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Glenn and the Girls at Jackson High

by Varangian
Copyright (c) September, 2002



Explanation

The following story recalls a time years ago when I was in the
eleventh grade at Jackson High School.  The names, of course,
have been changed and the dialogue is not entirely accurate.  But
otherwise this is how I remember an extraordinary several months
in my seventeenth year.



First

"Please don't, Glenn," Ellen said and shook off my hand.

We had been pals since before kindergarten, best friends, but
Ellen rigorously rejected even hand holding with me since we were
eleven or so when sexual urges began to excite me.  Otherwise we
were a very intimate couple who told each other everything,
although she refused to talk about sex.  When I was twelve I
informed her that I had begun masturbating and asked what she did
with herself in that regard.  She became visibly upset, but not
necessarily angry.  She refused to respond and changed the
subject.  Eventually I realized what her problem was; at least I
think I did.  Because we'd been such close friends for so long,
she assumed that the slightest intimate touch would result in
full-blown sex between us.  She would not be able to play the
usual teasing game of other girls.  We knew each other too well
for that.  She was right, of course.  I'd kept a package of
rubbers handy since I was fourteen, hoping for a time when she
might feel ready to go all the way, which would begin, certainly,
with a single kiss.

Everyone at school thought I was queer, although I'm not.  The
rumors began when I was in the ninth grade and was caught in the
showers with an eighth grade boy.  We were whacking off together
and perhaps standing a bit too close to each other.  Actually, I
had my hand on his shoulder.  To save himself embarrassment he
asserted that I had come on to him, and in the following weeks
the story was blown all out of proportion.  Ellen told me that
she didn't mind, evidently believing the version in which I was
on my knees in front of the guy.  Our friendship did not suffer
in the least as a consequence of that slander.

I didn't mind what people thought, and sometimes I gave them
reasons to believe the worst.  I wore an earring, and once during
the eleventh grade I appeared for gym class in very skimpy, pink
shorts.  My physical appearance reinforced the impression that I
was queer.  I stood 5'6", just an inch taller than Ellen, and I
weighed only 135 pounds.  People said I had a face that was too
pretty, and my hairless limbs were supposed to be sexy.  I looked
like a fourteen year old.  My sport was gymnastics, and I was
really good on the parallel bars.

I had studied ballet since I was five, and also the martial arts.
Although the guys at school sometimes taunted me, I had not been
challenged physically since I was fifteen when I left two bullies
dazed on the ground.  It took just a few seconds.  There was a
new kid in my class at the beginning of the eleventh grade and
the other guys sicked him onto me.  Perhaps it was because he was
a loudmouth they wanted to set straight.  In any case I easily
flipped him into a dumpster half filled with cafeteria stuff.

I didn't have any close friends among the guys, and I learned to
avoid older boys whose motives for befriending me were usually
very obvious.  Girls seemed to like me, though, perhaps because
my queer reputation made me somehow safe in their eyes.  But they
wouldn't date me, and they hung around only when I was with
Ellen.

 * * *

Ellen, Melinda and I didn't hesitate going into my house after
school, because my parents worked the afternoon shift, allowing
us to lounge around without any bother from grown ups.  On the
way there from school Melinda had promised to tell us a secret,
but she wouldn't say anything until we sat with our cokes in the
living room.

"I just broke up with Greg," she announced in an off hand manner
that suggested she was not upset.

Greg was just the opposite of me.  He was tall, masculine, a
football hero, and the most popular boy at school.

"You must have known you wouldn't last with him, Melinda," Ellen
remarked.  "Greg uses up girls."

"I wasn't used!" Melinda protested.  "I knew what I was getting
into."

"It was Greg who was getting into something," I said, trying to
sound droll.

Ellen scowled at me, although Melinda's face remained placid.
Most of the kids in our class were still virgins, and the fact
that Melinda had been Greg's girl was no proof that they had gone
all the way.  There was a group of wilder kids, of course, who
were very obvious.  Ellen's twin step-sisters, for example, were
well-known sluts.

Ellen stood.  "I have to go," she said.  "I've got to clean the
kitchen."

Melinda and I looked at her sympathetically.  It was common
knowledge that she was mistreated by her step-mother and the
twins.  Ellen had frequently complained to me about being
exploited.  We gathered at the front door exchanging further,
inconsequential words.  I expected Melinda to leave with her, but
she did not.  She closed the door behind Ellen and turned to me.

"I can stay a while longer," she said and walked back into the
living room.

Melinda was a couple of inches taller than I and weighed about as
much.  She was a cheerleader of the blonde sort with a ponytail,
bright face and muscular limbs that were, however, not heavy.
Her breasts were quite large.

"I don't suppose you know much about guy things," she stated,
settling onto the couch and kicking off her loafers.

"I'm not queer!" I protested, but she dismissed my objection with
a casual shrug.

"Actually, I don't mind one way or the other.  You're a male,
though, one I can talk to about, you know, things."

"You mean sex."  I sat on the far end of the couch.

She examined me closely.  "You look like a young kid," she said.
"Maybe you can't help me with my questions."

"You know me, Melinda.  I'm your age, but it's true I may not
have any answers."

"You're a virgin, aren't you, at least with girls?"

"I've never been with another guy, nor have I ever wanted to.  So
I guess I'm a virgin all around."

She studied me again with considerable intensity.  "Is Greg, you
know, big?" she asked abruptly.  "Bigger than most?"

"You mean his, ah, ..."

"Yeah."

I naturally assumed she had never seen it.  I could not imagine
why she would ask me such a question now that she was no longer
going with the guy.

"We sometimes shower together after gym," I said.  "I'd say he's
about average, although I've never seen him hard."

"What's average?"

"I am, almost."

She grinned.  "But you're, ah, so much more delicate than he."

"Delicate?"

"You know what I mean."

"I'm shorter, but my penis might be larger than his.  Why are you
asking this?  You broke off with the guy, you said."

She squirmed and squeezed her hands together.  "He hurt me," she
said in a soft voice that I could scarcely make out.

Suddenly I realized her concern.  "It always hurts the first
time," I said.  "At least that's what I've heard."

"But it hurt the second time too."

I assumed they hadn't done it more than twice.  "You think he was
too big?" I asked.

She leaned forward.  "That's what I want to know.  It's supposed
to feel good after the first time.  But you say he's just
average."

"Maybe you tried it again too soon."  I guessed wildly.

"It was the next day.  Do you think that's the problem?"

"I don't know, Melinda.  I'm still a virgin, as I said."

She scrunched her shoulders and leaned even closer to me with
hands squeezed between her thighs.  "It's been over a week since
the last time," she said.  "Do you think it would feel good now?"

Her pleasant face was very close to mine.  The hope that I might
get laid for the first time overcame my usual caution.  I placed
a hand on her cheek, which drew her nearer.  Our lips touched and
I experienced the first kiss other than my mother's.  It was a
chaste affair.  She straightened.

"You haven't done this before," she observed with a slight grin.

"Perhaps we could teach each other," I suggested, placing my hand
on her near, bare thigh.

"You said you're bigger than Greg."  She seemed worried.

I took her into my arms and she eagerly embraced me.

"I don't think I would hurt you," I spoke into her ear.  "I'm not
much more than average.

"And you won't tell?"

"Never!"

We kissed again, this time passionately.  I cupped her right
breast boldly, knowing I had permission.  It was larger than my
palm.  We continued kissing, trading spit.  I ran my free hand up
her thigh and under the skirt of her cheerleader outfit,
exploring desperately.

"Not so rough!" she protested without breaking the embrace.

"Let's go upstairs," I suggested, fingering her moist panties.

She leaned back to look at me.  Her face expressed a
determination, an eagerness to go all the way.  But she seemed to
be, if not in charge, at least an equal.

"OK," she said, taking my hand and rising to her feet.  "But
let's do it slowly.  I like the early part best.  It lasts
longer."

"The early part?"

She pulled me up and pressed her body to mine.  "I'll teach you,"
she murmured against my lips.

We ascended the stairs with arms around each other.  I could
scarcely believe that I was about to get laid for the first time,
and with a pretty girl.  When we got to my room we stood beside
the bed with unexpected nervousness.  She seemed suddenly
hesitant.  I took her gently into my arms to reassure her.

"I have some rubbers," I said.

She lost her momentary shyness.  "I'm on the pill, Glenn.  Let's
get naked," she stated with a grin, pushing me to arms length.

We stared at each other as we took off our clothes.  When she was
clad just in bra and panties and I in tented under shorts, I
stepped forward to palm her cheek.

"I'd like to do the rest," I said.

She leaned against me as I fumbled with the clasp of her bra,
which I finally managed to undo.  Stepping back with the garment
in my hand, I gazed at the ample, fresh breasts that jutted
firmly from her chest.  I ogled the rest of her sumptuous body
and marveled at my extraordinary luck.  The panties, visibly
moist at the crotch, accented her sexual allure.

She giggled and said, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."

Without taking her eyes from my face she stooped slightly to
remove the last article of her clothing, revealing a light brown
pubic bush that concealed her feminine mystery.  We were like
children playing naughty, just for the fun of it.  But we both
realized we would soon be enjoying extraordinary sexual pleasure.
I pushed down my under shorts.  My rigid cock bounced into view.
Her eyes grew large.

"You are bigger, Glenn.  At least it's fatter than Greg's."

She stepped forward to enfold it as we embraced.  Her hand
squeezed it gently, rhythmically, perhaps unaware of the effect
she was having.  I quickly reached the point of orgasm.

"I'm going to come!" I exclaimed.

She released it and retreated a step.  I could not help myself,
because there was no choice in the matter.  I grabbed my cock
just as the first spurt exploded onto her thigh.  With a shrill
groan I spewed a second, third and even a fourth time, and I
continued pumping with my eyes on her breasts and soft stomach
until there was no more pleasure to be had.

"Wow!  Glenn!  That was an awful lot of stuff!  Does it mean
you're finished?"

Her voice betrayed an anxious regret, and she seemed dismayed at
the sight of my flagging member.  I took her into my arms.

"I'll need a few minutes," I whispered into her ear.  "Then I'll
get as hard as before."

"I hope so," she responded.  "But in the meantime we can play
with each other.  Let's get onto the bed."

For the next quarter hour or so we lay together, kissing,
snuggling and examining each other's body.  I was like a child in
toy land.  Eventually she taught me how to masturbate her,
uttering  a few instructive words: "higher," "gently," "faster."
My hand vanished between her soft thighs.  With our heads sharing
a pillow I stared into her face to witness her response, which
she did seek to conceal.  Before long her entire face grimaced,
her body bucked and she emitted an uninhibited cry.  She pushed
my hand away.

"Are you ready yet?" she panted, obviously still excited.

I was indeed!  I climbed between her legs, after which she raised
her knees and pushed her butt forward.  With a hand she guided me
to her opening.  I paused when my member touched her wetness to
gaze into the pretty, blonde face just beneath me.  She bit her
lower lip anxiously.  I pushed forward, penetrating her with the
head of my cock, then worked the rest of it inside.  What an
incredible feeling that was!  Her mouth opened in surprised joy.

"It's so wonderful!" she exclaimed.

We began to kiss with intense passion as our lower bodies
established a rhythm.  Within a minute or so Melinda started to
groan with increasing loudness.  She grasped my shoulders, sucked
on my neck and began to fuck against me wildly.  Suddenly her
body went rigid and she screamed into my ear.  Without pausing I
continued to bang away.  She yelled forth in orgasm once more,
and then I felt my pleasure rise irresistibly.  I pressed my face
against her sweaty cheek as I spewed ecstatically into her.  It
was more than I had ever dreamed of.

"Get off now, Glenn," she said, reminding me that I had been
lying heavily upon her.

I rolled off, overwhelmed by a sense of triumph.  She cuddled to
me, although I was inclined to rise from the bed.

"Let's kiss some more," she pleaded, holding me in place with her
arms.

We kissed, and I stroked her body as I watched her relax and
retreat from a physical bliss that lingered longer with her than
it had with me.  We dozed briefly.

"I can't be your girl, Glenn," she said later when we dressed
beside the bed.  "It was absolutely marvelous for me, so much
better than it was with Greg.  But I have another guy in mind,
someone you don't know."

Her statement did not distress me, because I could not think of
Melinda in a romantic way.  She was not my type.  I preferred
smaller, quieter girls, a girl like Ellen.

"We got lucky," I responded with an effort at sophistication.
"We were both at the right place at the right time.  I'll miss
doing it with you."

"We're friends, Glenn!  There will be a next time, but just don't
count on me.  Besides it's Ellen you're after.  You're almost
married to her already."

I hung my head, acknowledging the truth of her words.  "She's not
interested in sex.  I've never even kissed her."

"You haven't?"  She sounded surprised.  "I'm sure you'll work
something out.  Be patient.  When you finally get her you'll be
very pleased.  I've seen her in the showers many times, and I can
tell you that she has an delightful body, although it's on the
small side."

We went hand in hand down the stairs and to the front door.  She
kissed me with her hand on the doorknob.

"I can't say when I'll be back, Glenn.  But it won't be too long,
maybe next week.  You're magnificent.  Just promise not to talk
about me to your boy friends."

"I don't have any boy friends," I protested.  "And in any case I
won't tell anyone."

We kissed again before she opened the door and left.




Second

Melinda had sworn me to secrecy about our afternoon of sex, but
she never promised that she would remain silent.  The next day I
crossed the street to Ellen's house, to meet her for our usual
walk to school.  She wouldn't look at me when she came out to
join me on the sidewalk.  She refused to respond to my greeting
and insisted on walking a couple of steps behind me in icy
silence.  I stopped and turned to confront the girl.

"Melinda has talked to you," I said.

She scowled at me but did not reply.

"I didn't cheat on you!" I exclaimed.  "It's not like we're going
together."

I should not have said that, because those words caused her to
look at me with a withering expression of disgust.  She brushed
past me and walked more quickly than usual towards school.  I
decided not to catch up with her, because I was at a complete
loss about what to do or say.

We stopped walking to school together after that.  Ellen avoided
me, and I did not try to make up with her.  I assumed, unhappily,
that whatever had been between us was over.  I hoped to gain some
comfort from Melinda, but she avoided me too.

Over the next couple of weeks I noticed that Greg had taken up
with Doris, a prim girl about my size who was, I thought, a
dazzling beauty.  She had raven hair cut Dutch boy style that
accentuated her pale, delicate face.  Everything about her was
conservative and proper -- her manner of dress and her slow,
deliberate way of speaking.  With modest breasts and elegant
limbs she appeared to be physically in perfect proportion.  I
could not imagine what a girl like her saw in Greg, the football
hero who had such a reputation as a ladies man.

I knew Doris only casually, although she and Ellen were good
friends.  But when I heard that she had lasted with Greg for
little more than a week I approached her in hopes of getting
lucky.  After my experience with Melinda I thought it possible to
catch Greg's cast-off girls on the rebound.

I saw her in the lunchroom at a table with other kids, although
she did not appear to be involved in their talk.  She just gazed
out the window with a sad expression on her beautiful face.  When
the others left, I went up and sat opposite her.

"There must be something very fascinating on the other side of
that window," I said.  "Perhaps naughty squirrels."

She looked at me.  "Hi, Glenn," she responded with a wan smile.
"I think I have spring fever."

"It's a bit early for that.  Perhaps you're thinking about a
boy."

"So you've heard about me and Greg."  She stared at her clasped
hands.  "Everyone has, I suppose, but it's no big news,
considering how he runs through girls."

"You must have known his reputation, Doris.  Why did you bother
with him?"

She eyed me warily.  "You don't know?  You of all people?"

I bristled.  "I don't find him attractive, if that's what you
mean.  I'm not attracted to guys, despite what people say."

She shrugged.  "Still, you're different from other boys, you
know.  You're more sensitive."

"Melinda says I'm delicate."

Doris emitted a delighted chuckle.  "Did she really?  I'd hardly
call you that.  I bet you could even chuck Greg into a dumpster."

I gazed at her pale, angelic face until she blushed and turned
her head aside.

"You don't seem to be very upset," I said, leaning toward her.
"Perhaps it's because he dropped you so soon that you didn't get
used to him."

"I dropped him!" she exclaimed.  "Beneath his slick exterior he's
really a crude guy who doesn't understand girls."

"I might comprehend girls better," I said, reaching across the
table to touch her hand.  "You said I was different."

She gave me an enigmatic, sly smile.  "Melinda says you are."

"Melinda talks too much.  I believe in keeping secrets."

She began to toy with my middle finger.  "I do too," she said
without looking up.

The cafeteria was almost empty by then.  We suddenly realized
we'd have to rush or be late for our next class.  Without a
further word we got up and hurried from the room in different
directions.  We had started something between us, I realized, and
I suspected she was also aware of it.  I thought about her
beautiful face and lovely forearms for the rest of the afternoon.

After school, when the halls were choked with people eager to
leave, I noticed Ellen and Melinda walking together near the main
entrance.  Melinda waved to me from afar, but Ellen refused to
turn her head.  When I exited the building, I saw Doris standing
alone on the sidewalk as though she were waiting for someone.

"There you are!" she declared when I approached her.

I greeted her as well and tried to conceal my excitement at her
unambiguous interest in me.  She was normally a shy girl.  I
thought she was making a great effort to appear sprightly and
forward.

"I'd like to talk some more," she said as we walked along.  "But
I'd rather not go over to the Burger King."

"We could sit on my front porch and have cokes, if you like." I
offered.

In response she took my hand and squeezed it.  There was a
promise in that touch, although I knew it was too soon to draw
conclusions.  I squeezed back.

We did not sit on the front porch.  When we arrived at my house
Doris followed me into the kitchen where I procured cans of soda
from the fridge for both of us.  We stood awkwardly in the middle
of the room holding them without drinking.  She stared at the
floor quite passively.  I realized she expected me to make the
first move, to which I assumed she would respond positively.   I
touched her upper arm with my finger tips, just a gentle stroke.
It was enough.  She stepped forward and we embraced with one arm
each, the others encumbered by cokes.  I brushed my cheek against
hers and kissed it.  We placed the drinks aside, mine onto a
counter and hers on a table.  We then kissed in earnest.
Although she was my size, she felt smaller in my arms as I
fondled her back, feeling her ribs.  After a moment she stepped
back abruptly, her face not meeting mine.

"You must think awful things about me," she mumbled.

"I'm not like other guys," I responded.  "I've always thought of
you as someone special, as a person beyond my grasp.  It was a
thrill to kiss you."

"I don't love you, although I know you're a fine person.  I
enjoyed kissing you too."  She was near whimpering.

I pulled her gently into my arms again.  "We can be special,
secret friends, Doris.  Would you like that?"

She nodded and placed her head passively on my shoulder.  It was
entirely up to me, I realized.  She wanted more than mere
kissing, but I did not yet know how far she was willing to go.
It was possible she was still a virgin, a thought that troubled
me.  With an arm around her I led her into the living room where
we sat on the couch.  She responded to my next kiss with
incredible passion, and she did not protest when I cupped her
modest breast with a palm.  I broke the kiss to gazed expectantly
into her face.  When I squeezed her breast lightly she smiled
nervously.

"I'm scared," she whispered, then pressed her face against my
shoulder.

I petted her raven hair.  "Are you scared of me, of what I might
do?" I asked quietly.

"Greg raped me," she responded.  "No, no," she added quickly.  "I
let him, but he wouldn't stop when I pleaded with him.  It really
hurt."

"But you're still curious, aren't you?" I said.

She raised her head and looked at me boldly.  "Yes!" she stated
emphatically.

With my eyes on hers I began to unbutton her blouse.  She not
only permitted it, but she reached behind herself to unclasped
the bra when I had her garment open to reveal the pale skin of
her chest and flat belly.  Her breasts were very girlish,
definitely unlike Melinda's large orbs.   Doris' were firm and
pointy without the least sag.  Brown nipples, hard and excited,
crowned them.

"I'm so embarrassed," she mumbled, but she did not seek to
conceal herself.

I ignored the complaint.  I was convinced the girl was willing to
go all the way.  I leaned down to place my lips around the tip of
her near breast.  She gasped and pressed my head to her.  As I
sucked the nipple I fumbled with the top of her jeans, opening
them.  She pushed my hand away and then my head.

"Could I see you first?" she asked in a small voice.

I stood and quickly removed my clothes.  Before I pushed down my
under shorts she stroked my thigh.  "You're pretty," she said.
She then leaned back in the couch as I showed her the rest of me.

"That's strange and ugly, like Greg's," she announced with her
eyes riveted on my privates.  "I suppose all boys are the same."

I felt awkward and vulnerable standing there naked.  I knelt
before her and pulled down her jeans to reveal lovely thighs that
were pale as the rest of her body.  The sight of them and her
white panties aroused me to contemplate something I had always
thought of as disgusting.  I removed the jeans from her legs,
after which I pulled the panties entirely off as well.  I kissed
a knee and licked it, my eyes focused on the black bush that grew
wildly between her luscious thighs.  I impulsively pushed my face
against that hair, feeling her soft skin against my cheek.

"I didn't know boys did that!" she exclaimed.  "I've never even
done it with a girl!"

Her eagerness, however, was very apparent.  She raised her knees
and placed her feet on the edge of the couch, pushing her butt
forward.  With unsteady fingers I parted the hair and the lips
beneath.  I began to lap her pink, moist flesh inexpertly.  I did
not find the odor offensive.

"Up higher," she commanded.  "Above the hood."

I followed her instructions and was rewarded with the sounds and
squirming of arousal.  She soon emitted an eek and pressed her
thighs tightly against my head.  When she released me, I sat back
on my heels to observe her.  She still wore her blouse, now
entirely open in front.  She ran fingers through her pubic bush
and caressed her right breast with the other hand.  She bit her
lower lip apprehensively.

"Do you have, ah, protection?" she asked with a nervous voice.

"And if I don't?" I teased.

She pouted, placed her feet back on the floor and straightened
her body on the couch.

"Are you serious, Glenn?  Are you saying that Ellen is on the
pill like Melinda?"

I rose and sat beside her.  "Ellen and I don't even kiss," I
replied, palming a pert breast.

"I just assumed you were closer than that," she hastened to say.
"Ellen is very secretive about sex."

I placed a hand on her flat stomach.   "That's true, but I do
have some rubbers upstairs in my room."

"Oh," she grunted.  "I thought you were going to ask me, you
know, to suck on you.  I wouldn't do it for Greg."

"I'd never ask you to do anything distasteful, Doris.  I'm not
that sort of guy."  I kissed her briefly.  "But if you're curious
about doing that, I would enjoy it."

She stared at me warily.  "What does it taste like?"

"I don't know.  I've never sucked a cock."

"Not even your own?"  She sounded incredulous.

I laughed abruptly.  "Guys can only dream of doing that."

"I watched Greg do it."

I was astounded.  "He sucked on himself?"

"Well, not really.  He just got his lips on the tip of it.  I
thought, you being a gymnast and all, that you'd be able to put
your mouth on it."

"I wish I could.  Actually I've never been sucked."

"So you want me to do it," she declared with a frown.

"It's up to you.  If you don't care to, I'll understand."

She pondered the notion as I stroked her near, sleek thigh,
marveling at its pale softness.

"Okay," she announced suddenly.  "I suppose I should try
everything at least once."

She slid from the couch and knelt in front me.  I spread my legs
and leaned back, starting when she grasped my member with her
small hand.

"I don't want to taste pee," she objected when she gave it a pump
that brought forth a dollop of clear liquid.

"It's lubrication," I explained in a tremulous voice.  I was
close to coming.

She extended her tongue to lick away the moisture.  "It's okay,"
she said after running tongue over lips.

With a hand on the shaft she opened her mouth widely and placed
it over the end of my cock.  She sucked without moving her head,
unmindful of the pressure of her teeth on my flesh.  After about
thirty seconds I reached the point of no return.  I grasped her
raven head with both hands.

"Close your throat, darling," I gasped.  "I'm about to shoot."

She must have taken that precaution, because she did not gag when
my pleasure exploded in her mouth in a succession of ecstatic
spurts.  When the tip of my cock became too sensitive, I gently
pushed her head away.  She leaned back to look up at me with an
open mouth.  Jism drooled down her chin from sloppy lips.  She
quickly grabbed her panties from the floor and spat into them.

"Did you like that?" she asked after wiping her face.

"Did you?" I replied.

She nodded sheepishly, lips pressed together and her shoulders
hunched.  "Can we go upstairs now?"

We both got to our feet and walked to the stairs.  I urged her to
proceed me, because I wanted to examine her from behind.  The
backs of her slender thighs were stunning as was her pert butt.
I placed hands on each cheek as we ascended the stairs.

When we got to my room, I went immediately to my dresser to
retrieve the rubbers from under a pile of sweaters.  When I
turned to the bed, Doris was already upon it with her legs widely
spread. She looked at me eagerly without the slightest sign of
anxiousness.  I stood beside the bed, looking down at her
incredible beauty as I pumped my cock hard.  Then I rolled on a
rubber and climbed between her legs.  She raised her knees.

"Please stop, if it hurts," she pleaded as she embraced me with
her shapely arms.

I did not reply.  I kissed her passionately, not minding the
taste of my own stuff, and penetrated her immediately.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

She did not respond in words.  Instead, she thrust her lower body
at mine to receive the entire length of my cock.  The rubber
dulled the sensation, but fucking the beautiful girl had me so
excited that I did not much notice.  We kissed all the while.
She experienced perhaps three orgasms before I came in glorious
pleasure.  I could not really tell, because Doris was not as
demonstrative as Melinda.  She seemed to hold back as if she were
fearful of losing control and making loud noises.  Whatever the
case, she appeared to be extremely pleased by the experience.

"That was marvelous, Glenn," she said after I rolled off her.  "I
didn't expect it to be so much fun."

"Perhaps next time ..." I began before she pressed fingers to my
lips.

"No next time, Glenn.  I can't be your girl.  I don't love you.
But Melinda was right.  You are really a special guy.  Ellen is
lucky to have you, even if she's mad at you right now."

We parted with a kiss at the front door.  The thought of never
having the beautiful girl again distressed me.  I wished I had
taken pictures.





 Third



The next day, a Saturday, Ellen crossed the street in the
direction my house as I sat on the porch.  She walked
purposefully, arms swinging and head down as though she intended
to confront me.  That would be a relief, I thought, after several
weeks of being shunned by her.

"You pervert!" she exclaimed from the bottom of the porch stairs,
not too loudly because she knew my mother was at home.

"What did I do now?" I whined, rising to my feet.

She climbed the stairs and stood very close to me.  "You took
advantage of Doris!  You made her do disgusting things!"

"I didn't force her to do anything!  I just suggested it.
Besides, who told you?  Doris?"

"Melinda did!  And you forced her somehow, if not physically.
Doris is not the kind of girl to do that!"

"She was curious, that's all.  She didn't complain to me
afterwards."

"Doris was such a sweet, innocent girl before she went with Greg
and then you.  She was hoping, like me, to stay pure until
graduation, until prom night."

"Pure!  What do you mean pure?  Sex isn't nasty, you know."

"That's not what I meant, Glenn.  Not all girls are sluts like my
stepsisters.  Some of us have standards and self-respect.  It's
not fair that we can't resist guys like Greg and you."

"Me?  I'm not a stud.  Girls don't flock to me like they do Greg.
Melinda and Doris were just curious, and they weren't upset by
what we did together."

"They went with you because Greg is such a crude jerk and
couldn't satisfy them after he, you know."

I folded my arms smugly.  "Then I did them a service."

She squinted at me.  "Aren't you the least bit concerned that
they might begin sleeping around now and become a little slutty?"

It was a ridiculous question that I refused to answer.  "You said
girls can't resist guys like Greg and me.  Does that include you?
You don't need Greg to take your cherry."

I placed my arm on her shoulder but she shook it off and stepped
back.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?   To get a girl that Greg hasn't
already ripped."

"I'm glad Greg had Melinda and Doris first.  That meant I didn't
hurt them."  I touched her on the arm.  "I'd be very gentle with
you," I promised.  "It's only right that we be first time
lovers."

"You've already had your first time, Glenn!  And seconds too!"

"So that's it.  You're jealous!  Well, we didn't make love
together.  We only had sex.  It would be different with you." I
pulled her to me and she did not resist.  "I wish you'd let us be
all we can to each other."

She became very flustered and visibly blushed.  "I have to
leave," she almost whispered.  "I'm supposed to have the
fireplace cleaned before Mama gets home."

She turned, dashed down the stairs and ran across the street to
her house.  She paused to look back at me before she entered the
front door.  At least we had cleared the air, I thought, but I
didn't think I was any closer to kissing her than before.

 * * *

Ellen is not especially pretty.  She has a plain, agreeable face
that is made awkward by the ugly glasses she insists on wearing.
Melinda said she had a nice body, although I couldn't say much
about that because she usually dressed in baggy clothes, and I
hadn't seen her in a bathing suit since she was ten.  I never
whacked off thinking of her.  She was just my buddy, a dear old
friend.

That evening everything changed.  Ellen came over just after my
parents' car left the driveway.  They were off to play cards with
friends.  It was as if she had been waiting for them to leave.  I
opened the screen door for her, recognizing her new mood that
promised a wonderful possibility for us.

"Can we talk nice, Glenn?" she asked, shuffling her feet
nervously.  "I'm sorry I've been so bitchy to you recently."

"I want to kiss you," I said, moving close to her, boldly as
never before.  "I've been waiting for years."

"I, I thought we'd just talk," she stuttered.

But she allowed me to embrace her, and she did not resist when I
tilted her head up with my hand.

"May I kiss you?" I asked with my lips an inch from hers.

I took off her glasses.  She had large, brown eyes that sparkled,
perhaps with the onset of tears.  We kissed without a further
word.  She surprised me with her easy skill.  She offered her
tongue.

"You've kissed before," I said after we drew back our heads, our
arms still around each other.

"Not with a boy," she admitted shyly.

"With Melinda?

"No, Melinda is not like that.  Doris and I are very close.
We've practiced kissing.  Now she's afraid to look at me after
she gave herself to Greg and then you."

"You needn't be jealous," I said, rubbing my cheek against her
brown hair.  "It was just a one time thing."

I noticed she was about to say something, but she stopped with
her mouth open.  We kissed again with great passion.  She felt so
small in my arms, although she was just an inch shorter than I.
I wondered whether she wanted more than kissing, but quickly
realized the foolishness of my thought.  She was ready for me,
finally, after so long.  I inserted a hand between us to feel a
breast.  It did not fill my palm.  She broke the kiss.

"Do we have time?" she asked with her lips against my ear.

"Three or four hours," I replied.

I swept her into my arms.  She clung to my neck as I carried her
to the stairway, gazing at me with a curious expression on her
pixie face.  She smiled and bit her lower lip at the same time.

 * * *

I was very gentle, more so than Ellen wanted.

"I'm not fragile," she complained when I tugged too delicately at
her panties.

Except for that garment she lay on the bed quite naked.  If she
were a few inches shorter one might describe her as doll-like.
Her body was beautifully proportioned, small except for her long,
slender legs.  With her panties on she appeared to be illicitly
young, but when I removed them her maturity became very apparent.

"You're taking too long, Glenn," she complained again.  "Get
undressed.  I want to see you."

Yes, I thought.  I had been too cautious.  Ellen was a grown girl
who had decided to go all the way.  I shed my clothes quickly and
stood naked above her, my hard cock on an upward tilt.

"So that's what it looks like!" she exclaimed.  "Come, lie beside
me and let's play."

"I'd better get a rubber first," I cautioned her.

She giggled.  "I've been expecting this and have been taking the
pill for weeks.  They're all over the house, you know.  Mama got
me a prescription years ago when I had my first period."

What a lovely situation, I thought.  There would be nothing to
dull the sensation.  I leapt on the bed joyously and we began to
tickle and kiss like children on a romp.  When we paused to catch
our breath she ran her hand down my side to grasp my cock
lightly.

"It's a shame," she said.  "We could have been doing this for the
past five years or more."

She pumped my member a couple of times.  "You're leaking," she
said, leaning down to see it close up.

"Do you want a taste?" I asked.

"Just a lick."

She placed her lips over my knob and sucked briefly.  She then
raised her head to look at me.

"Melinda said you almost choked Doris with all your stuff."

"I'll warn you in time," I promised, feeling an urgent need to
come.

She gazed at me sweetly.  "I'll suck it anytime you want, Glenn,
but not now.  Not on our first time.  I want it inside of me,
deep, deep inside."

I was ready for it, but she did not appear to be at all aroused.
I fingered her between the legs and discovered scant moisture.

"You're too dry," I observed.

She wrinkled her nose in a naughty smile.  "Doris taught you what
to do," she said.

Her intent was obvious.  I kissed down her body, and she raised
her knees when my cheek brushed against an inner thigh.  Her clit
hood was less prominent than Doris', I noticed at once.  I ate
out my darling girl with a loving passion.  She went wild and
eventually screamed without inhibition.

"Now, Glenn!  Do it now!" she cried.

I was atop her at once.  Despite my promise I had no idea how to
do it gently.  I wanted to kiss the girl as I deflowered her, but
I was raised on one arm, pushing at her with a hand guiding my
cock.  She cried out in pain when I broke through, but I began to
spew before I was half way in.  Although my pleasure was
incomplete, I pulled out and passionately kissed her teary face.

"Is it over?" she asked with a gasp.

"Yes, yes.  I'm sorry I hurt you."

She petted the back of my head tenderly.  "Melinda said we should
wait a week before doing it again."

"Do you tell Melinda everything?"

"Of course, darling.  She's become my coach.  I couldn't have
gone all the way with you without her urging. I can't wait to
tell her and Doris about how it went.  They're my best friends,
you know, and I share everything with them."

"Including me?"

She grinned impishly. "For a while, perhaps, until they find
steady boys.  Do you mind?  I'd really like to watch you in
action."

I kissed her soundly.  "Perhaps this week after school while
you're healing.  No one will suspect what we're up to,
considering I'm a known queer."




Fourth

What followed was a truly magic period in my life.  It lasted
about eight weeks, until school let out and the departure of
Melinda and Doris from town for differing summer destinations.
During those couple of months I had three girls at the same time,
three lovers who denied me nothing and seemed to enjoy the
situation as much as I.  Ellen was responsible for this wonderful
turn of events.  Aside from pleasing me, though, she had her own
agenda, as I'll explain.

That Monday after school the four of us gathered at my house.  At
first we stood about nervously in the kitchen with cans of soda
in our hands, each of us knowing what we were about to do, but no
one prepared to make the move that would get things going.

It was Ellen who finally mentioned sex.  She engaged the other
girls in a conversation about the relative pain of losing their
cherries.  Doris claimed the worst experience.

"I thought I would die," she said, "The jerk wouldn't stop until
he had his pleasure."

Ellen embraced the pale beauty affectionately with one arm and
kissed her cheek.

"Glenn was so sweet and considerate," she assured them.  "He
pulled out right away.  And yesterday we only played at oral sex,
although I was willing to go all the way despite the soreness.
But he refused to hurt me.  He said we could wait."

"Did you taste him?" Doris asked.

"Of course I did.  I even swallowed the first time I sucked on
him."

"Ugh!" Melinda exclaimed.  "I can't imagine doing that!"

"Swallowing or sucking?" Doris stepped close to me.  "I haven't
tried swallowing yet."

"Either one," Melinda replied with a frown.

"You should try it at least once," Ellen suggested.

"Perhaps," Melinda said, "but I'd do it only with Glenn."

I did not offer any observations, although I felt uneasy about
being the subject of their conversation while standing next to
them.

"Do it now!" Doris insisted.  "I'd like watch."

"Me too," Ellen interjected.  "Let's go into the living room and
get naked."

Melinda glanced at me warily.  I grinned and shrugged my
shoulders.  Without further prompting, the four of us placed our
cokes aside and left the kitchen.  We shed and dropped our
clothes in the middle of the living room.  Only Doris seemed
hesitant in disrobing.  I was able to examine and compare their
naked bodies, before we settled onto the couch.  In fact they
remained motionless for a moment, grinning at me, to allow the
inspection.  Melinda was blonde and sumptuous with large breasts
and powerful legs.  Her belly was more padded than the other
girls', but she had no flab on her.  Doris' body was absolutely
exquisite, in perfect proportion from neck to toes.  She was the
beauty of the three.  Compared to the others Ellen was rather
scrawny.  She had long, very slender legs beneath a torso that
appeared to be immature.  All three possessed untrimmed pubic
bushes that varied in hue, Doris' being the darkest.

Three of us sat on the couch, Doris and Ellen on either side of
me.  Melinda remained standing.

"I suppose I'm _it_," she announced cheerfully and knelt in front
of me, placing her hands on my knees to spread my legs.

No one spoke.  Melinda pumped my cock a couple of times until it
drooled lubricant.  "Tell me when," she asked me before lowering
her head and taking the end of it into her rather wide mouth.  I
leaned back to enjoy the sensation, each of my palms on the soft
thighs of the girls next to me.  Melinda was obviously
inexperienced in this matter.

"Suck up and down," I suggested.  "And be careful with your
teeth."

The other girls leaned forward to observe the action closely.
Melinda began to take more and more of my shaft into her mouth,
retreating frequently to suck the knob.  After a couple minutes
or so I felt my pleasure rise to the point of no return.

"Here it comes!" I announced and threw my head back in
expectation.

She had two or more inches of my member in her mouth when I began
to spew.  She withdrew after the third spurt.  Ellen, always
conscientious, quickly reached over and pumped out the last
pleasure.  Melinda sat back on her heels with lips pressed
tightly together and a worried look in her eyes.  After a moment
she swallowed, her eyes grew even larger and she jumped to her
feet.

"Where's the coke?" she exclaimed and rushed into the kitchen.

I rose to follow her, leaving the other two chattering
delightedly on the couch.  I found her next to the kitchen table
with a can of soda raised to her mouth.

"I'm sorry," I said, placing a hand on her generous butt cheek.
"Was it so awful?"

"Why don't you try it, Glenn?" she growled.  "You're supposed to
be the queer one."

I let that pass without comment.  She placed the can on the table
and picked up another.

"At least I know what it's like now," she announced after taking
a swallow of coke.  "I'll do that again only for a very special
guy, and not too often."

She smiled and pulled me to her for a kiss.

"You're one of those special guys, Glenn, but I prefer having you
inside me in the regular way.  Do you think we can do that in a
little while?  How are you going to manage with three girls?"

"I'm a stud!" I boasted, pressing my body against hers.  "I have
enough for all of you."

"I bet you do," she agreed, taking hold of my flaccid cock.  "I
want to watch you doing it atop Doris."

When we stepped to the kitchen door we saw Ellen and Doris
kissing passionately as they half reclined on the couch.  Ellen
was stroking the other girl's pale thigh high up.  When her
fingers touched the black bush Doris raised her head.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You're so beautiful," Ellen gasped.  "We've only kissed before.
I want to lick you."

"I've never done that with a girl!"

"Please.  You let Glenn."

Ellen lowered her head to take a brown nipple into her mouth.
Doris, after a moment, sighed and caressed her.

"The others will see us," Doris lamented.

"So what?"

Ellen squirmed off the couch and positioned her head between the
other girl's legs, licking a lovely thigh.  Doris lay back on the
couch and swung a leg over the back.  I glanced at Melinda.  She
was fingering herself.  Ellen began to lick voraciously on the
pale girl who started to moan from the outset.

"Oh, God!" Melinda exclaimed and squeezed her left breast, the
other hand working rapidly in her brown bush.  Doris cried out
after a moment.  She grasped Ellen's head to hold it steady.
"Please stop!" she begged.  Ellen raised her head to see us
standing in the doorway.  She did not appear to be at all
embarrassed, although Doris, who followed Ellen's eyes, blushed
deeply.

"We're going upstairs," Ellen said, standing and pulling Doris up
with her.

They raced up the stairs.  I wanted to follow them to watch some
more, but Melinda held me in place with a firm hand.

"I need you now!" she exclaimed, tugging me into the living room.

She fell to the floor, yanking me down with her.  Without words
or foreplay I mounted the aroused girl and penetrated her with my
cock that had grown rigid during the recent spectacle.  We fucked
wildly, almost violently for long minutes.  Melinda screamed
aloud a couple of times before I spewed with whining grunts.

Afterwards we lay beside each other on the floor without
speaking.

"I never expected that of those two," she finally said.

"Are you jealous?"  I asked.

"Only if I can't join them, especially Doris," she remarked with
a sigh.

I leaned up on an elbow.  "Go upstairs.  You may have to wait
your turn, but I'm sure they'll take you in."

She was on her feet and ascending the stairs two at a time within
seconds.  I got up and went into the kitchen to retrieve one of
the cokes.  I was not disappointed at Ellen's behavior, although
it was a novel thought that I would have to share her with girls
in the future.  Loud, raucous laughter resounded from upstairs.
I then understood that Ellen had not arranged this party just for
me.  I put down the can, resolved to rejoin the girls.  I wanted
to experience Doris' magnificent body again, and I thought it
would be especially fun with the others watching.




Fifth

For the remaining weeks of school the girls and I formed a gang
to which others were not invited.  Everyone must have been
surprised to see a supposed queer surrounded by fawning,
attractive girls.  Greg and the guys who hung out with him began
to grumble.  The football hero had been reduced to dating Ellen's
slutty stepsisters, because Doris and Melinda went on a campaign
to disparage him as a crude jock incapable of pleasing a girl.

"What do you use on those three," he once snarled, "a kielbasa?
You can't have more than a baby dick.  Maybe they're queer too."

He was not entirely inaccurate with that last comment, because
the girls were constantly at each other when we were alone in my
house.  The other two made Doris the usual focus of their
attention, which is understandable considering the pale beauty's
extraordinary physical perfection.  It was a gorgeous image, the
two of them adoring the shyer girl with their hands and mouths.
But Melinda and Ellen also pleasured each other, and I watched
them on numerous occasions with Doris on my lap.  Ellen, who had
access to sufficient pills, supplied Doris after that first orgy
of ours, and I was soon able to experience her exquisite body
without the dulling effect of a rubber.

Greg and his buddies became increasingly annoyed with me, but my
reputation for martial prowess prevented an actual physical
challenge.  One day I found that group harassing Ellen in the
lunchroom where she sat alone at a table waiting for the other
girls and me.

"Come on, Ellen.  Try it with a real man," I heard Greg say with
his hand roughly on her arm.

I threw aside two of his companions, sending them sprawling over
chairs and tables.  I was livid.  He straightened to his full
height to confront me, but I noticed a worried expression on his
handsome face.

"You don't touch my girls!" I shouted, pushing him in the chest.

We would have fought right there, had not a couple of faculty
intervened.

"Take it outside," one of them said, winking at me.

I stormed out of the building dragging Ellen along and waited in
the schoolyard next to the dumpsters.  I wondered if he dared to
come out.  But of course he had to.  He was followed by three of
his friends along with a small crowd of onlookers, including
Melinda and Doris.  He swung at me, and using his momentum I sent
him head first into the dirt.  On hands and knees he glared up at
me.  He would charge me wildly again, I knew, because the guy
didn't understand the ballet of combat.  He lunged forward with a
yell, and I easily flipped him onto his back with a painful thud.
When he tried again I banged his head against the side of a
dumpster, and he collapsed to hands and knees.  He was finished.
With a foot to his butt I pushed him onto his face where he
remained still.  I thought of beating him thoroughly but the
girls came to his rescue.

"Glenn!  You'll get into trouble!" Doris exclaimed, dragging me
away

The sight of the three girls attending to me so affectionately
after the combat must have been a further abasement to the once
proud guy who found himself alone on the ground, his friends and
the crowd dispersing.

For the remaining weeks of our affair the girls treated me as a
conquering hero.  On more than one occasion they bathed and
dusted me with talcum after which I fucked each of them in turn
over the course of an hour.  On a dare Melinda once agreed to
anal intercourse, which she did not enjoy at all.  But to my
surprise the exquisite Doris did, and she allowed me to take her
that way several times.  Ellen flatly refused.

Doris did not return for the twelfth grade.  Her family moved out
of town.  Melinda remained a dear friend to Ellen and me, but we
never again touched her sexually.  She caught the guy she had
been after, the one unknown to us.  He was a thirty-year-old
college professor who had been waiting until she turned eighteen
before pursuing her.

Ellen and I continued as intimate friends as we had been since
before kindergarten.  But now we were also lovers.  We married
after graduating from college.


END
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