Life for me continued on into spring and track season. I ran in to 1500 and 800 meter races and was pretty good. I even finished in first place in one meet and second in two others. I had made a name for myself in track as well as cross country in the fall of my sophomore year. I had improved so much that, in the state meet, I finished second overall. The coaches were buzzing about my times and the entire school seemed to know who I was. I was turning into a “big man on campus”.
I academic achievements were starting to gather some attention from the faculty as well. I had a 4.0 accumulative GPA and a candidate for the National Honor Society Student of the Year award. I was riding high and I loved it.
One day in the middle of a mid-term exam in Advanced Chemistry, a student enter the testing room and went over to the teacher and handed him a note. The teacher approached my desk and leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Mr. Morgan, you are to report to the principal’s office.”
I asked, “Now, in the middle of an exam?”
“Yes, I believe so,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
I turned my exam over on my desk and quietly headed for the office. After arriving as summoned, I was escorted into the office by a rather sad looking secretary as the principal stood up offering me a chair, which I declined. He said to me, “Benjamin, I have some bad news for you. I’ve just heard from the hospital that your mother has passed away this afternoon. I am so sorry for your loss, Benjamin. Of course you will want to go home right away and we have someone to drive you.”
I thought for a moment and then said, “Thank you Mr. Baker, but that won’t be necessary. I appreciate your concern but I would like to return to my Chemistry class and finish my exam now, if that is all.”
A look of shock came over his face. He had no idea that I had expected this news for most of my life, that I could honestly say that I had no real connection with my mother and, although I was sad to hear of her passing, I was more concern about passing my Chemistry mid-term at that particular moment. He indicated that I was free to leave and I did.
I got a reputation around school of being rather odd and a loner of sorts. Even during track season, most of my team mates didn’t really have much to do with me. Even after I won the state meet in the 800 meters, I felt isolated and alone.
That continued into me junior year and cross country season. Although I was training hard, as hard as I ever had, my times and results were not up to expectations. I was no longer the dream child of the coaches and other runners but I had fallen back to the classification of an ordinary runner.
So after a disappointing year, I was mulling over my future as a cross country runner. The only problem was that I loved to run and train. Maybe the coach would let me train with the team but not run in meets. I’d have to discuss it with him.
One day in November, I was at my locker, retrieving a book for my next class, when I was approached by a lovely looking girl. She came up and said, “Hi Ben, I’m Linda, Linda Morris, I’ve seen you around a lot and I was just wondering if you had a date yet for the Winter Dance next Saturday. Maybe if you don’t, maybe you’d like to ask me to go. I was just wondering,” she let her voice trail off and die in mid sentence.
I thought for a moment and then responded, “I’d love to take you, Linda, What time do I pick you up?”
A look of shocked acknowledgement came over her face, “O, great,” she stammered. “Uh, about 7 or 7:30 I guess,” she continued to search for words.
“Well, is it 7 or 7:30?” I asked again.
“Uh, 7:30, yes make it 7:30,” she throughout.
“And what color?” I asked.
“Color?” she looked confused by my question.
“For your corsage, this is a formal dance isn’t it?” I asked almost in astonishment.
“O yes for the corsage, yes it is formal and it is blue, baby blue,” she added sheepishly.
“Okay then, a baby blue corsage next Saturday evening at 7:30, right?” I confirmed with her.
“That’s right,” she said, looking like a deer I head lights.
“You can write down your address and leave it here at my locker because I’ve got to go or else I’ll be late for my class. Thank you, Linda for asking me, I appreciate it and we’ll have fun,” I said and turned to walk away.
Linda walked back to a gathering of girls holding her mouth with her eyes wide open. They all greeted her in a circle of laughter and squeals. I laughed to myself as I head towards my class. I had a date to the Winter Dance in a week and with a very attractive girl named Linda.
That night over dinner, I asked my father if I could borrow his car for the dance, knowing that he never used it after dark. He thought for a minute and then said, “Well, I guess it is about time for you to get a car of your own. Why don’t you go down to Emery’s lot tomorrow and pick one out? Nothing new and not anything fancy. Tell Jim I’ll be by to settle up with him tomorrow after work.”
The next day I went shopping for my first car, down at Emery’s car lot. My father didn’t really set any limits other than nothing new. So I looked at Mustangs, Honda Civics, even a Low Rider pickup, but finally settled on late model, low miles Camry that I just fell in love with. It was classy and stylish but got good gas mileage. I drove it home that afternoon and immediately washed it, although it didn’t need it. I was busting with pride over my new car.
When I drove it to school the next day, it turned a few heads but especially the head of a certain 5’ 8” 110 pound beauty named Linda that should have been looking. She ran up to the car as I parked it in the parking lot and exclaimed, “O Ben is this yours? It’s beautiful, can I sit in it?”
Of course I said yes and she popped into the passengers seat, grinning broadly as she sat there admiring the interior. As she craned her next, looking all around, she asked, “Did you just get it?”
“Yesterday, after school, I picked it out,” I said proudly.
“O I love it Ben, it’s so luxurious, real classy, not like those other cars that guys pick out, you know those same ol’ Mustangs and those ridiculous Low Rider things. I think this shows your maturity,” she said with a sense of pride in her. Then she did something very unexpected, she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
It was just a soft little peck, it meant nothing, I think, but it caused me to start to feel flush in the face as she hurriedly said, “I’ve got to get going or I’ll be late to class. Thanks for letting me sit in your car, Ben. See ya later,” and she ran off towards the building.
I watched her run and noticed her skirt flew up a little and I could see more of her long firm legs. This caused a stirring in my groin and I thought, “Ben, ol’ boy, settle down now. I know it’s been a long time since you’ve been with anyone other than Rosie Palm, but this girl is different. Play your cards a little different, a little slower and you might be surprised at the outcome.”
I thought about Linda all that morning. I knew who she was but never had the opportunity to get to know her as a person. She was bright, in a lot of my advanced classes and, heck, she was darn good looking, didn’t know why I never had any interest in her before.
Maybe I was just a little gun shy in spite of the fact I had finally filled out and was starting to look like a young man. My weight of 185 pounds was more proportionate to my height of 6’ 2” and I actually had to shave every day. I had a little chest hair that extended down around my navel and blended into my Jockeys real nicely. Yes, I could honestly say I was growing up into a fairly attractive young man. Except for the small scar on my right cheek bone, I didn’t think I was unattractive, nothing to put in the movies or anything like that, but I could be seen around babies without fear of causing them to start crying. I don’t know, overall, I was pleased with the way I had grown up, in spite of my family life.
That day after school, no practice, Cross Country was over for the year and we didn’t start Track for another three months, I headed home and pulled into the driveway beside of where Father parked his car. After chugging on the milk jug for an instant, I went into my room. My eyes went to my dresser immediately and settled on what was on top, sitting there in plain view. It was a dozen condoms left there by, I presumed, my father. Holy cow, he was worried I didn’t have protection. I wondered what he thought his little boy had been doing for the last couple of years.
Time seemed to fly by and then it was Saturday, the night of the Winter Dance. I must admit, I was nervous as hell as I drove over to Linda’s house to pick her up. It was exactly 7:30 when I rang the doorbell. I adjusted my bowtie in the reflection in the door’s window and when it opened, I was introduced for the first time to Mrs. Morris.
“You must be Ben; I’m Jean Morris, Linda’s mother. Come in won’t you,” she said enthusiastically. “Linda,” she yelled out, “Ben is here. Please come on in and meet the family, Ben,” she insisted, guiding me into the living room.
“Ben, this is my husband, Doug Morris and our son Lawrence,” she made the introductions.
“Mr. Morris, happy to meet you,” I extended my hand to him.
“Hi Ben, I’m Larry,” he said, rolling his eyes at his mothers use of his formal name. Larry was about 13 or so, I guessed, and seemed to be a nice kid.
“And this is our little Ronnie, Ben,” she continued on with the introductions. “Can you say hello to Ben, Ronnie?” she tried to pry a hello out of the shy little lad. Being maybe 3 or 4 and quite a “momma’s boy”, he buried his face in his mother’s skirt and put his fist up to his mouth.
I squatted down and said gently to Ronnie, “Hi there big guy. My name is Benjamin. Can you shake my hand?” as I extended it out to the boy. He looked out from her skirt for a second and then turned towards me and took my hand in his and with one shake, we were buddies.
About that time Linda made her appearance and what an appearance it was. My jaw must have dropped a foot because when I saw the first vision of her, it took my breath away. She was wearing a baby blue gown, strapless and tight fitting at the bodice, but it was flowing in the skirt and it trailed down to her mid-calf and she was wearing matching pumps. My eyes went back up to her face and it was radiant. Her soft skin glowed with enthusiasm, her lovely light brown hair was pinned up in a bun and her chest was adorned with a single strand of pearls. She looked like an angle.
She stood by, patiently waiting for the overview to be completed, and she finally indicated through her eyes that it was time to put on her corsage. Fortunately for me, I had picked out a wrist corsage so I alleviated the moment of embarrassment of trying to find a place to pin it on.
We took the obligatory photos, just the two of us all dressed to the nines. We made the necessary promises to be home on time and to drive carefully and the one between father and date about “taking care of my daughter”, everyone knows what that meant, and off we went towards to school and the dance.
I decided to break the ice with a little humor so I said, “Boy Linda, you clean up real good,” in my most “hickish” voice.
She laughed in a guffaw sort of way and said with a slug to my shoulder, “Gosh, you too, Benny.” I froze for a moment when she referred to me as Benny. That was Sissy name for me and I didn’t know if I liked anyone else using it. Then I thought, “What the hell, she didn’t know that the name had any special meaning for me and, besides, I kind of liked being called Benny again. Especially by someone that I think I could learn to like, a lot.
As soon as we arrived, I knew that this night was something special. We talked like we had been best friend for our entire lives. We joked and laughed, teased and poked fun at each other, but we were also serious when it was appropriate, like during the slow dances. At first we would just dance along with a respectable distance between us, but as the night progressed and we got along so well, that distance became non-existent.
On the final slow dance, we were dancing cheek to cheek and you couldn’t have slid a piece of paper between our bodies. I gently moved my head down and she looked upward and then we kissed. It was a gentle kiss, a light kiss. But it told me more than the most passionate kiss I have ever had. There was so much warmth and caring and, yes love, in that one innocent touching of lips that I wanted to hug her with all my might.
We said our goodbyes to our friends and walked to my car, hand in hand. As I was about to open the door for her, she stopped and turned to me. We both immediately knew what to do. We gave each other a deep romantic hug, followed by a bigger kiss. It lingered into a passionate kiss and then an erotic kiss.
As we opened our mouths wide, we began to explore the depths of each others mouths; our tongues meeting in the middle. My hands were all over her bare back and my crotch pressing into her slowing gown.
She was starting to pant with eager anticipation when she suddenly whispered into my ear, “Ben, I want to slow down a little, okay? It feels so right, but I want to slow down and take it easy, you know slower. Do you mind, Ben? I know I’ve teased you by letting things get this far, but can we slow down a little, please?” she panted in my ear.
I stopped what I was doing with the pressing into her groin area with my own, but did not release her from my arms. I said, panting a little myself, “You want to slow down? I think that would be a good a
idea or else, in a minute, I don’t think I would be able to. Linda, I’ve had such a good time tonight that it almost seems natural to move to the next step. But you are right, we should take it slow, let it build naturally into whatever we decide we want it to be.”
I removed my hand from her back and moved them up to cradle her jaw and then kissed her again, gently this time. “We’ll take it slow, okay?” I said.
“O Ben, thank you for understanding,” she said with a tear running down her cheek.
“What’s this?” I asked, wiping the tear from her cheek. “I didn’t think that by quitting, you’d start crying.”
She just smiled a nervous smile and snuggled up in my chest.
I drove her home and we were there in plenty of time before the curfew that was imposed by her parents. I walked her to the front door and I held her in my arms. “I had a wonderful night Linda. Thank you so much for inviting me to the dance. Maybe next Saturday we can do it again, not the formal dance thing, but, if you had fun tonight, would you consider going out with me next weekend?”
“Well, Benjamin Morgan, are you asking me out on a date?” she asked in her best southern belle accent.
“Why, yes Miss Linda, I reckon I am,” I responded in character.
“Well, it will be my pleasure to accept,” she said.
I bent down and kissed her on the lips and then said, “Well, thanks again. We’ll see you at school on Monday then.”
“Okay, Ben,” and reached up and gave me another big kiss. She then retreated into the house as I turned and went back to my car.
As I drove home that night, I actually felt like I was floating and that sensation did not leave me. I seemed to smile a lot, I felt light on my feet and I wanted to run, so run I did. The very next day I ran for hours, just a slow, steady run. I had to keep myself under control or I would be sprinting over the trails. I ran hill and dale, over fields, golf courses, down by the lake and through the park. I had never felt so happy and free in my life.
I have sense analyzed that feeling I felt back then, and I can not explain it today any better than I could back then. It was a euphoric feeling, like I had finally found what I had been searching for my entire life, but I didn’t know I had been searching for anything. I didn’t even know this girl, in all reality, and yet just the thought of her brought out that feeling all over again. I didn’t know it but I think this was my first real love.
That next Saturday on our date, we spent most of the time just talking. We talked about our younger years, hers more than mine, for obvious reasons. We talked about our families, again hers more than mine, about our goals and aspirations in life and about our individual thoughts on life in general. Before we knew it, the clock told us that we had better cut off our conversation and get her home.
We stayed in the car for a moment when we pulled up at her house and I leaned over the middle consol and tried to give her a kiss. That’s when I realized that I should have bought a car with a bench seat in it instead of buckets seats. That was all right though, because, in keeping with our “go slow” pledge, I could not trust myself with a bench seat anyway.
We made a date for the next week that night and that was the beginning of a steady dating pattern for us. We had officially become a “couple”. We would walk together in school, whenever we had the opportunity, sometimes walking hand in hand. We would always go out of our way to meet each other and share our lunch time together and I would always take her home after school let out. Yes, we were definitely a “couple”.
This kept up for well over a month. We were constantly together, whenever possible that is, and we both loved that time. We grew as a couple, getting to know each other, mentally if not physically, and we felt a real connection between us. So much so that I, for one, thought more than once about the possibility that I just might have found my soul mate.
In the very early spring, I think it was around March or so, the Spring Fling Dance was scheduled and I already knew who was going to be my date. I went to pick her up at her house that Saturday night and, by that time, I had become part of the family at the Morris house. I was talking to Ronnie when she made her appearance. I stopped my conversation the moment I saw her. Ronnie even stopped talking and looked at her. She was unbelievably beautiful.
She wore her hair down over her bare shoulders. That vision framed her gorgeous face, with just a hint of make-up accenting her lovely features. She was wearing a choker necklace featuring a golden locket that fell down her breast bone and drew your attention to her strapless dress. It was pure white stain from top to bottom. It fit her body snuggly, all the way down until it flared just above her knees where it opened into a provocative slit in the front.
I stood there mesmerized for a moment, trying to take it all in. She smiled and asked, “Do you like it?”
I presumed that she was talking about the dress so I answered, “Gosh, what’s not to like. Linda, you look fantastic.”
After I had promised Mr. Morris, for the twentieth time since the first time I took out his daughter, that I would have her home at a certain time and that I would drive carefully, we left for the dance. We had a wonderful time that evening but at one point during the dance, we found ourselves standing at my locker, down the dimly lit hallway, all by ourselves.
I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer and drew her into my arms as I gave her a long, draw out, open mouthed kiss. She responded in kind and as she put her arms around my neck, she pulled herself out of her dress a little and her strapless bra became more than visible as her dress slipped down a little.
This caused my restraint to evaporate and my hand went to her right breast and engulfed the entire globe. She started to pull away, but that resistance only lasted a brief second. She then, obviously loving the sensation of my touch, increased the pressure of her kiss and plunged herself and her tongue deep within my mouth in an uncontrollable sign of permissive acceptance.
I took advantage of this moment and released some of my pent up, self imposed restraint, by continuing to press hard on her breast, feeling the soft yet firm resistance of her hand-sized flesh. She was getting turned on now as she finally was feeling the warmth that I felt for her and she was reciprocating with her acquiescence. I moved my hand from the outside of her bra covered breast to the inside by inserting my hand into her bra. She let out a loud moan and then moved my hand away.
“Ben, we can’t do this here. We’ll get caught. O Ben, I love you, I really do. I want to feel you just like this but not here, not tonight,” she whispered in a husky voice, full of lust. “O God, Benny, I do want you, you know that don’t you? But I want it to be right. Not like this, not here. Do you understand?”
I did understand, but it was hard to quit once I got the opportunity. She did say that she wanted it and so did I, so I said, “O Linda, I want you, too. I realize that I have fallen in love with you and I want to prove it by taking the next step in our relationship. But I will wait until the right time. I want it to be special, too, and standing here at my locker is not the ideal place or time. Although, we did meet right here at my locker, so maybe…” I added and slowly started to grope for her breast once again.
She started to giggle as she backed away from my hand and pulled up her dress to cover her exposed bra cup. Then, smoothing her dress out in front she said, “We had better get back to the dance,” and we walked hand in hand back towards the student center.
All the next week, we were walking on eggs shells around each other, afraid to make the first comment on our decision we made that Saturday night. Neither of us brought it up, but you can assume it was on both of our minds. Finally, after nearly two weeks of this nonsense, Linda informed me that this next Saturday, her parents were taking Larry to an awards banquet for his baseball team, they had won their district and were to get their trophy, and she had been asked to babysit Ronnie for the night, until around 10:00 or 10:30. She was asked if I would mind coming over and helping with my buddy Ronnie and after they got home we could go out for a coke or something. She, of course said yes.
I felt that it would be nice to just sit around, relax and enjoy talking for a change, instead of not talking about our next move. Maybe she had changed her mind about the next step and if she did, then that was fine. But we needed to talk about it and come to an understanding, instead of skirting the subject all together.
So I pulled up in front of their house around 6 that next Saturday and went to the front door and just as I was about to ring the bell, the front door opened and Ronnie was there in my arms for his hug.
“How’s it going, Buddy,” I said enthusiastically and picked him up and turned him head down. “Huh, ol’ Buddy, how’s it going, huh, I can’t hear you. Speak up,” I said, tinkling his tummy as I turned him around and around.
“I’m okay,” he kept insisting in between his laughs and giggles.
“And how about you there?” acknowledging Linda with a smile and a kiss.
“How come you always kiss my sister like that,” Ronnie asked, still laughing.
“Because I like to and you will like to kiss your girlfriend one day, too,” I told him with another tickle.
“Yuck, I won’t kiss a girl on the mouth like that ever,” he said making a face at the thought.
“I know what you mean, it’s really yucky isn’t it,” I agreed, stealing a glance at Linda.
She looked over at me with a playfully disgusted look on her face and told her bother to go on and wash up for dinner. He hit the floor running as he sped to the bathroom to wash his hands.
“Yucky, huh?” she said, coming up to me with a sexy stroll. “We’ll just have to see just how “yucky” you think it is after we put that little “Urchin” to bed in a couple of hours. In the mean time, how about giving me a real kiss?”
I took her into my arms and gave her the sexiest look I could muster and then proceeded to give her a warm, sensual kiss that had the intended desire of curling her toe nails. We broke it off when we heard, “O yuck, there you go again, always kissing her.”
We watched a movie with Ronnie, his favorite, a Disney movie, and then I took him upstairs to tuck him into bed. He insisted on me telling him a story, so by the time I had finished, it was a good half hour later. Making my way back to the living room, I looked around but didn’t see Linda.
She snuck up behind me and put her arms around my waist as I felt her press her pelvis into my butt. I turned around and a look of shock must have crossed my face. She had changed into her pajamas and she had the sexiest look on her face.
“I thought maybe you wanted to tuck me in too,” she purred putting her arms around my neck.
“Wow, I sure do, but,” glancing at my watch, “we only have about an hour and a half before your parents come home.”
“Only an hour and a half?” she toyed, “How much time do you need?”
“O lots and lots of time,” I said starting to kiss her passionately.
My hand went to her back as I pulled her into my waiting embrace. She wasn’t wearing a bra, I couldn’t feel a bra. My response was sudden and forceful as I pulled her even harder as I crushed into her body. We made our way over to the couch as she reclined back into it, with me following her lips and finding myself lying on top of her.
She spread her legs to accommodate me and I felt the warmth radiating from between her legs. As I continued to kiss her on her open mouth, I drove my tongue deep within it and she put hers into mine. We fenced back and forth for awhile as our passion built. My hand moved to her breast as she moved her mouth from my kiss and she cuddled my neck with her chin.
I was squeezing the fleshiness of her breast through her pajama top; a cotton like blouse that buttoned down the front and said “Princess” across the front. Somewhere between the “n” and “c”, I found an opening between the buttons and ran my fingers in and felt the freshness of skin. As my hand unbuttoned a restraint, it opened up to expose a beautiful, firm breast, begging to be fondled. So I looked down at the partially exposed, bare breast and then at her. Hers eyes were inviting me onward so I slowly took my other hand and unbuttoned her top, one button at a time. When I had completed this task, I very slowly moved the top out of the way, exposing her entire chest for my inspection.
As I feasted my eyes upon them, my hand literally started its inspection tour. They were neither gigantic nor small, but just right. Her nipples were smallish, brown in color and getting harder with every contact my hand made with them. I settled on her right one first, rubbing just the stiffening nubbin into a rock hard pebble. I tweaked it between my thumb and forefinger and she arched her back in appreciation, as a soft moan escaped her mouth.
After hardening both of her nipples, I moved my face up to them and started suckling on them. Taking one at a time between my lips, I ran my tongue over and over it and sucked on it gently but firmly. This caused another moan from her as she wiggled her hips under my weight. I took that as a signal to expand my exploration.
I eased up off of her groin area with my hip and leg, as I slowly traced my touch down over the waistband of her pajamas to her abdomen. Hesitating but just a second to allow her to change her mind, I proceeded down to her warm and wiggling crotch where my hand settled and firmly started massaging into that area between her legs. She responded with a gasp from her mouth and an arching of her back, pressing into my massage. She sighed and relaxed as I continued to caress her junction with my hand.
I dug my fingers into her opening as I rubbed down there and I applied pressure to her clitoral area as I rubbed up there. Over and over I made that rotation between those stimulating areas. She was getting hotter and more excited with every rotation. My hand went to her waistband and down inside of her pajama bottoms and her panties in one smooth move. She inhaled loudly and then spread her legs even wider in an invitation to invade her most private parts.
I continued with the rotation between entering her opening and rubbing her clitoris, building her towards her reward of an orgasm. As she built it higher and higher into a crescendo, there came a little voice from the hallway, “Linda? I’m thirsty. Could you get me a drink of water, please?”
In an instant, Linda grabbed her top and pulled it over her chest, expelling my hand from her pajamas. “Ronnie, what are you doing up?” she managed to get out after a moment to recover.
“I woke up and I can’t go back to sleep,” the sleepy boy said, rubbing his eyes.
“Well, Buddy, if ol’ Ben will tuck you in again, will that make a difference?” I said, coming to the rescue of Linda, given her situation with her wardrobe problem. I stood up, turning away from him so he could not see my adjustment to my cock, and then walked over to him, picked him up and carried him back to his room. Linda followed after a moment with the promised glass of water. We both sat on his bed and waited for him to go to sleep again. By the time he was out, my watch said it was 9:45 and since the mood had been destroyed anyway, we decided that Linda should get dressed once again and we should sit down to await her family to return.
They came home around 10:30 and Linda and I went out to get that Coke. We had a good laugh in the car as we drove up to the drive-in and discussed our near miss. We agreed that next time we had to make sure there was no one around for a long period of time. After leaving her back at her house, I drove myself home with a terrible pain in my balls.
I thought on our problem of being alone, completely alone for a day or, better yet, an entire night, wouldn’t leave my brain. I couldn’t think of anything more appealing than to wake up in the morning next to my beautiful, naked Linda. We could make love all morning long, have breakfast, take a shower together and make love some more. Now that would be perfect. If only.
I thought for most of the weekend and then, Monday morning on the way to school, I thought of it. It was perfect and so obvious! “My gracious Ben, where is your mine?” I hurried to school and was waiting for her at her locker when she arrived.
“Morning Beautiful,” I said, giving her a sly little kiss on the cheek. “And what did you do this weekend?” I asked teasingly.
“I put my little brother back to bed all night, well once during the night after he interrupted the most wonderful dream imaginable,” she said battling her eyelashes at me.
“Well, I, on the other hand, being of the genius type and all,” puffing out my chest just a little, “have come up with a brilliant plan to, shall I say, resolve our mutual problem, sure, safe and uninterrupted.”
“I’m listening,” she said with anticipation. “Well? Damn it Ben, what is it?”
About that time the bell rang and I looked at her, smiled and said, “We can’t catch a break. I’ll talk to you at lunch. Be ready to be amazed.”
When the bell rang, meaning it was lunch time, I had hardly opened my locker, when I felt her fingers on my tummy, giving me a tickle as she asked quietly, “So, what’s your big plan?”
“Well, I was fantasizing about sleeping with you all night long somewhere and then it came to me. I have a house. I’m alone there almost always. My father is at the pharmacy or up in his room, every day. We could make arrangements for you to come over there and spend the night with me, if you want to, that is.”
She thought for a minute and then a wide smile crossed her face. “We could give it a trial run, say this Saturday. I wouldn’t spend the night with you but at least we wouldn’t have to tuck my brother back in bed.”
“Yeah,” my mind was whirling, “we could do it this Saturday. I could pick you up in the morning and we would have all day to, ah, to,” I whispered, “make love.”
“What would I tell my parents, something that we both were going to attend? A meeting? A class meeting.”
“We could just say that I was taking you out to the lake for the day on a special picnic or something,” I suggested.
“That’s perfect, so romantic my mom will fall for that immediately. Hey, why don’t you ever think of something romantic like that? O, I guess this plan could be considered romantic,” she said sheepishly.
“Okay, let’s think about it until after school and unless either of us can think of a reason it won’t work, we put my plan into effect for this Saturday,” I said. She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders with glee.
That week was exciting, long but amazingly erotic. The thought of bring Linda to my house for the entire day, alone and undisturbed. O my God, what a turn on. I could hardly wait.
That Saturday morning, I was up at the crack of dawn, making preparations. I changed the linens on my bed and cleaned my room spotless. I cleaned the bathroom after showering and washing my hair. I shaved, twice, just to make sure and scrubbed my teeth. I then went into the kitchen and told my father goodbye as he left for the pharmacy and ate and then cleaned the kitchen. I thought very carefully about my preparations. Was there anything I had forgotten? Condoms! I almost forgot my condoms. I’m sure glad my father kept me supplied with condoms.
At exactly 9:45 in the morning, I left for Linda’s house to start our day of love making. I only hoped that by this evening when I take her home, our plans and schemes will become a reality.
I rang the door bell and it opened immediately. Linda was coming out of the house, grabbing my arm and heading for the car. I said, “Linda, what’s wrong,” expecting to hear the worst.
“Nothing,” she said, “and I want it to stay that way, now come on and let’s go.”
“Don’t you think that I should at least go in and tell them hi and goodbye,” I explained. “Don’t worry, Baby, I’ll be cool.”
“Okay,” she said hesitantly.
I went in and wrestled with Ronnie and poked fun at Larry, just like I usually do. I greeted Mr. and Mrs. Morris and stayed and chatted awhile and finally said, “It is such a beautiful day, why don’t you bring the boys and come on out to the lake with us. I don’t know if I packed enough food or not, but you could always stop and get something.”
Ronnie instantly said “YES” but everyone else acted indifferent to the invitation. My plan had worked perfectly. I had taken a gamble, but I felt that the odds were definitely in my favor. They said, “Thanks, but you kids go and have a great time.”
Before Mr. Morris opened his mouth, I said, “We’ll be home before curfew and I’ll drive safely, Sir.” We exchanged smiles and left for my house.
On the way there, I had to apologize to Linda for almost causing her a heart attack, but I told her that I didn’t want to arouse any suspicion and, besides, it worked. We bantered back and forth in a playful manner until we pulled up into the garage and I closed the door.
“Nervous?” I inquired.
“I’m petrified, Ben. Will you give me a kiss before I start to shiver,” she said leaning over the shifter.
“Better yet,” I said, “why don’t we go on in and relax for awhile.”
“Ben, what I really want is for you to give me a kiss, take me into the house and make love with me. I’ve been waiting for a long time and I don’t want to be disappointed again. Will you do that for me?” she asked with a look of determination on her face that there was no way that I could refuse.
I leaned over, cupped her cheek with my hand and drew her into a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. I continued to kiss her sweetly, with my lips separating slightly, as I tenderly moved my mouth around on hers. I broke off the kiss and asked her, almost in a whisper, “Are you ready?” She did not say a word but just nodded her head.
I walked her into the house and we stopped in the living room, in front of the couch. I stopped and suggested that we start our day here. I asked her to sit down as I moved over in front of her and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. I had taken control of the day now and everything I had planned was about to transpire.
I removed my shirt and unbuttoned the shorts I was wearing. Unzipping the fly, I released them down to the floor and proceeded to step out of them. Her eyes did not move off of my body. I could feel her gaze as she watched me disrobe and looked admiringly at my upper torso, at my curly chest hair and I felt her eyes as they traveled down to the swelling in my shorts. I was starting to get turned on through my strip-tease and it was showing in my erection.
My hands found the waistband of my shorts and slowly moved them down, over my hips and down around my ankles. These too, I stepped out of and stood before her nude as I was at birth. She gulped as her eyes surveyed my nakedness and a very nervous smile crossed her face. I held out my hand to her and she took it as I walked into her range. I placed it on my chest as I bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her hand fell down to my thigh and then went back up to my stiff cock as I melted into her soft caress. I almost lost it right there, so I took her hand and guided her to her feet. Then, changing places with her, I moved to the couch as she stood before me.
She swallowed hard and gave me that nervous little smile and then raised her hands to her pullover top and started pulling it off. Completely this task, she involuntarily scrunched up her shoulders and tried to hide the fact that I was seeing her bra for the first time. She realized her gesturing and immediately moved her hands to her shorts and unbuttoned them, followed by the zipper. She slowly slid her hands inside of them at both hips and pushed her shorts down until they were lying at her feet.
The fleeting sight of her yellow underwear being exposed and then the thrill of seeing her standing back up wearing just her bra and panties caused a jolt to expand throughout my body. But when her arms went around to release her bra and it began to fall away, my heart beat raced out of control. As the shoulder straps fell off of her shoulders and the cups fell away from her breasts, my very first sight of them was mesmerizing. I had caught a glimpse of them before during our episode at her house, but now, in full daylight, completely bare like they were, it was a wonderful sight. Her nipples were already hard as two small rocks. Her brownish little auroras were all puckered up, pushing her nipples straight out towards me. As she dropped her bra, they jiggled just slightly as she stood back up. My cock was sticking straight up and was as big as it has ever been.
Then the cream-de-la-resistance, her pale yellow panties were all that she had on and they were about to be removed. She bit her lower lip as she raised her hands up and placed them in her waistband. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, her hands pushed the cotton fabric down over her abdomen to her pubic area, where she hesitated just for a second. I could detect just a hint of light brown, kinky hair protruding out from her waistband, with her eyes glued to mine. She gently pushed the panties down until her entire pussy was exposed and then they were gathered at her feet.
My eyes did not move from the sight of her standing there before me, naked as I was. I looked at her for a long moment. When I looked up to her eyes, I saw a faint color change to her cheeks. I smiled and she smiled back and took a step forward. I stood to greet her as she melted into my arms. It felt absolutely wonderful, that softness of her skin upon mine. I could have stayed just like that forever, except for the fact that we had other plans for our day.
I reached down and scooped her up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her out on the bed on top of the covers and stood up once again admire her beauty. My God she was beautiful, just lying there innocently waiting. She was waiting for me to make the next move so I proceeded to lie down beside her.
Taking her once again into my arms, I kissed her lips softly yet firmly. I kissed her with my lips that were devouring her mouth and her tongue. I was kissing her cheeks, her neck, her ears and finally I started kissing my way down her chest. She inhaled audibly as I scooted down her body, slowly reaching her breasts. There I began licking and kissing on her mounds gently at first, teasingly arousing them into an excited state. They were so hard already that they stood right up like proud soldiers, waiting for an inspection.
As I licked and sucked on her nipples, I pulled her over on top of me. Now her breasts hung down a little so I took one fully into my mouth while licking on the sentinel. This was driving her wild with pleasure. Her legs separated, with my legs between hers. Her crotch was rubbing against the hair around my navel and I flexed my tummy muscles to press against her pussy. As she ground into my pressure, my hands went down to her butt and pulled her cheeks apart.
Now I had full access to the opening of her vagina and her anus. I ran my finger over each hole, gently rotating my digit around her opening causing her to start thrusting her hips wildly into the rotations. My cock was rubbing up against her crotch area and the total sensation was exciting her beyond her capability to hold it any further. She started her orgasm from deep within her groin area. She tensed up and held her breath and then it released into an unbelievable humping on my stomach.
She repeatedly slammed herself into my finger rotating around her vagina as she rubbed her pussy into my tummy. Finally, she started to unwind and she slowly relaxed into a steady but less-urgent grinding on my body. I was tire but terribly turned on by all of the action I had stimulated, so I was ready to continue to prod her on.
“O Ben,” she gasped, “O my Darling Ben. What are you doing to me? O Ben, already? Again? O God!”
I slid her down and opened up her lips, exposing her slit to my cock. I then laid the entire cock into her slit and began to rub it back and forth along her. It went up to her clit and down to her opening. The sensation was driving both of us wild with hunger.
I then rolled over with her again, pinning her under me, this time ending up lying between her wide spread legs. My cock was pointing directly at her opening as I ran it up to the entrance. She tensed up for a second and then begged me to continue.
“Are you ready, Linda,” I asked earnestly.
“O Ben, yes, but this is my first time, so be careful okay?” she responded with a little trepidation in her voice.
“I’ll take it slow so if you feel any discomfort, stop me and we can rest a moment, okay,” I explained.
“Okay,” she replied.
I placed it at the entrance, slowly getting it lubricated by running it around her opening and then, with slow, but stead pressure, I started into her uncharted waters of her vaginal canal. It was unbelievably tight. It felt like I was pushing my way through a bowl of Jell-o. As I penetrated into her depths, the walls of her womb opened up reluctantly to the intrusion and yielded only to the constant pressing forward of my excited erection.
All of a sudden I remembered something, something very important, the condoms were still sitting on my dresser. O my God, I have to stop!
“Linda, wait a minute! I forgot to put on a condom. We don’t have any protection!” I blurted out.
“It’s okay; I’ve been on the BC pill for over two months. We’re cool,” she said.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I settled in with the program.
I had to stop only once when she asked for a brief period of rest, but when I had entered her as far as I could; she let out a little grunt and began moving her hips back and forth. My pubic bone bumped into her clitoris and that woke up her reactions, because she really started aiding in the repetitious motion that followed. I began pumping in and out of her fully now. I would slide it in to the hilt and then pull it out so just the head of my cock remained in her hole. I continued to repeat this action as she became more and more aroused.
She began crying out, “Ben, O my God Ben. O…O…O” she cried out higher and higher in pitch and then she gushed out a flow of juices that spewed out of her all over the bed, my cock and my groin. She strained to arch her back off of the mattress as she grabbed hold with her fists the covers on the bed and she let out with a loud shriek that shuck the windows. She rammed herself into my pounding crotch, sliding my cock deep within her pulsating pussy until she turned into a quivering mass of convulsing muscles, shaking and shivering controllably.
I felt the unstoppable urge building deep within my groin and then it came out in gushes, long, forceful streams of cum, slapping against the walls of her womb. As the force of the squirts began to diminish, my pounding into her open vagina slowed and finally came to a soft rhythmatic movement.
She lay there, involuntarily jerking with my every motion. I had stopped pumping in and out of her but as of yet had not totally stopped my rhythm. As my mind cleared a little, my thoughts went to Linda and how she was doing.
I lay there a few moments, aglow in the warm sensation of the moment I had just experienced with Linda. I felt a new sense of affection for this girl, one that I hadn’t felt ever in my life. Was it the feeling of love? If it was, I really liked the feeling of being in love.
She stirred a little as she continued to come down from her high and then she looked up at me from her position, cuddling in my embrace. She smiled and then closed her eyes once again. She said to me, “Ben, what did you do to me? I feel so light headed, like I am drunk or something.”
“You make me feel drunk, drunk with love,” I said quietly. She scooted up tighter in my embrace as she drifted off to sleep again.
It was some time later when we awoke. I had this urge to relieve myself and Linda’s leg was wedged between my thighs. I carefully tried to slide it out without waking her, but to no avail. She woke up with the slightest move and she flung her arms around my neck and hung on for dear life.
“Unless you want the experience of being peed on, I would suggest that you let me go to the bathroom, right now,” I said to her, not really in a teasing way.
She let me go but trailed me into the bathroom. “What?” I asked.
“I want to see you go,” she said with a devilish smile on her face.
“You do?” I asked in disbelief. “Okay, here goes,” I said as I started my stream.
“Wow, that’s interesting how it comes out with such force,” she exclaimed bending over to get a better look. I finally finished up and shook it off and she came up behind me, placed her arms around my waist and said, “Thank you Ben. You are very trusting and I love you for that.”
I turned around and kissed her deeply and passionately and then suggested that we take a shower. She agreed, feeling the dried juices between her legs and soon was basking in the warm spray that was coming out of the nozzle.
We washed and fondled each other as we explored the secrets of our bodies. She exposed her hidden treasure between her legs to my visual and manual probing. I then asked her to turn around and I separated her cheeks to explore her back side. This caused her a little embarrassment, but after a few minor probes with my finger, she started to get turned on.
I sat down on the tile floor and pulled her into my face. She hesitated for a moment, not realizing where I wanted her to stand. But as soon as I inserted my hand between her legs, she got the idea and straddled my face as I buried it in her pussy. I thought she was going to explode as I brought my tongue up to her clit and inserted a finger into her open pussy.
I started pressing my finger further into her hole as I sucked on her clit. The sensation must have been unbelievable because she started squirming and grinding her pussy into my face. I suddenly removed my finger from her entrance and replaced it with my thumb and moved my finger to her anus. Being lubricated from her wet vagina, it entered her other hole with easy. She stiffened and gasped and did not move her hips at all. I wiggled my finger into her ass just a little more and she exhaled a loud moan and started rocking back into my two intrusions.
“O my God, Ben, that feels so…so…different,” she sighed. “I don’t know if it is the taboo of not wanting anything put down there or what, but I find what you’re doing a real turn on. O Ben, please don’t stop. Can you put it in further?”
I shoved my finger all the way in, feeling the soft inner walls of her colon, as she settled down onto my pressure. It took no time at all before she was writhing and pulling on my hair, slamming her pussy into my sucking mouth as I sucked down hard on her hooded nubbin. She stiffened, grunted and then, pulling my hand from her ass, began her gigantic release down below by pressing my face and remaining thumb as deep into her as possible. When it had started to subside, she knelt down in front of me and, cradling my face in her hands, gave me the deepest, most passionate kiss imaginable.
We both sat there on the tile floor, water cascading over out shoulders, lost in an embrace of a lifetime. This time I knew it was love that I was feeling, the only question was, does she feel the same way about me.
We made love three more times that day. We felt the joy of total freedom with our lovemaking, joy and abandonment, over and over, until I had to take her home. We kissed a different kind of kiss that night when I departed. In fact, we acted differently towards each other from that day forward, for about a year.
During those months, you would have thought that our love would have continued to grow more and more. But one day you wake up and realize that you don’t love this person any longer and you haven’t for some time. I don’t know when it happened, maybe when her sexual desires for me were not as strong as mine were for her. Or maybe it was when I became a sex addict, like she stated. But all I know was that we broke it off on February 10th, just before Valentine’s Day. We didn’t have a fight; there was no cheating or any of the ordinary reasons. We just fell out of love with each other. After so many wonderful moments we shared, after so many very personal experiences we had, we just didn’t have what it took to make a lasting relationship work. We are friends to this day, but lovers and soul mates, no.