Chapter 3: A Rose is a Rose is a Rose

Any dreams I had of playing more naughty games with my new friends were soon trampled on by the realities of life. I didn’t see Lily or Rose for the next several days. I was busy getting ready for the new school year, and my parents had ‘volunteered’ me to take care of the grass around our new home, as well as another in the neighborhood, also owned by our landlord. As if that wasn’t enough, I was working out a lot too. My dad would have liked me to try out for the school football team, but unfortunately, my mother’s genes dominated my physical makeup. I was skinny and found it hard to put on weight, at least the muscular kind. I had tried out for football at my previous school, but I got my bell rung before I even got to play in a game. That’s when my mom stepped in and convinced my dad that contact sports were not a good idea. At least I was fast, so when I found out that Roachwood (yes, I had adopted the nickname) had a track team, I made it my goal to make the team for at least two events, which is why I had summer workouts.

I didn’t know what the girls were doing before school started. They didn’t come over to see me, and when I dared to ride my bike past their home, hoping I might see at least one of them sitting outside, no one was there. I was afraid to knock on their door. Every time I almost convinced myself to do it, I had visions of their mother, or even their truck-driving father, answering the door, and wanting to know who I was, and why I was interested in their daughters. Paranoia was a stronger motivator for me than any suppressed sexual desire.

So, I didn’t see Rose or Lily until the first day of school, when we all gathered at the bus stop. I’d been the new guy enough times to know how to behave. I stood quietly at the back of the dozen or so kids, wanting desperately to see Rose and Lily. When they showed up, they dismissed me with just a quick head nod and started chatting with the other girls at the bus stop. Like other schools I had attended, the kids were segregated; not in a racial way, but by sex. The girls gathered together like a covey of quail, and the boys stood around pretending like the girls weren’t even there. It was depressing.

During the first week of school, I started to make friends with some of the guys on our bus, so I didn’t feel as isolated. That’s one of the skills you learn when your family moves around a lot. Rose and Lily still ignored me, which I didn’t understand. Even without the sex, actual and implied, I thought we had a good thing going. Then one day during the third week of the semester, as I got off the bus, Rose stopped me. “Hey, Johnny, how do you like Roachwood?” she asked. It seemed like a strange question, since she had been ignoring me for days.

“Uh, it’s all right, I guess,” I said.

“You’ve got Mr. Hodges for Algebra, right?”

“Yeah. He’s okay, for a math teacher.”

“I have a tough time getting what Algebra is all about,” she admitted. “Not sure if it’s because of Mr. Hodges’ teaching style, or if I’m just stupid. Would you mind helping me out?”

Would I mind? Does the Pope mind being Catholic? Do lions like gazelles? Do bees like flowers?

“No, of course not. I mean ... I’ve never tried to help anybody before, but if you want...”

“Cool,” Rose said, stopping my babbling. “Can I come over to your house? I know Lily would be interrupting us if we tried our place.”

“Sure,” I said, growing more excited about spending time alone with Rose, at last. “My parents won’t be home for a couple of hours.”

Rose smiled and said, “Okay, let me go home and change, and I’ll be right over.”

By now, I had finished putting all my clothes, books, and comics up, so my room was a lot more organized, but even so, I took a few minutes to straighten the blanket on my bed and put away the book I had been reading. You would have thought I was getting ready for a Mom inspection, not a visit from a naughty girl. Even so, when Rose arrived, I decided it would be better to use our dining room table since we were doing schoolwork.

We started by sitting across from each other, which quickly became awkward since I was trying to show her how to do math problems. She moved to my side of the table, and we sat next to each other. Rose had changed into shorts and a t-shirt I hadn’t seen before. Her wonderful, long legs were right next to me, and without intending to, my leg touched hers every few seconds. I was close enough now to notice the almost invisible freckles that dotted her thighs between her tanned skin and the hem of her shorts. If it sounds like I was staring at her legs, I plead guilty. And she caught me. “Are you helping me with this equation, or staring at my legs?” she asked. I was glad to see that she was grinning.

“Uh ... both,” I confessed.

“Well, I guess that’s a small enough price to pay for your help. You want to touch them too?”

“If you don’t mind,” I said, my voice cracking like it hadn’t done since I was maybe twelve.

She grasped my wrist and put my hand on her thigh, about halfway between her knee and the hem of her shorts. It felt like I had put my hand on a live wire. It’s funny the small things that can turn a teenage boy on. “Now, can you concentrate and show me how to solve this damned equation?” she asked.

Concentrating was going to be a challenge, but I made an effort. I could smell the faint odor of what I thought might be perfume emanating from Rose, and wondered if she had applied that before school, or if she had daubed it on for my benefit. Whatever, it was making it even harder for me to keep my mind on schoolwork. I buckled down and showed her two ways to solve the equations she was stuck on. Fortunately, last year I lucked out and got a really good math teacher.

“Ahh, got it,” my student said. “How come Hodges didn’t show us that?”

“Maybe he likes for students to struggle a little before he shows you the easy way. That way, you might remember it better.”

“Why the hell do I want to remember this shit? After high school, I bet I never have to solve another equation.” She sighed and leaned back in her chair.

My hand was still resting on her warm skin, and she didn’t seem to want me to move it. That’s when I had another bolt of inspiration, like the day I had agreed to help them go shoplifting. “You wanna go see my room? It’s nice and neat now.”

“Said the spider to the fly,” she said with a laugh. “Okay, I guess it’s safe.”

We went down the hall and into my suspiciously clean room. I’m not sure what I expected to happen next. It wasn’t like I had planned this out. We stood there, as I awkwardly pointed out the shelves where I had organized my books and comics.

Rose didn’t seem to be too impressed because instead of complimenting my organizational skills, all she could say was, “You look like you’ve lost weight.”

“Yeah, I’ve been doing a lot of running.”

“Somebody chasing you?”

“No, I’m gonna try out for the track team in the Spring,” I told her.

“Me too! I started running cross-country last year and kinda liked it, so I’m gonna try it again. I guess I’m kind of a masochist.”

“A ... what?”

“Geez, Johnny, I guess English isn’t your strong point. Do you know what a sadist is?”

“Yeah, that’s somebody who likes to hurt people.”

“Well,” Rose explained, “a masochist is the other side of that. It’s somebody who enjoys being hurt, maybe even gets sexual gratification from it.”

“So, if I spanked you, you might enjoy it?” I joked.

“No, I wouldn’t, and trust me, you wouldn’t either. Don’t even think about it.”

“Where did you learn this stuff?” I asked.

“Last year. I found a book at the dump by a guy named de Sade, you know, as in sadist. It’s kind of extreme, but it was interesting.”

“Do you still have it?”

“Nope. Lily found it and started reading it, and decided it was too dirty to have in our room and threw it away.”

“Lily thought it was too dirty?” I said, laughing.

“Yeah, go figure. I think she just couldn’t understand some of the words and got jealous because I’m smarter than she is.”

“Except in math,” I said. I meant it as a joke, but Rose wasn’t smiling. I decided it was a good time to change the subject. “So, maybe we can start running together.”

“Yeah, maybe after it cools off a little. Too hot for running now.”

While we were having that discussion, we were sitting next to each other on my bed. Our shoulders were touching, and our legs. Our faces were maybe six inches apart, and I knew the moment was perfect for our first kiss. And of course, I chickened out.

I stood up, went to my bookshelf, and pulled a book out. “My uncle just sent me this last week,” I said, handing it to her.

“Ugh, it’s heavy. What is it?”

Seemed like a dumb question, since the title was right in front of her, but I was still trying to recover from my math joke. “It’s a collection of classic science fiction, from the fifties and sixties. You can read it if you want.”

“You haven’t finished it, have you?” she asked.

“Nah, but that’s all right. I have a lot of other books to catch up on.”

I was standing in front of her while she looked at the cover of the book, then she put it down next to her and said, “Are you ever going to kiss me? Isn’t that why we’re here, in your bedroom?”

There was only one right thing to do at that moment. I sat back down next to Rose, put my arm around her shoulders, and pulled her close to me. I kissed her gently, trying to contain my growing desire. The mood was broken a little when the corners of our glasses bumped. “Nerd kiss,” she said, then reached up and took hers off.

I did the same, and before I knew it, we were rolling around on my bed, in a passionate embrace that would have embarrassed the censors who controlled movies in those more innocent days. My hands were busier than termites in a lumber yard, and I felt her hand groping around in my shorts. When she found my now rock-hard dick, she latched onto it like a fisherman reeling in a prize catch. Our mouths were still locked together, swapping spit like the teenagers we were.

I worked one hand under her shirt, only to be disappointed to find that she was wearing a bra. I tried for a few seconds to slip my fingers inside that damned device, then Rose sat up, abandoning her grip on my manhood for a moment, and pulled her shirt up over her head. She quickly unclasped her bra, sparing me the embarrassment of trying to figure out how to do it. The boobs she freed were probably twice the size of Lily’s, with large, pinkish nipples that looked to be as hard as my cock.

Was this going to be the special moment I had been waiting on for a long time? Okay, maybe not that long, since I was just fifteen, but still, I didn’t want to delay any longer. I pushed my shorts and underwear down and kicked them onto the floor.

What happened next was not exactly what I wanted, but I was growing accustomed to Rose doing unexpected things —things that I found both surprising and delightful. Rose rolled over on top of me and we started kissing again. I tried to slide her shorts down, but instead she just wiggled on top of me, thwarting my efforts. If this was her way of teasing me, it was working.

She rolled over next to me and started massaging my now throbbing dick. Great, I thought, the naughty girls were hand job experts, and that appeared to be all they did. I felt silly being half-undressed, so I sat up long enough to take my shirt off. I wanted Rose to take the hint and get rid of the rest of her clothing. Silly me. Instead, she started interrogating me. “That day, when I left you alone with Lily, what happened? She gave me her version, but she tends to exaggerate.”

I had no idea what Lily had told her, so I was careful when I answered. “Uh, nothing special. She asked me about my girlfriends, my sex life, and she told me what she liked.”

“Bullshit,” Rose said, giving my now somewhat deflated dick a quick slap. “You let her jack you off, didn’t you?”

It was time to go on the offensive again. “So what if I did? It was fun, nothing serious.”

Rose wasn’t even looking at me now; she seemed lost in her thoughts. “Can we kiss some more?” I asked, hoping to save the moment.

“You know, Lily isn’t the only naughty girl. I do things with boys too. I’m just not quite as obvious about it. Want me to show you?”

Another needless rhetorical question, but I nodded yes. I had no idea what Rose was talking about, but I figured it had to be good if she was trying to compete with her sister. I was still hoping she would push those damned shorts down, but instead she bent over me and put her mouth over the tip of my cock. I think I moaned a little, but I’m not sure. The next few moments, which you would think were etched into my memory for life, but a lot of it has faded into a mishmash of unique sensations and emotions. She was sucking my dick, and I was stunned.

After Rose restored my manhood to full hardness, she started moving her head up and down. I had wondered, like most boys and young men, just what that would feel like, and the first thing I can remember is the discomfort I felt as her teeth grated against my tender skin. It wasn’t all bad, of course, and she brought me to a climax quickly. I wasn’t sure if I should warn her, but I figured this was her idea, and she seemed to know what she was doing, except for the whole teeth-on-skin thing, so I just relaxed and let it happen.

My orgasm with Lily, which left her with my semen on her chest and shirt, and which I had assumed might be the highlight of my sex life, was pushed into second place as Rose kept her lips firmly wrapped around my cock as she rubbed my throbbing shaft. Without even thinking about it, I shot my load into her mouth. She stayed frozen for a moment, maybe to make sure I was finished, then raised up and smiled at me. She must have swallowed all of my output because there were only a few white drops left on her lips. Then she leaned forward and kissed me.

I think it was kind of a test, to see if I was willing to taste my own emission after she had swallowed most of it. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, but it only seemed fair. There wasn’t much left, so the sample I got only hinted at the true taste of my cum. I think I passed whatever test Rose gave me, because she sat up and smiled at me. “You’re the first boy who had enough guts to do that.”