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Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Awakenings" by John A [2/2] (mf rom teen first)
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                       Summer Awakenings
                           by John A
                        (C) copyright 2001 


Part 2
------

The pool was teeming with kids and their families by the time
Billy arrived at 9:50. It was already 83 degrees out and the day
was forecast to have a high in the low 90s. He looked around for
Lauren, but didn't see her anywhere so he decided to jump into
the deep end to cool off. 

Billy swam around for about twenty-five minutes when he spotted
Lauren walking into the pool area. His heart leapt when he saw
her but something seemed different about her. There wasn't the
usual effervescence from her he was accustomed to. 

"Hi," she said as she leaned over the pool, smiling weakly.

"Hey, Lauren, what's up?"

She shrugged her shoulders and turned around to sit on an empty
chaise lounge. Billy jumped up out of the pool and sat down on
the edge of her reclining chair, leaning over to kiss her. Lauren
barely brushed her lips against his and then pulled away.

"What's wrong?" he asked, perplexed.

She shrugged again. "I guess I'm not in a good mood."

"Why?"

She sighed disgustedly. "My parents gave me a hard time when I
got in last night. They got all meshugeh on me. Wanted to know
where I was, what I was doing. Blah, blah, blah."

Billy grinned sympathetically. "What did you tell them?"

"That I was out with you and we lost track of the time. Then I
got this whole, big lecture that I really don't care to get into
now. Actually, I'm going to get going, I don't feel much like
swimming."

"You want to do something else?"

"No. I think I'm going to be by myself for awhile. If you want,
I'll meet you in the game room at eight. If you don't, that's
fine too," she said sadly as she stood. "Have a good one."

"Yeah, eight will be ok. See you then," Billy said, perplexed as
Lauren took her leave of him and headed up the hill toward her
villa.

Billy started blankly up the hill as he watched Lauren walk away.
He had no idea what was bothering her, though he thought he had a
pretty good guess. He figured that she was really regretting
making love with him the night before and didn't want anything
more to do with him. He hung his head in sadness as he, too, left
the pool area and headed toward his villa.

He lay on his bed for about two hours, staring up at the ceiling
and wondering what went wrong. Last night was so amazing and
today was just so incredibly painful. The emotions he was feeling
were as different as, well, night and day. He didn't know Lauren
all that well, but what he knew of her, he could tell that she
wasn't telling him everything. There was something more that she
was holding back and he needed to know what that was. 

The uncertainty of it all was killing him and he knew that no
good would come from lying on his bed all day. He jumped up,
threw on some socks and sneakers, grabbed his basketball and
decided to head down to the courts to try to take his mind off of
things.

Thoughts of Lauren filtered through his concentration as he shot
baskets. He tried to put it all out of his mind and just focus on
his shooting. After about an hour or so, he was getting into a
nice groove hitting shots routinely from inside twenty feet when
he heard a noise behind him.

"Hey cutie, nice shot you have there," Lauren said, smiling shyly
as she approached from the other end of the court.

"Hey, what's up?" Billy asked apprehensively.

She closed the distance between the two of them and kissed him
gently on the lips, before snatching the ball out of his hands
and shooting wildly from about ten feet.

"Interesting release," he teased.

"Well, I am consistent within a two foot radius. Outside of that,
I have no skills."

She walked back over to him, taking one of his hands in hers.
"I'm sorry about before . . . I was in a lousy mood and I had a
lot of stuff on my mind. I didn't mean to take it out on you."

He smiled openly and wrapped his arms around her. She squeezed
his waist and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for not being mad at me.
Can we go somewhere to talk?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah . . . let's head down past that stream . . . we should be
alone there."


Billy sat down first in the short grass as he watched the stream
gurgle by. Lauren flopped down next to him, crossing her legs
under her. She felt a knot in her stomach and her heart was
beating nervously. As she sat on the ground she winced in pain,
an acute reminder of their activities from the night before.

"Ummm, Billy, about last night," she averted her eyes from his
and absentmindedly picked blades of grass from the ground. "Do
you think I'm a slut, or something like that?"

"What? No! Because of last night? Why would I think that?"

"I don't know . . . I guess because I wanted it so badly and kept
. . . you know . . . playing with you," she sighed and buried her
head in her hands.

Billy reached for her hands and took them away from her face. He
held them tenderly in his and looked into her eyes as she slowly
raised her face to his.

"Lauren, I though that what we did last night was special. All I
could think of today was spending time with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Last night was amazing. I mean, it w . . . "

Lauren cut him off. "I felt so incredible being with you. I
couldn't get enough of you. Even when I left I wanted nothing
more than to spend all night with you. Then last night and this
morning when my parents were giving me all their crap . . . I
just wanted to scream. And I was so worried about what you'd
think of me . . . "

"Hey . . . I love you," he said, wrapping his arms around her as
she leaned against him.

"Do you . . . really?"

"Yes I do," he beamed.

"I love you so much, Billy." Lauren smiled and breathed a sigh of
relief.

"I . . . ummm . . . had a dream about you last night."

"Really?" she perked up and Billy nodded sheepishly. "What was it
about?"

He blushed and looked at the ground. "You might not want to
know."

She grinned and felt flush. "Oh my God. It was one of those
dreams?" she gushed and leaned against him. "You've *got* to tell
me what it was about."

He nodded shyly. "Do you really want to know?"

"You know I do."

"I'd rather show you than tell you," Billy whispered into her
ear. 

Lauren giggled and leaned forward, pushing Billy on his back. She
stared into his eyes and ran a hand through his wavy hair as she
joined her lips to his. They kissed like that for what seemed
like hours, their mouths and lips and tongues becoming one with
each other. Finally, giggles from two children walking by broke
their embrace and they looked sheepishly at each other and the
two boys walking by.

"Oh God, Billy. I want you so badly. I was so worried about what
you'd think of me, but when I looked into your eyes and heard
your voice, I knew it was ok."

"I want you too, babe. You don't know how much. Ever since that
first day I saw you at the pool, I've done nothing but think
about you. And last night was so amazing. I never thought it
would be so great."

"I love you Billy," Lauren beamed.

"I love you too."

The two teens stood and headed back toward the resort, walking
hand in hand, smiling and being perfectly content with each
other. They parted at her villa, kissing softly and promising to
meet later at his villa, hoping that his parents would be going
out again, but willing just to be together even if they weren't.


********

The door knock came a little before eight.

"You must be Lauren," Billy's mother answered the door. "Billy
said you were pretty, but I didn't realize how pretty you were.
It's so nice to meet you. Come in dear."

Lauren smiled politely. "Hi Mrs. Malloy, nice to meet you, too."

Billy emerged from his bedroom and smiled at his girlfriend. He
walked up to her and sheepishly gave her a light kiss on the lips
as his mother looked on. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed
a Yoohoo for Lauren and poured himself a Coke.

"I went out earlier and got some Yoohoos for you," he grinned,
handing the bottle to her.

She hugged him tightly. "You're the best, you really are."

Billy's father joined the three of them in the living room. The
subject, as it often did with Daniel Malloy, turned to schooling.

"So Lauren, what are your plans for college next year?"

"Well, I really want to major in some sort of communications
area. Either radio or television. I haven't made up my mind," she
said. "I have a list of places I'll be applying to . . . probably
about a half-dozen."

"How are your grades?"

"They're good. I've made the principal's list every year so far
and all but one term I had all A's."

Billy looked on and smiled, even more impressed with his
girlfriend. They talked for a few minutes more about what to
expect from college life before Billy's mother looked at her
watch. 

"Dan, the show's going to start in ten minutes, and I'm sure the
kids don't want you boring them for the rest of the night," she
teased. "I know *I* don't want to hear you go on about this all
night."

"Well kids, I guess that's my cue to leave . . . you two have
fun," Billy's father said, grinning a bit too widely for Billy's
liking.

They said their good byes as his parents left for the night.
Billy took another sip of soda and breathed a sigh of relief that
they hadn't said anything too embarrassing in front of Lauren.

"They're nice," she said leaning in to kiss Billy.

He shrugged. "They're not so bad, I guess. . . . Hey Laur, where
is it that you're applying for college, anyway?"

"Well, lets see," she tucked one of her legs underneath her which
allowed Billy to peek up her skirt. He blushed and averted his
eyes when he realized that she knew what he was doing. "You
know," she said lowering her voice to barely above a whisper.
"You'll get to see everything down there soon enough anyway." She
stuck out her tongue playfully and Billy turned crimson.

"Anyway . . . right now I'm probably looking at NYU, Marquette,
Emerson, Hofstra, Quinnipiac, and probably SUNY-Oswego. Although,
I might be inclined to make a visit to Providence College at some
point this fall," she grinned coyly. "How about you?"

"I want to major in Finance or Economics or something like that.
Right now I'm looking at BU or Boston College, PC, and maybe URI
as a safety school. I'd like to go to school in Boston though,
it'd be so lame living at home and going to school. I know my
parents wouldn't pay for me to stay at the dorms if I was going
to school in Rhode Island."

"That would suck big time," she agreed. "Hey, wouldn't it be so
cool if you went to school in Boston and I got accepted to
Emerson? Anyway," she changed the subject quickly before
lingering on a potentially awkward moment and leaned in closer to
Billy. "I want to hear about your dream . . . actually I want to
reenact your dream. God, I get near you and I become instantly
horny," she blushed slightly and stood, holding out her hand.

"C'mon," she said simply.

Billy sprang off the couch and moved swiftly to Lauren's side,
sliding his hand over her ass as they were walking toward his
bedroom.

"Oooo, I love it when you touch my ass," she cooed and Billy
squeezed her cheek again.

Lauren shut the door behind her and looked slyly at Billy as she
slowly removed her shirt. Next, she unzipped her skirt and slid
it off her legs. She grinned and posed seductively wearing just a
matching satin bra and panty set. Billy's mouth almost hit the
floor and his cock sprang to attention immediately.

"Wow," was all he could manage to say as Lauren walked slowly to
him and rubbed her body against his.

She kissed his cheek and burst out laughing. "I'm trying to be
seductive. I guess I have to work on that a little," she said
self-consciously.

Billy shook his head as he was removing his shirt. "I don't know
about that. It works for me."

She removed her bra and panties and scooted in bed as Billy was
taking off the rest of his clothes. Her eyes widened when she saw
his cock bob free and a tingle went through her. Billy crawled up
on the bed and scooted next to her, leaning in to kiss her
deeply. His cock brushed against her thigh as he cupped her right
breast, flicking his thumb over the hardening nipple.

Lauren reached out for Billy's cock and stroked it gently, making
it twitch in her hands. Billy slid his hand down her trim tummy
to her pussy as he kissed down from her lips to her neck, making
soft sucking kisses from her ear to her collarbone. Then he
licked down her chest until her got to her left breast, sucking
it and flicking his tongue against it.

Lauren moaned and squirmed in ecstasy at the feelings Billy was
giving her. His fingers were spreading her pussy lips apart and
one was rubbing her clit while his mouth was sucking her tit.

"Fuck Billy," she cried as she bucked against his hand. "Rub me
harder, baby."

Billy paid more attention to her clit and frigged his finger
roughly over the hooded pearl. Lauren grabbed a tuft of Billy's
hair and squeezed it tightly as the wave of an orgasm rushed over
her. Sweating, and with her heart beating rapidly, she released
her grip and brushed her lips against his. "You're amazing, do
you know that? Go get a condom on."

Billy returned to bed wearing a condom and slid easily into
Lauren's slippery hole. As worked up as he was, he knew it wasn't
going to take long. He thrust deeply as he felt Lauren's tight
walls grasp around him. Just two minutes later, he was grunting
as he emptied himself into the condom and collapsed tiredly atop
Lauren's body.

Billy rolled over and placed his condom on the nightstand,
chuckling to himself and making a mental note to flush it down
the toilet before his parents got home. Lauren curled up against
him, placing a leg over his and nuzzling her face against his
neck. To each of the teens, this was perfect, idyllic.

Lauren moved her head to look up at Billy. "You know, I was so
nervous this morning about what you'd think of me after last
night. I know I was being silly, but I was really worried that
you'd think I was a sex maniac or a slut or something like that."

"You mean you're not?" Billy teased and Lauren whacked him
playfully in the arm.

"I see you and I want you . . . I've never felt this way about
anyone before."

"Me neither, Lauren. I want to spend every minute with you. This
is going to suck so bad when the week is over."

"I know, I don't even want to think about it," she sighed then
changed the subject. "Anyway, tell me about your dream," she said
in a low voice.

Billy averted his eyes from hers nervously. "Well, it was kinda
like something I saw in a movie once."

"A porrrrrrno movie?" she teased, elongating the word 'porno.'

"Well, yeah," he answered sheepishly.

"How much porn have you watched, anyway?" she asked, chuckling.

"Well, a little. My friend Jim's father has a huge collection.
Every once in a while on weekends when his parents go out, we go
over and watch some movies."

"Sheeeeeesh. I might be a slut but you're a pervert," she winked
at him and then kissed his cheek.

Billy chuckled. "Yeah, but you're *my* slut."

"All yours," Lauren grinned and hugged him tightly before
propping herself up on an elbow. "Now, tell me the dream!"

"Ok," he chuckled. "Well, in the dream, we were in a, ummm . . .
69, but it wasn't this bed. It was a bed I'd never seen before.
Anyway, I was licking your, ummm . . . your pussy," he whispered
the word pussy and Lauren smiled coyly and squirmed a bit. Just
the thought that Billy was having erotic dreams about her sent a
shiver down her spine. "And you were sucking on my . . . you know
. . . "

"Your 'you know'?" she teased. "Sorry . . . go on with the
dream."

"Well, we were licking and sucking each other and I was fucking
you with my finger . . . it was really hot."

"You realize Billy, that we can't do that though," she said,
trying to keep a straight face.

"Why not?" he looked on confused.

"You're not kosher." She broke out into a wide smile and Billy
was sore in the ribs from laughing so hard.

"So, do you want to try it?" she asked hopefully after their
laughter had died down.

"I do if you do."

"It's something you want, I want to do it for you. . . . But, I
really don't know what to do," she said sheepishly.

Billy chuckled. "That's ok, we can figure it out together."

Lauren smiled and kissed Billy lightly on the lips before moving
down his body. She twisted her body as she kissed down his chest
and over his stomach. Nervously, she stared at his erect penis,
her eyes just inches away. She gulped, unsure of what she should
do next when she felt Billy's hands on her hips, pulling them
nearer to his head. She glanced back and bit her lower lip,
grinning at what was about to happen. 

She lifted her leg and placed one on either side of Billy's head,
then turned back to look at his cock. It was the first time she'd
really gotten a close look at it and she was fascinated with it.
It was long and pink, with a purplish head, and there was a
slight clear liquid pooling up right near the hole.

Then she felt a shiver run through her body as Billy made first
contact with her pussy. His tongue licked the length of her slit,
tasting her juices and making his girlfriend squirm. Lauren
moaned at the feelings Billy's tongue and mouth were giving her.
She grasped his shaft firmly in her hand, leaned forward, and
kissed the tip lightly. The pool of precum on the head clung to
her lips, and she involuntarily licked it with her tongue. The
slightly sweet taste excited her and she licked the rest of it
off of the head of Billy's shaft.

Billy moaned into Lauren's pussy and lost all inhibitions as he
fairly attacked her sex with his mouth. Tentatively, he raised
the index finger of his right hand and slipped it within Lauren's
wet pussy. She moaned loudly as Tommy thrust his digit into her
while licking her clit furiously. 

Lauren bucked her pussy against Billy's face and lowered her
mouth over his turgid shaft. She licked and sucked his cock as he
buried his face and two of his fingers in her pussy. She ground
herself over his mouth as she felt the surge of an orgasm
approach. She held her mouth steady as it passed through her
before continuing to bob on Billy's cock.

Twice more Lauren climaxed before Billy could feel the swelling
in his balls approach. He quickly reached and tapped Lauren's
side. It took her a few seconds to realize what he was doing
before she pulled her mouth off his cock. The streams of semen
shot into the air as she stroked his entire length. Blobs flew up
and landed on his stomach, chest, legs and all over Lauren's hand
and forearm.

Billy closed his eyes in exhaustion as he felt Lauren's tongue
lick his cock slightly before she scooted up to join him at the
head of the bed.

"Not bad . . . a little salty," she said, licking her lips. "But
I could get used to it."

Billy opened his eyes, his heart still beating rapidly. "I love
you babe."

She beamed and kissed his cheek. "I love you too Billy," she said
before looking down at her hand and his torso, chuckling. "We're
a mess."

Billy and Lauren snuggled together for about an hour after
cleaning themselves off -- and flushing the used condom down the
toilet -- talking about everything and nothing, sharing that
special time that lovers share after being together.

"Damn, I have to get going," Lauren said as she looked over at
the clock and saw that it was already 10:30. "I don't want to get
more crap from my parents about getting back so late."

"It's ok . . . you going to be around tomorrow?"

"Maybe for a little while. My grandparents want to take us all
somewhere. It's going to suck so bad, but I don't think I can get
out of it. How about if we go out to dinner tomorrow night? I
should be back by five or so, I'll call you then."

"Great, we'll get together for dinner and then do something
after. I'll borrow my dad's car. There's a pizza place not too
far from here . . . if you like pizza that is." Billy then
grinned and added, "Actually the place isn't too far from here
whether you like pizza or not."

Lauren laughed and rolled her eyes. "You are just the funniest."

Billy smiled. "I think my dad will be happy that I'm around
tomorrow. He's been wanting to play some tennis with me . . . and
I think it will give him an excuse not to do anything with mom."

Billy walked her back to her villa, holding hands along the way,
each feeling as content with each other as they'd ever felt with
anyone else. Outside the villa, they kissed tenderly -- playfully
almost -- having become more familiar with each other's body.
Lauren smiled and her eyes sparkled in the pale light of the moon
as she turned to walk inside. As Billy turned to head down the
hill back toward his villa, he thought happily on Lauren's
smiling face and knew that he'd never seen anything as beautiful
in his life.

********

Billy returned his father's serve easily as the two were
finishing up their third set of tennis. The older Malloy was a
much more skillful player than his son, but Billy was in better
shape. By the end of this last set, the high sun was beating down
hard and the heat was being reflected off the court into the
players' bodies. Daniel was dragging and his shots had lost the
zip that they had earlier in the match. Billy was easily
countering his father's volleys and easily took the final set 6-2, 
to give him the match 1-6, 7-5, 6-2.

Daniel smiled at his son as they walked off the court on the way
back to their villa. The sweat was dripping off both of them as
they struggled up the hill after playing tennis for two-and-a-half-hours.

"So dad," Billy said apprehensively as the two of them entered
their air-conditioned suite. "What would the chances be of
borrowing the car tonight?"

Daniel smiled as he took a couple of sodas from the refrigerator,
handing one to his son. "Plans with Lauren?"

"Yeah, I kinda want to go out to eat with her tonight . . . last
night here, and all."

"That's a nice idea . . . what are you going to do after that?"

Billy shrugged. "I'm not sure. I was thinking about a movie or
something like that. I'm not really sure where the closest
theater is, though. There's a miniature golf place not too far
from here though. I think it would be fun, but I'm not sure of
she'd think it's dorky."

Daniel laughed. "Bill, with the way she looks at you, I think you
could suggest anything and she'd love it."

Billy chuckled as he headed to shower. His father went into his
room and quickly showered before coming back out to make lunch
for the two of them. Billy emerged shirtless, wearing a clean
pair of shorts and running a towel through his hair. He threw on
a shirt and joined his father at the table.

"So sport, what are you going to do next week without Lauren
around, mope all day?" his father teased.

Billy shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm really going to miss her."

"You always will miss your first . . . I'm assuming she was your
first," Daniel said and Billy lowered his head, nodding, his face
awash in crimson.

"But it's more than that dad," he lifted his head to look at his
father. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. I've only
known her for a few days and I can't think of being away from
her."

"It's going to be like that for awhile Billy . . . these things
fade after awhile."

Billy shook his head doubtfully. "I don't know dad. I've never
had these feelings before."

"Well, maybe so, enjoy it while it lasts . . . and realize that
you'll never forget your first and she'll never forget you
either. You're all in love with her now, but in a few weeks
things might change."

Billy didn't want to hear it, convinced that he'd always feel the
same way about Lauren. He was going to say something to his
father, but saw that it was pointless, and just finished his
lunch quietly.


********


"Hello," Billy answered the phone at 4:30.

"Hey cutie," Lauren replied. "I just got back . . . what's up?"

"I talked to my dad and I can take the car . . . I was thinking
about going to that pizza place in town, how does that sound?"

"Great. Let me get changed and I'll meet you at your villa. About
a half hour, ok?"

"Terrific. See you then."

Lauren and Billy left for town in Billy's father's Pontiac a
little after five. Lauren was dressed in a short tan skirt and a
light red sweater while Billy had on some navy blue Bermuda
shorts and a dark green polo shirt. Billy looked over at Lauren
and grinned as he was able to see much of her thigh below her
short skirt.

"Keep your eyes on the road, mister," she teased.

"What ever do you mean?" Billy feigned innocence. "I was just
making sure you were wearing your seatbelt."


As they finished their pizza, Billy looked over at Lauren. "What
do you feel like doing now?"

"Anything is fine with me."

"Well, I was thinking about a movie, but I'm not really sure how
to get to the theater. There's always mini-golf . . . there's
that place right down the road, but if you . . . ummm . . . think
it's lame we can do something else."

"No . . . that sounds like a lot of fun. I'd love to do that,"
she said and Billy smiled.


Lauren held a two stroke lead after nine holes. She actually
wasn't better than he was, but she was very good at teasing Billy
and distracting him whenever he was about to hit a shot. She'd
drop her ball just as Billy was about to hit a shot and bend
over, allowing him to see a flash of her panties. On another hole
she slid the handle of her putter up to his crotch just as he was
about to putt, giggling innocently as she did it. In addition,
she was a pretty good putter, easily sinking most putts when she
got on the main putting area, past the obstructions.

"You know, you really don't need to give yourself an advantage
like this, you're pretty good," Billy said as Lauren was lightly
running her finger along the crack of his ass while he was
banding to make a putt on the 14th hole.

"I'm not trying to give myself an advantage," she said coyly,
leaning over slightly, resting on her putter. "I just like
touching you and working you up."

Billy's putt missed the hole by three inches. "Well, I like that
too . . . even if it is distracting."

Lauren chuckled before draining an eight foot putt. "I can putt,
but that's about it. I took golf lessons one summer, but I was
dreadful."

"I play once in awhile. I've been golfing with my dad for about
five years now."

"I'd be great if I could just putt all the way down the course 
. . . kinda like a giant miniature golf course."

"Yeah, that's what you need, a big miniature golf course . . .
complete with a 300 foot windmill right in the middle of the
fairway."

Lauren laughed hysterically, hitting Billy's arm. "Oh God, I just
love you."

They teased each other for the rest of the match, Billy and
Lauren taking turns grabbing each other while the other was
trying to putt. Billy, trailing by a stroke at the 18th hole,
watched as Lauren bent over to address the ball. Casually, he
raised his putter, hooking the hem of her skirt and lifting it
over her ass. 

"Billy," she shrieked, laughing and hitting her ball into one of
the rock hazards on the hole. She turned to him and slapped him
on the upper arm, grinning widely. "You realize that for a stunt
like that, you might not get any tonight." Lauren giggled and
turned away.

Billy reached out for her and wrapped his arm around her waist,
pulling her to him. Lauren giggled and beamed as Billy pulled her
back against him. "*You* realize Lauren, that if I don't get any
tonight, you don't either," he whispered into her ear, as he
kissed her cheek.

"Damn," she said cheekily, turning her head to look at him, her
eyes sparkling. "I'll have to come up with something else then.
Maybe I'll just tease you unmercifully, instead."


Lauren turned on her seat to face Billy as he drove back to the
resort. She grinned knowingly as she innocently played with the
hem of her skirt, lifting it slightly higher as Billy would
glance in her direction. Biting her lower lip, Lauren turned to
face him, the bottom of her skirt almost up to her waist.

"You're going to get us killed doing that." Billy swerved before
getting the car under control again as his attention was too long
on his girlfriends legs.

"Me? What did I do?" Lauren smiled innocently as she continued to
play with the hem of her skirt. "You just can't seem to keep your
eyes on the road."

Billy smirked. "You're going to get it when we get back."

"Mmmm. What am I going to get?" she asked playfully as Billy
smirked, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands and forcing
his concentration on the road.


Billy and Lauren arrived at his villa to find a note from his
parents which said that they were down in the lounge watching
some sort of show. The note indicated that they'd be back by
midnight after it was over.

"Ok, now wiseass," Billy turned to Lauren, grinning wickedly.
"Now you're going to get it."

She opened her mouth in mock horror, backing up slowly, trying to
stifle her giggles as she feigned fright. "Oh . . . no . . . not
. . . that . . . "

Billy pursued her slowly as she backed up toward his bedroom.
Lauren giggled and smiled broadly as he tried to put a menacing
look on his face.

"Please sir . . . I'll be a good girl."

"It's too late for that . . . you had your chance." Billy reached
her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. Her
eyes gleamed at Billy. "Now, I'm afraid being good won't help.
You'll have to be naughty."

She laughed as they both threw themselves on his bed, wrapping
their arms and legs together and kissing each other hungrily.
They rolled on the bed, being playful in their affection, kissing
and fondling each other and raising their arousal to a fevered
pitch.

Billy raised Lauren's short skirt over her ass as she lay atop
him. Lauren moaned into his mouth as he slipped his hands beneath
her panties and fondled her ass.

"Oh, Billy," she moaned. "Squeeze my ass, just like that."

Lauren ground herself against Billy, rubbing her pussy against
his cock while thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She broke the
kiss as she sat on top of him to remove her sweater, continuing
to revel in the attention his hands were giving her ass. She
unclasped her bra and tossed it away as she moved down Billy's
legs so she could unfasten and unzip his shorts.

Lauren raised herself a bit and slid Billy's shorts and underwear
down his legs.  His erection bobbed free and Lauren grinned slyly
as she corralled it in her hand. She gently stroked it a few
times before letting it go and getting off the bed. Billy watched
as she slowly walked over to his drawer to where he kept the
condoms, letting her skirt fall to the floor and taking off her
panties along the way.

Lauren grinned as she turned around, condom in hand, and returned
to the bed. She unwrapped it and smiled as she managed to place
it on Billy's hard cock on the first attempt.

"See, I told you you'd get to be a pro," Billy teased.

Lauren giggled and stuck her tongue out at him as she crawled
atop his body again. "Billy," she whispered in his ear. "Just
fuck me."

Billy certainly wasn't about to argue with her and rolled her
over onto her back. He looked into her eyes as his cock slipped
into Lauren's tight pussy. She moaned and clutched the sheets
tightly as he fully penetrated her in one swift motion.

Billy began a slow steady rhythm, thrusting in deeply and slowly
withdrawing. Lauren raised her hips to meet his thrusts as the
two teens bucked against each other.

Lauren moaned as Billy sucked on her nipples, licking the buds to
stiff peaks. Lauren thrust herself up harder against him as his
mouth paid attention to her tits.

"Billy, baby . . . bite my nipple. Nibble on it," Lauren said
through her moans, though, again, she hadn't even realized she
said them. It was as if somewhere inside her, her inner desires
were being brought to the surface.

Billy stopped licking her nipple and gnawed on it between his
teeth. Lauren moaned loudly in pleasure and ran her hands through
Billy's thick hair, bringing his head closer to her tit.

"Oh fuck, Billy," she screamed as the feeling of her nipple being
bitten combined with Billy's pounding into her sent her over the
edge to her orgasm. Billy, too, could feel the tingle build in
his balls as Lauren's contractions brought him to his own climax.

Lauren moaned and bucked against Billy as he slowed his thrusts
down as his cock began to soften. She released his head and
brought his lips to hers. They kissed tenderly as their bodies
slowed against each other, drained from the activity.

Billy rolled over and brought Lauren atop him. They kissed like
that for the longest time, not wanting to let go of each other.
They each knew that they only had a little while left together
and neither wanted to waste a second.

Finally Lauren broke the kiss. "I'm going to miss you so, so
much, baby."

"I'm going to miss you too . . . I can't believe tonight is our
last night together."

"Well, at least we got to spend this time together . . . this
vacation would have really sucked if I didn't find you," she
smiled.

Billy grinned and kissed her lips lightly, playfully. "I love
you, you know?"

Lauren smiled. "I love you too, kiddo."

They lay together, silently, until just before eleven o'clock
when Lauren decided that she needed to get back to ger villa.
They touched and caressed each other as they dressed silently,
sharing an occasional smile or giggle.

Billy walked Lauren back to her villa, where they shared a tender
kiss goodnight before agreeing to meet the next morning at eight.
Lauren smiled sadly and kissed him goodnight one last time before
she walked in, trying to conceal the tears rolling down her
cheeks.

**********

Lauren's grandmother opened the door a few minutes past eight,
looking up at the tall Irish boy standing there. Billy smiled
down at the diminutive woman, whose eyes had locked onto Billy in
their cross hairs.

"Nu, you must be Billy," she said in thickly Yiddish accent that
he had a difficult time understanding.

"Yes ma'am, very nice to meet you. Is Lauren here?"

"One minute. Please come in," she smiled and let him in, still
eyeing him. "You have nice manners."

Lauren emerged from her bedroom wearing tan shorts and a peach 
t-shirt and Billy's heart skipped a beat. It always seemed to when
he saw Lauren. Despite what his father had said about this being
an infatuation that would pass, he couldn't shake the feeling
that he and Lauren were linked together. He'd find out soon
enough though, as they were leaving in a few hours, and once he
was home -- as his father suggested -- he'd be able to measure
his true feelings for her. 

"Hi kiddo," Lauren said happily, walking up to Billy and hugging
him tightly around the waist. She introduced him nervously to the
rest of her family, worried that someone -- translated as one of
her grandparents -- was going to make a 'gentile' comment.

Everyone was polite, though and Billy's good manners seemed to
win over her family. After about ten minutes of small talk, the
two teens said their goodbyes and headed out of the villa.

"Where do you want to go?" she asked.

"I don't know . . . want to take a walk somewhere?"

"Sure . . . let's go back up the ski hill," Lauren suggested and
the two headed up the slope.

"So, all packed?" he asked about halfway up the hill, slight
droplets of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yeah . . . I couldn't sleep last night, so I did it then. How
about you?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I just kind of threw everything into my
suitcase . . . took me about two minutes."

"Boys." Lauren rolled her eyes as she noticed he was wearing the
navy blue shorts and dark green polo shirt from the night before.
"I can't believe we only have about three hours together."

"I know, this just sucks. I'm going to miss you so much," he said
as they reached the summit, sitting down on the soft grass.

Lauren leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. Billy
ran his fingers through her hair as the two said nothing for the
longest time, simply content to enjoy the touch of each other.
After awhile, Lauren looked up at Billy and lightly brushed her
lips against his. Billy caressed her cheek and kissed her softly,
their lips tenderly fitting together.

"When am I going to get to see you again?" Lauren asked
apprehensively, breaking the kiss.

"I have no idea. I was awake half the night last night trying to
come up with some way we can see each other. There's still a few
weeks between now and when school starts again. The problem is, I
don't think there's any way my parents are going to let me drive
down to New York."

She sighed. "And even if you did, we'd only get to spend a few
hours together. It's not as if we could stay somewhere together.
And there's no chance in hell of my folks letting me go up to
Rhode Island . . . even for the day. They're so freakin' over
protective as it is. I mean, just staying out late the other
night was enough to make them kvetsh."

Billy looked down and shook his head. "This bites. If this were a
year from now, we'd be going to college and we could try to meet
each other on weekends every now and then. This year is totally
going to suck."

"We need a place we could go to . . . just us. Not as if our
parents would let us just go off for a few days. I can picture my
grandfather now." Lauren lowered her voice to imitate the
gravelly, heavily accented, sounds of her grandfather, "'If that
little goy thinks he's going to shtoop my little angel here, I'm
going to slice his balls off.' That seems to be his favorite way
of threatening people -- castration. Not that he'd ever do
anything like that . . . I think he just like the expression."

He chuckled at her impression of her grandfather and also at the
idea of his mother agreeing to let him go away for a weekend to
spend with a girl. Lauren cast her eyes downward and leaned into
Billy again.

"I'd love to have a place where the two of us could just go and
be alone together. I've always had this dream of some sort of bed
and breakfast on the beach somewhere . . . maybe Northern
California, right on a sandy beach with big rocks nearby you
could climb on or sit on and watch the waves crash to the shore.
. . . And the place would be run by the cutest old couple."

"Sounds nice," Billy smiled then decided to add his own touches
to her fantasy. "The rooms could have a fireplace and hot tub in
them."

"Oh, that's so romantic. I love fireplaces," Lauren cooed. "What
else?"

"Well, the old lady does all the cooking for the place, and maybe
her specialty is baked beans or something like that."

"Beans? *Beans?* That convinces me, you're definitely weird . . .
but I love you anyway," she smiled at hugged him tightly.

"I'm really thinking there's not much of a chance that we'll be
getting together at any point . . . unless something comes up or
something like that," Billy lowered his head in sadness. Lauren
lifted his chin and smiled at him weakly, leaning her forehead
against his.

"I know. I'm going to miss you so much. . . . Well, there's
always the phone. We can call each other."

Billy perked up a bit. "Yeah, that will be great, although the
phone bills will be expensive if we talk too much. My dad's
always freaking about the phone bill every month."

Lauren chortled. "My father, too. . . . Hey, are you on AOL or
have an AIM screen name? If you do we can chat together on that .
. . it'll save some money on long distance."

"Yeah," Billy perked up.

Billy reached into his pocket for the card and pencil from mini
golf from last night that were still in his shorts. Lauren gave
him her telephone number and he wrote it down, then tore the card
in half and wrote his number on the other piece.

"What's your screen name?" he asked.

"Abessa," she replied and then spelled it as he wrote it down.

"That's pretty, I like that. What does it mean?"

"In school this year, we read some of Spenser and she was a
character. I liked the name. What's yours?"

"BillyM1983. Not very creative, I guess," he smiled.

"No," she agreed, then grinned lasciviously at him. "But you're
pretty creative where it counts."

"Dammit." Lauren looked at her watch and saw that it was already
10:40. "We need to get betting back. My father wants to leave by
eleven."

She looked up into his eyes and kissed him lightly, the sorrow
welling inside her. She stood and tried not to let Billy see the
tears welling in her eyes. He took her hand as they descended the
hill, each of them afraid to say anything, afraid to give voice
to the fears and sadness within them.

Billy walked her to her villa, where her father was loading their
mini-van with the last of the luggage. They stopped about thirty
feet from the vehicle.

"Will you miss me?" she asked, her eyes boring into his.

"More than you can imagine . . . you?"

"Of course . . . I love you Billy."

"I love you too, Lauren."

They stood in the parking lot, holding each other's hands,
staring into each other's eyes. There was nothing left to say,
and they knew what they felt. Anything else would have been
superfluous.

Billy wrapped her tightly in a hug, never wanting to lose the
feeling of her against him. She looked up and kissed him softly
before taking his lower lip and sucking it between hers. She
broke the kiss and grinned shyly, biting her own lower lip. Billy
released the hug and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the nose.

She smiled sadly at him, her eyes getting redder, before mouthing
the words "I love you" and turning away. Billy watched as she
headed toward the villa. Her mother came out and said a few
things to her before Lauren headed back inside with her. Just
before entering she turned to where Billy was and waved sadly. He
raised his hand weakly and smiled as she disappeared from view.


Epilogue



February -- seven months later


After saying goodnight to her parents, Lauren went into her room
and turned on her computer. While it was booting up, she got
undressed and threw on a t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms to
get ready for bed. She checked her email, seeing three messages
from school friends, which she'd get to later, and one from a
creepy guy she met on the internet, which she deleted
immediately. 

Still nothing from Billy though. It had been almost a week since
she last chatted with him online and since then she'd heard
nothing from him, no emails, no phone calls, no instant messages.
She sent him an email two days earlier, but she still hadn't
gotten a response from him and was starting to get concerned.

She started her AIM instant messenger and her heart leapt when
she saw the name BillyM1983 in her buddy list window. Immediately, 
she sent him a message.

Abessa: hey stranger

BillyM1983: hi cutie

Abessa: where have you been?

BillyM1983: I've been sick . . . the flu. This is the first I've
gotten out of bed all week.

Abessa: awww, poor baby 

BillyM1983:  I was just reading your email and starting to
respond, but I'd just rather talk to you instead. Pretty hot
email babe. You're a naughty girl ;-)

Abessa: you like it? I guess I really missed you.

BillyM1983: I've missed you too.

Abessa: after talking almost every night, to go with five days
without anything. I think I was going through some withdrawal or
something

BillyM1983: lol

BillyM1983: hey . . . 

Abessa: what?

BillyM1983: I have some news

Abessa: oooo, what kind of news?

BillyM1983: sit down now and brace yourself

Abessa: lol ok, I'll get off my bureau and sit down . . . it's a
lot easier to reach my computer from the chair anyway

BillyM1983: rofl    listen wiseass, do you want to hear my news
or not?

Abessa: sorry, I'll try to behave . . . even though I know you
love it when I don't behave ;-)

BillyM1983: I do ;-) here's my news: I was accepted to
BU!!!!!!!!!!!!

Abessa: YAYYYYYYYYY   OMG Billy, that's fantastic. I can't
believe we're both going to be going to school in Boston
together. This is so amazing, this is beyond amazing . . . it's
freakin' amazing lol

BillyM1983: I know babe, I was so happy. I got the letter today
and really forced myself up tonight to tell you

Abessa: I'm so glad you did, kiddo. I'm so excited.

BillyM1983: me too. Now I can't wait until September. I was so
happy when you got accepted to Emerson, but then a few weeks went
by and I didn't hear anything from BC or BU . . . I was convinced
I wasn't getting in to either one.

Abessa: I was kinda worried too . . . but this is going to be so
cool. I can't believe we're going to be going to school a few
miles from each other.

BillyM1983: it's going to be great . . . hey, I hate to pop on
and pop off, but I'm starting to feel lousy again. I wanted to
come on and tell you about BU though.

Abessa: awww, you feel better baby!! If you don't, I'm going to
go up there and kick your ass. ;-)   I'm glad you came on to tell
me. 

Abessa: you realize we're going to need to get all our schoolwork
done during the week, because I have a feeling our weekends are
going to be spoken for ;-)

BillyM1983:  :) I can't wait.


......The Beginning






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