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                       Summer Awakenings
                           by John A
                        (C) copyright 2001 



"This is so lame, dad," Billy Malloy complained from the backseat
of his father's Pontiac Bonneville.

"Billy, we're not going to get into it again. Next year you're
going to go away to college. This is probably the last summer
vacation we'll get to go on, honey. Try to appease your old
parents this last time," Billy's mother, Ann tried to mollify
him.

"Bill, like your . . . " Daniel Malloy attempted to say
something, but his son cut him off.

"It's not like I have any problems going on vacation with you
guys, it's just that the Catskills are just totally lame. I mean,
who goes there anymore? Just old people. This is the Borscht
Circuit, for crying out loud."

"Billy, you brought your basketball and tennis racket and there
are courts at the resort we're going to. That's all you'd be
doing if we were home anyway."

"Whatever."

Billy's father sighed as he continued driving on I-84 toward the
Catskill Mountains north of New York City. The family originally
had plans to head to Disney World for the week, but his father
had to postpone his vacation because of work, so the reservations
for Florida had to be canceled. And when they finally found out
when the vacation would be, it was too late to make reservations
-- thus the Catskills were chosen as a last minute alternative.

Billy resigned himself to his fate and turned the volume up on
his walkman as they drove past the rolling hills and farmland of
upstate New York.

*******

After two days of boredom, Billy decided to check out the pool.
All he'd seen down there were families with little kids and old
people, but he needed something to break up the monotony of the
vacation. He couldn't fathom five more days of this.

Over the previous couple of days, he'd played tennis with his
father twice -- winning once and losing once -- shot baskets
about four hours each day, and spent the remaining time lying on
his bed listening to his walkman or reading. He was going out of
his mind.

He was only in the pool for a couple of minutes before he noticed
her. How could he not? Aside from the fact that she was the only
one in the pool other than him under the age of thirty yet over
the age of ten, she was stunning. Her thick, dark, wavy hair
clung wetly around her neck and back. She was tall and thin and
had bright, green eyes and rich full lips. She was swimming
solitary laps, trying to avoid the frolicking families with their
beach balls and constant splashing, aiming to concentrate solely
on the task at hand. Billy edged ever closer to her, driven
partly by lust and partly by the need for companionship of his
own age.

She swam effortlessly, easing her arms through the pool on each
stroke, the water sliding off her shoulders with metered
precision. Her legs pumped smoothly, all of her body a finely
tuned swimming machine. He couldn't help but be fascinated by the
way she graced the water.

Billy began swimming his own laps, casting a gaze in her
direction on each opposing stroke, guessing at where he thought
she'd be without making it obvious that he was trying to stare at
his newfound object of lust.

After finishing two laps of the pool, Billy held onto the edge of
the pool in the deep end, looking around casually -- well, as
casually as possible -- straining to locate the long legged teen.
His heart sank when he realized that she was nowhere to be seen,
probably having left on his last lap of the pool. He cursed
himself for not approaching her and saying something sooner, but
talking to girls -- ones he didn't know -- wasn't the easiest
thing for him to do. Especially ones who looked like she did.
Billy sighed and resigned himself to his solitude.

"Hey," he heard a lilting voice say, mere seconds after a rush of
water splashed behind him. Billy turned, and to his great shock
and amazement, the pretty girl with the swimmer's body and pouty
lips was treading water along side him.

"Uh, hi," he responded a few seconds later, smiling broadly in
what he could only imagine was a goofy grin. Now he was
confronted with the insecurity of knowing that, instead of simply
fantasizing about this girl from afar, he now had to make
conversation with her.

"Here with your folks?" she asked, easily moving her arms and
legs about, staying afloat effortlessly.

"Yeah, it sucks. . . . You?" Billy replied.

"Yeah. There's like no one else here our age. This place is like
a retirement village or something like that," she chuckled.

"And all of these little kids around, yelling and screaming are a
real pain in the ass."

She laughed. "My name's Lauren, by the way," the corners of her
mouth turned upward in a smile.

"Billy," he replied. "Billy Malloy. Where are you from?"

"Bensonhurst," she answered but then noticed his quizzical
expression and added, "that's in Brooklyn." 

Billy nodded his understanding.

"How about you?" Lauren added.

"Barrington, Rhode Island. That's right outside of Providence,"
he said and then continued, chuckling, "of course, everything in
Rhode Island is right outside of Providence."

Lauren went on to describe how she and her sister, her parents,
and grandparents had been coming to the Catskills from New York
City for as long as she could remember. This was the first year,
however, that her sister, Sharon, had gotten out of it. Just
finishing her freshman year at NYU, Sharon was now eighteen and
according to Lauren's Bubba Agnes -- her grandmother -- once a
Goldstein turns eighteen, they can decide whether or not they
want to go up into the mountains. Lauren told him that she had
one more summer to go, although was hoping that she could avoid
next year's trip, since she would turn eighteen in August, and
heading off to college soon after. Although, she added, she
really wasn't going to take any chances of pissing Bubba off, in
case the old woman decided to change the terms of her trust fund.
It wasn't a large fund, but it was enough to get her through four
years of college with a little extra to spare, and she wasn't
about to risk it.

"Besides," she said. "The City is like a shvitz bath now, so I
really don't mind the cool mountain air."

"A *what*?" Billy asked, his Irish Catholic upbringing having
woefully unprepared him for Yiddish colloquialisms.

Lauren giggled. "Sorry. That just means it's steamy and humid as
shit."

Billy laughed, thoroughly entranced by his new friend. Just as he
was about to add something, Lauren splashed mightily and said,
"Betcha can't catch me."

With that, Lauren pushed off from the wall of the pool and swam
away with sleek powerful strokes. She was obviously a better
swimmer than he was and it was going to take a strong effort by
Billy if he was going to reach her, given her lead.

He strained against the water, stroking and kicking furiously,
finally reaching Lauren's left foot about two-thirds of the way
across the pool. She shrieked in laughter and the two of them
tried to splash and dunk each other, wrestling in the water, and
ignoring everyone else in the pool.

They each had a great time together; she with the cute, dark
blond, lightly freckled goy from Rhode Island, and he with curly
haired beauty with the funny sayings from New York, a place --
aside from all of the skyscrapers -- that Billy had only
previously associated with the hated Yankees.

They swam and joked and splashed for the remainder of the
afternoon as if they had known each other for years. Every brush
against Lauren's skin by Billy made his erection grow in his swim
trunks and each bit of contact by Billy against Lauren sent a
chill through her.

"Shit," Billy looked up at the clock hanging on the outside of
the old cedar pool house and noticed that it was already 5:35. "I
told my parents that I'd be back at the villa by 5:30. They're
going to be pissed."

"I need to be getting back too," Lauren added, pushing herself up
onto the edge of the pool. Billy stared as he watched the water
slide down her back and over her ass. When she looked back to
glance at him, she giggled slightly as he tried to quickly turn
away.  Billy then jumped out of the pool and subconsciously
puffed out his chest when he realized that Lauren was watching
him.

She dried herself with her towel and walked toward the women's
changing room of the pool house. This was the first that Billy
got a complete look at her. She was stunning, although the terms
Billy was thinking were "babe" and "hot". Lauren had beautiful
flaring hips with a smallish, firm ass and smooth, muscular
thighs. Around her right ankle was a thin bracelet made of coral
and on the middle toe of her right foot was a little turquoise
toe ring that gave her the slightest hint of "naughty" that
excited him more than he could have imagined.

She exited the pool house and smiled when she saw Billy waiting
for her. She looked coyly at him, expectantly, hoping that he
would say something to suggest they get together again. She
really enjoyed herself this afternoon, and wanted to spend more
time with him. But she didn't want to make the first move. She
was normally very aggressive, but with Billy she didn't want to
be the pursuer, she wanted to be pursued.

Billy, for his part, was unsure of what to do. He desperately
wanted to spend more time with Lauren, but creeping insecurity
and self-doubt made him hesitate. He didn't have much experience
with girls -- his girlfriend during his junior year, Carol
Haskins, had originally asked him out -- and was always a bit shy
around them. But he was drawn to Lauren, and fought the urge to
clam up and slink away.

He could hear his heart thumping in his chest, the staccato
reminder of his nervousness. He smiled weakly as they were
heading out of the pool area.

"Uh, Lauren." he stammered and shifted nervously. "Would, uh,
would you want to hang out in the game room later? I was
wondering . . . I mean, there's not much else around here to do."

Her eyes sparkled and she bit on her lower lip at his offer.
Lauren had dated somewhat frequently since she turned sixteen,
the age at which her parents first allowed her to go out with
boys. But all of the boys she had dated so similar, so like her
and her family. So Jewish. And Billy was the diametric opposite.
With his sandy hair and light complexion, he painted such an
opposing portrait of the sameness she was used to in her day to
day life. Not to mention, she thought lasciviously, eyeing him as
they walked the path toward the villas, he was cute as hell.

"I'd love to, Billy," she said quickly. Perhaps a little too
quickly, she admonished herself, before dismissing her own
insecurities. "How does eight sound?"

"Great," he exclaimed. "Um, I'll see you there," he replied
nervously as the two parted company, heading off in opposite
direction to their own villas.

Billy bounded back to his parents' villa, floating on the
adrenaline of having a date with a total babe like Lauren, he
thought.

Lauren, too, was excited, though more muted in her reaction than
the usually emotional Billy. She smiled to herself as she began
wondering when they were going to hold hands or when they were
going to kiss. Her grin went from ear to ear and hardly went
unnoticed by her parents and grandparents in their three-bedroom
villa suite.

"Nu, Lauren," her grandmother said to her in a thick Yiddish
accent. "Vhy do you look like the cat vhat ate the canary?"

"Oh, Bubba," Lauren smiled and glided across the room to join the
older woman on the sofa. "I had a great afternoon. I met a new
friend by the pool and we had a lot of fun."

"So this boy -- it's obviously a boy -- is he a nice Jewish boy?"

"Well . . . not exactly," she hesitated.

"Vhat not exactly? Is he not exactly a nice boy or not exactly a
Jewish boy?"

Lauren stammered. "He's, uh, not exactly a Jewish boy. He's Irish
and Catholic."

Lauren's grandmother laughed. "That's ok, dear. You're not going
to marry him. Just don't tell your grandfather. Vhen I vas young,
I vas sweet on a Greek boy from the neighborhood. He had thick,
black hair all across his body. He vas so adorable. Oy, vhat a
mensch. Now, don't tell your grandfather *that* either," she
chuckled.

"Vhat's so funny over there?" Lauren's grandfather said.

"Just some girl talk. Nothing you'd be interested in Avram."

After she and her family returned from dinner, Lauren excused
herself to go down to the game room to meet Billy. Just as she
was about to leave, her grandfather pulled her aside.

"So, this boy you're meeting. He's not Jewish, is he?"

"How did you know?" Lauren asked, looking at the ground, shaking
her head. She was amazed that her grandparents seemed to have
this sixth sense, this talent, for sniffing out goyim.

"Vhat, I'm a big schlameel?" he laughed and then said quietly.
"Actually your dad told me. Don't worry about it sweetheart. Just
. . . don't tell your grandmother. You know how that woman gets
about things like that."

Lauren laughed halfway down the hill before her thoughts returned
to meeting Billy. Before leaving, she had internally debated what
she was going to wear for about twenty minutes before finally
settling on a pair of jeans and a fairly tight black knit shirt
that she felt accentuated her figure without revealing too much.
She wanted to look good, but not *too* good.

She entered the nearly empty game room, a large expansive space
with pool tables, shuffleboard courts, ping pong tables, indoor
bocce, and one of those ubiquitous large, tube-like structures
for little kids like you'd find in a McDonald's playland. 

Billy was playing on one of the shuffleboard courts,
absentmindedly sending the quakes across the court, darting his
eyes between the door and the clock, awaiting Lauren's arrival,
and secretly fearing that she wasn't going to show.

She noticed him first, seeing him dressed in an Adidas t-shirt
and jeans, standing in the room tall and lean. She thought he was
adorable.

He looked up, and as he was waving at Lauren, he lost control of
the shuffleboard rod, sending it hurtling across the floor,
causing a clatter heard throughout the entire building that was
only eclipsed in magnitude by the sheer embarrassment he felt at
the moment. Lauren giggled as she approached, her only thought
that his awkwardness made him even cuter. Billy, on the other
hand, was sure that she thought he was a geek and wouldn't want
anything to do with him.

"Hey," she smiled, picking up the rod and handing it to him. "How
was dinner?"

He smiled weakly, still slightly embarrassed by his clumsiness.
"Not too bad. We went to some Italian place in town. It was
pretty good. Where did you guys go?"

"A steakhouse. It was ok, I guess," she shrugged. "I swear, my
grandfather can't go four hours without red meat. It's amazing
his heart hasn't sued him for non support. . . . So what do you
feel like doing?"

"I don't know," Billy fidgeted. "Most of this stuff is kinda
lame. We can play some shuffleboard or pool. There's bocce back
there, but I have no idea how to play. It doesn't matter anyway.
I'm just glad that there aren't too many people around. I don't
know what's worse, all the kids running around or the geriatrics
. . . whatever you feel like doing it ok with me."

"I don't care. My grandfather taught me how to play bocce a long
time ago. When I was a little girl, he used to take me and my
sister to someplace in Queens where a bunch of old men used to
have tournaments. But I don't remember how to play anymore. Let's
just play this for now."

Lauren grabbed a rod and took a sideways glance at Billy's butt
as he bent over to set up the quakes to play shuffleboard. They
each had a great time, despite not having any discernable talent
for the game. Billy soon discovered, much to his pleasure, that
Lauren was a toucher, bumping against him while laughing or
touching his arm while making a point about something. Her
disarming nature put him at ease and he couldn't believe how
great a time he was having. In addition to how pretty he thought
she was, he also got along fantastically with her. They had the
same tastes in music and movies and their night flew along faster
than either of them hoped. Before they realized it, it was
already ten o'clock and the attendant informed them and the few
others still in there that he had to lock up.

"So, does your family come up here every summer?" he asked as
they were leaving the main building.

"Yeah, pretty much. They like the big villas. We can get a three
bedroom so my parents can have a room, my grandparents can and my
sister and I can . . . although this year Sharon couldn't come."

"She should go to the doctor and have that checked," Billy
grinned and then realized that his double entendre might not go
over too well with someone he really didn't know all too well.

Lauren scrunched her eyebrows for a second or two before bursting
out into laughter, swatting playfully at Billy's arm. He grinned
and relaxed.

"You naughty boy," she said slowly and in a slightly deeper
voice. "I'm going to have to watch out for you, I think." Lauren
winked as they continued walking up toward the villas.

"I, uh . . . I had a great time tonight, Lauren," Billy cleared
his throat as they headed up the hill toward their villas, the
cool night air raising the hair on his arms and sending a chill
though him.

"Me too," she smiled and looked into his blue eyes.

They each wanted to say something -- anything -- but nervousness
was taking command of their ability to speak. Finally, after
about a minute of uncomfortable silence, Lauren stumbled on a
crack in the path. Billy instinctively reached out for her and
caught her by the arm. She blushed and apologized for her
awkwardness, brushing her arm against his. Billy swallowed hard,
and grazed the back of his hand against hers. Finally, as if they
dismissed their fears and insecurities at the same time, they
reached out for each other's hand, clasping tenderly, and smiled
at the mutual acceptance.

They walked to the villas, still in silence, but now it was the
silence of mutual contentedness -- during which no words need be
spoken -- each happy with the progression of their friendship.

Billy walked Lauren to her Villa, and before he gave it too much
thought and dissuaded himself from it, he leaned over and gave
Lauren a quick, furtive kiss on the lips. Their mouths were
closed, and it was all quite chaste, but to each of the teens it
felt like heaven. A first kiss is always electric, magical; an
explosion of sight and sound and taste. Nothing can flame the
passions like crossing the breech and venturing forward for that
first, special, meeting of lips.

Lauren smiled broadly and squeezed his hand and Billy felt as if
he were on top of the world.

"So Lauren, are you, uh, doing anything tomorrow?"

"My grandparents want to take me somewhere in the morning. A
place that they used to go to years ago. It's going to suck big
time, but I can't get out of it," she frowned, then looked up
hopefully. "Are you going to be around in the afternoon?"

"Yeah," he answered quickly, barely allowing her to finish her
question. "You want to go swimming or something?"

"Sure, swimming . . . or something," she grinned coyly. "Maybe
about one?"

"Cool, can't wait. See you tomorrow."

Just as he was about to turn to head toward his villa, Lauren
tugged at the front of his shirt and turned him to face her. She
stood on her toes and leaned in to kiss him. This time they
parted their lips and hesitantly ventured their tongues toward
the other's, setting off sparks at the instant of contact.  After
about a minute, Billy tried to separate from contact with
Lauren's body before she discovered the evidence of his
excitement. He wasn't successful, though as Lauren bit her lower
lip and grinned knowingly, her eyes glowing at Billy's
predicament.

"See you tomorrow, Billy," she said liltingly, almost ethereally,
before entering the outer door to her villa.

Billy walked toward his own villa and entered it, pleased that
his parents were still down at the nightclub. He quickly went
into his bedroom and stripped, freeing his tumescence from the
confines of his jeans. He clutched himself firmly and stroked
furiously, thinking about Lauren: her thick, dark hair, the soft,
subtle curve of her ass, the pretty way her mouth upturned when
she smiled, the swell of her breasts. Just a dozen strokes later,
he exploded all over his hand and stomach.

*****

"But Dan, we're on vacation," Ann Malloy said.

"Exactly honey," Billy heard his father say. "So if Billy wants
to sleep late, let him. It's not as if we have anything planned
today. If he gets up in time, I thought we'd play some tennis,
but if he doesn't it's no big deal."

Billy stumbled out of his room wearing the T-shirt he had on last
night, groggily wiping his eyes. "You know, I think it's much
more effective waking me up by arguing about not waking me up
than actually waking me up."

Billy's mother smiled and shook her head as she went into the
villa's kitchen to make breakfast. Billy's father walked into the
living room and flipped on the TV. "So, Bill, who was that cute
girl you were with last night?"

"How do you know what she looked like?" Billy asked.

"On the way from the nightclub to the lounge, your mom and I took
a peek in the game room. She was really pretty. What's her name?"

Billy grinned. "Lauren. We had a good time."

"It sure looked like it to me . . . you two couldn't stop
touching each other. It was cute."

"Ok, do you have a point here, or is my embarrassment enough?"
Billy joked and his dad laughed.

"Actually I do have a point," Daniel paused, taking a deep
breath. "I know we've talked about sex before Bill, but you're
getting older and getting to that age where it's always on your
mind."

"No," Billy denied weakly, his face turning redder with each
second that passed.

His father chuckled. "Bill, trust me, I remember what it's like
to be seventeen years old. It was a long time ago, but I
remember. . . . And I know how these vacation romances can be. I
remember when I was just about your age, your grandparents took
us to the Cape one summer. I met the cutest little redhead from
North Carolina . . . immediately fell in love, got into a
situation I was not fully prepared for -- if you know what I mean
-- and the girl and I ended up holding our breath for the next
month. I don't want that happening to you."

"Dad," Billy interrupted, "I don't think that it's going to be
that way with me and Lauren. I mean, she's hot and all, but I
really don't think anything's going to happen."

"Maybe nothing will. But if something does, I want you to be
ready. These things happen quickly and being away from home seems
to let people be a little freer with their activities . . . kind
of like freshman year in college. Sometimes something spontaneous
will happen and you don't really expect it. So, go get washed and
dressed and we'll tell your mother that we're going to play some
tennis and I'll drive you into town and get you some condoms."

"Dad . . . "

"No, Billy. I know you're a little embarrassed talking about this
with me, but it's better to be cautious. Maybe you won't need
them, but if you do you'll breathe easier if you're prepared, and
she will too . . . and *I* will too," his father kidded.

Billy showered and then went into his room and dressed in shorts
and a t-shirt, ostensibly to play tennis, and he reflected on his
father's words. He thought of kissing Lauren the night before and
how she felt in his arms, and the thought of having sex with her
didn't seem as remote as it first did. Then he chuckled at his
father's words of advice and thought that he was pretty cool for
a balding, slightly paunchy, middle-aged professor of
archaeology.


Billy and his father got back to their villa just in time for him
to change into his swimsuit and head down to the pool in time to
meet Lauren for their one o'clock swim date. Lauren was lying on
a chaise lounge by the pool looking beautiful to Billy. She was
wearing a different bathing suit today -- a tan two piece bikini
that accented her body in all of the right places. Billy breathed
deeply as he grinned at the thought that this was the girl he was
going to spend the day with.

"Hey Lauren," he sat down on the chair next to her and smiled.

She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun and smiled at the
lean blond boy. "Hey you."

Billy wracked his brain for something clever to say, but
everything he came up with just sounded stupid to him. "Umm, how
was your morning?"

Lauren sat up and leaned in to kiss him quickly on the lips.
"Lame . . . but it just got better."

She pounced up, her breasts bouncing slightly in her bikini top
and dove gracefully into the pool. Billy smiled at her movements
and dove in after her -- less gracefully, though.

They swam and splashed and played, much as they did yesterday
except with more touching, for about two hours, until the pool
was so full of kids that they could hardly move. Getting out and
drying off, Billy threw on a T-shirt and Lauren went into the
changing room to put on a light blue tank top and jean shorts.
Billy had never seen anything as sexy as Lauren was right now.

"What do you feel like doing?" Lauren asked. "It's not even three
thirty."

"I don't know. . . . Feel like going for a walk?"

"Yeah, that sounds great," Lauren said, taking him by the hand as
they walked out of the pool area.

For the next few minutes they wandered around the grounds of the
complex before settling on hiking up a hilly trail that was used
in the wintertime as a ski slope. After they reached the summit -- 
albeit not very high -- Billy laid out the two beach towels on
the ground and sat down, offering his hand to Lauren.

She giggled slightly as Billy pulled her atop him. They stared
into each other's eyes for the briefest of moments before
hungrily joining their lips together. Billy hesitatingly inched
his tongue forward and was countered by Lauren sucking it into
her mouth. They could both feel Billy's erection pressing against
his shorts, but unlike the night before he made no attempt to
hide it.

Lauren was awash in feelings of happiness and desire as she lay
on top of her cute, blond new boyfriend. Yes, she thought, I
guess he is a boyfriend, even if it's only temporary. 

Billy squeezed Lauren's ass as they ground their bodies together.
She responded by kissing him harder as their lips and tongues
dueled each other for the better part of the afternoon. Finally,
from sheer exhaustion, they broke the embrace and Lauren laid her
head on Billy's chest as he looked up into the clear afternoon
sky.

"What are you thinking?" Lauren looking into his blue eyes, her
own green ones gleaming with delight.

"Honestly?" he gulped.

"Yeah," she said teasingly, stretching out the end of the word.

"Well . . . I was thinking that I've got to be the luckiest guy
in the world for making out with someone as totally hot as you."

"Really?" she beamed. "That's so sweet."

Billy sighed in relief. When he said it he wasn't sure how she
was going to react to his statement. "So, what are you thinking?"

"Weeeeeeeell, pretty much what you were thinking too," she bit
her lower lip and positioned her mouth near his ear and
continued, whispering. "And that I loved the way your . . . you
know . . . was rubbing against me."

She lowered her head and blushed redder than the brightest robin.
Billy grinned, and though he felt some embarrassment, it turned
him on to know that Lauren was excited by rubbing against his
hard cock.

After lying there, holding each other and kissing intermittently
for the next half hour, Billy glanced at his watch. "Laur . . .
I've got to get going. It's almost six o'clock, I told my folks
I'd meet them for dinner at six."

"Wow . . . I didn't think we were up here for that long," she
grinned as they got up and walked down the hill hand in hand. "I
guess it's true about time flying when you're having fun. . . .
Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Nope, you."

"No, you want to . . . um . . . get together?" Lauren breathed
heavily, nervously. Despite having spent the better part of the
afternoon making out with Billy she was still unsure about asking
him to get together -- the fear of being rejected by someone she
was starting to care deeply about was almost overwhelming.

"Yeah, I'd love to," he said eagerly and she smiled. "But maybe
not the game room tonight, ok?"

Lauren chuckled. "That's fine, it was kind of lame . . . except
for the part where I kicked your ass in shuffleboard. Besides, I
want to go someplace where we can be alone." Her eyes sparkled.

"If you want . . . umm . . . my parents are going out to some
show again tonight and won't be back until about one. Do you want
to come over and watch some TV or something? How does eight
sound?"

"Sounds fabulous," she gushed. "We can watch some TV . . . or
something."

Billy walked Lauren to her villa, where they kissed for another
five minutes before saying their good byes. Lauren broke the kiss
by sucking Billy's lower lip between hers before bounding inside
with the widest grin on her face.

"So Lauren," her mother asked as Lauren entered the villa. "How
is this boy you've been spending so much time with?"

Lauren looked around, making sure no one else was in earshot. "It
was amazing mom. We swam for a little while, then took a walk up
to the top of the ski trail. It was wonderful," she gushed.

"And I assume you spent the rest of the afternoon kissing?" he
mother asked with a grin.

"Well, kinda," Lauren said sheepishly.

Lois Goldstein chuckled. "So, I assume you're seeing him again
tonight?"

Her daughter nodded her head. "We're going to watch some TV."

"Just remember what we've talked about, ok honey?"

Lauren rolled her eyes. "Mom, I've known Billy for, like, two
days . . . and anyway, I'm not going to. . . ."

"Honey . . . I remember being a teenager. Sometimes things happen
that you're not expecting to happen. All I'm asking is that you
be smart about things, ok. . . . Now I'm going to drop the
subject. I think we need to get to dinner soon, Gramps will have
a seizure if he doesn't eat some beef soon."

*******

Billy's father was donning his sportcoat as his mother clasped a
gold chain around her neck. Billy was reclining on the couch,
having just freshly showered and shaved what little facial hair
he had to remove.

"Plans tonight, sport?" his father asked.

Billy shrugged. "Lauren's coming over, we're going to watch some
TV."

"Well, you have fun dear," his mother said as she left the villa.

"Billy, remember . . . " Billy's father started to say something
but was cut off.

"I know. I know," he rolled his eyes as his father closed the
door behind him, chuckling.

Ten minutes later, he heard a knock on the door and he nervously
jumped up to answer it.

Lauren walked in wearing a tight green t-shirt that showed her
tanned lower belly and navel. She was wearing cutoff shorts and
she looked beautiful. They kissed at the door briefly; softly,
tenderly, unlike the hungry, passionate kisses of earlier in the
day.

"Do you want something to drink? We have some coke and some iced
tea . . . also some chocolate syrup, if you want some chocolate
milk."

"You have any Yoohoo?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"You know what sounds great?" she bubbled. "A chocolate coke."

"A what?"

"Chocolate coke . . . don't tell me you've never had one. They're
the best."

"That just sounds disgusting," Billy laughed.

"No way. It's awesome. You have to try some," Lauren said as she
poured coke into the glass with chocolate syrup in it. "You
haven't lived until you've had a chocolate coke. They're almost
as good as half Mountain Dew-half Dr. Pepper."

Billy made a face as she drank a large sip. "Oh God, that should
come with insulin."

Lauren burst out laughing. "You have to try this . . . just a
sip, ok?"

He sighed overtly, making as big a scene as he could before
smiling at her. "If I have to."

"You have to," she grinned and handed him the glass.

He barely had taken one sip before his eyes grew wide and his
mouth turned in the most soured expression Lauren had ever seen.
He shook as he swallowed the drink, and poured himself a large
glass of plain coke to wash down the hideous taste.

Lauren's eyes glowed at his reaction, laughing quietly at some of
the expressions he was making. "I take it that's a 'no' for
chocolate coke?"

"Oh man, that was disgusting," he said as they headed into the
living room to watch TV.

They put their drinks on the coffee table and started kissing
again, Lauren resting on Billy as he leaned back on the couch.
After they made out for about fifteen minutes, Lauren broke the
kiss and leaned back, smiling at her him.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"You mean, other than you?" he grinned slyly and she beamed.

"Yes, silly."

"No . . . I was going out with a girl during the school year, but
we broke up right around the time school ended."

"What happened?" Lauren turned toward him on the couch, tucking
her legs underneath her.

"I don't know . . . something stupid I guess. I don't even
remember what started it all."

She nodded. "Was she pretty?"

"Carol? Yeah, Carol was pretty hot," he said, then quickly
continued. "But she wasn't as nice looking as you."

"You just have to say that if you want me to suck your tongue
again." Lauren grinned then laughed.

Billy chuckled. "How about you? You have a boyfriend?"

"Not really. I date a few guys, but nothing serious."

Billy nodded and took another sip of his soda as the movie "Die
Hard" was coming on TV. "Is this ok?" he nodded in the direction
of the television.

"Yeah, anything's fine. It doesn't matter," Lauren said, then
lowered her tone. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure."

"How . . . umm . . . how far have you gone?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"You know. How far have you gone . . . with a girl."

Billy blushed and looked down embarrassed and Lauren felt as if
she crossed a line she shouldn't have. She was always one to
speak her mind, and it was generally afterward that she thought
about what she was saying.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my
business," she said sheepishly.

"No, no, that's ok. Really. I just wasn't expecting that
question," he smiled warmly and she relaxed. "Not really far.
Carol gave me some . . . umm, hand jobs this year. That's about
it. . . . How about you?"

"Not much at all. I let one guy touch my . . . my pussy once --
over my panties -- but he had no clue what to do. He was all
about poking his fingers around there. It kinda hurt. So you've
never done it?"

Billy shrugged and looked down. "No."

"Me neither," Lauren smiled and leaned forward into him and
kissed him deeply, grinding her hips against his. After about ten
minutes in that position, they two teens lay side by side and
resumed their making out. Billy took the initiative and
hesitatingly began fondling Lauren's tit through her shirt. 

Lauren moaned into his mouth and pressed her chest forward to let
him know she approved of what he was doing. Billy felt her nipple
stiffen and he flicked his thumb over it while he continued to
cup her breasts, eliciting even more moans from her.

Lauren couldn't believe how incredible the contact with her
breast felt. Boys had touched her tits before, but never had it
been like this. From the simple contact, she felt a warm tingle
flow through her entire body. Instinctively and without thought,
she reached her hand out and grasped Billy's hard cock through
his pants, rubbing hard and causing Billy to buck his hips
against her hand. 

"Do you like that?" she broke the kiss and whispered.

"Oh yeah, babe. That feels amazing," Billy responded.

"Touch me there," she said softly into his ear as she turned to
lie on her back. Billy almost fell off the couch, but balanced
himself and kissed Lauren gently on the lips. He lowered his hand
from Lauren's breast, slowly sliding it town her trim stomach,
finally reaching the tops of her shorts. She moaned as his
fingers traced their way down her body, reveling in every bit of
contact from her cute boyfriend.

She reached down and unzipped her shorts, to give him better
access. He paused nervously for a moment, then continued inching
lower, slipping his hands beneath Lauren's silky panties and
making first contact with her warm pussy. She involuntarily
thrust her hips upward and moaned as his long fingers became
moist with her juices.

After a couple of minutes of Billy's inexperienced, but earnest,
fingering, Lauren raised her hips and slid her shorts and panties
over her ass and down her legs. Billy stared at the sight of his
first live pussy, gaping at its beauty, intrigued by its
intricacies.

Lauren took his hand in hers and guided around her thick bush.
She writhed as his fingers probed her folds, becoming wet as they
spread her pussy.

"Touch right here," she said, bringing his index finger to her
clit, causing her to moan and buck her hips. Billy explored the
clit area, rubbing the hooded pearl as Lauren moaned and thrashed
on the couch. His own arousal was at a fevered pitch as she
reached out to stroke him through his pants.

"Billy," she panted. "Can you . . . ummm . . . take off your
pants?"

"Oh fuck," he moaned pleasurably, as he quickly went about
removing his pants and underwear.

Lauren gasped at her first sight of an erect penis and
tentatively brushed a finger against it as if she was afraid that
touching it too hard could cause it to break. Billy moaned and
she gained confidence with each second that passed, daring to
grasp the erect shaft in her hand. Billy rocked his hips back and
forth and Lauren got the idea, beginning a slow stroke of his
cock as she was fingering her pussy.

"Umm Laur," Billy nervously managed to say between moans. "Why
don't we, ummm, go into my bedroom . . . I mean if that's ok with
you."

She grinned shyly and averted her eyes from his as a blush spread
all over her face. She released his penis from her hand and sat
up. They ventured a look into each other's eyes and quickly
looked away, nervous and excited at what they were about to do.

The two teens gathered up their clothes as Lauren followed Billy
to his bedroom in silence. She could never remember being more
nervous or excited in her life. She was about to have sex with a
boy -- *sex*, for crying out loud. And it was a boy she'd only
known for a couple of days. Did she love Billy, she wondered. She
felt strongly about him, he was certainly unlike any of the other
boys she knew. Maybe that's what made him seem so desirable, the
differences from what she was used to. Still, she told herself,
because someone is a little different is no reason to go having
sex with him -- even if he was as cute and funny as Billy was.

Was he going to think she was a slut, or something like that, she
feared. Up until tonight she'd never even let a boy touch her
bare breasts and now she was about to let one . . . fuck her. God
that sounded awful to her. But as she watched Billy's little ass
sway as he walked ahead of her, she remembered holding his
erection in her hand and she remembered how wet his touch made
her. Lauren knew that whatever the consequences, she wanted him
tonight. More than anything she wanted him to -- yes -- fuck her.

Billy for his part was equally unsure about what they were doing.
That he wanted to have sex with her, he had no doubt. She was
pretty and sexy and he wanted nothing more than to touch her but
he was nervous. He'd never had sex before and he was deathly
afraid he wouldn't be able to do it correctly. Would he be able
to find her entrance? Would he come too quickly like he'd heard
about? Would she think he was taking advantage of her? Would he
just plain suck at it?

Billy gulped as he closed and locked the bedroom door behind
Lauren. She smiled nervously at him and then quickly looked away.
He reached out and grasped her hand softly and she seemed to
relax. As he was leading her to the double bed, she paused. 

"Ummm, Billy . . . what if your parents come back?"

He smiled and looked at his watch. It read 8:43. "They went out
to eat and then were heading to the lounge to listen to a singer,
or something like that. The show won't get over until about
midnight."

She smiled sheepishly as she scooted into the bed with him, lying
back and staring up at the ceiling. Billy rolled onto his side as
he turned to face her. They looked at each other once again as
Billy leaned in to brush his lips against Lauren's. She sighed
into his mouth and they both seemed to relax as more natural
instincts took over.

Lauren could feel Billy's erect cock brush against her thigh, and
it sent chills up her spine. Her pussy immediately started to
moisten again and she reached her hand down to grasp Billy's
prick under the covers.

"Come here Billy," she insisted, smiling impishly.

Billy's heart pounded in his chest as the moment his fantasies
had dwelled upon was about to come true. He positioned himself
atop Lauren, his cock bobbing freely.

"Ummm, Billy," she said hesitantly. "Don't you have a . . . you
know . . . a condom?"

"Oh shit," he replied sheepishly. He was so nervous about what he
was going to do that he'd forgotten about the condoms he had
bought earlier in the day with his father. "Hold on a second
babe." He jumped out of bed and went into the dresser where he'd
thrown the bag from the pharmacy.

Nervously, he tore open a wrapper and fumbled to roll the condom
over his erect cock. He was sure that she thought he was the most
inept geek in the world as he tried to put it on. Lauren beamed
at her boyfriend though. She had never felt as aroused as she did
while watching Billy placing the condom on his penis. She was
finally going to have sex, and she couldn't think of a nicer boy
to be with than Billy Malloy.

She held open the covers for Billy to get into bed, smiling at
him invitingly. God, she hoped he didn't think she was some sort
of a slut or something like that. She was nervous about his
reaction, trying to please him, and trying to act as maturely as
possible. She was trying to refrain from acting giddy. She wanted
her first experience to be memorable, and not for behaving
"girlie," as she liked to put it.

Billy looked anxious as he settled in between Lauren's spread
legs. What was he going to do? Was there a special technique to
this. He'd seen a few porn films at his friend Jim's house, and
though they kind of showed the proper method of having sex, they
were all so smooth, so polished. Their moves were rehearsed
almost and Billy felt ill at ease doing some of the things with
Lauren that he'd seen in films.

He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek. She smiled
up at him and bit her lower lip, her eyes full of hope and
excitement. Billy angled himself toward Lauren's waiting pussy
and poked at it once, twice, three times, before finding the
entrance. He was worried that she would think he was the biggest
idiot on the planet for not being able to get it in on the first
attempt. But all Lauren did was beam as she felt his hard cock
begin to penetrate her.

Lauren's face tightened into a knot as she breathed in sharply.
The agony was acute and a tear began trickling out the corner of
her eye. Billy didn't realize what had happened and he stopped
all movement.

"Are you ok, babe?" he asked nervously. "Did . . . did I do
something wrong?"

Lauren's face relaxed slightly and forced a smile through the
pain. "No honey . . . it's not anything you're doing wrong. This
is normal for the first time -- at least that's what I've been
told."

Billy looked down, frightened by the anguished expression on
Lauren's face. He was convinced that he was doing something
incorrectly and smiled weakly down at his girlfriend. "If you
want . . . ummm, we can stop."

Lauren smiled and her face eased a bit more. "No kiddo, I'm doing
better now . . . really, I am. Just go slowly, ok?"

Billy took a deep breath, unsure of himself, but desperately
wanting to continue. He pressed inward slowly, feeling her open
herself to him. Billy grunted involuntarily as his cock went
deeper, amazed at the feelings he was experiencing. 

She could feel her muscles stretch and widen as his cock moved
deeper into her. It was a feeling of half pain and half pleasure
as a penis moved in and out of her for the first time.


Billy took a minute to breathe as he realized he was finally
having sex with a girl. He leaned over and kissed her nipples
softly, eliciting moans from Lauren's mouth as he sped up his
thrusts. Never had he felt anything like this before. Lauren too,
could not believe the feelings she was experiencing. She had been
masturbating for years, but there was something about Billy's
cock inside her that made this so much more incredibly special
for her. As he quickened his penetration into her she felt a
warmth spread through her pussy.

Billy's thrusts were coming more erratically now. His balls were
beginning to tingle and his toes started to curl as the feelings
of climax were beginning to take hold. Just a minute and a half
after they'd begun, Billy was kissing Lauren hungrily on the lips
and shooting his semen into the latex sheath.

Sweating slightly and heart beating rapidly, Billy withdrew from
her pussy and rolled over on the bed, breathing heavily. He
removed the condom from his deflating cock and was about to drop
it over the side of the bed onto the floor when he noticed that
it was streaked with blood. His heart filled his mouth.

"Are you ok, babe? There's . . . there's some blood on the
condom," he said in a high pitched voice, his skin ashen with
fear.

She smiled reassuringly and nodded. "That happens too, kiddo.
It's ok. . . . I guess it's official, now," she chuckled.

Then Lauren rolled on to her side and smiled, kissing him
slightly on the cheek. "How did it feel?"

He relaxed and moaned. "That was amazing. I've never felt
anything like that before. How do you feel?"

She smiled and started tracing her hand down Billy's stomach,
finally reaching his penis. "It felt so good, really . . . I
was wondering if we could do it again?"

At this, Billy's cock began its ascent once again, a mere two
minutes after his first climax. Lauren felt his cock harden and
grinned as Billy kissed her quickly and pounced out of bed to
roll on another condom.

When Billy slid back into bed, Lauren immediately brought his
head down to hers. She parted her lips and joined his is a deep,
hungry kiss, intertwining their tongues as Billy guided his erect
cock into her waiting pussy.

"Mmmm," Lauren moaned into Billy's mouth. She wasn't expecting
him to slide so easily into her, and the welcome -- pain free --
intrusion aroused her even more. Billy, too, was proud of the way
he was able to insert himself on the first attempt. He beamed
inwardly at the thought that he was becoming experienced in the
ways of sex.

Lauren looked up into Billy's eyes and grinned lasciviously as
she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into
her.

"Oh God," Billy exclaimed as he felt himself bottom out in
Lauren's pussy. The feelings of pleasure on his cock were
amazing, but he wasn't nearly as close to climaxing as he felt
the first time. He started a slow steady thrusting rhythm,
withdrawing almost all the way out, before plunging in deeply
again. Lauren grunted on each of Billy's downstrokes as she felt
a warmth start to spread throughout her body. 

"Faster, Billy. Fuck me faster," she grunted, though she didn't
even realize it was her speaking. The words just appeared, as if
she'd given them no conscious thought. Her pussy felt a tingle
that seemed to emanate from deep within her. As Billy's thrusts
increased their speed, Lauren dug at his back, feeling a boiling
begin to well up.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned into his mouth as he continued his
pistoning into her cunt. Billy too, could feel himself near his
orgasm as well. His cock was hardening even more, if that was
possible, and he could feel his balls begin to tingle.

Lauren bucked her hips up at him to meet his thrusts and just
thirty seconds later it was as if she felt a dam break. Waves and
waves of energy crashed all around her, seeming coming from
within her and without. She'd had orgasms before, but nothing
ever this overwhelming. She was lost in the feelings of pleasure
that were sweeping over her.

"Oh Fuck," he cried out as Lauren's powerful orgasm clamped her
pussy tightly around his cock. Billy's balls ached just as he
felt his own sweet release. Once again, he shot his own load into
the condom, feeling as if a pressure valve was opened releasing
his own pleasure.

Their breathing was heavy, ragged, as they each came down from
their crest. Billy opened his eyes and looking into Lauren's
beautiful face. Lauren looked up and kissed his nose playfully as
she released him from the vice like hold her legs had around his
torso. He rolled off and removed the second condom, breathing
deeply and hearing his heart race in his chest.

Lauren rolled over onto him, her head resting in the crook of his
arm. She smiled, idly strumming her fingers over his hairless
chest.

"I love you Billy," she whispered while kissing him softly on the
cheek.

Billy looked over at her smiling face and saw love, and knew love
for the very first time. He was overwhelmed by its power,
overwhelmed by Lauren.

"I love you too, Laur."

They kissed, softly and tenderly, unlike the hurried hungry
kisses of earlier. These were the kisses of lovers -- kisses of
the loved.

Lauren pulled away slightly after a couple of minutes and bit her
lower lip. "Billy . . . I've never felt anything like that
before. It was amazing . . . you're amazing."

Billy beamed, unsure of what to say. He loved what Lauren had
told him, but didn't want to sound like an idiot by saying
something corny. But he took a deep breath and smiled at her, not
worrying about saying the right thing, only wanting to say
something from the heart.

"I always would imagine what it would be like, but I wasn't even
close. You made me feel so good. I can't even describe it."

Lauren beamed and snuggled up close to Billy. The two teens lay
there for the longest time, not saying anything to each other,
just enjoying the closeness, the warmth and tenderness of each
other's touch.

Billy woke to the sound of Lauren giggling softly into his ear
and he realized that he was uncovered. He smiled sheepishly when
he realized he'd fallen asleep for a few minutes.

"Sorry for falling asleep," he said. "Was I out long?"

Lauren grinned as she idly slid a finger up and down Billy's
semi-erect penis. "Only about ten or fifteen minutes, or so. I
was, ummm . . . watching you."

"What were you watching?" he grinned.

It was Lauren's turn to blush. "Just watching you. . . .
Actually, I was kinda watching how your . . . you know . . .
started to get soft and shrink. Then when I started to play with
it, I could feel it get thicker in my hand."

"It does that a lot, umm . . . get hard, I mean," he shared. Now
Billy's cock was almost fully erect again, stimulated by Lauren's
discussion of it and the delicate hand job she was giving to him.

Lauren continued stroking his cock softly, lightly rubbing her
hand over the entire length of his shaft as she leaned close to
his ear. "Billy, I don't want you to think I'm some kind of a sex
maniac or anything, but do you think we can do it again?" she
whispered, hiding her face from his.

"Really? Again?" Billy beamed and she smiled. Lauren was like the
perfect girl for him: pretty, nice body, and a hunger for sex
that matched his.

It was Billy's turn to hide his eyes from Lauren as he nervously
formulated a question for her. "Ummm, Lauren. I, uh, saw in a
movie once where the guy was on the bottom and, ummm, the girl
was on the top. Do you think you'd want to do it that way?"

"Really? Wow . . . that sounds so cool. I'd love to. Wait here."
Lauren pounced out of bed, her breasts bouncing as she did. She
went over to the dresser and pulled a condom out of the drawer
and ripped open the packet. 

"Here, let me try this," she said as she tried to roll the condom
on Billy's erect penis. They both giggled at her first two failed
attempts. Finally, on the third try, she grinned widely as she
successfully managed to roll the condom on Billy.

"Good job, babe . . . a few more times and you can be a pro,"
Billy joked. 

"A pro? A *pro*? Is that what you think of me?" Lauren looked at
him cross-eyed, drying to give him as stern a countenance as
possible, but she just couldn't keep from laughing.

"No . . . I didn't mean a pro like a . . . you know . . . " Billy
stammered before Lauren leaned over and kissed him lightly on the
lips.

"I was just teasing, cutie," she reassured. "Now, how do we do
this?"

"Come here, straddle my hips," he reached out for her as she
kneeled on either side of his legs, his cock tapping eagerly
against her pussy. "Now lift up a little . . . "

Lauren raised herself up as Billy grasped his cock and angled it
toward her waiting hole. Slowly, she lowered herself, feeling
Billy fill her fully as she enveloped his cock. She grunted in
pleasure as he reached deeper into her than he did on their first
two attempts, stretching her more than she could have imagined.
She was in heaven as she controlled the motion this time, slowly
rocking back and forth, letting her long hair drape down over her
face and placing one of her breasts over Billy's mouth.

He suckled the tit eagerly into his mouth as his girlfriend --
his lover -- rocked steadily on his cock. They each were enjoying
the sensations the other was giving as Lauren moaned softly at
the feelings of Billy's mouth on her tit and his hard cock
rocking in and out of her pussy.

They stayed in that position for about a half hour, Lauren
speeding up and slowing down as small orgasms washed over her
body with Billy thrusting up hard at times and just content for
her to control things at others.

Lauren propped herself up and removed her tit from Billy's eager
mouth. Her thick, curly hair cascaded around his face as she
leaned over again and kissed Billy hungrily. She could feel the
warmth spreading throughout her entire body. She sped her
movements on his cock, bucking wildly, and Billy countered her
thrusts, rising up to meet her. 

Lauren started moaning into Billy's mouth as her climax hit,
fucking down on Billy's cock even more insistently as her pussy
spasmed around his hard shaft. All of that was too much for him
as his balls began to churn and he released his own load while
Lauren collapsed onto his chest, exhausted and sweaty.


She smiled wearily at Billy, kissing him softly on the lips, and
still feeling his softening penis inside of her. She closed her
eyes and thought that she'd never again experience such
happiness, such utter bliss as she did at that very moment
looking at Billy and feeling him next to her -- one with her.

Billy stroked Lauren's hair gently as she rested her head against
his chest and her eyes closed. He smiled as he felt his penis
finally fall out of her. She was so beautiful to him, he couldn't
get over how strongly he'd become attached to someone he'd only
known for such a very short time. He kissed her forehead before
he succumbed to his own drowsiness and fell asleep, too.


Lauren awoke with a start to the sound of voices in the living
room. She took a couple of seconds to realize where she was and
then panic set in. She glanced over at the clock which read 12:23
and her fright increased.

"Billy!" she whispered insistently, shaking him out of his deep
sleep.

"What's wrong?"

"It's twenty past twelve . . . your parents are back."

"Oh shit. . . .ok, lets not panic. They won't be staying up long.
They usually get back and go right to bed. With any luck, they'll
be in bed in ten minutes."

"I hope so," Lauren said, her voice tinged with fear.

"It'll be ok. The light's off in here, even if they do look in on
me, if you just scoot under the covers they won't see a thing.
I'll pretend I'm sleeping and they'll close the door. Everything
will be all right," he reassured.

"I hope you're right." She was nervous, but Billy's comforting
words made her relax slightly. It was as if he could make
everything better for her. She'd never felt this way about anyone
else and hugged him tightly, never wanting to lose the memory of
being this close to him.

After about seven minutes, they heard Billy's parent's voices
quiet and the door to their bedroom click closed. Billy waited a
minute before getting up, ostensibly to go to the bathroom, but
actually checking to see if his parents were, in fact, in bed. 

Lauren waited nervously under the covers, putting on her clothes
that Billy had tossed to her when he got out of bed. He exited
the room quietly and saw that his parents' door was closed and
their light was out. He breathed a sigh of relief as there was no
sound from inside their bedroom, either.

He returned, closed the door behind him, and switched on his
light. Lauren was putting her t-shirt over her head and Billy
couldn't help but smile at her. She looked beautiful. She smiled
back and walked up to him, hugging him tightly and kissing him
lightly on the lips.

"You know Billy, tonight was so amazing . . . you can't know how
happy I am that you were the one . . . you know."

"For me too, babe. You were incredible."

"So, is the coast clear?" She tilted her head toward the door.

"I think so," she said, taking her by the hand and leading her
into the darkened living room. They stopped at the door and Billy
leaned down to kiss her deeply. She responded by wrapping her
arms around his neck and losing herself in the kiss.

She opened the door and reached up to kiss him one last time
before leaving. "I'll be at the pool at ten, if you can make it."

"I'll be there for sure." 

"I love you."

"I love you, too," he beamed as he closed the door as she left
the villa.


Billy awoke to the sound of his door opening. His father entered
and closed the door over behind him.

"Have a good time last night, sport?"

Billy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Yeah it was pretty good.
How about you guys?"

"Your mother and I danced most of the night. . . . I personally
hate it, but she loves it. So if I do it every now and again, it
keeps her from leaving me," he laughed. "So, did the girl --
Lauren -- come over last night?"

"Umm, yeah. We watched TV for awhile."

"Oh ok . . . so you're not going to tell me," his father said
matter-of-factly as he chuckled.

"There's nothing to tell. We kissed a little," Billy squirmed
nervously and hoped it wasn't noticeable. Despite his father
having gotten him the condoms, he was ill at ease discussing the
previous night's activities -- even in the smallest detail.

"Well, ok. I'm glad you had fun. Your mom and I are going out
looking at antique shops today," he rolled his eyes and Billy
grinned. "I'm assuming that you and Lauren have plans?"

"Yeah, I'm meeting her by the pool at ten."

"Well, you have a good day," he turned toward the door before
turning around again and pointing to the side of the bed. "Oh,
and Billy . . . it's always a good idea to flush those down the
toilet after you use them."

Billy's face turned bright red as he remembered where he left the
used condoms. After Lauren left he'd completely forgotten about
them. "Ummm dad . . . "

His father cut him off with a chuckle. "Just get rid of them --
and the wrappers -- before your mother sees them." Then his
father shook his head. "Three of them? Three times, Billy? God,
to be seventeen again."



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continued in part 2



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