Chapter 2: One Thing on My Mind

Riding home from the Fairlawn Apartments, I’m in a complete state of bliss. Even the simple action of peddling the bike is causing just enough repetitive movement between my legs to arouse me. My teenage brain is on fire reliving what just happened a few hours ago, which, of course, is:

I had sex today!

I had my first, real, sex today!

My penis was all the way inside Renee’s pussy!

Wow, do I ever like hearing myself think that, so much so, I’m gonna repeat it ... slowly...

My ... penis ... was ... all ... the ... way ... inside ... Renee’s ... pussy!

And, it felt so ... so fucking good!

I must look like a lost retard lazily meandering my way home with a stupidly huge grin on my face. And, add the fact that these vivid mental replays are giving me a raging erection. Unlike driving in a car, riding a bike leaves my whole body visible. I lean forward and position the bottom of my loose-fitting t-shirt to cover my obvious crotch tent.

What guy wouldn’t have a throbbing hard-on with all these wonderful and dirty thoughts I have racing around my head. Oh, how I loved the way she was bouncing up and down on it! Up and down, up and down till I couldn’t stand it any longer. At that magic moment, she told me to do it, so I did! Pushing in deep, I came – I shot my cum in her pussy! The whole thing was pretty amazing. She made me feel so good and I love how she told me that I made her feel good too.

You know what? I really like having sex!

As if on autopilot I somehow find my way home and walk in the back door. Mom is making dinner and looks over her shoulder to say, “Hi, Kyle.”

“Hi, Mom...” I half-sing and continue to my room.

Shutting the door, I lie on my bed for a little me-time to appreciate this big day in my young life. The intense visuals continue to mentally replay, they’re so vivid and fresh. I’m thinking about how extraordinary it was to watch myself slide up into Renee; she was so slippery, wet, and warm. I could not believe how snugly every part of her pussy perfectly surrounded me. Oh, god, that felt so good! Unaware that I was even doing so, I pushed my underwear down to my ankles. With my legs spread wide, I have one hand firmly gripping my throbber and the other rubbing my balls. My, no-longer virgin, cock is all fired-up! I’ll spare the play-by-play because you know full well what I’m doing with myself.

As I’m cleaning up the messy results of this little private party with myself, Mom knocks telling me that dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. That gives me just enough time to take a much-needed shower before joining everyone at the table.

“You certainly seem to be in a good mood. How did it go at the apartments?” Mom asks.

“Fantastic! It was absolutely great! We got the whole thing painted.”

“Oh, wow, that sounds like a lot of work.”

“Yeah it was, but it was a lot of fun too!”

“Humphf ... painting, fun?” Dad mutters. “That’s a new one...”

“Oh, Jerry, stop. It’s good for Kyle to learn new things.”

Oh, I learned some new things alright! I nod to myself in satisfaction. If Mom only knew exactly what new things I learned today. Thinking about this causes me to let out an unintended snicker.

“What’s so funny Kyle?” Mom asks.

“Uh, nothing ... I’m just thinking about something.” And, I better stop thinking about this as I feel a slight stirring between my legs.

Some might think that sweating your ass off all day painting a stifling apartment would wear a person out, but after dinner, I’m full of energy and antsy as hell. I need to get out and do something, or I’ll probably be back in my room rubbing myself raw having a jack-off fest.

I text Marc and Jeff to see what they’re up to, not much as it turns out. Soon they ride their bikes over to shoot some hoops with me in the driveway. Am I ever on my game today, I hardly miss a shot. “Damn Dude, what’s gotten into you?” Marc gripes over not being able to score any points.

“You’re sinking it in like a pro.” Jeff agrees.

“You’re one hard one to beat today,” Marc mutters as he takes another failed shot.

Every little thing my sexed-up brain hears is turned into a sexual innuendo. Mom saying, it’s good for Kyle to learn new things – Jeff saying, sinking it in – Marc saying, you’re one hard one. I better get my mind on something else, or they’ll notice me growing in a way I don’t need to.

Arghh! This is so hard – here we go again, so hard, I mentally roll my mind’s eye. I feel like I’m about to totally explode – Oh, god, I can’t take this anymore! I wanna tell them so bad what happened today! I wanna jump up and shout, I had sex today! I got laid! I lost my virginity! Woo Hoo!

An hour later it’s getting dark so we end the game, time for my friends to head home. Finally I’m worn out, not to mention all sweaty again.

Back into the shower I go noting that this will be the fourth time I’ve gotten naked since I woke up. Oh, and that second time my clothes came off, that unexpected nakedness at the apartment with Renee, now that ... that was a doozy! Yup, that’s all that it takes to get my naughty thoughts flowing freely and here I am with a great big boner – again.

Let’s just say there’s more than soap and water swirling its way down the drain.

The next morning I wake up with some respectable, rock-solid, morning-wood; no surprise, this happens pretty much every morning. I might as well take care of this situation while lying here.

As I’m eating my cereal I contemplate how in three days I’ll probably (hopefully) get to have sex with Renee again. Yup, in three days I can slip my cock back into that warm, wet, welcoming, silky pussy of hers ... mmmm ... Then it hits me. Three days! Damn! That’s gonna feel like a fucking eternity, especially when all I can think about is sex anymore.

I gotta get out of the house, I need to get my mind occupied on other things. I’ll see if Jeff and Marc want to ride out to the mall or something; but first I need to go back to my room, close the door, and take care of something.

There’s a saying that goes – Young, dumb, and full of cum. Well, I’m definitely young. Dumb? I would like to think not, but I’ve been known to say and do some dumb things from time to time. And finally, full of cum. Good god – more than I ever knew!

Okay, with that matter-in-hand taken care of, I should be good to go – for a while at least.

I text Marc and Jeff, but instead of the mall, they would like to catch a matinee. That works for me as long as it’s a movie with little, or no, sexual content I should be fine.

We pick a high-action guy-movie full of gunfights and car chases – perfect! It turns out to be pretty good, but about halfway through, there goes my mind, wandering again. Renee’s boobs are gorgeous ... Renee likes my pubic hair ... Renee thinks I have a nice cock ... Renee’s pussy is fantastic ... Renee likes how I feel inside her pussy ... Renee likes to cum at the same time I do ... Renee and I will be alone together in three days-

Marc is nudging me with his elbow. “Huh ... what?”

“I said, do you wanna get pizza after?”

“Yeah, yeah ... Sounds great.” It’s a good thing it’s dark in here, I’m super-hard and my pants are poking up again.

The next day I have a dinner shift at 4:00. Benny and Eric are on duty in the kitchen, but I don’t see Renee. Normally, I love working with her, but her not being here today is probably for the best to help keep my sexed-up hormones in check.

The food stock truck arrives at 6:00 and the delivery needs to be immediately checked in so the driver can be on his way. It’s a lot of work and we hate it when this happens at the height of the dinner rush, but there’s nothing we can do about it. Benny asks me to stop my work of preparing pizza sauce and cutting veggies to get the new stock tallied and squared away.

Renee shows up. “Sorry I’m late guys, had a pain in the ass complaint at the apartments to deal with.”

After helping to get the kitchen caught up on orders, she comes in the back to help me finish putting away the new stock.

“Hey, Sport! How are you?”

“I’m great.”

“Are we still on for painting on Monday?”

Tilting my head, I look at her like she’s crazy. “HELL YEAH!” I blurt out a tad too loud.

Renee looks around, shushing my over-excitement. “Easy there...”

In a quieter voice, I say, “I can’t wait. Do you know how difficult this has been?” What I don’t tell her is that I’m so horny right now I could do her right here in this back room, but somehow, I think she knows.

Leaning in she whispers in my ear, “Be patient, Sport. It’ll be well worth the wait.” With a wink, she flashes me a sexy grin. Oh, and that’s supposed to make this any easier?

Once again I wake up with morning-oak; several strokes later, I’ve taken care of that issue and now I can start my day. I’ve sure been doing a lot of jacking-off lately, I can’t seem to keep my hands off myself. Sheesh!

There’s a growing pile of dirty clothes on the floor at the end of my bed. I really should hide all these cum-encrusted, dirty t-shirts by mixing them in with the laundry. Better yet, I should probably just throw them in the washer myself, the last thing I need is Luke noticing all the stiff, dry, whitish splotches – or Mom asking about it.

Today is Sunday and another hot July summer afternoon. With towels slung over our shoulders, Marc, Jeff, and I peddle our bikes to the Spring Haven Community Center to go swimming.

I’m really going to have to work extra-hard at keeping Renee, and sex, off my mind today. It would be way too embarrassing to have another, and mighty difficult to hide, stiffy in my swim trunks at the public pool.

We’re pleased to see that it’s not super-crowded here today, but there’s still a fair amount of people. With some luck on our side, we find an empty table with a shade umbrella. Staking our claim by draping towels on the chairs, we waste no time hopping in the pool.

After a good round of splashing and cooling off in the water, we buy cold drinks from the concession stand and hang out in the shade at our table. The pool is always the best place to people watch, especially the girls in their summer bikinis.

“Would you look at that?” Marc nods across the way.

“Look at what?” Jeff asks.

“Over there ... Do you see what I see?”

“Oh, yeah, I do.” Jeff nods. There’s a group of girls arriving who we know from Maplewood High. Laura, Samantha, Kristin, and Colleen set their bags and towels on chaise loungers across the pool from us. What was I just saying about the fun of people watching, especially girls in bikinis? Here are four we’re familiar with. We’re so used to them in the jeans and t-shirts, skirts, or blouses they normally wear to class; it’s a pleasing change to see them showing – so much skin. This is not a bad thing, not a bad thing at all, one of the many perks of sweet, sweet summertime.

Within minutes the girls are gliding down the slide and into the pool to cool off. Marc, Jeff, and I enjoy watching them getting wet and having fun from our shady vantage point. We each have our own version of a smirk plastered across our faces, you know our teenage minds are thinking about more than, oh, look at those nice girls having fun in the water.

After a few minutes, Marc abruptly stands up. “Well guys, I need to cool off,” he says, putting on his swim goggles and fast-walks away to jump in. I’m sure he was hoping no one would notice, but I couldn’t help catching a glimpse of exactly how happy the girl watching has made him. Nothing works better than the pool for settling down a male arousal situation.

Turtling - the amazing effect swimming has of shrinking your penis. And an awkward fact of life all guys know too well. It never ceases to amaze me how I peel off my wet swim shorts, look down, and be like – Whoa, what the hell? Where did you go? Get back here and hang out a little. Some necessary fluffing is then needed to bring Little Kyle back into the world.

While Marc is utilizing the pool’s above-described effect, Jeff and I stay put at the table. It’s not that we don’t like what we’re seeing, but come on, even a teenage guy can have some self-control. Self-control, easy for me to say to myself, but it’s a real personal test of wills with how sexed-up I’ve been lately.

Down the slide the girls go, climb out, and back to the slide to do it again. Yup, nothing out of the ordinary, a common activity at a community pool, but nice to watch just the same. I see they’re now braving going down face first, screaming with their arms out in front of them. Watching this repeating action of going into the water and out again, I ask, “Why do they all do that?”

“Do what?” Jeff asks.

“The girls, they always run their fingers along the inside of the leg holes of their swimsuits whenever they get out of the water.”

“I think it’s to pull it out of their ass cracks.”

“Well, personally, I think they should just leave it up in there.” I laugh. “That way we can see how nicely their cheeks are shaped.”

“I think you’re right about that, Kyle.” Jeff muses and nods in agreement.

Over by the slide, Marc’s head pops up from under the water, he’s frantically looking around like he’s lost his bearings. When he spots us, he swims over and quickly gets out of the pool acting like he’s seen a ghost or something.

“Hooo! Boy! You guys are not going to believe this!” he exclaims, dripping and panting from his rush over to us. We let him catch his breath to continue. Once semi-composed and in a quiet, but clear voice, he blurts out, “Laura’s carpet definitely matches the drapes. Kristin recently trimmed herself into a nice little mohawk-style landing strip. Colleen has a super-bush, and Samantha shaves it clean and smooth!”

“What in the hell are you talking about?” I ask, totally confused from this unexpected blitz of information about what’s going on inside the girls’ bikinis.

He flops down in the chair and motions by tilting his head toward the slide. “Do you see how the girls are going down arms first?”

“Yeah,” Jeff and I say simultaneously.

“Okay ... so, I was swimming around underwater with my goggles on, just minding my own business, when Laura landed. As her body slid into the pool, the rushing water pulled the waistband of the bottom part of her bikini down a couple of inches. It was just enough for me to get a great view of her pubes!”

Jeff looks at me, I look at him, we both look at Marc. “No shit? Really?”

Marc enthusiastically nods the affirmative and continues in a hushed voice, “I couldn’t believe it! So, I decided to put it to the test to see if it would happen again. Kristin was next and, sure enough, I was able to see exactly how she trims herself.”

Jeff shakes his head, “You are such a pervert, Marc.”

“Oh, come on! You mean to tell me you’ve been sitting here this whole time and haven’t been wondering about what’s inside those bikinis?”

“Well ... yeah,” Jeff smirks and bashfully admits, “I guess...”

Marc tells us more. “Now, Colleen? Whoa! Daniel Boone would get lost in that forest! But, Samantha...” he sighs and takes on a dreamy, far-off look. “Mmmm ... Samantha is as bare as a desert, talk about hot!”

He leans in motioning us closer to share a very important detail. “I could even see the very top of where her slit begins!” Marc has had a thing for Samantha for a while now, so I’m sure getting a peek at her forbidden fruit just made his entire summer.

Jeff’s eyes pop. “Really!” Having heard enough, he grabs the goggles and jumps into the pool.

After several splash-downs which Jeff nonchalantly positioned himself at the bottom of the slide to witness, the girls give themselves a rest to enjoy some sun in the chaise lounges. He comes out of the pool, slightly hunched over as he walks back. It doesn’t seem the pool-shrinkage trick is working very well for him. Sitting down, Jeff is amazed. “Man, that was fricking awesome! You are one-hundred percent correct on all accounts, Marc.”

“See, told ya!”

Jeff looks at me. “Shit! You missed it, Kyle, looks like they’re done with the slide.”

“It’s alright ... I’ll live,” I tell him. I hate to sound like a braggart to myself, but they can enjoy sneaky peeks at pubes all they want. Hopefully, my pubes will be inter-mingling with Renee’s tomorrow.

Jeff sits back with a satisfied look on his face. In a way, it’s like he just lost a tiny bit of his virginity by seeing some real girl-bits as opposed to surfing porn on the internet. “What do you guys like better on a girl, pubes, or no-pubes?” he asks.