"timmy," jayney replied. "naa, all i need with him is another date, carlee." we laughed. "and your king pin, how did it work with him?"

"not good jayne, not good at all."

"well, timmy had the biggest one i've ever seen." she stretched her hands out to the length of a dollar bill. "huge, beautiful, hot, and very quick on the trigger."

"oh, they all are jayney."

"bout right there sweetie."

"girl talk?" a friendly male voice asked. it was dennis jarnigan, a really nice boy from our biology class. dennis was cute, skinny and had big feet.

"everything we talk about is girl talk dennis," jayne said.

dennis smiled sweetly, then said, "well, i won't interrupt you."

"hey dennis," jayne said. he looked up at her, and over her body. i could almost see her clothes disappear myself.

"she's not lunch, dennis," i snapped. he turned to me and looked at me the same way. "and neither am i."

"looking never hurt nothing carlee."

"some looks constitute sexual harrassment," i quickly said.

"leave him alone, carlee, what size shoe do you wear dennis?" she asked.

"twelve, why?" he answered.

"oh, no reason, just curious," jayne said.

"plannin' on buying me some shoes jayney?" he winked.

"maybe, if you'll buy me a milk shake at the end zone after school."

"deal," he said, with a big smile. "oh, what size is your foot?" he asked.

"six and a half."

"see ya then, jayney," he said, as he walked off.

"and why did you ask him about his shoe size?" i stupidly asked.

"don't you know anything mccord? a guy's shoe size is directly proportionate to the length of his dick."

"oh, and you think dennis has a twelve inch dick, jayney?"

"tell you tomorrow," she giggled.

"oh jayney, you just won't do," i grinned.

"do you think dennis got hard, talking to us carlee?"

"turned on a little, i was too embarassed to look him over."

"that's your problem carlee, don't you know that embarrassment is a sign of ignorance?"

"i think that feeling his crotch in public would supercede embarrassment, jayney."

"you didn't have to feel him," she replied.

"and i suppose you did?"

"i got a good look carlee, that's why i wanted to meet him later."

"twelve in a six and a half will be a tight fit, jayney."

"streeaaatch," she said and smiled.

"now, tell me about timmy?" i asked.

"oh baby, timmy was fine, extremely good, while he lasted." we smiled.

"nathan didn't last long either jayney."

"did you use the techniques i told you about?"

"didn't have time, no sooner touched my tongue to it, then he pulled it out and came in my hair."

"ooooh, i hate that."

"yeah, me too."

"baby, i don't want to make you mad or anything, but nathan's a dork at his best, would you like to shop around a little?"

"i've been thinking about it jayney, actually he does little for me."

"i'll bet you'd like timmy, want me to set it up?"

"no, i'll wait until i hear about dennis." jayney smiled.

"think i could pull him away from jenny stiles, they've been going steady for eons?"

"if anyone can jayney, you can."

it was still early in the day. after i washed school off my body, i changed into a pair of yellow shorts and a white tee that said "angel" across the front. i decided to clean dad's car up. i took my sandals off and walked to the driveway: the old saturn was filthy, the inside was awful. dad was supposed to be back some time that week, so i figured i'd surprise him. the gravel in the driveway hurt my feet, damn, i hated being a tenderfoot. mrs. darsie hollared at me from the street. "carlee, is colonel mccord returning today?"

"no ma'am, this week though, i'm going to surprise him by washing and waxing his car."

"that's nice dear, a very nice thing to do." i grinned through my teeth, i didn't hate mrs. darsie, i could go to her for anything while dad was away, but, she was such a pain in the ass.

i was hosing down the outside when a car pulled up. dennis jarnegan got out. "damned if you don't just look terrific," he said.

"wanna help?" i asked.

"sure," he answered.

"how'd it go with you and jayney?" i asked.

"didn't go carlee, i knew what she wanted."

"dennis, maybe you're jumping to conclusions, maybe she just wanted you to take your clothes off for her." we laughed together.

"her reputation isn't exactly sterling." he smiled.

"she's mighty pretty though," i mused.

"not half as pretty as you carlee." he looked deep into my eyes. i thought i was going to blush. "hey, you look great in a wet tee shirt angel, and you're not wearing a bra." i quickly threw my hands over my boobs. i could feel my face turning red.

"i wasn't expecting company dennis. i'll be right back," i said, as i walked into the house. my nipples were sticking out.

"carlee? where are you?" he came in the house, i was shocked.

"dennis, i'm changing my top, go sit on the car port."

"why?" he asked.

"because mrs. darsie keeps an eye on me."

"can i come in there with you carlee?" i wanted him to, but i couldn't let him. 'would you like to shop around a little carlee?' jayney's words came back.

"ah, ah, i don't think so dennis."

"please carlee, just for a minute." i didn't answer him, i should have. dennis opened the door. i was standing there, barefoot and ponytailed, with a black tee shirt in my hand, covering my naked abdomen.

"please dennis," i muttered. he unbuttoned his shirt and came closer to me. he threw his arms around me and kissed me. his kiss was different, much different from nathan's. nice, our lips kind of blended. and dennis had hair on his chest, i wondered how it would feel against my chest. his hands were warm to my back, his kiss was wonderful, he rubbed his tongue over my front teeth. i touched his tongue with my own. i gently raised my knee against his crotch, he was hard, hard as stone. i could have kneed him a good one, but i didn't want to. i just wanted to explore his mouth with my tongue. the hair on his chest was burning my hands. i was still holding my tee shirt between us. 'got to be hotter than a firecracker carlee.' her words came back to me. and i was. i dropped my black tee shirt on the floor, then put my arms around dennis's back, pushing my breast close to his, holding him tighter and tighter. he broke our kiss.

"i've got to come up for some air, carlee." his face was flushed, he took his shirt off. he touched my tits. "they're beautiful carlee, as i knew they'd be." he kissed my nose, and put his arms around my back again. "i'll do anything you want me to, carlee." his breathing was heavy, he kissed my neck. his hands went down the back of my shorts, he ravished my butt.

"i can't believe this is happening dennis," i moaned.

"neither can i carlee, but it is." he kissed my lips. he pulled my shorts and panties down and they fell to my ankles. 'a stiff dick has no conscience, carlee.' i could hear mr. leisure say. neither does a stiff clit, sir, i thought. dennis pushed his long arm down my butt and rubbed his hot finger against my vagina. god, i looked down at his feet, twelves. i unzipped his zipper and managed to worm my hand under his shorts. it took some doing, but i found it. it was a firecracker. wet on the end, as if he had thirty seconds to go. i retracted his foreskin, and dennis moaned. his balls were huge, he wasn't as big as his shoes but close enough. i couldn't get over how his kisses felt, was i in love? i didn't know, i didn't care, i tugged at his belt. if dennis had thirty seconds, i had twenty.

"carlee!" god, it was mrs. darsie.

"who the hell is that?" dennis asked.

"mrs. darsie, she checks up on me,"i answered.

"pretend you're not at home."

"i can't dennis, she can get me in big trouble"

"shit!" he said. i quickly put my clothes back on.

"hey mrs. darsie, sorry, i was in the bathroom, the runs, had them for two days."

"can i get something for you carlee?"

"no ma'am, but thanks, i'm on the mend."

"where's that young man that was here a moment ago, carlee?"

"oh, dennis, a friend picked him up and they went to the tennis court, they're waiting for me actually, but nature called."

"carlee, washington called me today and told me your father's coming home tomorrow."

"great mrs. darsie, i can hardly wait."

she smiled. "now you hurry on down to the links baby," she said.

"of course mrs. darsie, i will."

"nothing i can get for you dear?"

"no ma'am, i'll be just fine."

dennis was still laying on my bed, as naked as the day he was born, as hard as when i left him.

"did she leave?"

"yeah, but we have to, also dennis," i replied.

"i can't carlee," he said, "look." his balls were swollen double.

"oh my god, what caused that?"

"us fooling around."

"gosh," i responded. "please get up, dennis."

"i can't baby," he said, "i cant move."

gulp. he had to move, too: mrs. darsie would undoubtedly return. dennis was still rock hard in spite of his 'affliction'.

"how can we fix this dennis?" i asked.

"i'll be ok when i finish, carlee." he grabbed my hand and put it around his dick. then he began to slowly pump, moaning as our hand movements began to take effect. he let go and i was on my own. the foreskin retracted ever so nicely over his purple head. beads of clear liquid appeared. i speeded up. "no baby, just like you were doing," he gurgled. i felt as though i was administering therapy, not jacking him off at all. "squeeze a little harder, that's it, almost," he cried.

i wondered what he would say if i put it in my mouth. 'gushers are kind of snotty,' i remembered. and it seemed to me that dennis wasn't cumming regularly. maybe i should speak to jayney, and maybe i'd better get my ass to the tennis court, or links - that's what mrs. darsie called them.

"my arm's getting tired, dennis."

"i'm almost there carlee, almost." i grabbed my right arm with my left hand and finally, eventually, after an eternity, it swelled, the glistening head turned dry for a second before the first squirt. it hit his belly button and wasn't very much for a boy with balls the size of texas. i felt it contract a couple more times and nothing came out. then a load that gushed out all over my hand, and another that reminded me of a lot of snot. dennis moaned loudly, and another load gushed. i kept pumping until dennis told me to stop, it was hurting him.

"gosh dennis, i'm sorry you didn't enjoy this session," i commented.

"it's my fault angel for getting so shook up, and i did enjoy it, i truly did. i feel a hundred percent better." i was glad that someone did. dennis was so messy that a whole box of kleenex wouldn't help. i found a towel in the bathroom that i had used that morning. i brought it to him and he was sitting on the side of my bed. "thanks," he said, as he swabbed himself. "can we do this again, carlee?"

"only if you marry me, dennis," i smiled. he was still delicious to look at, his balls had shrunk and foreskin covered the head of his dick. "listen dennis, i have to go to the court, please wait around for a half an hour then as discreetly as possible, get in your car and drive away.

"you have a fantastic body, carlee," he said.

"would you just do that for me, dennis?" he smiled and agreed.

i walked to the court slowly, looking back over my shoulder a lot. it was a pretty evening, fair and 70 degrees. i could already see venus shining brightly in the sky, forty two degrees above the horizon, almost its maximum. whooping cough and linda were hard at it on the court. jayney came out from the drink machine area with a coke in her hand.

"hey!" she said.

"jayney, we've got to talk."

"in!" whooping cough shouted.

"out!" linda retorted.

"fuck, it was in!"

"looked out to me," jayney interrupted.

"damnit, this is the last time i'm ever playing at this court," whooping cough announced. "i'm going to moreland park where they are fair!" he said, as he slammed his racket against the asphalt. hurt and mad, as usual, whooping cough walked off the court.

"you're just a sore loser whoop!" linda shouted.

"fuck you linda, and fuck you all too," he added, looking at me and jayney. i somehow felt sorry for whoop, he was a total loser, whether here or moreland.

"please don't leave us, whoop, they'll be better days," i said. he didn't pay me any attention. he hit the asphalt again. "you'll ruin your racket whoop," i continued.

"who cares?" he answered.

"i do."

he smiled at me, a crooked little smile that meant a lot. i told jayney about my horror story with dennis. "what do you call a guy that squirts, then gushes?" i queried.

"a bisexual, i guess," she laughed. "haven't you ever heard of blue balls, carlee?"

"no, i suppose i haven't," i said.

"guys get so tangled up that they get them on occasion."

"i dont remember them being blue, only swollen."

"same thing girl, very very painful they say. my brother had them once, i could hear him moaning in the next room. i asked him what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell me at first."

"but he did, finally?"

"yeah, he couldn't even move his arm."

"wow," i said.

"hell, i hadn't seen him naked more than two or three times. he told me what to do and i kind of liked it."

"weren't you embarrassed jayney?"

"i don't know. a little maybe, more curious than anything, you know."

"yeah, i guess i would be too," i replied.

"when he pulled his pants and underwear down, i couldn't believe what i saw." jayney continued, her eyes lighting up.

"i thought you said he couldn't move his arms?"

"that's what he told me, but he managed that anyway."

"hmmm."

"by that time i didn't care anyway, his balls were huge, but his hard-on was, was....scrumptious." she grinned. now my eyes lit up. "he told me to put my hand around it and pull the skin forward and back, forward and back and slowly. i asked him how long it would take, i would have believed an hour if marty had told me that." i giggled at her remark. "it felt really great in my hand, kinda mushy, really different. in a couple of minutes it felt even more different, you know, stiffer. he almost screamed when he came, a gusher, marty wasn't bisexual, load after load, and i swear, if marty wasn't my brother i would have put my tongue in it, very messy."

"what did he saw when it was over jayney?"

"slow down jayney, you're not making butter." we laughed.

"did he thank you, kiss you, what?"

"i don't remember carlee, i watched it until it had shrunk to a nubbin', i was fascinated. he told me that this wasn't sex, that i was too young for that, i was just helping my brother out."

"and what did you say?"

"i just said that i hoped that i did it ok, then couldn't wait to jump in the bath tub and figure out how i could get the blue balls." we laughed, hysterically.

"evening ladies," joe the sexy fireman said. "you all must be up to no good, laughing like that," he observed. joe was as neat as any man i had ever known, next to my dad.

"busy day joe?" i asked. joe's hair was almost white, it was thinning badly and he left what he had on the left grow really long, then combed it over to the right. he was short, but built nice, had pale blue eyes and a lovely smile. he wasn't dashing in his dark blue fireman's clothes, but we all loved him to death.

"naa, quiet, like they should be." i'll always remember joe showing off for us on the back of the fire truck when they were heading out. he'd stick his left leg straight out to the highway and pose, like they were headed for vaudeville show and not a dangerous fire.

"every had the blue balls, joe?" jayney asked. i was stunned, but shouldn't have been, jayney was jayney, for christ's sake. he started answering her question as if she'd asked when was the last time he went to mass.

"once in high school, and once in korea," he smiled and answered. "i waited the case out in school, took two days; in korea, i went to sick bay and was told that i had the bull head clap." he grinned.

"what did they do for that joe?" i asked.

"four million units of penicillin each day for a week: shot it right up my penis."

"oh joy," jayne said. "bet that felt good."

joe laughed. "hell girls, i got off on it." only sexy joe would tell something like that.

"carlee! carlee"

"yes mrs. darsie." i was surprised: she never came to the court.

"come here, please." i wondered if anything was wrong. i ran to the fence. "carlee, your father is in evansville, his flight was early. i've sent mr. pritchett to meet him."