Kyle's Story: Book 1

Copyright 2017 J Trevor

This is a work of fiction. Although it is written in the form of an autobiography, it is not one. Names, characters, incidents, certain locations and businesses are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Introduction

I began writing in 2016 and this is my first book. What started as fun short story of Kyle losing his virginity turned into a novel-sized work. To this day I'm still writing these characters and currently working on the fourth book.

Kyle’s Story is not my life story, but I do draw from many personal feelings and experiences to weave them in. Kyle is loosely based on myself at that age and, like Kyle, I notice the small, slice-of-life moments that form such rich ingredients for storytelling.

My work is story-based with developing and growing characters. Sex scenes are detailed and balanced by surrounding plot. Please understand, not every chapter has a sex scene, they occur when the story warrants. If you’re looking for a fun, erotic, coming-of-age story with relatable characters, then Kyle’s Story may be for you.

Prologue - Clear My Head

Pushing myself harder and riding faster I love feeling the wind blow through my hair. The hum of the pavement under my two wheels has always been soothing to me. I look down at the road rushing below, but I need to stop focusing down there and face forward; I really don’t need to plow into the rear-end of a parked car.

I'm not taking the most direct route to my destination, more like aimless meandering, but that’s okay. Riding my bike feels good and it’s always helped me to clear my head. The road I’m on, Revere Street, is straight and long with a slight downhill slope that’s great for getting my speed up. I find a steady rhythm pumping my legs and taking in long deep breaths. The air rushing past is evaporating sweat and keeping me cool.

This feels healthy for my body and my soul, just what I need. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately and it’s a time of great changes in my life--

The sudden blaring of a vehicle horn abruptly brings me back to reality, I was about to dart into a busy street on a red light. "What are you tryin’ to do, ya idiot? Get yourself killed?" a fat guy in a beat-up pickup truck hollers out the window at me. As he passes, I offer an embarrassed nod along with a wave of apology. Maybe I shouldn’t be thinking quite so deeply and trying to ride at the same time.

I’ve got time, plenty of time actually. Leaning into a wide arc of a right turn I steer my bike towards Andover Park in the center of town. Taking a lap around the park I spy a shaded bench under a big tree - that looks good.

Stopping to grab the water bottle off the frame of my bike I take a long pull of the icy coldness, it sure feels good going down on this hot early June morning. Having a seat on the bench in the shade I stare out across the park. I’m not staring at anything in particular because what I’m seeing is taking place in my mind; like I said, I need to clear my head.

Clear your head. We all say it but what does that really mean? Do we take useless memories and sweep them away? That would be one way of clearing. Maybe clearing our heads is taking the time to sort out our memories so they make sense? Or maybe clearing our heads is a reassessing of our past to evaluate our successes and failures with the hope of learning?

Today I need a little me-time to sort this out, but where do I start? It’s been quite a year - well, one year and three weeks to be exact. Let’s go back and start there.

Chapter 1 - Help Wanted

It’s early May and I'm in the last quarter of the 11th Grade, my Junior Year of high school. I attend one of two high schools in the Spring Haven School District aptly named after my hometown of Spring Haven. Spring Haven is a medium-sized Michigan town, not too big and not too small and a good place to grow up ... I think so at least. Like any town, it’s not perfect, but it’s home and the only place I’ve lived for all of my 17 years.

My school is Maplewood High, home of the Mighty Mustangs. I, myself, am not among the esteemed Mustangs; I was never much for participating in school sports. Like many people my age, I prefer to find my competition in front of the TV with a game controller in hand.

For as much as I love sitting on my ass and wasting time playing video games, I do make myself get some physical activity. I don’t strive to be a super-muscular built-up guy, but I try to keep in shape. Lately I’ve noticed several of my classmates putting on weight from inactivity and eating too much junk food. I’m trying my best to avoid these pitfalls from happening to me.

My younger brother, Luke, just turned sixteen last month. We get along pretty much as you would expect from brothers, everything is a big rivalry between us. Luke is far more of a sneaky trouble-maker than I ever was, but it seems I'm always the one in hot water with Mom and Dad when we argue. I am the older brother after all, the one who's supposed to set a good example. He loves to use this to his advantage - and often does. Those rare times we're not at each other’s throats we get along fairly well and have fun shooting hoops in the driveway, playing our favorite first-person-shooter games, or going for a good run together.

Marc Dietrich and Jeff Gardener are my closest (and best) friends that I hang out with most often. Even though we all have our driver’s licenses none of us own a car yet and still ride our bikes to get around.

Our favorite destination is the Pizza Depot, a totally cool pizza restaurant/arcade loved by the local teenagers. We all have X-Boxes, PlayStations, and PCs at home to play modern video games, but we also enjoy the vintage arcade-style games at the Pizza D. Pizza D or the Depot are our nicknames for the place. They have all the classics: Pac-Man, Asteroids, Donkey Kong, Space Invaders, Guitar Hero, and even some ancient pinball machines. It’s good for us to get out of the house and when you look at it this way, by riding our bikes I satisfy two of my teenage needs, video games, and physical activity - win-win for me.

I need to mention of another strong teenage need I have that I’ve not had too much luck in satisfying - girls - specifically, getting a girlfriend. According to my grandmother, this should be easy for me by the way she's always saying, “Oh, Kyle, with those dazzling green eyes, you’ll have all the pretty girls lining up for you!” Let’s just say I’m still waiting for that to happen.

Overall I can’t complain, I guess I’m a pretty good-looking guy. Believe it or not, I've noticed girls checking me out on occasions - very rare occasions, but still, occasions. Being shy and reserved is a big part of the problem. I’ll be honest and admit that all too often I'm too afraid to take the risk of asking a girl out. I'm fully aware of the adage, nothing ventured, nothing gained; while those encouraging words can be sound advice it’s the simple fear of rejection that holds me back.

I had a bad experience in my Sophomore Year (the 10th Grade). I got all hung up on Karla Whittington who sat next to me in English Class. She was a very friendly girl extremely cute and seemed happy to see me each day, over time we became friends. For a guy like me not having a lot of self-confidence around the opposite sex, I made a big deal out of such a pretty girl like Karla showing me attention.

It didn’t take long before I began to develop warm and fuzzy feelings beyond our casual classroom friendship. I would fantasize about us hanging out and doing fun things together. When I finally worked my courage up I asked Karla if she would like to go on a date with me. She was cordial but the answer was, “No.” Talk about English Class being awkward after that - for both of us. I felt that by asking her out I mucked up our easy friendship and I was crushed.

I have a real tendency to overthink things and I let it bother me for long time. To be honest it broke my heart. I know this sounds silly just because one girl turned me down, but it really took a lot of courage for me to ask her out to begin with. Looking back, I invested too much hopeful dreaming into the whole thing thus making the letdown that much harder.

That shyness and reserve I spoke of also means I’m not very outgoing, especially with people I don’t know very well. It’s easy to shelter oneself with the closest of friends and hide inwardly to avoid hurt, but socially it’s also not getting me anywhere. Simple advice to myself, I really need to get out of my shell and learn to be more carefree. Sure, easy enough to mentally say, but not so easy to do.

I really am a creature of routine. I love routine, not so many unpleasant surprises, but also not very many pleasant ones either. The answer I’m seeking is to find something that will get me out of my comfort zone. It’s not that I’m looking to ditch my current friends, but maybe it would be nice to meet some new people to interact with as well; it’s definitely something to think about anyway.

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This afternoon Marc, Jeff, and I are at the Pizza Depot. While I'm dropping some quarters into the Street Fighter game for a match against Marc I notice they put up a Help Wanted sign. Hmmm … could applying for a job be what I need? This might be a cool place to work, and it is about time I start earning money to buy a car.

After the game, I walk over to the counter that separates the dining/arcade area from the kitchen workspaces and ask for an application. A big dude named Eric with flour dust all over his apron hands me one. “Return this to Benny when you're done,” he tells me.

I sit down and quickly fill it out from top to bottom. Once I’m done I see a guy whose name tag states he’s Shift Manager Benny and give him the paper, he quickly reads it. “Okay, this looks good. We’ll give you a call if we would like you to come back for an interview.”

Back at the table, our pizza arrives. “Dude, did you just apply for that job here?” Marc asks.

“Yeah, I really need to start saving up to buy a car.”

“Don’t we all,” he concurs.

“This would be a great place for a job, Kyle,” Jeff says with excitement. “That way you could still work and hang out with us.”

“How am I going to hang out if I’m working?”

“Well, maybe you could get us free pizza and game credits?” he grins.

“I don’t think it works like that, Jeff.”

I’m not really expecting much to happen but it’s an easy enough first step towards a new and outgoing Kyle.

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Am I ever surprised to receive a call the very next day! They would like me to come in for a job interview this afternoon if I’m available. Immediately hopping on my bike, I ride over to the Pizza Depot.

Shaking hands with Mr. Bill Moore, he explains that he’s part-owner and manager. He's a rather large and imposing man and at 6’-4”, or so, some might say intimidating. In his mid to late 50s, it’s easy to see that all these years of hard work have left him with thinning light brown hair beginning to gray. Beyond that, Mr. Moore has a kind face and a gentle nature about him. He motions for me to join him sitting down in a booth.

Looking over my job application he quietly reads aloud, “Okay, let’s see what we have here: Kyle Stevenson, you live over on Arlington Drive - good, that’s nice and close. You’re seventeen years old, have no prior employment experience, and attend Maplewood High School. Reasons for wanting to work here: This would be a fun place to work, and you would like to start saving money for college and buying a car. Is all of this correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Please,” he chuckles warmly, “no need to be so formal with all the sir business, you can me Bill.”

“Okay, Bill.” It seems a little awkward calling an adult elder (and my possible future employer) by his first name, but if that’s what the man wants, so be it.

“Well, Kyle, the position we’re offering is not a glamorous one. You would be bussing tables, washing dishes, wiping down the arcade games, sweeping the floor, and generally keeping things clean around here. We’ll also need you to occasionally help with making pizzas at extra-busy times. I can only offer minimum wage to start, but we can see how it goes from there.”

“Sounds good to me, sir- I mean Bill.”

“We do have a few expectations here at Pizza Depot that I will go over with you. You’ll need to be on time for all your shifts. If you should call in sick we ask that you give as much notice as possible so we can call in a replacement. We’ll provide you with red Pizza Depot logo shirts, a hat, and an apron like you see our employees wearing. You may wear blue jeans and tennis shoes if you wish, but they must be clean and have no holes in them. We may not be able to offer you very many hours at first but as we get busier in the summertime that will change.”

I nod in agreement and Bill continues, “I understand how popular this establishment is with young people. If you should work here I’ll need you to understand that you’re not to be distracted when your peers are visiting as customers when you’re on duty. When you’re off-duty you’re welcome to enjoy this place with your friends for as long as you wish. I’m sure you understand the importance of this.”

“Yes, I do. I won’t let you down.”

“Well okay, Kyle, consider yourself hired. How easy was that for your first job interview?”

“Very easy!”

Bill and I once again shake hands, this time as employer and employee. “Welcome aboard!” He smiles. “I think you’ll enjoy being a part of our team.”

“I’m sure I will too. When can I start?”

“Come back next Tuesday at 4:00 and report to my daughter Renee. She’s returning from college for the summer and will be working as a shift manager. She’ll train you on all of your duties and get you all set up with the shirts, hats, and a work schedule.”

“Thank you, Bill!”

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On Tuesday I arrived at the Pizza Depot fifteen minutes before 4:00; my mother said to always show up early and make a good first impression. I tell a passing waitress that I’m here to see Renee Moore. She answers, “I think she’s in the back,” and motions towards the kitchen area.

As I’m walking towards the opening that leads to the working spaces, I see a super cute blonde who looks to be about twenty or twenty-one with a perky pixie-style haircut approaching to greet me.

“Hi,” she holds out her delicate hand for a gentle shake, “I’m Renee. And you must be Kyle?” Adding to my first impressions are: for having such a big, tall father, his daughter is rather short and petite, maybe 5’-2” at most. And did I already say super cute? Yeah, I did, but totally worth mentioning again!

“Yes, that’s me,” I answer.

“Dad told me you were coming in today. Welcome to the Pizza Depot crew! Come on in the back with me.”

She leads me through the noisy kitchen area to a small back office. “Okay, first we need to get you set up with some shirts.” She looks me up and down. “How tall are you? Let me guess … about 5’-10”, 5’-11”?”

“I’m 5’-10”.”

“Ha, I knew it!” Renee digs through a big box of red Pizza Depot shirts and pulls a couple out. “Okay, how about an Adult Male Medium? Try this on. You're pretty slender so if it’s too big we can try a smaller size.”

I try the shirt on over my t-shirt, it’s a little loose but fits fine. She digs out a few more of the same size along with a red baseball-style hat and an apron.

Mr. Moore’s daughter spends the afternoon going over all the duties that will be expected of me. Bill was right, it’s not a glamorous position washing dishes and cleaning up, but I think it will be cool working here and maybe I can move up to better duties over time. Renee and everyone I met on my first shift all seem like fun people to work with.

At first, I only work on Tuesday and Friday afternoons. Bill did say it wouldn’t be very many hours in the beginning, but they should pick up the closer we get to summertime. He’s right, by the time the school year ends in early June I’m working four afternoons a week and occasionally a day shift on the weekend.

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I enjoy my job at Pizza Depot, not so much for the tasks I am assigned, cleaning dishes and mopping bathrooms isn’t fun for anyone - it’s because of my co-workers, we get along well and that makes it fun. Bill is great to work for and I think he’s taken a liking to me for being such a responsible young man always arriving on time and getting my job done. He gave me a 50-cent per hour raise after my first four weeks working here.

I can already tell that spending time here with these new people has been good for me, I’m loosening up and it’s bringing me out of my shell. Eric is especially funny and likes to joke around a lot. He's a cook and a big oaf of a guy who loves to party. The others say he loves it too much and tends to come in late with a hangover quite often.

Shift manager Benny is cool and laid-back most of the time, although he does tend to get a little tense and wound-up when it’s extra busy. I understand he’s a bit of a PC gamer and builds his computers; he’s fun to talk to about popular games and techy stuff.

I especially like Renee and we get along really well. She has such a fun playful and outgoing personality - not to mention how damn cute she is! Yeah, yeah, I know, I already mentioned that. For me coming out of my shell, I could do well to learn from her. After my first week, she nicknamed me Sport; I’m not sure why since most sports activities and I rarely cross paths, but I’m fine with it. It seems that most shifts I work Renee is also working, I like that.

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On a Friday afternoon in June Tiffany Hammond comes in hanging on her football-player boyfriend Blake Ramsey along with his friends Justin and Dirk. Tiffany and I grew up in the same neighborhood and have known each other for many years. I consider her a good friend although we’ve drifted apart these last few years. We share the same birthday of September 12th and used to be close enough to talk about almost anything; I miss those days, but people change over time.

When we were kids Tiffany was a bit of an awkward girl. At the beginning of high school all that changed and she really blossomed into a very attractive young woman. It’s almost hypnotic how her long brown, slightly wavy, hair moves when she tilts or turns her head. Beautiful mane aside, who wouldn’t be captivated by her gorgeous blue eyes and pretty face - pretty in that cute girl-next-door way?

In elementary and middle school, I always thought of her as just a friend, but these last few years I’ve become quite attracted to her. I really would like to explore a relationship beyond a platonic friendship. Unfortunately for me, when it comes to guys she only seems attracted to the athletic type, the alpha-males; consequently, that never puts me on her radar as anything more than a trusted guy-friend. She’ll occasionally consult with me when she needs a guy’s perspective and some sort of advice for dealing with whichever jock she’s currently dating. All too often it's impossible for me to give her any useful insight, I just can’t get into their self-centered ego-driven mindset. Guys like that and guys like me are polar opposites on the guy spectrum.

Tiffany, Blake, Justin, and Dirk join a group of Maplewood jocks and other assorted popular kids who came in earlier. Right about now you might be thinking, if this Tiffany is so important to you, why not try to fit in with her friends to get closer to her? I can answer by saying, that’s never gonna happen. That’s a group I have zero interest in associating with, they’re all so fake and totally full of themselves.

I must have been staring in Tiffany’s direction for a while, long enough for Renee to take notice. She nods over at the group, “Who’s she?”

“Tiffany Hammond.”

“She your girlfriend?”

“Nah, just a friend. We’ve known each other for years.”

“Do you want her to be your girlfriend?”

Am I that obvious? I think to myself. With a sigh, I tell Renee, “She’s only into jocks … not guys like me.”

“Her loss,” she shrugs. “You’ll find the right girl, Sport.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” I quietly mutter.

She tugs on my shirt, “Come on in the back, we need help with pizza and we’re getting behind.”

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As June progresses the weather becomes warmer and warmer, a sure sign summer is setting in to stay. I learn just how hot it can get in the kitchen with the pizza ovens roaring at 500 degrees. It seems no matter how cold we have the air conditioning set it’s still sweltering back there. Renee assured me that I will get used to it over time, that remains to be seen.

One particularly blistering day Benny blurts out, “I swear it’s a thousand degrees back here!”

“There’s no way it’s a thousand degrees,” Eric shakes his head, “Or we’d all be dead.”

Benny fires back with, “The air is already five-hundred degrees and with the extra five hundred coming out of the ovens - there you go!” A ridiculous exaggeration for sure, but I agree with Benny, it sure felt like the full one-thousand degrees.

On another day that’s rather slow before the dinner rush, Renee has me help her rearrange the stockroom. Taking all the items off the shelves we give them a good dusting and wipe down. This is also a good time to go through everything and throw out old junk that isn’t used anymore. The room is small as it is, but with all the boxes and containers off the shelves and piled around us, it makes for especially tight working quarters.

Renee tries to scoot past me with her hands' full juggling a couple of large plastic containers. With my own arms full I back up to allow her room and bump into a large cardboard box. This causes me to lose my balance and fall backward with my ass landing squarely on the box. In a failed attempt to reach out and catch me, Renee also loses her balance and ends up coming down on top of me sitting in my lap.

“Ah shit!” she exclaims as the containers she was carrying topple and completely dump their contents of paper cups and lids all over the floor. Making the best of the situation she turns to me and laughs. “Well, hello there! Fancy meeting you this way,” she jokes about our now very close proximity.

“Uh … Hi.” I grin back.

“Ugh! Look at this mess,” she sighs. “We really need to figure out a better system for how we restock these shelves.”

“Yeah,” I nod in agreement. The funny thing is she stays right where she is, comfortably seated in my lap. I feel a little awkward having Renee so close … and sitting on me! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bothered by this, not bothered in the least; it’s impossible not to be attracted to her.

I can feel every one of her slightest little movements directly through my pants and exactly on my … my special parts. My horny teenage mind starts thinking about just how close my special parts are to her special parts, only a few layers of simple cloth. I know better than to entertain thoughts like this! Not only is it highly inappropriate, but it’s also just plain wrong, she’s my supervisor! Uh-oh, I can feel something stir down there, I’m starting to get … aroused. I’d better force my mind onto something else and quickly! Math! Yes, I’ll think about math, or English class - oh crap, this isn’t working!

Renee turns and smiles at me; god, I hope she isn’t noticing the (growing) situation I have going on or she’ll think I’m some kind of perv. With a little hip jiggle and a deep breath, she says “Okay, Sport, let’s get this shit done.” She has no idea how much that innocent little hip jiggle was appreciated by my male anatomy.

As she starts to stand up, the box I'm on suddenly picks that time to collapse. Like a skit in some old-time comedy act, I again fall and once again cause Renee to lose her balance and crash down alongside me. As she lands, her hand inadvertently falls directly on the zipper of my jeans.

As if things weren’t already stirred up enough down there the movements of her fingers on my small hump while she struggles to sit up cause a massive bevy of tingles on my sensitive bits. Noticing exactly where her hand is she quickly pulls it back and grins. “Oops, I’m sorry!” she giggles. “Didn’t mean to … uh … grope you. Especially there! Hahaha!”

I feel my face get instantly warm. “It’s okay,” I tell her.

Renee maintains her grin at me, no doubt to try to smooth over this awkward, and mildly semi-sexual situation we’ve inadvertently found ourselves in. Hearing the commotion in the stockroom, Benny comes around the corner and sees us on the floor in the middle of this huge mess of supplies and crushed boxes. “What the hell is going on back here?”

Renee just laughs and reaches up to him. “Pull me up, will ya?”

Sometimes it’s just the littlest things that can make a guy’s day, like noticing a girl do a double-take checking you out, or maybe a female friend playfully smacking your ass. How about a cute girl’s hand accidentally landing smack-dab on your private area? That one made my whole week! Okay, okay, I know, it was just an innocent slip-up, but hey, it makes me smile. Before Benny arrived in the stockroom, I swear she gave me a quick little squeeze - yeah, yeah, probably not, but it’s fun to think about anyway.

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For the next couple of weeks everything is great at my job. Renee continues to schedule me whenever she’s working, I’m fine with that, I like working shifts with her.

In mid-July, she pulls me aside and asks if I would be interested in making some extra money on the side for my car and college fund. She explains, “My Dad is not only part owner of Pizza Depot, but he also owns the Fairlawn Apartments on MacArthur Avenue. Do you know where I’m talking about?”

“Yeah, I think I know where it is.”

“When a tenant’s lease is up and they move out we repaint the whole apartment before leasing to a new tenant. This repainting is something I help my dad with. Currently, I have five units to paint and only four weeks to get it all done. Would you be interested in helping me? We can pay you hourly what you make here, plus an extra dollar an hour on top. I’ve already asked my dad and he’s fine with it.”

“Wow, yeah! That sounds great but … I’ve never painted any rooms before.”

“There’s nothing to it,” Renee assures. “I can have you painting like a pro in an hour or two.”

“Okay, count me in.”

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A few days later I ride my bike to the Fairlawn Apartments and find building #4, and apartment #6 that Renee and I are to be painting. She told me to wear clothes that I don’t care if I get paint on and to be sure to wear shorts because it gets really hot in the units with the air conditioning vents covered up with masking.

It doesn’t take long for me to get the hang of using the paint roller. Renee works with the brush painting around all the edges and corners while I follow up.

Wall by wall everything is getting a fresh coat of white paint. I can see it will take us most of the day to complete this apartment. Two bedrooms plus closets, a small dining area, a nice-sized living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen all need to be repainted.

The former tenant left behind an old couch in the living room. Around noon Renee motions we should sit down and take a break. We’re both pouring sweat in this ridiculously hot and humid apartment. The additional moisture of the evaporating paint makes the air extra heavy. Opening the windows would offer no relief because the mid-July summer heat is just as bad outside.

Pouring sweat Renee quietly asks, “Would it be awkward for you if I took off my shirt? I’m burning up and I have a sports bra underneath.”

“Yeah, that’s fine, go for it.”

“Thanks … take your shirt off too, if you want.”

I feel a little awkward doing so. I’ve never been one of those guys who felt comfortable going around shirtless unless I’m swimming. She’s right though it will feel better to take this sweat-soaked thing off. To take my mind off feeling uncomfortable I make casual conversation, “So where do you go to college?”

“Central Michigan University, or CMU as we call it, in Mount Pleasant.”

“What’s it like? Do you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, I love being away at college, lots of great parties and there’s always fun things going on. The homework can really be dumped on heavily by the professors though.”

“More than high school, huh?”

“Oh, hell yeah!” she agrees. “I’m going for a Business Management Degree. I’d like to take over running these apartments and maybe Pizza Depot someday. My dad works so hard and he isn’t getting younger.”

“Sounds like a good plan.” I nod.

“What about you? Are you planning on going to college?”

“Yeah, I definitely want to. I’m just not sure where yet and I’m not even sure what I want to major in.”

“You need to start thinking about that, you only have one more year of high school.”

“I know.”

“Kyle?” Renee asks. “I don’t want to put you on the spot or anything, but can I ask you for some guy advice on something?”

“Sure,” I shrug, “it’s fine. Remember that girl, Tiffany? She’s always asking me for guy perspective advice.”

“Okay … so, there’s this guy at school who was in a couple of my classes last semester and his name is Tom. I kind of like him and I think there’s a chance he’s noticed me too but I’m not sure. He’s really shy and I’m more of an outgoing party girl if you haven’t noticed.”

“Yeah,” I smirk in agreement. “You’re pretty outgoing.”

“How do you think I could find out more about him? I’m not sure if I should approach him … and if so, how? I don’t want to, like, scare him off or anything.”

“Does he know you like to party and that kind of stuff?”

“I don’t think so.”

I ponder this for a moment and then offer, “Hmmm, well … if he’s on the shy side you would probably be safe in taking the initiative here. Try inviting him to a quiet-type activity. Keep it simple, meet up at a coffee shop or a nice bookstore or something. Quieter activities may put you out of your comfort zone but remember, being around outgoing girls puts a shy guy out of his. Maybe some low-key one-on-one time is what would work best.”

Renee says nothing for a bit, then, “I like it! Damn, Kyle, why didn’t I think of that?”

I make sure to add, “But, don’t hide the fact that you like parties and that sort of thing. He needs to know the real you. Don’t try to be someone you’re not.”

She shakes her head, “That Tiffany girl does not know how good she’s got it with you around.”

“Yeah … that Tiffany,” I sigh.

“Aw, I’m sorry … you really like her, don’t you?”

“It’s just … I just … I just don’t know what she sees in all those stupid jocks she hangs around with. She’s so much better than the likes of them.”

Renee leans in and gently says, “She’ll come around someday … be patient. She’s young and hasn’t figured out what a real man is yet. For now, just keep being her friend, but that doesn’t mean closing yourself off to other options in the meantime.”

“Other options?”

“Absolutely! If some girl comes along that you want to date, go for it! A cute and nice guy like you should have no problems getting girls.”

“Now you’re starting to sound like my grandmother,” I mutter with a half-smirk.

“Well … she is right!” Renee smirks back. “You’re a super nice guy.”

“Sometimes I wonder if that’s my problem … I’m too nice.”

Renee puts her hand on my thigh, “Aw, Sport … Stop thinking like that.”

“Sorry … I don’t mean to turn this into a pity party for myself. It’s just something that’s been bothering me for a while.”

“It’s perfectly okay and, trust me, I get it,” she says standing up. “Stay put and I’ll be right back.” In the kitchen, she gets something from the fridge and returns with two ice-cold bottles of beer. Popping the tops, she hands one to me. “I think we could use these, don’t you?”

“Yeah, that sounds great!” I’ve never really drank beer before other than a sip I snuck from my dad’s beer a few years ago when he wasn’t looking. Back then I thought it tasted awful, but today nothing sounds more appealing.

Something Renee said earlier has my interest. I’m hesitant to ask but go for it anyway. “So … you think I’m … cute?”

“Yeah, you are!” She blurts out, looking at me like, you should know that! “First thing I noticed when you hired on.”

Sitting and enjoying the refreshing icy-cold beer in this stifling apartment Renee’s hand has nonchalantly settled back on my thigh. Gently rubbing the tender skin on the inner side, she’s letting her fingertips slowly roam up and down. I can’t help but notice how they keep traveling a little higher each time, they’re even starting to push up the leg of my shorts a little bit. Her simple actions are sending very strong tingly sensations emanating outward through my lower body. I’ve never had anyone rub this part of my leg before and she’s venturing so close to … so very close to my-

“Listen,” she cuts in. “Mums the word about me giving you that. If my dad were to find out I was giving beer to a minor-”

“Not a peep from me.”

Sensing this could be a touchy subject Renee turns to me and softly asks, “Have you had many girlfriends, Kyle?”

“No … not really ... I’ve never had much luck in that department.”

Reaching up she runs her fingers, her same wonderful fingers that were just caressing my inner thigh, through my sweaty dark brown hair in a combing motion. Brushing it back from my forehead she smiles and tells me, “Well, if I was still in high school I would be happy to be your girlfriend.”

This makes me feel good and I offer a smile.

“You really are a great guy, I mean that. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

The way I am sitting slouched on the couch I can swear Renee has been glancing down at my shorts, especially in the area between my parted legs. And is it just me, or is she getting quite touchy-feely? I can’t help but let my mind wander. Is it possible she’s taking an interest in me more than just a coworker? Nah, I’m probably overthinking things again and reading too much into her kindness - especially after my mini sob story over Tiffany ignoring me and dating asshole jocks. Remember what I said about cute girls showing attention to reserved guys like me.

As I am off in my little mental la-la land Renee stands up and slowly paces the room admiring our progress. I thought I heard her say something about getting a bit done.

“Huh?” I snap back from daydreaming.

“I said, we’ve already got quite a bit done.”

“Oh, yeah … I guess we do.”

“I think we make a good team, you and I,” she muses.

Returning to stand in front of me, Renee silently takes my beer from my hand and sets the bottle on the floor. Lifting one knee she places it on the couch alongside my leg, then she lifts her other knee and places it alongside my other leg straddling my lap. I look up, confused about her entering my personal space this way, but say nothing. Looking deep into my eyes she quietly says, “I know we needed a beer, but I think I know of … something else … we could both use.”

I’m getting a strong feeling that Renee is wanting to--

She presses her crotch down and moves it back and forth over the small bulge on the front of my shorts - the very area she couldn’t avert her eyes from a short minute ago. Rubbing her private area all over my private area, she’s pushing down for full contact. There are those tingles again, this time loud and clear! They’re racing through my body from this unexpected but very welcome attention.

She grins at me, undoes her bra, and tosses it aside. Her beautiful bare breasts inches from my eyes are breathtaking. They’re absolutely gorgeous and perky. In their own way, their perkiness perfectly matches her personality. Taking my hands, she places them on herself. “You can play with these if you want.”

This is the first time a woman has ever offered herself to me like this and they feel wonderful! I love how soft yet slightly firm they are. I touch and caress them feeling her nipples grow harder by the second. At the same time, her hands explore my bare chest lightly twisting and pinching my little nipples. This sends charged sensations down through my body and I learn how the nerves in my nipples are directly connected to pleasure receptors between my legs.

In my ear, Renee whispers, “How about I forget all about Tom and you forget all about Tiffany?”

“Okay,” I whisper back as if in a hypnotic trance.

“Today let’s just be two people who want to enjoy each other, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” I slowly nod.

She slowly stands up never taking her eyes from me. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, she wiggles them all the way down. Please! Please! Please don’t let this be a dream! I take in a fast breath of awe when I see her fluffy pubic patch, it’s blonde and slightly darker than the hair on her head. I love how it’s trimmed to a perfect triangle where her legs meet.

Keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she squats down and slips her fingers into each side of the waistband of my shorts. “Is this okay?” she asks. I’m totally speechless at this point, but I can nod and nod that, Yeah, this is most definitely okay!

I kick off my tennis shoes as she slowly pulls my shorts and underwear down. Lifting my bottom so they clear my cheeks, she pulls them the rest of the way off. It makes me feel good to see Renee smile as she takes her first glimpses at the parts of my body I’ve always kept private. She playfully ruffles her fingertips in my dark fluffy patch of pubes, “I really like these, Sport, so glad you don’t shave them.”

Being completely naked and showing off everything I’ve got for the first time with a girl, with anyone, for that matter, naturally has me feeling very nervous. I was certainly not expecting the day to go in this direction!

Renee places her knees back alongside my thighs to return to her position of straddling over me. In doing this, her labia slightly open as her legs part, my eyes can’t help but fix on her pink inner folds. I’m so excited! Renee is showing her pussy to me! She’s parting her legs at my rapidly growing cock!

This time there are no layers of cloth between us as she sandwiches me underneath. Slowly she moves her hips in a backward and forward grinding motion. Renee’s pussy is the first real one I’ve ever seen, and here’s my rigid cock perfectly nestled between her wettening lips as she slides them over it. Talk about tingling sensations? Now we’re talking through the roof and well on their way to the stratosphere.

I notice a small pea-sized nub that I am guessing is her clit. She’s rubbing it coincidently right on my extra-special spot, the sensitive bottom side just below my tip. This feels ab-so-fuckin-lutely amazing! Rubbing ourselves together, she asks, “Do you like this?”

I’m sure my wide-eyed wonderment speaks volumes. “Uh-huh!” I nod.

Squeezing my upper arms, she tells me, “You’re so tense! It’s okay to relax and enjoy this.”

“I-I know.”

“Maybe this will help,” she says leaning forward and putting her hands behind my head. Opening her mouth over mine she maneuvers her tongue in. Having another person moving about inside the space of my mouth for the first time feels very strange to me, but it doesn’t take long for me to enjoy the sexiness of kissing this way.

“There, is that better?” She tilts her head and smiles.

“Yeah!”

Renee scoots back a little bit so she’s sitting on my knees. Looking down, she smiles at my hard-on standing straight-up (and at full attention) between us. “Alrighty then, let’s have a look-see at what you have going on here.”

Starting by wrapping her hand around, gently stroking and rubbing, she checks out all the features of my penis. On the tip, she’s feeling the shape of my head (or glans, as it’s known), touching my little pee-hole, sliding her thumb over my sensitive spot, and twirling her fingers around the indented rim. As this is happening, her other hand wiggles down to fiddle her fingers on my ball bag - it tickles and causes me to squirm.

“Uh oh, someone’s ticklish here,” she giggles and purposely gives my nuts another jiggle.

“Yeah, I am,” I admit.

I’ve never felt another person’s hands roam freely in my crotch before. It’s so different from when I play with myself because what, and where, her fingers touch next is so unexpected - it’s wonderful! Having never been so closely examined like this before, I like how Renee is inspecting everything - in such great detail. I hope she finds me adequate.

Sure, I’ve measured myself like probably every guy on the planet has at one time or another; how we measure up is one of those things we’re naturally curious about. Fully hard I’m 6½ to 7 inches depending on the intensity of my erection. Internet research regarding average penis size let me know that I fall into what is considered perfectly normal.

With my cock in her hand she nods approvingly. “Wow, Sport, you have a really nice one!”

“I do?” I nervously ask.

“Hell, yeah, you do! It’s nicely proportioned and looks great. I think it’s perfect!”

“Well, th-that’s good to know,” I stutter. “I’m happy you like it … because I-” God, I must sound like a complete idiot stumbling over my words. And after receiving such high compliments on my penis!

Renee puts her finger to my lips, “Relax,” she whispers. I take a deep breath and find calm. As I said, I’ve never had another person take such a physical interest in me or my private parts before.

Slowly sliding her hand up and down a few times she seems to be studying the space between her fingertips and thumb. With some gentle squeezes she tells me, “And, you have a nice girth too.” That’s also good to know. While most guys brag (and/or lie) about how long it is, I just learned girls also evaluate thickness.

Renee’s next seven simple words of - “Can I feel you inside me now?” - let me know this day will forever be etched into my memory.

“I … I didn’t bring any condoms or anything. I didn’t know we’d be-”

“It’s okay,” she smiles, “I’m on the pill.”

I’m on the pill. Talk about the four most-perfect words to follow the big seven she just said!

Renee scoots up and positions herself directly over me. Again, I pray that I’m not dreaming this. Oh my god! My mind is racing, this is really happening! She wants me inside her pussy! This is my day! The day that I lose my virginity!

Reaching underneath, Renee uses her hand to line me up. We make contact with my tip touching at her opening, I’m now poised and ready for entry - my heart is just pounding! With a little wiggle, I see the head of my penis slip in and disappear inside her. Slowly she descends down my shaft easing me all the way in. I swear, along with watching myself spread and push inside her pink lips, I’m seeing fireworks exploding in my head. Every one of the thousands of sensitive nerves in my penis are blasting fantastical information straight to my brain of how warm, wet, and silky-smooth she is. For a guy, I don’t know if there’s a better life-moment than feeling your cock slide up inside a girl for the very first time.

Purely stated, the inside of her pussy feels beyond magnificent!

She sits like this for a few moments moving her hips around. “Oh, Sport … you feel so good!” Here I am mentally noting how great she feels and I feel just as good to her! Wow! I don’t think I can make a boner any harder than I am right now. She smiles and I can feel her contracting her muscles tightly around me; I answer by flexing my own and twitching inside her.

Bouncing up and down a bit she tells me, “When I do this, I can feel you hit all the way to the back of me.”

“You do?” I ask.

“Yes, you totally fill me up, it feels awesome.”

Renee puts my hands on her hips as she slowly starts moving up and then down, sliding up and then back down, sliding up and back down. Oh … My … God! Does this ever feel fantastic! The inside of her pussy is well lubricated and it feels like the softest silk hugging every part of me.

I let out a low deep moan of, “Ooohhhh.” This is everything and so much more than I was ever expecting sex would be like. My thoughts shout I’m having sex! I’m actually having sex!

We soon find our rhythm; I move my hips driving in sync to work with her movements. She increases the speed and then slows it down, faster and then slower. The pacing we find is not a constant, but a variation of working in tandem for maximum sensational pleasure. Renee squints her eyes and slowly lolls her head around thoroughly enjoying how I penetrate with each thrust.

“Oh god, Kyle …” she moans, “… this feels so good.”

For never doing this before it all seems to come quite naturally. I think, as humans, we tap into a deep primal instinct of making this work without much conscious thought.

Leaning forward to rub her clit in my pubic hair, she’s also pressing down on my pubic bone below. Moaning, “Mmm, mmmm,” from the gratification she’s receiving, I like her different maneuvers as she rides. Her forward and backward motion in this position creates a new in and out sliding sensation with a more pronounced rubbing on the bottom side of my shaft - it feels great. One simple way to describe this is my cock is in pussy heaven!

She sits up, straightens her back, and continues the up and the down motions while I keep in sync.

“Renee?”

“Yeah?”

“This is actually my first time.”

This takes a moment to sink in. Upon realization of what I just said her eyes grow big, “Really? And, you haven’t cum yet!”

“No, but I think I’m gonna really soon.” I don’t think I’ve shot my load yet because deep down I’m still a little nervous.

My revelation has a direct effect of turning her on even more than before if that’s possible. Maybe it’s because my first sex is with her right here and right now? She ramps it up and goes absolutely insane on me, all in a good way. Vigorously grinding and squeezing my hips tightly between her thighs, she’s working her pussy up and down my pole like crazy. And I thought we were sweaty before!

“Oh-my-god, oh-my-god,” she’s huffing, puffing, lifting, and hammering herself down. Loudly vocalizing every thought of, “You-feel-so-good!” and, “I-love-your-cock! Iloveyourcock!”

Seeing how much she’s enjoying fucking me is all it takes for any remaining nervousness to completely fade away. Who would have ever thought I would find myself naked on a couch with my super-cute supervisor/boss’s daughter straddling my lap bouncing and slamming on my hard-on? I know I sure didn’t! This is truly awesome!

If only this moment could be somehow captured forever, but I know that’s not how it works - how about for a few hours at least? The fact is my moment is coming and coming fast. I try my best to hold off exploding in a feeble attempt to keep this magic lasting even just a little bit longer. But Renee letting it all loose and thrusting and gyrating like a wild woman is feeling so damn wonderful, it’s pushing the limits beyond what I can stand.

“Ohhh-I’m gonna cum!” I yelp.

“Do it!” she huffs.

Her breathing is fast as she continues this wonderful and wild dance. Amid her panting, she commands, “Cum in my pussy, Kyle! Cum RIGHT NOW!”

That’s it! There’s no stopping the surge from deep inside that's rapidly propelling to exit. “Auhhtt!” I grunt out loud and thrust my hips upward driving my entire length all the way in as I fire it!

The first blast is immediately followed by another ejaculatory explosion, followed by another, then another, and another “Aaahhhhh …” I hum as my every care in the whole world funnels its way down, down through my body, past my groin, and right on out with my creamy flow of semen.

As I’m releasing my cum I feel her pussy muscles contract very tightly in a stranglehold around my shaft, it’s like she never wants to let it go. Renee throws her head back and shouts, “Oh my God! OH MY GOD! OH, GOD!” This is followed by whimpering, crying-like sounds. I hope I didn’t hurt her somehow.

Feeling the last pulses of my final spurts, she leans forward, wraps her arms around my back, and pulls me tightly to her. Her chest is sweaty and hot as she pushes my face between her breasts. We stay like this for quite a while to let our orgasmic spasms subside and catch our breaths.

Looking up at Renee, I see a glazed look in her eyes and meekly ask, “Are you okay?”

“Oh, Kyle,” more deep breaths, “that was fucking fantastic!”

Whew! I’m relieved I didn’t injure her when I slammed myself in so deep while in the throes of the most awesome ejaculation I’ve ever felt. Remember, the only sexual releases I’ve experienced have been with the aid of my hand in my bedroom. This was much more intense than I was expecting, and so much better!

“We came at the same time!” Renee exclaims, planting a big sloppy kiss on my face. I wasn’t quite sure of the importance of this, I thought that was how it was supposed to work every time. “When you said this was your first time, I don’t know what happened, but some kind of crazy sexual explosion went off in my brain. I’ve never done it with a virgin guy before and I’m sooo happy it was with you!”

While she’s talking, she’s pressing down and moving her hips to continue fueling sensations at our connection. “It was like, oh my god, I have your virgin cock, your beautiful virgin cock inside me. Your first orgasm with another person is going to be with me! Thinking about that just drove me wild! It still does!” Wow! And I thought the loss of my virginity was a big deal for me! “When I sensed you were getting close, I was starting to feel my own coming on that’s why I told you to, Cum now! Cum now! It’s so awesome when we can cum together like that!”

“It doesn’t work like that every time?”

“No, usually the guy finishes first. Most of the time it takes a girl longer.”

“Oh.” Learn something new every day.

“Remember that, when you cum first, don’t just roll over and be done. Make sure your girl has hers too and she’ll love you forever.”

“I’ll remember.”

Renee confesses, “I think deep down I suspected you were a virgin, but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure till you told me.” She kisses me again, “I hope this was great for you.”

“Oh, it was!”

Playing with my nipples she whispers, “You have such a sweet innocence about you, a sweet innocence in how you act … and in what you say … I really like that about you.”

“Well … I guess I’m not so innocent anymore, huh?” I snicker twitching myself inside her.

“You may not be a virgin anymore, but don’t ever lose these good qualities of who you are.”

We return to kissing, no rushing, and taking our time because we’re not ready to separate just yet. Wow! What a day! Here we are covered in sweat, our genitals connected, and I just came inside a pussy for the first time. I’ve officially lost my virginity! This day is awesome! Renee is awesome! Everything is truly great with the world!

I feel some warm liquid leaking and dripping past my balls. “Uh, oh, I think we’re leaving something on the couch here.”

“Hahaha!” she laughs. “We’re making a fabled wet-spot! Those will become small points of argument in the future over who has to sleep on it.” Yup, I continue to learn new things.

“Whew, now it’s really hot in here,” she says fanning her hands as she lifts up and off of me.

Renee certainly did not have to, but I thought it was really nice of her to use one of the towels to wipe me off. She cleans herself up and grabs those beers she set on the floor earlier.

“These are getting a little warm. Do you want another one?”

“Sure!”

Popping the tops off two fresh ones, she flops down alongside me. “Ahhhh, we both needed that, don’t you think?”

“Oh, yeah!” I wholeheartedly agree. “We most definitely did!” I never knew painting could be so much fun.

She smiles and sheepishly admits, “I’ve kinda been wanting to … do it … with you for a while now.”

“Well, I’m happy you did, really happy!” I laugh.

“So, was sex what you hoped it would be?”

“Even better!” I tell her before pausing a moment to ask, “Do you remember that day we were rearranging the stockroom?”

I think she knows where I’m going with this. “Yeah … I remember.”

“After you fell on me moving the boxes, your hand accidentally touched me … here,” I pat my pubic hair. “I know this will probably sound stupid, but it made me horny for the rest of the day - heck, that whole week!”

“Yeah … I remember ...” Renee snickers. “Maybe, it wasn’t exactly an … accident?” she admits biting her lip.

“When your hand was on me, did you … by chance … take a small squeeze? Cuz, I could swear that-”

A devious and cute grin forms. “Yeah ... I did … You caught me,” she laughs. “But seriously though, let’s keep all of this between us. Please don’t say anything around Pizza Depot or to your buddies, okay? It could make things super-awkward.”

I make a my-lips-are-sealed motion.

“So, you said there are four more of these apartments to paint? Would you … by any chance … need help with them?” I venture with a hopeful grin.

“Hmmmm,” she looks up and ponders, “Yeah, I think I could use your help … if you’re offering, that is.”

We finish our second beer and Renee says, “Okay, Sport, you ready to get back at it?”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, does she mean like right now? She laughs and smacks my arm, “I mean with the painting, jack-ass!”

“Oh, yeah, that too.”

As we are gathering up our strewn-about sweaty clothes, her phone chimes from an incoming text. “My dad is on his way and wants to know what unit we’re in. Get dressed and get rid of those beer bottles while I text him back.”

Fifteen minutes later Bill Moore arrives with a large pepperoni pizza for us. He sets it in the kitchen and comes to admire our progress. I respect Bill immensely but I couldn’t help feeling very awkward seeing him right now. Here is the man that hired me and his daughter is currently walking around with my semen inside her pussy. He looks around the apartment and admires our work. “Hey, this place looks great, you two really work well together.”

“Yup, we sure do! Kyle is doing great for his first time, he’s painting like a pro,” Renee smirks and winks at me. Did she really have to say his first time?

“Well, that’s great! Oh, I put a couple of bottles of pop on the counter, figured you need them in this heat.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Keep up the good work. I’d love to hang around, but I gotta run over to the main office, that damn printer is acting up again. See you two later.”

We enjoy the pizza and continue painting with the addition of loud music blasting. Both of us are singing (quite badly) along with songs we know. Perma-smiles of mutual satisfaction beam on our faces when we look in each other’s direction. A few hours later when we finish the work Renee comes over, puts an arm over my shoulders, and nods. “We did good, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, we did. Especially for …” I wink, “… my ‘first time.’”

“That too,” she nods.

I believe I did well for my first time. I couldn’t ask for a nicer person to lose my virginity to. I’m still me but with a big stupid grin now plastered on my face, but you know what’s really different? I actually feel more like a man than I did this morning.

“So, Sport,” she pulls me close and reaches down to squeeze the front of my shorts, “do you think you’ll be up to help paint another apartment in three days?”

Yeah, I’ll be up for it!

Chapter 2 - One Thing on My Mind

Riding home from the Fairlawn Apartments, I’m in a complete state of bliss. Even the simple action of peddling the bike is causing just enough repetitive movement between my legs to arouse me. My teenage brain is on fire reliving what just happened a few hours ago, which, of course, is:

I had sex today!

I had my first, real, sex today!

My penis was all the way inside Renee’s pussy!

Wow, do I ever like hearing myself think that, so much so, I’m gonna repeat it … slowly …

My … penis ... was … all … the … way … inside ... Renee’s … pussy!

And, it felt so … so fucking good!

I must look like a lost retard lazily meandering my way home with a stupidly huge grin on my face. And, add the fact that these vivid mental replays are giving me a raging erection. Unlike driving in a car, riding a bike leaves my whole body visible. I lean forward and position the bottom of my loose-fitting t-shirt to cover my obvious crotch tent.

What guy wouldn’t have a throbbing hard-on with all these wonderful and dirty thoughts I have racing around my head. Oh, how I loved the way she was bouncing up and down on it! Up and down, up and down till I couldn’t stand it any longer. At that magic moment, she told me to do it, so I did! Pushing in deep, I came - I shot my cum in her pussy! The whole thing was pretty amazing. She made me feel so good and I love how she told me that I made her feel good too.

You know what? I really like having sex!

As if on autopilot I somehow find my way home and walk in the back door. Mom is making dinner and looks over her shoulder to say, “Hi, Kyle.”

“Hi, Mom …” I half-sing and continue to my room.

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