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Subject: {ASSM} The Way Only Teenagers Can (mf, teen)
Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 11:10:06 -0500
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-- Standard disclaimer: If you're underage in your locality, don't read this.
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		        The Way Only Teenagers Can
			       (mf, teen)
			by: <thursday@altavista.net>


"Justin told me that you grabbed some girl's ass at that party last week,"
Maggie said to me.

"Maybe I'll grab yours tonight," I replied. Boy, was I smooth.

"No. I know what happened after that," she said. "You won't be grabbing my
ass."

Apparently she was under the impression that my obnoxious sexual harrassment
of a fellow party goer last week (a delightful young woman observed me
observing her ass one time to many, and demanded: "If you like my ass so
much, why don't you just grab it?", which I stupidly did, much to the
amusement of everyone within eyeshot) was the prelude to some wild sex or
something. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but being a guy
and not wanting to let her know that, actually, nothing happened other than
my getting slapped in the face, I just winked at her.

We were both 17, high school juniors, and were at a party thrown by a friend
of a friend a couple of towns over from ours. Maggie was tall, at 5'11",
nearly as tall as I was. She was big boned, I guess; not chubby at all, but
she definitely had substance to her; I think she must have weighed about 150
pounds. She had a curvy, hourglass figure, with wide hips and a generous ass,
and lovely round C-cup breasts. Her hair was bleached blonde, cut in a nice
pageboy, and she had dark brown eyebrows above striking dark blue eyes. Her
face was round, and her pale skin was dotted with light freckles along her
cheekbones. Maggie had just started hanging out with my little crowd, after
coming back home from a year as an exchange student in Europe.

Maggie had been a member of the in-crowd before she'd gone away for the year.
When she returned, we started to hear rumors about her promiscuity in Europe,
and her heretofore friends seemed to drop her. I guess that she'd discovered
sex and liked it and told her friends about it, and they, being teenagers,
found that as enough reason to shun her. This, despite the fact that many of
her friends were themselves quite promiscuous; but there's no such thing as
logic when you're 17.

So Maggie started hanging out with my group of friends. We tended to think of
ourselves as outcasts--I think one of us actually said that at one point--we
were all fairly different from one another in some ways; one of us was an
aspiring filmmaker, another an artis, Kim aspired to be an innkeeper when she
grew up, and I fancied myself a writer, sitting in the hallways during recess
reading Kerouac, Hemingway and Salinger, but we were all bound together by
the fact that, at some point in our careers at school, we'd managed to be
rejected or scorned by every other social circle in our small high school. We
actually were a stereotype although we thought we weren't. The only thing
that separated us from the rest of the school's various groups of nerds was
our liberal use of alcohol and tobacco, which, for some reason, endeared us
to, and created a happy peace between, us and the in-crowd.

Maggie's attachment to our little group began during lunch one day when we
all stood off campus smoking. She just sauntered up and started talking, and
smoking with us, which, in retrospect, must have taken a great deal of
courage, since, as a group, we weren't the friendliest bunch of people. It
took us a while to warm up to her--like an elephant, I have a ridiculously
long memory and couldn't forget one occasion 5 years before when she, as one
of the "cool" kids, had said something rude and scornful to me--but after a
few weeks, she was one of us, present at all of our weekend affairs, and
sneaking off campus to smoke with us between classes, hanging out with me at
the dive coffeeshop I frequented before class.

I was talking about Maggie with a classmate one day. I think I was
complaining about having a new person around to get used to.

"Dude, she digs you," my classmate, a stylish jock, told me. "I'd bone hard
on her."

When he told me that, it seemed to make sense. She seemed to hang out with us
mostly when I was there and she was always interested in the books I was
reading and wanted to read them, too. But although I'd been with four girls
by that time in my life and certainly wasn't a virgin, I still wasn't past
the point where my hands shook whenever I did anything sexual with a girl..
And, since I was a bit chubby--220 pounds on a 6'1" frame--I still found it
hard to believe that a girl could "dig" me without the aid of alcohol.

But until tonight, I'd been mostly oblivious and uninterested--even if she
were attracted to me, it seemed wrong to do anything about it, since she
seemed to be in a vulnerable state with having lost all her friends. Or I
just assumed that she must feel as bad as I thought I would have, had the
situation been reversed. At any rate, I was completely obsessed with our
friend Anne, an impossibly beautiful and coquetteish redhead who,
unfortunately for me, had a boyfriend.

It was early at the party, and people were just beginning to arrive. My
friends and I went out to the back yard to get some beer from one of the
kegs. We all filled cheap plastic cups with cheap foamy beer. I'd heard that
dragging your index finger along the outside of your nose and then dipping
said finger into the foam in your beer would somehow magically cause the foam
to dissolve--probably a chemical reaction between the foam and whatever
disgusting grease lived in a teenager's hormone embattled skin. Standing in a
circle with Maggie and a couple of our friends, I made a great display of
dragging my finger along my nose and inserting it into my cup. There was,
indeed, some sort of chemical reaction, and the foam in my beer had decreased
somewhat. I removed my finger, which was coated in foam and beer, and held it
up to the world, with a quizzical look on my face, as if to ask, "what do I
do with this?" I was about to wipe it off on my bluejeans when Maggie stepped
closer to me and suddenly my finger was enclosed in her mouth, her tongue
sucking the beer and foam off my index finger. Words can't describe the
feeling of her mouth--if I were half the writer I'd once hoped to be, I could
write volumes about it; it was warm and gentle and wet and fleshy--it was the
softest, most intensely sensual feeling I'd ever had; it was heaven. To this
day, the memory of that feeling gives me shivers. All the female mouths I've
experienced since then have been compared to Maggie's, and they all fall
short.

I was slightly flabbergasted by Maggie's forward-ness, and all I could do was
offer a "thank you," while a tingle shot through my body, terminating in my
loins.

As more and more people began to arrive--all strangers to us, since we were
interlopers from another town--we continued to drink more and more. With each
fresh beer, I'd repeat the nose-to-thumb-to-beer routine, and, each time,
Maggie seemed to be nearby, and would happily take the proffered finger into
her incredible mouth and roll her tongue around it.

By 10:00, our friend's band was playing--loud, unintelligible punk rock--and
Maggie and I were standing in the kitchen facing the band, which was playing
in the dining room opposite. There were about 50 other people there in that
small, suburban kitchen; it was standing-room-only, and we were packed in
like sardines. We were leaning against the counter, and I had my hand around
her waist. I started to attempt to work my fingers between her ass and the
counter against which we were leaning--she was, after all, expecting an
ass-grab, so why disappoint her?--when she turned toward me.

"If you grab my ass," she shouted into my ear, "I'll scream." This was really
funny since I could barely hear her shouting at the top of her lungs.

"You can't scream," I told her, "if my finger's in your mouth."

To keep up appearances, I suppose, I dipped my finger into my beer, and
reached up to her mouth, and slid it past her lips. Maggie, doing her part,
stepped forward from the counter top, opening just enough room for my open
palm to slide from the small of her back onto her glorious left cheek, which
was at once soft and firm. She promptly leaned back, trapping my hand
somewhat painfully between her ass and a kitchen cabinet. She had abandoned
all pretense of licking beer off of my finger, and was now actively giving my
finer a blowjob, sliding it into and out of her mouth. We were attracting a
bit of attention, party goers nearby were pointing at us, and our friend, the
band's drummer, was laughing as he banged on his drum set.

Maggie pulled my hand out of her mouth, and led me by my wet finger to the
sliding glass door to the back yard. It was a cold Northern California
February night, and there were only a couple of people back there: two
stoners at the keg, filling their cups, and a couple on a chaise longue,
making out.. Maggie led me around to the side of the house, where she leaned
against the wall. Dropping my hand, she took my face between both her hands
and brought her lips to mine, parting them with her lips as she opened her
mouth. Her lips were soft and infinite and melted into mine as her tongue
slid past my teeth into my mouth. We made out, wildly, as only teenagers can,
for nearly an hour, although it seemed like only a few minutes. I felt her
hands on my behind, my back, my neck, my head, and soon she was sliding her
open palm across the front of my pants, rubbing my cock, which had been hard
for hours and was leaking precum onto my jeans. My hands traveled from her
ass, along her hips and up the sides of her torso to her round breasts. I
cupped them in both hands as we continued to kiss. My thumb traced circles
around her hard nipples, and I began to unbutton the first three buttons of
her blouse.

"It unhooks in front," she told me, referring to her bra, as she broke our
kiss.

I unhooked her bra on my second attempt, and my mouth found her stiff pink
nipples. Sucking one into my mouth, I licked and nibbled on them, alternating
from left to right. Maggie breathed heavily, and said "oh, yeah," once when I
bit a little hard on one. I soon felt her hand leave my crotch and begin to
unbutton my jeans. She slipped her hand into my underwear, and, with the butt
of her hand resting against my pubic hair, she wrapped her fingers around the
base of my raging hardon.

We were kissing again, and Maggie leaned into me with her shoulder, turning
us around with my back to the wall. She quickly pulled open the remaining
buttons on my jeans, and pulled them and my underwear off my ass and my
seven-inch cock sprang free into the 45 degree night air. She kissed me
again, and held my cock by its circumcised head as she sank to her knees.

"Mmmm," she murmurred, as she slowly, tentatively, slid her tongue against
the underside of my dickhead. Licking the precum off my dick, her mouth
formed a wide O as she pushed her head toward my body, taking me into her
mouth. I could feel her slick top teeth against my crown as it slid past
them. She held me there in her soft, warm, velvet mouth for a moment, eyes
closed, with one hand reaching between my legs, cupping my butt cheek. Just
being in her mouth was pure, buttery bliss, and I shortly felt her tongue
slide along and around my shaft. Maggie then slowly began to pull away from
me, sliding my cock again along her tongue. This began a fast cycle of mouth
fucking, as her head bobbed back and forth along the length of my penis, with
Maggie sucking enthusiastically whenever my cockhead reached the tip of her
tongue. Maggie was making sluprping sounds, holding the base of my cock with
her left hand, and my breathing had increased steadily to the point of
panting, and I was moaning with pleasure. She took me out of her mouth
briefly, and ran her tongue around my dick head, and took me in again. It was
at this point that my stomach tightened, and I caught my breath as my penis
jerked in her mouth, and pumped four or five shots of hot, teenage sperm
against the back of her throat. Maggie didn't miss a beat, and kept fucking
my cock with her mouth, swallowing my cum.

Finally, she gingerly pulled her mouth off of my cock, and stood up, pulling
my pants up from around my ankles. She kissed me deeply, and I could taste my
salty sperm fresh on her tongue.

"Martin," I heard Justin, our ride, shouting from the back door.

"Oh, shit," I said to Maggie. I was horrified because a) I didn't want this
to stop now--I hated boys who would leave a girl hanging after getting a
blowjob, and b) although most teenaged boys might not be embarrassed about
being caught with their pants down, so to speak, I would have been
mortified..

Maggie began buttoning her shirt, and I stuffed my still hard cock back into
my jeans.

"Yeah?" I said, as we emerged from around the corner.

"I'm leaving," said Justin. "Do you guys want a ride?" It was after midnight.

"Yeah," Maggie replied.

So 5 of us piled into Justin's old Oldsmobile. Maggie and I sat in the back
with one of our friends, while Justin and Anne were up front. I was stuck in
the middle.

After we'd settled in and were about five minutes into the forty-five minute
drive home, Maggie draped her left leg over my right leg and leaned her head
onto my shoulder. I put my hand on her soft thigh, about halfway up from her
knee. Maggie took my hand and pulled it to her crotch. It finally dawned on
me that she was wearing a skirt. I looked to my left and saw our friend Rick,
with whom were were sharing the back seat, sleeping. Up front, Justin drove
and smoked cigarettes as Anne sat silently, probably sleeping, next to him. I
took my hand from Maggie's lap and, reading my mind, she loosened the
waistband of her skirt, and I slid my hand down past her smooth tummy, into
her panties, past the coarse curly hair covering her pubis. My fingers slid
down her slit, on either side of it; her panties were completely soaked with
her juices--my knuckles were shortly caked with the juices soaking her
panties. I slid my index finger along her outer lips, and up to her hard
clit. Sliding back down, I slipped one and then two fingers into her hole,
and managed to pull them in and out for a while, finger fucking her as her
breathing quickened. My wrist tiring of the awkward position it was in to
keep my fingers inside her, I resumed sliding my finger up and down her lips.
Maggie would catch her breath each time my thumb or forefinger brushed her
clit in my increasingly rapid ministrations on her puffy pussy lips. I began
rubbing her clit with my thumb as my forefinger continued its frenzied
pistoning up and down her slit, slipping into her hole from time to time.
We'd been going like this for a while, when her body went rigid, and she
stopped breathing as she bucked against my hand.

It wasn't until now that I noticed the intense, musky smell of her sex
pervading the entire car, and Justin grinning at me in the rearview mirror.
Maggie cracked the window, and we smoked cigarettes for the rest of the ride
home.

Justin let me and Rick and Maggie out at my car, which I'd left in the school
parking lot next to Rick's. Rick offered Maggie a ride home--her house was
out of the way for me, and I guess he was oblivious to what we'd been doing
all night--but I told him I'd take her home.

Maggie and I rode silently for the short ride to her house. I stopped two
houses before hers and shut off the car's headlights. We turned toward each
other, and, instantly, like magnets drawn together, we were in each other's
arms. We kissed, and kissed and kissed, and finally Maggie reached toward the
ignition and shut the still-running car off.

"Come in with me," she breathed, biting her lip and staring me in the eye.

Maggie's room was in a little cottage behind her parents's house. We walked
noisily down the gravel driveway, to the cottage. Stepping inside, she turned
on a dim light near the bed and stepped out of her shoes. I did likewise, and
we stood in the small cottage for a moment, not saying anything. I was
nervous--it's always slightly nerve-wracking having sex with someone the
first time, especially when it's not just a one-night stand, which I knew
this wasn't going to be--and we just looked at each other for a while.
Simultaneously, we both took a step closer and fell again into each other's
arms, kissing madly, our tongues sloppily jousting with each other.

Maggie's arms were around my neck, and mine went from the small of her back
down to her ass. Her fingers ran from the back of my neck, around to the
front, and down my throat, where they found the top button of the Oxford
shirt I was wearing, and she unbuttoned it slowly, dragging her fingers along
my skin as each button came free, and finallly pushed it off my shoulders to
the ground.

She ran her fingers through the brown hair covering my chest and belly, and
back up to my nipples, which she pinched between her thumbs and forefingers.
She then leaned into my chest, and flicked her tongue about my nipples,
sucking one into her mouth, which practically sent me into convulsions--no
one had ever done that to me before. Her hand had found its way back to my
crotch, and she unbuttonned my fly, and pulled my pants off of me, and I
stepped out of them, completely nude.

I'd started to unbutton her shirt, and after she took my pants down, she
stepped back to look at me for a moment, and, as she did so, she quickly
removed her shirt and stepped out of her skirt, standing before me in her bra
and panties. Hooking the sides of her panties with her thumbs, she pulled
them off and stepped out of them, flinging them to a pile of clothes across
the room. She then removed her bra, and backed up to the bed. She stopped
before lying back, and her body was pure teenaged perfection. Her breasts
were lovely and round and firm, crowned with stiff pink nipples; her small
tummy rose slightly with each breath and was round and beautiful as well, and
it gave way to a perfect triangle of coarse black pubic hair.

She lay back, with her ass on the edtge of the high queen-sized bed, with her
knees together. I stepped closer to the bed and started to kneel before her
so I could go down on her.

"No," she said, "I want to feel you inside me now. "

"Umm," I started, "I probably won't last very long at first, but I will if we
do it again." I knew this was lame, but I'd found that giving a warning that
I wouldn't last long at first went a long way to alleviate the evarrassment
of coming too soon.

"That's ok," she told me, "but I want you now."

And she opened her legs, exposing her dripping pussy. My cock jerked and was
leaking precum as I stepped in between her legs and felt the purple head of
my penis meet her gloriously wet outer lips for the first time. I held my
cock steady and pushed into the warm, slippery, wet world of Maggie, feeling
the walls of her cunt surrond my dick. Maggie's eyes opened wider as each
inch slid in, becoming as large as saucers, it seemed, by the time my pubis
met with hers. At the same time, she issued this great, gutteral moan as I
moved inside of her.

I paused there for a moment, and slowly pulled out, and pushed back in.
Again, I pulled out slowly and pushed back in. A third time, again, this
time, Maggie met my slow thrust with her own. Again, I pulled out. Pushing in
this time, I felt the walls of Maggie's pussy contract against my cock. I
winced. "Think about math," I told myself.

"Faster," she said.

More quickly, I pulled out. I pushed in, and she met my thrust with one of
her own, hard, and our pelvises slammed together. Her pussy clamped down on
my cock, and I started to pull out. I felt myself starting to cum.

"I'm coming," I cried, as I instinctively pushed back into her sex.

"Good," Maggie said. "I want you to last a lot longer next time."

Pulling out, I knelt at the base of the bed, and started licking her pussy.
I'd never done this before after just coming inside someone, but the cummy
kiss I'd had from her earlier had been enough to alay any misgivings I might
have had about tasting my own cum. If it's good enough for her, it's good
enought for me. Pushing my tongue past her lips and into her hole, I could
taste her juices mixed with mine. I began licking in earnest, alternatly
slipping my tongue into her hole and sliding it up and down her slit. She
wrapped her ankles about my neck and reached forward with her hands to hold
my head to her dripping snatch.

Her breathing quickened, and I reached up her torso to her breasts, which I
cupped and squeezed, pinching her nipples as I lapped at her cunt. "Oh yeah,
oh eyah, oh God," she cried, pushing my face even further into her sex. Her
whole body shook and then went still as she came in wave after wave.

I climbed onto the bed, and lay at her side as she caught her breath. She
turned onto her side and grasped my half-hard cock with her hand, and slowly
started pumping it. It quickly became hard, and Maggie turned around and got
on her hands and knees. I got behind her and pushed my eager penis into her
wet slit. She started rocking forward and backward on her knees, sliding my
cock into and out of her pussy. I met her thrusts until we were slamming
against each other furiously, my balls slapping against her with each thrust.

I pulled out of her, and she got on her back. My cock hung between my legs,
glistening with her cunt juice as I seaned down to lick her nipples. Licking
the salty sweat from her breast, I felt her reach down and guide my dick into
her pussy. She wrapped her legs around mine and dug her nails into my ass as
I pistoned into her pussy. We kissed, and kissed, and kissed, all the while
thrusting at each other as if the world depended on it.

Rolling to my left, I held onto Maggie, and pulled her on top of me.

:You *are* lasting longer," she said to me, looking down into my eyes. Her
breasts hung down from her chest, and I leaned forward to suck a nipple into
my mouth. She gave my cock a squeeze with her vaginal muscles, and slowly
started rocking back and forth while I licked her nipples. She leaned down to
kiss me, and, as she ran her tongue about my lips and teeth, her breassts
flattened against my hairy chest, and I reached down to massage her ass. I
began thrusting into her, and she straightened up, dragging her hands through
the hair on my chest to rest on my stomach.

Maggie rocking back and forth, me thrusting into and out of her, I reached
between us and began to pull on her clit, rubbing it quickly. Her face went
flush, and I felt her pussy squeeze down on my cock, nearly sending me over
the edge.

"Unnnh, unnnh, UNNNH, AAHHHH," she cried, waking, I'm sure, our Ambassador in
China. I don't know how her parents couldn't have hear us. The site and sound
of a beautiful girl coming was more than enough to send me over the edge, and
I came inside her again.

When we recovered, she remained upright on my still hard penis. We just
looked at each other, staring into each other's eyes for a long moment. I sat
up, keeping her astride my cock, and we made out the way only teenagers can.

--End--

Author's note:
This work is copyright (c) 2000 <thursday@altavista.net>. All rights reserved.

Comments, questions, and constructive criticism (please!) are welcome at
<thursday@altavista.net>.

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