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WARNING - THIS CHAPTER AND THE ONES THAT FOLLOW MAY CONTAIN SEXUAL SCENES
THAT ARE NOT APROPRIATE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF 18.  IF YOU ARE
YOUNGER THAN 18 PLEASE STOP READING NOW!!!

FURTHER, THIS STORY CONTAINS SITUATIONS INVOLVING TEENS, FIRST TIME SEX,
ORAL SEX, ANAL SEX, AND SOME OTHER SEXUAL TOPICS THAT PEOPLE MIGHT FIND
OFFENSIVE.  IF YOU FIND THIS OFFENSIVE THAN YOU MAY WANT TO CHOOSE ANOTHER
STORY.  PLEASE NOTE THAT ALL SEX IN THIS STORY IS CONSENSUAL SEX.  I DO
NOT BELIEVE IN NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND THEREFORE I DO NOT WRITE ABOUT IT.
FURTHER THIS STORY IS RATHER SLOW AND INVOLVES QUITE A BIT OF ROMANCE AND
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.  IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A GOOD STROKE STORY, THIS
MAY NOT BE IT, AT LEAST I HOPE THAT IS THE CASE.

Enough of the warnings.  This chapter contains mf first rom slow

This is my second series of stories so any and all CONSTRUCTIVE criticism
is appreciated.  Also any compliments are appreciated and will keep me
writing this story.  Any and all comments can be sent to
mrfreeze06@hotmail.com.








"First True Love" (mf first rom slow)

by Mr. Freeze



(1)

They always say that you never forget your first true love.  I am a firm
believer in that saying. The feeling of discovery and the awakening of new
and different feelings and sensations all combine to make it something you
will always remember.

I met my first love in my freshman year of high school.  It was 1984.  At
fourteen years old I was in the throws of puberty.  My voice constantly
cracked, I fought the daily losing battle against acne, and I had girls on
the mind twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.  Like all freshman, I
was a little dweeb who was catapulted from being among the whales of the
school to being nothing more than plankton.    Of course my perception was
that I was going through the whole process on my own while in reality
every boy in my class was going through the exact same thing.

The girl of my dreams was my vision of beauty.  Her name was Kelli
Thomason.  From the day I first saw her in homeroom I knew that I had to
make her part of my life.  She was a five-foot nothing blonde with a thin,
curving body and an angelic face with high cheekbones, a cute button nose,
and gorgeous green eyes.  Her long blonde hair was feathered back to give
it extra body and life.

Everyone was getting settled into their seats in homeroom on our first day
of high school.  I got lucky and scored a seat next to this vision of
beauty.  I looked at her and admired how gorgeous the white shorts she was
wearing showed off her tanned athletic legs.  Then she turned to look at
me.

"Hi, " she said softly.  She smiled slightly revealing a set of braces
that actually didn't detract from her overall beauty.

"Hi, " I replied back nervously.  "My name is Marcus."

"Mine is Kelli, " she countered.  "I am new to the area.  Are you from
around here?"

I looked straight into her stunning aqua blue eyes. I thought I could lose
myself for days looking into her soul through those eyes.  I snapped back
to reality and answered her question.

"I have lived in Clearwater all my life, " I said.  "Where are you from?"

"I am from Wisconsin, " she smiled. "My dad got work down here and we had
to move."

The homeroom teacher, Mr. Farmer, started to take the attendance and
handed out our course schedules, suddenly ending our conversation.  I knew
right there and then that this was the girl I wanted to be with.  I knew
that she was the one I had to have.

After ten minutes of Mr. Farmer blathering on about some of the school
policies and the bell system we were released for our first period
classes.  I tried to talk to Kelli after he let us go but she had already
headed off to her next class.

I headed down the hall after her and I was cut off by Joey Buca.  Joey and
I were good friends in eighth grade and I even spent some time together
with him during summer break.

"Did you see that blonde that just came down the hallway, " said my
feisty, dark haired, Italian friend.

"Yes, I was going after her you idiot!" I exclaimed. "She was sitting next
to me in homeroom and I wanted to talk to her again."

"Maybe you will have her in one of your classes, " said Joey trying to be
constructive.

"Yeah, hopefully, " I said. "Let me see your schedule."

The two of us traded schedules and noted that we had English Composition
and Algebra together.  We parted ways as I headed to my first class of the
day, U.S. History, where I found that Kelli had ended up as well.

I tried to score a seat next to her again but I was to be denied.  She had
sat up front between two other girls and another boy had grabbed a seat
behind her. I decided to shoot for a seat diagonal from her and got lucky.

I took my seat and was ready to strike up another conversation when I
noticed that she was already in an active conversation with the girl next
to her and furthest from me which meant her back was to me.  I didn't
recognize the young brunette she was talking to and I figured I had very
little chance of breaking into their conversation.

The girl in front of me squashed any chance of my interrupting their
conversation when she turned around to talk to me.

"Hey Marcus!" exclaimed the girl who I recognized to be Ashley Weber.  I
had gone to school with Ashley since she moved to the area in fifth grade.
She looked quite a bit different since I had last seen her the previous
school year.  This young blonde had blossomed from a little girl into a
young woman over the span of one summer.  Her long blonde hair was in
splendorous curls instead of the flat look she had last year.  Her once
thin and curveless body was now filled out with graceful curves and a
fairly generous chest. She was one of the "late bloomers" in our class but
it looked like she had caught up just fine.

"Hi Ashley, " I replied, my eyes round as saucers at her appearance.

"How was your summer?" asked Ashley.

"Not too bad. Got out on the boat quite a bit with my dad and spent a few
days at the beach. I have been doing football practice for the last few
weeks. How `bout you?"

"It was pretty good.  I went to band camp for a few weeks and then I just
started cheerleading a week ago."

My jaw dropped.  If you would have bet me on the last day of school last
year that Ashley Weber would have been a cheerleader the next school year
or even at all I would have laid down all the money I had against it
happening.  This girl had done an entire one eighty since I last saw her.

"You are looking really good Ashley, " I said to her.

"Thanks Marcus, " she said blushing.  "That means a lot coming from you."

It was my turn to blush.  Obviously for some reason she put a lot of stake
in my opinion.  I didn't know why.

"Are you going to Marco's Pizza after practice?" asked Ashley.

"I didn't hear anything about it.  I guess I could go.  I would have to
call my parents to make sure it would be OK first."

"Well, I hope to see you there, " said Ashley winking at me.  She turned
around as the bell rang and the class started.

I spent the rest of the class not hearing one word that Mr. Fisher said.
I instead stared at Kelli and wondered what Ashley was up to.

The rest of the day went fairly easy.  I ended up having Ashley in two
other classes and Kelli in no other classes.  I called my Dad before
football practice to see if it was OK to go to Marco's afterwards and he
didn't have a problem with it.

Football practice was tough as always.  With the brutal Florida heat and
the fact that we were finally practicing in pads I was ready to collapse
by the end of practice. I was trying out for a lineman position so I spent
a lot of time with the tackling dummies.  I was fairly small for the
position now but my dad felt that I would grow into it well because I was
rather stocky and muscular for my small size.

After practice I walked over to Marco's with some of my teammates and some
of the cheerleaders including Ashley.  I was hoping that Kelli had become
a cheerleader and would be coming along but I was sorely disappointed.
When we got to the restaurant, Ashley made it a point to sit right next to
me.

We ordered a couple of large pizzas and some pitchers of soda. The group's
main conversation broke into several conversations quickly.  I found that
I was now talking one on one with Ashley.

"I think it is wonderful that we are in three classes together, " said
Ashley in a voice that was almost to chipper for me to handle.

"Yeah, it should be fun, " I said just to make conversation.  I didn't
know where Ashley was trying to go with me, but it was starting to become
obvious that for some reason she had a crush on me.  Ashley was always a
very nice person if not a bit shy because of her late development and her
constant teasing because of that fact.  Her attitude was much more upbeat
now and I believe it had to do with how good she really looked now.  My
hormones said yes about Ashley.  She would make a very awesome girlfriend.
My mind, however, was stuck on Kelli; a girl I met only ten hours ago and
had only spoken to once.

"Did you really mean what you said earlier about me looking really good, "
asked Ashley hesitantly.

"Yes, " I said smiling at her.  "You really changed a lot."

She beamed back at me.  "You have always been so nice to me.  Thank you."

It just hit me why Ashley liked me.  Unlike many of the other kids that
were sitting at the table right now, I never picked on her.  I even talked
to her from time to time.  I had probably been the first to notice her
change too.

"Your welcome Ashley, " I said softly.

Like any other gathering of high school freshmen, the gathering turned
into a raucous display of horsing around and everyone just having a good
time.  Ashley kept up her pressure on me and I really think she was
looking for me to ask her out which I wasn't really prepared to do until
I got to talk to Kelli again.

On my way home I thought about Kelli and her layered blonde hair and her
beautiful green eyes.  I thought about her gentle curves and her ample
chest.  I wanted her more than anything in the world and at the time it
seemed that everything in the world was going to conspire against me to
get to that goal.


(2)

The next week I spent trying to talk with Kelli as much as possible.  I
squeezed in time during homeroom and first period to get five minutes of
conversation with her here, five minutes there.  I did get a chance on one
day to have lunch with her.   We talked about her home back in Wisconsin
and how happy she was to come live in Florida even though it was so hot.
I fell in love with her the more I talked to her.  I was beginning to
learn that she was not only beautiful outside but inside as well.

Ashley also did her share of pursuit that week.  Unfortunately it was
pursuing me.  She even interrupted a few conversations in first period
history class that I was having with Kelli.  If it had been anytime other
than this I would have accepted her attempts to woo me and gone out with
her in a heartbeat.  I was fourteen after all and always horny.  The
problem was that Kelli had put such a spell on me that no other girl would
do anymore.  I had to have Kelli.

On Friday of that week, I had thought I hit the jackpot.  I had found my
opportunity to ask Kelli out on a date and begin the process to win her
heart.  Flyers started going up for a freshman orientation dance to be
held the very next week on Friday night.  I figured I could ask her to the
dance and then I would have a chance to turn on the charm.  I was going to
shoot for asking her right away in homeroom that way I would get to her
before anyone had a chance to ask her.

As I walked into my homeroom my heart was beating so hard that I thought
it was going to beat out of my chest.  Kelli hadn't made it into class yet
so I had time to steel myself before asking her.

The bell rang and Kelli strode in to the room just in time.  She looked
like an angel.  She was wearing white jean shorts with a white blouse and
a short cut white jean jacket.  The white combined with the tan she was
starting to develop accentuated her stunning curves.

"You almost didn't make it in time, " I teased her as she sat down.

"Yeah got stuck in the hallway, " she said.

This was it.  I had a few seconds before Mr. Farmer would start settling
everyone down and taking attendance.  "Kelli, I was wondering if you would
like to go to the dance next Friday with me."

My heart was racing now waiting for her answer.

"I'm sorry Marcus, Greg Hansen asked me out in the hallway and I told him
I would go with him, " she said. She looked sincerely sorry to tell me no.

My heart sank.  All of a sudden I didn't feel so good.

"If you would have gotten to me before Greg, I would have said yes to you
though, " she smiled.  "Why don't you ask Ashley?  She has been telling me
how much she likes you all week."

I felt like I was going to cry right there in front of her and the entire
homeroom.  I didn't want Ashley.  I wanted her.  Now Greg Hansen was going
out with her.  Greg was a very popular guy back in eighth grade and had
the potential to be big once we got further along in high school.  He was
a running back on the school football team, his parents had loads of
money, and he was very good looking.  It was a lot to compete with.

Before I could reply to her rejection, Mr. Farmer started taking the roll
call.  I fell into my own hole of despair as he read off the names in the
class.  If Kelli fell in love with Greg at this dance I may never get her,
I thought.  Now I was probably going to be stuck going to the dance with
Ashley.  She was a very nice girl and a good friend and because I wasn't
going with Kelli I would break her heart if I didn't go with her.  It was
almost like an obligation.  An obligation I really didn't want a part of
given the circumstances.

I spent the rest of the day in a daze. I avoided Ashley so that I wouldn't
have to deal with the whole issue of the dance.  I ended up running five
extra laps in football practice for all the mistakes I made because my
mind was just not into practice.  It was obvious that I was in love with
Kelli and there was nothing I could do.


The weekend turned out to be a good break for me.  My dad decided to take
out his speedboat onto the Intercoastal and he ended up taking me with for
company and to help with the lines.  The day out on the water helped me
forget about Kelli and the fact that her rejection had torn my insides to
pieces.  I started to see the logic in just asking Ashley to the dance.
She was a very nice girl and I could do a lot worse.

On Monday I went to school with the intention that I would ask Ashley to
the dance.  I hoped that I wasn't too late to ask her just like I was with
Kelli.  Then I would just look plain stupid.  My first challenge of the
day, however, was homeroom and Kelli.  Kelli smiled at me as I came into
class and sat down next to her.

"Hi Marcus, " said Kelli cheerfully like nothing had happened.

I tried to smile back as best I could.  If I ever wanted a shot at her
later I would have to pour on the charm and be her friend until things
cleared up with Greg.

"Hi Kelli, " I murmured back.

"How was your weekend?" asked Kelli.

"It wasn't to bad.  My dad took me out on the boat on Saturday and we
cruised down to Sarasota on the Intercoastal, " I replied.

"That sounds like fun.  Maybe sometime your Dad could take me out on his
boat too?"

This woman was teasing me.  It wasn't fair.  Didn't she know that she
ripped out my heart not three days earlier and now she was talking about
doing things together?

"Sure, just let me know when you want to go and I will ask my dad, " I
told her.  It was my standard response to anyone who asked for a ride on
the boat.  Plenty of my friends had asked in the past and ridden on the
boat.

"Did you ask Ashley out to the dance yet?" asked Kelli.

"Not yet, maybe next period, "I replied.  "Are you sure she wants to go
out with me?"

"I am very sure.  She is my lab partner in fourth period Biology and all
she ever talks about is you."

Our conversation was interrupted by Mr. Farmer's entrance into the
classroom.  He started taking the roll.  I was amazed that he had yet to
memorize everyone's faces and still called off the roll.

Homeroom was quickly over and then it was off to first period history and
Ashley.  When I walked into the classroom Ashley was already there sitting
in her seat and looking more stunning than I had ever seen her before.

The first change I noticed was that she was wearing makeup, which I
hadn't seen her in before.  It was lightly applied and accented her face.
She must have had help from her mom because she didn't look like all of
the other girls at the school that wore makeup and put so much on to make
themselves out to look like sluts.

The second thing I noticed was that her long curly hair was cut shoulder
length giving her an older appearance and showing of the sexy curves of
her long neckline.

The third thing I noticed was her outfit.  It was almost identical to the
one that Kelli wore on Friday when she turned me down.  Instead of a
white t-shirt she wore pink instead but she still wore a pair of white
jean shorts and white cutoff jean jacket just like Kelli's.  The outfit
had the same effect on Ashley as it did on Kelli.  Her tanned skin was
accented more by the white clothing accentuating her natural curves
better.  I also noted that Ashley had more of a tone figure than Kelli.

As I approached my seat Ashley got up to meet me.

"Hi Marcus, how was your weekend?" she chirped.

"It wasn't too bad.  Went out on the boat.  How was yours?"

"Not to bad, I spent most of it practicing my cheers, " replied Ashley.

"Listen Ash, " I started. I wasn't nervous at all about asking Ashley out.
It almost seemed too easy to do.  "I wanted to know if you would like to
go with me to the dance on Friday night?"

"Are you kidding?" she squealed.  "I would love to go with you to the
dance!"

She bounded over to me, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a huge
hug.  Because of my feelings for Kelli I figured I wouldn't like the hug
but I was wrong.  Ashley was one hot girl and the feel of her next to me
set my hormones in action.  I noticed that she was wearing some floral
scented perfume, which didn't help me in the hormone department one bit.
I needed to sit down quickly as there was now a very noticeable bulge
building in my shorts.

I backed away from Ashley and sat down.  She then took her seat, turned
around, and stared at me with a huge smile on her face.

"I think my dad can take us over and I will tell him to come get you at
six.  Is that OK?" I asked.

"Sure is, " said Ashley still grinning from ear to ear.

I noticed Kelli turning to look at me.  She looked straight at me with her
beautiful green eyes and winked at me with a knowing smile.  I forced a
smile back at her and looked back at Ashley who was still smiling like a
crazed woman.

"I am going to wear a pink dress on Friday, " said Ashley out of the blue.

"That sounds fine, " I said having no clue what she was driving at.

"So you can pick out an appropriate tie and if you want to get flowers, "
added Ashley matter-of-factly. It was obvious that she knew I had no clue.

"Oh, OK.  Thanks."

Mr. Fisher came in and started class leaving me in my thoughts.  I wasn't
elated about Ashley wanting to go to the dance.  I felt more like I had
just asked her so that I didn't look stupid on Friday night.  I also
thought that I asked Ashley because I felt sorry for her.  She had such a
crush on me and asking anyone else to the dance would have devastated her.
All I knew was that I wasn't going to the dance with the girl I wanted to
go with and that made me very unhappy.


(3)

The rest of the week flew by.  My first football game of the season was on
Thursday night.  We lost to Seminole High 21 - 10.  I had to admit it was
quite nice having Ashley on the sidelines cheering me on throughout the
game.  Her cheerleading outfit showed off her gorgeous tanned and toned
legs very nicely and provided me with all the inspiration to do well in
the game.

On Friday night before heading over to Ashley's house to pick her up I had
my dad help me pick out some flowers that would be nice for her.  He
helped me pick out a modest wrist corsage made of pink carnations.  My dad
said I was going to end up being a hopeless romantic just like he was.  My
dad and I had a very tight relationship and he was never afraid to talk
about his feelings or about my problems even when it came to girls. At the
time I thought it was nothing unusual but with time I started finding out
that my dad and I had quite a unique relationship.  We were closer than
most fathers and sons ever get during their lives.  I was very lucky
indeed.

When we got to Ashley's my dad walked with me to the door.  Because of our
unique relationship, I was not embarrassed in the least to have him come
up with me.  In fact I was quite anxious to introduce Ashley to him.  I
rang the bell once and I heard a lot of activity behind the door meaning a
second ring would not likely be required.

An older gentleman, obviously her dad, answered the door.

"Hello, I am here to pick up Ashley, " I said.  My confidence with the
girl's father was boosted by the fact that my own father was standing
behind me.

"She is almost ready.  Would you like to come in?" asked her dad.

"Sure, " I said.  "By the way, this is my dad.  He will be driving us to
and from the school."

"Mister Weber, " said my dad offering his hand to Ashley's dad.

"Nice to meet you too.  Come on in, " said Mr. Weber.

We went into the living room and all sat down.

"Ashley tells me you are on the freshman football squad?" inquired Mr.
Weber making conversation.

"Yea, I play right defensive tackle on defense and center on offense, " I
said proudly.

"You are playing Iron Man?" said Mr. Weber, his eyes wide.

"I am hoping to impress the coaches enough so that I can still make junior
varsity this season, " I said.

"That kind of determination can help you go far, " said Mr. Weber.

"But my size will probably keep me off the J.V. team, " I resigned.

"Ashley has done nothing but talk about you since the first day of school.
I honestly though Christ himself was going to come through the door
tonight to pick her up, " smiled Mr. Weber.

I blushed slightly.  "Well, I am not quite that good, " I said.

The three of us chucked for a minute.

"So what do you do Mr. Kelly?" asked Ashley's dad.

"I am an engineer with the Department of Defense.  I work out of McDill
Air Force Base.  You can call me Michael by the way."

"Well, my name is Sam, " said Mr. Weber.  "I am in the restaurant
business."

The conversation was interrupted when Ashley entered the room.  Everyone's
eyes turned to her.  She was wearing a satiny pink floor length dress with
a slit up the side that went well up past the knees.  The dress was held
up by two small spaghetti straps and was cut real low in the back.
Ashley's shoulder length blonde curls were more pronounced than usual
giving her hair extra body.   She also wore a touch of makeup again that
gave her an extra few years of maturity.  She was absolutely striking.

"Dad, I want you to meet Ashley Weber, " I said standing and gesturing to
my dad.  "Ashley, this is my dad."

"Hello Mister Kelly, " said Ashley extending her hand demurely.

"Hello Ashley, " said my dad shaking her hand.

"I have something here for you Ashley, " I said.

She turned to look at me and a look of surprise crossed her face when she
saw the small box in my hand containing her wrist corsage.  I took the
corsage out of the box and gently placed it on her arm.  It matched her
dress perfectly.  She sniffed the corsage and smiled.

"Thank you Marcus, " she gushed.

"We should be back by ten, " said my dad.  "Is that OK with you Sam?"

"Sure thing, " replied Mr. Weber with a smile.  "Just keep these two out
of trouble."

"Well Marcus is a gentleman, " said my dad smiling.

"It wasn't him I was worried about, " chuckled Mr. Weber.

When we got to the dance my dad dropped us off up front and informed us
that he would be back at nine thirty to pick us up.  Ashley took my arm
and we made our entrance into the school gymnasium.

There weren't a lot of people at this dance.  Those that were there
weren't dancing and most of the boys were in one corner shooting the bull
and many of the girls were in another corner chatting away.

I saw that Kelli wasn't among those chatting with the girls.  Her and Greg
Hansen were chatting with another couple I didn't recognize. Kelli looked
stunning as always.  It seemed to me that she did not own a stitch of
clothing that wasn't white.  She wore a knee length lace dress with short
sleeves and a low neckline showing a bit of cleavage.  Her hair was styled
up and off her shoulders accentuation her neckline. Greg on the other hand
obviously didn't have the same taste in clothing that I did.  While I came
in black dress pants, a white shirt, and a tie, he came in a simple pair
of blue khaki pants and a white dress shirt with no tie.

Kelli saw Ashley and I as well and motioned for us to join them.  I was
already sensing that this was going to be a difficult night.

"Hi Ashley, Marcus, " said Kelli smiling.  "I am glad you two came."

"It looks pretty dead, " said Ashley.  "Are you guys willing to help us
get things going?"

"Sure thing!" exclaimed Kelli.  "Have you met Peter and Amy here?"

Both Ashley and I shook our heads.

"OK this is Peter and Amy, " giggled Kelli.  "This is Marcus and Ashley."

We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.  Amy was a slightly overweight
young lady dressed in a simple blue floral patterned dress.  Peter, I
thought, might have been one of the nerds from our class. His acne covered
face and brown pants and yellow shirt made me wonder why Kelli and Greg
were even talking to them.

"Let's get the dancing going, " exclaimed Ashley as she dragged me out to
the dance floor as `Karma Chameleon' from the Culture Club started
playing.  I noticed that Kelli did the same with Greg.  Amy and Peter
stayed where they were.

I had no clue how to dance.  Now I was being forced to learn quickly so as
to not look like a fool.  I shuffled from foot to foot waving my arms back
and forth trying to look like the other three out on the floor. Eventually
others started joining us out on the dance floor. Ashley's plan to get the
party started really worked.

Ashley and I danced with Kelli and Greg through a few more fast songs.  I
couldn't keep from looking at Kelli. She was the one I really wanted to be
with that night.  I was really jealous of Greg.  So much so that I was
really starting to dislike him even though he had always been very nice to
me in the past.

`Sister Christian' came on and it was time for a slow dance.  Ashley
immediately embraced me and we were soon shuffling slowly across the floor
in each other's arms. I noticed Greg and Kelli doing the same. My jealousy
was getting out of control.

"What is the matter Marcus?" asked Ashley bringing my attention back to
her.  "You seem so distant tonight."

"I guess that football game yesterday is still affecting me, " I lied.

"You played very well in that game, " said Ashley smiling.  "Now I want
Marcus back."

"I was getting plowed over on every play, Ash.  I am too small for the two
positions I play."  I was actually starting to get quite worked up about
the game.

"Marcus, that game is over now, please have fun tonight, " begged Ashley.

Ashley smiled at me and it temporarily made me forget about Kelli.  It was
such a loving smile that it melted a little bit of my heart for her.

"I am sorry Ashley, " I murmured quietly.  "You are right.  I should be
having fun tonight with you."

We stopped dancing momentarily and gazed into one another's eyes.  I was
lost, transfixed by the greenness of her eyes. I realized that moment that
I hungered for her lips.  She had the same desire too because I saw her
slowly close her eyes and lean into me.

Our lips touched softly at first.  I could smell the sweet scent of
strawberries on her breath.  Her satiny lips sparked a current within my
body.  I craved her more.  I needed her more.

I pressed my lips firmly into hers and opened my mouth slightly.  I had
kissed Jo Beth Thomson last year so I knew pretty much what I was doing.
This was different though, more electric, more exciting.

"Mr. Kelly, Ms. Weber, " interrupted Mrs. Neubauer one of the science
teachers.  "Kissing is not allowed at school dances."

Startled, we broke our lip contact and actually stepped back from one
another slightly still remaining in each other's arms. I smiled sheepishly
at Mrs. Neubauer.

"Sorry Mrs. Neubauer, " I lied.  "I guess we got carried away.  It won't
happen again."

Mrs. Neubauer grunted something and went off on her way.

I was starting to feel real good about Ashley.  Our kiss had been unlike
anything I had ever experienced with Jo Beth.  That good feeling went away
quickly though as I spied Kelli and Greg doing the same thing Ashley and I
had done.  The jealousy in my body suddenly surged back to the surface.
Mrs. Neubauer was quick to intercept them as well and I felt a sudden
appreciation for the job that she was doing.

I noticed a nervous look on Ashley's face.  I wondered if she caught me
spying on Kelli all this time.

"Marcus?" said Ashley tentatively.

"Is something wrong Ash?" I asked suddenly concerned.

"No, I was wondering if you might want to slip behind the bleachers and
make out for a while.  I noticed that the chaperones aren't checking under
there."

I was absolutely floored by the forwardness of this girl.  She knew what
she wanted and was willing to ask for it although I could tell she had to
work herself up to ask for this favor.

"Are you sure no one is checking it out?" I asked, ever the careful
coward.

"I am sure, " said Ashley now smiling again.  "Follow me."

She grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor.  Ashley looked around
and scanned where everyone was watching.

"Now!" she shouted softly and yanked me behind her again as we ditched
under the bleachers.

I found out that we were not the only couple that had thought of this
idea.  Peter and Amy were back there as well and from the looks of it,
despite Peter's nerdy appearance, he was quite the Romeo.  He had Amy on
the floor with one hand up her dress and over her breast. This arrangement
conveniently exposed Amy's white cotton panties quite nicely.  Peter and
Amy shot a quick glance at us and then resumed their activities.

"Marcus, " Ashley said, "I really want to thank you for asking me out for
tonight.  I really had a crush on you since the first day of school.
Actually I liked you last year but I knew I didn't have a shot then."

"I kind of guessed that you had a crush on me Ashley, " I said with a big
grin on my face.

I looked into her eyes for the second time that evening and once again
found myself hypnotized under her spell.  I honestly think that many women
underestimate the power their eyes have over men.  In my case it was my
weak spot.  Some men might be breast men or leg men.  I have always looked
to the eyes.  I think that is what had me so bent out of shape about
Kelli.

Our lips touched softly again at first, the strawberry smell of her breath
filling my nostrils once again.  I decided that for once I was going to
take the lead and I pushed my tongue past her lips and into her mouth.
This stoked a passionate fire within Ashley as she returned my kiss with
an energy that spoke of her feelings for me.    Unfortunately there was an
energy stirring in me as well and it was starting to press against
Ashley's tummy.

I tried to back off to avoid embarrassment but Ashley drew me into her
harder so that I was going nowhere.  We continued to hold one another and
kiss passionately for what seemed an eternity.  I was having feelings like
I had never had before.  Feelings of desire, lust, wanting.  Something was
missing though.  There was a strange emptiness that I was experiencing but
I couldn't figure out what it was.

We took a short break from our kissing and held one another tightly.  I
looked back over at Peter and Amy and was shocked to find that Amy's dress
was finally back down but her panties were around her ankles and Peter's
hand was in her crotch area under the dress.  Amy was moaning through
Peter's hand, which he had placed there to keep her quiet.

This sparked more lust within me and I started kissing Ashley's sweet and
slender neck softly.  I knew that kissing Jo Beth's neck used to drive her
crazy and I noted that it drove Ashley crazy too.  She started to moan
softly as I worked my way up and down both sides of her neck.  I knew
where I wanted to go next but I wasn't sure if Ashley would let me.  I
wanted to caress her breasts.  That was were my play with Jo Beth had
ended.  She didn't want to let me touch her breasts and she accused me of
being a pervert and never spoke to me again.  Somehow I thought Ashley
would be different.  Ashley was the one who craved me more than anything
in this world.

I moved my lips back to hers and our tongues began their ardent dance once
again.  I decided to make my move. I moved my right hand from the small of
her back and up her side until it was resting over her right breast. Her
breasts were quite small yet, possibly not quite fully developed yet. They
were very firm and about the size of a crushed orange. She made no move to
stop me so I continued by massaging the entire breast in my hand gently
eliciting a moan from her into my mouth.

I noticed another couple come in and they quickly started making out like
the rest of us.  I glanced over at Peter and Amy and was shocked to see
that Amy had Peter's dick out of his pants and she was running her hand up
and down his shaft.

I looked away quickly and resumed my kissing with Ashley at a more
feverish pace.  I wanted to touch her bare breast now and I thought that
with her spaghetti straps and large arm space that I could angle in
awkwardly from the side.  I moved my hand over the breast and to where the
dress ended by her armpit.  I moved my hand in and realized that it would
be almost impossible to get past the strapless bra she was wearing.

"Marc, " said Ashley breaking our kiss.  "I don't think that is going to..."

Ashley stopped talking when she saw what Peter and Amy were doing. Amy was
now on her knees in front of Peter with his dick in her mouth.   Peter
looked like he was enjoying himself to much to notice the audience.  I saw
Peter make a strange face and then he moaned loudly.  A white liquid that
I recognized at cum began escaping the corners of Amy's mouth and dribbled
down her chin.

"Oh my god, " whispered Ashley into my ear.  "Amy was just giving Peter a
blow job!"

"I think we should probably rejoin the dance Ash, " I suggested so that
the two lovebirds could clean up in privacy.

"Good idea, " said Ashley.

We slipped back into the gym casually as we had left it and rejoined the
party.  We hooked up with Kelli and Greg again over by the punchbowl.

"Where did you guys disappear to?" asked Kelli with a worried look on her
face.

"We went for a little walk, " I said to save face with Kelli more than to
protect Ashley's innocence.

"No we didn't, " said Ashley grinning from ear to ear. "We went behind the
bleachers to make out and we find your friends Amy and Peter and Amy is
sucking on Peter's peter!"

"Ewwww!" exclaimed Kelli.  "No way!"

"Was Peter really getting blown by that chick back there?" exclaimed Greg
to me.

"Yes, " I said coldly to him.

"That is too cool, " said Greg with a bit of bravado.  I was starting to
really dislike him now.

The DJ announced the last dance so I knew the night was almost over.
Ashley and I headed out to the dance floor and embraced each other tightly
and slowly swayed to the music of `Oh Cherie' by Steve Perry.

"I had a really great time tonight, " said Ashley in my ear.

"It was really nice, " I said. I couldn't commit to great for some reason.

"Do you want to do something this weekend maybe?" asked Ashley.

"You have anything in mind?" I asked.

"No, maybe just spend some time at the park or something like that, "
offered Ashley.

"How about I ask my dad if he can take both of us out on the boat, " I
offered.

"Really?" she squealed.  "That would be lots of fun!"

"We will see what he says, " I said trying to get her to calm down.

After the dance was over my dad picked us up at the front door and I asked
him about the boating.  He said that sounded like fun and that he was
willing to go out on Saturday but that mom wouldn't be able to come so it
would just be us three.  Ashley was ecstatic.

We stopped at Ashley's house to drop her off and I walked her to the door.
I resisted the urge to kiss her goodnight with my dad watching and her dad
probably looking out the window as well.

"Thanks for a great evening Marcus, " said Ashley with a permanent smile
on her face.  She was glowing.

"No problem.  Hopefully we will have a nice day tomorrow out on the water
too, " I said.

"I will see you tomorrow, " she said and then she leaned over and gave me
a short but very passionate kiss.

As quickly as she kissed me she was in her door and the door closed behind
her.  I walked back to the car dreading what my father was going to say.
I wasn't worried about getting yelled at, I was worried about getting
harassed by him.

My fears were justified because he had a huge grin when I got into the
car.

"Ashley is quite an aggressive girl, " said my dad trying not to laugh.

"Let's just go home dad, " I said trying to get him to shut up.  It didn't
work.  He teased me all the way home.


(4)

The next day was an early one for me.  My dad drove me over to the boat
early so I could help with cleaning it. I was happy that it didn't require
a good barnacle scrubbing below the waterline.  For some reason my dad
insisted on leaving it in the water and cleaning it using scuba equipment
instead of pulling the boat out and cleaning it that way.  It wasn't the
largest speedboat around.

The boat itself was an inboard motor speedboat. The engines were contained
under a rear deck plate, which could be used to sun on as well.  The
passenger area had two captains' chairs with one at the controls and a
bench behind it that could fit three people easily.  Between the captains'
chairs was the entrance to the sleeping area underneath the top front
deck.  This had enough room to sleep two people and also had a small
bathroom to use while out at sea.

At about eight thirty my dad left to pick up Ashley while I finished
things up at the boat.  I had learned a great deal about the boat from my
dad over the last few years.  He even let me pilot it once and a while if
he was in an extremely good mood.

It took about a half hour for my dad to get back and when he did I was in
the bathroom cleaning.

"Marcus, where are you?" I heard my dad shout from the dock.

I came out of the bathroom and poked my head outside.  "I was cleaning the
head, dad." My dad loved it when I used Navy terms when I was on the boat.

I caught a glimpse of Ashley and my cock almost ripped through my shorts.
This girl got more and more stunning every time I saw her. The problem was
that in order to beat this outfit, she was going to have to be stark naked
to be anymore stunning.  Ashley was dressed in a white bikini that left
little to the imagination. It showed off every graceful, athletic curve in
her body.  I noted that this was the bikini she probably tanned in because
I could not detect any tan lines whatsoever.  I was starting to feel much
better about being "stuck" with Ashley.

"Marcus!" she squealed when she saw me.

"Hey Ash.  How are you doing?" I said less enthusiastic than I really was.
I was trying to sound calm and cool.

"Real good now, " said Ashley.  My dad shook his head at the sappiness of
that comment.

I tried with some effort to control my raging hard on and then came out to
give her a hand getting on the boat.  When I got topside I took her hand
and helped guide her onto the boat.  She then gave me a quick hug, which
caused my problem to return again.

"Ashley, why don't you sit in this captain's chair when we set off, " I
offered pointing to the passenger captain's chair.  "You will get the best
view from here."

"Thanks, " said Ashley grinning.  "That is very nice of you."

I took off the t-shirt that I was wearing to clean and revealed my tan,
hairless, but quite muscular chest and arms.  All my working out and
playing football had paid enormous dividends in the way I looked in a
swimsuit.

"Is everything all ready Marcus?" asked my dad.

"Yes sir, we are ready to push off anytime you are."

"OK, let me hop into the driver's seat and you cast off the mooring lines,
" my dad said.

I jumped up and the side of the boat and bounded over to the pier.  My dad
fired up the boat and I started clearing the lines.  Once I had that done
I leapt from the pier back into the boat and took a seat on the back
engine deck.

My dad eased the boat out of the dock and into the waters of the
Intercoastal waterway.  This is basically a set of channel markers running
along the Gulf side of Florida that snakes it's way in between the
mainland and the barrier islands protecting the mainland from the Gulf.
Many areas of the Intercoastal are marked, as no wake zones so travel up
and down it can be tedious at times.  The area where my dad's boat was
docked was one such area.

We idled out into the channel area and made our way to the end of the no
wake zone.  The sun was shining brightly making the 90-degree day feel
even hotter but it was wonderful.  I ignored the usual sights that I
enjoyed seeing while on my dad's boat and stared at Ashley's tanned
figure.  The sun glistened off of her suntan lotion making her look
radiant.  Ashley on the other hand was busy looking at all of the pastel
colored homes and high-rise condominiums which I normally enjoyed looking
at.  She could barely take it all in.

When we hit the channel marker that ended the no-wake zone I slid down
into the back seat of the boat and my dad throttled the boat up to around
forty miles per hour.  My dad made sure to hit every wake he saw at an
angle throwing the boat out of the water momentarily.  Each jump the boat
made elicited a squeal of delight from Ashley. I could see my dad pointing
out various things to Ashley along the shoreline as we careened down the
channel towards Saint Petersburg.   The wind and the sea air cooled things
down a bit.

I saw my dad throttle down and he pulled the boat just outside of the
channel markers.

"Marcus, can you go underneath and get one of your t-shirts for Ashley?"
asked my dad.

I complied right away going down and getting the one I wore earlier that
day.  I brought it up and handed it to Ashley.  I noticed her entire skin
was goose bumps.  I also noticed that her nipples on her breasts looked
like they were going to rip through her bikini.  I could make out the
quarter-sized rings that were her areolas.  Ashley thanked me and we were
on our way again.

When we hit Saint Petersburg my dad headed the boat south out across the
open bay to Bradenton.  The water was pure chop and the boat was flying
with every wave we hit.  It was one of the best rides I had ever had in
that boat.  Ashley was enjoying it too, yelping with every jump the boat
made.

Once on the other side of the bay my dad pulled into Sarasota Bay and cut
the engines just outside the channel.  We threw anchor on a nearby sandbar
and decided this was a good place to eat lunch.

"If you kids want to swim here this is a good place to do it, " said my
dad.  "I will get lunch ready and give you some time to eat.  That sandbar
is only about three feet deep so you should be fine if you don't like
swimming in deep water."

"Are you sure you don't need any help with lunch dad?" I asked.

"No, you have fun with Ashley, " said my dad smiling.

Ashley removed the t-shirt, again revealing her marvelous body to me.  She
then climbed on to the rear deck and down the ladder into the water.  I
followed her in shortly after and we made our way to the sandbar. We found
an area that was about just up to our necks in water and decided to swim
around there for the time being.

My dad meanwhile went down below to get lunch ready.  This was our
opportunity to make out again and we both knew it.  We were in a perfect
spot that my dad would have to look over the boat's edge to see us so we
would probably get ample warning before he would ever see us.

"Are you having fun Ashley?" I asked her trying to make some small talk.

"Yes, " said Ashley.  "This is so much fun.  I have never been out on a
boat before."

"You live in Clearwater Florida and you haven't been out on a boat
before?" I asked.

"Pretty stupid, huh?"

"No, " I replied.  "I just cannot believe it.  Anytime you want to go out
just ask and I will try to convince my dad to take us."

"Thanks, " she replied.  Her expression softened.

I looked into her eyes again.  Her eyelashes formed cute little spikes
because they were wet. I took her into my arms and gave her a soft, gentle
kiss.  Ashley responded with fire and pushed her tongue into my mouth with
passion.  I met her tongue with mine and soon they were dancing together
as one.

I moved my hand off her back and over her breast.  She didn't resist so I
made the next move that had stopped me the last time.  I moved my hand
from on top of her breast and down her belly.  I then slid it up and under
her bikini top and over her breast.  I was feeling the actual skin of her
breast now and still she wasn't resisting.  I felt her hard nipple and
started massaging it between my thumb and forefinger.  I moved my other
hand under her bikini and started on her other breast.

Ashley was now moaning steadily as we kissed.  I could tell that she was
thoroughly enjoying the attention that I was giving her breasts.  I
decided to push on and test her limits.  I wasn't worried or nervous about
trying it like I thought I would be.

I slid my right hand from her breast and moved it down her tummy.  She
continued her passionate kissing making no move to stop where my hand was
obviously going.  I moved from her tummy down to her bikini bottoms and
slid my hand underneath them from the top.  I expected to find hair down
there but I was met with smooth skin.  She still didn't resist so I moved
down even further until I could feel the lips of her sex.  I rubbed over
them with my hand and she moaned loudly into my mouth.

As if to let me know that what I was doing was all right she moved her
hand from my back and slid it down my trunks and over my ass.  I felt a
shiver go up my spine as she started massaging my ass cheek lightly.  My
cock felt like it was going to tear through my trunks.

I pressed my finger lightly into her and a loud moan escaped from her
lips.  I was worried my dad heard her but my excitement kept me going.
Ashley moved her hand around from my ass to the front of my trunks and
dove in grabbing my penis in her hand.  I was hoping that she wouldn't be
disappointed with my size.  I was only five inches so far and I hoped that
I still had some growth to go yet.  She stroked my hardness up and down in
her hand making me exhale deeply into her mouth.

We continued manipulating each other's genitals while moaning into each
other's mouths.  Over the last two years of masturbating in my room I had
dreamt of moments like this one.  Pressure began to develop inside of me
and I knew that soon I was going to release.  I stroked her sex quicker
hoping she would return the favor to me. She did end up stroking me
quicker and soon I was shooting my seed into the sea.  I gently pushed her
hand away as I enjoyed my first girl-induced orgasm.

"Ashley do you want a ham sandwich or tuna?" called my dad returning us
back to reality. I pulled my hands away from her quickly and stepped back.
I looked up to the boat and noticed to me relief that my dad wasn't
looking over the side.

"Tuna will be fine thank you, " said Ashley sounding winded.

"OK, you two finish your swim and come on up and eat, " said my dad.

We swam back to the ladder and before mounting the ladder Ashley turned
and kissed me passionately.

"You are wonderful Marcus, " she breathed.

"You are pretty wonderful yourself, " I replied smiling back at her.

Ashley climbed the ladder first giving me a wonderful view of her ass. Her
suit had ridden up her crack exposing a white patch of skin on her cheeks.
When she got to the top of the ladder she stood and adjusted her suit.  I
followed up the ladder and climbed aboard the boat as well.

We enjoyed a nice lunch of sandwiches and potato salad.  For dessert my
dad brought some cookies.  Ashley then spent some time lying out on the
back deck of the boat while my dad and I cleaned up after lunch.  When we
headed back, Ashley insisted on sitting in the back because it was too
cold up front.  My dad unfortunately insisted I ride up front instead of
sitting with her in back.  My guess is he didn't trust me back there with
his back turned.  His mistrust was well placed.

When we got past Saint Petersburg again, my dad let me pilot the boat back
to the dock. This was a great thrill for me because it gave me a chance to
show off in front of Ashley.  I was definitely loving life at that very
moment.

When we got back to the dock I helped my dad get the boat put away and
helped with putting the covers on.  I told then asked if he could just
drive to our house and I would walk Ashley home.  He was fine with that as
long as I came home for dinner. I gave Ashley a t-shirt to wear on the way
home so that she was better covered and wouldn't feel embarrassed to walk
home in her skimpy bikini.

We left the house and headed to Gulf to Bay Road, one of the main
thoroughfares through Clearwater.  Ashley was holding my hand and for half
the way we walked in silence just enjoying each other's company.

Ashley was the first one to break the silence.  "Marcus, " she said almost
in a whisper, " I have been so happy the last few days that we have been
able to get together."

"Me too, " I said more genuinely than the same comment would have been the
day before.

"I have had a crush on you for some time now and my feelings for you over
the last few days have changed so much.  I really think that I love you."

My heart stopped beating.  I couldn't believe after two days of going out
that she told me that she loved me.  I honestly liked her quite a bit but
I couldn't say I loved her or could I?  I really didn't know what love was
yet.  I knew that we shared some experiences that people who love each
other share.  I knew that I wanted to spend more time with her.  I also
knew that I still had a crush on Kelli but it wasn't as strong as it was
the day before.

"Are you saying that you want to be boyfriend-girlfriend?" I asked.

"Yes, if that is OK with you, " she replied back with a tinge of
nervousness in her voice.

"I guess that is OK with me, " I replied almost too nonchalantly. What did
I have to lose?  Then I realized that if Kelli didn't really like Greg I
might have just blew my chances with her by saying I would be Ashley's
boyfriend.

"I love you Marcus!" squealed Ashley. She stopped and embraced me tightly.

"I don't know what your plans are for tomorrow but we can go to the park
if you would like," I offered trying to avoid the return `I love you'.

"That sounds like fun, " said Ashley enthusiastically.  "We can also head
over to my house for lunch if you would like.  My parents are taking my
sister to some play tomorrow that she is seeing for extra credit in her
drama class."

I knew what Ashley was up to. The main course for her lunch tomorrow would
likely be me. My dick started getting hard just thinking about it.

When we got to her house her dad was washing the car in the driveway so I
got a chance to talk to him again.  He asked about football some more and
I told him about my current size dilemma.  He told me that I should ask
the coach to switch to a linebacker position.  My size and speed would be
a better asset there.  Ashley offered to give my shirt back and I told her
to just keep it for the time being.  Her dad thanked me for taking Ashley
out on the boat and said that he never got the chance to take her out on
any of the tourist boats that littered Pinellas County.

On the way home it started to rain.  It was the daily rainstorm that the
Bay Area gets every afternoon during the summer.  I walked casually and
let the warm water soak into my skin.  My thoughts turned to Ashley and
what she meant to me.  I couldn't decide if I really did love her or not.
I didn't know what it meant to be in love.

Then my thoughts turned to Kelli again.  I really couldn't stop thinking
about her.  We had become good friends over the past few weeks and I found
that when I was in her company I really felt content.  I also knew that I
was extremely jealous of Greg for asking her out first.  I was in a
quandary. I knew I had strong feelings for Ashley but I couldn't get Kelli
out of my head.  All I could hope for was that time would sort everything
out and I would end up happy in the end.

I wanted more than anything to tell her that I loved her. I wanted to tell
her that she was the only girl for me, but it wasn't true.  Instead I felt
guilt.  Guilt for kissing her.  Guilt for making love to Ashley.   I felt
trapped between two beautiful girls and didn't know what to do.  All I
could do was cry.

Kelli's look of utter bliss turned into one of concern.  "What is wrong
Marcus?"

"Kelli, I really like you, " I cried.  "I mean I REALLY like you.  I just
cannot hurt Ashley by continuing what we are doing."

Kelli averted her gaze from me and looked at the floor.  "I know, " she
whispered.

"That last kiss was my fault, " I said calming down a bit.  "I am sorry
for leading you on.  You are such a wonderful girl, no... a wonderful woman.
It is hard for me to resist your charms."

"If you find it hard to resist me then stop resisting, " she said.

"Kelli, you know I can't do that, " I said.  "Ashley is your friend too.
We both would be hurting her."

"We wouldn't have to tell her at first.  You could let her down easy
then, " said Kelli looking at me again, her eyes wide with excitement.

"That would make me no better than Greg, " I said softly.

Kelli dropped her gaze again in defeat.  "Marcus, I love you.  I just wish
that I hadn't screwed things up and that you and I could be together."

"Me too, " I whispered automatically.  The words were out before I could
stop them and take them back.

Kelli looked back up me, not with excitement in her eyes, but pure love.
"You do have feelings for me don't you?"

The cat was out of the bag.   I needed to try and salvage the situation.
"Yes.  I told you that before."

"I mean more than just like, " said Kelli with hope in her expression now.

"Yes, " I whispered defeated. "I have felt this way ever since I first saw
you.  You ever hear the expression `love at first sight'?"

"Oh my god, " cried Kelli.  "You have had a crush on me all this time?"

"Yes, although for the past few weeks I have tried to deny it.  After
Friday I tried to denounce it completely. When I found out last night that
everything was a lie I was crushed."

"Why crushed?" said Kelli concerned.

"Because I knew that you were free to love another but I was not free to
be that one, " I said on the verge of tears again.

"Have a talk with Ashley.  She may understand, " said Kelli now sounding
desperate.

"I cannot do that now.  Not after last night, " I said now sobbing softly.

"You didn't Marcus, " she exclaimed.

"Yes we did, " I said lowering my head and starting to cry hysterically.

I was so distraught that I had certainly hurt Kelli now.  I knew that she
would now want nothing to do with me.  I was surprised when I felt her
hand touch me chin.  She lifted my head of gently until I was looking at
her again.

"I am not mad, " said Kelli with every bit of love in her eyes that was
there before.  "Disappointed.  A bit.  Mad.  No.  I can see now why you
are so confused."

"I don't know what to do Kelli.  I want you so bad and yet I cannot hurt
Ashley, " I said.

"Do you love Ashley?" she asked bluntly.

"Yes... No...  I guess I don't know.  I don't think so."

Kelli took me into her arms as I continued to cry. It felt so comfortable,
so natural, to be in her arms.  It seemed like she could lift me from this
mess that I got myself in and bring me all the happiness in the world.

Kelli pulled back slightly and lifted my chin again.  I could see that
there were tears in her eyes again but also there was such an intense look
of love on her face.  Her lips moved to mine softly at first and then she
began to kiss me with more passion.  I momentarily forgot all my concerns
and was focused only on her. I returned her kiss with equal passion
slipping my tongue into her mouth and finding her tongue.

My hormones began to take control and I was starting to act on impulse
rather than logic.  I found my hand moving from her back to her waist and
then underneath her top. I moved my hands up the bare flesh of her stomach
and the over one of her bra covered breasts.  I estimated that she was
bigger than Ashley was in the bust by the general feel I had of her
breast.  It also felt like Kelli wasn't as firm as Ashley.

I made a move to run my hand under her bra but was stopped by her hand and
a broken kiss.

"This is going too fast for me, " whispered Kelli.

I moved my hand from under her shirt and replaced it on her back. "That is
OK Kelli."

"I'm just not ready yet, " Kelli said blushing.

"For you Kelli, I will to go as fast or slow as you want, " I said.

"What about Ashley?" she asked.

"I don't know what to do about her, " I said dejectedly.

"I do, " said Kelli softly.  "You continue with her and let her down
gently.  Give her a few weeks so that you have something to break up with
her over.  Then you can do it gently."

"The problem is what if she wants to... you know?"

"I will understand, " said Kelli gently.  "I don't want to know about it,
but I understand you want to let her down slowly.  You may even learn
enough to make my first time very special for me."

I was floored.  First she was being so lenient with me in letting Ashley
down and then she was talking about the possibility of making love to her.
This was starting to turn from a huge mess into the luckiest day of my
life.  I was going to get the girl of my dreams and be able to do it on my
terms.

"You are so wonderful, " I said looking into her eyes.

"Thank you, " she replied blushing.

I looked into her pretty aqua blue eyes and reached deep into her soul. I
knew for sure my feelings for Kelli.

"I love you Kelli.  I love you more than anything on this earth."


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