Chapter 3

Lisa was unusually lovey with me all day Thursday and again on Friday. We got chewed out a couple times by teachers for too much PDA. There was no question what her message to Klarissa and Caitlyn was. This is my guy and keep your hands off.

I probably asked about Lisa’s period three or four times on Thursday and Friday at school. Nothing. Lisa assured me that it wasn’t time to worry yet. I could see she was trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to convince me. She promised to text me as soon as her period came over the weekend. We didn’t have a date Saturday night. Mom’s parents were celebrating their anniversary and the whole family was required to attend the party.

I didn’t receive any text from Lisa Saturday. I felt a rising feeling of doom. Today was thirty days since her last period started. Lisa always had her period in thirty days or less. I didn’t sleep well Saturday night, worrying about what we were going to do when it was confirmed that I had knocked up Lisa. I was so screwed.

I stumbled through Sunday morning in a fog. My phone vibrated during the church service. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at it surreptitiously. “HOME FREE! PERIOD STARTED.” I heaved a sigh of relief and silently prayed to thank God for my deliverance.

I gave Lisa a big hug Monday morning by her locker before homeroom. I didn’t care who saw us. I was so glad we were safe. I gave her a kiss.

“We’re going to get caught,” Lisa protested.

“I’m just happy we’re safe,” I replied. “I promise, I will always us a rubber from here on out.”

“That would be wise,” Lisa answered. “I’ve got to run. See you third period.”

“I love you,” I called out as she left.

“See you then,” Lisa answered.

We talked before and after third period. Everything seemed back to normal, to me. Hah! Hah! Lisa met me at the door of the lunch room instead of just buying her lunch and taking a seat at our usual table with our friends. I should have suspected something was up. After we went through the line and paid for our meals, Lisa suggested, “Let’s find a private place so we can talk.”

We found a quiet spot in the far end of the cafeteria. “I know the past couple weeks have been rough on you ... rough on both of us,” I said. “I promise, I will use a rubber all the time from now on. We shouldn’t be taking crazy chances like we did.”

“Crazy, that’s the right word,” Lisa said before pausing. It looked like she was working up courage to say more. Finally, she stated, “There is no easy way to say this, Ian. I think we should see other people.”

“What?” I gasped. “I love you.”

“You make me crazy,” Lisa responded. “Not crazy in a good way. We do crazy things together. We’re too ... too combustible.”

“What?”

“We have fun together,” Lisa explained. “Too much fun. Our feelings ... they are too intense. We do crazy things that could get us in trouble, like two weeks ago at the party. I have things I want in my life. Having a baby when I am fifteen isn’t one of them.”

“We can be more careful,” I promised. “We can.”

“We will be for a little while,” Lisa said. “Then one of us will get carried away and the other will follow along ... right over a cliff. Our personalities, they feed off each other. Together, we are heading for a disaster. We need to split up before we hurt each other.”

“Splitting up does hurt me,” I protested. “I love you.”

“It is better this way in the long run,” Lisa replied. “I care deeply about you and want the best for you, but that isn’t with me.”

Finally, I got her message. We were through. “FINE!” I snapped as I grabbed my lunch tray and fled. I headed back over and joined the rest of our ... well, my friends.

“Where’s Lisa?” Bill asked innocently.

“She just dumped me!” I snapped.

“Ouch, sorry man,” Max offered. “That sucks,” Peter added. Kelsey, Jackie and Madison stayed silent. The rest of lunch was awkward. No one knew quite what to talk about. I felt nothing but pain. Why would the girl I love do this to me? I had no answers.

I was in a funk for the next month as I mourned my lost relationship with Lisa. I went through the motions at school and home while I grieved. I had one respite from the pain – baseball. I dedicated myself to playing better, spending extra time practicing fielding and hitting after practice. It paid off. By the end of April, I had 10 home runs and a batting average of .422, both the best on our JV team. I also stole 8 bases using my quickness and speed.

My love life was non-existent, unless you counted the continuing harassment by Caitlyn and Larissa. I finally told them off at lunch one day and told them to knock it the hell off. To my surprise and pleasure, my tantrum worked. Other girls continued flirting with me, though not as outrageously as those two. One girl in particular, Jamie Houston, interested me. At least she did by the beginning of May, when I managed to get my head out of my ass.

Jamie was known as a sweet girl among our classmates. She flirted and she wasn’t bashful but she wasn’t in-the-face forward either. I got her message; she was interested in me. I took her bowling with my friends the first Saturday in May. We had a good time. I got a sweet good night kiss, no tongue. I asked her to the movies the following Saturday night.

One thing about the split with Lisa hurt. I enjoyed the crowd of friends the two of us hung out with. Our split split up the group. Kelsey and Jared joined Lisa with other friends at lunch, instead of Bill, Peter, Madison, Max, Jackie and me. Speaking of Max and Jackie, they had a fight and broke up in the middle of April. Jackie, Larissa and Caitlyn disappeared from our lunch table.

One thing my emphasis on baseball brought me was eye-opening. Coach Rutter, the varsity coach, spent much more time with the JV team than I expected. I learned Coach Rutter was a douche-wad. Could I stand playing him for three seasons, starting next year? The coach spent extra time with me since I was one of the JV stars. Wonderful! Things got even better in the beginning of May. The varsity team often promoted the best two or three JV players to varsity to help with the drive for the playoffs at the end of the season. It was a tremendous honor for a freshman to play with the varsity, but I had to spend every afternoon after school practicing for the asshole who coached our team.

I played parts of the next four games after I was promoted to varsity. I did well. Coach Rutter started me in the final two games. I went 7 for 17 batting for a .412 average, hit three home runs and stole five bases. I helped the team but we got edged out in the final game, just missing the playoffs. Coach predicted I would be one of the team’s stars next season. Could I stand playing for the idiot for two and a half months for the next three years? I barely made it through two and a half weeks with him coaching me.

One nice thing that came out of the me joining varsity. The older players treated me well. After all, I was helping them win games. I got especially friendly with Trystan Ernst, an eleventh grader playing center field beside me. Coach put me out in right field when I played. Trystan had his license and didn’t mind giving me a ride home after practice or games.

The team captains decided to throw an end-of-season party on May 19th. Of course, I was invited. It took a little wheedling, but Mom and Dad allowed me to go. I asked Jamie Houston to be my date. She couldn’t, she had a thing in Williamsport for her grandparents that weekend. Trystan assured me there would be plenty of free girls at the party, so I went stag.

Trystan drove me to the party, at Jordan Wenger’s farm north of Lincoln. Jordan’s parents were away for the weekend, thus Jordan’s place was our chosen party spot. He and a couple friends cleaned out one bay of his barn and set up a sound system. They brought, chairs, benches and stools out so everyone had somewhere to sit. Austin Groff’s twenty-one-year-old brother was home from college. Travis secured two kegs of beer for the party. Austin was one of our team captains.

All twenty-two varsity players made it, including the other ninth grader, Jake Martin. Jake was no relation that me, that I or my parents were aware of. Martins are a dime a dozen in Lancaster County. Jake made varsity because he’s a catcher and that is a valuable position to have a backup, in case something happened to your starter.

Quite a few girls made it. Many were there as part of a couple with one of the players or as the player’s dates. Some were there like me, on their own and looking for someone. To my surprise, Caitlyn Webber was one of the available girls at the party. I would make a point of avoiding her.

I grabbed a big party cup of beer and found a seat near Trystan and his date. I checked out the available girls. I was unsure if I wanted to hook up with anyone. The wounds were still fresh from my breakup with Lisa. Did I want to risk that again? Still, I hadn’t gotten laid in seven and a half weeks. I was way overdue. I hung back and observed while I tried to make up my mind.

“You gonna sit there all night?” Trystan teased. “Just pick one, talk her up, get her a little drunk and go for it. I’ve heard the gossip around school. You’re no virgin. Go for it.”

“Well ... maybe,” I allowed. “I’m going to get more beer. You two want anything?”

“We’re good,” Trystan answered. His date echoed his response. I went over to the keg and poured myself another big cup of beer. I was pouring my beer when I saw Caitlyn heading my way. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

“Hey, Ian, how are you?” Caitlyn asked. She seemed politer than I was used to. “Can we talk for a minute?”

“Umm ... I guess,” I allowed. My guard came up.

“I was so terrible to you a month or two ago,” Caitlyn explained as she poured herself a beer. “I want to say I am sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” I said. I wanted to split and get away.

“You are so not like other guys,” Caitlyn remarked as I turned away.

“What?” I asked. “I don’t understand.”

“You really don’t understand why so many girls are coming on to you?” Caitlyn asked.

“Um, I guess not,” I responded. She smiled and shook her head.

“You looked like a kid when school started this year,” Caitlyn explained. “I’m not knocking the old you but you have changed this year. You were soft before. Now your muscles have developed.”

Caitlyn touched my right bicep. I flinched. “It’s OK. I just want to show you.” She felt my muscle. “You used to be soft last summer. Now you hard ... strong. More like a man than a boy. You used to be short and blended into the crowd.”

“I guess I stand out now,” I chuckled.

“How tall are you?”

“6’-3”,” I replied.

“Look at your legs,” Caitlyn said. “Your calves aren’t straight like a kid’s calves. They are curved, like a man’s. Your whole look now, you attract a girl’s attention.”

“I guess,” I said. What Caitlyn was saying certainly was flattering.

“It is more than physical,” Caitlyn continued. “Everyone knows your rep. You are a really nice guy who treats his girl like gold. You are one of the good guys. Why wouldn’t a girl want to be with you?”

“Um ... I guess,” I said. “I don’t know.”

“Look, I apologize from the bottom of my heart for causing you and Lisa problems,” Caitlyn said. “I hope you can forgive me.”

“I do,” I agreed. Caitlyn’s remorse seemed sincere.

“Why don’t we find somewhere to sit and talk,” Caitlyn suggested.

“Sure,” I agreed. “Why not?” The first beer hadn’t affected me much. I was half done with the second cup. I had a nice buzz now.

We found seats on beam separating the barn bay where we were having our party and the next bay. We finished our beers and continued talking. I was surprised when I got to talk with Caitlyn when she wasn’t trying to steal me away from Lisa. I enjoyed talking with her.

I always thought Caitlyn was attractive. Now that we were working out our disagreements, I found myself looking her over closer. It might have been the beer talking, but I was attracted to her. Caitlyn was flirting with me too, but not outrageously like in March.

I put my arm over her shoulder. She snuggled against me and leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek before nibbling on my earlobe. I felt my cock stir and begin to harden.

I used the arm over her shoulder to pull her head close again. I gave her a kiss on the lips. A nice kiss. We repeated it. Our tongues met the third time. Caitlyn was a good kisser.

We twisted to face each as we hugged. We made out like there was no time to lose. Caitlyn was a really good kisser.

This was the girl who texted me “LHSX.” She sent me pussy pics. I knew I would be allowed to feel her titties. I reached for them and fondled them through her T-shirt. I don’t think she was wearing a bra. I wasn’t wrong about how Caitlyn would feel if I felt her up. She purred as I felt her and we kissed.

We made out and played for a minute or so. Caitlyn surprised me when she reached for my chest and rubbed my nipple. OOoohhh ... that felt good! Lisa never did that to me.

As we were making out, I noticed a couple couples disappear into the hay mow. They came back a little while later, sweaty, smiling and covered in hay seeds and chaff. I saw another pair disappear out the back of the barn.

Caitlyn and I continued playing and making out. She had my dick as hard as steel. After a bit Caitlyn reached down and rubbed my boner.

“Remember that text I sent you?” Caitlyn purred between kisses. “Let’s have sex. Have I changed your mind?”

Seven and a half weeks of enforced celibacy and my general horniness overcame my better judgment. “Yeah, let’s. Hay mow?”

“No, too dirty,” Caitlyn said. “There’s some woods outside. Let’s find some privacy out there.”

“Cool!” I huffed. “Sounds like a plan.” The two of us headed outside and walked over to the woods. We slipped into the thin woods. The woods had a fringe of underbrush at the edges but the undergrowth was absent in the interior among the trees. We noticed and headed over to a patch of grass in a small meadow.

Caitlyn leaned back against a tree as I pressed my body against hers. We made out again. I pressed my body against hers, grinding my boner against her tummy. My hands slipped up under her shirt and felt her titties. I had been right. Caitlyn wasn’t wearing a bra. I tried to pull her shirt off. Caitlyn pulled it up and hooked the front behind her head, displaying her titties to me.

She was well endowed, bigger than Lisa. I felt her up for a bit while we continued kissing. After a bit I kissed a path down onto her titties. I fondled and kissed her titties and teased at her nipples with my lips.

“Mmmm...” Caitlyn purred. “You’re talented with your tongue.”

“I can do better,” I promised. I slipped a hand down to unbuttoned her short-shorts button. Caitlyn reached down. I thought I had gone too far. Instead, she unzipped the zipper and shimmied out of her tight shorts. She was wearing skimpy black lace panties.

I slipped my hand down and peeled open her slot. Caitlyn was quite wet. Meanwhile Caitlyn reached down and rubbed my erection through my shorts. She pulled on the drawstring and untied my shorts. Her hands reached around and slipped inside my shorts. She peeled them down, taking my boxers along as she did it. They fell to my ankles. I was naked except for my T-shirt.

“Wow!” Caitlyn gasped when she saw my boner. “I had no idea you are so big.”

Her comment was a boost to my ego. What guy doesn’t like to hear he’s well endowed? Last August I had been 5’-5” tall and average sized for starting ninth graders. Typical of the Martin men in my family, I hit my growth spurt early and hard. In nine months, I had grown ten inches, deepened my voice from a boy’s to a man’s and grown a man-sized dick. My little four-and-a-half-inch boner was now almost seven inches long and an inch and a half wide at the mushroom-shaped head.

“Mmmm ... this is going to be fun,” Caitlyn said.

“You want to lay down for this?” I asked. Caitlyn stared down at the ground.

“Too muddy,” Caitlyn said. She turned around, bent at the waist and leaned down with her hands against the tree. “You’ve done this position before, right Ian?”

“Pretty close,” I answered. “I am used to the girl bent over a table or counter. Same thing.” Caitlyn spread her legs. I stepped between them and thrust my erection between her legs and rubbed it against her slot.

“Mmm ... nice,” Caitlyn sighed. “Put it in, Ian.”

I pulled away and reached down to grab the rubber I had in my shorts pocket. “I’ll put a rubber on.”

“You don’t need that,” Caitlyn answered. “Just stick it in. I’m on the pill.”

“Uh, I’ll use one anyway,” I replied. “Can’t be too safe.”

“Whatever,” Caitlyn said.

I wrapped my dick up. The words my health teacher said rang in my mind. “If you sleep with someone without protection from STIs, it like you are also sleeping with everyone they slept with too.” Without the rubber, I would be accepting whatever infections the boys Caitlyn slept might have caught, as well as anything the girls they slept with them may have caught too.

Caitlyn dated more upper-class men than freshmen. Word among our peers was that Caitlyn wasn’t easy but she had slept with maybe half a dozen of the guys she dated. Who knows, I might be accepting infections from 20-25% of our school if I didn’t wear the rubber.

I notched my protected dick against her hole and thrust in. I slid in easily. Caitlyn wasn’t as tight as Lisa was. Still, dick in pussy felt awesome, even with a rubber on. I began pumping immediately.

“Ohhh ... you are nice and big,” Caitlyn cooed as I humped her.

My hands went to her hips to hold her steady. I stroked away, loving the feeling as her insides tugged and yielded to my dick. God, I loved fucking. Caitlyn’s titties swayed and jiggled as I pumped away. She cooed and panted as we screwed.

Caitlyn dropped one of the hands off the tree. I felt a couple fingers rubbing the underside of my dick as I stroked away. Soon they disappeared again. From her reaction, I suspect Caitlyn was diddling her clitoris while I fucked her.

My stamina was probably harmed by how long it had been since I’d screwed, seven and a half long weeks. The rubber dulled the sensation enough that I was able to give Caitlyn a good performance. Her diddling probably was what sent her to climax while we screwed, but my reaming her pussy certainly aided her. I was close to eruption myself when Caitlyn let out a moan and shook as her orgasm washed over her.

Caitlyn’s insides tugged at my dick, until I erupted too. I pulsed a big load of come into the rubber. I collapsed, resting on her back for a moment while I tried to recover my wits. Finally, I backed away, holding the rubber in place until I pulled out of her pussy.

“Oh damn!” Caitlyn gasped as she panted. “I’d pushed you harder if I had known you were this talented with that nice big dick of yours. Lisa was a very lucky girl who made a crazy decision to dump you. I wouldn’t let you go.”

“I enjoyed being with you too,” I responded.

She stood, turned around and hugged me. “Any time you want to hook up again, let me know,” Caitlyn said. “This is the nicest fuck I’ve had in over a month.”