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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 15
Undiscovered Gem
There were two girls whom David had dated occasionally for some
time, whom he alternated between for a while now. Both he was
willing to write off as unsuccessful attempts as far as getting
laid went, though he was wrong in the long run -- the quite long
run in one case.
Sharon Rosenfeld had been emotionally wrapped in David Whitley
for months by the time they stopped dating. He meant more to her
than he should have, or at least that's the way that she felt
whenever she was away from him and all of the time after they had
their fight.
But while they were going together, she really couldn't make
up her mind about him -- and when she thought she had, she really
hadn't yet.
They had gotten into petting, more than she had with any boy
before, and she probably would have gone all the way with David if
he had been better at picking up her signals at the times when she
was weakest. In fact, that was a lot of the reason that they
fought on the night that they broke up -- he took her almost over
the top, and Sharon was aroused and irritated. He expected her to
beg him to ball her, and she just wanted a little more of his hand;
but if he had suggested that they go further, instead of just lying
there and doing nothing, she might have said yes. But as long as
the decision was left entirely to her, Sharon couldn't decide if
she wanted him to go further or not.
Ellen Fox was a long slim girl whom Dave wanted very much to
have. But she had a lot more patience than he did, and told him
that she was determined to save herself for the man she married.
She was willing to do a lot of things, but not the few that he most
wanted.
As the occasional dates continued, and the frequency increased
for a while there, Dave got into Ellen's blouse and under her bra,
and even put his lips to her nipples to raise them into little
points. He got his fingers into her panties and into her core and
brought her to orgasm by touching and spreading and rubbing -- but
the panties stayed on. She was willing to masturbate him, but that
was it.
It might be that if Dave had promised to marry her, she would
have left another spot on his blanket. But he was not willing to
lie to her that way. He could not consider marriage; and he didn't
want to marry her, just ball her senseless.
His attention turned elsewhere anyway.
Dave Whitley bumped into Julie Carter in the library quite
literally one day in October when they were both working on papers.
Now, Dave would have to admit that she was putting a lot more work
into hers that he did into his. She gathered a lot more
information for it, and rewrote (she told him later) three times to
say things as economically as possible and to bring it down barely
under the page limit. Julie always got the highest grade on her
papers that it was possible to get.
That was the sort of person that Julie was. Dave had never
paid much attention to her; she was always studying or reading and
was never involved in anything social. She barely spoke to anyone
beyond what politeness asked for. She wore that night the white
blouse and black skirt that was almost a trademark for her.
Dave grabbed the book out of the air that his bumping into her
had sent flying and he began to hand it to her, then he offered
instead to carry it to where Julie was sitting, because she had a
load already.
But that gave Dave an excuse to talk to Julie softly, and he
moved his notebook and reference volumes over next to her seat and
stayed at the library longer than he had intended. He even stayed
for a while after closing time, when he sat with her in the coffee
shop and talked. She was interesting to talk to, and she seemed
very happy to have someone talking to her. As Dave went home, he
reflected that Julie might not have much of a social life. And
that started him thinking about related matters. Such as the fact
that he wasn't serious with anyone at the moment, and the one that
Julie Carter wasn't bad looking at all.
That was on Friday.
On Monday as Dave Whitley walked down the hall of Mount Venus
High School, he saw Julie Carter standing at her locker putting
books in and getting others out. He paused and decided to put into
use the idea that had occurred to him over the weekend when a
couple of words had come together at about the same time. He
walked up behind Julie, sniffed her hair, and whispered in her ear,
"You excite my limbic hippocampal axis."
This means, if you can't immediately work it out, "You smell
nice," or even "Your odor sexually arouses me." In either case,
she straightened up suddenly (and Julie was rather tall for a girl)
and gave him a happy smile. Dave thought she really was glad to
see him again.
She was probably shy about getting compliments, but she
plainly liked the idea of getting one that took a little bit of
effort to understand.
Dave followed up his possible advantage by asking her then
about going out on a date with him on Saturday night. Julie seemed
startled, but she said yes after a moment of hesitation.
On Saturday, Julie wore a yellow cotton pattern dress which
Dave had never seen her in, which meant very little, perhaps, since
Dave had never seen her in anything but dark skirts and white
blouses, and maybe once or twice an ugly green gym uniform when she
was outside for that.
He took her to an early movie and then to a diner for some
light food to finish off the evening. Her conversation was again
bright and interesting.
On the way to her home, Dave decided to take a chance and ask
her about dates on both Friday and Saturday of the next weekend.
Julie was hesitant, but finally she said yes, that she could just
work a little harder during the week.
Where this was going was hard to predict, but so far the
travelling was nice.
The next Friday Dave was invited in to meet her family.
Between what he saw then and the way she talked about them, it was
plain that Julie was much more isolated at home than in the school.
Her father and both her older and younger brothers were only
interested in sports, and her mother only in soap-operas. Her
older brother was in college, but on a football scholarship. The
family had only restarted their newspaper subscription after many
years at her request, and it was divided each day into the sports
section (for the males) and the rest (for Julie).
That second date was much like the first. At the end of the
third date, Dave lifted Julie's glasses off and kissed her.
Julie was awkward about that, but she was eager behind her
hesitation. Dave did it again, and the hesitation was less. He
held her for a few moments, and when he kissed her a third time it
was completely gone. Julie was still awkward, but it was all
because she had not had practice. Dave knew from what the other
girls said that while she wasn't much interested in the games in
gym class, she was well coordinated and actually rather strong.
Julie had those sort of long thin muscles that tend not to get
noticed.
They both had a pleasant glow when Dave dropped Julie off a
few minutes later. During the next week, Dave asked her if she
would look over one of his term papers and make suggestions on
improving it.
She said that she would. She took his handwritten draft and
suggested that they meet at the public library after school. Julie
apologized when Dave met her for not having more than a few minutes
to go over it, and handed him two pages of notes on an eight-page
paper on petroleum chemistry.
They went to the coffee shop again afterward. Julie leaned
over there and said to him in a low tone, "My father said to me
last night that seeing you at least makes him think that I'm not an
out-and-out lesbian!"
Dave wasn't sure what to say in reply at first, but his wits
came back in time to come up with, "It would certainly be a great
loss to the male half of the species if you were!"
Julie looked at Dave for a second, as if trying to decide if
he was serious, and assumed he was. "I've never had any interest
in other girls that way, and I think it would almost be a duty for
me to have children someday. The idiots don't hesitate to breed,"
she said bitterly.
There was more depth to her than many people would think.
Dave asked her then about two more dates, on Friday and
Saturday. Julie said yes to the second one, but suggested that on
the first they substitute Sunday afternoon. There was a big
football game on then, and Julie wanted an excuse to get out of the
house. He agreed.
Saturday they went to a big party, and this was the first time
that most of their crowd knew Dave had been dating Julie. This was
the first time that most of their crowd knew Julie ever dated
anyone. They collected a number of surprised looks, but it wasn't
clear if the looks were more directed at him or at her in a bright
lime-green dress like nothing they had ever seen her in before.
They spent a lot of time sitting and quietly talking that
night, mostly with others but not always. When they were alone,
Julie showed an interest in learning more about kissing. Dave
realized something that should have been obvious about a girl like
Julie; anything that she was interested in she thought through very
well, anything she wanted to do she tried to be good at, and if she
got a chance to practice something she learned it fast.
They spent a lot of time recovering from the moments spent
alone, and when Dave let Julie off in front of her house, he was
very glad she did not want to be seen to her door, because she had
given him an erection that would have been obvious from a block
away. As it was, he wondered if it might interfere with his
driving.
"Pleasant dreams," Dave called out to her.
"Oh, I know I will have them!" Julie said in response.
The Sunday afternoon was spent in a museum. This one was way
across town, and Julie hadn't been able to get to it for two years.
(Dave had never been to it at all, that he recalled.) Julie
chattered gaily about everything she saw and she led him around at
a fast clip. The skirt was the sort that she seemed to have fifty
of, but the white blouse was replaced by a loose brown sweater.
There was something a little different about the way she moved
today, but Dave couldn't quite say what it was.
Their legs ran out before the afternoon did, so they settled
on a park bench with a couple of sodas. Julie picked a place at
the end of a path, with a wall not far behind them and overlooking
a drop down to the reservoir. She sat on the end of the bench
closest to the drop. Dave put his arm around her to kiss her a
bit, and soon he realized what the difference had been in her
movement today.
Julie Carter wasn't wearing a bra under that shapeless brown
sweater. Julie Carter wasn't wearing anything at all under that
shapeless brown sweater. That loose brown sweater was loose so
that nobody could see Dave's hand moving under it. Nobody could
see it from the left because his body was in the way. Nobody could
see it from the back because the wall was in the way. Nobody could
see it from the right because the drop was too big and the distance
too great. Nobody could approach them from the front without being
visible to them long before he saw anything. Julie had thought
this one through very well again.
His right hand conducted an invisible but delightful
exploration of her under that sweater. This was something Julie
had never done before, but she knew that she would like it and
wanted to do it. Dave had more practical knowledge of such
things, but Julie had a lot of enthusiasm.
In that same month, there was a night when Dave Whitley's
exploration of Julie Carter's legs and thighs in the back of a dark
and nearly empty movie theatre brought him up to the edge of her
panties. She drew in her breath at having him touch her there,
because he had never done it before -- and certainly no other boy
ever had -- but she did not object, and so he crept up from her leg
and under that edge for the first time. His fingers touched and
parted the labia, and she leaned against him heavily and held him
with all her strength. But he did not fondle her long enough or
violently enough in that place to do more than arouse her passions.
But later that night, as they sat in his car outside her home,
he went down from her waistband to put his whole hand between her
legs and to press one finger between the folds of her lower lips.
Julie responded very quickly and very strongly and Dave lay awake
that night for a while remembering how her gasps sounded in his
ear.
Julie Carter felt that a month of having Dave pet her to
orgasm without reciprocation was enough. She asked him to stop in
a quiet place after they left the coffee-shop at the end of an
evening in the library. She held his erection for a moment and
felt it grow, then she pulled down his zipper to bring his fine
upstanding maleness into view. Then she kissed him, and as his
tongue entered her mouth she began to run her hand up and down his
shaft and masturbate him. His passion at kissing grew and she came
close to an orgasm herself as he neared one. Certainly she almost
did not get tissues onto his lap in time to catch the flying drops
of semen as they erupted out.
They gave each other manual relief for a month. Julie found
that she was fascinated by the way Dave's full erection looked --
perhaps a carryover of her early interest in medicine, since that
was the only part of him that looked different from what the
medical texts showed.
And certainly she gave thought to all the steps they had not
taken, and which she felt more and more that she wanted to.
At the time of the next full moon, Julie and Dave parked in
such a way that when she opened his pants the moonlight came in the
car window and she could see his shaft clearly for the first time.
But the light was weak enough that Julie bent down to look, and
Dave stopped and held his breath as she did, then whispered: "That
would be very nice, if you want to.."
She was puzzled for a moment, then she realized just what he
was thinking, and she was seized by the idea. Julie leaned over
and kissed the head of his manhood and heard Dave give a loud sigh.
Then she ran her tongue around his shaft and began to take it into
her mouth.
He became excited enough that he came very quickly. On later
nights Julie became more practiced at giving him oral love and at
taking all of him in. She learned when to withdraw and when to
ease off to make Dave last longer, and finally there came a night
when his reactions so caught Julie up in sucking him deep into her
mouth that she took his semen down her throat when it came out. If
he had not yet buried himself deep into her vagina, what she did to
him then was better than doing that with many others was.
Dave Whitley and Julie Carter spent an hour or so together in
the library twice a week from November on, and either Friday or
Saturday night and always Sunday afternoon (sometimes all of
those). Every date ended with at least a stimulating session of
tongue-play, and gradually more than that, as we have seen.
Unfortunately, there was no way that Dave could use his lips
and tongue in his car to bring Julie to the sort of gratification
she was now giving him regularly, or to engage in full intercourse
there. Julie was just too big, though he might have folded enough.
One might wonder if this drastic change in Julie's life would
affect her grades. She also worried about that, so she worked
harder and it didn't. She didn't think any more about sex than she
had before; the difference was that now she was doing a bit more
than just thinking about it. The sexual urges had been there and
been very strong since Julie was eleven.
For Dave's own part, spending time with Julie often meant
spending more time with school subjects than before and his grades
improved a bit.
A fellow named Jerry Wayne, who used to live next door to Dave
before he moved out of his parents' place, was going out of town
for a week, Friday to Friday, and the keys to his apartment were
circulating among the guys in his old neighborhood. All he asked
was that the place be kept fairly neat and that there be clean
sheets on the bed when he got back.
The guys drew straws and Dave got Sunday.
Dave could not be sure that Julie would want to go that final
step with him, but it seemed best to present her with the
temptation without advance warning.
Dave asked Julie to be ready a little earlier than usual, and
he picked her up at noon on Sunday. He had not told her or asked
her about any plans for the day. Dave drove her to the apartment
building, parked, put a light blanket over his arm, opened the
doors, led Julie to the bedroom with its big double bed, and said:
"What do you want to do today?"
Julie Carter spun around in delight, and said, "Well...
There's one thing I can think of!"
She checked to make sure that they had the sort of
contraceptive jelly that she wanted before they did anything else.
She said that she wanted to do everything with Dave, but with as
clear a mind as possible.
They stood together and kissed each other long and deeply.
Dave lay on his back, on the bed, on the little blanket he had
spread over the covers, and Julie removed her shoes and crawled
over him. She crouched and sat on Dave, legs spread, with her
panties coming down exactly over the spot where his erection was
growing. She knew that it was there, and several times over the
next few minutes Julie squirmed her butt, either because his
hardness was affecting her or because she was trying to excite him
even more.
Dave put his arms straight up the back of the sweater that
Julie wore and he massaged her back, at the same time helping her
to bend down so that their lips touched -- and their tongues met.
When she had taken all she could of that for a while, Julie
straightened up, and Dave moved his hands to her front. He took
down the buttons on her blouse, with his hands still within the
sweater. Then he slid his hands along her bare skin to the back of
her bra.
Dave urged Julie forward again and he had his tongue exploring
the inside of her mouth when he unhooked the bra and moved under it
to caress first the sides of her breasts and then her nipples. As
far as the eye could see, Julie was completely covered above the
waist, but in truth she was now naked there and open to Dave's
questing fingers. The twitching of her hips was continual now.
Dave tugged at her and said: "Let's get up." He removed her
sweater and blouse and bra now and set them aside, and Julie did
the same with his shirt. By this time his erection was up and
aching, and she put a hand into his zipper to rub it and make it
feel better. (It did, sort of. Anyway it felt good.)
Then came her skirt and his pants, with his shoes being
dropped off about the same time. They held each other again for a
while. Dave let his shorts fall to the floor and he picked Julie
up. Her white cotton panties, now rather wet, were only the work
of a moment for his right hand to remove and drop. Dave heard her
heart beating against his chest.
Dave lay her down and turned to the applicator. He followed
her instructions and shot the clear gel up into her, then lay
beside Julie and made her natural liquids come out to mix with the
artificial one.
Dave raised her knees and got above her. Julie took him in
hand and rubbed the head and positioned him properly. The first
stroke went smoothly at first, until Dave hit the protective
membrane. He raised his hips and entered again. On the third try
it gave and Julie Carter uttered a sigh of completion and David
Whitley added another notch to his imaginary handle.
That first time did not go as well as it might. But they both
reached a climax, and soon they wanted another one.
This time Julie had him wear a condom, and they tried a
rear-entry position. Anything Julie was interested in, she learned
a lot about, and she had been wired for an interest in sex for
years now. She had a long list of things she wanted to try, many
Dave had never heard of. Julie had been reading about sex since
she was five or six, and had learned a lot -- or at least read what
people had to say about it. Julie Carter may have been the most
sexually-informed virgin in the world.
The third time they went back to the old reliable missionary.
Dave entered her slowly, going in and out with a slow motion from
side to side. They both lasted a long time, and those long legs
wrapped around him and those long arms shifted from the small of
his back to his buttocks to his shoulders several times. At the
end Julie's hands did a wonderful job of getting him into her
another fraction of an inch just as Dave exploded, and those seemed
like they weren't the only strong muscles that Julie used on him.
They brought each other to an incredible four climaxes by the
end of the evening, the last one after eating dinner from the
Chinese carryout. An hour after dinner, they were hungry again,
for each other.
This time they showered together, and his fingers wandered
from her back to her front, to between her legs. When Dave entered
her with one finger there, Julie gasped and drew up slightly,
standing on her toes. She shivered and pulled on his erection.
Julie asked Dave if he wanted her to climb on his hips there in the
shower; that idea made him harder than before, but he said no.
Dave took Julie back to the bed, and they lay down, with her
lying blanket on the on the little bit of dried blood that came out
when Dave took her virginity. It was the fourth little stain,
though she did not notice it. He raised her knees and opened her
legs and put his mouth right in the middle. His lips and tongue
drove Julie wild in a short time, and she stayed that way for a
long one. Dave had wanted to pay Julie back for the pleasure that
her mouth had given him, and he put a lot of energy and enthusiasm
into it.
But she urged him soon to shift his body so that she could do
the same to him again, and Dave could glance down to see that long
face taking his erection a long way in. This was another way that
Julie had a lot of theory that she wanted to test out.
They built each other almost to orgasm that way, and that fact
showed in the way that Dave threw himself into her from behind,
both of them lying on their sides and Julie with one leg thrown
over his hips. It only took a few of his strokes into Julie to put
them both over the edge and give them a wonderful way to end the
day.
Sad to say, they had to go back to mutual masturbation in cars
after that for a while. But Dave was very glad that he had
investigated that overlooked gem named Julie Carter, and she was
very grateful to be noticed.
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