Chapter 23: Senior High School

Senior High School

Lessons Learned

Late January, 1975

My lips were so close to Cathy’s; I could feel her breath on me. Her eyes looked directly into mine, and I felt a huge yearning. I was about to pull her to me, letting my lips lock on hers, wanting to feel her tongue against mine, when I stopped myself, realising what was happening.

“Think, William Morris, use your head, don’t blindly rush in!” I heard a voice in my head. “Don’t you remember what you told yourself, what you told Lori? You know what will happen if you give in to your desires, it won’t work!”

With a huge effort, I pushed Cathy away, and took my arms from her shoulders, and looked out to the ocean. I let myself calm down, breathing deeply and slowly, collecting my thoughts.

“What is it?” she asked me. “Don’t you ... don’t you want me? I guess I can understand that, I hurt you so much, and I don’t deserve to get you back.”

I looked back at her; tears were streaming down her cheeks. She brushed them away with the back of her hand, and started to stand up.

“No, wait, let me explain,” I said, pulling her back down next to me.

“It’s not that I don’t want you, or anything like that,” I continued. “Now, let me explain, I guess I’ve done a lot of thinking in the last few months – not that I sometimes listen to my thoughts, but still. After we split up, and I went off on my own – ignoring everyone for a few weeks, and then Lori spent a day telling me things – things I really didn’t want to hear, but things that I needed to hear. Basically, how I was cutting everyone out of my life, and also how you felt about me before you went away.

“She told me stuff about the opposite of love, and other things, was indifference, and that was how I had been treating you, what with everything I was doing in my life, you were feeling ignored, as if I was losing interest in you, and you weren’t the most important thing in my life. Which was true, of course. As well, she said you were also guilty of that, to a certain degree. Well, I don’t know how to balance everything – school, music, and still have the time for you – the time that we would need for each other.

“Somehow, I haven’t worked that out, I mean, the first few months, we had really not much else taking up time, and we spent almost all the time together. But that changed, once we were back at school. And, if we get back together now, well, I’m scared the same thing will happen; that we will start to forget about each other, become indifferent.

“And maybe this time, I would be the one to really hurt you, and I don’t want to do that. That’s why I want to keep things as friends – good friends, best friends. But I don’t want to drift back in love with you ... no, that’s not the right way to say it. I don’t want us to hurt each other again, not until we think we are ready to commit to each other, when we can make sure we have the time, and not let other things take over.”

“Oh, is that it?” she said, sniffling. “I thought that maybe, you decided you wanted someone else, not me. And you were committed to them, Lori, or Janelle, and, well, you had already...”

“Already made love?” I completed her question for her.

She nodded, and wiped more tears away.

“No. There’s no one I have committed to, or made love to, either,” I said.

“I guess this sounds hypocritical, considering I was prepared to have sex with Russell, but somehow, the thought of you having sex with someone else, not me,” she said. “I mean, I don’t have the right to tell you, or ask you not to, but if you had, well, I would be really, really sad...”

“I know, and I felt exactly the same about you having sex with someone else,” I said. “I had resigned myself to the fact that you probably would have spent most of your time up there having sex. And I put that out of my mind, not wanting to think about it. But, well, there were several times in the last month or two when I could have, but somehow, it just didn’t seem right, and, well, I’m still a virgin.”

“Maybe, then, we might still...” she asked. “Lose our virginity together, I mean.”

“Cathy, I can’t promise anything, I mean, let’s just concentrate on being best friends again,” I replied. “We almost lost that last year, didn’t we?”

“Yes, we did,” she replied. “So, even if we aren’t lovers, are we still friends? Best friends?”

“I hope so, Cathy,” I replied. “Now, I need to get back home, Mum and the others are getting back tonight, and I should make sure things are in order. Do you want to lift home?”

“No, I want to walk back, maybe spend some time thinking,” she said. “I understand why you don’t want to get back together; maybe we can work on that. And thanks for being so understanding.”

I stood up, and helped her to her feet. We walked back to where I had parked, and as I was about to get in, she kissed my cheek.

“I miss kissing you,” she said. “I’ll see you on Wednesday, at school?”

I kissed her cheek, and held her hand.

“Until Wednesday,” I replied.

When I got home, I brought the washing in, folded the sheets and towels, and made my bed. I set the Rhodes and amp back up in my room, and made sure the bathroom was clean, and vacuumed the family room.

Just as well I did clean the family room – there was a slight stain on the carpet, probably from Megan and me the previous afternoon. It was hard to make out, but I gave it a quick clean, and ran the vacuum over it until it was dry. I smiled wryly to myself thinking of ways I could have tried to explain that one.

My mother arrived home about six pm, with my brother and sister. They were all tired from the long drive back, so I helped unload the car, and offered to cook dinner for them. While my mother helped my brother and sister unpack their things, I made toast and scrambled eggs for everyone, and my mother was pleasantly surprised that they were not just merely edible, but tasty as well.

After she had put my brother and sister to bed, she came back out to the kitchen, where I had just finished doing the dishes.

“Having to cook for yourself for those few weeks seems to have worked,” she said. “So, how was your time here? What did you do?”

I told her about some of the things I had done, going swimming with Lori and Janelle, and all of the rehearsals with Megan – but not the ‘other activities’ Megan and I had done. I told her about Janelle’s vacation job at the clinic, and how she seemed to delight in describing some of the things in great detail, much to my discomfort.

“You’re just as bad as your father is,” she laughed. “So, did you and Lori take her boat out overnight?” she asked.

How did she know about that? And if she knew about us taking the boat out overnight, what else did she know? There wasn’t any point trying to deny things, I realised.

“Yes, we spent a few days up the river, the other side of West Head,” I said. “And three days on the harbour, too.”

“So, are you two going steady?” she asked. “And was it just the two of you, alone on the boat? You didn’t...” she started to say.

“No, Mum, we didn’t have sex, if that’s what you are worried about,” I replied. “And, well, we were going steady, at least for a short while, but, well, we decided that with school about to start, and all of the stuff with that, study, Lori’s sailing, and me playing at the Mirage, we felt that, well, it was all going to be too much.”

“Oh, that’s a shame you two called it off,” she said. “She’s a really nice girl, Lori, and her parents are nice, too. You didn’t have a big fight about anything, did you?”

Are mothers psychic, I thought to myself. What do I tell her?

“No, we’re fine, really, Mum,” I said. “We just felt that things were getting too, I don’t know, maybe too complicated, too involved, and we just wanted to keep it as friends.”

“Well, I can understand that, not wanting to rush,” she replied. “But don’t let things slip past you, either. And there’s never going to be a stage in your life when you think you don’t have other pressures. Once you start Uni, that will be even more pressure on you, I remember when your father and I started dating, and he was still at Uni. You learn to make time for each other, even if it is just being together while you study, or things like that.”

“Ok, Mum, I’ll remember. Anyway, she asked if I could go out sailing with her next Sunday, racing,” I said.

“I can’t see why not, you shouldn’t have too much school work then,” she said. “When do you have to let her know?”

“Oh, later this week,” I replied. “Her father won’t be able to go, so they need a third person on the boat. Not sure why she wants me, though, I’m not much use sailing.”

“I’m sure she has her reasons, Will,” my mother said. “I’m sure she does.”

As I went off to my room, I shook my head. I was sure my mother – and Lori’s parents – were trying to match us up, to set us up together. And it almost worked, too; if I hadn’t been so bull-headed, and flew off the handle about a pretty minor issue.

I spent the next morning getting things ready for the start of the school year; cleaning up my room, putting all of last year’s notes and books in the top of my cupboard, organizing my clothes, and other boring stuff. Fortunately, Garry rang me up just before lunchtime, and invited himself around for a swim.

We spent the afternoon lazing around the pool, and I quizzed him on how his holiday went, with Sarah with his family.

“Mate, you haven’t had sex, until you have had it with a hot woman, waist deep in the ocean,” he said. “Unless it is having sex with her in a small boat, in the middle of a creek, surrounded by trees.”

“So, you and Sarah are still...” I started to say.

“Mate, every day, several times, most days,” he said. “Even during ‘that time of the month’, she still wanted it. I need a holiday from my holiday now, it’s a wonder I have any dick left!”

“Sounds pretty great,” I said.

“Yeah, but the only problem, Sarah can’t have silence around her,” he continued. “You know, sometimes when you are lying on the beach, or by a river, it’s nice to just enjoy the quietness, hearing the sounds of the ocean, or the birds, just enjoying nature. Well, she has to talk, all the time. It was like she was scared her mouth would freeze up if it stopped moving.”

“Uh huh,” I grunted in acknowledgement. At least both Cathy and Lori weren’t like that.

“Even when we were fishing, and you need to be quiet not to scare the fish away, she would babble on,” Garry continued. “And when I finally told her that there was no point in us trying to catch fish unless she could keep quiet, she got upset. At least until later that morning, when she got horny again.”

“I wonder what David got up to in Brisbane?” I pondered. “And if any mention of it will get back to Merry?”

“I spoke to him last night,” Garry replied. “Two of them, both with big tits, he said. I think, unless Merry has somehow grown there over the summer, he might drop her. He said these two were just as big as Gina, and he discovered some new ways to enjoy large, soft tits.”

“Typical David,” I said. “He always goes for quantity, doesn’t he?”

“He sure does,” Garry replied. “And what about you - did you and Lori get it on? You had the ideal opportunity, both yours and her parents away, were you at her place, or was she here all the time?”

I swallowed hard, before answering.

“No, mate, nothing like that at all, Lori and I are just good friends, nothing more than that,” I said.

“Bullshit, you can tell me,” he replied, not believing me.

“No, I’m not bullshitting you,” I said, looking seriously at him. “We both want things to stay as friends.”

“Well, that surprised me, fair dinkum, Will,” he said. “I would have thought by now you two would have realised things. Don’t wait forever, Mate, she’s one in a million, that girl, and if you miss your chance, well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. You can’t spend the rest of your life being ‘just friends’, you know, you have to make that plunge sometime.”

“Yeah, I know, we both know,” I said. “But I’d rather not talk about it at the moment, okay?”

“All right, I’ll drop it, but I bet there’s more to it than you’re telling me,” he said.

To his credit, Garry didn’t push it further, neither did he continue to go on about his time with Sarah on holidays; we just speculated about what the coming final year of school would be like.

After dinner, I played the piano for a while, and then had an early night. As I lay in bed, I wondered what might have happed had things worked out differently with Lori and myself, and how I would have told Cathy.

The first day back at school was slightly chaotic, getting our new class timetables, catching up with people we hadn’t seen for six or more weeks, hearing our teachers tell us ‘this is where the hard work really starts’. Our classes were pretty much the same as last year, we kept the same teachers, and there weren’t many changes to the timetable.

Somehow, in the classes we shared, Cathy decided to sit next to me again, without even commenting, and it felt good that she was there. The only other real change was Tuesday afternoon sports – those of us who weren’t in any of the representative teams had the option of doing extra study and classes. Mr. Thomas had extra lessons for Megan and I; we were his two “star musicians”, so he said that he would work with us, coaching us for our Conservatorium exams, and additional work so we could aim for a level one pass at the end of the year.

Our group had taken over an area in the “senior’s only” section of the grounds, which was a large grassed area, with several large gum trees, in the front corner of the school. Some of us found two wooden benches, which we placed under the largest of the trees, and we would sit there when there weren’t classes. At the start of Friday lunchtime, David, Garry, Peter and I were sitting there; none of the others had arrived yet, and David started to tell us about his experiences up in Brisbane.

“Ever had two completely randy chicks on you at the one time?” David was saying. “I was fucking one, and the other was straddling my face, they were both soaking wet, I can tell you. And their tits – big and soft, you have never felt anything like fucking a chick between her tits,” he continued, when Garry nudged his shoulder, pointing towards the main part of the grounds.

Some of the others arrived – including Merry, now that she was in fifth form, she could join us in the seniors only area. I was sure David would not want her to know an inkling of what he had got up to. Knowing her temper, had she heard what David had said, he would be a dead man – or at least seriously hurt – if she discovered there were even one large breasted girl, let alone two.

“What are you lot talking about, it must have been pretty exciting from David’s arm movements?” Merry asked us.

“Oh, not much,” Peter replied. “David was telling some bullshit stories about fishing and the ones he almost caught up in the bay at Brisbane. And some crap about catching ‘muddies’ – crabs, showing us how he would hold them down, and tie a cord around their nippers so they wouldn’t bite him on the bum.”

“That’s not BS,” Cathy replied. “He did go out fishing with some of the others, and came back with some good fish and a bunch of crabs; although I don’t know how many he actually caught himself.”

Well saved Peter, I thought to myself. David just can’t help boasting, it will get him in trouble if he doesn’t watch his mouth. Although some of the coarseness of Roger’s relatives must have rubbed off on him, I hadn’t recalled him being quite that graphic before.

The conversations quickly changed to plans for the weekend, and I took the opportunity to tell Lori that I would be able to go sailing with her on Sunday.

“Oh, I had assumed you probably wouldn’t want to, not now, with Cathy,” she said softly. “You didn’t really turn her down, did you? That’s what she told me, but...”

“I don’t know what she told you,” I replied, “but we aren’t back together. Now, you will have to promise me that even if I stuff things up sailing, you won’t yell at me, okay?”

“I won’t yell,” she said. “And thanks, too.”

Just after lunch on Saturday, I picked up Megan on the way to our rehearsal, as usual.

“You don’t have to go straight home after the gig, do you?” she asked. “I mean, it might be a nice evening up on the headland for a short while.”

I just smiled, and reached over to squeeze her leg. Megan took my hand, and pressed it to her crotch, underneath her skirt.

“Later?” she said, and I nodded.

During the rehearsal, we tweaked some of the numbers Megan was to perform. We decided that she shouldn’t appear in her long, black dress until she actually started her first vocal set, halfway through the evening, which would open with “Fever”. We changed the order slightly of the numbers in the final set; everyone else said finishing with “Unforgettable” was perfect, but some of the other songs were moved around to give a better flow.

We decided to cut things short, since we felt everything seemed to be going well, and Megan and I got up to the Mirage around 4pm, and set up my equipment.

Megan pulled a music book from her bag, and set it up on the Rhodes.

“My Fair Lady,” she said. “This is what Mr Thomas was talking about, the ‘modern’ musical that we will be studying over the next few weeks.”

I flicked open the book, and started to play one of the tunes – “Wouldn’t it be loverly”. Megan sang along, sitting next to me on the bench. I missed a few notes, and Megan didn’t quite get the tune right, but it was fun playing. We followed that up with “The Rain in Spain”, singing together, and I finished with “On the Street Where You Live.”

Our performance wouldn’t have won any awards, but for a first attempt, with me sight-reading, it wasn’t too bad – and a lot of fun. More than once, we had to stop playing as we were laughing too hard, either at Megan’s attempt to imitate Eliza Doolittle’s cockney accent, or us missing the timing.

“Come on, let’s have our shower and get ready, before the others arrive,” Megan said.

We headed back to the dressing rooms, and locked the door behind us, just in case the others arrived earlier than expected. I pulled Megan’s tee shirt over her head, while she unbuttoned my shirt. She rubbed her hands against my chest, while I reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

Megan’s nipples were already hard and erect, and with her bra pulled free, she brushed them against my chest, rubbing them over my own smaller nipples. I moved my hands lower, cupping her backside, and started to rub her buttocks inside her skirt. Megan pressed her groin to me, and moved her legs apart slightly, allowing my hand to slide around further, rubbing between her thighs.

Megan sighed softly, and pulled away from me. She unbuttoned her skirt, sliding it down her legs, and tossed it to one side of the room. I reached forward, and pulled her panties down, kissing her stomach just above her pubic hair, and then kissing right above her cleft. She held my head against her for a few seconds, then pulled me up, and undid my jeans.

“You’ll have to be careful today, though,” she said. “It’s right in the middle of my cycle, probably the most fertile day possible.”

“I’ll be careful, we don’t want things to go wrong, not after you getting the pill and all that,” I said. “I guess it’s probably a few more weeks until you are safe on it?”

“Six weeks, maybe a bit more,” she said, as she pulled my undies off. “I start taking them after my next period, maybe two and a bit weeks, but I’m not protected until after the first month.”

I nodded, shivering as Megan stroked my erect prick.

“If only we had gone to the clinic a week or so earlier, then I could have started taking them right away,” she continued. “My last period finished just before we began rehearsing together. Oh well, it can’t be helped, I guess.”

“Now you sit back there for a bit,” I said, guiding Megan to the bench. “I might have something nice for you.”

“Oh, please, that sounds wonderful,” she said, sitting with her legs wide apart.

I knelt between her legs, first kissing and sucking her erect nipples, drawing each breast slowly into my mouth, sucking and squeezing them with my lips, as if I was suckling her milk. Megan lent back against the wall and moaned softly, moving her fingers through my hair.

“God, that’s so good,” she sighed. “It’s like you are trying to suckle from me, like I had my own milk for you.”

When I had finished with her breasts, I placed a trail of kisses down her stomach, until my mouth was just above her pussy. I pulled her backside forward slightly, so she was sitting right on the edge of the bench, and started licking around her wet pussy. She was already quite wet, and I pushed my tongue between her swollen lips, tasting her sweet juices.

“God, I’d love to be able to see you doing that,” she sighed. “To see your tongue and fingers on me there.”

I raised my head, and slid my fingers around her, touching her swollen clitoris.

“I wonder how we could do that?” I asked.

“Um, I don’t know ... Wait a minute, in my bag, there’s a pink toilet bag, and I have my hand mirror in there,” she said.

I went over to her bag, and found her mirror, and knelt back down in front of her.

“Now, hold it in front of me,” she instructed. “Closer, a bit to the right, no, left, now tilt it up slightly. A bit more, more, no, back a bit, that’s it! I can see my pussy, all wet and open!”

With my other hand, I started to slide a finger around her pussy; first, around the outside of her lips, then pushing it between them, spreading them right apart.

“Oh, God, I can see right into my opening, inside my cunt,” she gasped. “I never realised it was that darker red colour there. Can you touch inside me, so I can see your finger enter me?”

I moved my finger below her pussy, and pushed the tip slowly inside her, feeling the extra wetness and heat just inside her vagina. I slowly moved the tip in and out, seeing her juices start to coat it.

“Oh, seeing you doing that makes it even more intense,” she sighed. “Is that my clit, all red and swollen?”

I nodded, and moved my wet fingertip to it, rubbing around it, and then sliding my finger between her inner lips, along her smooth, wet slit. As my finger spread her inner lips wider, I could see the darker indentation of her pee hole, just above her open vagina.

“Can you move the mirror closer?” she asked. “And touch me just there, above my cunt, is that my pee hole? When you touch there, it makes me tingle all over, it’s so good.”

I continued rubbing her, short strokes from her pee hole up and around her clitoris, spreading her juices around her pussy. I could hear her breathing getting faster and more ragged as she was getting closer to coming, and I pressed my finger harder against her clitoris. I tried to keep the mirror in position, so Megan could watch me making her come, assuming she was still looking down. I could see her vagina start to open and close, like it was twitching, and then Megan groaned loudly.

“Oh, yes, that’s it,” she cried out. “Oh, keep touching there, rub me!”

As I rubbed around her clitoris, I could see a little trickle of pee appear from her; a few tiny squirts that came from her pee hole, and flowed down her pussy, dripping on the floor in front of me.

“Mmmm, that was lovely,” she said, once she had finished. “I had never seen it that way, not like that.”

“I hope I kept the mirror in the right position,” I said. “I wasn’t sure if you could still see.”

“Oh, I could see, it was such a turn on,” she replied. “We will have to work out a way I can see everything when we have sex; I want to see your prick sliding in and out of me, as close as possible.”

“What about my tongue sliding along there?” I asked, and I put the mirror down, and pushed my face against her wet pussy.

“Oh, yes, you can do that any time,” she sighed, and leant back against the wall, and closed her eyes.

I lapped firmly along her pussy, tasting her sweet wetness as my tongue swirled around her swollen clit. Reaching under my chin, I slid a finger inside her, moving that in and out, curving it upwards to press against the walls of her vagina. I could hear Megan moaning softly, and I could see her hands on her breasts, massaging and caressing them; rubbing her fingers around her erect nipples.

Her moans were getting louder, and I pressed my tongue harder to her clitoris. I could feel her wetness on my cheeks, and trickling down my chin, and I sucked against her as I continued licking her. I felt her vagina tighten around my finger, and her legs stiffened.

“Oh, yes, Mmmmm!” she cried out, and I pressed my lips around her pussy, sucking as my tongue pressed harder on her clitoris.

I felt her quivering as she came, her vagina clenching around my finger in spasms. I thought she may have leaked some more pee as she came, but I didn’t notice any; either she was able to hold it in, or she had none left. When she had finished, I leant back, and slowly pulled my finger from her, and gently slid it along her pussy.

“That was lovely, so intense,” she said. “I really had to hold myself back, I felt I was about to pee when I was close to coming, and I didn’t want to piss over your face!” She shuddered as my finger slid between her wet lips. “Oh, careful, you will make me pee now...”

A little spurt of pee burst from between her lips, soaking my finger.

“Oh, I can’t hold it anymore,” she cried out, and a flood of hot pee sprayed out, splashing on the floor in front of my knees, soaking my hand as it did. She looked down at her stream, her mouth wide open, as if she was amazed to see herself peeing like that. I continued to rub around her pee hole, letting her hot pee flow over my finger.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” she stammered. “I couldn’t hold it any more, when you touched me there, it just burst out. Sorry for pissing all over your hand, but, well, it was right there.”

“Don’t worry, Megan, you should know by now that doesn’t worry me,” I replied. “In fact, it turns me on seeing you do that. And besides, the floor is tiled, and will only get wetter when we have our shower.”

“You get turned on watching me pee?” she replied. “I think you may have touched me like that deliberately, just so you could see it. Now, if you are turned on, I had better do something about that. You sit here, where I was.”

She stood up, and helped me up from the floor. I sat on the edge of the seat, feeling a warm, wet area at the edge. Megan knelt in front of me, and took my prick in her hands.

“Oh, I have to kneel in that big puddle!” she exclaimed. “Let me just get some warm juices on this shaft.”

She wiped her fingers across her pussy, and started to spread her juices around my prick, and on my knob. Slowly, she stroked her fingers up and down, pressing against the underside of my shaft, and massaging my balls with her other hand. At the top of each stroke, she would rub her thumb over my knob, spreading open the tip to tease my pee hole.

I leant back, closing my eyes, and imagined my prick sliding between her round, soft breasts, just as we had done the previous weekend. Those thoughts, and Megan’s stroking was getting me very close to coming, and Megan must have been able to sense it too, as she leant forward, and placed her lips over my knob, licking me as she continued stroking.

With a deep groan, I started to come. Megan sucked as I spurted into her mouth, trying to swallow my come. She wasn’t able to take it all, as I could feel the stickiness of it trickling down my shaft as she kept rubbing me.

When I had finished, Megan took her lips from my knob, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She then licked my knob and shaft clean, and then sucked the last of my come from her fingers.

“You taste pretty good,” she said. “I wasn’t sure initially whether I would like the taste, you know, of your come. But I love it; it is really sexy to have you spurt in my mouth like that.”

“I love it to, Megan,” I said, once I had my breath back.

“Now, let’s shower before the others get here; we don’t want them to interrupt us like this,” she said, standing up.

We had a shower, Megan telling me not to get her hair wet. When I had finished, I stepped out of the shower; had a quick shave, and started to get dressed. Megan took a bit longer, and when I was dressed, she had just started to dry herself. I reached over to kiss her nipples, and gave her damp pussy a quick stroke.

“Stop that, or I will never get ready,” she said. “You go out, in case the others get here. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

Just as well I did go back out the front; the others had just arrived and were starting to bring the rest of the equipment. Megan appeared about ten minutes later, dressed in her black slacks and white top; which she would wear for the first half of the evening, not changing into her dress until she was going to sing.