Other Books by Devon Layne

The Transmogrification of Jacob Hopkins. A five-book series available as eBooks only from devonlayne.com. An aging Jacob is transported from his deathbed into an alternate universe and the body of a fourteen-year-old version of himself. But all is not well. Jacob discovers he has arrived in 2018, not in 1952 as he hoped!

Model Student. A six-book series available in both paperback and eBook. Tony Ames is a depressed art student at an elite Seattle art school where he doesn’t feel he fits. He’s determined to just go home to Nebraska until his secret crush asks him to get on the other side of the easel and be her model.

Strange Art. A three-book series available in both paperback and eBook. Art Étrange is somewhere on the Asperger scale. He functions fine if he doesn’t need to talk. Then the words swell up in his throat like balloons and his only outlet is to paint. His sister can interpret what he’s feeling through the painting and leads him to a romance with her girlfriend.

Living Next Door to Heaven. A ten-book series available only as eBooks. Brian Frost, the smallest geek in school for most of his life is protected by Heaven, the beautiful girl next door, and the cadre of friends she recruits to watch over him. All goes according to plan until the day Brian switches from being the protected to the protector.

Erotic Paranormal Romance Western Adventures. A three-book series available in both eBook and paperback. Sixteen-year-old Cole Bell is interrupted at the least opportune moment when he is jerked from his body by the call of a Redtail Hawk and lands in the body of a similarly engaged cowboy over a hundred years earlier. He and his time-traveling children are courted by the spirit animals Redtail, Blackfeather, and Yelloweye to save Mother Earth from the scorpion’s sting.

And many more!

©2020 Elder Road Books
Lynnwood, WA

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the publisher.

Requests for permission to make copies of any part of the work should be submitted online to: Elder Road LLC, ElderRoadBooks@outlook.com.

Cover photo by Tereshchenko Dmitry. Licensed from Shutterstock.com, ID: 493903213. Used by permission

Design by Nathan Everett

ISBN 978-1-950183-24-1

Chapter 1

I MET MY SOULMATE when I was sixteen years old.

Of course, I never told my wife about that.

“Jessie, I was wondering if you’d like to go see the new movie Being There with Peter Sellers over the break.” Jessie furrowed her brow at me. “With me. I mean, I’d like to take you out.” I’d practiced this and still messed it up.

“Oh! You know, for a minute there I thought you were suggesting I should go out with Peter Sellers. I mean, yes. I’d love to go see a movie with you.”

“I hear it’s a really sophisticated comedy. I think the review said, ‘offbeat humor and gentle satire.’ I thought maybe you’d be interested in it since I know you liked Sellers in the Pink Panther movies. I’ve heard you mention…” Jessie put her finger up to my lips. Her touch was so electrifying I was shocked to silence.

“Terry, I already said yes. When were you going to take me to see this offbeat humor and gentle satire movie? We have to get to biology.”

“Um… Would Saturday be okay? I mean, I know it’s getting close to Christmas but…”

“Saturday would be great. Look up the show times and let me know what time you’ll pick me up.”

“Wow! Yes. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

The idea of picking up a girl for a date, of course, depended entirely on my parents. I didn’t have a driver’s license. But they were generally supportive and said they thought they’d go out for a late dinner. Mom told me I’d better warn my date that my sister, Lisa, would be sharing the back seat with us. Jessie had younger siblings, too, and understood. She thought Lisa was cute and would be happy there was someone there to ‘chaperone’ us wild teens.

Really? Like we need more chaperones than Mom and Dad in the front seat? Well, it’s not like I was planning a make out session with Jessie. Though once I thought of it, I liked the idea. Jessie was cute. No, she wasn’t the most glamorous girl in our class. Carol probably won that distinction, though everyone agreed Sharon was a close second. But Jessie… There was something about her that made her one of the most approachable girls in school. Of course, a lot of guys approached her, but until recently she hadn’t gone out at all. I knew exactly when she turned sixteen and her parents would allow her to date. She had brown hair and brown eyes, a nose that turned up at the end a little, and lips that I’d dreamt of kissing more than once. Not that I’d ever kissed anyone. I knew enough to know it was supposed to be great, though.

I lived in a small town in Ohio called Prairie. There were ninety-five students in my sophomore class. Seventy-five when I graduated. I guess that kind of indicates what direction the population was headed. Our town had boasted almost ten thousand when I was in grade school. We were down to a little over six thousand by the time I graduated. Dad had a pretty good job in Lima, though, and decided we could afford to stay in the small town and he’d drive fifteen miles each day to work. Lima was also where the movie theater was.

My parents weren’t overly protective of us kids or even too involved in our lives, I think. But I always found them willing to drive me on my dates. I guess that willingness is one of the things that slowed me down in getting my driver’s license. I didn’t bother until I was eighteen. I mean, drive the car with my date and me strapped in seatbelts on opposite sides of the front seat or sit next to her in the back where we could hold hands and even steal a kiss or two. No brainer.

We got to the movie theater in plenty of time to get tickets for the seven-thirty show. The ride there was actually kind of fun. I was glad I got along with my sister. Lisa could have been a real brat. I think maybe the way Jessie talked to her right away and asked how school was going now that she was in sixth grade contributed to her good behavior. Lisa was off and running on that topic and we hardly noticed the drive.

I bought popcorn and we went in and found seats in almost the very center of the theater. We’d have the best view in the house.

You might be wondering how I was paying for all this stuff. Jobs for teens were hard to come by in Prairie and I couldn’t exactly drive to Lima for work. It was Mom who pointed out how many old ladies lived in town. I knew a lot of them from church so I started just volunteering to do odd jobs for old ladies. Put that on your business card. “Odd Jobs for Old Ladies.” But it was cool that not one of them would let me go without giving me ‘a little something’ to thank me for my help. I never set a price. Everyone knew I was doing this out of the goodness of my heart. And I think they all wanted to reward me for that. Anyway, doing odd jobs for old ladies gave me enough cash each week to have one date—two if one of them was a school dance or event.

So, we were giggling about the previews for Airplane and The Blues Brothers. And we were eating the popcorn, which was almost gone before the feature started. When the lights went down, I was holding the almost empty popcorn box in my right hand so she could reach it. She took it from me and replaced it with her hand in mine. I don’t know about her, but I could feel my temperature rising. At that time, holding her hand was the most sexual thing I’d ever done—with another person. And we stayed that way for the whole two hours plus of the movie. I was scared to move for fear she’d pull her hand away but she never did. Until the lights started coming up during the credits. Then she looked at me and kind of dropped her head a little as she pulled her hand away. She smiled at me as I led her out of our row and joined the crowd leaving the theater.

I spotted our car right away and led Jessie to it and held the door open. Dad was driving. “Where’s Mom and Lisa?”

“Oh, Lisa just got too tired to go on so I took them home. She thinks she can stay up till ten but by nine o’clock she can’t keep her eyes open.”

“Gosh, Dad. I’m sorry you had to make two trips.”

“Oh, it’s okay. You kids buckled up? I make this trip so often I could do it with my eyes closed.” Jessie looked at me with startled eyes wide open and we started giggling again.

“If it’s okay, Dad, we’d prefer you keep them open. And on the road.” We started giggling again and Dad headed out of town. Suddenly, Jessie’s hand was in mine again and we settled down with her kind of leaning against me all the way to her house.

I think that might have been the best date of my life.

Jessie and I started going steady. There wasn’t really any way to show that at our age. We didn’t have class rings we could exchange yet. But as long as we were dating, no one asked her out and I didn’t ask anyone else. We were acknowledged as a couple. During basketball season, we never missed a home game, often including a dance after. Our friends started to expect that we’d be holding hands and a few would roll their eyes when they saw it. Holding hands with Jessie meant the world to me.

Whatever you’ve read about teenage hormones and high school kids getting to sex when they’re sixteen or before, forget it. You’ve been reading too much fantasy erotica. It wasn’t just that there was never an opportunity. We’d never think to do that. Well, fantasies aside. I had more than one wet dream. But we’d been dating pretty regularly for three months before I kissed her on the cheek. And she kissed me back on the cheek. And then our lips touched. And then she went inside her house and I walked back to the car.

I was in the spring play at school. I don’t even remember what it was called but for me, it was the start of my acting career. Some comedy that was deemed ‘appropriate’ for young actors. What I do remember was that Jessie volunteered backstage so we walked home from school each evening holding hands. I felt like a king.

We didn’t have a prom at Jackson High School. Like I said, graduating class was about seventy-five and it seemed silly to decorate the whole gym for just them. So, we had a spring ‘formal’ the last weekend in April, and all high school students could attend. By formal, I mean guys had to wear ties and jackets and girls had to wear dresses. I took Jessie. She was beautiful. We danced to almost every slow song. We held each other close.

When I took her home that night, we French kissed for the first time and she held me tight. “I think I love you, Terry,” she whispered. “It makes me very sad.”

“I love you, Jessie. It makes me very happy.”

“I guess that shows how different we are.” She kissed me again and went inside.

School was out the third weekend in May. Jessie and her family moved away before Memorial Day. Her dad found a job in Pittsburgh. We kept in touch for a while, but the letters became fewer and fewer. Someplace along the line we just quit trying. I guess loving Jessie made me sad, too.

I kept all her letters in a dresser drawer and sometimes I’d pull them out and just hold them. I didn’t try to reread them. It was too hard. I’d lost my soulmate.

Of course, I never told my wife about that.

Chapter 2

I DIDN’T DATE MUCH after Jessie left. There was no line of girls waiting to pick up the pieces of my life. That’s something about small town schools. Some of the kids in my class had been together since fourth grade. Eventually, they’d marry each other and settle down right there in town, driving to work in Lima. About ten percent of us would leave and go to a four-year college. And never come back. Or, like Jessie’s dad, move to some other city where there was work.

There were a lot of farm kids in the school and most of them would inherit when they’d proved they could handle the work. Like my best friend, Jan. Because he lived out in the country, he got his driver’s license almost as soon as he turned sixteen. He was always willing to have me tag along on a double date if I had one. Seemed Jan had a date with a different girl every weekend. He started with the seniors and worked his way down. He was popular with the girls in every class.

I kept doing odd jobs for old ladies and just putting the meager spending money in my desk drawer. The summer before my senior year, I met Marilyn. She was visiting her grandmother for a few weeks and Mrs. Logan was one of my regulars. In the summer, I’d stop by her house once a week, mow the grass and pull weeds out of her flower beds. Occasionally, she’d ask me to move something heavy inside the house or to carry her groceries.

Marilyn tried to insist that she could do the mowing and weeding so her grandmother didn’t need to pay someone. I could hear them arguing on the front porch one morning when I shut off the mower and started on the weeding.

“I don’t pay Terry to do any of those tasks. He comes by and volunteers to do them. I just give him a little tip afterward to show I appreciate his caring. Every young man needs a little spending money now and then. You should know that since you date them so often.”

“I only date a couple of times a week,” Marilyn protested. “Besides, a guy should have a regular job, not depend on tips. He doesn’t even have a car.”

“Why, Marilyn! Are you suggesting he needs a car in order to date you? I can loan you mine if you’d like to take him out.”

“Grandma! I wasn’t suggesting that!”

“Methinks thou dost protest too much.” The conversation moved indoors and I didn’t need to endure listening to anything else. The idea of going out with Marilyn, though, was appealing to my baser senses. She was pretty damn cute. Definitely thinner than Jessie had been. She seemed to always be waiting on the porch in shorts and a T-shirt when I came by to mow or help her grandmother. And Mrs. Logan seemed to get more generous with her tips.

“Hey, you missed some weeds over there.” Marilyn pointed at a flower box I hadn’t gotten to yet. It would take about five minutes for me to finish the one I was on and the one she pointed to. I just nodded and finished up.

“Satisfied, your majesty?” I asked.

“I’m… Shit! I’m such a bitch, stuck out here in the middle of nowhere for the summer while my parents are in Texas. This really sucks.”

“Why didn’t you go to Texas with them?”

“Are you kidding? Texas in the summer? The temperature there has been over a hundred every day since they left. Think of this town and its population, only spread out across another hundred square miles. There’s even less to do there than here.” She was a little pouty, but she’d sort of apologized to me and I was feeling… Well, like I said, she was pretty damned cute in short-shorts and a crop top.

“A few of us are going miniature golfing Saturday. Would you like to come along?”

“Miniature golf? What do you mean ‘a few of us?’ How many?”

“My friend Jan and I like to go up a couple of times in the summer and invite girls to join us. So, it would just be the four of us.”

“So, what you’re really asking is if I’ll go out on a double date with you?”

“I… uh… It’s not like I’m asking you to be my girlfriend. I just thought you might enjoy…”

“Yes. Thank you. I’d love to go.”

“You would?”

“Yes. You were serious, weren’t you?”

“Yeah. Serious. Um… I’ll check with Jan and see what time we’re leaving and let you know. See you later.” I headed home and called Jan to see if I could convince him to get a date to go miniature golfing Saturday. We hadn’t already planned anything.

Jan never had a steady girlfriend. In fact, we sometimes dated the same girl on different weekends. I hadn’t had a steady girlfriend since Jessie moved away and that had been well over a year ago. But Jan was popular and could always call someone up to go out. This week it was Sue who was in the car when Jan came by to pick me up and then get Marilyn. When I saw her, I was pretty sure short-shorts and T-shirts were the only kind of clothes she had. I didn’t mind a bit.

“This is fun,” she said after the windmill hole. “And a little frustrating.” We’d all hit the blade on our first stroke so we decided to count the strokes from the time we got through the tunnel instead of all the strokes it took us to get there.

“Well, you’ve got Terry to take care of the frustration for you. Jan’s going to have his work cut out for him when we get out of here.”

“Um… I wasn’t talking about that kind of frustration. Exactly. Now that you mention it…”

“Hey, would anyone like a soft drink? We’re at the halfway point.”

“That would be nice. Coke?”

I headed toward the refreshment stand. A moment later, Jan joined me.

“Those two girls are plotting something,” he said. “And when Sue plots something, somebody’s likely to get naked.”

“God! You mean you and she have been… When did this happen?”

“It hasn’t yet. But damn! She has a fine looking body. Nothing is beyond the realm of possibility.”

We got the Cokes and rejoined the girls who were giggling like crazy as a family of four played through.

“It’s still early. Where to now?” Jan asked as we headed to the car.

“Seven-Eleven for some supplies,” Sue said. “We need some pop and chips.”

“Your charioteer has received the command,” Jan said. “Seven-Eleven it is.”

The girls grabbed a couple of bags of chips and a six-pack of Diet Coke and handed it to us to check out. Then they disappeared and I figured they’d gone to the restroom. Jan and I grabbed another six-pack of the non-diet variety and waited outside for them to show up. A few minutes later they showed up, each carrying a small bag of her own.

“The gravel pit,” Sue announced when Jan asked where we were going to picnic. Oh, shit. None of us had bathing suits with us unless that’s what Sue and Marilyn bought inside. I didn’t think Seven-Eleven carried bikinis. And the gravel pit was known for skinny dipping. I glanced over at Marilyn and she blushed. Oh, my God!

The gravel pit isn’t easy to get to. Not like it’s fenced off or anything. It’s just the old truck road that leads to it is narrow and rutted. Nobody drives all the way down to it. There was one other car parked a little off the road and Jan pulled his in behind it. We grabbed the chips and pop and followed the girls as Sue led the way to the pit. There were lots of ledges and rocks around the edge. It was obvious Sue knew her way. When we got to the gravel pit, we saw another couple on the other side splashing and swimming. The temp was close to ninety and the water looked refreshing.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” Sue yelled as she stripped off her shirt, bra, and shorts. Jan was right. She had a spectacular body. Her panties hit the ground about two seconds after Jan’s jeans and she dove into the water. I pulled my T-shirt off and turned to look at Marilyn. She had the hem of her shirt in her hands.

“Good. If I’m going to strip, you should watch. I don’t want to worry about you trying to sneak peeks later.” The shirt came off revealing she had no bra. I unfastened my jeans and kicked my shoes off while never taking my eyes off her as her pretty round butt came into view. My socks and her panties hit the ground at the same time and she just stood there waiting for me to pull off my jockeys. She held out her hand and I took it. “Bet that shrinks when we hit the water,” she laughed, pointing at my cock. “Come on. We’ll do it together. Better two rotten eggs than one.” We stepped to the edge of the rock and jumped in. She didn’t let go of my hand and we kicked to the surface using one hand each.

“Why didn’t you guys warn us it was so cold?” I yelled at Jan. He and Sue were almost to the middle of the pit and turned around to swim toward us.

“What fun would that be?” Sue laughed. “We were just waiting for you to surface so we could tell you.”

“Yeah. Well he shrank and I popped my nips.”

“I didn’t notice that,” I said.

“Better go under and take a look, then.” She put both hands on top of my head and pulled herself up, which pushed me under. She guided my head directly to her left nipple and I obligingly gave it a suck for as long as I could hold my breath. I was afraid at first that she wasn’t going to let me surface.

“Well, are they?” Jan asked as he surfaced from roughly the same treatment by Sue.

“Oh, yeah. But she was wrong about the other.” I’d deflated a bit as soon as I hit the water, but was pressing my erection against her after she’d let me suck her nipple. This was a new experience for me. I’d managed to feel a girl up after the spring formal this year but we’d stayed fully clothed. Having a good looking girl strip in front of me and then shove my face into her tits was more heart stopping than the cold water. I felt her hand circle my cock and nearly passed out.

“It’s true,” she said. “I thought cold water was supposed to prevent that kind of thing.”

“Let’s race across the lake to the other side and back. That’ll cool these boys down,” Sue said. She immediately turned for the opposite edge and we all followed as her butt broke the surface. I’m a pretty good swimmer and could probably have won but it was a lot more fun to watch Marilyn’s butt come out of the water and then her breasts as she took long even strokes. I didn’t rush to win the race. It did, however, ease my tumescence.

We swam and played for half an hour before we dragged ourselves out of the water and sat together eating chips and drinking our Cokes. I glanced across the lake and saw the other couple had gone, so it was just the four of us. I looked at the two girls sitting naked on the rock and started to get hard again. Jan was hiding his behind his arms as he leaned forward.

“Let’s go to the sun cliff,” Sue said, grabbing Jan’s hand and pulling him up. She bent and grabbed her bag from the pile of clothes and they took off around the edge of the pit. “Don’t do anything I’m not going to do!” she called to us cheerfully.

“It looks like she’s getting ready to do a lot,” I chuckled.

“Well, that means there isn’t much we can do that she won’t be. You’ve sucked on my tit and I held your cock. Don’t you think it’s time to kiss me a little?”

What a great suggestion! The kisses started light but ramped up fast and we had our tongues fighting for position in each other’s mouth. I had one hand around her back, holding her to me. The other was squeezing the tit I’d started sucking on earlier. And her hand was back on my cock.

“You don’t have much experience, do you?” she asked.

“Not really. This is the furthest I’ve ever gone with a girl.”

“Mmm. Then lie back and let me handle everything.” I lay back with my cock waving in the air while she grabbed a package of condoms from her bag. Condoms! The girls were planning this all along. I wondered if that was what they were whispering and giggling about while Jan and I were getting soft drinks at the golf park. As efficiently as she rolled a condom onto my cock, I was pretty sure she’d done it before. A lot.

She straddled my waist and bent to kiss me again with my cock trapped between our bodies. After a few minutes of kissing and petting, she lifted up and the next thing I knew, I was sinking into a girl for the first time ever. My hands just sort of went to her butt as she sank onto me and began riding for all she was worth. I wasn’t going to last long but it looked like she expected that. I was seeing stars when I started spurting into the condom. She whined a bit and gasped out, “I could feel it. Oh, God! That’s good!”

“I’m sorry I was so fast. Are you okay?” I said. I was making little thrusts, trying to keep hard inside her. I didn’t want to lose this feeling yet.

“Don’t worry. Boys are always fast the first time. I got a little one out of that but we’re not done yet.” She pulled off me and stripped the condom from my cock. Then she bent and sucked me into her mouth. My first fuck. My first blowjob. I was going to die today. But there was more I wanted to do. I’d seen a couple of Penthouse magazines so I knew what a woman was supposed to look like between her legs, but I’d never seen it live. I managed to finally get a hand between her legs and drag my fingers through her wetness. She moaned.

“Can I… Marilyn, can I do you like that? Like sucking on you?”

“Oh, hell, yes!” She straddled my face and I hardly had time to look at what was coming before she was grinding on my mouth. I just licked up everything I could reach while feeling her fellatio slow down a bit. She lifted up so I could see between her legs. “Here. Right here.” She held her lips apart and flicked a little bump at the top of her slit. “Don’t be rough about it, but focus on this. It will be so good!” She settled a little more gently on my face so I could guide her in range of my tongue. The moan was longer and her hand worked my cock but her mouth just made little dips to take it in. I didn’t mind. There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d get soft while I was doing this. I reached up and caught a boob in my left hand while the right kept riding her butt. Nothing in the world had the right to feel this fucking good. “Yes! Yes! More right there. Oh, god! Yeah. That’s it. One more. Ahh!”

She shuddered. Between as wet as she was when I started and my own saliva, I didn’t figure it could get much wetter. I was wrong. I could feel her stretching a condom onto me again. She rolled off me and lay on her back with her legs spread. “Bring that over here and fuck me!”

I was only too happy to comply. This time I was on top and took my time sliding in and out of her.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. Don’t usually have an orgasm the first time I’m with a boy. At least not without diddling myself. Thank you for being gentle in this position. I could get scraped up pretty bad on this rock.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Do we need to swap positions?” I could feel a few scrapes on my own back.

“Yeah. If you don’t mind. Let me spread our T-shirts under me. That’ll help.” We put the two T-shirts down and she settled back onto them. Before she lay completely down, I caught her and pulled her in for another kiss. With my limited experience, I thought she was a hell of a good kisser. Then she lay back and lined me up again. I kept it gentle. My own knees were scuffing around on the rock and as much as I wanted to just fuck away, I didn’t want either of us skinned up so badly we couldn’t do it again.

“I’m kind of overwhelmed. I never imagined we’d be doing this.”

“It’s your first time, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I haven’t really been dating much this past year.”

“I’m honored to be your first. Have you ever felt anything more wonderful? If we could do it, I’d lie here and let you plunge in and out of me all day.”

“I don’t really want to give a show to Jan and Sue.”

“Yeah. I figure they’ve got a few minutes to go before they’re finished. But maybe I should hurry up a little.” She pushed her hand between us and I could feel her fingers moving around that little bud I’d tongued so recently. She began to jerk up against me and each jerk drove me a little deeper until I was pumping out semen into the fresh condom and she was moaning and tossing her head back and forth a little. I kept stroking until it was too sensitive for me to move any longer.

“I’m afraid I’m slipping out.”

“No all-day fucks for me,” she sighed. “Let’s get back in the water and rinse off.”

The water didn’t seem quite so cold as the first time we jumped in. We kicked around a bit and snatched a few wet kisses, allowing ourselves to slide below the surface as we kissed and held each other. Jan and Sue got back and dove in next to us. We were all kind of dazed and lay in the late-afternoon sun to dry off. Marilyn handed me the little bag with the used condoms in it.

“There were six in the package. Keep the rest for next time.”

“Will there be a next time, Marilyn? I’d like that.”

“I’m here for three more weeks. Let’s make the best of it.”

We did make the best of it. It wasn’t all fucking. We took a bike ride out into the country and back. We played at the mini-arcade in town. We had a butcher who put a bunch of pinball machines in his shop to ‘keep the kids out of trouble.’ I think it was for his own entertainment. He was better at them than anyone who came in.

And we found a couple of comfortable places where we could take a blanket at night and lie under the stars and make love. A week before Labor Day, her mother showed up and she went back to Cincinnati.

About twelve years later, I was newly married and back home for a visit. On a lark, I took my wife to the gravel pit and we went skinny dipping. It was fun, though she was pretty nervous about someone ‘catching us’ and hurried back into her clothes as soon as she was out of the water.

This was where I lost my virginity.

Of course, I never told my wife about that.

Chapter 3

MY SENIOR YEAR in high school was marked first and foremost by getting my driver’s license and second by playing the lead in the all school musical. I was eighteen years old and just walked into the license branch in Lima (with my dad), took the written test, got in the car and drove the examiner around the course, and received my license. That was it.

But a driver’s license expanded my horizons. I could drive myself and was no longer dependent on being transported around by my parents. Dates took on a whole new meaning. Of course, I still had to make arrangements for the car and tell my parents where I was going. And the first thing I did was drive the 130 miles between Prairie and Cincinnati to see Marilyn. I also stocked up on condoms. Marilyn showed me some of the most beautiful things in Cincinnati, including her naked body.

“Terry, you know I like you a lot.” My cock was steeping in her juices. I certainly hoped she did. “I mean, obviously I like you enough to fuck you. And if you can get back here again or I can get back up to Prairie, I’m sure we’ll do it some more. But don’t expect me to be a girlfriend, okay?”

“I guess. What are you trying to say?” I drew circles around her left nipple with my tongue.

“I’m trying to say I’m not going to just wait for you. We’re seniors and there are other boys I’m interested in. I won’t be faithful to just you. Or to anyone for a few years.”

“Oh. Yeah. Long distance relationships can really suck.” I thought about Jessie and started to pull away from her. She grabbed me to keep me in place.

“Any relationship sucks. I mean, think about it. Do you think Sue doesn’t want to fuck you? She’d drop her panties in a New York minute if you so much as looked at her.”

“Well, she’s kind of Jan’s…” I cut myself off. Jan was out with Annette this weekend. Sue wasn’t Jan’s anything. “I see. You think I should do that?”

“As long as you keep a condom on that thing when you do it. They say when you fuck a girl, you fuck all the guys who have fucked her. That’s probably most of the guys in your class. Maybe some girls.”

“Shit! And with you?”

“I only woke up last spring. There haven’t been that many. Yet.”

“Marilyn, I really like what we have. If it isn’t a relationship, that’s fine. It’s a little more than a quick fuck, though.”

“Yeah. I really like it, too. Maybe someday long into the future we’ll meet up and be ready for more than what we’ve got. Not just now, though.”

I did get back down to see her a couple of times that winter. But it’s a lot harder to find a place to do the deed if you can’t just toss a blanket on the ground. Snow and cold kind of put a damper on things. So, I started dating around as a senior. And eventually, I dated Sue. She was the only other girl I’d ever seen naked and it was getting harder to remember Marilyn’s body when I saw Sue almost every day.

“Never on the first date, Terry. Sometimes not on the second. But every guy who lasts till the third gets a piece. So, this is number one. Are you asking me out for number two?”

“Hell, yes, Sue. I think you are a lot more than just a hot chick. I actually like you.”

“That’s a relief. I wasn’t judging you, but sometimes a guy is just looking to get laid when he goes out with me. If he’s turned down the first time, he doesn’t come back.”

“Guys are kind of idiots, aren’t they?”

“Yeah. But that’s what makes them so easy to lead around by their balls.”

“Is that what you do? Am I going to get led around by my balls?”

“No. We’re going to go out. We’ll have fun. We’ll fuck. You and Jan are different than the other guys in our class. You’re discreet for one thing. I don’t think anyone in school has heard a word about Marilyn. Guys brag about their conquests. I know my name has been mentioned in the locker room more than once. Those guys? They’re going to come back for a class reunion in ten or twenty years with a wife who thinks the world of them. She’ll find out from me what kind of lover he was in his teens.”

“That’s cold, Sue.”

“Yeah. I know. I wouldn’t be telling you this if I planned to do it to you. Just don’t turn into a jerk, okay?”

Sue had a plan to fuck as many guys in our class as she could. She was well on her way before we started dating. Of course, everyone knew we weren’t going together. We spaced our dates out over several weeks and took others out between them. And we started doing the deed on the second date.

“Kiss me again, Terry.” The pleading in her eyes was so strong I couldn’t resist. We spent a long time just kissing and petting each other. I loved the feel of her breasts. They were a little smaller than Marilyn’s. Marilyn had just a little sag. She wouldn’t fail the pencil test but if she gained any weight, all bets were off. Sue’s breasts had no sag at all. They stood out as mounds on her chest and didn’t hang down or even slip to the side when she was on her back. Each one was crowned by a bright pink areola and nipple. I loved to suck on those tits. And she loved it, too. But we always started with kissing.

“I’ll kiss you any time you’d like,” I breathed.

“I might take you up on that. You know kissing—with our tongues moving against each other, tasting the other’s mouth, licking our lips—kissing is a lot more intimate than fucking. When we fuck, you’ll just hammer a hard cock into my wet pussy. There’s none of the subtle playing, teasing, breathing each other’s air that happens when we’re kissing. So, kiss me again and start getting my clothes off.”

Yeah. Kissing was pretty incredible with Sue. She was not only a willing participant, she actually taught me a lot about kissing. I’d only had limited experience with Jessie and Marilyn. With Sue, it was like getting a college degree in kissing. I studied diligently.

Taking her clothes off was a treat. She was incredibly good looking. Long blonde hair that showed her Nordic ancestry. Lithe frame, tiny waist, and shapely legs. She knew she looked good and was proud of showing herself to me. I loved looking at her, especially since I knew that once I’d had an eyeful, I’d get to fuck her. I never failed to be rock hard by the time she finished undressing.

I saw other beautiful girls in my class who I’d never date. They used their good looks to capture one guy and keep him in line. Sue used hers to capture every guy and then release him back into the wild.

By Christmas break, Sue and I had been seeing each other on and off for three months. We never went out two weekends in a row. We both dated other people—sometimes more than one in a weekend. I knew she slept with some of the guys. I kept track of those who got a second date. There were a couple of egotistical idiots who obviously didn’t make the cut and a couple of guys who never got up the courage to ask her out at all.

I was standing in the hall planning a date with Karen when I heard Sue’s laughter. I looked up and she was prancing down the hall with a sprig of mistletoe, holding it over every guy’s head and getting a quick kiss. Karen rolled her eyes and stepped back a step to give her access to me. Sue surprised her by holding the mistletoe over her head and kissing Karen. It was a quick peck on the lips, but it took Karen so much by surprise she just stood there with her eyes wide.

Then Sue turned to me. Well, it started off as just a little peck, but we’d become so comfortable kissing each other that we sort of got carried away and were both a little breathless. “Merry Christmas,” she said and scampered off down the hall to the next guy she met. I turned back to Karen.

“If you don’t kiss me like that this very instant, I’m not going out with you this weekend,” she said. What could I do? I pulled her into my arms and laid one on her. She wasn’t as good a kisser as Sue, but she was a fast learner. She got busy with my tongue and we sort of lost track of time. When the bell rang, we were startled apart by the sound of someone clapping. Slow and deliberate. We turned to see Principal Richter. The rest of the hall was empty.

“Very nice. You are both tardy for seventh period. Get out of here and don’t do that in the hall again.”

“Yes, sir,” we both answered. We had the same last period study hall, so there was really no penalty for being late. All through the period, though, we kept glancing over at each other and grinning. Oh, Sue. What you started!

I saw Karen a lot over the holiday break. Like almost every day. She was a fun redhead with a few light freckles. She was shorter and maybe a little heavier than Sue or Marilyn but not fat at all. We went sledding, bowling, caroling, partying. There was even a Christmas dance at the VFW that we went to. And we kissed a lot. But Karen set a limit on our first date.

“I don’t know what you usually do with your dates. No one talks about it. Most people figure you’re just too boring to mention. I know from a couple of kisses that can’t be right. And Sue’s got a reputation, so if she kisses you like that, you must have done something.”

“Karen, I don’t kiss and tell. No one will hear anything about what you and I do on our dates from me. If you tell them, that’s up to you. I just expect you won’t make shit up.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. And I really like kissing you. But here’s the thing. I’m a virgin and I’d like to finish school that way.”

“Then I won’t make a pass.”

“Well… What I’m saying is that we could go a little further than we have. Just not all the way. Okay?”

By the time the break was over, ‘a little further’ had included getting my hands in her shirt and dry humping each other until we both came. She wasn’t top heavy, but she definitely had the biggest breasts I’d been with and I loved playing with them, much to her delight. We’d stayed out all night at a church youth party on New Year’s Eve. I took ‘the long way’ home the next morning which meant we were making out in the car for a couple of hours and I was fondling one of those boobs I loved.

“Terry, it’s New Year’s Day. We’ve been dating for two weeks and all I can think of is getting naked with you. We… we’ve got to stop. No! Not right now! Keep squeezing. I mean when school starts Tuesday. We shouldn’t be a couple any longer.”

“Are you unhappy, Karen?”

“Huh? No! I’m, like, out of control. I like what you do to me. But… If we keep dating like this, I don’t think I’d make it to Valentine’s day still a virgin. It’s all I can do to keep from grabbing your cock and pulling down my pants. Please? Please, don’t make it any harder for me.”

“Karen, I respect you and your wishes. I gave up all thought of staying a virgin last summer. I’m not all that experienced but I know what you mean about wanting to stay this way a while longer. I don’t know, though, if I could keep from putting a little pressure on you to yield, just because you’re so fun to be with. So, I guess you’re right. I want you to fulfill your dream and I won’t try to date you after school starts.”

“Thank you, Terry. Thank you so much. Can we… um… just rub each other until we come again?”

I was pretty tied up with the musical soon after that, so I guess it wouldn’t have worked well to keep dating anyway. But I sure liked Karen.

One of the things that hooked my wife ten years later was my kissing. She loved it and had no brakes when it came to going all the way. We went back to Ohio for my twentieth high school reunion and who should sit at the table with us but Sue? I held my breath remembering how she’d told me she was going to tell wives what kind of lover their husbands were in high school. But she just smiled and chatted. Congratulated us on our two children. Said her first was in college. Then, to my surprise, my best friend in high school, Jan, sat down next to her. She turned and kissed him.

“You two?” I asked, pointing at their rings. Jan blushed a little as he nodded.

“It had to be one of you,” Sue whispered.

The woman who had taught me to kiss and been an intermittent lover senior year was sitting right next to me, married to my best friend.

Of course, I never told my wife about that. 

Chapter 4

THE LAST WEEKS of high school seemed to break down everyone’s inhibitions. Everyone in the senior class at least. But there were a few others, too. Like Wendy. She was two years behind me in school and we’d met a couple of years earlier at a church party with one of those silly games where we were passing an apple from person to person using only our chins to trap it against our chests. You can get into some interesting positions like that.

I was afraid Wendy was having an asthma attack when I passed the apple to her but she said she was fine and then gripped me in a vice-like hold as she made sure to get as much body contact as possible. Eventually, she got her chin coordinated with mine and took the apple. The next person in line dropped it when Wendy tried to pass it to her.

I was a sophomore and Wendy was just an eighth grader at that time, so I never really thought about it again. She was a tiny and frail little thing. It’s not like she was a mature woman. I saw her a few times during my junior and her freshman year. I tried to be friendly to everyone, so I smiled at her and asked how she was getting along in high school. Just trivial stuff, you know? I think she was blushing the entire time we talked and I resolved not to embarrass her again. She probably had a boyfriend in her class she was afraid would see us talking.

During senior year, it seemed like she was often in my line of sight. I got used to seeing her in the hall or disappearing into a classroom here or there. I don’t think we spoke at all until early spring—about the end of March—and then it was only because Sue spoke to me.

“If you don’t take that little girl out at least once before you graduate, she’s going to wet her pants.” I looked at Sue, wondering what the hell she was talking about.

“Who?”

“Wendy Pearson. Look over my left shoulder as you give me a kiss. She’s watching.” I leaned forward to kiss Sue and could see Wendy looking down the hall toward me. Then I forgot her and concentrated on kissing Sue. Principal Richter had pretty much given up on stopping seniors from PDAs as spring wore on. I guess we were all pretty horny and showing it.

“Really?” I asked when we broke our kiss. Sue hugged me. “She’s just a little girl. I can’t take her out.”

“I didn’t say you should fuck her, though I’m pretty sure that after a couple of dates she wouldn’t mind. Just fulfill her little girl fantasies and ask her out to a movie. Or better yet, ask her to go to the cast party for the musical next weekend.”

“Yeah. Right. I don’t know about this, Sue. I wouldn’t mind taking you.”

“I’ve already got a date. I don’t have time for repeats right now. It’s almost graduation time.”

“Well, I’ll see if I run into her.”

“You will.”

I’m not sure yet if Sue was arranging things behind the scenes or if things just worked out to get us together. It was after school the next day when I walked out the door and ran smack into her. When a ninety-pound quarterback runs into a two hundred-pound tackle, things are going to fly. Fumble! I caught Wendy before she fell backwards off the school steps but her books and papers went flying.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I held her up. She was trembling.

“I… um… oh… my books.”

“I’ll get everything. Why don’t you sit here and rest a minute?”

“Okay.” I hurried around catching papers before the wind blew them clear to the football field and then gathered up her books. I couldn’t help it when one of her notebooks fell open and I saw a big heart drawn on the page with the initials T.R. in it. I glanced up at her, sitting on the steps where I’d directed her. Her knees were opening and closing, giving me a good view all the way up to her panties. Nice legs. So, she was a little flat-chested. Those legs. And Sue was obviously right. She had a crush on yours truly. I couldn’t think of anyone else in our school with the initials T.R. I needed to check my yearbook. There was no mistaking the blush on her pale skin, though. I closed the notebook and stacked everything together.

“Where are you headed with all this?” I asked.

“Oh, I just decided I didn’t need everything and was heading back inside to dump some of it in my locker. But they’ve locked the doors now.” I looked up at the glass doors and the empty hallway beyond.

“Well, let me carry them for you, then. Which direction is home?”

“Home? Oh. That way.” She pointed off to our left and I held out a hand to help her stand up. She didn’t let go as she led me toward her house. “I’ll show you.”

I had to shift the stack of books and papers a couple of times to make sure I didn’t drop them but she really wouldn’t let go of my hand as I walked her home. Oh, well. I’ve never really objected to holding a girl’s hand and walking beside her felt like I was a big brother leading a little sister by the hand. My own little sister wouldn’t start high school until next year when I was gone. I wondered who would be her protector.

We got right up to her door and she unlocked it.

“Would you like to come in?” There was a distinct quiver in her voice.

“No. I don’t think that would be a good idea. Here are your books and papers. Uh… If you’d like, maybe you’d join me for the cast party Saturday night.”

“Oh! Um… Yeah.”

“I’ll have a ticket for the show for you and you can just wait for me to get my makeup off then we’ll go. The show starts at seven-thirty.”

“That would be… nice. Thank you!”

“See you then.”

I learned a lot about Wendy that weekend. Her mother was a single parent and she hadn’t seen her dad in years. He just kind of disappeared. Her older brother graduated two years ago and she was kind of lost without him. He always protected her because she was so weak. I asked her about that and she said she’d had asthma since she was little and was a pretty sickly child. Things had improved since she grew up.

I looked at her critically when she wasn’t looking. Well, yes. She wasn’t quite the child I had considered her. She was probably padding her bra because there hadn’t been that much tit there when I walked her home earlier in the week, I was sure. But she had a nice face and had worn a short skirt to the play, showing off legs that definitely weren’t a child’s.

Then I did one of the stupidest things I’d ever done, though it didn’t seem stupid at the time. She was cute and fun and I asked her to the spring formal. I was running late on getting a date lined up for the dance that was just two weeks away. It seemed everyone I thought of already had plans. From her reaction, you’d think I’d just given Wendy an orgasm. Later experience told me maybe I had. She agreed enthusiastically.

She immediately wanted to know if we were doing anything next weekend and I begged off, saying I had plans and would be away. Then I had to get some plans made!

When I picked Wendy up for the dressy dance, she looked spectacular. I think she knew what her best feature was because she wore a short party dress that exposed her legs from mid-thigh down. It was a short bodice, too, and left everything from her chin to where most girls would sport cleavage bare.

“You look really beautiful tonight,” I said as I took her hand.

“Thank you. Mom helped me pick it out.” I had yet to meet her mom but I couldn’t imagine what kind of mother would choose such a daring dress for her daughter’s second date. I appreciated the effort, though.

I found Wendy to be a very cuddly date that night. When we were dancing, she was pressed up tight against me. When we were sitting, she was leaning against me. When we were walking, she was hugging my arm. And when I glanced down at her, I could see straight down her dress, including glimpses of her nipples on little mounds on her chest. There was no bra encasing them.

“Hey, can we switch partners for a dance?” Sue asked. I knew her date as one of the nice guys in our class, so I didn’t mind letting him guide Wendy to the dance floor. Sue clutched me immediately. “Run for your life,” she whispered.

“What?”

“If I’d known that girl was stalking you, I’d never have suggested the first date. I thought she just had a crush. She thinks you’re her life partner. You aren’t safe.”

“Seriously? We hardly know each other.”

“Believe me. I wouldn’t be surprised if her mother was conveniently away when you take her home. She’ll be pregnant by daybreak.”

“Oh, God!”

“Good luck.”

I released Sue and Wendy ran back to me, immediately clutching my arm and rubbing her cheek against me as if she were a cat marking her territory. We got through the rest of the dance and I took her home. Wendy was true to Sue’s prediction.

“Do you want to come in? My mom is working nights this weekend. No one will… bother us.”

“Wendy, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You shouldn’t invite strange guys into your house.”

“You’re not strange. A little weird maybe but not a stranger.” She reached up and gave me a kiss on the lips. Her arms wrapped around my neck like a vice, holding me to her as she opened her mouth wide.

“Wendy! Wendy, cool down.”

“Mom said boys like a lot of tongue when they kiss.” What the fuck did her mother do, anyway? Wendy pulled my face down to her again and there was a little struggle on her front porch as I tried to push away from her. I swear to you that what happened next was an accident that would do ecchi anime credit. I ended up pushing her away with my hands on her boobs. Booblets? Regardless there was something soft and squishy in my hands.

“I… I’m sorry, Wendy. I think you should go in now.”

“I didn’t mind. I wore this dress so you could see them and touch them. Come inside and I’ll pull it down and you can play with them all you want. I love you, Terry.”

“You’re a long way ahead of me on that, Wendy. I don’t think it would be good for us to see each other again. I’m not who you think I am. Goodnight.” I fled! Run as fast as you can? Yeah! I was in the car with the doors locked and the engine running. I looked over my shoulder and saw her still standing in front of the door. Shit

I spent the better part of the next two weeks avoiding or outright hiding from Wendy. I’d see her in the hall and turn to walk away. I checked around every corner I turned to see if she was waiting there. I was tardy for three classes when I had to wait in the next hall because she was standing in front of the classroom door.

And then it was senior week.

I don’t know if most schools have senior week or if it’s just country and small town schools or if it’s unique to our school. But seniors have the entire week prior to commencement off. Supposedly, it’s to prepare for commencement, which for us was the first weekend of May. But really, how much of that time is spent practicing marching into the gym and picking up our caps and gowns. We used it the way I supposed most kids did. We partied.

There were some pretty crazy times. I didn’t have my own car, but Jan was willing to fill his car with warm bodies, as long as most of them were female. He had a way of convincing cute girls they should ride with us. Of course, I’d never hold the shotgun seat away from a girl. So, I was usually in the back seat bracketed by two. And we had a little fun back there. There wasn’t a night that week when I didn’t get kissed and have a little grapple. All that, of course, was getting me pretty horny and Jan declared Friday night to be our private party night. He’d been auditioning girls all week and told me to relax; he had it all worked out. I wasn’t too surprised to find Brenda, a popular cheerleader, hopping into the passenger seat. I was pretty shocked, though, when Karen got into the back seat next to me.

We’d talked and worked together in a couple of classes we shared since our fast and furious two weeks over Christmas break. I didn’t think anyone really knew about that so I was pretty surprised when Jan arranged for her to be my date that night. So much for the box of condoms I’d prepared. But Karen and I got along really well and headed into Van Wert to get burgers for dinner and to see a movie. It was one of those new mega theater complexes with a dozen screens but I hadn’t heard anything good about any of the movies playing. We finally chose Soup for One because it was a comedy. I suppose we’d have gotten the same results if we’d seen a slasher film. I can’t tell you anything about the movie at all except the music was pretty good. I didn’t really watch the film because I was busy making out with Karen in the back row. Brenda and Jan were oblivious to everything around them.

“We’re going out to the barn for a while,” Jan said as he drove us back to Prairie. “You guys in?” I was about to say no when Karen spoke up.

“Yeah, we’re in. Sounds like fun.” I didn’t think she’d been drinking or smoking anything, so all I did was kiss her the rest of the way out to Jan’s farm. ‘The barn’ was actually across the road from his house so we could pull in and out without raising suspicion from the parents. We’d used it on a couple of occasions when we double dated and had a stash of blankets and some beer in the hayloft. I started to leave the new box of condoms in the car and then grabbed them at the last second. Ever hopeful.

“You sure you’re okay with this, Karen? I mean there isn’t much to do up in the loft.”

“We can talk. And kiss some more. And… Terry, I made it to graduation. I don’t need to wait until Sunday. Take me up there and make love to me.” Well, sure!

Brenda was already topless by the time we reached the top of the ladder to the loft. She turned toward us and wiggled her boobs back and forth before dropping her skirt to the ground. She wasn’t wearing panties. That was all we saw before Jan covered her boobs with his hands and we went around the pole to our own nest in the hay.

“Um… Could we take it a little slower than that?” Karen asked. “It’s my first time.”

“Karen, we’ll go as fast or slow and as far as you want. I just love being able to kiss you again. We had some fun back in December.”

“Yeah, we sure did. I decided back then that you’d get my cherry. But if we’d kept dating, I wouldn’t have lasted till February. I hope you don’t mind waiting.”

We started kissing and for the first time we started heavy petting. I mean, I’d felt up her boobs when we were dating, but it didn’t take us long before our shirts were untucked and my hand was caressing her bare breast with her bra pushed up.

“My bra is cutting into me. Unfasten it, please.” I did as the lady asked and she unbuttoned her shirt so that when the bra was unfastened, she let both the shirt and bra fall to the straw. I pulled my shirt over my head and just looked at her for a minute. “Am I okay?” she asked. There was a little quaver in her voice and I rushed to pull her into my arms.

“Okay? You’re magnificent. I never thought I’d see your breasts.”

“You’re the first guy who has. Kiss me some more. I’m a little scared.”

We kissed and completely enjoyed touching each other, little by little losing the rest of our clothes. I had a raging hardon pressed against her belly while my hand sought out the slick wetness between her legs. She moaned and rolled onto her back with her legs spread for me.

“Do you have… you know… a condom?”

“Yeah. Are you ready?”

“I don’t think I can get any more ready. Please, do it.” I ripped open a condom and rolled it on then lay down on my back. “What?”

“It’s your first time. I don’t want to force my way in. If you get on top, you can control how fast and how deep.”

“You’re so thoughtful. I knew I chose right.” She straddled me and I could feel her wetness as she trapped my cock between her pussy and my stomach as we kissed. Then she pushed up and grabbed my cock to get it into position while I fondled her boobs some more. She was more than a handful and had really sensitive nipples that I gently stroked with my thumbs. She started panting and I felt myself lodge between her lips. One good thrust and I’d be in her. I controlled myself and waited. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” she panted and then she fell back on my cock. She was really wet and slick. I didn’t feel any obstruction as I slid in. I’d heard it wasn’t uncommon for girls not to have a hymen intact by the time they reached puberty. And if they were regular tampon users, it was even less likely.

“Are you okay, Karen?”

“Okay? Oh God, yes! So good.” She began rising and falling on my cock as I began to meet her with gentle thrusts. So good was so right! Even with a condom, I wasn’t going to last long. I had naked Karen in my hands and she had my cock in her pussy. This was just too good.

“Oh, Karen. I’m… I can’t stop.”

“Yes. I want to feel it. Yes.” I let go and blasted a load into the condom as she continued to chant, “Yes, yes, yes.” And then she went rigid and sucked in a lungful of air. We hadn’t been loud, though I imagined if they listened, Brenda and Jan could hear us. I didn’t want Karen to scream, though. I pulled her down to me and kissed her. Her tongue slid into my mouth with a moan and we stayed that way for a few minutes. I was softening and held onto the condom while she rolled off me. “That was better than I ever thought it would be. I didn’t expect to have an orgasm the first time.”

“I hope you have an orgasm every time.”

“Yeah. I know you’re leaving in a couple of weeks for that summer school thing you’re doing but could we do this again before you go?”

“As much as you’d like. How about now?”

“Really? Oh, yes!”

We didn’t leave the hay loft until just before sunrise. I had a stack of used condoms to dispose of and we’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms for a while. We got together again the next weekend but she begged off the following one because her period started. I took her a few flowers and she kissed me tenderly.

“Have a good summer, Terry. OU is lucky they’ll be getting you this fall. Thank you for everything.”

Jan and Sue asked me to join them that night, but that’s a different story.

It was two years later that I next heard about Wendy. Yeah. She was the purpose of this story. Turns out she followed me to Athens, Ohio and enrolled at Ohio University. My fall was nearly ruined. I had a girlfriend, CeeCee, by then and we were involved in the college theater group. Sure enough, first auditions, Wendy showed up. She didn’t get a part but she volunteered for all kinds of things. Really impressed the director. She was in the theater every day, painting scenery, helping with lights, sewing costumes, getting the director coffee.

I couldn’t turn around without running into her. We were doing a rock musical adaptation of The Birds. Not the horror film by Hitchcock but the ancient Greek comedy by Aristophanes. I didn’t have a big part, just part of the chorus. I tended to hang onto my perch longer than others leaving after rehearsal until I could see the way was clear. Then I’d run for my residence hall.

Our rooms were doubles with a bath shared by the next room over. It was a co-ed residence hall divided by floor. Girls on first and third and boys on second and fourth. It wasn’t that unusual to see a girl slip out of a boy’s room on our floor. I suppose I might have been seen slipping out of my CeeCee’s room once or twice. Anyway, my roommate was gone for the weekend as he often was, which made it easy for CeeCee and me to get together in my room. So, I never thought twice about it when there was a knock on my door Saturday night. I just flung it open.

There was Wendy. I mean it wasn’t like she’d just dropped by. She was in a filmy transparent negligée. Those nipples I’d caught glimpses of two and a half years ago were on prominent display. I could see her bush through the negligée, which could only mean she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Ah… um… ah… Wendy…”

“I’m here for you, Terry. Take me. Make me yours forever.”

“No. No. We can’t do that. You aren’t looking for me. Go find someone who wants what you want.”

“Don’t you want me? You can touch my little titties. I want you to suck them. I want you to put your big hard penis in me and make babies. I’ll be your slave, Terry.”

“What the fuck is going on here?” CeeCee stood in the open doorway behind Wendy. I was back by my desk with a chair between us.

“He’s my boyfriend now. You can go,” Wendy said.

“No! That’s not right. CeeCee’s my girlfriend.”

“You don’t need her anymore.”

“You think so,” CeeCee said stepping around her so she could face the intruder. “Ha!” CeeCee was just in a T-shirt and sweats, which was how we usually hung around in the dorm. She lifted the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it over her head. CeeCee wasn’t huge on top, but she had plenty there. I loved playing with her breasts and sucking on her nipples and she liked it, too. She started pulling her sweats down. “Go ahead. Strip. Let’s just see if Terry likes your puny little tits better than these. You’ve got a lot of hair between your legs. Think Terry would prefer that to my slick shaved pussy? Come on. Put up or shut up.”

I think Wendy tried to pull her negligée off but her hands wouldn’t cooperate. Instead one was slapped across her breasts and the other over her bush. She started to cry. I almost went to comfort her but CeeCee grabbed my hand and pulled it to her breast. She wasn’t giving any slack and stepped in front of me so she could guide my other hand to her slit. God! She was getting turned on by this.

“That’s so gross!” Wendy gasped.

“Yeah. We like it gross. Go away little girl. And don’t come back.”

“I can’t go out like this!”

“You came here like that. Just hustle your little buns back to your residence hall the same way you got here. Get!” CeeCee yelled. Wendy backed up out the door and CeeCee slammed it shut on her and locked it. Then she turned to me. “Now you get out of your clothes and fuck me wild!” Which is exactly what I did.

I didn’t see Wendy again. There was a rumor that one of the tech crew who had been trying to date her went missing at the same time. Maybe they found true love. Or maybe he was just a sacrifice. Regardless, that’s how I got rid of my first stalker.

Of course, I never told my wife about that.

Chapter 5

THE SUMMER AFTER senior year in high school—what I like to call the summer of bliss—started off with what had to be the strangest event of my young life. You already know Karen and I were together for a week, making out and making love whenever we could. Then Mother Nature interfered and we called our relationship to a halt as I was preparing to leave for my summer gig. That weekend, Jan and Sue asked me to double with them and told me not to worry about a date because they had it covered.

That was a relief. I was pretty disappointed that Karen and I came to such an abrupt conclusion. I knew we weren’t together for the long haul. We’d talked all the way back in December about our plans after school. I lucked out with a summer internship in Colorado that would keep me busy until time for classes to start in Athens. She was going east in the fall and had been accepted to a fancy women’s college in Massachusetts. I guess she decided not to go there as a virgin. But I really didn’t feel much like trying to find a last-minute date.

They picked me up Saturday evening early enough to get to the movie theater in Lima.

“Uh… When are we picking up my date?” I asked.

“You’ll meet your date at the theater,” Sue said. Oh. Okay. I guessed that made sense. I wished I’d had a little chance to get to know her before we were in a dark theater. But I was only along because they needed a date for this friend, anyway. Every question I asked was answered by Sue. “You’ll see when we get there.” I was just a little worried she was setting me up with Wendy. Then I was hopeful that Marilyn was in town. That would be cool! I decided to just relax and let the evening take whatever turn it wanted to.

Good choice.

We got popcorn and hung around the lobby until the movie was almost ready to start. It looked like I’d been stood up.

“Come on. There’s no sense standing around out here,” Sue said. I thought it was strange that Jan hadn’t said anything all evening. Sue grabbed my hand as her other was caught in Jan’s and I was led into the theater. The lights had already gone down and the logo for Universal came on screen. We were seeing the new Steve Martin movie, Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid. I settled in a seat with Sue between Jan and me. She used her elbows to push the armrests up without letting go of either of our hands.

Call me slow, but I didn’t figure out what was happening until she pulled Jan’s arm around her shoulders and firmly placed mine on her bare thigh.

“I hope you don’t mind being my other date tonight,” Sue whispered. I looked across her to Jan and he just grinned at me, letting his hand slip off her shoulder and down to her boob. Sue slid my hand up her thigh under her skirt. Holy fuck! We were going to double team her!

Well, suffice it to say that I have no idea what the movie was all about. Sue took turns kissing Jan and me. We took turns fondling her breasts and her pussy. There was way too much going on to pay attention to the movie. I think I was sucking on her left tit when the movie ended and she quickly pushed us away to pull her shirt down and pull up her panties.

“Get in front,” she ordered me when we got to the car. I obeyed but thought it was a weird idea. That would put her in the back seat with Jan driving. No such thing. She held the door until I had my seatbelt fastened and then she slid onto my lap and closed it. Jan had an automatic, so his right hand was free to run up and down Sue’s leg. She tucked my hand under her shirt to her bare boob and said, “Hang on tight.” I don’t know how tight it was, but I certainly focused on caressing those soft boobs and hard nipples. It didn’t take long before we pulled up in front of Jan’s barn.

We piled out of the car and ran for the ladder into the loft. Jan went up first to hold his hand for Sue. She pressed something into my hand and I realized she had given me her panties. I followed her bare butt up the ladder.

“I love you two guys,” Sue said after kissing each of us soundly. God! She was a good kisser. “I’ve wanted you both all year. You’ll do this for me, won’t you?”

“Both?” I said.

“At the same time,” she replied.

Jan and I had seen each other naked plenty of times in the locker room. It didn’t seem all that strange to strip with him while Sue shimmied out of her skirt and lifted her T-shirt over her head. That girl was something else. I was reminded of how much I liked sex with her. She started by sucking us both, stroking the cock that wasn’t in her mouth. I figured she had a plan for this and I’d just go with it. She drank down all the semen we produced on that first go-round. We kissed and then she started kissing Jan. I just worked my way south until I had my face planted between her legs. Marilyn had taught me what to look for and how to tongue her clit, but surprisingly there were few girls that would let a guy go down on them in high school. I fucked a lot more than I ate pussy. Sue didn’t mind. She spread her legs and let me at it.

I loved the taste of Marilyn, but Sue made me harder than a rock even though I’d just come in her mouth. She managed another climax while she was sucking Jan soon thereafter.

“How do you want to do this, Babe?” Jan asked. It was about the first thing I’d heard him say all night.

“Terry, lie down and I’ll get on top. Jan, get right behind me.” It dawned on me that she was going to take one of us in her pussy and one in her ass. Neither Jan nor I was huge. We had plenty, but we were no porn stars. “Hold me up so I can use both hands, Ter,” she whispered. I knew what that meant and put a palm on each tit. Sue was so excited she was dripping. I simply couldn’t believe it was happening. But disbelief was just beginning.

Once she had both hands free, she reached between her legs and grabbed our cocks, holding them tightly together. I really wasn’t expecting that! Then she wiped the heads through her flooding slit and lined us up so she could back onto both our cocks at the same time. In her pussy! Once the heads were inside, we just kept sinking. Jan was practically lying on top of both Sue and me as both our cocks collected the juice from her pussy. We started sliding around a little and in a minute got into a rhythm of back and forth thrust and withdraw.

Sue was delirious. “Yeah! Yeah! I wanted this so much. Thank you. Thank you. You’re the best guys in the whole school. Thank you. More!” I couldn’t believe she could take both of us plowing her pussy like this. She never struck me as being loose down there but this was really tight. And I realized part of the stim was coming from my friend’s cock. That kind of thinking will kill the buzz. I blocked it out and just kept sawing in and out of Sue’s pussy.

I’m not sure whose cock started pulsing first, but when we went off, so did Sue. Big time. That was when I realized we’d just shot into her with no condom.

“Shit! We aren’t wearing condoms.”

“It’s okay,” Sue said. “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry.”

“Really?”

“Really, Baby. I was prepared for this.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. She was on the pill. I was pretty sure none of us had a communicable disease, so I didn’t worry about it anymore. We both popped out of her and she pulled us to her mouth to lick us clean. We cuddled up with Jan on one side of her and me on the other. There were a lot of kisses back and forth and we dozed off a bit. Sometime during the night, both Jan and I left another load in her pussy. One at a time. She’d had double penetration and was happy with that, even if a little sore.

I’d landed a really good internship at the Colorado Rocky Mountain Theatre Camp in Glenwood Springs. I’d be there for a little over three months before I moved straight to my residence hall at Ohio University. It was tough looking at my old room and realizing I was going off on my own. I guess I wanted the security of ‘my stuff.’ I jammed just about everything I could into my car. I’d built a set model for Lysistrata in my technical theatre class and was pretty proud of it but there just wasn’t room to cram it into the car, so it got left behind. Any clothing that still fit went with me. I’m a guy, so it’s not like I had a bunch of stuffed animals and dolls to pack.

There were some other things I just didn’t feel like I needed to pack. Speech awards, some photos of the shows I’d been in, high school stuff I’d never use again, like my yearbooks. They’d wait for me. Eventually, I was all packed.

I saw Jan and Sue just before I left on Wednesday the next week. Sue was leaning on Jan but pulled herself up to give me a really nice kiss before I got in my new car to head west. Jan shook my hand and wished me luck. He was planning to go to the local extension for a year while he took over more and more of the farm work from his dad. Sue said she was just going to get a job and settle down.

“Thank you for being part of my fun, Terry.”

“Thank you for teaching me to kiss,” I answered. “You guys be good. I’ll try to see you this winter sometime.” They waved as I drove off.

Oh, yeah. My new car. Dad took me out two days before I left and bought me a graduation present. A 1965 Corvair Monza coupe. Bright red. I wondered if Dad was intentionally trying to kill me, but I got behind the wheel and drove off to Colorado for the summer of bliss. But that’s another story.

Somehow it never worked out for me to meet up with Sue or Jan when I was back in town. There was a fire that summer and Mom and Dad lost everything. They were all safe, but they decided it was time to move to Lima so Dad would be closer to work. My sister decided to remake her image as a freshman in a new school. I couldn’t believe she became a cheerleader. I remembered a time when I’d seen our head cheerleader naked in the hayloft as she got ready to fuck Jan. I was… Well, I guess I never got back to Prairie after that. I was involved in rep shows and on my brief breaks I didn’t get past Lima. I missed our ten year class reunion because I was working in Minneapolis. Then I started working at a new theater in Oregon where I eventually met my wife. Yeah. That’s another story, too.

But my wife bugged me about going to my class reunion so after twenty years, I ended up sitting at a table with Sue and Jan. What a trip. Jan poked me in the arm while the ladies were gossiping.

“Let’s go have a smoke.” I sometimes had a cigarette, but I usually had my pipe with me. I didn’t that night. Jan handed me a cigar. It wasn’t a huge thing but it had a great taste. “Look at this,” Jan said as we stood beneath a street light. He held out a photo and I looked at it. It was a young man in a graduation gown and cap.

“Your son?” I asked.

“Yeah. And yours.” I stared at him. “Sue got pregnant that night she was with the two of us.”

“And you married her to give the child a father?”

“No. I’d already asked her to marry me before she told me she was pregnant. It was like icing on the cake. I really have to thank you for that.”

“Thank me? Jan, I’m just glad the two of you have been happy together for twenty years and have such a fine son.”

“That’s what I have to thank you for. We didn’t know if he was yours or mine and neither of us cared. He’s a great kid. I never imagined I could love a kid like that. So, Sue and I decided we’d do it again. After a year of trying, we had the doctors run a bunch of tests. I… uh… ‘don’t have any motile sperm,’ is the way the doctor described it. We tried a few therapies and drugs, but nothing happened. I guess it was when I had mumps as a child. It killed off my sperm production. That’s why I’m thanking you, Terry. Without you, I’d never have had this incredible boy in my life. I understand if you want to meet him. We told him when he graduated from high school that we’d had a sperm donor, so he knows he has a biological father. Just, please don’t be mad at us, Terry. I love that kid as much as I love his mother.”

That was a preview of Things I Never Told My Wife. To read the rest purchase the book.

Add «Things I Never Told My Wife» to Cart