Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, First, Oral Sex, Slow, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - David goes to the Academy to prep for college, but he finds a different kind of education off-campus. Allison is a towny with a secret. Together they figure out how to grow up.
I was in Fuzzy's Bar & Grill waiting for my pizza, which I did most Wednesday afternoons. Fuzzy's was pretty dark, but it was close to my dorm, had food that was remarkably different from dining hall food (it tasted almost good), and it had Asteroids and Missile Command next to each other in a niche next to the kitchen.
They served beer, but Academy students like me weren't allowed to drink. So while I waited I was trying to win a bonus spaceship while playing Asteroids. I was not very good, but I was better at Asteroids than I was at Missile Command.
On this particular Wednesday, Dougie walked in. I didn't know Dougie at all, but I remembered him from before. He was pretty memorable because he was pretty disgusting. He was a construction worker, and was always dirty, and always crude. He had a thing for one of the waitresses.
He walked back to the back of the bar and called through the doorway for "Janey".
"Git her out here - I want to talk to her," he yelled back to the waitresses in the kitchen. After a few seconds, a waitress came out, looked at Dougie, and grimaced.
"What the hell are you doing in here, Dougie? You know I don't want to talk to you, and you know you're not supposed to bother me while I'm working."
All this was going on, in loud voices, right behind my back as I played Asteroids.
"I just wanted to see you a bit, Janey. You sure are pretty. I was thinking about you, and I know you were thinking about me." You could hear Dougie leer, even without looking at him.
One of the small spaceships nailed mine, and my game was over. 4020 - not a bad score for me. I turned around to see Dougie, his face contorted into a smile, Janey looking down at him from the kitchen doorway, and one or two other waitresses peering over her shoulder. Dougie grabbed his crotch, then lifted his right hand to his face. His fingers were in a vee, and he put them up against his mouth. An impossibly long tongue reached out between his fingers and licked up and down lewdly.
I'm sure I blushed. I was naive, but I wasn't so naive that I didn't recognize this as a gross imitation of cunnilingus, something I knew all about from four years of reading Penthouse Forum letters. Penthouse seemed to be on a mission to convince all men that the secret way into a woman's heart was tongue-first through her pussy.
Janey clearly got his point, as did the other waitresses behind her, and the people sitting in the table by the window. Everyone blanched.
I still have no idea why I did what I did next. Maybe I was growing up. I walked the five feet forward so that I was between Dougie and Janey, and turned towards him. I was taller than Dougie, but he outweighed me by at least 50 pounds. His arms were about as big around as my thighs.
"Dougie," I said, looking him in the eye, "you're disgusting, and you're bothering the customers. And I really don't think you'll get into Janey's pants after a stunt like that. Why don't you just get out of here like the she asked?"
"What's it to you, Brat?" he spat at me. "You step outside, and I'll pound you, you pussy." "Brat" was what all the townies called us - Academy Brats. And they hated our guts.
"Doug, everyone's heard your threats. If you kill me, they'll know who to fry. So just get lost instead, OK?" The manager was pushing his way out of the kitchen and was nearly to my elbow. Dougie glowered at me for a minute, then called out to Janey.
"How about Saturday night then, just you and me, baby." He didn't wait for an answer, but just turned and walked out. I shrugged and went over to play Missile Command. The waitresses got back to their tables and their orders and the manager went muttering up to the front door to make sure Dougie had actually left.
Janey came over to me looking cross. "What the hell were you doing? I can take care of myself - I don't need some fucking preppy kid to bail me out. Anyway, he's mostly harmless. Just mind your own fucking business."
I looked up at her from my game. "He's a disgusting pig, and that licking thing made me sick. Besides, there's a family with kids at the table over by the window. None of us need Dougie's shit. I didn't do it for you."
I turned back to my game, but it was too late. My inattention had allowed all of my bases to be hit. Game Over. Janey had gone back to the kitchen.
I contemplated playing another game, but I heard "Order Up" called from the kitchen. Allison, the waitress I'd ordered from, dashed back, coming out a moment later with my small Supreme pizza, a plate, and a coke. "I'm taking my break, Joe," she called over her shoulder as she left the kitchen.
Allison brought it over to the table I always ate at, right next to Asteroids. I smiled at her, and went to sit down. She surprised me by sitting in the other chair.
I took a slice and took a bite while Allison watched.
"Thanks for saying what you did to Dougie. We all think he's sick; we don't know why Janey gives him the time of day," she said quietly to me as I took a bite.
I chewed in silence, and then took a sip of my coke.
"Well, his tongue is obscenely long. It reminded me of that guy from Kiss - Gene Simmons? Maybe she likes it..." I let my voice trail off in a suggestive fashion. Allison shuddered.
"I don't even want to think about it," Allison said, seriously. Then we both broke out laughing.
"So what's your name?" she asked.
"David -- David Treadstone. And you're Allison..."
"McCreevy," she finished for me. "You go to the Academy, huh?" It wasn't much of a question, since the answer was obvious from my clothes. I just nodded.
"You a senior?" Again, not much of a question. Only seniors could go to Fuzzy's. I nodded again.
"You eighteen?" Again, not much of a question. But this time I had a real answer.
"Actually, I'm 19. I'm a PG - post-graduate - I already graduated from high school, but I'm doing one year at the Academy to get me ready for college. My high school wasn't very good."
"Oh." She paused, then added, "I'm 19 too." I swear she blushed, though why, I couldn't figure. "Is PG common?" she asked after a while.
"Nah - most PG seniors do it for athletics - my roommate is PG so he can play one more year of high school football. If there weren't guys like him, the Academy team would really suck. I'm kind of unusual in that I'm here for the classes instead.
"Are you really smart then?" she asked. Another not much of a question. Maybe Allison was as clueless around the opposite sex as I was.
"I guess you kind of have to be to get into Academy," I said, trying to make it sound like I wasn't bragging. I actually didn't know if I was smart or not. My high school was so lame, I bet Dougie could have made the Honor Roll.
Allison looked down at the table. "I did pretty well in school too, but I had to go to the town high school, and I can't afford to go to college." She sounded wistful.
"Well, you're earning money now, aren't you? And there are scholarships and all, and some schools don't cost too much..." It was a pretty lame encouragement on my part. I had no idea how difficult it could be if you weren't one of the elite. "I guess," was all Allison said.
She glanced at her watch and told me she had to go back to work, and she disappeared back into the kitchen. I finished my pizza and coke, and as I left, I heard Allison call out goodbye. I looked back and saw her standing in the kitchen doorway smiling. I smiled back and waved, then left.
The next morning, in the shower, as I masturbated, I tried to remember what she looked like. Long, brown hair, big eyes, a bit of chubbiness to her, but in a good way. I couldn't remember if she had nice tits or not - the uniforms they wore at Fuzzy's weren't terribly revealing. A nice smile and a nice laugh. I imagined myself kissing her lips. It was tough to imagine as I'd never kissed a girl before. The thought, though, sent me over the edge, and my load was swept down the drain with the soapy water.
The next Wednesday, Allison took her break right after I ordered my pizza and she stood next to me while I played Asteroids. It was difficult to play, since I was trying to talk with her and trying to impress her with my game skill at the same time. My third ship pretty quickly got exploded into the tiny line segments; I'd dodged left when I should have dodged right.
"You want to play?" I asked, holding up a quarter.
"OK," she said, "but I haven't played much. I'm not very good."
I watched over her shoulder, calling "watch out" a few times to alert her of dangers. I kind of coached her a bit, but even so, she didn't last long. I pulled my last quarter out of my pocket. "Try one more time," I told her. "And this time, I'll hit the hyperspace button if you're about to die." That certainly made it interesting, since I had to reach my arm over to press the button, and this put us very close together. We were both watching the action on the screen, but I could smell the scent of her hair, and feel her side pressing into my arm. She cleared most of the first screenfull of asteroids, and hit the larger spaceship that beeped across the screen. But the last stray shot from the spaceship was headed straight towards her ship, and Allison didn't know what to do. "Oh shit," she exclaimed, but before she was hit, I pushed hyperspace.
"Ack, where am I?" she asked, and I pointed to the bottom left of the screen. She quickly moved back to the center, and cleaned up the last two asteroids on that level. We were both giggling. Level 2 is harder, though, and she quickly was about to get squished between two asteroids. I tried pushing hyperspace, but she rematerialized in a bad spot and was toast before we knew it. The first of the little, nasty, spaceships appeared as she cleared the second level, and nailed her with the first shot before either of us could react. Oh well. Down to her last chance. But another little spaceship shot her right as her last ship reappeared, and the game was over.
Since I was out of quarters, we sat down at the table, still replaying the game to each other. "That was fun," Allison said, finally.
"So, how come you're only here on Wednesdays?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Academy schedule," I told her. "We have classes Monday through Saturday, but Wednesday and Saturday are only half-days. So I have Wednesday afternoons free."
"Six days a week?" she asked incredulously. "That's pretty nasty."
"Yup - 8:00 a.m. 'til 4:00 p.m., but we get out at noon Wednesdays and Saturdays. We have to be back in our dorms at 9:00 p.m. every night except Friday, which is 10, and Saturday, which is 11. And of course there's so much homework that there's usually no time to do anything else."
"Wow - must be a change for you from public high," she mused.
"No kidding. I had a car, and I could drink, I had hardly any homework, and I could have dated, if I'd had a girlfriend. Here, I'm not allowed to drink, I'm not supposed to drive, there's piles of homework, and they're really ridiculous about sex - no visiting each other's dorm rooms, not even just to do homework, and absolutely no PDA on Academy grounds."
"PDA?" she asked, unfamiliar with the term.
"Public Displays of Affection," I told her.
"Oh, like this?" she asked, then leaned over and kissed me on the lips!
She pulled back a bit, looking me in the eyes, perhaps unsure if she'd been too forward.
I gave her a timid smile, and I could feel myself blushing. "Yeah - like that."
Allison burst out giggling.
"Whaaat?" I asked, feeling somewhat defensive.
"Sorry - the look on your face. You look like you've never been kissed before." She was still giggling. I said nothing, but I could feel my face flushing even harder.
She suddenly got serious. "Ohmygod - you haven't, have you?"
Unsure of how to respond, I finally just shrugged.
"Sorry," she whispered, leaning close to me. "You deserve a better kiss for your first one." And she leaned forward and kissed me softly and sweetly, and for far longer than just a quick peck. It felt absolutely wonderful.
As she pulled back, Janey's voice called out rather harshly, "Allison, Joe says your break was over five minutes ago, and to get your butt back to work already. Oh - and loverboy's pizza's done." Janey came over and said a bit quieter, "and if he sees you kissing in here, he'll fire you for sure, so watch out."
Allison squeezed my hand and said, "I'd better get you your pizza and coke," and she got up and disappeared into the kitchen. Soon after, I could hear Joe yelling in the back, probably at her. Shit. A moment later, she came out with my food and put it on my table with a rather nervous smile. "Talk to you later," she whispered to me before heading over to wait on another table.
I ate my pizza almost mechanically, while watching Allison work. It's funny how attractive she looked, now that I was really looking at her. She had a beautiful face, pretty hair, a nicely shaped butt (OK - classically speaking, it was too big, but it still looked nice), and an adorable way of moving around. She was cute, I decided. Very cute. Very... everything. God, I wanted to kiss her again!
Allison managed to be working the register when I came up to pay, but she acted very professional, asking me how my meal was, and everything. But her eyes were twinkling.
"Allison, um, do you want to go on a bike ride with me Saturday?" I managed to ask as she handed me my change. I couldn't believe I'd gotten up the nerve to ask. Perhaps being kissed changes a guy.
"I can't do Saturday - I'm working here. What about Sunday?" she countered.
"OK - meet you here at 10?"
"OK", she replied with a big smile. "I'll bring lunch. Bye, David."
"Bye Allison. See you Sunday."