Chapter 7
Thank God that Tommy was there to help me to get to the kitchen. Mom burst into laughter when I finally showed up. I can't honestly say that I was walking; he was practically carrying me to my chair. I groaned loudly when I sat down. The pain radiated from my pussy like I was sitting on a bed of sharp nails. Mom fetched a soft pillow, and I sat on that. Tommy had to lift me while Mom slipped it under my butt.
"Honey, please forgive me for laughing like that at your problem. I know exactly what it is like. The same thing happened to me the first time your dad and I had a chance to sleep together, and I was laughing as much at my own feelings at that time as I was laughing at yours. It really hurts, doesn't it? Don't worry, though. The pain will go away by the time you leave for school tomorrow.
"But don't even think about having sex again before you have completely recovered, and that will take a couple of days. You don't want to take a chance on tearing and scarring your vagina wall. You are young and will have plenty of time for more sex when your vagina is not so sore. Believe me, I know from experience that you will enjoy the sex more when you don't hurt so much!"
"Okay, Mom, but it felt so good while it was going on that it doesn't seem fair that it hurts so much now. How long will it take for my vagina to toughen up so that the results are not so painful?"
"Well, that depends on a couple of things. First, you will have to take it easy for a few days to give the skin on your vagina time to heal. Second, you will have to moderate your enthusiasm for sex so that you don't overload yourself by doing too much at one time, like you did last night. Pretty soon, you will get the hang of it and not have this kind of trouble. Probably, you will be able to do it twice a day before long without hurting yourself if you space out the time between bouts.
"That brings up the other half of the program. Tommy, how do you feel?"
"I'm doing pretty good. I think that all of that exercise I got with squatting and jumping up as a catcher has given me very strong muscles. Sure, I can feel the strain on my stomach muscles, but they are no where near as sore as JJ is feeling. A rest will do me good, but I guess that I could go one time now if I really wanted to. In any case, JJ doesn't feel like it, so I don't mind the rest that gives me."
"I'm glad to hear that, but I won't think up reasons for you to run anywhere for now. I do sympathize with your soreness, too. Though I guess that the first time is easier on men than it is on women."
I ate a small breakfast, but Tommy stowed the food away like he was never going to get another bite. Where in the world does he put all of that stuff that he swallows? I think that Mom was a little surprised, too, at the amount of breakfast that he ate, though she did not say anything about it.
Tommy stayed around a little while longer, but he finally gathered up his stuff and headed home. He said that he was going to catch up on his sleep, and Mom did laugh hard again at that statement. Okay, I was jealous that he was able to walk home.
Once Tommy had left, I gave Mom a detailed description of what I could remember of last night's activities, and I thanked her profusely for setting it up for me. Her main comment was that she wanted me to know what sex was like when it was done in a safe and loving place, and not in the back seat of some car. I said, "I think that all girls should have their parents set up something like you did for me. They would be a lot better off, and I'll bet that there would be a lot fewer unwanted pregnancies if they did it this way.
"I wonder how much I should say to my friends at school about what happened last night. I guess that most of them would be so jealous that they would hate me, but it would be fun to shout from the auditorium stage that I am no longer a virgin. I'm sure that I would be called names, and the kindest would be 'slut' and 'whore.' The safest thing to do would be to keep my mouth shut, even though it will be hard to do when some girl starts spouting things about sex that I know are not true."
"Yes, Honey, you will just have to keep quiet about the whole thing. One of the things that makes Tommy such a safe sex partner is that he knows when to keep his mouth shut. He won't brag to his friends about sex with you, so we don't have to worry about that. Another boy, I might not be so sure about, but Tommy really likes you. I have confidence in him not to say things that will hurt you. Even if you don't eventually get married, I think that he will keep last night a secret."
"Oh, my God, Mom, I hadn't even thought about marriage. I'm much too young! Oh, you are teasing me! That's a dirty trick. One day, I'll get you back for that."
Well, I managed to survive the day and night, and was recovered enough to return to school. Mom assured me that I was not even walking funny, so I wasn't worried about what my friends might pick up. I looked them up on my first break, and they were not even curious about why I had missed school yesterday. Everybody was concentrating on the news that Marylou Johnstone, a senior, was pregnant. She had let the news slip, and now it was all over the school. Even the school officials would know by the end of the day. The poor girl was in a mountain of trouble. I couldn't help comparing her situation to mine, and I thanked God again for my parents. They were a little wild on some things, but they sure knew how to take care of me!
I ate lunch with Tommy, and I was back on an even keel. We talked about this and that, and that the school had a swimming team. There was no pool at the school, but there was an indoor pool at a park only a block away. The team trained there, and the team had exclusive use of the pool for one hour right after school each week-day.
Anyway, I asked at the office, and found out that they did not have a diving team. I asked some questions that the clerk could not answer, so she directed me to the swimming coach. What I found out was that he would be happy to cooperate with a diving coach if I could find a qualified volunteer. That was when I thought of Mom. I had to rush to my next class, but I would talk to her about it tonight.
Mom thought that was a great idea, and she would check with the high school diving coach to see how much the rules and techniques had changed since she was in school. It turned out that there had been almost no changes in the diving rules and techniques since Mom was active, except that the hands were now flat when contact was made with the water to cut down on the splash.
All diving at our level was from the 1 meter springboard, and that was where Mom had excelled. The same pool used by the swimming team could be used at the same time by the diving team with only a minimal amount of coordination. Mom decided to go for it, so an announcement was made in school to tell any interested kids how to register and the other details. Five kids, including Tommy and me, turned up to register for the team.
That evening at supper, Mom laughed at me when I complained about having to wear a swimsuit for diving. She pointed out that she would have to wear her full swimsuit, and she was not all that happy about it, either. She also pointed out that Tommy would have to wear diving trunks over his athletic supporter, and she was sure that he would complain, too.
Tommy and I now had a full schedule each school day. The morning and early afternoon were spent at school. That was followed by an hour of diving practice. Tommy rode home with Mom and me, so we spent and hour or so after diving with some sort of sex in my bedroom. Mom cooperated with that because she did not want us to sneak off somewhere for sex and possibly get into trouble. The only days when we missed a fucking session was when Tommy was committed to chores that he could not get out of.
Naturally, we had a 1-meter springboard at our pool, and that was what Mom had been teaching and coaching us on each summer. The other three kids, a boy and two girls, were not nearly up to our standards, but they worked at it, and Mom gave them extra attention. By the time we had our first meet, those three were good enough not to embarrass themselves. Tommy won the boys' competition, and I came in third for the girls' competition. We were all very proud of Tommy, but he insisted that it was due to all that training Mom had given him. All of the teams' parents were at our first meet, and they were proud of what all of the kids had done. Dad popped for an ice cream cone party after the meet, and I think that he was the hit of the day as far as the kids were concerned.
It was supper time by the time we got home, and dad dropped off Tommy at his house before delivering us to ours. We ate supper and I went to bed shortly afterward. Frankly, I was beat from all of the stress and tension of the diving meet. It was a lot more stressful than a baseball game because one screw up could ruin your whole day when it came to diving, but you had a chance to recover in baseball. I could see right then that I was not cut out for competitive diving.
The next day was Saturday, so I made a point of telling Mom that competitive diving and I just did not make a good mix. I would stay with the team for the rest of this season, but I didn't think that I could handle it next season. She was sympathetic and admitted that she did not find coaching as much fun as she had in competition. She, too, would stay the season, but did not know if she would be back next year. A lot of it depended on what Tommy and the other kids wanted to do.
I liked to dive, but I wanted to do it strictly as a recreation and not in competition. We had three more meets, and I would do my best in each one, but I just could not put my heart into the kind of concentration required. Oh, well, as they say, "live and learn."
The other kids were not as interested in competition as one had to be to excel at this sport. Even Tommy had lost his enthusiasm by the end of the next meet. None of us did very well in either of the last two meets, and we finished up last in our group. That killed the diving team as far as our school was concerned, and everybody was happy that so little had been invested in trying out the sport.
As it turned out, Tommy and I were glad to see the diving season end because it gave us more time for sex. We were trying all of the positions that we could get into with an edited Kama Sutra as our guide. We decided that most of the positions were for exhibitionists and not for people who were interested in the fun of the sex. In fact, I found that most of the positions did nothing for my enjoyment of sex, and Tommy generally agreed with me. We agreed that sex was for fun and not for showing off how good an acrobat or gymnast you were. Yes, it was another live and learn exercise. Tommy took the book and hid it; his plan was to give it to Sid when he eventually started masturbating.
As soon as the weather warmed up, Tommy and I went back to the hot tub. We decided to emulate what Dad and Mom normally did at the end of a session in the tub if there were no guests in attendance. Our first time was sort of a comedy of errors. The blowjob went well, but the cunnilingus was almost a disaster. I had to sit on the top lip of the tub and lean way back in order for Tommy to reach my pussy. We did make it work eventually, but it was not nearly as much fun as it was in the bed.
On the other hand, me riding Tommy's cock while he was sitting in the hot water was a lot of fun. Partly, that was because of all of the splashing that went on. We wound up making such a mess from all of the splashed water that Dad insisted that we had to find a better way to do it or to stop fucking in the hot tub. We decided to move our sex to the regular pool when the weather warmed up a bit more. In the meantime, we would just confine our sex to my bedroom.
Wonder of wonders, I put on a growth spurt at the same time Tommy did. Namely, my breasts jumped out to a B-cup, and I was ecstatic. Now I had something to show off and to let Tommy get a handful of. When it happened, I was so happy that I did not even let Mom's I-told-you-so attitude get to me. Now I was going to need some support for my tits when I bounced on the diving board.
Tommy got taller and more muscular, but the muscle I teased him about the most was the fact that he put another inch on the length of his erect cock. Now, I was able to deep-throat his cock when I gave him a blowjob. We both realized that it would have to get longer for the deep-throating to be spectacular, but at least it was now possible. Tommy and I both were thrilled when I got him into my throat for the first time. When it happened, Tommy had his hands on the back of my head, and that could have been the reason that I did not jump up and run to tell Mom the good news. However, she did congratulate me when I told her about my achievement at supper. Dad also congratulated me on my ability, but did say that he would not comment directly to Tommy unless he brought it up.
Not only was deep-throating possible, but Tommy reached farther down my vagina. I could feel that, and I felt great from it. I wondered just how much longer he could get before he started banging into my cervix. That was not something that I was looking forward to. However, Mom said that I should relax over that possibility because my vagina would lengthen some along with the other changes in my body. That was a relief.
She also told me that the stories some of the girls told about a penis penetrating a cervix were pure fantasy. She pointed out that the hole in the end of the cervix was normally tiny and only expanded during childbirth or when the doctor worked on it. Under normal circumstances, penetration of the cervix by a penis never happened, and it surely would be impossibly painful if it did happen during fucking. My mom sure knew a lot, and I was glad that she was not hesitant in telling me what she knew.
Thank God, at last the weather warmed up, and baseball was back in bloom. Tommy and I signed up, and we found out that some of the managers were vying for our services. Those were the ones who were serious about winning the city series and the ones we wanted to play for. We didn't know about that at first, but did hear about it when one of the players overheard two of the managers talking. Players were assigned to teams, and we had to take whoever we wound up with or else not play. That did mean that there was some horsetrading before the season started.
As usual, we played on Mondays and Thursdays, and it turned out that we were the home team on Thursdays. I usually pitched on Mondays with the idea that I could keep the opposing team from scoring in their half of the 9th inning. As I had said, we were playing by high school rules. That meant that I could pitch 9 innings if I were holding up to the stress. I figured that I would be because the knuckleball put so little stress on my pitching arm.
The team had a pretty good second baseman, so I didn't get much opportunity at that position when I was not pitching. I was also sometimes the DH, but that was also only an occasional assignment.
All in all, Tommy and I were looking forward to having fun with baseball this summer around sex and the swimming pool.