulled the cover and top sheet back and
slipped into the bed. I followed and soon we were cuddling and
kissing; my cock pressed against her legs. I started to kiss her
softly, trailing my mouth across her cheeks and down her neck to
her chest above her bra. I slipped a hand under a bra cup and she
didn�t resist. I slowly worked the tight nipple in my fingers and
I soon noted her somewhat stiff posture was relaxing and she
rolled more onto her back, drawing me over her. We kissed while I
worked the nipple harder and soon noted a low series of groans
each time I squeezed the nubbin between my fingers. I lifted the
cup off her breast and exposed the nipple. I eased off her and
looked down at the pink aureole and the tight nipple; like the
tip of my pinky. I transferred my mouth to the nipple and eased
my hand under the other bra cup and soon I was mouthing one
nipple while fingering the other. She was now moving against my
mouth and her thigh was pressing against my aching cock. She
surprised me by rising quickly and quickly unhooked her bra,
discarding it onto the floor. She lay back, pulling me with her,
guiding my mouth onto one breast while I rolled the other nipple
between my fingers. I swapped hands and leaning across her, mouth
on her left breast while I used my left hand on her right breast,
I held myself just off her torso, propping my left elbow against
the mattress. I got accustomed to my weight on one elbow; she
showed appreciation of my ministrations by running her hands
through my hair as I suckled at her breast. She was absorbed with
the obvious enjoyment this gave her and I used this focus on her
part to slowly move my right hand down her tummy and slipped it
under the waistband of the panties. I slid it quickly down her
pubis, feeling the light hair on her mound, and eased my fingers
lightly between her legs. As I worked her nipples she attempted
to squeeze her legs as she felt my fingers graze her vulva. She
must have liked the touch because her resistance did not last
long and soon I felt her ease her legs apart and I was able to
hook my fingers inside the lips on her left side and slowly drew
them up and down. I had never before got this far with any girl
and I was now working purely on instinct. But I must have got it
right as she started to rub my head against her breast and open
up her legs as I slowly eased first one and then two fingers into
her now moist hole.

I flicked my thumb against the top of her slit and to my delight
she jerked when I slid it against the joining of the lips at the
top of the slit. I didn�t realise at first that it was my
movements that cased this reaction but it slowly dawned on me I
was causing this movement of her hips. I quickly assimilated her
rhythm and soon I was deliberately masturbating her clitoris with
two fingers in her now relaxing sex. I was fascinated at the heat
and the opening of her hole as I worked my fingers all the way
into her. She was decidedly wet now and her hips were moving
against my hand and the groans were now replaced by short gasps.
Like catching her breath regularly as she pulled my head onto the
nipple and pushed against my hand in her crotch. I was drugged
with her response and kept working her breast and cunt, drinking
in the response she was giving to my efforts. It was during this
concentration on my part that she came quickly, crying out and
lifting her hips up and hard against my hand. I was thrown
completely and stopped what I was doing in awe of her climax.

�No�n-o-o-o-o�don�t stop�keep going�keep going�� she panted,
frantically pulling at my hand between her legs.

I pulled my mouth off her nipple and looked back at her face. Her
eyes were screwed closed and her mouth was wide open and she was
gasping and groaning deeply on her exhales. Saliva dribbled out
of the corner of her mouth and I suddenly realized my hand was
decidedly wetter. I quickly moved my hand in her cunt again, and
she let out a low groan as she exhaled, then she gasped on the
intake of her breath. She was groaning loudly and finally she let
out a long groan and �n-o-o-o-o, oh God��pooch�� and twisted her
hips away from my invading fingers. I held them inside her and
pushed the clitoris hard with my thumb.

�No no, no, no, no,� she gasped quickly and squeezed her thighs
closed on my hand.

She half rolled away from me and I obliged by easing my fingers
from her and let her lie calm on her back. I brought my fingers
to my nose and smelt the warm sweet smell of her sex. I lay half
over her and kissed her. She kissed feebly and I eased back and
looked at her face. Her eyes were half open and she had a smile
on her face. She had her hands hooked around my neck. We kissed
and she slowly fluttered her eyes closed and I realized she had
drifted into a light faint. I lay across her for some time and
she dozed quietly. I was still hard and my cock was pressing into
her hip as I lay smelling her hair; looking at her lashes as her
eyes were closed, and studying the fullness of her lips slightly
parted. I was content to watch her like this; feeling somewhat
pleased I had given her obvious pleasure while masturbating her.
But as the minutes ticked away, I was wondering how long she
would stay this way and how I could revive her interest to
continue with the sex. I glanced at my watch. It wasn�t yet two
o�clock. I decided to go on the offensive and I slowly eased
myself up into a kneeling position causing the cover and sheet to
fall off my back and over her lower legs behind me. I looked at
the firm young breasts and the tight nipples that I had suckled
and tweaked with my fingers. The slight roundness of her tummy
and the sexy navel just above the waistband of her unflattering
underpants. I reached for the waistband and slowly eased then as
far as I could on the top and sides until I could move them no
further as they were trapped under her butt. I slipped my hands
under her buttocks and eased the back of the panties past the
globes of her butt and let her body fall back to the mattress.
Removing the panties was straightforward from that point. I drew
them under her and off her legs, discarding them onto the floor.
She was now as naked as me, and I leaned back and looked at the
plump pubis and the vee formed by her groin and upper inner
thighs. Her legs were loose together but any sight of her sex
lips or slit was restricted to a small split at the very bottom
of the pubis. The top of the vulva. She was lying partially on
one side, as she had snuggled into the crook of my arm while I
had been lying and holding her. I slowly eased her uppermost leg
away and this caused her to slowly roll back so she was flat on
her back. This also resulted in her legs being further apart. The
slit between the lips was pronounced and I stared in fascination
at the firm outer mound of each of the lips, tapering to the
light pinky color of the inner lips I was looking directly at. I
could see the slim wrinkle of the inner lips, splayed out
slightly by the natural stretch of her legs being apart, plus the
manipulation I had given them while masturbating her.

I gazed at the curly wiry hair around her pubis. She had clearly
passed puberty. There was no hint of prepubescent down apart from
the faint hairs that were just visible on her lower abdomen,
below her navel. She was a natural blonde but her pubic hair was
a gingery brown color. I slowly brushed the back of my fingers
across the pubic hair then trailed the fingertips down and
lightly stroked the sex lips. There was no reaction on her part.
So I contented myself for a few brief minutes just running my
fingers on the outside of her lips. There was no perceptible
reaction to convince me she was aware she was being touched. This
emboldened me so I slowly eased the fingertips inside the lips
and moved them slowly up and down, rather than in and out. She
was still quite wet from the masturbation so my fingers trailed
easily. Still she did not respond so I started to finger her more
deliberately, extending up to the upper junction and across her
clitoris (which I didn�t really know about but knew enough to
realise it was a sensitive spot). This brought almost immediate
response and I backed off and concentrated on working the
clitoral area. She sighed and rolled fully on her back and her
legs splayed out deliberately. I continued to finger her clitoris
and she was now starting to lubricate again. I was excited at the
power I felt I had over her sleeping body. I caught a movement
and looked up. I was astonished to see a hand come up to a nipple
and start to play with it. I realized this was almost an
involuntary reaction and stopped stroking her clitoris. Very soon
her eyes opened slightly and I could see she was looking beyond
me. Trying to come to grips on what was happening. All the while
she worked the nipple. Her free hand suddenly came across her
lower tummy and I watched as it headed for her crotch. I quickly
slipped my fingers back inside her and stroked the clitoris again
and her hand came across the back of my wrist, working it against
her. She was now getting into my advances.

I took this renewed interest and sexual arousal as a sign to go
further and I slowly eased one leg over her legs so our legs were
loosely interwoven. I then eased my leg from between her legs, to
the outside and I was now straddling her. I leaned forward
against my free forearm braced beside her on the mattress and
slowly lowered myself down over her. My cock was rock hard and I
felt it nudge against the mattress just below her crotch. By now
she was breathing heavily and the eyelids were slightly open,
though I�m not sure if she had focused on me, or if it was simply
a dream state. I had to remove my fingers from her cunt to take
my cock and guide it into her. When I stopped working her
clitoris, I felt her own hand move to replace mine. I brought the
tip of my cock up between her legs and slowly engaged the head
between the slick lips. I pushed forward and down slightly and I
was surprised at how easily I slid into her warm wet hole. I
gained about half my length inside her on the first push, then
drew back and pushed again sliding almost right in. I felt my
foreskin, which had been pushed back by the friction between our
flesh, start to equalize along the length of my shaft and after
the third or fourth in-stroke I was finally deep in her. Her hand
on her clitoris was now pinned between our bodies but she made no
attempt to withdraw. I looked at her face and realized she had
opened her eyes. Once again I felt she was looking through me
rather than at me and I wondered if she really saw me at all. I
started fucking her with long slow deliberate thrusts. She
quickly started to grunt on each inward push and every third or
fourth push I extended my thrust, causing a louder grunt from
her. There had been no alarm, no pain and no resistance to me
entering her. I slowly quickened my pace and soon I was fucking
her solidly and she grunted in time to my fucking deep. I could
hear the faint slap of my upper thighs against her and I was
aware my balls were slapping her butt-crack. This was bliss. I
was now starting to feel the dull sweet ache forewarning of my
impending orgasm. She had sacrificed her own stroking of her
clitoris and had her arms around my shoulders. I looked down at
her and for the first time I could tell she was now awake and
involved in what was happening. She started to hump herself back
and I could hear her grunting turning to the occasional cry as
she pushed her pubis up on my in-strokes. I realized we were now
in unison with the pleasure of the fucking and I settled to
making sure we ground our bodies together so I was pushing
pressure against her clitoris. I started fucking harder and she
groaned as much in discomfort at my slamming her, as to the
delight she was feeling by my cock pushing deep against her body.
I was so tuned into what I was creating in her that I missed the
final signals within myself and before I could slow and prolong
the ecstasy of fucking, I came with a rush and cried out loudly
as I finally slammed her ten, twelve, maybe fifteen times with
hard slams as I came and came into her warmth. I arched my back
to go deep and she held me, now frantically searching for the
pressure that had gone since I stopped fucking; spent. She was
now pushing up and moving her butt around the mattress trying to
get the contact. In truth the orgasm had totally spent my libido
and the thought at getting her off had evaporated with the last
dribble of cum from my cock inside her.

�Quick, back, quick, back, back,� she gibbered at me, looking for
the release I had cruelly deserted her on.

She was now humping up harder and had an arm tight around my neck
pulling me to her. I wanted to simply roll off her but some shred
of shame at abandoning her made me feel between our bodies for
her clitoris, and as I pressed against it she calmed down and
struck a steady rhythm against my invading fingers. If I had
wanted to collapse in my afterglow, I was sorely disappointed as
she regulated my hand by holding my wrist and undulated her hips
up against the downward force she applied to my hand while
holding me tight to her. For what seemed like an eternity she
held me like this and my arm was becoming sore, being trapped in
such an awkward position. But she finally got to the edge of the
waterfall and with a wail and a cry she cascaded over; her body
shuddering as the second orgasm took her. This time there was a
broad smile as she humped herself against my hand while slowly
regulating the pressure to maintain the last shivers of pleasure
that she wrung out of her young body. Finally she sighed as a
signal to end and relaxed her grip around my neck. I slumped
against her; our bodies fused together and I kissed her. This was
the first show of affection from the time I removed her
underpants. The whole episode was purely carnal but neither of us
was about to complain. I smiled at her and she hugged me close.
Apart from the pleas to continue after I came, we hadn�t spoken a
word to each other. We drifted off into a deep doze. Two virgins
no more. It was perfect. She had cum twice. I doubted this would
have been possible had she not already been masturbating
regularly. Just as a boy quickly learns the likes and dislikes by
his own hand, she too had learned her sexual awareness by her own
hand. I wonder how many girls do this. We dozed for over an hour;
both spent from our sex. It was about 4:30 when I awoke. Time we
were going. I shook Janie�s arm and she slowly woke. �Time to
go,� I said quietly.

She smiled dreamily.

�We did it,� she said softly.

�Yep, we did it,� I agreed.

�Good?� she asked.

�Terrific,� I replied and kissed her on her nose. �How do you
feel?�

�Mmmmmmm. N-i-i-i-i-ce,� she answered in a mock dreamy voice.

She moved a little and then pulled a face.

�Uh oh, leaks,� she said diffidently.

�What?� I asked.

�I�m leaking. Or I�ve leaked,� she corrected the tense of her
comment.

She sat up and drew her legs up slightly and lifte the sheet to
peer between her thighs.

�Yep, pretty gooey down here,� she said in a funny voice.

�Wait,� I said and leapt out of bed and went out to the kitchen.

I found an old dried up towel hanging on the rack and soaked it
under the tap. The water was cold as the water heating was turned
off. But it was summer and it wasn�t too bad. I wrung the small
towel out and returned to the bedroom. She laughed at me as my
now limp cock flopped about as I walked. She grabbed the corner
of the bed cover to her face and peered over the top while she
laughed and giggled at my naked entrance.

�Wibble wobble. Looks funny,� she giggled.

�Stop it,� I said in a mock stern voice. �Here, wipe yourself
with this,� and I handed her the damp towel.

She screwed her nose up but took it anyway, and soon plunged it
between her legs. She shrieked.

�Ewwwwww, it�s c-o-o-o-o-o-ld,� she wailed as the towel was
dragged across her nether regions.

Despite the complaints she continued to dab away until the cool
damp had swabbed the residue of semen from her vulva and butt
crack. She handed it to me.

�What about the sheet?� she asked.

I screwed my face up in realization of the problem.

�I guess it will dry. And the sheet�s white and �its� white so I
guess we won�t see it,� I mused.

She shimmied across the bed and finally stood on the floor, her
pert little breast jostling at her exertions but standing firm
and proud when she stood still. She clutched her hands together
under her chin with her elbows against her tummy as if to conceal
her breasts. But her pubic hair and vulva was plainly visible to
my gaze. I realized it was more an expression of being a little
chilly naked, rather than any modesty. She gazed around and
realized she was standing on her underwear. She stepped back and
bent to pick the panties up. I got a clear view of her vulva and
tight brown pucker as she bent over. I was taken aback by the
innocence of her bending from the hips, not squatting; legs
together, as women do. I felt my mouth go dry at the sight of the
vulva and the small brown rose. I knew about fucking doggy style
and this thought quickly crossed my mind. I mentally tucked it
away for another day. She quickly put her panties and bra on and
before I could catch up, she was dressed and rolling the cuffs of
her shirt back a couple of folds before tucking it into her
skirt. She looked radiant. The preceding experience obviously
agreed with her.

�Hurry up slow coach,� she said teasing me.

�All right, all right,� I laughed as I struggled into my jeans. I
finished dressing while she turned and smoothed the cover over
the bed. Finally I was dressed and she had made the bed. �OK baby
doll,� I said taking her by the hand. �Let�s get going.�

I led her out into the living room and headed towards the back
door. We slipped out and I locked the door behind us. She was
standing a few feet back from the house with her hands clasped
demurely in front of her.

�When can we be together again?� she asked as I stepped towards
her.

�What about Saturday?� I asked. She grimaced.

�That�s two days away,� she said with a pout.

�I know, but tomorrow I�m supposed to go around the lobster traps
with dad,� I explained.

�Oh all right then. OK, so what time Saturday?� she asked.

�Same time, same place,� I said mimicking the old radio clich�.

OK. I�d best go then,� she answered. �Mom and dad are going out
to the pub tonight so I better get back as we�re having early
dinner.�

I looked at my watch. It was now 5:10. Shit we had dozed longer
than I thought.

I took her arms and kissed her tenderly. �Bye sweetie,� I
whispered.

�Bye my lover,� she answered quietly.

Reluctantly we parted and she made her way off through the trees.
I stood and watched her thread her way until she was lost from my
view. I turned and walked out the front and down onto the road
after looking to make sure the coast was clear. I figured that by
approaching home from the street, I made it look like I was
returning from Mill Creek. I walked down the front path and up
into the house. Mom was in the kitchen. As usual dad was at the
pub.

Chapter 6: Variety is the Spice of Life.

The next day was Friday and I went with dad in his 33-foot
lobster boat, the Karen. It was an enjoyable day and we had a
higher than normal catch. But as dad had skipped yesterday, that
accounted for the extra lobster we took. We had a great time
trying to bet each other who was right at guessing how many legal
sized lobsters were in each trap. On the way home I took a white
pocket knife from off of the wheel shelf and fingered the smooth
whale bone handle. Dad grinned at me knowing I knew this was one
of his most treasured possessions that had been handed down from
his grandfather who had been a whaler from New Bedford. The
handle had originally been adorned with scrimshaw; long since
worn away by decades of use.

�That looks like it will be yours one day Steve,� he said with a
smile.

I felt my face flush at his words as I knew the intent was to
hand it on to the next generation of fisherman in the family.
With Sam and Tim gone, dad was presuming it would now certainly
be me. But I knew in my heart it would not be me; which caused me
to blush with embarrassment at my thoughts. We arrived back late
afternoon and after off-loading our catch we moored the Karen.
Dad and I arrived back at our house just before 5:00pm. Mom was
already preparing dinner.

�Get yourselves cleaned up men,� she said jovially.

I knew she was hoping dad did not want to go to the pub. She got
her wish because he reached into the fridge and took out a couple
of cans of beer and handed me one. He also took out a part bottle
of white wine and taking a glass from the cupboard, he poured mom
a glass. He winked at me and toasted me and took a swig from the
can. I pulled the tab and took a tentative swig. Mom looked
really happy that dad had given me a beer and he was going to
stay home after all; and her two �men� had spent a nice day with
each other. I went and sat out on the porch and dad followed. Mom
completed what she was doing in the oven and she joined us. We
sat and chatted about nothing and eventually dad got up to get
another beer. He didn�t offer me another one, which I didn�t mind
as I was still only half finished the one I had. We ate about
6:30 and I went and sat in the front room and watched TV while
dad helped mom finish the cleaning up. They joined me presently
and we sat and watched TV in silence. The phone rang and mom got
up and answered it.

�It�s for you Stevie,� she said when she came back into the
sitting room.

I went to the phone in the hall.  It was Kevvy.

�Hey what�s up?� he asked.

�Nothing man. What about you?� I answered.

�The fossils are going out to the pub. Dad said I can have a few
of you guys over so there�s a party man,� he answered brightly.

�Hang on. I�ll check with mom and dad,� I said.

I called to my folks and outlined the invitation. I heard them
conferring without knowing what they said and mom call �Ok, as
long as you behave yourself.�

I confirmed with Kevvy that I would be there and hung up the
phone. I�d already washed up before dinner so I went out to The
Hut and changed my jeans and shirt. As I came into the house, dad
handed me four cans of beer still in the cardboard packet.

�Don�t drink it to fast,� he suggested. �That way it won�t affect
you so fast.�

Mom dropped me off at Milson's about five past eight. Mr. and
Mrs. Milson greeted me like a long lost son and made me very
welcome as they always did. Mrs. Milson was English and I loved
her accent. I told her about school and filled her in on my
brothers and my sister and what they were all doing. Soon a few
of our friends arrived and Kevvy confirmed there would be about
11 of us. There was Alan and Elsa Durant and a visiting cousin of
theirs called Marilyn; Linda Naylor, Alan and Elsa�s cousin Colin
Powers, Johnny Hamilton, Beth Myers and Danny Corban. Like me,
all from Morgan�s Beach. Alan, Kevvy and Linda were the oldest
group at 17. Johnny and I were the same age at 16 and the rest
were all a year younger at 15. Kevvy made sure the boys had a
beer and Mrs. Milson had made a non-alcoholic fruit punch for the
girls. She knew full well it would be spiked after she left and I
heard her quietly asking Linda to keep an eye on Kevvy and make
sure he didn�t make it too strong for the girls. Linda�s families
were old friends of the Milson�s and Mrs. Milson knew she could
trust Linda. The doorbell rang and Mr. Milson went and answered
it. I was surprised to hear Bob Platt�s voice and then stunned
when Janie walked through the door. She saw me first but to her
credit she showed no obvious recollection that might betray how
well we knew each other. I then heard Mrs. Platt�s voice and the
three walked into the room while Mr. Milson closed the door. It
transpired that the Platt�s were going to the pub with the
Milson�s and Janie was to stay at the Milson�s with Kevvy and the
rest of us until the adults returned. I wasn�t impressed with
this, as Janie looked like heaven and I knew the other boys would
flirt with her at the very least. Besides that, Alan and Elsa�s
cousin Marilyn had already given me the glad eye. She was 15 also
and staying with the Durant�s for a week or so. I wanted to
explore her obvious interest in me but I felt trapped in a vacuum
because I didn�t want to pursue her with Janie present. So as the
evening progressed, we played music and talked and I watched as
Marilyn turned her attention to Colin.

Beth made a few oblique overtures to me but I wasn�t interested.
She was kind of plump and homely. But she was a good person and I
treated her like a sister most of the time. Janie hovered on the
fringes of us older guys and I was dismayed when Kevvy started to
flirt with her. She responded in kind and it pissed me off. I
became quiet and withdrawn. So much so that Linda made a comment
to me about how quiet I was. I saw Janie watching me as she had
heard Linda�s comment. She smirked at me and I was really pissed
as I felt she was laughing at me. She was deliberately playing up
to Kevvy to make me jealous. The evening wore on and I felt
shitty so about ten thirty I drew Kevvy aside and said I was
feeling bushed.

�Go on you big wuss. What�s wrong with you?� he laughed.

Everyone turned and looked at me. I blushed at my apparent lack
of stamina in their eyes and Marilyn came to my rescue.

�Come on Stevie. Come and sit down and tell me all about Kingsman
Academy. I had a friend whose brother went there. She said he
loved it so much his family had donated some sort of sports prize
in his name. It was for wrestling. He was apparently very good at
it.�

This bailed me out and I shrugged at Kevvy and went and sat next
to Marilyn. She was drinking punch, which by now had liberal
doses of gin and vodka in it. I realised she was a little bit
tipsy. Colin looked really pained she had come to talk to me and
I realized she was giving him the brush off. He had been a bit
overpowering towards her. Being a cousin of Alan and Elsa also,
he had already spent time at their house getting to know Marilyn.
She obviously had enough of his clinging around her. She went to
an all-girls school in Manchester NH so we started talking about
the merits of single sex versus coed. Both of us had come from
coed junior high. After about five minutes of being shut out of
the conversation, Colin drifted off with a decidedly sour look on
his face. Marilyn was very pretty but her hips were a little
wider than desirable and she had quite a flat chest. This made
her hips seem bigger as they were out of proportion with her
upper body. She had long wavy dark hair and lovely brown eyes. We
sat and chatted for ages and I found myself attracted to her. I
dared not to look at Janie, as I am sure she was now feeling how
I had felt when she flirted with Kevvy. I did feign looking
around the room nonchalantly and I was right in thinking she was
less than happy at Marilyn and me spending so much time together;
particularly as Marilyn had one hand on my closest arm. I saw her
staring at me with a black look on her face. We were sitting on
this step in the middle of the living room, which was split
level. I got up and went out to the bathroom. The door was locked
and someone was in there so I cut out the sliding door onto the
patio and went around the end of the garage to pee against the
wall in the dark. As I stood there pissing against the wall, a
shadow loomed up beside me.

�Shhh,� came the voice as modesty made me quickly flick the last
drops off my cock and hurriedly tucked it away in my flies.

It was Marilyn. As I turned to face her, and before I could
react, she was against me and throwing her arms around me and
started kissing me. I was taken totally by surprise but the
previous 45 minutes with her had been so nice I quickly
reciprocated and held her and we made out standing behind the
garage in the dark. She savaged me and sucked and slurped my
mouth and tongue like she was dying of thirst. And all the time
her groin was doing prodding movements on one of my thighs.
Before I knew it one of her hands was snaking between our bodies
and she brazenly grabbed my now half hard cock pushing against my
Levis. Geez this was almost rape! I didn�t resist and before I
knew it she had her hand in my shorts and my cock was waving in
the breeze as she stroked it vigorously. I was starting to get
the swing of this attack. But I realized sooner or later we would
be missed and a patrol would soon find us! I took the initiative
and placing my hands on her shoulders I gently pressured her
down. She cottoned on immediately and squatted and soon I felt
the warmth of her mouth on my cock. She�d done this before. She
expertly stroked me and all the while ran her mouth and tongue
all around the head of my cock. I felt the early warning that I
was building to come and I eased her back a little. She caught on
quickly and slowed the hand action while concentrating on using
her mouth. I was in heaven as she took more of my cock into her
mouth. I felt the orgasm start from in my groin and began humping
slowly as she sucked me deep. I exploded into her mouth and her
first reaction was to pull back. She gathered her composure and
squeezed my cock around the base, restricting the wild bursts of
semen and this way she milked me into her mouth so that she could
cope with the flood of cum as I gasped and squirted into her. The
whole encounter was only a matter of five minutes. I sagged at
the knees at the violence of my release and eventually I was able
to straighten. She sensed I was finished and stood and casually
put my cock back into my pants. I arranged it back inside my
briefs and drew the zipper up, closing my flies.

She stood in front of me, and in the gloom of the night I could
see she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The odor of
semen was apparent. She took me in her arms and kissed me and I
smelled the faint musk of cum on her breath. She pushed her
tongue into my mouth as if to feed me some of the taste left in
her mouth. It was then I heard the back door screen door slam and
realised someone was coming outside. I could hear footsteps on
the path and Marilyn and I quickly parted and I peered around the
corner of the garage. It was at that point that Mr. Milson loomed
into view. The yard was now a lot lighter as he had turned on the
porch light; something I had not done when I came out for a pee.

�Stevie? Is that you there?� he asked.

�Ah, yes Mr. Milson. Just having a pee,� I stammered.

�Getting some help?� he asked dryly looking at Marilyn who had
moved more into the light.

Marilyn and I looked at each other guilty looks all over our
faces. There was no point in lying, as there was no logical
reason why she would be standing with me while I peed if there
was any decorum or modesty to be found.

�Come on. You�d better both come inside. The natives are
restless.� He continued.

Silently we fell in behind him, Marilyn taking my hand. I wanted
to shake her off but hell, she had just given me an expert
blowjob and I couldn�t really be such a shit in trying to ignore
her that way. We trooped up the back steps and into the kitchen.
At that point Marilyn released my hand and we walked into the
lounge. The natives were indeed restless. Mrs. Milson and the
Platts were standing in the middle of the room and it was obvious
some form of interrogation had taken place as to Marilyn and my
whereabouts. Kevvy was sitting with his mother standing over him.
Alan and Elsa looked very pissed at Marilyn�s disappearance with
me and Colin was standing sulking behind Linda and Beth. Everyone
looked very serious.

�What have you two been up to?� Mrs. Milson demand.

�Nothing Mrs. Milson. Just went out for some fresh air,� I
answered for the two of us.

�Stevie how could you?� she retorted not taking heed of what I
had said

I couldn�t very well argue the case, as we had indeed been very
bad. But it was clear to me that they actually didn�t know what
we had done. We were being screwed on principle of our absence.
On one hand it was so unfair yet bang on the button accurate.
Only they never knew it.

Mrs. Milson glared at Marilyn.

�And you young lady. You are a guest at your aunt and uncles and
you�ve put Alan and Elsa in a terrible situation,� she continued.
�What have you got to say for yourselves?� she said scanning the
two of us.

�I�m sorry Mrs. Milson. We weren�t doing anything wrong. We were
just talking.� I whined.

I quickly looked at Mr. Milson. It instantly occurred to me that
couples chatting by themselves don�t lurk in the dark behind the
garage. The adults could not see him standing in the doorway
behind as he listened to the trial evidence but I am sure he
winked at me. I felt a surge of courage.

�Look it wasn�t Marilyn�s fault. I went out for a pee because the
toilet was in use and she came out to talk,� I explained. �I mean
she wasn�t with me when I peed,� I stammered as an after thought.

Mr. Milson grinned at me. Mrs. Milson regarded Marilyn and me
suspiciously.

�Well maybe this is a good time to end proceedings,� she said
evenly. �It�s eleven twenty so it�s time you all started getting
ready to go.

This comment started immediate preparations for mass evacuation
on the part of the gang. Kevvy sat and stared at me with a
�thanks for nothing buddy� look on his face. It was remarkable
how quickly everyone assembled to head out the door, bidding
Kevvy thanks and good night. Alan and Elsa chaperoned Marilyn out
ahead of them and I figured it would be a quiet ride home in
their car this evening. Eventually I was the last one left. It
was then I realized that Janie was nowhere in the room. I
wondered where she had got to. The Platts had sat down and Mr.
Milson brought in a plate with a collection of the evening�s food
on it, plus a tray of drinks. Kevvy sat and started chatting to
Mrs. Platt. I was feeling the cold shoulder so I made a nervous
cough and announced I best be moving off home. I bid everyone
good night and left the house to walk the half mile or so home. I
stood at the Milson�s front gate and looked up the road the 25
yards or so to the Platt�s. Their porch light was on and I
wondered what Janie was thinking inside the house. As I stood
pondering I noted a sliver of light at one of the front windows.
I squinted to see what caused the light and realized Janie was
standing with the curtain behind her peering up towards the
Milson�s. Next thing she appeared on the porch and beckoned. I
turned and looked back at the Milson�s house and satisfied myself
no one inside was watching or could see me at the gate. I quickly
headed along towards Platt�s. Janie had stepped back inside after
she had beckoned me. I arrived on the porch and she was watching
for me through the side window again. She quickly opened the door
and dragged me hurriedly inside.

�Hurry it up dummy. In case somebody is watching,� she said
urgently.

I soon stood in the Platt�s living room as she closed the door
and she quickly led me to her bedroom. My heart was thumping. I�d
been castigated for being alone with Marilyn who was my age and
here I was now being led into her bedroom by 13-year-old Janie.

�Janie, do you think I should be here?� I asked concerned.

�It�s OK. They do this all the time. They go drinking with the
Milson�s and arrive home all hours. They�ll sit there and drink
until early morning sometimes,� she said as she spoke she
smoothed her bed cover where she obviously been lying on the bed
after she came home.

�What if they come home early?� I asked still worried I was in
the lion�s den.

�Oh don�t worry you big wimp,� she jokingly sneered. �It didn�t
worry you being alone with that skank tonight,� she added with
genuine venom.

I said nothing. No reason to provoke that discussion again. She
sat on the bed and rolled across the bed against the wall and
patted the remaining area of the bed beside her.

�Come on slow poke,� she beckoned.

I eased onto the bed beside her and before I had made myself
comfortable she rolled over on me and pinned me in a passionate
kiss. Any lingering concerns I had about being caught melted and
I wrapped my arms around her and let her kiss me at will. We made
out like this for about five to ten minutes and I realised she
was getting more and more aroused in the kissing. I was stroking
her hair and nape of her neck and eventually massage one breast
through her shirt. She was breathing heavily and occasionally
moaned, as I was able to roll the nipple, even through the
material of shirt and bra. She had her legs either side of mine
and I felt the warmth from her crotch as she was now rhythmically
rubbing herself against me. There was nothing subtle about her
intention so I grabbed a handful of her butt and pulled her hard
against me while I eased my leg back into her. She responded by
almost sucking my brains out with her kissing and she was now
groaning almost continuously. I slid my hand into the waist of
her pants at the back and slid it down inside her panties and
fondled her bare butt. Having breached the outer clothing, the
pretense if any, was gone. She rolled off and sat back and
quickly began unbuttoning her shirt. I got the picture and
started removing my own. There was no holding back now and I
matched her as she stripped naked. Only a small table lamp
bringing a nice ambience lighted the room. I looked at her pert
young breasts and the shock of pubic hair just above the valley
of her pubis, which was flanked by her inner thighs as she knelt
waiting for me to get my Levis off. As soon as my jeans were gone
she literally pounced on top of me and flattened me and started
rubbing herself against me and recommenced the groaning noises. I
lifted my palms up and began to rub her nipples. She was now dry
humping my with her crotch pushing against me cock which was now
very hard. Without any warning I felt her hand on my cock and
with an expertise which she should not have had given her limited
experience, she raised herself up and guided me into her warm
valley which I realized instantly, was already very wet. I slid
in without a hitch and she groaned �yes-s-s-s-s� as her buttocks
eased down on me, and I slid deep up into her. Janie�s commenced
to fuck me. She rolled around at first and leaned back with her
hands behind her on my legs as she worked her hips slowly. I held
her waist and once she calmed a little I started to work my hips
up and down. She was working her hips against me and instantly
she began matching me. We continued fucking like this for a few
minutes and I realized she was now highly aroused. I learned here
that she had good control of her clitoral area against my own
pubic bone and she was literally getting herself off on me.

She moved her arms to my chest and leaned down harder on my pubic
bone. To my amazement she started to hiss and sucked air as I
realized her orgasm was building and she let out a wail as she
came hard, slamming against me and sighing and groaning as the
contractions took her through the zenith of the pleasure she was
feeling. Her hair was streaked across her face and I realized it
was damp with sweat. My back was soaked and my crotch was wet
from sweat and her sexual juices she had secreted during the
whole fuck. She smiled a far away smile and slowly lowered her
upper body onto my chest and gave a last moan and deep sigh as he
head rested on my shoulder; her honey blond hair cascading over
my face. I was still rock hard inside of her still. But I felt so
proud she had actually cum without any finger stimulation and I
cuddled her to me. I held her this way for maybe ten minutes or
so and then I pushed her hair back behind an ear as she lay with
her cheek on my shoulder. She stirred and lifted her head and
looked at me with a dreamy smile. We looked into each other�s
eyes for a few seconds then she kissed me.

�Now for you,� she said in a whisper. She contracted herself
against my cock as a hint it was still very much work in
progress.

I stroked her face and she kissed me again. She sat up a little
and made to roll over and drag me with her so I would be on top.

�No, wait,� I said quickly. �Stay on your tummy.�

I made to slip out from under her and she looked perplexed as to
what I was up to. But she helped me slide out and I raised myself
up onto my knees and slowly worked myself behind her. She looked
back at me, as she lay prone on her stomach with elbows propped
under her breasts holding her upper body off the bed a little. I
rubbed her butt and bent and placed little kisses on her
beautiful ass. At the same time I ran a hand between her legs and
stroked her slick lips and clitoris. She groaned and
instinctively lifted her butt as I fingered her wet sex. As soon
as her butt came up she scooted her knees forward to raise
herself higher. She had now realized what I wanted. I patted her
hip to coax her up a little higher and looked at the little
pucker and my fingers between her sex lips. My cock was waving
about in front of me, hard and red. There was a light sheen of
moisture on my cock and I saw the veins sticking out along its
length, it was so hard. I slipped my hand out from between her
legs and looked at the plump sex and pink lips with the dark hole
beckoning. I took my cock and by steadying myself with a hand on
her back I placed the tip into her vaginal entrance and slowly
eased myself back into her warmth. She sighed as I went deep into
her as she adjusted her arms under her head as if she was using
them as a pillow. I started to fuck her, holding her hips and
watching my cock slide in and out of her wet warm hole. I watched
in awe as the lips of her vulva were pulled and pushed as I drew
back and pushed in. I slow fucked her at first, bringing an
occasional groan of discomfort as I pushed deep against her
insides. As I felt the exquisite pleasure of the fucking I
started to build the pace until I was aware of my balls and
thighs making a slapping sound against her butt. She was groaning
again and I moved a little closer and slowed again as I held
myself hard against her. I reached around under her and found her
lips and started to slowly massage her clitoris with my fingers.
I slid my other hand up and found a nipple and rolled it between
my thumb and fingers. I continued like this for two or three
minutes and she started pushing back against me again as she was
turned on. I gave little shoves from the hips and we fucked in
short sharp jabs as I brought her back up towards her pleasure
zone. She began groaning again and her breathing became ragged
and she hissed through her teeth as she approached orgasm. This
time it was slower and measured and she gasped and sighed rather
than the groans and wails of her first climax. I gave her a few
short jabs, and then returning my hands to her hips I started to
fuck her hard again; building the speed as I went. She grunted
each time I slammed her and struggled to stay kneeling as I
fucked her until I cried out as the orgasm took me. I was now
spurting hard as I came and groaned each spurt until I was spent.
I reared back with one last shove and collapsed on her back,
exhausted.

I lay on her for about ten minutes and then slowly rolled off.
She was out to it. I kissed her shoulder and eased off the bed. I
gathered my clothes and quietly began dressing. I noted I was
still wearing my sox and smiled at the absurdity of me naked with
only my sox on. I finished dressing and looked around the room.
It was sickening. A typical little girl�s room with fluffy
animals on a couple of shelves, and pom-poms and ribbons pinned
to the wall either side of a poster of Marc Bolan of T-Rex on the
wall. There was also a set of Nancy Drew books on a desk and in
the corner a freestanding closet with an extra pillow on top. I
looked back at her beautiful naked body as she lay with her hands
clasped under her chest. I could see her left breast and nipple
with the other obscured by her arms. It occurred to me I could
not leave her this way in case her parents checked in before they
went to bed. I looked at my watch. Shit! It was 1:30. They could
return any time. I bent and shook her shoulder.

�Janie, Janie, wake up,� I whispered.

She stirred and lifted her head, her hair falling across her
face. She flicked it back.

�What? What�s up?� she asked dreamily.

�I�ve got to go. You need to get into bed so your folks don�t
suspect,� I said quietly.

She noted I was dressed.

�What time is it?� she asked.

�1:30,� I said

�Shit,� she exclaimed. �You�d better get out of here. They could
be home any time from now on,� she said, barely disguising her
panic.

�Get a night dress on or PJs or something,� I said.

�You go. Don�t worry about me,� she said more urgently.

I paused but she stood and pushed me. Her body was beautiful and
she flicked her hair back over her shoulders and pushed me to the
door. I walked into the hall and turned to go to the living room.

�No, no. Not that way. Take the back door and cut across the back
of Milson�s. That way you can get Thompson Road and walk home
that way without them seeing you,� she said quickly.

I obeyed without question as it made perfect sense. It was
Thompson�s Road she used to rendezvous with me at the cottage on
Thursday. I grabbed her and kissed her quickly and moved through
the darkened kitchen to the back door. I looked back and she
motioned me out. I heard her lock the door as I stepped down into
the yard and headed across towards Milson�s. There was no fence
between the two properties so I quickly traversed the yards and
soon I was out onto Thompson�s Road. I walked quickly, distancing
myself from the area and walked home briskly. I slipped into The
Hut and undressed and climbed into bed. I lay and reflected on
the evening. I had been blown by one girl and fucked another in
the space of two hours! I hadn�t even kissed a girl properly
until three days ago, and two days ago I was still a virgin!!! I
felt smug and happy despite the fact that mom and dad would hear
about the incident at Milson�s with Marilyn and I would get the
second degree there. But I felt really pleased with myself and
with that I fell asleep.

Chapter 7: The Darkening Clouds.

I woke late and went into the house about 10 o�clock. Mom had
been out to the village and had just arrived back. She had gone
to collect a few groceries to tide her over until the weekly trip
to the supermarket in Logansport.

�How�s sleepyhead this morning?� she asked brightly.

�Fine I guess,� I answered in a noncommittal way.

I was wondering if my indiscretions with Marilyn had filtered
through the grapevine yet. Obviously not. Mrs. Durant was a good
friend of mom�s and I half-pie expected the complaint to be
already laid with mom.

�Did you behave yourself,� she continued, obviously referring to
alcohol.

�As always mom,� I answered assuredly.

�That�s good. We don�t want two drinkers in the family.� She
stopped with an anguished look on her face.

�Oh Stevie I�m sorry,� she said apologetically. �I don�t mean to
bad mouth your father like this. And I certainly didn�t mean
anything by comparing you to your dad and his drinking habits,�
she said in a quiet voice.

�It�s Ok mom. I know dad needs to stop or cut down drinking.� I
went and put my arms around her.

She had tears in her eyes at her own hurt from the words she had
carelessly spoken.

�I wish he would ease off. I am so scared it will tell on him too
early for us and our middle age,� she said while wiping the tears
with a handkerchief she produced from up one sleeve of her light
brown sweater.

�I know mom. We all wish that he would stop, I said quietly�

The awkwardness of the moment passed and she returned to the
kitchen to put the few groceries away.

�Do you want some breakfast?� she called from the kitchen.

�Nah I�m Ok thanks,� I answered, realizing it was well after
breakfast time for her.

But she walked in with a plate of Cheerios and a glass of orange
juice and placed it on the dining table. The question was
obviously rhetorical!

�Here you go. Eat up. Breakfast is the most important meal of the
day,� she chuckled as she looked at the meager fare.

I sat and started munching the Cheerios. The phone rang and she
went to get it. I sat still; straining to hear who she was
talking to.

�Stevie it was Kevin. I said you were just up and would call him
back. He wants you to call him,� she said as she came back into
the dining room.

I wondered what mood Kevvy would be in today. He was a changeable
bastard at the best of times. I wolfed down the last of the
cheerios and juice and put the plates and glass in the
dishwasher.

I rang Kevvy immediately.

�Hi. What�s up?� I asked when he answered the phone. �You dirty
little shit,� came the reply. There was a laugh in his voice so
that was a good sign.

�Did you cop a feel?� he asked in a leering way.

Did I dare own up to what happened?

�Nah, not a bit,� I lied.

Come on you bullshitting bastard,� he laughed. �Alan tells me she
is a hot little rocket. Claims she�s sucked more dicks than he�s
had hot breakfasts,� he continued in his leering manner.

So there was a reputation there? I thought. Maybe that�s why the
Milson�s reacted to us being outside together. They may have
known about her. They certainly had no reason to mistrust me,
apart from normal teenage hormones getting into gear.

�I guess that makes me a loser,� I continued the lie. �But if
your old man hadn�t shown up, who knows what might have taken
place�.

He seemed to accept nothing happened at the mention of his
father�s timely appearance behind the garage.

�Anyway,� Kevvy continued. �We�re heading in to Logansport today.
Wanna come and hang out at the mall?�

�Aahhh�actually�I can�t,� I lied. �I said I�d help dad with some
work he has to do around the boat today.�

�Come on you big dork. Come and have a day with me and we can see
how many boppers we can piss off,� he continued unfazed at my
rebuff to his invitation.

Kevvy was a child in some ways. He seemed to get off on berating
young pubescent girls with small tits or general lack of womanly
charms. There had been occasions when he had reduced more than
one to tears with this cruel boorish behavior. I continued to cry
off the invitation and finally he gave up and hung up. I had no
idea what I would do today but I didn�t want to spend it trapped
in a car with the Milson�s, following last night�s embarrassment.
At about 11 o�clock I headed on foot to the village. I had it in
my mind to try and catch up with Janie. I couldn�t very well
telephone so I was relying on her maybe being in the village at
some point. I hung around the main square area for a couple of
hours without seeing Janie. I remembered we had tentatively
planned to meet at O�Gorman�s cottage again at one o�clock today,
so I reminded myself that at least I would see her there. I had
just decided it was time to trek back home when Alan Durant
pulled up in his dad�s pickup. He saw me and gave me a derisive
look. I blushed at the obvious reason for his unfriendly look.
However I was standing right by the front of the truck where he
had parked and despite the obvious fact he didn�t want to talk to
me, he really had no option.

�You�re a fucking troublemaker,� he said stiffly, but I caught a
hint he was being stern because he felt he had to.

�Why is everyone septic at me?� I asked.

�Oh for Christ sake stop acting the innocent Stevie,� Alan
retorted quickly. �What did you get? A feel, a quick hand-job, or
maybe a blowjob,� he added.

I blushed.

�I thought as much. Fucking little cock sucker,� he said
derisively.

I was taken aback by his venom aimed at his younger cousin.

�Have you ever had the pleasure?� I asked semi-accusingly.

He looked at me blankly.

�You have haven�t you?� I continued. �You�ve had a piece of your
cousin, one way or the other.�

This threw him. He had been the one throwing accusations now by
guessing, I had caught him with some truth.

�In fact you�ve probably been at her for years,� I continued.
�And you�re just pissed you couldn�t get any because Elsa was
around. And anyway we�d wonder why you were after your cousin so
you�d have to ignore her,� I said triumphantly.

Alan scowled at me

�Fucking smart ass,� he sneered.

�What would your mother and father say to that?� I said evenly.
�Look Alan, don�t pick on me for fuck all when you�ve have
probably had far more to do with Marilyn than I ever have. So
just lay off.�

He looked at me evenly and then a slight smile came to his lips.

�She�s not bad either,� he said quietly, and grinned at me.

I knew it. The ego was flattered even though I was accusing him
of fucking around with her.

�I wouldn�t know,� I laughed out my lie.

�Really? You got nothing?� he asked incredulously.

�Not so much as a finger fuck or to exchange hand-jobs,� I
answered. �Kevvy�s father turned up just when it was getting
promising.�

�Fucking loser,� he laughed at me.

That was the second time I�d taken that jibe today. For something
that I wasn�t a loser about. But I wasn�t about to say anything
to defend my success.

�Well I�d best get these few things for mom,� Alan said. �Bye for
now.�

�Yeah. I�d best be getting back home myself,� I said.

It was gone 2:30pm by now and there was no point in hanging
around the village any longer. Alan and I parted and I headed for
the edge of the village to take the foreshore route back home. I
walked near the ocean for part of the way then decided to cut
inland to a small switchback road that joined two busier roads.
Not that the roads were exactly humming with traffic. I ambled
along at a reasonable gait not thinking about much when a lone
car appeared at the end of the switchback ahead of me. I
recognised it as the Platt�s old Buick. I eased to the side of
the road, as it was narrow. As the car drew abreast I could see
Mr. and Mrs. Platt in the front and Janie in the back. To my
surprise, the car stopped about 20 feet passed me, and began to
reverse back. It drew abreast of me again and my heart started to
race as I was wondering what this was all about. Mrs. Platt wound
the window down.

�Hi Steven,� she said. Mr. Platt leaned across his wife and
greeted me as well.

�Steven, which one of the Coppsford bypass routes do you take to
get to Brownleigh?� Mr. Platt asked.

The Platt�s were relatively new to Morgan�s Beach and obviously
not conversant with the back roads. I stood with a piece of rye
grass in my hands as I looked at them. I was feeling a little
sheepish about the incident with Marilyn from the night before.
But mostly I was nervous as Janie sat impassive in the back seat.
She ignored me and looked out the opposite side of the car. At
first I believed she was acting indifference, which was a good
idea given our sex the night before. But I realised she had not
looked at me once and I had a bad feeling of unease that she
really did not want to be here with me leaning in the window,
talking to her parents. I gave Mr. Platt the directions to
Brownleigh. I glanced at Janie a couple of times but she sat
quietly and ignored me. The Platt�s both chorused �thank you�
before Mrs. Platt began to wind the window up and they drove off
to follow my directions to Brownleigh. I stood and watched the
car disappear up the road looking at the back of Janie�s head as
the car vanished out of sight over a low brow in the road. It
dawned on me that Brownleigh and back was a two hour round trip.
There was no way Janie was coming to meet me at O�Gorman�s
cottage today. Damn! But then sex in her bed last night was an
unexpected plus so I shouldn�t be too sorry about today�s plans
caving in. I slowly turned and started the walk back towards our
house. Janie�s demeanor troubled me. It was quite a chilling
feeling to realise she genuinely had ignored me. I was at a loss
as to why the passionate young girl of the night before could
suddenly be so cold and indifferent. I arrived home and found mom
and dad were out. I went out to The Hut and lay on the bottom
bunk and contemplated the events of the day so far. Clearly Alan
was really feigning anger about Marilyn and me, but Janie had
thrown me with her behavior.

The next few days passed without seeing Janie at all. I made a
number of excursions into the village in the hope of seeing her
but to no avail. I also went to Bathing Beach a couple of times
but she wasn�t there either. Despite the failed rendezvous we had
planned for Saturday, she was nowhere to be seen around the
village, in an effort to meet and to make another time we could
be alone. This whole incident troubled me and even mom remarked
how quiet I was. What was worse, I learned that Marilyn�s
escapade with me, true or imagined by her aunt, had seen her
dispatched back home in disgrace. I was feeling really shitty
about the last few days. Kevvy and I hooked up a couple of times.
He came up one afternoon, unannounced. Mom and dad had gone into
Logansport so I was alone. I was lying on the bunk reading the
much-thumb pages of Lady Chatterley�s Lover when he burst in the
door. I started and immediately attempted to hide the book,
thinking it was one of my parents.

�Ha, ha, caught the jack off king,� he laughed with glee.

I wasn�t masturbating but he must have seen the bulge in my
jeans, being as I was aroused at Mellor�s fucking the willing
Constance for the hundredth reading. My partial erection vanished
on his arrival.

�Bastard,� I scoffed. �I nearly had a heart attack.�

�Betcha thought it was your mom catching you with a naked hard-on
he laughed,� delighted at catching me unawares.

I blushed with embarrassment, as he was right. He snatched the
book and began flicking through the pages. He then turned the
book spine up and let it hang. He slowly turned it upright then
ascertained which pages naturally fell open. He started to read
the text about Mellors� second bout of sex with Constance, my
favorite and most read part.

�Geez, he�s a horny bastard. And she�s a hot bitch for it,� he
crooned crudely.

I smiled wryly. I may have used his literature as pornography but
I could understand the beauty of Lawrence�s words. Kevvy read on
a couple of pages and a frown came over his face.

�How would he know?� he said almost to no one in particular.

�Know what?� I asked.

�How the bitch felt cumming,� he said.

The thought had struck me from time to time as to why a male
author wrote such a graphic passage on the female orgasm.

�Maybe he had female friends, or a lover, who told him�described
it,� I said.

�Maybe. He�d have to know somehow. He hasn�t got a cunt so how�d
he know for himself,� he said crudely.

�Obviously dick head,� I sneered. �He had to ask somebody; a
female,� I reaffirmed.

He shrugged and threw the book on the bed.

�How about a gin?� he said, changing the subject.

Oh shit. The gin. The last thing I wanted was alcohol.

�It�s under the couch,� I said.

�Yeah, well, go and get some glasses and ice,� he ordered. �And
some lemon soda if you�ve got it,� he added.

�Oh Christ Kevvy. It�s too early in the day for hard liquor,� I
whined.

�Fucking girl; you Sally you,� he sneered. �What�s wrong with ya?
Go and get some ice and soda,� he commanded once more.

I wasn�t about to continue the argument so reluctantly I rose and
went into the house. I got two short glasses and a tray of ice
cubes from the fridge. There was also a large bottle of lemonade
soda in the fridge so I took that and went back out to The Hut.
Kevvy had the gin out from under the couch and was sitting
waiting expectantly.

�About time Sally,� he laughed.

I placed the glasses on the nightstand and dropped ice cubes in
each glass. Kevvy leaned past me and poured healthy shots of gin
into each glass, the liquid hissing as it hit the ice. I filled
each glass near the top and replaced the cap on the soda. Kevvy
lifted his glass.

�Cheers jerk off,� he said. �May your pecker stay soft and
loose,� he chuckled as an after thought.

With that he drank nearly half of the contents. I sipped the
contents and concentrated on not pulling a face as the sour
liquid hit my taste buds. I hated gin; no matter how much soda I
drowned it with.

�Fuck, what have you done to it Sally?� he sneered.

I was riled by his continued reference to me as Sally. He reached
for the bottle of gin and topped his glass up with the alcohol. I
couldn�t see how anyone could like this spirit. He took another
swig and I was delighted to see he couldn�t help but grimace as
the drink was now clearly very strong. He tried to pass it off
but after a couple of more quick sips, he topped it up again with
soda. He slumped back on the couch and we lapsed into silence.

�So what did ya think of Jane?� he asked suddenly.

I was immediately on the alert. Wondering why he suddenly blurted
out this question. Did he suspect something? Maybe he had seen me
go next door to the Platt�s that night after leaving his house in
disgrace.

�Jane who?� I said feigning ignorance.

�Platt, thicko. That foxy little bitch from next door. What a
lovely fuck she�s going to be,� he said wistfully.

�Bit young,� I said firmly.

�No you dildo. I said what she�s going to be. I didn�t mean now,�
he sneered.

I nodded and sipped the gin and soda.

�I would rip her apart,� he said aggressively.

�She�s got to much taste for a prick like you,� I laughed.

Kevvy shot me a cruel glance. He ignored commenting on my remark.

�She�d be a lovely fuck even now,� he continued. �I saw her tits
a few days back. When she came over and she was kneeling on the
floor looking at some photos mom had laid out for her mother to
look at. I was sitting right opposite and could see clear down
her top to her boobs. She�s got lovely boobs,� he said gazing
into space.

�Fucking juvenile prick,� I thought. I�d seen them naked. Sucked
them. Fingered them. But moreover, I had fucked her stupid three
times and she had blown me in the grass. �Fucking child� I
thought.

�Only if you were a kid-fucker, would you see her as a good
fuck,� I challenged, ignoring my own hypocrisy.

�I bet you�d fuck her, you big jerk off,� he laughed.

�In a couple of years or four,� I answered firmly.

�She�d be well reamed out by then,� he chuckled. �Every man and
his dog will have fucked the little slut,� he said.

�Why are you so crude about her?� I asked.

�She�s already been screwed stupid,� he volunteered.

This stunned me. Did he mean me? Why was he saying this?

�Seems they had a cousin or family friend staying with them for a
couple of months. Working with old Bob,� Kevvy continued. �I
heard mom say how Jane was a right little slut around him,� he
said. �He was over eighteen and she�s only just turned thirteen,
the hot little bitch,� he added.

I recalled my mom�s oblique reference to Janie�s maturity the
first day I had seen her with Rina. I pondered what Kevvy was
saying. What had Janie got up to with this guy? I was sure she
was sexually more advanced than her year�s right from the start.
Forward and brazen. The comments she made about her sex when the
wave hit her that first day at the beach. And her apparent skill
at getting my cock out, and her dexterity at blowing me in the
grass. Maybe Kevvy was right. Had this guy educated a willing
pupil already? Kevvy abruptly changed the subject to what we were
going to do when we graduated school. I was relieved at this, as
his comments about Janie had started me thinking. I was also
still smarting from him catching me with the paperback; and
Janie�s ignoring me from the back of their car. We chatted
aimlessly about nothing, and both drank two gin and sodas. Kevvy
was notably pissed and he stood to leave as abruptly as he had
arrived.

�I�m off home now,� he slurred, as he stood up. �Stash that for
another day,� he said pointing at the now half empty bottle of
gin.

After he had gone, I tipped the remnants of my gin out and took
the glasses inside and rinsed them out, placing them back in
their rightful place in the cupboard. I filled the ice tray and
put it back in the fridge along with the remains of the soda. I
fwent back out to The Hut and stashed the gin under the couch as
before. I rolled back onto the bottom bunk and picked up Lady
Chatterley�s Lover. I glanced at my watch, 3:15pm. Mom and dad
were still a couple of hours away from returning. I glanced up to
ensure I�d pulled the door closed behind me, and satisfied I had,
I unzipped my flies and pulled my semi hard cock out. I let the
book fall open at the usual place and slowly started to stroke my
cock as I reread the passage in the book once more.

Chapter 8: The Final Love Dance

I didn�t see Janie for over a week. By then I had resigned myself
to the fact that she had gone off me completely. But she
surprised me, just as she had done the first time. I was in the
village with dad one morning when I bumped into her outside of
the general store in the main street. She looked ravishing. Her
lovely hair was clean and fluttering in the warm breeze and she
was wearing a light blue polo shirt and a short floral cotton
summer skirt, and bare feet. She had a bead necklace around her
neck with a matching bracelet on her wrist. She wore the old
boy�s wristwatch with the multicolored strap I had seen her wear
before. She literally walked into me as she was fishing about in
a small clutch purse she was carrying and didn�t see me step out
onto the sidewalk.

�Whoa, steady on princess,� I said as I reached to take her arms
to steer her away from a full collision.

She started with surprise and dropped the purse, spilling coins
onto the pavement. She let out a small shriek and looked at the
coins spewing in all directions and looked at me quickly then
back at the coins. Stooping down, she started gathering up the
money. I crouched in front of her and started to help gather in
the coins. She nodded her thanks for my assistance. I realised
she was very nervous at our meeting, judging by the furtive
glances she was making. First at me, and then looking quickly
around the immediate area to see who might be watching. Convinced
the coast was clear she looked me in the eyes as she secured the
last of the coins back in the purse and slowly stood.

�Thanks,� Stevie she said softly.

�Where have you been?� I asked slowly and deliberately retrieving
the coins to mask our furtive conversation. I looked around also;
conscious we might be being watched. I hoped that a casual
observer would see there was more to the discussion than the
dropped coins.

�I�ve been busy,� she answered unconvincingly.

�Busy or avoiding me?� I asked evenly.

She blushed.

�A bit of both really,� she said.


�Why?� I asked almost pleadingly.

Like me she kept looking around the street, on the alert for
witnesses to our meeting.

�We can�t talk here. It�s not you,� she answered quickly.

�Where then? When?� I asked.

She looked around once more.

�What about the cottage?� she asked.

�OK. One o�clock then. Don�t be late,� I instructed.

She nodded and we quickly gathered the rest of her spilled change
in silence. I touched her arm gently and moved off towards dad�s
pickup out the front of the general store. Janie turned and
walked off in the opposite direction to where she had been
heading when we bumped into each other. I glanced back at her as
she was walking away; clutching the purse and looking down at the
pavement ahead of her. She was really just a little girl. Dad
appeared about fifteen minutes later and we loaded some goods
onto the truck and set off back home. After lunch, I waited my
chance and lifted the keys to O�Gorman�s from the sideboard
drawer as I had done two weeks back. I stayed in The Hut until
about a quarter to one, and then checking to see that mom or dad
weren�t sitting in the kitchen window, I slipped into the trees
and headed out for O�Gorman�s cottage. I arrived there in five
minutes and let myself in and went through into the bedroom and
satisfied myself it was just as I had left it. Mom would be the
only person likely to visit the empty cottage but I wanted to
ensure she had not been in and discovered the partially made bed.
Thankfully it was just as we had left it. I was thinking of going
to the back door and keeping an eye out for Janie when she met me
in the doorway, giving me a fright as I had not expected her
then. I had little time to compose myself as she leapt into my
arms and held me tightly while she kissed me passionately. The
kiss lasted more than just a welcome kiss, and she worked a thigh
between my legs and bore in on my groin. I was immediately stiff
at the warmth of her thigh pressing against my cock and balls. I
reciprocated by shoving my leg against her vulva and soon she was
holding me tight and working herself against me with her thigh
and crotch. She was breathing through her nose, making a load
rasping sniffing noise as she inhaled and exhaled. She was
clearly aroused. I steered her around to the bed and eased her
back down, her feet still on the floor with me now between her
legs. She was still clinging to me and we dry humped vigorously,
both of us now hot for each other.

I reached up under her skirt and dragged the top of her panties
down and slid my hand inside, straight into her warm crotch. She
groaned loudly and I slid my fingers into her wetness as she
parted her legs to allow easier access. This way I finger fucked
her, working first two, then three fingers into her wet cunt. I
worked my other hand down between us and pushed the panties well
down her thighs. Her legs were splayed so they only went so far,
before the waistband could stretch no more and they stopped just
above her knees. I pushed urgently and she closed her legs
briefly allowing me to push the scrap of material down past her
knees. I broke the kiss and looking down, I guided one of her
feet out of the undergarment, hungrily eying the saw the soft
dark pubic hair and the rise of her pubis with my hand protruding
from her hole below. She was lubricated and opening slowly with
my fingering. I�m not sure what possessed me; whether it was the
sight of the vulva lips around my fingers or the swelling of her
mound that made me thirst to taste her wetness? I dropped to my
knees and brought my mouth to the top of her sex lips and pushed
my tongue into the slit. This was new territory for me but I let
my instincts guide me. She gasped immediately and groaned as my
tongue grazed her nubbin. I sucked her lips and licked the
clitoris hard and she groaned again and I felt her hands in my
hair, pressuring my head into her pubis.

I had never ever contemplated oral sex with a woman, but her I
was with my hand inserted as far as it would go while I sucked
and nibbled the vulva and clitoris. To my absolute delight, she
began contracting on my fingers and pushing herself up against me
while holding my head firmly against her sex. The orgasm ripped
through her and she cried out, gasping with her body shivering
from mild convulsions as the pleasure consumed her young frame. I
felt a slight wetness and smelt the acrid odor of urine and I
realised the intensity of her climax had caused her to dribble
pee. My first thought was to pull away but she was still ramming
me against herself and I realised she was drawing out the
pleasure of the cunnilingus. The urine smell was quickly swamped
by the overwhelming smell of her sex and the pheromones that she
had secreted during the orgasm. I continued to lick and finger
fuck as she eventually twisted away with a �n-o-o-o-o-o-� as the
intensity of the afterglow was too much for her to endure. I
pulled back and eased my slippery fingers out of her hole and
looked at her, as I crouched between her legs. Her sex lips were
vermilion pink and her vaginal opening was dilated where my
fingers had just been. I was as hard as steel and without
hesitation I stood and frantically unbuckled my belt and unzipped
my flies. I pushed the jeans and my shorts to my ankles and
ripped my tee shirt off my upper body. She was lying with her
upper body half twisted away with her hands now clasped across
her breasts. I moved forward with my cock waving before me and I
placed my hands on her knees and eased her legs further apart.
Her sex gaped open further and I watched, without touching my
cock, as I stooped slightly to engage the head and I pushed
forward; and with one thrust and slight bending at the knees, I
slotted home into her warm mushy warmth.

There was no favor to be done for her in this and I simply
started to fuck her with long hard thrusts. She groaned; lost in
the daze the orgasm had left her in, and she rolled so that she
lay flat on her back. I fucked earnestly into her sweet sex and
she lazily reached her hands up to my shoulders. I was now
fucking deep and hard, quickening the pace. To my delight she
raised each leg up off the floor until they were hooked over my
hips and then she hooked each leg around the small of my back. I
continued fucking her like this; standing buried inside of her
and breathing hard from my exertions. The sweat began running
from the small of my back and down my butt crack and soaked my
balls, that were slapping against the bed edge just under her
buttocks perched on the mattress. The scissor like grip of her
legs was constricting my pelvic thrusts so I ran my hands back
and took each leg just above the ankles and with a quick jerk I
lifted her legs quickly up and out. She groaned at the stretching
of her inner groin as I pushed the legs wide enough to clear the
width of my shoulders, and then lifted them to drape over my
shoulders; and this enabled me to stand more upright. I slipped
my hands under her ass and lifted her hips to my standing crotch
height and simply fucked her hard and deep. I drew the fuck out
as long as I was able to, thinking of as many abstract things to
prolong the impending orgasm. But I was too far gone and with a
shout and loud groan I began cumming in long delicious spurts
from somewhere in the center of my groin as my efforts pushed her
gradually across the bed until I was forced to lean further
forward to maintain the depth of my in-stroke. I spurted myself
to a standstill, crying out like an infant sobbing. Finally I
slumped over her body and her head had now reached the far edge
of the bed. Lying this way, we both slipped into a post-coital
doze. I wasn�t aware when she eased her legs off me; or when she
maneuvered me length-ways along the bed beside her. It seemed
like hours before I came to and to be aware of where we both
were. I opened my eyes and found she had nestled herself into the
crook of an arm and she had pulled it around her shoulders. She
was staring at me and when I turned to look at her she smiled
warmly and craned her neck to be kissed.

�Good?� she asked softly.

I smiled back after a lingering kiss.

�Great,� I answered. �Better than great�fantastic!� I added with
a grin.

We said nothing more and she lay, looking at her hand stroking my
chest and nipples. She was still dressed apart from the loss of
her panties. My jeans and short were still ridiculously bunched
around my ankles and I was still wearing my sneakers.

�I�m sorry Stevie,� she whispered as she returned her gaze to
mine.

�Sorry? What for babes?� I asked.

�For that day in our car. When we stopped for directions,� she
said quietly.

�Oh. I remember,� I answered. �No worry babes. It�s OK. No need
to be sorry,� I reassured her.

�I had, you know�� she tapered off. I frowned trying to discern
what she was saying.

�My period. I had my period. It�s not good. I always feel crabby
and awful. I feel fat,� she explained quietly. �I think I came on
after us�we�the night before.�

I nodded sagely but in truth I didn�t really appreciate what she
was talking about. I knew girls had periods but I was really
ignorant of what it all meant. My sister Rae was sufficiently
older than me that I had no family exposure to this natural
womanly bodily function.

�I get a bit strung out. I usually fight with mom and dad. Mom
can spot it and she warns dad off. I feel bad as I�m being a
bitch and he is so careful around me. I just felt depressed
about, you know, what we did,� she continued.

I looked at her wondering why she would be this way. She gave me
a weak smile.

�Sorry,� she whispered again.

I shook my head to show it wasn�t an issue and hugged her to me.
We lay like this for some time. I spoke first.

�Janie,� I said. �What was it with this guy you had staying with
you?�

She raised her head and frowned.

�What guy?� she said trying to be ignorant to my question.

�I just heard you had something with some guy, relative,
whatever, that was staying with you,� I continued cautiously.

Her initial reaction had warned me to tread carefully. She sat
up.

�Who said what,� she asked sternly.

�Kevin Milson,� I replied.

�That pig,� she sneered. �Nothing happened. What�s he been
saying?� she demanded.

�Nothing in particular. He just, well, hinted you had some thing
with this guy,� I said defensively. She looked at me steadily. I
had pissed her off.

�What�s it to you if it was true? And I�m not saying it was,� she
questioned evenly.

I was trapped. Not sure how to get back to the happy blissful
feeling we had been enjoying.

�It�s just, well, I guess, I�m jealous if there was anything,� I
said nervously.

It was a half lie. I wanted to know but I wasn�t actually
jealous, as the guy was long gone anyway. She softened
noticeably.

�Oh Stevie that�s so sweet,� she answered and leaned forward and
pecked me on the lips. �Are you really jealous?� she asked
softly.

I nodded. I didn�t want to perpetuate my lie lest my face gave me
away. She cuddled into me again.

�He was the son of a friend of dads,� she said. �He came to stay,
looking for work. He was always trying to catch me alone and a
couple of times he made crude suggestions about me�to me,� she
added.

�What happened?� I asked.

�I don�t know how but next thing I know people are talking about
me. I guess because I had, you know, grown and him being at our
house all the time. Anyway mom got to hear some phony gossip and
she told him to go,� she explained.

�He must have bragged a lie,� I volunteered.

�That�s what mom said,� she agreed quickly. �But after that I
felt everyone in town was sniggering at me. Even Rona�s mom
wouldn�t let me see Rina because of the rumors,� she added.

I felt better about having asked, but in reality I wasn�t so sure
she was telling the full story. I still couldn�t get over her
apparent expertise at sex. We stayed at the cottage for another
two hours. In that time she went down on me and I had to stop her
from making me cum in her mouth again, wanting the release to be
in her tight young sex again. I stripped her naked and went down
on her again, smelling the sickly sweetness of my own cum and her
sex. I blew her to orgasm again and then rolled her on her
stomach while she was still very much in a daze from the release.
I slid into her doggy fashion and quickly used her tight warmth
to fuck myself to another deep satisfying orgasm. Ignoring any
attempts to pleasure her as before. She was spent from the two
orgasms she had had that afternoon so she lay almost unconscious
as an hour later I mounted her in the missionary position, and
fucked her a third time; again with her legs up over my shoulder.
I held her buttocks as I fucked deep, my hard cock plowing her
furrow deeply. I grasped her buttocks with my fingers near the
crack of her ass. It was in the heat of this third and final
coupling for the day that the fingers of one hand strayed across
her anus. She jumped when she felt the finger graze the rose.
Just as I had no idea why I went down on her earlier, I have no
idea what prompted me to roughly push a finger into her asshole
which was slick from the sweat and juices from our fucking. She
tried to expel my finger by feebly twisting away but in truth she
was too tired to resist my intruding finger. I eventually sunk it
up to the second knuckle and I was in awe at the feeling of my
finger pressuring my cock in her vagina; through the thin wall
between the two holes, as I deep-fucked myself to a third
shattering release. I eased off her finally and she yelped as I
withdrew my finger from her asshole. We dozed again and after
waking again we dressed and slipped from the cottage and each
went off in the direction of our respective homes.

Janie and I met at least three times a week for strong, carnal
sex. We became true lovers as weeach grew more in tune with what
fitted us best in our sex play. I loved rutting her like a stag
ruts the doe. She loved me eating her out and eventually came to
enjoy my fingers in her asshole as I sucked or fucked her to
orgasm. She remains to this day, one of the most amoral and
carnal females I have ever had sex with and ranks way ahead of
relationships I have since had with grown, mature women, as I
grew into adulthood. We frequently fucked each other to a
standstill. O�Gorman�s cottage hosted two separate sets of
tenants shortly after this recent tryst, and on at least two
occasions, we had hot furtive sex in Janie�s own bed; late into
the night when her parents were out socializing. I would slip out
of The Hut and walk through the darkness to her house, where she
was waiting. The sex on these occasions was silent and furtive;
though none-the-less as intense as the sex during the hours we
managed to muster in the cottage between the visitors who used
it.

Eventually the summer was ending and I returned to high school at
the end of the summer break; both of us with heavy hearts as we
would not see each other for another semester. I had learned the
feeling of male pride and ego now that I had truly indulged in
quality sex with a girl. Janie had also started high school. When
I returned for the winter holidays she was no longer at Ocean
Beach. I quietly queried my mother as to why I hadn�t seen the
Platts and she told me they had left the village suddenly,
shortly after the summer had ended. I jogged her to tell me why
but she was somewhat evasive and I never really knew what had
become of my young lover. She passed into my memories but I will
never forget how I lost my virginity and the sexual heat and
intensity that prevailed that summer back in 1974.

The End

Epilogue: 1983 My dad died in the fall of 1983. He had just
turned sixty. It was the worst of my mother�s fears though
ironically it was from cancer and not related to his lifetime of
drinking too much. He had managed to keep up quite hefty payments
on a large life insurance policy which would see mom very
comfortable for the rest of her life. I guess in his life he had
some feeling she might outlive him by a number of years. Mom took
the loss of dad badly at first, but as usual she rallied and
stoically soldiered through the preparations and his final
interment in the local cemetery. I stayed on a couple of days
after dad�s funeral; my brother�s and sister and families having
left. My wife Alice had stayed in Los Angeles as her pregnancy
was too far gone for her to risk traveling. She graciously gave
me a couple of day�s dispensation to stay with mom to help her
get through the first days after the funeral. It was the night
before I was to bus to Boston and fly out to LA that I went into
dad�s favorite shoreline pub to get a bottle of wine for dinner
with mom. I walked in late afternoon and the place was quite
empty; apart from a middle aged barmaid, a few fishermen sitting
in a table in the front who nodded their respect as I entered,
and a blond woman sitting with her back to me at the bar. I went
up to the bar and asked for a bottle of Californian Merlot and
the server nodded and went to a display stand with bottles of
wine, beyond the back of the bar. The woman sitting at the bar
turned and looked at me and I stood frozen in shock as I realized
it was Jane Platt.

Her face was still pretty and she had flawless skin. Sadly the
naturally blond hair had suffered from numerous attempts at
bleaching. Her upper body was still quite slim with her large
breasts obvious due to the low top she wore. But she now had
rather full thighs and a rather large butt. To say she had gone
to seed was a bit of an understatement. Gone was the lithe young
body I had clung to when I was sixteen. She stared at me in
recognition but showed little surprise at seeing me. Of course
she would most likely have heard about my father�s death and know
I would probably be back for his funeral. I felt decidedly
uncomfortable; more due to the fact I was clearly shocked at her
physical appearance, rather than through any guilt of our teenage
rites of passage together. Once past the shock of seeing each her
I nervously said hi, and inquired as to how she was.

�You can see life hasn�t been that kind,� she said jokingly and
gave a faint smile.

�It�s great to see you again,� I stammered.

She grinned and nodded. She didn�t believe that. She knew I was
uncomfortable standing here with her.

�I hear you�re married?� she said making polite conversation.

The bar server came back with a bottle of Merlot and I handed her
a twenty.

�Yes I am. Living in California; our first baby is nearly ready
to be born,� I said somewhat proudly, thinking of my beautiful
pregnant wife. �And you�?

�Widowed,� she said evenly. �My husband was lost when his trawler
foundered in a perfect storm off Nova Scotia two years ago. I
have two kids; Steven who is nine and Tammy who is four,� she
added.

�Oh I am sorry to hear that Jane�Janie. That�s really tough,� I
said somewhat saddened to hear of her situation. �It must have
been hard for you and the kids,� I added.

She gazed at me with a peculiar expectant look on her face; as if
I had not said something she was expecting; or perhaps had not
reacted as she expected.

�Jeff was Tammy�s father. I�d had Stephen before Jeff and I met.
But yes�you�re right�it was very hard for them when he was lost.
And me too of course,� she said staring at me.

The server returned with my change and handed it to me. I sorted
the coins from the notes and after tucking the few dollars and
cents away in my wallet and pocket; stalling while trying to
think of something to be polite in conversation next. I looked up
and nodded my understanding of her loss.

�Oh, you know about my dad, do you?� I said almost as an after
thought.

�Yes I do. I was at the funeral,� she said evenly staring at me.

�Oh Jane I�m sorry. I didn�t see you,� I said somewhat
embarrassed I had not realized she was there.

�It�s fine. Things are a little crazy at times like that. You
can�t get see everyone; I know that much,� she said.

�Of course�you would know,� I said a little grimly. �Thanks for
the understanding.�

We stared at each other briefly. She still had that peculiar look
on her face.

�Well, best be on my way. One more night with mom and then a long
flight back to California,� I said, and brandishing the bottle,
added: �Just a little pre-wetting of the babies head. Mom will
come out later on once my wife and baby are back home and
settled.�

I instantly regretted I had said that. My life must seem so much
more promising than hers had been, or was likely to be going
forward in the immediate future.

�Your mom is so proud of all of her grandchildren,� Janie said
evenly. �I know they all appreciate how attentive she is.�

That struck me as a puzzling thing to say. How could she know?
And I was a little confused at her knowing look when she said it.
She said nothing more; just stared at me in that funny way.

�Well I�d best get going,� I said again, and she nodded and said
goodbye.

As I turned and walked towards the door she called after me;

�Oh Stevie, please thank your mother for the present for my
Stephen�the pocket knife�you know the old one that was your
father�s.�

I turned and looked at her a little puzzled. �Mom gave her my
dad�s cherished heirloom; the whale bone handled pocket knife?� I
thought to myself in surprise. It was supposed to be handed down
to the next generation of fisherman in our family. Dad had
believed I would get it but just like my brothers Tim and Sam, I
never took up fishing. �I will,� I mumbled and nodded
acknowledgement to Janie�s words; still trying to fit this
information into the context of our brief discussion. I was
actually halfway to mom�s car pondering what she had told me when
it finally struck me. She said she had two kids. And the boy
Stephen was nine. Shit she can only be twenty-two or
twenty-three. She would have had him when she was thirteen or
fourteen. I hadn�t done the math when she had told me as I was
still a little churned up from seeing her again. And the
compliment about mom and how proud she was of �all of her
grandchildren� along with the belated pocket knife comment�! Oh
my God�that�s what the peculiar look was all about�she was
waiting for the obvious to hit me. Her son Stephen is ours�I have
a son!

The End

By Romany.


� Copyright Romany 2004; revised 2007. Do not copy, alter, or
post this on any other website without the author�s permission.


Acknowledgements:  �Lady Chatterley�s Lover� by D.H.Lawrence
           �The Hite Report� by Shere Hite

Read other stories by Romany at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/gypsey/romany/




  
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