Chapter 1

There are few creatures on Earth more miserable than a sixteen- year-old boy--especially one who is still a virgin. Hormones rage through his blood stream like wildfire in a forest (ever notice that horny and hormones start with the same letters?), wet dreams (doctors called them "night emissions"--"night drenchings" is more like it) occur with alarming and embarrassing frequency, and his tongue gets tied and his penis swells in the presence of girls. Know this guy? Maybe you don't, but I sure do. That was me, when I was sixteen.

Perhaps things would not have been so bad if I hadn't been an only child. If I had had an older sister, I probably would have known more about how girls think and operate. Even an older brother might have been able to give me some insights about girls. As it was, I considered girls to simply be mysterious and lovely creatures who operated on a completely different plane of existence than boys.

My primary mistake was that I put girls on the tallest pedestal you could imagine. In my mind, girls were NICE; they weren't in any way interested in sex like boys were. Yeah, I sometimes heard about girls who "put out," but I attributed those stories to guys making them up to appear masculine and worldly or to actions of maybe a few slutty girls with bad reputations. (Not that I knew any such girls. If I had, I might have had a spontaneous orgasm just from knowing I was in the presence of an available pussy.)

Despite this, I adored girls in general and liked being around them, even though I couldn't carry on what I considered scintillating conversation. Because of that, I dated frequently, usually every weekend. These dates usually consisted of going to a movie, then to a drive-in for malts, and then home. I held the girl's hand in the movie and then sneakily put my arm around her shoulder. If I were really fortunate, the girl would lean her head on my shoulder. After she had dated me a few times and we were sitting on the back row of the movie, she might allow me to kiss her during dull parts of the movie or newsreel. Those occasions were heaven--pure and absolute heaven.

The high point of the evening, though, was when I took the girl home. Most girls would give me a least a little goodnight kiss, and a few, knowing they could immediately turn away and run into the house, would give a little bit of tongue. Any time I got such a French kiss, I would quickly have to back away from the girl so I wouldn't embarrass myself by poking her with my instantaneously hard prick. When that happened, I would usually stop on some deserted road on the way home and beat off. It sure wouldn't do for me to walk in the house with a throbbing hard-on and meet my parents face to face.

I suppose that if fate hadn't intervened I would have grown to adulthood still maintaining my illusions about girls. Fate, in the form of a girl named Charlie, did intervene, though, and my ideas about girls got turned completely upside down.

Charlie was a new girl in town, having recently moved from a small town on the coast and enrolling in our high school. Her real name was Charlene, but she liked for everyone to call her Charlie. She was tall, almost my height, beautiful, and unbelievably stacked--about 36-24-36 by my eye measurements. She had an excellent personality, friendly and outgoing. To top it off, she was talented, with first-rate artist skills.

We met in a Sketch Club meeting. I was an old member and she had just joined. At first I was friendly to her because she was a new member and I wanted to make her feel welcome. I was highly attracted to her, though, and my attentions soon became more than just friendly. She must have felt a similar spark because by the end of the first club meeting she had accepted my request for a date.

When I arrived at her house to pick her up, she immediately scooted over next to me, sitting so close that our thighs touched. I could feel the warmth of her leg as it pressed against mine, and even though she didn't seem to be wearing any perfume, she had a faint, natural scent that was in itself highly appealing.

At her request, we went to a drive-in movie for our date. The movie was pretty dull, so we talked a little during the boring parts. She told me about her interests and of just moving to town and not having any friends. I told her about my interests and how much I wanted to fill in her friendship void. She gazed at me with her hazel eyes shining and said, "Timmy, you're really a sweet boy." With that, she brought her face to mine and brushed her lips across my mouth. She then leaned back against the seat and laid her head on my shoulder, pressing her whole side against mine.

I may have been naive, but I wasn't completely dumb, so I put my arm around her shoulder and held her even tighter than we had been before. With my arm that way, my hand draped down the front of her shoulder to the very top of her breast where the beginnings of its gentle slope just showed above the low-cut sundress she was wearing. With just the lightest of touches, I traced little circles on the exposed flesh with my fingertips. Gradually, I increased the pressure so that there wasn't any way she could fail to notice. All through the process, my hand was almost shaking from nervousness and excitement--this was the closest it had ever come to a girl's breast.

After a few minutes of this action, Charlie lifted her hand to cover mine. Well, it was nice while it lasted, I thought to myself, expecting her to move my hand back up to her shoulder. Instead, she pulled it down even further to where it covered her whole breast and then pressed it against the upthrust mound. My hand automatically cupped the firm, rounded globe and squeezed it gently.

"Ummnn, that's so much nicer," Charlie said, smiling. She had her face turned toward me now and, looking into my eyes, she reached out her tongue and licked her lips. I didn't know anything about body language then; all I knew was that I had an overwhelming urge to kiss those wet, glistening lips and see if I could get a taste of that delicious-looking tongue.

I lowered my mouth to Charlie's and kissed her. She put her hand behind my neck and drew my face even closer to hers. At first, the kiss lingered on just the lips, but then I tentatively thrust the tip of my tongue out and brushed it across the soft skin of her lower lip. Her hand squeezed the back of my neck and her tongue came out of hiding and touched mine, playing games with it. It was like electricity flowed through my whole body--I was tingling all over from our deep French kiss.

I had now forgotten all about the movie. Going to the drive-in was now just a way to get enough seclusion for sexual exploration. And explore was what I wanted to do. I wanted to explore as much as Charlie would let me, to learn as much about girls as Charlie was willing for me to learn.

Our kiss continued for an eternity, and yet for only a moment. I wanted it to never end, and I wanted immediately to go beyond it. We were now face to face and I was squeezing and kneading her breast as our tongues swirled and delved into each other's mouths. Charlie finally pulled back and broke the kiss. "Wait a second, this is in the way," she said. She put her hands to her back and unsnapped the clasp of her bra and then pulled it off completely. She then took the shoulders of her dress and pulled them down to her waist, baring those magnificent breasts to my eyes. "There, now, that's better," Charlie said, leaning back against the seat.

Better? It's unbelievable! I thought to myself as my eyes hungrily devoured the vision of Charlie leaning back with the high twin mounds of her breasts completely exposed. She reached out to my hands and pulled them up to the creamy while hills, placed them on top and pressing them into the soft billows of her flesh. Her hands then went to the back of my neck and she pulled my mouth down to hers, her mouth already open and waiting for a continuation of our tongue loving.

My hands moved across the soft flesh of Charlie's breasts, gently caressing her nipples and surrounding area. I could hardly believe how firm yet still soft her breasts were. Each one completely filled a hand, each one a handful of hot, pliant girl flesh. Charlie's nipples were hard and standing out like little nubbins as I moved them softly between my fingertips. She arched her back up to my caresses and whispered, "Ooooo, that's sooo nice."

I was practically drooling by now, wanting to get my mouth to those luscious globes. I broke the kiss and moved my mouth down to her front, taking a nipple between my lips. "Yes, suck on them, suck hard," Charlie muttered, pushing her chest hard against my mouth. I obeyed fully, pulling as much of a breast into my mouth as possible and sucking on and slavering the area with my tongue. Charlie was beginning to breath fast now, as fast as I was. "Ooohhh, yes. That's they way," Charlie whispered.

Lust filled every atom of my body. This was the stuff of wet dreams, and it was happening to me in real life. I trembled from the strength of my arousal, the flesh in my thighs shivering as I ministered to Charlie's lovely girl flesh. I worked my mouth back and forth, alternating attention from one mound to the other. I worked like a starving person, seeking to devour as much as possible before the meal were taken away.

My hands which been idle reached out and also caressed her body. At first I just held her waist, but then I moved lower, dropping a hand to Charlie's knee. She quickly responded to this action, spreading her thighs apart and giving me more room to explore her lower body. My hand crept slowly up the inside of Charlie's thigh, going higher and higher, into the tight constriction of the area near the juncture of thighs and body. I was practically panting at this point. At last, I'm finally going to get to feel a girl's pussy! I thought, my hand shaking in anticipation of this longed-for action.

Charlie raised one knee and brought it up on the car seat, and all the area between her legs was now accessible to my roving hand. I took advantage of the obvious invitation and moved my fingers all the way to the top of Charlie's thigh, up to where I could feel the silken-covered gap that separated her legs. I was surprised at how damp she was. Not only was the crotch of Charlie's panties wet, but the skin next to them was wet and slippery. I moved my fingers through the wetness, savoring the hot slipperiness of Charlie's love juices.

I moved my fingers over Charlie's sex, feeling the soft bulge of her pubic mound. Probing the area, the furrow that ran down the middle of the separation was easily detectable. I knew that just under that covering lay Charlie's pussy. She was making it available to me, and I ached and shook with desire to get under the edge of those silken panties and touch and explore Charlie's little hot pit of sex.

Very carefully, I insinuated a finger under the elastic edging of the silk fabric. The flesh it encountered was hot and wet. The finger moved deeper and found Charlie's nether lips, the swollen, slick lips of her pussy. Suddenly, Charlie leaned back away from me, taking those delicious breasts away from my sucking mouth, and moved her back against the car door. At the same time, she moved one leg up on the car seat, leaving the other on the floor. "Take them off," Charlie whispered.

"Take what off?" I asked, confused by what she meant.

"My panties. Help me take them off, they're in the way." Charlie pulled up the hem of her dress, so that the dress was now completely bunched up at her waist. Even in the dim light of the movie, I could see she had on white panties, with little rosebuds sewn in around the edges. For the first time in my life I was seeing a pair of girl's panties while they were on the girl, not just a picture in the Sears catalogue. I sometimes in desperation resorted to looking at the Sears catalogue, but this was a quantum leap in advance of that. This was the REAL THING! This was a REAL girl about to take her panties off and show me the whole of her girl sex.

Charlie put her hands to the top of her panties and started pushing them down. I put my hands right next to hers and pulled. Between us, we had the silken unmentionable down to her hips in a flash. She put her leg back down and lifted her bottom up so that I could finish removing them. As I took them from off her feet she put them in her purse. "To make sure I don't lose them," Charlie said, with a soft laugh.

Charlie then leaned back against me, putting her head on my shoulder. She raised her right leg upon the seat, leaving her pussy spread wide and gaping. Taking one of my arms, she placed my hand on her stomach, just above the shadowy mass of hair nestled between her legs. Even though there wasn't much light in the movie parking lot, there was still enough for me to enjoy the sight of Charlie, almost completely nude, her breasts rising and falling in tempo with her breath, her pussy spread wide, inviting.

Charlie turned her face to mine, opening her mouth for a kiss. I moved my lips to hers and we exchanged tongues, moving them in and out of each other's mouths. At the same time my lips were exploring her upper lips, my hand moved down and exploring her lower lips. I pushed a finger into Charlie's furrow, finding it hot and slick. I knew enough to know that girls didn't shoot out sperm like boys did, but what I found was just as hot and slick as any jism that had flowed from my prick.

Near the top of Charlie's gaping pussy lips was a little bump of flesh. I wasn't sure what it was, so I rubbed it very gently. She hunched herself up against my hand as I caressed the little nubbin. Every time I moved my finger over the little swelling, Charlie shot her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around an extra amount. I had never heard the word "clitoris" or even knew girls had such a sensitive spot, but I knew from her reaction that she liked for the little bump to have attention. To even more emphasize this new knowledge, Charlie broke our kiss long enough to mutter, "OOOOhhh, yes. That's the spot. Right there."

I was almost beside myself with excitement. Until then, the only completely naked girls I had seen were in some nudist magazines one of my friends had filched from his dad. Now, though, not only was I seeing a naked girl, I had her in my arms. Not only was I seeing a real live girl's sex for the first time, I had my fingers in her honeypot as well. My penis may have been hard before, but now it throbbed and jerked with each of my heart beats.

I knew that down below that little nubbin that seemed to be such a pleasure center for Charlie there was hole that led into her body--a hole that was the pleasure pit of her pussy. I longed to have at least my finger inside a girl's pussy so I moved my fingers down, seeking the entrance to Charlie's feminine cavern. My finger found a recess that dipped down and I began to plumb its depths. Yes, it was in fact an opening, and my finger slowly probed into it, going a slow inch by inch into Charlie's hot warmth until it was buried to the knuckle. I slowly extracted the finger, reversing its inward trip and pulling it out. In and out, in and out, I continued to work my finger. As I did so, I put my thumb on top of her sensitive little nubbin and rubbed it in slow little circles. Charlie was humping her hips up against my hand, meeting each of my finger plunges with a reciprocating movement. Charlie was muttering into mouth with each motion, gasping little "Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh's" each time I hit bottom and rubbed against her button.

Charlie's tongue was going wild in my mouth, and she was starting to move her hips in a rotary motion, working the sheath of her pussy around and around my finger. My other hand continued to caress her breasts, moving back and forth between them, giving each equal attention. Suddenly, her stopped all motion, her legs stiffening, her hips hunched up against my hand. "Oh God, Timmy, I'm there! I'm there!" she muttered through clenched teeth.

I could feel the tunnel of Charlie's hot pussy clamp down on my finger, gripping it like a hot fist. She shuddered and gasped, her breath coming in just little pants. She wrapped both arms around me and held me tight, he head on my shoulder, her body quivering and jerking.

She stayed like this for several moments, before gradually relaxing. She let loose of her tight grip and moved away from me. My finger which had been buried deep inside her now was withdrawn, just playing little soft games with her pussy. I could hardly believe how wet her pussy was. She had poured out juices all over my hand and the car seat had a damp spot right under her spread pussy lips. "That was my first come in weeks," Charlie said. "That was soooo gooood. I really needed that."

Charlie dropped her hand down to the inside of my thigh and ran it up and down from my knee to crotch. When she reached the bulge of my throbbing cock, she softly caressed and said, "Poor Baby... so hard. It's time to take care of you now."

Charlie unbuckled my belt and undid the top button of my trousers. "Undo your pants and slide them down out of the way. I have the feeling we're fixing to have us a big mess here real soon," Charlie said. I followed her directions and pushed my pants down to my knees. "Your underwear, too," she said.

As soon as I worked my shorts down over my throbbing penis, it sprang up, quivering and erect. Charlie moved over against me and put her hand on it. She traced her fingertips up and down the shaft, saying, "Yes, really, really hard."

Charlie's hand on my dick brought me unbelievable pleasure. This was the first time that a hand other than my own had touched one of my hard-ons. Maybe it was just mental, but Charlie's touch felt entirely different from my own. Just knowing that it was a girl's hand raised my excitement to levels that no amount of self-love could produce.

The whole head of my penis was now wet and glistened in the dim light from the movie screen. The excitement of seeing Charlie's bare body, of touching her breasts and her pussy, and especially of causing her to shake and convulse in orgasm, had caused it to ooze love juice all out into my shorts. Having her hand on it now made it continue to ooze, flooding the head and dribbling down the shaft. "Oooo, you're nice and wet. I like that," Charlie said as she ran a thumb over the head of my prick, gathering up lubrication and spreading it all down the shaft. "Let's get it even wetter," she said. She spit into the palm of her hand and put that palm down on the crown of my dick and then spread the combined saliva and love juice all over my throbbing shaft, up and down, all the way down to the swatch of hair at its base.

Charlie then cupped her hand around the shaft and began a slow up-and-down movement, gently squeezing and unsqueezing her hand. With each squeeze, more love juice leaked out and provided even greater lubrication. It was sheer rapture, and I couldn't keep from moving my hips up and down. "Ooooohhhh, babieeeee!" I muttered.

"Like that?" Charlie asked.

"Oh, yes! Don't stop, keep it up!" I half grunted.

"A kiss will make it even better," Charlie said, moving her mouth to mine. Her tongue probed into my mouth, and she moved it in and out in time to the motion of her hand. I was near to coming, and my hips started jerking upward in more violent motions. Charlie slowed her movements down and only continued the little squeezes she had been using. I backed down from the peak and my up-and-down hip motions abated. She then started the stroking of my penis again, and I spiraled back up the orgasm heights. Once again she slowed down. I was about to die from the pleasure of it all, the peaking, the backing off, and the repeaking. My balls felt like they were swelled to balloon size from all the waiting, and I felt as if a gallon of come was accumulating ready to fire off like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July.

Soon I was completely beyond any means of deferring the explosion. My hips were bouncing up and down on the seat and I was gasping for breath and continuously moaning in pleasure. Charlie put her other hand under my balls and stroked them gently in time with the action of her stroking of pounding penis. "Oh, God, Charlie! Here it comes!" I almost shouted, shoving my hips completely off the seat. She took the hand that had been stroking my balls and put its palm on top of my penis and gently swirled it around the slick wetness of the head. The hand cupped over it and now both her hands were stroking my rigid dick, one below and one on top. Its full length was grasped and squeezed by her hands and the pleasure was simply too much to endure. At long last, I came.

Not just a come--I came like I had never before experienced. A jet of white sperm flew up and hit the headliner of the car. Another hit the steering wheel. Two globs landed on Charlie's white breasts, and her hands were drenched in a flowing torrent of sperm. It had felt like a gallon was accumulating, and from the flow all over the place, the estimate wasn't far off.

Charlie kept right on stroking, her hands now even more lubricated than before, and my dick stayed rigid. It still felt good even though I had just the strongest orgasm of my entire life. I put my lips back to Charlie's and kissed her long and hard. Breaking away, I said, "God, Charlie, I've never come like that before in my entire life. God, that was good."

Charlie smiled and said, "I aim to please." Taking a hand and smearing the blobs of come that had fallen on her breasts, she added, "You aim pretty good yourself."

She leaned up against me and took my hand and put in down to her pussy. "Doing you got me all hot and bothered again. Want to do me again?" Of course, I did her again. And she came even harder the second time than the first. And while I was doing her, she was doing me. I shot my second load just seconds after she came. The mess wasn't as big this time as the first, but it still felt just as good.

After getting off two times, we just sat there enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms, gently playing with each other, not really serious about getting off. Suddenly, the credits started scrolling across the movie screen and we knew the lights would soon be coming on. Laughing like maniacs, we scrambled to get our clothes up and arranged so we would be presentable when the parking lot lights came on. We barely made it in time.

Just before we got to Charlie's house, she reached into her purse and pulled out her panties. "Almost forgot these," she said laughing and putting them on. She gave a good view of her pussy as she pulled the panties on, and believe it or not, I got hard all over again. Charlie reached out and patted the bulge and said, "I'm glad we have a date Tuesday. Keep that for me until then."

I could hardly believe my good fortune. For the first time in my life I had held an almost-naked girl in my arms, had played with her bare breasts, and had had my hand on girl's pussy. Even more than that, I had finger-fucked her to a gasping, panting orgasm. She had given me a hand-job, too, and I had come like Buster's gang, going off like a skyrocket, not just once, but twice. I was practically quivering in anticipation of my next date with Charlie, the girl who had favored me in these ways.

When Charlie left me at the end of our first date, she had patted my hard-on and asked me to keep it until our next date. That meant four long days to go. Even though I was staying in a state of perpetual horniness and urgently wanted to beat my meat to a pulp, I was determined to hold out until our date on Tuesday night. If our last date was any foretaste of what was to come, the waiting would be worth the agony I was going through.

Our date on Tuesday night was to a high school play put on by the Drama Department. Ordinarily, I would have been interested in the play, but just being with Charlie took precedent over any such interest. My interest now was centered on Charlie and what we might do after the play was over.

Since Charlie and I lived in the same neighborhood only about eight blocks from the school, we decided to walk to the play. It was a pleasant spring evening, with the temperature in the seventies, and walking would be fun. Besides, I knew all the hiding spots in the area, places where we might go and be alone and out of sight, and I had hopes of steering Charlie to one of those.

Charlie and I held hands as we walked, and sometimes we had our arms around each other's waist. We had started early and pretty much lollygagged along the way, stopping on occasions to lean against a tree or fence and kiss. On those occasions I would cop a quick feel of her breasts. Not obvious, mind you, so that passersby might be offended, but enough to get both of us hot and fully aroused. One time when we were leaning against a tree, I put my hands on her buttocks and squeezed them, pulling her against my now-hard prick. "Hard already, huh?" Charlie laughed, when she felt the bulge in my pants prod against her.

"No, still that way," I answered. "When you left me Saturday night you told me to keep it until now, and I've done just that." That made Charlie laugh and put a smile of delight on her face.

We finally made it to school, and I even managed to control my hard-on enough that it wasn't too obvious. We sat in the auditorium and held hands during the play's presentation. Every now and then I would shift around and sometimes "accidently" lightly brush my arm across the tips of Charlie's breast. Each time I did it, the look she gave me said: You're not fooling me, I know what you're doing, and I don't mind. Just don't get too carried away, though, there are parents sitting all around us.

The school play was finally over, and I was eager for the Timmy-- Charlie play to begin. It was dark now and we could hold each other a little more intimately than we could while it was still light. I put my arm around her and dropped it down to her bottom and caressed the firm globes of her ass. She squeezed me tight when I did this, letting me know that she approved of this attention.

After we had walked about a block, we came to a dark corner and stopped and kissed long and deep, our tongues exploring each other's mouth. She pressed her whole body against mine, from thigh to mouth and squirmed in a motion that rubbed herself against me like a cat rubbing against someone's leg. When we finally broke the kiss, Charlie said, "Let's find some place that's nice and dark and secluded."

"I know just the place," I said. And indeed, I did know. I had explored the local neighborhood park and marked it as a place to take Charlie if the chance arose. The park was open only during the summer, but the porch of its clubhouse remained available year-round. The porch was covered and had several benches. Most important, there wasn't a light within a block of the place. It was an ideal place for lovers--even if someone walked through the park, they wouldn't be able to see into the darkness of the porch and discover us. I had been dreaming for the past four days about taking Charlie there, and now that dream was coming true. And to make it even better, not only was I taking Charlie where I had hoped to take her, but I was taking her there because she was asking me to. I took her hand and led her to this lover's haven.

In the darkness of the porch, I embraced Charlie, holding her tightly to me, and kissed her with a deep French kiss. She responded by giving me her tongue freely and actively. I dropped my hands below her waist and cupped her buttocks in my hands, gently squeezing them and loving them with my hands. Charlie pressed even closer to me, pushing her groin up against the hard bulge of my throbbing manhood. She broke the kiss and whispered, "You're even harder now than before, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am. You make me so hot I can hardly stand it," I replied.

"You're not the only one," she laughed, putting her lips back to mine and sending her tongue snaking into my mouth. As my hands continued to caress her hard little ass, I wanted to feel more of it, to feel the bare smooth skin of her buttocks. Slowly, I pulled her skirt up to where I could feel the silky fabric of her panties. They made the globes of her ass feel smooth and satiny, but I knew the skin would feel even better. Moving my hands upward, I found the top of the silken fabric and moved under them, running my fingers across the baby-smooth skin. I didn't have a chance to feel Charlie's ass the time before, and I was thrilled by having my hands down a girl's panties and playing with her ass.

I ran my hands down the valley that separated the two upthrust mounds of Charlie's buttocks, delving down to the hidden depths of her secret places. I moved a finger underneath her and found the hot, slick core of her sex. She was wet already, and the area between her thighs was slippery with her warm girl juices. Charlie squirmed her ass and moaned as I gently caressed her nether opening. "You're starting to make my legs get weak," Charlie whispered. "Let's sit down."

We sat down on the bench and immediately went back into our embrace, our mouths and tongues hungrily seeking the other's. I was learning from Charlie just how erogenous the mouth and tongue were and was growing to love the intimacy of the deep French kiss. With Charlie, kissing was a real art form, and I was becoming a connoisseur.