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While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected, for
the most part) short stories and still retains enough of that character that
you do not have to read each one in turn to understand what is going on. Think
of it as a series of incidents in a biography. The sexual activity is
invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost invariably
consensual, there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice,
defloration more often.
Chapter 8.
More Than He Expected
In April of his junior year of high school, David Whitley let
himself get talked into loaning some money to Kevin Dooley. He
didn't understand then or later how it happened. David shouldn't
have trusted him, though he was eventually paid back.
But Kevin said he was going to have it for David in two weeks,
and on the Wednesday when the two weeks were up he said he would
have it on Friday night -- but if David wanted it then, he'd have
to get it from him at the party he was going to, across town.
David didn't know the girl who was giving the party, so he
didn't want to do that. But he knew that Kevin was really hard to
get hold of except for the time and place he said he would be at,
so Saturday afternoon was chancy as a time to collect. And David
wanted the cash for Saturday night.
So on Friday night he drove off to 1723 Harper Street. He was
told the party was starting at eight, so David figured if he got
there at ten, Kevin would certainly have arrived. There were a lot
of people inside, even on the porch and in the yard, though it was
a little chilly to be outside. He didn't recognize any of them for
sure. Certainly Kevin's goatee, black spiky hair and weird
eyebrows were not visible.
There was a short-haired round-faced girl greeting him at the
door. David asked her if she was Rosie Morrow, which was the name
he'd been given for the girl who was giving the party. She nodded
and David explained to her who he was looking for and why. He said
that as soon as he could he would leave again, since he knew that
she had never heard of him.
She smiled and said that Kevin was out getting more supplies
right now, but David was welcome to take off his coat and stay
until Kevin came back, or longer if he wanted. She took him up the
stairs and pointed to what she said was her parents' bedroom, where
all the coats went. She said that her parents were out of town for
the weekend.
They went back down and Rosie said that Kevin would be coming
to the kitchen when he returned, so David could wait there for him
if he wanted. She was going there herself now to work on keeping
the supply of food steady.
It was a big kitchen, with room for a lot more than the three
or four people already in it. Rosie was making up a platter of
pasta salad, and she pretty soon put David to work doing one odd
job or another. Working by her, he could tell from the way she
moved that she was not wearing a bra.
He had been standing beside her and talking and keeping busy
for ten minutes when a beefy red-faced guy who was really plastered
came in and saw them and wanted to know what David was doing with
his girlfriend. He tried to slap Rosie, but he was too slow and
his hand just hit the refrigerator.
The beer on this fellow's breath (and his t-shirt) almost put
David under, but he started to deny doing anything worth
mentioning. Before David could get the words out the other fellow
made a lunge for him. David dodged and told him they should settle
this outside to avoid disrupting the party. He grunted, but he
followed David out the kitchen door and onto the porch.
When he did, David punched him in the stomach. When he
doubled over, David tripped him and rolled him down the back steps,
maybe six feet of them. That punch may have been all the extra his
stomach needed to decide to give up holding the beer; anyway, he
started vomiting and he lay there afterward for a minute. Some
people who were talking in the back yard said they would take him
home. One yelled, "Good old Eugene, blew it again!"
David went back into the kitchen and Rosie looked at him with
a strange drawn expression -- or anyway one he didn't know what to
make of. She said, "David, I want you to know that Gene is not my
boyfriend, though he was a long time ago. I don't really have one
right now. I didn't want Gene to be here, but he stayed anyway..."
Rosie looked up at him and took his hand, then she said,
"Maybe I should take you around and introduce you, show you
things."
She did introduce David to a few people, on the way back to
the stairs, since the word had gotten around of his fight with
Eugene. She pointed out the upstairs library, gestured at the
bathroom, but when she pointed him into the front room, she closed
the door and held her arms out and said, "This is my bedroom."
David was very inexperienced in those days and he froze in
disbelief at what she seemed to be implying.
"David, you have saved me from a big problem, and I want to
reward you. No, hell, I liked the way you look to start with, and
now you've made me hot for you! I want to fuck you!" And she
pulled open the blouse she was wearing to show her hard nipples and
to put his hands on them.
When he touched her and bent to kiss her, she broke away after
a few seconds to reach up and pull off her panties. She attacked
his jeans and stripped him naked below the waist in seconds. Then
she bounced back onto the bed, with her skirt raised, and
manipulated him until his erection got full enough to stick it in
her.
This was the first time David had ever gone to bed with a girl
without planning on it, and he did not know completely how to
react. She plainly had a lot of experience, or at least more. She
reached a climax right away, almost without his doing anything, and
then a second, and on the third he joined her only a little late.
The whole thing was over so quickly that he never got completely
hard.
After a few minutes of rest they put their clothes back on and
went back downstairs. From comments David heard, this sort of fast
pickup and fast screw was a first for one of Rosie's parties.
David found Kevin now and got the money from him. While it
might have seemed ungrateful, he didn't stay at the party. It had
been a bit much for him already.
He never saw Rosie before or after that night.
That party at Rosie Morrow's was a week before the Easter
dinner and the seasonal gathering of relatives at David Whitley's
parents' place. There were more relatives than usual, it seemed to
David.
Uncle Herb, his mother's brother, was there for the first time
in a couple of years. He ran a restaurant in Ocean City that was
only open for lunch and weekends nine months out of the twelve, but
a madhouse from Memorial Day weekend until Labor Day. Or so he
always said; David was only in the place once, at seven or eight,
and didn't remember anything about it.
Uncle Herb talked to David Whitley a lot on the Friday and
Saturday before Easter, sitting on the porch and puffing on cigars.
It was peculiar to find out that Herb only smoked when he was
really relaxed. This was probably a good thing, since he was the
short heavy intent sort who makes the classic heart attack victim
and he didn't need the tobacco on top of that.
As it was, he came close to giving David a heart attack on
Easter Sunday. Just as the food was being served, with a couple of
dozen relatives around in all directions, Uncle Herb asked him
about working in his restaurant over the summer. David didn't want
to, but he didn't dare to say no. He had planned to work over that
summer, but he hadn't lined up a job yet -- he had expected to do
that on the week he had off after Easter. So David had to say yes.
Herb told him about the job for the rest of the afternoon, and
it sounded worse all the time (worse than it was, actually). He
told David that it would be a lot of hard work -- washing up,
serving, preparing food for the cooks, even some cooking -- but at
pretty good pay. The job included lunch and dinner in the kitchen
on the days that David worked there.
Herb was also giving him free rent in an apartment building he
owned. That wasn't much of a plus, as it turned out. The apartment
was tiny, and Herb wouldn't have gotten much for it if he had tried
to rent it. He put all his summer employees in little places like
that and rented the rest of them (not much bigger) to tourists by
the week at outrageous prices.
The job was going to be from ten in the morning until six at
night, six days on and then two off so the days off changed every
week. And it really was going to all summer: David started working
the day after school ended, and the job ended on Labor Day, two
days before it started again.
Dave Whitley and Anne Shimura only had sex together for about
three weeks before she announced that she wanted to date others.
Dave was a bit unhappy that she did not want to continue the
relationship after he had spent so long at getting into her pants,
but after all he had gotten in, and was the first to do so.
It may be that the exoticism of dating (and laying) an
oriental girl appealed to him and made him decide to ask a black
girl out next.
Maybe despite but maybe because of being forced into oral sex
with her stepfather, Alice Newell was fairly cautious and
puritanical about anything resembling sex for some time. It was
May of her junior year of high school before she was at all tempted
to respond to the gentle but continual urgings of her boyfriends.
Alice had been dating David Whitley then for a month -- her
first white boy, his first black girl, neither of them comfortable
at first -- and she had relaxed enough with him to allow him to
fondle her over the clothes, then under the skirt and blouse.
Three times he had slid his hand into the cup of her bra to touch
and squeeze her excited breast, and this night they had gone
further than ever before, when he went up her dress and down her
panties and caressed her hot and wet core.
At the same time that his fingers played around the entrance
to her tunnel of love, his tongue entered her mouth and he tried to
build both ends at once. Once again he played the little game of
bringing a girl almost -- but never quite -- to the brink of orgasm
and letting her be the one to request the one final step that got
him in. But this time it did not work, at least in the usual way.
David began to tell her in great detail how much he wanted to
spread her legs and make love to her all night. She listened to
him and finally said, "No, I won't do that. But I am willing to
use my mouth on you, if you want."
He wanted, and that night the black girl performed fellatio
willingly for the first time. She lowered his zipper and uncovered
his shaft, fishing it nervously out with one hand. She paused and
commented on how much bigger it was than she expected. She stared
for a moment, perhaps still a little unsure. Then she lowered her
head to touch the head, then a little lower and slowly she took a
couple of inches into her mouth and ran her tongue around the
shaft. Hearing and feeling David's reactions helped her to
continue, and soon her mouth stretched wide and her cheeks were
hollowed with suction. The motion up and down of her head and neck
became deep as she became excited herself. It was not long before
she caught the sperm of a very happy David in a tissue.
Joy Douglas had dated a number of boys over the last couple of
years, and while some of them have seemed pleasant, she could not
say that she especially liked any of them. Now she has met Gene
Olmsted and started going steady with him in early May, just at the
point when her parents announced that the family was moving across
town.
She was not going to start in the new school until September,
so she could still see Gene (and all her other friends) every
weekday for the rest of April and all of May and June, but she
would have to go across town twice a day to do it.
Maybe this helped to make the redhead get a bit wild, for her.
Maybe it was the effect of finally going steady with someone. In
any case, she let Gene put his tongue in her mouth and that got her
a little bit excited, which it never had before.
In the third month of their relationship, just before the end
of the school year, Joy nodded in silent agreement and allowed Gene
to unbutton her blouse in the back seat of his car, to unfasten her
bra, and to raise the nipples of her large breasts to a high state
of excitement with his probing fingers.
But she drew the line at the waist.
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