Chapter 45: Triple D’s

March 1979

Monday was back to the normal routine of school. Debbie Courtney, who lived across the street and had turned fourteen the last week in February, started flirting more with me on the bus each day. Debbie Vaughn, who lived just down the street, would turn fourteen on March 16th and invited me to her birthday party. And Donna Woody, who lived just down the street in the other direction, would turn fourteen on March 20th. She had made it clear what she wanted for her birthday, and in no uncertain terms said that the Debbie’s could not have me until she did!

I was amused by the cat fighting between the three girls. The three of them would try to get to the bus stop before the other, so they could sit with me. The two who were later would sit together, either in front or behind me. This morning, Donna was sitting with me and said she wanted me to come to her birthday party, which would be on the 23rd, a few days after her actual birthday. I told her I would.

Before that, though, was my sister’s twelfth birthday, which was the next day, March 13th. I had two presents for her. One was the public one, the other was one that Melanie had helped me pick out that I’d give her in private. I’d have to figure out how to do that without causing issues with mom. Maybe Thursday when my parents went to dinner.

Janet Owens joined us for lunch. I almost didn’t recognize her. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail instead of her usual look, draped over her shoulders. She had on a cute, but loose sweater and had traded her painted-on jeans for a looser fitting pair. Most importantly, she wore almost no makeup, though I could see the shine of lip gloss and the bare hint of eye shadow.

Melanie and Jennifer exchanged a look and then shook their heads. I introduced Janet to everyone, and she joined our conversation. I could tell that Mary, Ralph, and Beth were very surprised. Janet had totally dropped the airhead act, as I had suggested. It was clear that she was happy with the results. After lunch, I pulled Jennifer and Melanie aside and said that, I’d like their help in spreading the word that all the gossip about Janet was false. They agreed to try, but we all knew we were really fighting a tough battle.

Tuesday was Stephanie’s birthday celebration. I gave her my public gift, a book she had wanted. My parents gave her clothes, and she received the usual small check from our grandma. When I had been able to pull Stephanie aside, I told her that I had a present for her that I’d give her on Thursday.

On Wednesday, I talked to Joyce. She seemed to have calmed down somewhat, and I asked her if she’d like to come to dinner on Friday, March 30th. She said she would and hoped that we’d be able to talk. I told her we would. At the end of the call, neither of us said “I love you”, which confirmed that things were as bad as I thought they were. On the plus side, by Thursday, Janet had been pretty much accepted into our group.

Kellie continued to try to make inroads, but I felt she’d have to keep it up for the rest of the school year before she’d convinced me that she was sincere. Whatever she thought might happen once I accepted her friendship, I didn’t know. What I did know was that there was basically no chance I’d ever have sex with her again. I simply didn’t see any set of circumstances that would lead me to do that.

Kathy Will’s friendly behavior continued. She talked to me every chance she got, asked for help with assignments, and generally tried to be a friend. She was slowly winning me over that way, but I was sure she wanted more than friendship, and like Kellie, there was little chance of that happening. It seemed quite clear that not only did Kathy want me to screw her silly, but wanted me for a boyfriend. I doubted she’d accept anything other than an exclusive relationship, which wasn’t in the cards. I didn’t need another Becky.

I was still on the fence about Becky. I had told her that I’d see her and that I’d give her what she wanted. I was having second thoughts, but still didn’t see the harm of a last ‘goodbye fuck’ if it got her to move on. That was the problem, of course. I couldn’t be sure that she would move on. She still pined for me and still wanted me in a long-term relationship.

Thursday evening when my parents went out, I was in my room as usual. Jeff was watching TV and Stephanie snuck into my room and shut the door. I pulled out two wrapped boxes and handed them to her. She opened the larger one and gave me a questioning look as she held up a bottle of lavender body spray.

“My favorite scent!”

She smiled and set it aside. She opened the smaller package to find a jewelry box. Opening it, she took out a long chain with a heart pendant.

“Isn’t this a bit long for a necklace?” she asked.

“It’s a waist chain. It sits on your hips with the charm in the center.”

“So the tip of the heart points to my...”

“Yes!” I interrupted. “There are also some extra lengths of chain to extend it when you start to fill out.”

“Cool! Can you help me put it on?”

I took the chain from her, stood behind her and wrapped it around her waist, under her shirt. Melanie had chosen the size perfectly. Stephanie picked up the bottle of body spray and put a short blast under her shirt. She put down the bottle and came to hug me. She smelled fantastic.

“Happy birthday, Stephanie.”

“Thanks Big Bro. On my fourteenth birthday, you can give me my real gift!”

“That’s up to you, but if that’s what you want, we’ll figure it out.”

She smiled and left the room. I walked after her and pointed out she might not want to let mom see the waist chain.

“Already thought of that, Big Brother!”

On Friday evening we walked down the street to the Vaughn’s for Debbie’s party. I’d been in their house once when we’d first moved in and my parents had tried to meet all the neighbors. I was a bit surprised that my mom was letting Stephanie and me walk down the street together, but I guessed she felt two minutes wasn’t enough to corrupt Stephanie, and we were going to her friend’s house.

Debbie C and Donna were there, as well as Jim and Will, the other kids who lived on the street. I really hadn’t had any time to spend with them as busy as I was. There were also a couple of girls I didn’t know who turned out to be Debbie’s younger cousins. Dinner was Kentucky Fried chicken with mashed potatoes, coleslaw, and corn on the cob.

We sang Happy Birthday, Debbie made her secret wish, smirked at me, and then blew out the candles. Stephanie nudged me and smirked as well. Stephanie and I had gone in together to buy Debbie some tubes of lip gloss and a sweater. Stephanie had picked them out, of course. Debbie put on some of the cherry lip gloss and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and gave Stephanie a hug as thanks. I saw Donna make a face, but I didn’t respond to her at all.

After dinner, we played some games and just hung out. Debbie put on music, but nobody seemed to want to dance. The neighbor kids left around 8:00pm, leaving Debbie, Stephanie and me, and Debbie’s cousins, who were picked up around 8:30pm. We sat in the living room with Debbie just chatting when her mom came in and sat down.

Her mom had always been very friendly and seemed pretty free with what she let Debbie do. Debbie and I were talking about school when her mom interrupted.

“Debbie, did you ask him?”

“Mom!”

“I told you to go for it. He’s a good catch! You should be dating him!”

“Mom!”

Interesting. Debbie knew I was dating Jennifer.

“Well, if you don’t, I will!”

“Mom!”

I just shook my head. Stephanie was laughing, and Debbie was clearly embarrassed. When we went to leave about fifteen minutes later, her mom said, “Steve, Ted and I have an open marriage...”

I turned red and Stephanie laughed.

“Uhm, OK, Mrs. Vaughn,” I stammered.

She smiled and walked away.

“My mom is crazy,” Debbie said. “She’s not kidding, by the way. She thinks you’re cute and would do whatever you wanted.”

“She’s a bit old for me,” I said. “She has to be almost 40! I like girls closer to my age.”

“Like me?”

“For example, yes. What was that about being a good catch?”

“Mom thinks you guys are rich, so she thinks I should have sex with you so I can eventually marry you. That’s how she got my dad. She seduced him when she was 15 and he was 19. They got married four years later.”

That sounded like Becky’s plan, though without the parental encouragement.

“Crazy!” I said.

“She’s been telling me stuff like that since I was twelve.”

“About me?”

“Mostly, but there’s been other guys occasionally, too.”

“Crazy!”

“Yeah, I’m not interested in getting married any time soon! And I know you have a girlfriend, so I don’t think it would work, anyway.”

“That’s true, though my girlfriend is very understanding.”

“You mean she’d let you?”

I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her lips parted, and I pressed my tongue into her mouth. We kissed for a minute and then I let her go.

“Yes.”

“Wow. I thought it was like impossible. And Donna threatened to beat the crap out of me if I did anything with you before her. I thought she was kidding when she said you were going to take her virginity given I’ve seen you with Jennifer.”

“I have permission from Jennifer to mess around if I want. We’re not exclusive yet, but we probably will be when I get back from Sweden.”

“So I need to get you now if I want you?”

“Yeah.”

She smiled, and I gave her a quick kiss and Stephanie and I walked home.

“She’ll fuck you for sure, Big Bro. Just like Donna will, and the other Debbie for sure, too. I’d say you’re going to have a lot of fun in the next few days.”

“You’re bad, Squirt, you know that?”

“Yep!”

I shook my head.

“What about Debbie’s mom?” she asked with a smirk.

“No, Squirt. I like girls around my age.”

“You never know, she might be a lot of fun!” she said with another smirk.

I just shook my head.

On Saturday, I worked, and Jennifer joined me for lunch. That afternoon, Andreas and I discussed when I would like to stop working given I’d be leaving in July. I told him I’d really like to stop at the end of the school year. That worked for him because he’d be able to offer a kid a job for the entire Summer. We agreed that May 26th would be my last day.

Jennifer and I had our date at her house and spent time with her parents. We ended up just cuddling that night, not going up to her room.

On Sunday morning, I worked to modify the computer dating program for the brothel. It was mostly straightforward, but I ran into a few problems that took me most of the morning to sort out. I wrote that program on the TRS-80 because it was far less expensive equipment. Beth and I worked on a few issues that Doctor Grossi had told me about and we prepared some floppies with the fixes. I’d give them to Larry on Monday and he’d take them over to his uncle’s office. As usual, Beth and I chatted while we were working.

“Brent needs some serious training!” Beth complained.

“Well, then you’ll just have to take the lead. Quit being the computer nerd and be more aggressive!”

“It’s not my style; you know that.”

“I do. But if Brent isn’t doing what you need, you’re going to have to tell him.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Sure you can. I remember you saying, and I quote, ‘I almost never cum from fucking. Go ahead and cum and then use your mouth to bring me off.’ That sounds like telling me what to do!”

She giggled, “I guess you’re right.”

“So show him how to do what we figured out and have fun!”

“Maybe I could use a refresher course,” she giggled.

“You know better.”

She pouted at me but went back to writing code. Her big news was that she had finished Driver’s Ed and was getting her license next week. I had decided I wasn’t going to bother getting mine until I came back from Sweden because YFU completely prohibited driving while on the exchange program.

We ended early because I had a YFU dinner that evening with Mrs. Seime and two other kids from Cincinnati going to Scandinavia. We’d all be traveling on the same charter flight to Stockholm and they would head from there to Norway and Denmark, respectively. She confirmed that we all had our passports, and that we had applied for our residence visas. I had mailed my passport to the Swedish Consulate in Chicago to get the visa and expected it back any day now.

Two interesting things happened on Monday. First, Debbie V asked me to come to her house after school on Tuesday. She was cagey about it, making sure that Donna didn’t hear. That told me exactly what was going on. And I’d keep my mouth shut about it, too!

The second thing was I received a letter from Lars Andersson saying that he had spoken with Stig Olsen and arranged for me to stay with them my first night in Sweden. They would meet me at the airport, take me to their apartment, we’d visit Birgit, and then the next morning they would put me on a train to wherever I was headed, or if it was in the Stockholm area, drive me there.

Tuesday afternoon was gorgeous. The temperature was in the low 60s and there was no wind. I told my mom I was going out on my bike and would be back for dinner.

“Don’t you dare go to that Harrison girl’s house! Do you hear me?”

“Mom, I promise I will not go to Mary’s house.”

I had a different destination, and she had no clue! She had actually backed-off a tiny bit. I suspected that was Dad’s doing, but I didn’t think she’d ever treat me reasonably. And there was still something about her smug statement that I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was.

I got my bike from the garage and pedaled the half-mile or so down the street to Debbie’s house. I rang the bell. When she answered, I asked if I could put my bike in the garage and she went around to open it. I stashed the bike, and she shut the garage door.

“Mom and Dad are at work. They’ll be home in a couple of hours, but that’s not really a problem because I pretty much have permission to do this anytime I want. I actually wanted you to come over when my mom wasn’t here, because she seems so interested in you!”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I have no interest in your mom at all.”

“Good!” she giggled.

She led me to her room and shut the door. Her bed looked strange, and she saw my confused look.

“It’s a waterbed! Mom and Dad have one, so does my little sister, Tracy.”

“I’ve never even been on a waterbed. What’s it like?”

“It’s pretty cool. Really warm in the Winter because it has a heater, and it’s super comfortable.”

“Doesn’t it slosh around?”

“No, it’s got these things inside that keep the water mostly calm.”

Well, this would be a new experience for me.

“My mom put me on the Pill when I was twelve and got my period. She basically told me that at that point, I could do this whenever I was ready. I’m ready today!”

“Donna is going to be pissed if she finds out, you know?”

“Too bad. She’s not fourteen yet, I am! I know what you told her!”

“You seem to have a plan,” I said.

“I do. Let’s get our clothes off and get in bed. I want to have sex!”

I laughed and started taking my clothes off. She did the same.

Debbie had brown eyes, and long, straight, dark brown hair that hung halfway down her back. She had filled out over the last year and had firm, round, moderately sized breasts with light brown areolae and darker brown nipples revealed when she removed her black lace bra. She took off her black lace panties, and I saw a small, tangled patch of dark brown pubic hair. She had a nice, compact body with nice curves.

She climbed into the waterbed and I followed suit. She pulled the comforter over us. It was an odd feeling. I slept on a regular mattress and I kind of sunk into the waterbed and I could feel the water move when I moved.

“How do you sleep on this with the water moving?”

“You get used to it.”

We scooted to the center and began kissing. She tasted of cherry lip gloss. It was clear she had kissed before and as our tongues tangled, our excitement level rose. I ran my hands along her side and cupped her firm butt cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. I slid my hand back up her side and back down to squeeze her butt, repeating this motion several times.

I gently pushed her from her side to her back and kissed her neck, then her shoulders. I kissed the tops of her breasts, then kissed down to the areola of one and repeated the motion for the other. I planted a gentle kiss on her nipple, causing her to shudder. I kissed the other nipple, then took it into my mouth, gently sucking on it. I swirled my tongue around the nipple as I sucked on it, causing Debbie to moan and put her hand on my head and press me harder into her chest.

I released her, then repeated the action on her other breast for about a minute. I began kissing her stomach, planted several kisses on her pubic hair, and then kissed my way down her large, puffy labia.

“Ohh! That feels nice!”

When I had kissed all the way down, I gently pressed my tongue between her lips and gently dragged it from the bottom to the top, flicking her clit when I reached it, causing her to shudder again. She tasted wonderful. I repeated the motion several times, each time flicking her clit with my tongue. On the last one, I probed for a hymen and found nothing. I moved on top of her and positioned my dick.

“God, I’m so hot right now!” Debbie gasped.

She wrapped her legs around mine, then wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me to her for several kisses. My dick was pressing against her pussy and she ground herself into me. I pushed up a bit with one arm, reached down, and rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit. I found the right spot and slowly pressed in. As my exploration had shown, there was no barrier, and she was wet enough that I easily slid all the way in, then lowered myself onto her.

“God, I feel full. That thing is huge!”

I kissed her and then began gentle thrusts.

“That feels so good, a little bit harder and faster, please.”

I increased my tempo and noticed that the bed moved with us. The movement of the water caused our bodies to shift and move in small ways, creating a unique feeling. Her nipples would drag slightly across my chest when I thrust into her and then move back when I pulled out. Each movement created unique feelings.

Debbie only moved her hips slightly, which allowed the motion of the bed to affect how my dick touched her and how our bodies met. I paused between each thrust to grind against her, which generated a new motion in the bed that helped increase our pleasure. I really liked this waterbed!

Debbie started grinding harder against me when I thrust deeply into her, and her breathing grew ragged. She gasped, pressed hard against me, pulled me tight with her arms and legs, and groaned as her body shuddered. I felt her pussy contract around my dick and continued stroking through her orgasm. I didn’t wait for her to recover, and continued thrusting and grinding.

Debbie began raising her hips to meet my thrusts, clutching me as hard as she could with arms and legs. She moaned and began humping hard against me. She arched her back, groaned loudly and her pussy spasmed hard. I thrust a few more times into her and groaned as I came, shooting jet after jet deep into her pussy. She relaxed her legs but continued to hug me.

“I shouldn’t have waited this long!”

I didn’t think there was an appropriate answer, so I stayed quiet.

“It’s too bad you aren’t looking for a girlfriend,” she said. “If you and Jennifer break up, I want you!”

Shades of Erin, but the tone wasn’t the same. This was more playful, lighthearted.

“You can come over any day after school if you want to do this again!” she offered.

“Want to play some more now?” I asked.

“No, just stay with me for a bit, OK?”

I moved off of her and pulled her to me. She put her head on my chest and I held her tightly. We cuddled for about 20 minutes and I asked if she wanted to shower together before I left. She quickly agreed. We walked to the bathroom, and she turned on the water. When the temperature was right, we stepped in and took turns washing each other. She giggled most of the time. When we finished, she turned off the water, and we dried each other. We went back to her room and dressed. She gave me a kiss and reminded me I could come any day after school.

I got my bike from the garage, she kissed me again and I pedaled home. Stephanie was there to greet me.

“That didn’t take long!”

“Not every girl wants to screw for hours her first time, Stephanie! In fact, for most of the virgins I’ve been with, it’s only been once their first time.”

“With me, you better be ready to do it all night.”

“Whatever you say, Squirt,” I grinned. “Whatever you say.”

“And don’t you forget it!”

We both laughed.

After dinner, I worked on the programs for Andreas. I had solved most of the issues and would be ready to demonstrate it for him on Saturday. I called Joyce again to talk. She seemed more relaxed, and this call ended with both of us saying ‘I love you’ to each other. But even with that, it still didn’t feel right. I still wanted to take her to Prom, but I didn’t have an answer for her. Well, not one that would resolve the issues. I certainly hadn’t figured anything out about myself.

On Wednesday, I told Mom I was going out on my bike and visited Debbie V for a repeat. The waterbed alone would have brought me back, but she was fun and non-demanding. I did mention finding a boyfriend because I’d be gone in a few months and it was very unlikely I’d break up with Jennifer any time soon.

On Thursday, I was ready to do the same when Debbie C stopped me as I pedaled up the driveway. She was standing in her driveway just across the street and called me over.

“I heard from Debbie what you guys were doing. Can I have my turn? I know Donna said we had to wait, but if you did it with Debbie, you can do it with me.”

“Your turn, Debbie?”

“Yeah. Debbie, Donna, and I all argued over who got you first. I don’t want to be last!”

“You argued over me?”

“Yeah. Once you told Donna you would do what she wanted, Debbie and I decided we wanted it, too. We’d all lose our cherries. Stephanie told us you’d do it if we asked. So I’m asking!”

Stephanie! I needed to have a chat with her about promising that I would do things. That said, Debbie was super cute, and I didn’t really have any objection. I hadn’t told the other Debbie I was coming over, so it wouldn’t cause a problem. I just hoped they kept their mouths shut to Donna about it. Well, at least until after she got her turn.

“OK. Where? We can’t go to my house.”

“My house. Mom’s gone and my sister is with her.”

I looked back to make sure nobody was looking from the house and walked my bike up Debbie’s driveway. I parked the bike next to the garage, where it couldn’t be seen from the street. She grabbed my hand and led me inside. I followed her down to the basement. She led me to a couch where she basically tackled me.

I was on my back on the couch and she was on top of me, kissing furiously. I kissed back and grabbed her butt, pulling her tight into me. She stopped kissing me and unbuttoned my polo and roughly pulled it off of me. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them and yanked them and my underwear off.

“Ohh, it’s huge!” she squealed.

“Birth control?” I gasped.

She pulled out a rubber from her pocket and handed it to me. That’s what I called prepared! I ripped open the package and put it on.

Debbie shed her clothing with a few swift moves and straddled me. She grabbed my dick, rubbed it along her pussy, which was surprisingly wet, and found the spot. She kissed me and then sat down hard, taking about half my dick into her, shredding her hymen.

“Ow!” she gasped.

She took a deep breath, then pushed down hard to take me the rest of the way. I’d never been with anyone so aggressive their first time. She bent over and French kissed me and started humping up and down. I grabbed her waist and basically held on for dear life as she rode me hard. Her kisses became more frantic and her movements even wilder.

“Eeeeeyyyaahh!” she squealed and ground herself into me.

Her pussy contracted around me, and she continued grinding and humping until I groaned and came hard, filling the rubber with my cum. She collapsed on me, still impaled on my dick.

“Debbie, wow, what got into you?”

“You!” she giggled, “I’ve been waiting to do it for months. I was so hot I just had to get it in me and do it. It felt great, but I’m kinda sore, too.”

“Yeah, usually I would suggest gentle for your first time! And some foreplay first.”

“No, I had to get it in me. I couldn’t wait!”

“Are you going to be OK?”

“Yeah, it’s not as bad now, but I think I need to wait a few days before I do this again.”

I grasped the condom, and she carefully lifted off of me. I hadn’t gotten a look at her before things went so fast. She had nice medium sized breasts, dirty-blonde pubic hair that matched her shoulder-length hair, and a good figure, though she was kind of thin. I noticed a bit of blood on her inner thighs and some on the condom.

I stripped off the condom, grabbed the wrapper, and flushed them down the toilet in the basement. We both dressed, and she led me back upstairs. She kissed me and I got on my bike and pedaled down the street. I rode for about fifteen minutes and then went back home. I put my bike away and took a quick shower to wash off the evidence of sex. The last thing I needed was Mom having a reason to come after me.

I dressed and worked on the computer until dinner. I was testing my matching program and adding a feature I thought they would like — keeping track of which girls had been with which men. It was simple to add, and I got it working after eating dinner. I called Andreas and told him I was ready to demonstrate the program. He said he could pick me up on Saturday so I could bring the computer. We’d go to the house and demonstrate it there. Kim would take care of the deli while we were gone.

After dinner on Friday, Stephanie and I walked down to the end of Overlook to Donna’s house. It was on a cul-de-sac with two other small houses that had been there long before the much larger houses like ours had been built. These were houses Mr. Courtney called ‘hillbilly shacks’. They weren’t bad, just small and relatively inexpensively built. My guess is they were from the 1950s.

We knocked on the door and Donna opened it and let us in. There was nobody else there at all that I could see.

Donna laughed, “It’s a very private party! My parents are out and my sister is with them!”

I shook my head and Stephanie giggled. It was clear my sister knew about the plan. Donna took us to the kitchen, where I saw a small cake with a single candle on it. She lit it and Stephanie and I sang Happy Birthday to her.

“I wish for Steve to fuck my brains out!” Donna said with a huge grin.

And then she blew out the candle. Stephanie and I both laughed.

Donna served us cake and vanilla ice cream and handed us each a Coke. After the ice cream, we handed Donna her present. It was a sweater and cherry lip gloss. The sweater was a different style than the one we had bought Debbie V. Stephanie had picked these presents as well.

Stephanie giggled, “OK, Big Bro, give her the present she really wants. I’ll watch TV!”

Donna took me to her room. I shut and locked the door to avoid any sisterly entanglements. As bold as Stephanie was these days, I wouldn’t put it past her to come into the room. Donna flipped on the light switch, turned on her radio, and turned up the volume.

She turned to me and said, “Strip!”

I chuckled and took off my clothes. She removed hers as well. Donna had a knockout body. She was about 5’6”, with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair that curled severely outward at the bottom, relatively small but firm breasts with pink areolae and nipples. Donna had a flat stomach and a few wisps of blonde pubic hair.

I had been turned-on from before we walked into the room, so I was mostly erect.

“It’s big! That’s good! Come on, let’s get into bed!”

We get into her bed and started kissing. She tasted like cherry.

“Cherry lips, cherry pussy!” she giggled.

She kissed me again, then kissed my chest, licking my left nipple. She sucked gently on it and continued kissing down my stomach. She was aggressive, but not like Debbie C, who was almost violent. Donna had been waiting for this for over a year, and she was going to have me her way.

She took my dick in her hand and held it up, looking at it. She planted a few small kisses on the tip, then turned her head to look me in the eye. She gave a big smile, then turned back, opened her mouth and slowly engulfed me. She kept going until the glans touched the back of her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nose and kept going. She had me completely in her mouth!

She slowly lifted her head and released my dick, and looked at me.

“Like that? I practiced with a carrot so I could do that for you!”

“That was amazing!” I breathed.

“Just wait!” she giggled.

She opened her mouth and took me in again, her lips reaching the base of my dick. When she lifted up, she slid her tongue side-to-side until she had just the head in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and sucked gently. She lowered her head again, taking me fully. Her hand cupped my balls, and she lifted up again to swirl her head around the glans and suck. She did this several times and then began bobbing her head, taking me about halfway in and massaging my balls.

She knew she had me. She kept just the head in her mouth, swirled her tongue, sucked hard, and squeezed my balls. I groaned and exploded into her mouth. She swallowed every spurt and sucked me dry. One last time, she lowered her head and took me completely in and slowly released me.

She got out of bed and went towards the door.

“Come back here!” I said.

“I need to rinse my mouth,” she said.

“No! Come back here first.”

She walked over to me and I pulled her on top of me and kissed her. I pushed my tongue through her closed lips. A couple of seconds later she was fighting my tongue, trying to chase it back into my mouth. I allowed her to do so, and we kissed back and forth like that for a couple of minutes. She broke the kiss.

“Whoa!”

“That was my way of saying ‘Thank you’ for an amazing blowjob!”

“How long do you need before you can fuck me?”

“Fifteen minutes at the most. Let’s cuddle.”

We got under the sheets and I held her against me. We kissed from time to time but mostly just lay silently holding each other. After about ten minutes she sat up and looked at me.

“Steve, I wanted to be on the Pill but I couldn’t.”

“I have rubbers with me.”

“No. The first time has to be without a rubber. I don’t want to feel a rubber. I want to feel you.”

“Donna, that’s dangerous.”

“I know. I really want to feel your sperm in me, but I know that’s really bad. Just take my cherry. Please? Then you can put on the rubber, OK?”

I thought about it. It was risky, but I had done that with Mary several times. I could do it for her.

“OK, Donna. I can do that.”

She smiled and kissed me hard. I grabbed a rubber from my pants, put it on the nightstand, and got back into bed.

“Let me get you hard!” she said.

I loved her enthusiasm. I knew she had a crush on me, and it was risky to have sex with her, but I had promised. I hoped she could handle it. She quickly sucked me hard and crawled up next to me. We kissed, and I pushed her on her back. I moved my head down to lick her nipples, first the left then the right.

“Ooooh! Those are so sensitive!” she said as she shuddered.

I gave each one a small suck and quickly kissed down her stomach, past the sparse pubic hair to her swollen labia, already glistening with her juices. I licked hard from bottom to top and she moaned and shuddered again.

“Yes, right there, at the top!”

I gently licked her clit. She grabbed my head with both hands and mashed my face into her pussy. I put my lips around her clit and sucked hard. She bucked her hips hard.

“Uuunnnnnggghhh!” she groaned as she came.

I parted her labia with my tongue and probed for her opening. I found her cherry, and it didn’t seem like it was more than a thin membrane. She didn’t flinch when I touched it with my tongue. I licked her a few more times and moved on top of her, my dick resting against her engorged labia. Gentle pressure split them and the tip of my dick came in contact with her cherry.

“Steve, I’ve been waiting since the day I met you for you to do this. Take my cherry, please.”

I thrust forward gently and tore through with ease.

“Yessssss!” she sighed. “Get it all the way in and stop, OK?”

I pushed forward until our pubic hair met and kissed her deeply. She hugged me and wrapped her arms and legs around me and just held me.

“Steve, just fuck me, please. Don’t worry about it. I won’t get pregnant. If I do, I will take care of the problem. I have to have you, please!”

“Donna, no!”

“Steve, listen to me, it feels so good. Just please fuck me, please!”

My will and resolve were breaking. It felt so good being in her that I was sorely tempted to do what she wanted.

“Donna, I’ll give you a few strokes, maybe a minute, but then I’m putting on the rubber. I have to.”

She nodded and moved her legs so that her calves were on my thighs.

I began slowly stroking in and out, feeling the wonderful sensation of her pussy on my dick. She was meeting each gentle thrust by raising her hips to meet me. I felt totally in control so I continued thrusting with the slow rhythm. I could feel ripples in her pussy that told me she was close. I continued the same pace and twisted to flick her nipple with my tongue. That was enough to set her off. She groaned loudly and her body shook, her pussy grasping and releasing my dick.

When her orgasm finished, I pulled out. She whimpered but let go of me. I quickly ripped open the package, extracted the rubber and rolled it on. I got back on top of her and sank back in.

“Ahhh!”

She hugged me tight and wrapped her legs around my butt.

“Now, Steve, just fuck me hard, OK?”

I withdrew and kissed her hard, then quickly pushed deep into her. I withdrew and did it again. The third time she shoved her hips hard upwards to meet me. We established a good rhythm and a sheen of sweat began to form on both our bodies. She was grunting now with every thrust and I was beginning to pant. I knew I was getting close and so was she. I pushed deep and ground against her then thrust several times, then ground against her. I did it again, but this time I broke the kiss and nipped her nipple. She came hard.

“Uuuuuunnnnggggghhhh!” she groaned loudly. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I continued thrusting into her through the orgasm as her entire body shook. A few seconds later I felt the urge building, and I pumped as hard as I could into her groaning and filling the rubber with spurt after spurt. I kissed her gently several times then grasping the rubber I pulled out. I took it off and wrapped it in a couple of tissues from a box on her bookshelf.

I got back into bed and pulled her to me. We cuddled and kissed for a few minutes.

“Happy birthday, Donna!”

“Thanks for the best present in the world!”

“You’re welcome!”

She sat up and I took that as an indication we were done.

“Donna, can I take a quick shower? I don’t want to smell like you when I get home, even though you smell great!”

“Sure. Can I join you?” she giggled.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I followed her out the door to the bathroom. She turned on the water, and we climbed in. She quickly soaped me and helped me rinse off and I did the same for her. We got out and dried each other and then walked back to her room. I wasn’t surprised to see Stephanie standing in the hall getting her eyes full.

“Very nice, both of you!” she smirked.

I said nothing and Donna giggled. We went back into her room and dressed. I didn’t bother closing the door. Donna gave me a kiss and walked us to the door.

“Thanks again for coming you, two! And Steve, thanks for the best present in the world!”

Stephanie and I walked out and up the street.

“She’s been planning this for over a year, Big Bro. She was really mad she couldn’t get birth control pills. But it sounded like it went just as she had planned.”

“Yeah, it was pretty good. I’m just a bit worried about the crush.”

“Don’t be. She knows you’re with Jennifer and that this was, I don’t know, a special favor. She probably won’t even ask you again unless you and Jennifer break up. She seems to have your attitude. Well, except for this. But you promised, and she was going to collect.”

“Speaking of promises, you need to stop promising me to girls. Debbie C said you told her I would do it. Please don’t do that, OK?”

“Was it that bad, Big Bro?”

“No, it was good. Very different. She was super aggressive. But it’s not about good, it’s about me being in control. So, no more. OK? You have to ask me first and I have to agree. Or better, tell me if someone is interested and let me decide. OK?”

“Yes, Steve.”

We reached the house and went inside. It was only about 9:30pm so I went to make sure the computer was packed up for the morning. I read, wrote a couple of sentences in my journal and then went to sleep.