Laura
by
Lazlong

I'm Laura Gooding. I'm not looking forward to today. In fact, I am dreading it. Today is my first day at Calvin High School.

I have never minded starting at a new school. My father, John, was a Major in the Air Force, so I started many new schools in my lifetime. Most of the time I attended school on the base and the kids there were all Air Force brats as well, so there was never a problem making new friends. 

Even when the base my father was stationed at was too small to have a school, I knew I'd only be there a short time, so I never really worried about it. I never really tried to make friends in those places because I knew in about a year I'd be moving on and I'd never see them again.

Now, my father had retired from the Air Force. He is now a civilian consultant in computer systems. According to him, he's making three times as much for doing the same job he did before. That's okay for him and mom, but it shook my entire world. As a freshman in high school, I'm looking at spending four years in the same place, with the same kids. 

I finished putting on the little bit of makeup I usually wore. I don't use a lot, because it's bad for your skin. Besides, I think the cheerleader types who put it on with a trowel look desperate. I mean, if I were a boy, I'd wonder what they were trying to hide under there.

As I went into the kitchen, I was hoping mom wasn't going to make a big deal about this being my first day in high school. "Hi, Mom," I said, trying to sound cheerful.

I knew I was in trouble when she turned around. She had that "I'm so proud of my little girl" look on her face. Now, don't get me wrong, I love mom. She's one of the best mothers I've ever been around. But, for God's sake, I'm fourteen years old! I'm too old to be babied and I knew that with that expression on her face, that was exactly what was going to happen.

"How's my little girl this morning?" Mom asked. "Are you all ready for your first day in high school?"

"Yeah, I'm ready. It's no big deal, Mom. I've started lots of new schools."

"I know, Honey, but this is high school. My little girl is growing up."

I thought I'd shake her up a little so I said, "Yeah, I know, Mom. I've got tits and everything."

Mom wasn't very comfortable talking about body parts or sex or anything like that so I saw her blush before she answered. "Be nice, Laura. Try to act like a young lady."

That was one of the worst rebukes Mom was capable of. Sometimes I felt like I was the adult and she was the child. I mean, gee, if I were a boy I'd feel like Beaver Cleaver or Will Robinson. 

I hugged Mom and said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I just don't want to make a big deal out of this. To be honest I'm a little worried about starting in a school where I know I'm going to be around for four years. What if no one likes me? What if I have to go four years with no friends?"

"Oh, Honey. Why wouldn't people like you? You're pretty and smart. I'm sure you're going to make lots of new friends."

"Being smart is part of the problem, Mom. The last two schools I was in, I was called braniac and teacher's pet because I got good grades and the teachers liked me. Some people acted like they wanted to be friends until they found out I was smart, then they just kind of drifted away."

"You had friends at your last school, Honey. What about Sandra Bentley?"

Yes, Sandy Bentley was my friend. Sort of. Sandy wore braces and thick glasses. She was also boy crazy. That's not uncommon for eighth grade girls, but boys were about all Sandy could talk about. I mean, I don't have anything against boys. It's just that I don't like spending all my time talking about how cute this boy is or how nice that boy's butt is.

I did hang around with Sandy a lot. I'd usually tune her out and think about something else when she started on one of her boy talks or when she started talking about who was going with whom. Most of the time she'd at least listen to me when I had something to say.

I didn't try to tell Mom about Sandy. I just finished my breakfast, kissed Mom goodbye, and headed off for school. Mom and Dad had picked Calvin High as the place they wanted me to finish high school. Then, they managed to find a house to buy that was only six blocks away from it. That meant that unless I somehow managed to get a car in a couple of years, I'd be walking to school for the next four years.

I'll have to admit the walk to school wasn't bad. I mean, it was a very nice early fall day. The sun was shining and the temperature was in the low seventies. I had no idea where to go when I got there, but I shouldn't have worried. There were signs everywhere saying "Freshmen", with arrows, pointing toward the gymnasium.

Inside, they had groups of chairs arranged under signs reading "A - F - 323", "G - L - 325", "M - R - 327", and "S - Z - 329". I sat down in the middle of the section marked "G - L - 325" and watched everyone else file in, looking lost. 

After the first bell rang, there were probably still at least forty kids still milling around. A portly guy, introduced himself as Mr. Sanderson, the school principal. He asked everyone to take seats in the section that was appropriate for the first letter of their last name and maybe another twenty kids found seats. 

Then he told the rest to stand behind the appropriate section if there weren't seats available. Finally everything settled down. "I want to welcome you all to Calvin High School. I think that Calvin High is one of the best schools in the state," Sanderson said with a big smile. He then went on, endlessly it seemed, to tell us the history of the school, the makeup of the student body, and an impressive list of rules and regulations.

Finally, he started to wind down. "Today is going to be an orientation day. Those of you who went to Calvin Elementary will already have classes assigned. When I dismiss you, those students who already have class assignments will go to the room number on the signs above you. There, you will be given your schedules. Your home room teachers will answer any questions you might have. Those of you who didn't attend Calvin Elementary last year should remain here when I dismiss the rest of you. Please go to the appropriate home room, or remain here if you are transferring in."

There were twelve of us left in our seats when everyone else had finally figured out they were supposed to leave. Mr. Sanderson introduced us to Mrs. Calzaggi, who is the school guidance counselor. The first thing she asked us was if we had transcripts from our previous schools. Only three of us had them, so she took our names and put them on a list. She then asked for the names of the students who didn't have them and them sent them to the principal's office to have them request transcripts.

One of the others who had their transcript was a boy I'd been watching for a while. He had set beside me while Sanderson had been making his speech and I couldn't help but notice he was really cute. We hadn't said anything to each other, but I had smiled at him when I saw him looking at me. He just kind of ducked his head as if he were embarrassed. 

I found out later his name was Michael Harding. We ended up taking all of the same classes. Mrs. Calzaggi ended up putting me in Honors English, Algebra 1, Social Studies, American History, and Physical Education. I wasn't sure about the Honors English thing, but Mrs. Calzaggi insisted, saying my records indicated I should be able to handle it.

The rest of the day went fairly quickly. We got to meet all of our teachers and they handed out our books for all of the classes. After that, we went back to home room, and they gave us our locker assignments. I ended up dumping all of my books in my locker because I didn't want to haul them home, then back again tomorrow morning.

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Tuesday

Okay, I knew it was going to happen. I just didn't know it was going to happen this soon. Honors English was my first class. This was a regular classroom with regular desks in rows running from front to back. It must be a school policy or something because all of my teachers had us seated in alphabetical order. That put Mike Harding in the seat right behind mine.

My second period class, American History, was different though. There were four long tables across the front of the room, with another four behind them and so on to the back of the room. This put Mike and me at the same table. After the teacher had us the way she wanted us, Mrs. Pounds left the room to take her attendance sheets to the office. Mike had  glanced at me when he sat down, then quickly turned his head.

I smiled at him and said, "Hi, Mike."

He glanced at me again, turning completely read then mumbled, "Hi."

"What's the matter nerd boy?" I heard from behind me. "Ain'tcha never talked to a girl before?"

I whirled around and looked at the table behind us. There were four girls sitting there, smiling like they were really proud of themselves. I just stared at them until one of them said, in the same voice as before, "Whatcha lookin' at, Bitch?"

"I'm not sure," I said as calmly as I could manage. "I think it's probably the school slut though."

"Fuck you," she said, her face reddening with anger.

"I'm sure you'd like to, but I'm a lot more selective about who I fuck. A girl has to worry about disease, you know." The whole classroom giggled.

The girl jumped up so fast she knocked her chair over behind her. She was just starting around the table when Mrs. Pound came back into the room. "Hey!" Mrs. Pound shouted.

The girl stopped in her tracks. "What's going on here?" the teacher asked.

"Uh, something bit me on the leg, Ma'am," the girl said.

"Take your seat and be careful, young lady," Mrs. Pound said. "If you had hurt someone with that chair, you'd be in detention for the rest of the week."

The girl sat back down and the rest of the class went quietly. I noticed the girl on my left giving me a big smile, and I noticed Mike keep stealing glances at me. When the class was over, the girl who had smiled at me said, quietly, "Thank you for telling that bitch off. Her name is Sindi Shaefer. She hates everyone who isn't in her little clique. She made my life miserable last year."

"Well, she'll probably try to make my life miserable this year," I said. "I'm Laura Gooding," I said, holding out my hand.

She took my hand and said, "I'm Melissa Goldwin. It's nice to meet you, Laura."

We started out of the room and I saw Mike standing in the hall. As we started to pass him, he said, "I... I just wanted... wanted to thank you."

"That's okay, Mike. I hate people like her. I've spent the last several years having people call me nerd or geek or teacher's pet and I'm tired of it. I'm on my way to Algebra. Where are you guys going?"

"I'm going to Algebra, too," Missy said.

"So am I," Mike mumbled.

"Let's walk together then," I said. "If Sindi can have her clique, we can have one of our own."

Missy giggled and Mike turned red again.

Algebra was great! Mr. Kopec is smart and funny and he can explain things so that anyone can understand them. The best thing about the class though was that Sindi and her crew weren't there. The period passed quickly and then it was time for lunch.

Before we were even out of our seats, Missy asked, "Would you guys like to sit together at lunch?"

I agreed enthusiastically, and Mike nodded his agreement. After we went through the line, Missy found us a table. I ended up sitting on one side of the table. Missy sat across from me and Mike took the seat beside me. Missy was bubbling.

"I think you guys are a lot like me," Missy said. "I've always done well in school and the other kids have hated me for it. I've been teased and made fun of and I haven't had many friends."

"Yeah, I agree," I said. "If you add that to the fact that my dad was in the Air Force and we didn't stay in any one place that long you'll see that I haven't had a very easy time of it either. What about you, Mike?"

"Yeah, I've always been a nerd or a geek,"

"Not any more," I laughed. "Now, you're one of the three musketeers. One for all and all for one!"

Mike actually laughed and Missy giggled. "Where do you guys live?" I asked.

"I live on the corner of 22nd and Washington," Missy said. "It's not very far from school."

I looked over at Mike and he responded, "Between 22nd and 23rd on Jefferson."

"Well, I live right between you guys," I said. "I live between 21st and 22nd on Adams. We could all meet at my place and walk to school together."

"That would be great," Missy said. "What's your mom and dad like?"

"Well... Dad is a retired Air Force Major. He works for the government as a civilian consultant now. Mom is a housewife. Dad is a strong silent type. I love him but I've never been close to him. Mom is a lot younger than dad and has a more outgoing personality. What are your parents like, Mike?"

Mike was looking down at his plate as he said, "My dad died five years ago. Mom is nice, but I don't see much of her. She's some kind of executive in the company she works for and sometimes she works until eight or nine at night."

"My mom and dad both work," Missy said. "Mom only works part time, so she is almost always home when I get home from school. I think I'd go crazy if I had to be home alone until your mom comes home, Mike."

"Yeah, It took me a long time to get used to it," Mike said. "I spend a lot of time on the Internet and I do a lot of studying."

Lunch time was over, so we all headed off to our Social Studies class. What a waste of time. The teacher, Miss Garnette, was trying to teach us things I've known since first grade. Oh, well, I guess some of the kids didn't know what she was teaching if you could go by the blank looks on their faces. Sindi was in that class, too.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty much a waste as well. I mean, who needs a study hall anyway. I finished my homework in all of my classes before the class was even finished. 

I like to play sports, but Phys Ed is boring. We did a lot of running and some exercises. Oh well. 

Missy, Mike I and just seemed to gravitate together when classes were out. We started walking in the general direction of our homes. Mike even made a few comments without being asked a direct question. "Mike, you said you were on the Internet a lot. Do you ever go in any of the chat rooms?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," he brightened. "I'm on almost all of the messenger services."

"Cool. So am I. What's your screen name?"

Mike blushed brighter than I'd ever seen him blush before. "Well, uh, I'm, uh. I'm SexyNerd."

"Cool. Neat name. I'm AFBrat. Maybe I'll see you on line some time. I use Yahoo the most, but I also use MSN." What I didn't tell him was that I also used the screen name, Kitten1990.

Missy said she wasn't too much into the Internet, because her parents thought there was too much pornography on there. I told her that if she ever wanted to use my computer to go on the net, or to send and receive e-mails, she could.

When we were close to my house, I asked if they'd like to come in and meet my mother. Missy agreed immediately, but Mike said he'd better be getting home. From what he'd said earlier, I knew his mother wouldn't be there, but I let him off. I think he'd made a lot of progress in one day.

Mom was bubbling over when I brought Missy in. She fixed us some cookies and milk while Missy called her mother to let her know when she'd be home. Why do parents seem to derive such pleasure from embarrassing their children? Mom must have asked Missy thirty questions before I finally told her we were going up to my room to play on the computer.

We fooled around with the computer for a while, then went on line and chatted with Mike for a few minutes. Before long, Missy said she had to go home, so I went down to face mom.

"So, young lady. One day in school and you've made a friend already," Mom said with a grin.

"Two, actually, Mom. There is a guy named Mike Harding who hung out with us today."

"Oh," Mom laughed. "A boy friend, huh?"

"That's right, Mom. A boy, who is a friend. Not a boyfriend."

"We'll see," she said.

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Wednesday

I have to admit, in some ways yesterday went a lot better than I thought it would. I actually did make a couple of new friends. I also made at least one enemy, so I guess it balances out.

I took my shower and was getting dressed when I happened to glance out my window. Mike was walking up and down the sidewalk, looking lost. Without thinking I opened my window and yelled, "Mike, I'll be down in about five minutes. Knock on the door and Mom will give you some orange juice."

Mike looked up at me and his mouth fell open. His eyes got really big and he started turning red. Oh, SHIT! I just realized I only had on my panties and bra. I quickly retreated and finished dressing. I ran down stairs and yelled to Mom that I was bringing a friend in.

When I got outside, Mike was standing there, looking like he didn't know if he should stay or run. I ran over to him and grabbed his hand. "Mike, I'm so sorry. I forgot I wasn't completely dressed."

"It's... It's... Okay, Laura. You're... You're beautiful."

"Thank you, Mike," I said, still holding his hand. "I know I'm not beautiful, but thank you for saying it."

"But, you are, Laura. You're... You're the pretiest girl I've ever seen."

"Thank you, Mike. Come on in and meet my Mom. I haven't eaten anything yet. We still have plenty of time."

I held on to his hand and gave him a tug. I think he was still in shock because he followed me without argument. I introduced him to Mom and she offered him some French Toast. He declined, but I poured him a glass of orange juice before I attacked my own breakfast.

Mike and Mom held a very nice conversation while I ate. Mike didn't show any of the hesitation he displayed when he was talking to me. I was wondering about that when Missy came in. 

We all talked for a few minutes while I finished my breakfast, then took off for school. English was good again. Mike, Missy and I kept talking right up to the point where the teacher looked at us pointedly and started taking roll.

In our history class, Sindi ignored us and started picking on some boy at the table next to hers. "So, Adam," she said. "Are you going to be teacher's pet again this year?"

The boy didn't answer her, so she went on. "I don't think Mrs. Pound is going to be as easy to suck up to as our teacher was last year. I'm surprised you managed to wash all the brown off your nose before classes started this year."

I don't know why I did it. I guess I just hate seeing someone picked on. I know I've always been considered a nerd too, but being an Air Force brat, I learned to fight back. I turned around in my seat and said, "Sindi, even if Adam had a brown nose, as you said, it will wash off. The problem is, there's no way to wash the stupidity out of your brain."

One of her friends grabbed her as she started to get up. About that time, Mrs. Pound walked into the room. She gave Sindi a long look as she walked to the front of the room. 

"I don't know what is going on here," Mrs. Pound said, "but, I want it to stop. When I came into the room yesterday, one of you had just knocked over her chair. Today, I came in and the same girl is struggling with another girl. You people are now in high school. Your antics may have been tolerated in middle school, but here they are inappropriate. If I see one more indication of trouble in this classroom, I will start asking questions. When I am satisfied with the answers I receive, someone will be punished. I hope I've made myself clear."

Mrs. Pound then picked up her textbook and told us to turn to page eighty-four. We read a couple of paragraphs and then discussed them. The rest of the class went well.

Adam Richards stopped us as we headed for algebra. "Laura, I just wanted to thank you for standing up for me in there. I'm usually not such a wimp, but Sindi has always been able to get my goat."

"That's okay, Adam. I guess I'm a little fiesty. I've had so many people pick on me over the years that I finally got tired of it and started fighting back. Try this, the next time she says anything to you, just flip her the bird, then ignore her if she says anything else. That'll get to her quicker than anything."

Adam laughed, then said, "I'll try that Laura. When she starts picking on me I get tongue tied. I never know what to say to her. Flipping her the bird will be easy."

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The three muskateers sat together at lunch again. This time, I was sitting beside Mike with Missy across from me. We had just settled in when Adam came over and asked if he could join us. Of course we agreed, so he sat by Missy and we all started in on our institutional quisine. Missy and Adam had known each other for years and were soon talking animatedly.

"So, Laura, do you think you're going to be living here permanently?" Mike asked me. There was no stuttering and no hesitation in his question. I was impressed. Maybe seeing me in my undies this morning was good for him.

"I think so, Mike. Dad's working at the Air Force Base here. They bought a house and they've never done that before. They also told me I'd be spending the next four years in this school."

Mike smiled. "That's good. I'll bet it was hard moving around all of the time."

"It was in some ways, but in others it made me stronger. I heard the nerd comments just the same as you did, but after a while they just made me fight back. I got in trouble for it a few times, but eventually they quit bothering me."

"How'd you get in trouble?"

"Well, this one girl just wouldn't leave me alone. She was always calling me names and making nasty remarks. I could put up with that, but then one day, she slapped me around the back of my head. I lost it."

Mike was grinning, "What did you do?"

"I'm not really sure. When I came to myself, the teacher was trying to pull me off of her. I was sitting on top of her, I had my left hand wrapped up in her hair and I was hitting her in the face with my right. I was suspended for three days. Dad thought it was funny, but mom had a calf. She grounded me for two weeks."

Mike was laughing his ass off now, and Missy and Adam turned around to ask what was going on. They were so into each other they hadn't heard a word I said.

I was retelling the story for Missy and Adam when I felt someone behind me. For some reason I just knew it was Sindi. I was starting to turn around when she said, "Well, if it isn't the Nerd Queen and her court."

She then looked over at Adam and said, "Don't think you're going to get off that easy, Brown Nose."

Adam looked her right in the eye, then popped up the middle finger of his right hand and showed it to her. Sindi let out an audible gasp. Adam looked at me and I winked. Adam's smile went from ear to ear.

I think it was more the smile than the finger that did it. Sindi sputtered a time or two, then went ballistic. She started screaming insults at all four of us. Every head in the caffeteria turned to look at her.

I started to say something in return, but fortunately I saw Mrs. Pound heading toward us first. I put my finger to my lips to make sure the others didn't say anything and let Sindi continue.

Sindi was saying something about "Bitches and Sluts", when Mrs. Pound gently laid her hand on Sindi's shoulder. Sindi whirled around. I thought for a second she was going to hit the teacher, then I saw her shoulders slump as she realized she had screwed up.

"I want all five of you to follow me to the office right now," Mrs. Pound said in a no-nonsense voice. None of us said a word. We just got up and started to follow. 

As we got into the hall, I whispered to Mike, "Let me do most of the talking. Pass it on."

Mike passed it on to Adam and Adam told Missy.

Mrs. Pound sat us all down in the waiting room and went in to see Mr. Sanderson. She came out in a few minutes and escorted all of us in.

"Mrs. Pound tells me there's something going on between the five of you. I want to know what it is," Mr. Sanderson said.

No one said a word.

Mr. Sanderson waited until the silence had become uncomfortable then asked, "Sindi, you were yelling at the rest of these students. Why were you yelling at them?"

Sindi squirmed for a minute then said, "Adam flipped me off."

"Is that true Adam?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Why did you do that?"

"She called me a brown noser?"

"Why did you call him a brown noser, Sindi?"

"Because he is. He always gets good grades and the teachers always treat him special."

"What about the rest of you?" Sanderson asked.

I glanced at the others and then said, "She has been calling all of us names including brown noser, teachers pet, geek, and nerd amoung other things. I don't know why for sure, because I only met her yesterday, but I suspect it is because we are all good students."

"Why do you think she would do that?"

"Well, she seems to think we get good grades because the teachers like us. She doesn't realize we get better grades because we work harder to get them or because we are more intelligent. Teachers usually like us because we are prepared for their classes."

"Have you ever thrown your intelligence in her face?" he asked.

I blushed. "Only when I told her it would be easier to wash the brown off Adam's nose than it would be to wash the stupidity out of her brain when she called Adam a brown noser in Mrs. Pound's class."

Mrs. Pound, who was standing behind Sindi, was trying to stiffle a giggle and Mr. Sanderson had a twinkle in his eye, but a very stern look on his face.

"Okay, this stops right now. Sindi, you are not to call anyone names from this point on. The rest of you, if Sindi does call you a name, don't think of a snappy comeback. Come to me. If I hear of any more name calling, Sindi will be punished. If I hear of any more comebacks, the rest of you will be punished as well. Now, get out of here."

We got. Sindi gave us a dirty look then scooted off by herself. We still had about twenty minutes of lunch left, so the rest of us went outside to get some fresh air. We were back inside before the bell rang and the rest of the day went well.

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It turned out that Adam lived fairly close to the rest of us, so we all walked to my place together. I invited everyone in and surprisingly enough they all agreed. Mom was tickled to death and got out chips and sodas for all of us. We talked for almost an hour, then the rest of the group decided they'd better head for home.

I talked with mom for a little while, then decided to go up and play on the computer for a while. I checked my e-mails then went on line. I logged into Yahoo Messenger as Kitten1990 and looked for any of my on-line friends. Then I saw SexyNerd was on line, so I decided to say hello.

<Kitten1990>Hi SexyNerd. How are you doing?

<SexyNerd>I'm doing OK. I don't think I've talked with you before.

I had forgotten I hadn't given him this screen name. "Oh, well. I might as well have a little fun," I thought.

<Kitten1990>That's right. I saw your profile though, so I know we're about the same age. What high school do you go to?

<SexyNerd>Calvin. You?

<Kitten1990>I go to South. I'm a fourteen year old girl.

<SexyNerd>As you saw from my profile, I'm a fourteen year old guy. What my profile didn't say is that I'm cute. How about you?

What the hell is this? Two days ago he was too shy to talk to me. Now, he's flirting with me.

<Kitten1990>I've been told I'm cute. So, do you have a girlfriend?

<SexyNerd>Not really, I met this girl a couple of days ago that I really like, but I haven't been able to ask her out or anything.

<Kitten1990>Why's that?

<SexyNerd>Well, when I think of her as just a friend, I can talk to her just fine. When I start thinking I'd like to ask her to go on a date, I get all tongue tied.

<Kitten1990>Awh, and I was thinking you were a real flirt.

<SexyNerd>It's easy to flirt on-line. 

<Kitten1990>Why don't you say something to her? Maybe she feels the same thing about you.

<SexyNerd>I'm afraid Laura just thinks of me as a friend. She is much too pretty and smart to be interested in someone like me.

I'll swear my heart stopped. I had no idea he was interested in me as more than a friend. How did I feel about him? I didn't know. 

<Kitten1990>SexyNerd, my mother is calling me to dinner. I have to run. Maybe I'll see you on here tomorrow.

<SexyNerd>Okay Kitten. You have a good night.

Shit, damn, fuck, hell, son-of-a-bitch, now what the hell am I going to do? How did this happen? Okay, let's take stock here. Let's figure out how I feel about Mike. Okay, he's cute. His body hasn't matured yet, but he has good muscles for his age and a cute butt. He's tall, which is good. He has good (Should I say handsome?) facial features. He keeps his dirty-blonde hair in a nice style. His eyes, oh yes, his eyes. His eyes are a deep blue that look like you could fall in them and drown. He's smart, and when he isn't nervous, he's fun to talk with. 

God, yes. He's definitely a keeper. But, am I ready to have a boyfriend? Heck, I'm only fourteen. Will mom freak out if I tell her I have a boyfriend? I don't think so. Mom is cool. Okay, so I'm not in love with him, but I am in serious like with him. 

So, how do I get him to ask me out? I know he likes me, but he is so shy. Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to play it by ear.

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I guess I was quiet during dinner because mom asked me if anything was wrong. I told her I just had some things to think over and she was cool with that.

I thought I'd be too keyed up to sleep, but I must have zoned out as soon as my head hit the pillow. 

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Thursday

I woke up early and was just getting ready to go down to breakfast when I glanced out the window and saw Mike coming down the street. Okay, so maybe I did more than glance. Actually, I was watching for him. 

I was just starting to open the window and invite him in when I decided to give him a thrill. I quickly removed my blouse and checked myself in the mirror. My bra covered everything nicely, but it did look sexy. I opened the window just as he was coming in front of the house and yelled to him.

"Mike," I waited until he looked up at me then said, "Come on in. I'll be down in just a second."

His mouth fell open, but he didn't look away. I took that as a good sign. He didn't say anything, but he did go on up to the door and rang the bell.

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Mike was telling mom about what had happened with Sindi when I came down stairs a few minutes later. I had told her last night, but Mike's version made me sound more like a heroine. I fixed myself a bowl of cereal while they talked. I sat down beside Mike and listened to him finish the story.

I noticed Mike kept looking over at me as he talked. Okay, so it gave me a little thrill. He'd glance at my chest, then into my eyes. I think mom must have noticed, too, but she didn't say anything. When she managed to catch my eye, she winked at me though.

I finished eating before Missy or Adam got there, so Mike and I decided to go outside and wait for them. He got all shy on me and was hardly talking at all, so I asked, "Did you enjoy the show this morning?"

"Uh, what... what do you mean?"

"Well, I forgot I didn't have a blouse on when I came to the window," I lied. "I just wondered if you liked what you saw?"

"Well... uh... uh... You are very pretty Laura. Of course I enjoyed it." He was blushing furiously as he said this. 

Before I could say anything else, I saw Missy and Adam walking up the street together. 

School went very well for a change. The four of us got together at lunch and had a nice talk. Mike was joking about something our English teacher had said. Okay so you can add funny to the list of things I like about him.

Mom was a little disappointed that none of the kids came in when I got home, but I told her we all had homework. "Mom, do you think I'm too young to have a boyfriend?" I asked.

Mom let out a big sigh and said, "Sweety, I've been dreading that question. I guess it depends on the boy. If he's your age, then probably not. If he's older than you, then I'd have to say you're too young."

"How old were you when you had sex for the first time, Mom?"

Mom blushed a deep red then said, "That's a very personal question, Laura. I'm not sure I should answer it. Are you thinking about sex?"

"Duh, I've been thinking about sex for three years, Mom. I just haven't done anything about it. I'm not thinking any more about it than I was a year ago, though."

"Well, I'd have been surprised if you hadn't at least thought about it. Honey, the first time someone has sex can be very painful. I'm sure you've learned that in your classes at school. When someone is ready for sex is going to be different for everyone. I've known twelve year olds who were more mature than twenty year olds, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I guess so, Mom. It's just that in some ways I feel very mature. You know I do my chores without being told. I do my homework without fail and I try not to be a burden on you and Dad. But, where boys are concerned, I feel like a baby. I kissed Jimmy Smith last year when we were playing a game and I let him feel my boobs. It was okay, but nothing special."

"So, what brought this up now?"

"Well, I found out this guy likes me. I'm afraid I like him a lot too. I enjoy talking with him, and when he smiles at me, I get all tingly inside. I think he's going to ask me to be his girlfriend."

Mom laughed. "It wouldn't be a certain boy who talked with us while you ate breakfast this morning, would it?"

I blushed, but managed to say, "Yes, Mom. Mike is a real nice guy. He's smart and good looking. He gets really shy around me, but I found out that's because he likes me."

"I agree that Mike is a very nice boy. Laura, all I can tell you is to be responsible. I personally think you're too young to be thinking about sex, but I know that no matter how I feel about it, you'll do it when you're ready. I think I'll make an appointment for you with the doctor and get you on the pill. That's not giving you permission to have sex, it's just being cautious."

"Thanks, Mom. I have no intention of going out and boinking someone, but it would be nice to know I was safe if something happened when I wasn't fully in control."

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I went upstairs and got on the Internet. I signed into Yahoo, and Mike was already there.

<SexyNerd>Hi, Kitten, how's it going?

<Kitten1990>Going good, Sexy. How about you?

<SexyNerd>Kitten, I'm all confused about some things. Could I ask you a few questions?

<Kitten1990>Sure, Sexy. Is this about your girlfriend?

<SexyNerd>Yeah, but she's not my girlfriend. I hope someday she will be, but she's so nice I'm afraid she'll never notice me. I mean as a guy.

<Kitten1990>Okay, shoot. What's your question?

<SexyNerd>Well, something has happened the last two mornings on the way to school. We walk to school with two other kids and we always meet at her house because it's the most central. The last two mornings, she's opened her window to yell out at me, and she's only had a bra on top. I'm not sure if she's trying to get me interested in her, or if she doesn't mind me seeing her that way because she doesn't think of me as a guy at all.

<Kitten1990>Has she said anything to you about it?

<SexyNerd>The first morning, she apologized and said she hadn't realized how she was dressed. This morning, she asked me if I liked the show.

<Kitten1990>I don't think there's any doubt the girl is interested in you, Sexy.  :-) She wouldn't have asked if you enjoyed the show if she wasn't. What did you say?

<SexyNerd>I told her that of course I enjoyed the show. I also told her I thought she was very pretty.

<Kitten1990>Do you think she's pretty?

<SexyNerd>Oh God, yes. I think she's beautiful and sexy and smart.

<Kitten1990>So, what are you going to do about it?

<SexyNerd>That's what I don't know. I don't want to just come out and tell her I like her. I'm afraid I'd scare her off. What would you suggest?

<Kitten1990>Okay, you said you walk to school together. Walk beside her tomorrow and hold her hand. If she likes you too, she'll hold on to yours too. If she just wants to be friends, she'll pull her hand away after a few seconds. 

<SexyNerd>God, I don't know if I can do that, but I'll try. Thanks, Kitten.

<Kitten1990>Come on line tomorrow and let me know how it goes, okay? I have to go to dinner now, so take care until then.

<SexyNerd>Okay, Kitten. I'll talk to you tomorrow night.

I flopped on my bed, a smile from ear to ear. I'll admit it, this morning I was wondering how I felt about Mike, but the more I learned about him the more I liked him. Knowing that he liked me was a big help.

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Friday

I woke up early again, but this time I decided to tease Mike in a different way. I was fully dressed and waiting for him. When he got to the house, I opened the window and said, "Come on in, Mike. I'm on my way down."

He had a very disappointed look on his face when I opened the door for him. I just smiled and let him follow me into the kitchen. 

I have to give mom credit. She didn't give Mike any indication that she knew how he felt about me or about how I felt about him. I hurried with breakfast so we could get outside before Missy and Adam got here.

Once we were outside, I giggled and asked, "So, did you miss the show this morning."

Mike was blushing again. "I... uh.."

"It's okay Mike," I grinned and bumped the back of his right hand with the knuckles of my left hand. 

That seemed to be enough of a hint, even for Mike. He took my hand in his and squeezed. I smiled at him and interlaced my fingers with his. We didn't say anything, just kept smiling at each other until Missy and Adam showed up.

I don't think Mike's feet touched the ground all the way to school. I know mine didn't. We were walking so close together our shoulders kept bumping together. Every time the did I got this little thrill that ran through my body. I'd hate to tell you where those little thrills ended, but I will say a certain part of my anatomy was wet by the time we entered the building.

Mom picked me up right after lunch and took me to Dr. Brennerman's office. Dr. Brennerman had given me a complete physical earlier in the summer and I liked her. Mom asked if I wanted her to come in with me, but I told her no.

When the doctor finally came into the room, she asked, "So, what brings you in today, Laura?"

"Well, mom thinks it would be a good idea for me to go on birth control pills."

"Okay, what do you think about it?"

"I think it's probably a good idea."

"Are you sexually active now?"

"No, but it might happen."

She gave me a thorough pelvic exam then said, "You seem to be in good health, Laura, and I see your hymen is still intact. There's no reason for you not to go on the pill, but I should caution you about diseases. Do you know anything about STDs?"

"Yes, ma'am. We had Sex Ed in school last year and they told us all about them. I know to be careful."

She wrote me out a perscription and told me to come back after my virgin status had changed. She also told me the pill wouldn't be sure of preventing pregnancy until after I had been through my second period. I thanked her and left. I surprised myself in that I didn't get embarrassed about the whole thing.

Since I wouldn't get back to school until my last period class, mom asked me if I just wanted to go on home. I had her drop me off at school anyway. To be honest with you, I couldn't have cared less about missing the class. I wanted to walk home with Mike.

The four of us met outside and I immediately grabbed Mike's hand. He repositioned so our fingers were laced and gave me a big smile. I noticed that Missy and Adam were holding hands as well. Mike and I let them get a little way ahead of us so we could talk.

"So, you said you missed your show this morning. Does that mean you like seeing me half naked?"

I don't know if Mike was gaining confidence from holding my hand or what, but he didn't hesitate or stutter at all. "Yes, Laura, I like seeing you half naked. I like you a lot."

"I like you too, Mike. I was hoping you'd notice me, but I was afraid someone as smart and good looking as you wouldn't notice me at all."

Mike's grin was brightening the whole area. "I was thinking the same thing about you, Laura."

When we got to the house, Missy and Adam said there was somewhere they had to be, so they went on. Mike said he could come in for a while, so we went inside, still holding hands.

Mom saw the hand holding immediately, and smiled at me as we sat down at the kitchen table. She asked if we'd like a Coke and we both agreed.

Mom sat with us and talked for a while, then asked Mike, "Mike, we're having a cookout tomorrow afternoon. Would you like to come over and keep Laura company? I'm afraid everyone else here are going to be adults."

"I'd love to, Mrs. Gooding. Mom is out of town on a business trip and won't be back until sometime next week."

"Why don't you come over and spend the day then, Mike. Laura won't roll out of bed untill nine or so, so why don't you come over about then?"

My heart was beating ninety miles an hour. I looked Mike in the eye and nodded. "That'd be great, ma'am. Maybe Laura and I can go for a walk or something."

We all talked for a while longer then Mike said he'd better get home. I said I'd walk him to the door. We stepped outside and I realized we were still holding hands. I was going to give him a kiss on the cheek and he must have been thinking the same thing. As I reached up, his head turned and our lips met. OH MY GOD! Okay, it was just a peck, but it went right through me.

Mike's mouth dropped open as I stepped back. I grinned, then he did too. "We'll have to try that again," I said. "I'll see you in the morning."

"I'll be here at nine," Mike said. He pulled me to him and gave me a hug before he turned and left. Now where did that shy boy go?

When I got back inside, mom was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. "So, holding hands. When are you planning on kissing him?" she asked.

"Mother!" I said in mock anger, then I giggled and said, "I just did."

Now it was mom's turn to be shocked. "You kissed him, or did he kiss you?"

"It was a little bit of both, I guess. I was going to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head as I was leaning in and our lips met. It was just a little peck, but it was nice."

Mom laughed, "Well, just be careful, Sweety. Don't do anything you're not comfortable with."

"I know, mom. He is a nice guy and I don't think he'd ever push me to do anything I wasn't ready for."

I went upstairs and flopped on the bed. I didn't even fire up my computer. I just lay there until dinner, re-living the day.

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Saturday

Okay, so I was up and dressed at eight o'clock. That doesn't mean I was anxious or anything. I had some breakfast then went back upstairs to wait for Mike. I saw him coming down the street about ten minutes until nine. I had on a pull over blouse and shorts, so I opened my window and stuck my head out.

"Hey, Mike," I yelled. He looked up at me and I pulled my blouse up, showing him my bra.

This time he didn't get embarrassed. Instead, he smiled and then gave me a wolf whistle.

I ran down the stairs and opened the front door. He came in and grabbed my hand. We went into the kitchen and I got us each a glass of orange juice. We were talking about what we could do today when dad came in.

"Good morning, Daddy," I said. "This is Mike Harding."

Dad extended his hand and said, "How do you do, Mike? It's nice to meet you."

Mike stood up and shook dad's hand. "It's nice to meet you, too, Mr. Gooding."

"I'm afraid it's going to be a little boring around here for you and Laura today," dad said. "We are going to be having three couples over. I work with the three guys. We'll be eating around two o'clock, and I'd like for you guys to be here for that, but you're free to come and go the rest of the time."

"Dad, where's mom?"

"She had to run to the store, but she'll be back in a few minutes."

"We'll probably go over to Missy's for a while, Dad. We may also go down to the Burger Barn for a while. Would that be okay?"

"Sure. Knock yourself out. Just be careful. Do you need any money?"

"I can always use money, Dad."

Dad pulled out his wallet and handed me a twenty. "Have fun, kids," he said as he headed out to the patio.

We finished our orange juice and I called Missy. "Hi, Missy. This is Laura."

"Hi Laura."

"Missy, Mike and I were wondering if you'd mind if we came over for a few minutes."

"Sure, come on over. Adam is here, maybe we could play some games or something."

"Ooohhh. Interesting. We'll be right over."

Mike and I walked over to Missy's place and she met us at the door. She took us into the living room, where Adam was waiting for us. She asked if we'd like a Coke and we both agreed we would, so she went to get them for us.

"So, Adam, what are you guys up to this morning?" I asked.

Adam bulshed and said, " Awh, not much. We were just kind of hanging out."

Mike and I sat on a sofa and I slid close to him. Our hands found each other, and he squeezed mine as he took it. Missy brought our drinks in and sat beside Adam on a loveseat. 

"So, what would you guys like to do?" Missy asked.

"I don't know," I said. "It's your house, why don't you suggest something?"

"Okay, how about we play 'Truth or Dare'?" Missy asked.

"I don't know about that," Mike said. "I hear that can get pretty wild."

"Okay, why don't we say we'll play until someone refuses a dare?" Missy asked. "That way, any of us can call it quits at any time."

"What are your parents going to say, Missy?" I asked.

"Oh, they're gone for the day," she told us.

"I'm game then," I said. The guys reluctantly agreed.

"Okay, everyone sit in a circle on the floor. I'll go first," Missy said. "I'll pick a person to receive a question or dare. After they've answered or completed a dare, the person to my left is the next one to propose a truth or dare. Okay, Laura, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever kissed a boy?"

"Yes." Since I was sitting next to Laura I asked, "Mike, truth or dare?" I asked.

"Uh, truth."

"What's the farthest you've ever gone with a girl?"

"Just kissing."

It was Mike's turn to ask. "Laura, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What's the farthest you've ever gone with a guy?"

"Uh, I let a guy feel my boobs through my shirt once when we were playing a game."

"Missy, truth or dare?" Adam asked.

"Truth."

"Is there any boy that you like?"

"Yes."

"Mike, truth or dare?" Missy asked.

"This is getting monotinous. Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Laura for one minute," Missy said.

Mike looked at me and I nodded. He put his arms around me and when our lips met, I thought I was going to melt into a little puddle. The kiss was sweet and tender, but there was an underlying passion that almost scared me. It went on for what seemed like forever, but all too soon I heard Missy saying that time was up.

It took me a few seconds to get my breath back after we broke the kiss. Mike kept his arm around me and I snuggled in close. Finally, I asked, "Missy, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to French Kiss Adam for one minute."

Missy didn't say a word, she just scooted closer to Adam and put her arms around him. Her smile was a mile wide as they started the kiss. I put my arm back around Mike and we snuggled as we watched them. We broke them up at exactly one minute.

Mike looked at Missy and asked, "Missy, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to show all of us your tits for thirty seconds," Mike said.

Missy looked at me and blushed. I just nodded my head and smiled. "Oh, shit," Missy said, then she pulled her shirt and bra up over her breasts. Missy's breasts aren't as big as mine, but they are well formed and pretty. Her nipples are large and they were standing out at least half an inch. I counted off the time and told her when thirty seconds were up.

When she had her blouse back in place, Missy looked at Adam. "Absolutely beautiful," he said. Missy giggled and blushed.

Mike whispered in my ear, "I'm going to dare you to do that next."

I put my lips next to his ear and whispered, "You don't have to dare me if you want to see my tits. All you have to do is ask."

Mike's smile would have lighted New York as he hugged me close.

"Mike, truth or dare?" Adam asked.

"Dare."

"Okay, I dare you to play with Laura's tits, through her shirt, for one minute."

Mike looked at me and I just grinned. He tentatively reached out his hands and poised them over my boobs. He looked me in the eye as if asking if it was okay. I smiled and nodded.

His hands were gentle. Far more gentle than Jimmy had been. He massaged my entire breasts for a few seconds, then started rolling my very erect nipples between his fingers. A gasp escaped me when he did this and I think it scared him for a moment. Then, he realized I was gasping because it felt good and he went back to work. I wanted to kick Missy when she told him his time was up.

Mike hugged me and gave me a quick kiss before Missy could say anything.

"Laura, truth or dare?" Missy asked.

"Dare," I was really into it now.

"Laura you have to take off your blouse and bra and play topless for the rest of the game."

This shook me up a little bit. I was prepared to flash my tits, but staying topless for the rest of the game was a little much. I really didn't mind for the others to see me, but I didn't want Mike to think I was a slut.

Mike leaned over to me and whispered, "You don't have to do this, Sweetheart. If you want to, go for it, but if not, let me know and I'll call a hault to this."

I think right then I fell in love with Mike. I just smiled and pulled my shirt over my head. I was looking directly into Mike's eyes as I unhooked my bra and let it slip off my shoulders. Mike looked down at my chest, then put his arm back around me and pulled me close.

We sat that way until Missy reminded me it was my turn. "Mike, truth or dare?" I asked.

"Dare."

"Mike, I dare you to lick and suck on my nipples for one minute."

The room got deathly quiet. Mike was smiling from ear to ear, but he looked a little scared too. "I've never done this before," he said.

"I've never had it done to me before, either," I told him. "I'll tell you if you're doing something I don't like."

He didn't do anything I didn't like. In fact, I liked it so well, I nearly had an orgasm. I knew my panties were soaking wet, and I just hoped I hadn't soaked through my shorts. I was gasping for breath by the time Missy called time. God, why didn't I say five minutes?

"Guys, I don't think anyone could top that," Missy said. "Why don't we figure out something else to do?"

"Mike and I were talking about going to the Burger Barn," I told her as I started putting my bra back on.

Everyone agreed that was an excellent idea, so we straightened ourselves and the living room up and took off. Mike and I had our arms around each other and we dropped a little behind Missy and Adam.

"Laura, we need to talk," Mike said softly.

"Yeah, I guess we do."

"I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you," Mike said. "When you stuck up for me in class on Tuesday, I knew you were something special. I also knew you were beautiful and smart, and way out of my league. It scared me to even talk to you, but you treated me like I was someone special too. I've never had a girlfriend, but I'd like very much if you would be my girlfriend."

"Mike, you are someone special. You are handsome and intelligent and after you got over being so shy, you're a lot of fun to talk to. I've known all week that I liked you. This morning I realized I love you. That's why I let things go as far as I did while we were playing. There's no way I'd have let Adam play with my boobs like I let you. I would like very much to be your girlfriend."

We stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and kissed. I know it only seemed to last for a few seconds, but when we finally broke it off, I saw Missy and Adam at least half a block away walking toward us. Mike and I started toward them and when we got there Missy asked, "So what was that all about?"

"Mike asked me to go out with him," I said while never breaking eye contact with Mike.

"You mean go out like in girlfriend and boyfriend?"

"Yep."

Missy giggled. "I guess I don't have to ask how you answered him."

"Nope."

We all broke up laughing. 

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We hung out at the Burger Barn for a while, then I thought it was time Mike and I headed home for the cookout. Mike and I noticed that Missy and Adam were holding hands as we walked back toward her house. Of course Mike and I were too.

Mom put Mike and I to work as soon as we got there, helping get ready for her guests. We had fun doing it though, so we didn't mind. We had been at it for a while and Mike was carrying condiments out to the picnic table when Mom asked, "Did something happen between you and Mike?"

I was stunned. What is this woman, a witch or something? Finally I got my wits about me enough to answer. "Mike asked me to go out with him, Mom."

"You mean like be his girlfriend?"

"Yes, Mom. I know we're too young to go on car dates or anything, but I really do like him a lot, Mom."

She was smiling when she said, "I know you do, Honey, and I'm happy for you. Just be careful and don't lose your heart too fast. It's so easy to get hurt, so just take your time before you do anything you can't reverse."

"Mom, I have no intention of losing my virginity right away, if that's what you're hinting at. I know I could break his heart, or he could break mine. I don't think that's going to happen though. We're too much alike."

"Sweety, I wasn't implying you were going to go out and boink him the first time you were alone," mom said with a laugh. Her eyes were twinkling as she continued, "When two people are close, though, it does happen. Just be sure when it does, it's something you both want and are ready for. You'll know when the time is right. Don't let him or anyone else talk you into doing something before then."

"I won't, Mom," I said as I picked up some more things to take out.

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The next couple of months went better than any portion of my life had gone before. Mike, Missy, Adam and I were now calling ourselves the "Fearsome Foursome". During this time, we were gaining the respect of our teachers and making some enemies amoung our classmates. It seemed like each of us had at least one class where we outshined the other three and all of us far outshined anyone else in our classes, with a few exceptions.

Our English class had one girl, Bonnie Gillespie, who was right up there with me. It seemed like we were fighting for first place on every quiz and every test. It was a good rivalry though and we soon became friends. 

It was the same for Mike in Algebra. Ben Sensimeier was Mike's rival. It's amazing how well you can do when there is someone to compete against. Adam was our American History wizard. I think he knew more than the teacher on most topics. 

Missy had her rival in Social studies. Alice Brammer's father was a State Senator so Alice knew more about politics than anyone in the class with the exception of Missy, who planned to go into politics herself.

As a group, we wrecked the curve in all of our classes. Most of us had held back before and not shown what we could really do. Now we were competing with each other and we tried to outdo ourselves. 

During this time, mom allowed Mike to study with me almost every evening. He ended up eating with us a lot when mom found out his mother was never home in the evenings. Mom also allowed us to go to the Burger Barn fairly frequently, and allowed us to hang out at Missy's house almost any time we wanted. She never really gave us any time alone, or at least she thought she didn't.

When we went to Missy's her parents were frequently gone. Missy and Adam were quickly becoming an item, so we did a lot of making out together. We also played a lot of games that invariably led to one or all of us being naked. Of course I didn't mind being naked in front of Mike, but it surprised me a little that I didn't mind for Adam to see me either.

We didn't do any more than kiss and fondle until two weeks before Christmas. We were at Missy's playing truth or dare again. Mike had selected a dare and Missy said, "Mike, I dare you to give Laura an orgasm... with your mouth."

I was floored. Sure, I'd had orgasms before, all administered by myself. Mike had touched my pussy a few times, but had never brought me off. Mike was looking at me, expectantly, when I came back to reality. I nodded at him and his smile would have lighted New York.

I lay back on the carpet and removed my jeans and panties. Mike looked at my pussy like he had never seen one before, although he had seen mine several times. I smiled at him and he started moving up between my legs.

I could feel his breath on my pussy lips as he got himself in position. He just looked at me for several seconds, then he used both hands to spread me apart so he could see better. I know my heart was going 180 beats a minute as he inspected me.

Finally, he let go of my lips and leaned forward. I knew from talking with him that Mike had never done anything like this before, so what he did was pure native talent. He inserted his tongue down near my butt hole and brought it up through my pussy as deep as it would go.

I gasped and raised my butt off the floor, involuntarily, as his tongue went across my clit. His eyes raised to mine and I could see a big smile on his face. He did this a dozen more times and each time the feeling was more intense.

Finally, he seemed to realize that my clit was where he was getting the biggest response, so he zeroed in on it. At first, he just kept licking across it in short strokes, then he started flicking it back and forth with his tongue. I thought I was in heaven. The tension in me had built to the point where I knew I was going to explode soon, then he sucked my clit into his mouth.

He started sucking on my clit then he started drumming it back and forth with his tongue. This was more than my body could take. I started to moan and then to wail. When my climax hit me, I screamed so loud I was afraid the neighbors would come to investigate. I clamped his head between my thighs, then as the feelings became too intense, I pushed it away.

Mike looked up at me as if he thought he might have done something wrong, but I quickly assured him that the feelings had just become too intense. He came up beside me and cuddled me until I started to come down. God I love this guy!

"Mike, that was the best orgasm I've ever had. How did you know what to do?"

"I didn't, really. I've read about eating a girl out, but I'd never done it before. What I've read says a woman's clit is very sensitive. I assume that was your clit I was sucking on."

"Oh, yes. That was my clit. I felt like my whole body exploded when you started sucking on it."

"Wasn't it kind of gross?" Adam asked.

"No  way! Not even a little!" Mike said. "Laura tastes wonderful. I hope she'll let me do it again."

"I hope you'll do it a lot," I whispered to Mike. "Maybe I'll even return the favor and do it for you."

Mike let out a very audible gasp.

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Okay, I'll admit it. I was hooked. I've jilled off before. Okay, so I've jilled off a lot before. Nothing I'd ever done had ever come close to what I felt when Mike ate me out. I also have to admit that what Mike said afterwards made me feel awfully good.

I knew I wanted him to do it again. During the two weeks leading up to Christmas, Mike and I managed to be alone a few times. On one occasion I gave him a blowjob and on another occasion he ate me out to an earth shattering orgasm. The other times we were together we kissed and fondled, but nothing else happened.

It was our last day of school, before Christmas break that IT happened. School let out at noon and Missy's mom picked her up at school so they could do some last minute shopping. Adam Just wandered off by himself, so it was just Mike and I walking home together.

"Is your mom home?" Mike asked.

"No, she told me she was going shopping. How about yours?"

"No. I got an e-mail from her last night that said she'd be home late on Christmas Eve."

"Mike, I'm so sorry she isn't home for you more," I said, squeezing his hand.

"It's not your fault. It's just that our big old house seems so empty at times. I feel like I'm one pea shaking around in a semi trailer."

"Is your house really that big?"

"It has five bedrooms and four baths. All but one bath are on the second floor. Sometimes I sleep in a different room every night just so the place feels lived in."

"I've never been in your house. You'll have to show it to me sometime."

"How about right now?" Mike asked. "You don't have to be home right away and mom won't be home until tomorrow night."

"We could do that," I said with a big smile. "You're right. I'm not in a hurry to get home."

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Mike showed me through the place and it was definitely huge. It was also especially neat and clean. When I asked him about it, Mike said that his mother was very picky and that she would really come down on him if everything wasn't perfect when she got home. Yuck! What a way to live.

We ended up the tour in Mike's bedroom. Mike put his arms around me and kissed me. I felt my toes curl. I wanted him. I wanted him badly. I also wanted to have some fun.

While he was kissing me, I kicked off my shoes. When we broke the kiss, I stepped back and started unbuttoning my shirt. Mike smiled really big and started pulling his shirt over his head. While his eyes were covered, I whirled and ran from the room. 

I ran to his mother's bedroom at the other end of the hall. Mike wasn't more than twenty feet behind me as I ran into her room. He stopped in her doorway and said, "You're trapped now, little girl."

I just smiled at him and ran to the other side of her bed. Mike started moving around the bed, toward me. When he was about five feet away from me, I removed my blouse and threw it at him. When he caught it, I quickly rolled across the bad and ran out the door. I pulled my bra off as I ran and left it laying in the hall, just outside his mother's room.

I glanced over my shoulder as Mike came out of the room. He was holding my blouse and I saw him stop to pick up my bra. I scooted down the stairs and ran into the dining room. I ran to the far side of the table and removed my pants before Mike came into the room. 

He saw me, holding my pants in my right hand and slowly started around the table toward me. I let him get almost to me, then threw him my pants and ran out of the room, wearing only my panties.

I ran back up the stairs and waited at the top. When Mike reached the bottom of the stairs, I pulled my panties off and threw them at him. He caught them with a big smile and raised them to his nose.

I turned and walked quickly into his bedroom. When he came into the room, I was laying on his bed. I was on my back with my legs wide apart. I smiled and crooked my finger at him.

Mike quickly removed the rest of his clothes and joined me on the bed. He lay down beside me and pulled me into a scorching kiss. This was definitely the most sexy, erotic kiss we had ever shared. For one thing, it was the first time we had both been naked when we kissed.

I think Mike's bones must have turned to jelly, because when we finished the kiss, he flopped over on his back and looked like he'd never be able to move again. I turned toward him and started kissing his face. I kissed and licked his neck then moved over and kissed each of his nipples.

Mike knew I was going to give him a blowjob by this time and he was more than ready for it. I'll have to give him credit though. He lasted a lot longer than I thought he would. We held each other for a long time afterwards. 

Finally, Mike started following the same path I had followed on him. He did linger a lot longer on my nipples than I had on his. God that turns me on!

When he finally got to my pussy, I was flooding the bed. He kissed and licked for quite some time. I was about to go out of my mind. He took me through an awesome orgasm and after letting me recover for a few minutes, started working me up again.

I had been thinking about really having sex with Mike ever since I'd met him. I was a little afraid, but I knew I wanted him to be my first and possibly my last. I was starting to feel very good again, so I reached down and lifted his head from my pussy.

I looked Mike in the eyes and said, "Make love to me, Mike."

"I am making love to you," he said.

I pulled on his ears, pulling his head toward mine. "Then fuck me, Mike. Put your cock in my pussy."

"Are you sure about this, Laura?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm a virgin, Mike, and I'm scared, but I'm sure."

"I don't have any condoms."

"Mom put me on the pill three months ago. It's safe. I've been wanting this since the first time you ate me out."

"I want you, too," Mike said, then kissed me gently. "I've read it is easier on the girl if she goes on top the first time. Would you like to try it that way?"

"Yeah, that probably would be best."

We shuffled around until Mike was on his back and I was straddling his waist. I started moving my pussy along the under side of his cock. His cock was soon nearly as wet as my pussy. I raised myself enough where I could move the head of his cock back and forth between my lower lips. I placed the head at my opening and applied a little downward pressure. 

I could feel the head start to penetrate me, but it came up almost immediately against my hymen. I knew it was going to hurt, but I pulled back just a little and started applying downward pressure again. This time I could feel it stretch and there was just a touch of pain.

I pulled back again and this time, just let myself drop. There was a tiny pain, sort of like getting a shot. When I looked down at where we were joined, I could see that another couple of inches were inside me. Mike had an expression on his face that was somewhere between extacy and awe. I smiled at him and said, "The worst part's over, Mike. I broke through my cherry."

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, it only hurt a little, but I'm not used to having something that big inside me. I need to go slow."

"That's okay, Honey. We don't have to do anything more if you don't want to."

"Oh, Mike. I love you! Yes, I want to go on. I just need to take it slow because your cock is stretching me out."

I started gently raising and lowering myself, getting just a little more in me each time. Soon, I could feel our pubic hair mesh and my clit came to rest against his pubic bone. I sat for a minute, just enjoying the feeling. I could tell by the look on his face that Mike was enjoying it too.

I started moving, slowly, in little short strokes. Mike laid still at first, but as my strokes became longer, he started raising to meet me as I came down. Before long we were in a rhythm and working together as if we'd been doing this all of our lives.

It didn't take long until I felt myself building toward an orgasm. I could tell by the look in Mike's eyes that although he'd already had a blowjob he wouldn't last long either. I don't know what I expected exactly. I guess I figured a climax from intercourse would be similar to one from having my pussy eaten. I guess it was, in a way, but it was so much better. I felt like the world exploded. I felt like my whole body, but especially my pussy was the center of the universe. Nothing else mattered, but what I was feeling.

I lost all coordination and was flopping around like a fish out of water. Then I felt Mike explode inside me. Oh my God! I could feel every spurt and every one was glorious. It was like this was something that was meant to be. Something that had to happen, but like a hurricane at sea, was both surprising and frightening in it's intensity.

I collapsed on top of Mike and he held me, murmuring "I love you's". He stroked my back and my sides until I finally started to have coherent thoughts. 

How did I feel about this, now that I'd done it? There was no regret. I'd thought there would be, because there could never be another first time. My virginity was gone forever. I'd thought that I'd suddenly feel grown up, but I didn't. I did know now what making love was all about and why people were so obsessed with it. I also knew from listening to older girls talk that sex wasn't always good. 

I know that Mike loves me. He showed me that by his concern over hurting me, then by holding me and carressing me. I could look at him and see the love in his eyes. I expect I'll see that same love in his eyes fifty years from now.

We finally started talking and I assured Mike he hadn't hurt me. I told him what a good lover he is and let him know I didn't want this to be a one time thing. He told me how much he loves me and we shared a very loving, tender kiss before we shared a shower.

We walked home holding hands and were sitting in the living room, watching a Christmas story on TV when mom came home. She hid away some packages then came in and talked with us for a while. When she got up to go into the kitchen to start dinner, she asked me to come in with her for a minute.

I sat down at the breakfast nook while mom started chopping vegetables for a stir fry. "So, daughter of mine," Mom said. "Are you okay? Was it good?"

"What are you talking about, Mom?" I asked with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"You know very well what I'm talking about, young lady. Look, I'm not upset about it, but I know you and Mike had sex today. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm okay, Mom," I said, now more shocked than scared. 

Mom smiled. "This was something you both wanted?"

"Yes, Mom. We both wanted it. Mike wouldn't have done anything if I hadn't instigated it. He let me know I could back out at any time. I love him, Mom, and he loves me."

"I know you do, and I know he does. I knew from the first time you brought him here that he'd be the one. He's a fine young man, Laura. I just wanted to be sure you're okay."

"Oh, I'm okay. I'm very okay. In fact I'm euphoric. I've never, ever, had anything feel that good in my entire life. I didn't even know anything could feel that good."

Mom was smiling, big time. "I know it's exciting, and I know how fired up you are, but there are a few things I want you to promise me. First off, this is between you and Mike and it should be kept that way. Don't tell your friends about it. If you do, it will eventually get around to everyone and that's not fair to either you or Mike. Second, don't change the way you behave around other people. Holding hands is okay. An occasional hug or light kiss is okay. No tonsil cleaners while other people are around though. Third, don't tell your father. All fathers think their daughters should be virgins for their entire life. Even when they are presented with a grandchild, they think they were conceived by immaculate conception."

"Okay, Mom. I don't want people to think I'm a slut and I don't want them to think badly of Mike either. As for Dad, he'd probably ground me until I was thirty and he'd skin Mike alive. I promise I'll follow what you said."

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All that happened several years ago. Dad eventually found out that Mike and I were having sex. He took it a lot better than Mom or I thought he would. Mike and I are now sophomores in college. We decided to go to the same school.

Our freshman year was spent in the dorms. This year we were allowed to move off campus. We rented a two bedroom apartment in a fairly nice house. Our roommates, believe it or not are Missy and Adam. 

Oh, yes. We still play truth or dare.

The End
