Chapter 13

Maybe my over-the-top excess on with my computer teacher had been due to the knowledge Julie was going to leave me for good. End of summer classes, returning to her husband, never having to see me again. I was angry with myself but also with Julie, even when I knew I’d gone too far with her in the teacher’s restroom.

With Julie gone I’d started making more demands of Alice, which was fine for another couple of weeks until she stopped answering my texts. With school starting up I couldn’t get much more than a scowl from Alice in the hallways. I felt confused and lonely, leaving me only one resource. I started paying more attention to Denise.

You know, my girlfriend.

Did I feel guilt? Should I die and go to a special place in hell for doing what I’d done behind Denise’s back? Maybe. Maybe if I hadn’t spent so much of my energy fantasizing about what more I could do with Julie’s naked body I would have had longer and more meaningful talks with Alice or Denise. Maybe.

I knew I was an inconsistent coward and unable to step up and be the man Alice needed me to be, whatever that was. I also knew somewhere in the back of my lizard brain that I was a clueless kid for telling an older married woman that I could fulfil all of her adult needs. So clueless. Even years later I look back and feel embarrassment for myself.

But the sex had been good. However selfish and stupid I may have been, I had no doubts that every guy at my school would have been happy to trade places with me. Even with hell and damnation opening up before me, there’s no way I could have walked away from the firm fuckable tush Alice had between her legs or the wet and needy pussy Julie only pretended to hold back from me. The sex was so good even now I get hard thinking about it.

The beginning of the school year, my last year in that publicly sanctioned prison for the young, was just the opposite of my summer. Part-time work cut back, Julie’s voracious cock-eating flesh gone, and Alice giving me stink-eye every time we passed in the hallway.

The only consistent part of my life was Denise. I cursed both heaven and hell, but then tried to show some maturity by promising to devote myself to the one girl who remained at my side. Denise and only Denise became my one area of focus yet for all my devoted attention I received nothing in return. Meaning no sex and with kisses as dry and passionless as what my grandmother would plant on my cheek. Denise liked me, liked having me around, even called and made time for me, but always fully clothed and showing absolutely no interest in anything below my shoulders. Damn.

Then came the fateful day when we were at a friend’s birthday party. The parents were polite and stayed in their bedroom while the kids took over the house. The birthday boy even made drinks available, though for a price. I was happy with my rum and coke and one beer and Denise showed her love of red wine by allowing me to buy her two half glasses. I didn’t mind, hoping that a slightly tipsy Denise might let me do more with her body than give her a dry kiss and feel up her fully clothed chest. But I wasn’t pinning my hopes on a little wine. I had a secret weapon in play.

A member of the group had brought over a plate of brownies to share. He pulled me aside and asked if I wanted to buy another even better brownie for ten bucks. I almost asked a really stupid question, then shut up and gave him the ten. Just as Denise was into her second glass of wine I offered the brownie. Her sweet tooth got the better of her, and a half-hour later I had a very happy and wide eyed Denise in my dad’s car, giggling all the way home.

It was late and her house was dark. I walked her to her door, then helped her into the house, and after giving me a short and sweet good night kiss, I was able to trip Denise down and onto her couch before trying to crawl on top of her and make her mine. She wasn’t that drugged or out of it, so I wasn’t surprised when she told me to get off and go home. But Denise was giddy, kind of happy and slow to react, her mind only reluctantly following orders her body really wanted to disobey.

Peeling her top off wasn’t difficult. She rarely allowed me to go that far, but she was pretty wasted. Asshole that I was, I was more interested in surreptitiously unsnapping her shorts and pushing my hand into the front of her crotch. This was the first time I was able to explore this hidden region, and after my experiences with Ronnie and Trudy and Alice, I was expecting a lush rainforest to envelop my fingers. Instead, my fingers entered a dry desert. Some stubble on top, a lightly forested region below, but her labia and inner slit were dry.

It took a few seconds for Denise to realize where my hand was and what my fingers were trying to poke at. She tried to push my arm away, telling me to stop, then rolling back and forth and trying to dislodge my fingers from her crotch. We wrestled for a full minute, my fingers searching for some feeling of liquid desire between her legs, but Denise’s twat was even drier than her kisses.

We wound up on the floor, Denise moving down my body, moving her crotch out of my reach, but as she cursed my being an oversexed boy, her head came to rest on my stomach. Without explanation, I pushed down my jeans and pulled out my dick, hard and in obvious need of her female attention. I was happily surprised when Denise understood what I wanted. I gasped as my beautiful Denise wrapped a hand around my shaft and used her lips to suck in the sensitive knob leading the tip of my cock. Fond memories of Helena’s pleasures filled my brain and I thought of all the future joys Denise would be able to give me.

Then I grimaced, gritting my teeth as Denise’s enamel knives bit into me. At first, I thought the girl was intentionally trying to emasculate me, getting back at me for trying to force her into giving up what every boy at school thought I was already getting on a weekly basis. But as Denise began trying to lick and suck at my shaft, I realized that her teeth were getting in the way of her very inexperienced efforts at giving a blowjob.

I would have complained, but I was so in need that any attention at all was welcome, even with the pain and suffering I had to go through. With my hands on her head, I tried to give Denise some direction, telling her to just lick and suck with her lips and to not go too far down on my shaft. That helped, but an unintended thrust from my hips pushed me a little too far into her throat and she pulled back, gagging and coughing and trying to clear her throat. She finally gave up, sitting up on the rug then turning into the couch and trying to catch her breath.

I got up and knelt behind her, doing my best to be a good boyfriend, asking for forgiveness for my selfish actions while giving light kisses to her ear and cheek. Yet at the same time one of my hands was feeling up her ass, my fingers pulling back on her shorts. As I slid them off her ass and down to her knees, I pushed my still hard and frustrated cock between the beautiful and now unprotected thighs of a very shocked Denise.

I know, I was being a jerk, apologizing to her face while hoping to slip my cock inside of her dry yet still very feminine cunt. She complained, of course, and tried to elbow my face, but what really stumped me was her dry as sand slit. Ronnie had only needed five minutes of kissing and tonguing before she was dripping wet and actually asking for me to lever her hole open with my leaking cock. Other girls, like the sultry Helena or the most luscious Alice would growl in obvious need for me to fuck them long and hard. They were always wet and in demand, feminine flesh wet and ready for my seed to be planted within their lush gardens.

But Denise? So different. Dry as asphalt and almost as cold on a winter’s night. As I tried to move the tip of my manhood through Denise’s labia, hoping to pick up some hint of secretions deeper within her slit, it seemed as though I was pushing against sandpaper.

In total frustration, I pulled back and wound up with my boner pressed into the firm and deep crack of her ass. Feeling me retreat from the danger zone helped to calm Denise. I again apologized, gave her cheek another kiss, and started humping her ass. She seemed to accept this, breathing hard but not trying to fight me so much as I used my own pre-cum to jack off within her perfect little buttocks.

That alone would have been fine with me, but my mind had gone wild, my need for Denise’s female pleasures overwhelming all thought, and I just didn’t think before acting. I like to think she tried to help by pushing her ass up, so I was able to feel the tip of my cock passing over her anus. The extra stimulation and the absolute taboo of the act drove me crazy. As I came close to my climax, I pulled back on the girl’s thigh and pressed into her rear door with the tip of my steel-hard cock. I was still oozing pre-cum, lots of my slippery liquids helping with my illicit intent, and with a hard push in with my hips, the fat hood penetrated past her anus.

Denise’s short muffled scream turned into a long low grunt, her knees moving fast, the girl obviously trying to escape from what I’d just pushed into her. But I was right on the edge, the orgasm rising to take me over, so I pulled back hard with my hands around her thighs and pushed in with my hips, my cock taking up another inch or two of her rectum. We collapsed onto the floor as I tried my best to increase my depth, and then I was overtaken by the wonderful feeling of my balls letting loose inside of her.

All through my orgasm, I kept up the fuck, pulling back and pushing in a little deeper, my cum acting as the perfect lubricant for a cock locked tight inside the girl’s virgin ass. As the feeling of sexual joy ebbed from me, my cock was so deep up Denise’s rear that my balls were pushed into her ass cheeks. It was perfect, my cock tight inside the girl’s body, the contents of my balls blown deep inside of her, my hands wrapped around her body and massaging her tits.

As my cum filled her rectum and seeped out and dripped down to the rug, I tried to show Denise how much I appreciated her, kissing her hair and whispering out how wonderful I thought she was. That being said, with Denise firmly attached to me with my eight inches or so firmly lodged up her ass, I would have much preferred to have been pouring my masculine juices inside her pussy. To me, her ass was just a necessary second choice, but still better than the usual dry kisses she allowed me.

Sadly, for Denise our intimate physical connection was something she had to put up with only because I had physically forced her to kneel before me and take it. With my cock pushed deep inside of her, my body collapsed onto her back, my moans of pleasure interspersed with kisses to her face, Denise remained still and silent. As soon as I very reluctantly pulled out, she was up and demanding I leave. And though I tried to talk about my love for her and even apologized for my selfish actions, Denise simply shook her head and pushed me out of the door.

Selfish jerk? Maybe so. Selfish, but no more so than any other man or boy out there. I truly cared for Denise and really did try to talk with her and understand her needs. The problem I couldn’t get around was that while other couples our age planned secret rendezvous for intimate exploration, Denise and I had to make do with holding hands and watching life go by. My forced entrance up her back door and her open and public condemnation of my actions didn’t lead to an immediate breakup, but everybody knew it was coming.

We would have probably broken up anyway, but other events sure hastened the end to our relationship. While Denise and I tried to understand one another, I have to admit that I started to be on the lookout for another relationship, and preferably with a girl who was as inquisitive about sex as I was.

The event of my life, even more so than climbing on top of Ronnie in her bed or accosting Julie while she was trapped under a desk, happened as a very early fall took its arrival seriously and reminded us that winter was only a couple months away.

My sister was visiting and early one Sunday morning my mother requested that I go over to a local bakery to buy the family a half dozen pastries. My motorcycle was undergoing a thorough cleaning, but the bakery was only a ten minute ride away on my mountain bike. Getting there was easy, but just as I started on the way home, a fog rolled in and a drizzle threatened to soak the light coat and sweat pants I’d worn.

Not really a problem. For me, a little rain just made the ride more fun. For the hell of it, I avoided the main street and tried to cut through our neighborhood using some side streets. Halfway home, a dog darted in my path. I slowed and would have kept going, but a girl ran into the street, yelling at me to get her dog.

I stopped, but not just to get the dog. The girl was only half-dressed, a wet shirt that barely reached her crotch did more to outline her tits than cover her top, and her long legs did a good job of leading my eyes up to the lower edge of the light pink panties she wore. The girl ignored my momentary stupidity and yelled out again to get her dog. With a shake of my head, I laid my bike down in the street and turned around. The dog was in a neighboring yard, lifting his leg and watering a small leafless tree. I was worried that if I ran up to him, the dog would think it all a game and run off, but with a clap of my hands and kneeling on the sidewalk, the dog ran right up to me.

That would have been perfect, but then he shook himself, sending water everywhere and soaking my already wet self. He was a good sized dog, maybe a German shepherd mixed with something else, young and playful, but very much a loving family pet. Grabbing his collar, I turned and walked him across the street and up to the front porch to where the girl had taken refuge. That’s when I recognized her.

“Lucia. Right? English Lit. I sit up front. Remember?”

“Yeah, I know you. Louis? Call me Lucy. Only the teachers call me Lucia.”

“Oh, sure. Here’s your dog. Friendly guy, but a little wet.”

“Thanks, but you’re soaked even more. Come in. Let me get you a towel or something.”

I was happy to take the girl, “Lucy,” up on her offer. I went back to retrieve my bike and half-soaked bag of pastries. Her house was warm and welcoming. I was respectful enough to kick off my wet shoes, and when I walked into her kitchen Lucy had a bath towel ready for me. Two minutes later and we were taking turns pushing off her very friendly canine pet while I shared a bear claw with her and sipped on a cup of tea.

She must have realized what the rain had done to her thin covering. By the time I had walked in, she was wearing a robe. Short, but still effectively blocking out all that I had seen of her while outside. Out in the rain, Lucy’s outstanding breasts were easy to make out through the thin cotton material of the shirt. Our few seconds of introduction outside had given me a largely unimpeded view of her dark areolas and nipples as they pushed through the wet fabric, and lower down, that long undershirt really didn’t do much to hide her pink panties or the dark forested region between her legs. I was able to glance back as she walked into the house with the dog and got a hell of a view of her near naked ass, labia pushing down like low hanging fruit below her ass cheeks. No doubt, the girl was incredibly well built and my cock was aching for a little attention.

Even with a robe on, Lucy’s beauty was undeniable. At school I always thought she was unapproachable, maybe a level above me, but here in her house she was easy to talk to. She had an easy laugh and manner, but that didn’t get in the way of me being mesmerized by her beauty. We were both seniors but she always had a large group of guys and girlfriends surrounding her. It was hard for a loner no-name like myself to break through her wall of protection and talk with her.

Even in jeans and a sweatshirt on a dress-down Friday, Lucy was a shapely girl. Her breasts were always prominent, her ass perfect and firm, and her eyes and smile making even the most boring class worth going to. At school I couldn’t get within ten feet of her, but here she was, half naked and acting like we were best friends. I felt like I was in heaven and she was an angel sent to welcome me to the promised land.

Maybe it was the frustration of being with Denise all those months, a beautiful girl with absolutely no interest in sex. Sitting there on a stool and talking with Lucy, my mind was overwhelmed with reminder after reminder of the joys a girl could provide to a sex-starved adolescent such as myself. I was overwhelmed, and when Lucy slipped off her stool, standing just a foot in front of me, I stood and closed the distance, my hands slipping up and under her robe, my head lowering for our lips to meet.

I was pleasantly surprised when she returned my kiss, a light touch of tongue on tongue, but she just as quickly pulled her head back while pushing out on my chest with her hands. “Hey, cool it cowboy. Stop with the free feel.”

Lucy was referring to my hands, both of them rising up under her short robe and pulling up on her bare ass cheeks. Totally bare, as in not even a pair of panties resting between my fingers and her most wonderful female form. Maybe normally I would have apologized and taken a step back, but something in me snapped and I went in the opposite direction.

She smiled when she told me to stop, being friendly and not overly harsh. Looking back, maybe she was leaving the door open for me to ask her out some time, maybe even seriously date her. Maybe. But with her firm ass in my hands, the scent of her slightly wet body and hair filling my head, I only knew that Lucy had to be mine then and there. At the very least, I had to try.

As Lucy pushed back on my chest, my hands took a firm grasp of each lower cheek and pulled her in, raising Lucy up while trying to bring her closer to me. She pushed at my chest with a little more force, pushing her back into the edge of the breakfast bar that separated us from the kitchen. I just used her energy to lever her back, pushing Lucy’s shoulders and back onto the counter, my hands easily scooting her ass onto the edge of the flat tiled surface.

That was all done in a second, and as Lucy let go with a half dozen expletives any boy would have been proud of shouting out in a gym locker room, I was held in trance by the view I had of what lay between Lucy’s legs. My arms had pushed her robe out, as did her legs, waving wildly in the air as her ass was pushed onto the counter. This all gave me an unimpeded view of Lucy’s crotch.

For a full second, perhaps two, I stared into the dark depths between her naked thighs. She had a dark bush, but trimmed low. Some dark hair in the middle, but the line was thin, giving me an easy view of Lucy’s thick moist lips. These were fat and thick and colored a dark brown, yet I could see a shimmering streak of liquid pink slicing up the middle. I was mesmerized, and before another second had passed, I found my face pushing into Lucy’s twat, my tongue and lips searching out her clit, my nose filled with her womanly scent.

Teeth and lips wrapped around Lucy’s large firm clit, tongue lapping up her secretions, my mind was only vaguely aware of what else was happening around me. Lucy was telling me to stop, her hands hitting my arms and shoulders, her legs kicking down on my back, but I remained in control. I’d pushed her fully onto the counter, her ass right on the edge, making her pussy easy for me to invade with my tongue. My hands pushed up on her robe, covering her waving arms and head with the garment, muffling her complaints as my hands held her down.

I know some guys don’t get it, but I loved eating a girl out, still do, and Lucy was delicious. It took a hard kick down with her heel to pull me out of my trance, to pull my face back from where I was feasting and drinking down her womanly essence. Raising my head up and taking a needed breath of air, I gave a glance up her body. I was blessed with a full view of her naked breasts, her head and arms covered by the robe, but the rest of her body entirely naked and open to me. I again noted the very dark nipples that rose up off of her full and firm breasts, of how they jiggled as she struggled, but then I dove back down into her bush.

My hands held off Lucy’s flailing arms, focusing my energies entirely on lashing at her clit with my tongue, not returning a single word for all the demands she threw at me. After a minute her legs relaxed, her thighs resting on my shoulders, and I was able to lower a hand from holding her shoulders down to play with her breasts. For the next few minutes I was in a special little heaven, drinking down the ever increasing nectar of a beautiful girl and thinking of what more we may be able to do with one another.

That reminded me of my own selfish needs. As Lucy arched her hips, pushing her very juicy twat tighter into my face, I lowered one hand to undo my sweats. Then I began to pull Lucy towards me. I helped her sit up, having her sit on the counter before me. Her robe dropped down to cover her beautifully formed tits, but with her face in front of me, I leaned in to kiss her. She didn’t kiss me back, actually recoiling from my unwanted kiss, but upon licking her lips, and tasting what I had been drinking down those past few minutes, she gave me a tight smile before saying, “Happy? Now let me down.”

Exactly what I had in mind. I pulled her off the counter, pulling her open legs into my chest as I lowered us both down to the floor. Kneeling on the hard tile floor, I allowed Lucy’s hips to slip down to my lap, and it was there that my hands pulled her buttocks wide and pulled her down to be impaled on my very frustrated and needy cock.

Lucy’s eyes flew wide as my first few inches penetrated her. I easily slipped into her, the girl leaking lubrication and obviously with some degree of sexual experience behind her, but feeling me push inside of her was a bit of a surprise. She tried to rise back up, but my hands pushed down on her hips, holding her tight as she was forced to settle onto my lap, cock firmly in place inside of her. I took another minute to enjoy the feeling, opening my knees, grinding up with my crotch, forcing a last few inches into Lucy’s wonderfully hot wet hole, all the while ignoring her vocal protestations. She pushed back some more, throwing out another couple of curses and trying to fight me, but when I started bouncing up and down, pulling her up and down on what I had in her, she finally just leaned into my shoulder with a moan.

I wasn’t getting enough movement or feel of the girl’s twat from having Lucy on my lap. That’s when I lay back, stretching out on the cold floor, holding a very warm Lucy tight on top of me as I began a slow but insistent fuck from underneath. My mind was overwhelmed, and all I could think of was how right it felt. In my mind, it was my right to be balls-deep inside of her, my cock enveloped within the very warm and dripping wet depths of a beautiful girl. My month of celibacy, my no longer having Alice or Julie to turn to, my dry and unfulfilling relationship with Denise. It all seemed so wrong, as though being given a punishment for something I had done in a past life. Here I was finally doing what really mattered in life, intimately joined with and about to empty myself inside of a girl, and all the world was right.

With every thrust my cock buried itself inside of Lucy, my balls pressing into the lightly furred and fleshy labia that acted as a doorway to her secret realm. I could feel Lucy getting into the movement as well, our fuck taking on a rhythm, and I felt at peace and happy for the first time in more than a month.

Looking down, I saw Lucy’s head on my shoulder, her face covered with perspiration, framed by her long tousled black hair. Her face showed a smile, her eyes half closed, and obviously completely overwhelmed by the fuck as much as I was. Her hands were on my shoulders, her hips pulling up and then pushing back, the moment timeless and wonderful. And then she stopped. Lucy pulled up on her hips, pulling up, off of me, rising up and completely disengaging my cock from the warm wonders that all girls have between her legs. I resisted but didn’t fight her.

As she tried to sit up, I pulled her down, pulling one of her beautiful brown tits into my mouth. Her nipples were almost as black as her hair, areola and nipple, large and firm and inviting, and even as my cock cried out in the cold, I sucked in and made oral love to this one most beautiful breast. She even allowed me to suck in her other breast, moaning when I lapped at the black nipple, then lowering it into my waiting mouth. Another moan, and I thought she was ready for us to continue. My hands pushed down on her hips, my frustrated cock rising up to again be engulfed within her warm flesh, but she somehow slipped aside, winding up kneeling at my side.

I sat up, my elbow resting on the hard tile floor, and finally said something. “Move back to your bedroom?”

Lucy’s robe was still open, her two breasts beckoning, and as I spoke I also leaned in to give her nearest tit another suck and friendly lap of the tongue.

She responded by closing her robe, but with a smile, saying, “No. Sorry Louis. Not now. Nice, but not now.”

I felt a little angry, certainly very frustrated, my cock pulled in by Lucy’s treasure, socked within her loins, my balls aching to release their load, and now being given a simple “No.”

I tried to maintain a smile when I answered her. “Come on Lucy. I know you enjoyed it. Why are you being such a tease?”

“Hey,” she countered. “It’s not as though I had much of a choice. I got off the horse when I was given a chance. I’m not going to blame you, but don’t try blaming me either. It’s just not a good time is all.”

Obviously, boys and girls had very different views of sex. I didn’t see how another two minutes inside of her could have hurt. If anything, I only saw that another couple of hours trying to break her bed in half would do us both good.

We politely traded comments as she stood and I tried to retain some physical connection, with a hand on her hip, a light kiss to her neck. I mostly focused on how beautiful her body was, how delicious her lips, how inviting her breasts, trying to be a little poetic and mature while letting Lucy know I couldn’t get enough of her body. Yet I think she got a lot of that from all the boys at school, and each of my verbal complements was firmly batted away with a laugh and a smile.

She did apologize again, with a hand on my arm as I pulled my pants up. She didn’t even give an absolute ‘No” when I told her I wanted to take her out the following weekend, but I still wound up bicycling home with a fully loaded dick and nowhere to shoot my wad.

As I arrived home, walking my bicycle into the back yard, I was stunned by the realization that I’d forgotten the bag of pastries. My parents and sister were in the house, probably complaining at how long I was taking to return home with their morning snack, and I’d left the bag on Lucy’s kitchen counter.

I fumed for a moment, not wanting to explain myself to my parents, then wondering if I could just return to the bakery for another few pastries. I really didn’t want to return to Lucy’s house. I felt embarrassed at having been put off by a hot classmate, essentially told that I was a lousy fuck who was too weak to hold onto her for the remaining minute needed to pump my life juices deep into her loins. It was going so well, and then I let her stand up and walk away. My face burned with the thought of returning and politely asking Lucy to return my little bag of sweets. I really didn’t want to do it, but I took a deep breath and turned around and headed back to her place. I never felt like more of a loser than then.

The rain had let up, so at least I wasn’t dripping wet as I walked up Lucy’s front steps. I went to knock, but the front door was slightly ajar. My fault, me probably not closing it fully as I left. Really should have slammed it shut while showing my anger at Lucy, but that’s me, the nice guy. Opening the door, I walked in without announcing myself, going straight to the kitchen area where I spotted my wayward bag of pastries. I looked around but didn’t see a sign of Lucy. Except for the robe. Her light green robe had been thrown on the back of the chair, probably when she walked down the hallway to her bedroom ... naked.

My mind was filled with illicit possibilities, and it didn’t require that I hold my breath to hear Lucy’s voice coming from somewhere down the hall. My shoes had been left by the front door, so it was easy to silently make my way toward the sound of her voice. A bedroom door had been left half open, allowing me to look in, through the wide crack where door joined wall, and my face flushed again as my cock went from limp to steel post.

Her words, now clear to my ears, were as dirty and lusty as the partial view I had of her. Lucy was lying back on the middle of her bed, completely naked but for a pillow she held on her chest. That blocked any view of her perfect tits and those chocolate drop nipples, but all the rest of her remained open for view. I wouldn’t have spent more than a second checking out her two high points anyway.