Chapter 4

Alison opened the trunk of the car and pulled out a large blanket and handed me a small ice chest. She spread the blanket in the middle of the small clearing and then handed me a soda from the chest, taking a seat on the blanket.

“Brigit showed me this place a couple of weeks ago. The little creek down there has a nice pool where you can swim during the summer, and she says almost no one ever comes out here. She wanted me to know where this place was, because she was bringing a date out here. Safety, you know? When I told her I wanted to bring you here, she just told me to have a good time.”

Alison was looking up at the stars, her face was flushed and she seemed to be avoiding my gaze.

I reached over and slipped my hand behind her head, drawing her to me and pressing my lips against hers. Our kiss started slow, soft and sensual, but it quickly escalated.

Soon, I was laying on my back and Alison was laying on top of me, her long form slanted off to one side but her chest pressed against mine. I could feel her hard nipples boring holes in my chest and, when she rubbed her hand against my groin, I groaned.

I pushed on her shoulder so she rolled to her back and held out her arms to me. I leaned down, kissing her lips, her chin, her eyes. I nibbled on her jaw line, then kissed her neck, trailing soft kisses, and even softer licks, until I reached her collar bone. Her breath was coming faster and her hands were roaming over my back.

She slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulder and folded down the top of her dress, revealing her breasts and those hard nipples I had been feeling.

I lowered my face and let my tongue flick out, teasing her nipple. I kissed all around her breast, working my way back and then took her nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking. I felt her hand on the back of my head, holding me tight to her and, when I took her nipple between my teeth, she moaned and arched her back.

I moved to the other breast, repeating the same pattern, but used my left hand to massage and tweak the first one. As I licked and nibbled her nipple, she arched her back again and shivered, her whole body twitching.

“Oh my god, Dave, I just came!” Her voice was filled with wonder, and not a little lust. She put both hands against my chest and pushed me back, her eyes searching mine.

“Dave, we can’t have sex. Not all the way, I am not ready, okay?” She looked worried, like she feared I would insist.

“Alison, we can do, or not do, whatever you want. We will move at whatever speed you want. If you need to, we can stop right now. I would never push you to do anything you weren’t ready for.” I reassured her.

“I guess I knew that, but I have never let a boy touch me, and definitely never let a boy suck on my little nipples!” she giggled and softly touched my cheek. “I want to do all of those things that I hear about, but I am just not ready for you to make love to me. Can we? I don’t want to tease you, but I am so damn horny and I want you to touch me everywhere.”

“I want to taste you, to touch you and have you touch me but I promise to stop if you say no, and I won’t try to convince you.”

She pulled me down and latched her lips on to mine, her hand going straight to my cock and rubbing, grinding her pussy against my leg.

When we came up for air again, she whispered in my ear.

“Will you lick me? I am so wet, so hot and I have been dreaming about your tongue in my pussy.”

I kissed lightly, and then slowly worked my way down her body, I paused to love each of her breasts again, and then paused to slowly stick my tongue in her belly button, laughing when she squirmed. Her hands were on my shoulders, urging me lower.

I lifted the hem if her dress and drank in the sight of her long legs. She was wearing white panties, but they were mostly lace and I could see a large wet spot and smell her desire. It was a total head rush, that scent, seeming to grab something inside of me, something primal.

I reached up and pulled down her panties, my eyes glued to the sparse covering of pubic hair. As I pulled them lower, I could see her lips, red and puffy, her juices glistening in the moonlight. I set her panties aside and started kissing my way up her leg, reveling in the smooth skin.

When I got close, I let my tongue taste every part of her, especially loving that smooth skin in the crease where her leg met her groin. Then I let my tongue flick out, gathering a few drops of her dew and savoring the sweet taste. I could feel her shiver and my breath made her pubic hair gently wave.

I lowered myself down and urged her thighs apart, parting her lips with my tongue and I gathered as much of her fluid as I could. I kissed and sucked on her lips, letting my tongue part them and delve inside. I ran my tongue up the folds to where her clitoris was supposed to be and found the little bump. I knew I was in the right place because her whole body shook, her back arching and a low moan reached my ears.

Her hands were on my head urging me onward. I licked again, from as far down as I could until I hit her clit again, and her moans just got louder.

When I stiffened my tongue and thrust it inside, she gave a little scream and began moving her hips, grinding her pussy against my face. I thrust my tongue inside of her again, and then flicked her clit, thrust, flick.

She was holding my head, pushing against her pussy and grinding her hips.

“Dave, god ... oh god, lick me, lick me!” she was chanting and I thought she was close to another orgasm.

I was using every trick I could remember reading about, and when I sucked her clit in between my lips and lashed it with my tongue, her thighs clamped together, holding me in place and her hips seemed to have a mind of their own. She began to shake and shiver, and I could hear her cries of pleasure, even though her things were clamped around my ears.

With a jerk, she pushed me away, shoving my head away from her pussy with one hand and covering up with the other.

“No no no no no more! OH my fucking god, that was ... oh, it’s so sensitive. That was so good, baby, so fucking good!” she moaned, latching on to my hair and dragging me up her body.

She kissed me, devouring me. She licked her juices off my face and wrapped her legs around me, still shivering.

When she finally relaxed, she collapsed backwards on the ground, breathing hard. The she giggled, and began to laugh.

“Holy shit! That was so much better than I imagined. Did you ... I mean, was it okay, did you like it?” she sounded a little hesitant.

“I loved it. I have never enjoyed anything so much in my entire life. I would spend the rest of my life down there, worshiping you if you would let me.” I replied, licking my lips suggestively.

“Besides, you taste wonderful and you can’t tell me you don’t agree, after cleanup like that!”

She blushed and giggled. “I was just so turned on, I had to taste it ... but now it is my turn. I have been wanting to see it ... wanting to touch it, ever since the party. Can I?”

“Of course! You don’t have to, but I would love it.” I replied happily.

Alison pushed me flat on my back and attacked my belt and trouser button, practically ripping my pants down. She paused, smiling up at me, as she ran her fingers down the bulge in my underwear, licking her lips and winking.

She slowly pulled the front of my underwear out to clear my erection, then slid them down my legs. She lay down, sideways to me, and let her fingers graze the shaft, sucking in a breath.

“It is so warm!” She wrapped her fingers around it and giggled again, licking her lips.

“It is hard, but soft, that is really weird. Yours is the first I have ever seen.” she admitted, almost whispering. Her thumb curled over the head, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there, and she smeared it over the top, softly murmuring. She seemed to be talking to herself, but low enough I couldn’t hear her. It was strangely erotic.

I propped myself up on my elbows to watch and shivered when she bent down and licked the head, tasting, testing.

She looked sideways at me, seeming hesitant. “How do I do this? You have to tell me, I want to make you feel as good as you made it for me.”

“Just stroke the shaft, let your hand run up to the head. That spot just under the head is so sensitive, it is kind of like that sweet little clit of yours. You can play with my balls, but be very soft with them, they are sensitive too, but not in the same way.”I had to chuckle when she rolled her eyes. I don’t think there was a girl alive that didn’t know how to cripple a man with a well-placed knee.

“You can lick it, if you want, but you don’t have to.”

Her right hand was slowly stroking me. Her hands were much bigger than Crystal’s, and even though her fingers couldn’t reach all the way around, it felt fantastic. Her left hand was gently stroking my balls, and the feeling was sending shivers through me. When she rubbed her thumb over that sensitive spot on the frenulum, my cock twitched and she jumped, giggling.

“It’s alive!” she whispered, and kissed the head. Her warm lips were heavenly and, when she started wrapping her tongue around the head, I could feel my orgasm getting close. I fought it, trying to hold it back and, with a lot of concentration was successful. Probably not for long though!

Alison smiled, then opened her mouth and let the head of my cock slip inside. She was able to take several inches into her mouth, her tongue still working and lashing me, and I swear I saw stars.

“Alison, baby, I am close!” I warned, trying to not hunch my hips, trying to keep from driving my cock deeper in her mouth.

She looked up at me, my cock still in her mouth, and began to bob her head, her hand stroking the shaft in perfect sync. She was sucking and I would swear to god she was drawing the cum from deep inside, pulling it out.

“I am ... I...” I sputtered, feeling my orgasm wash over me, my seed boiling up. The first spurt caught her with my cock as deep in her mouth as she could get it, splashing off her tonsils and making her gag a bit.

She pulled back until just the head was still between her lips and she sucked softly. The second, third and fourth jets filled her mouth and I saw her swallow. She kept sucking and lashing my cock with her tongue until I thought I would go crazy and hand to pull back, had to push her way.

“Too much, too sensitive ... oh my god, Alison! That was ... oh god, that was awesome!” I sputtered, shivering as she licked my shaft over and over.

“That wasn’t bad, kind of salty. Brigit said I should swallow, that you would like it.” she said, smiling up at me. She looked truly happy, very pleased with herself.

“Come up here, baby. Come and cuddle with me.” I said, pulling on her arm. I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips, but found I didn’t care. If she could kiss me after eating her, it seemed only fair.

Alison lay her head on my shoulder, her bare breast hot on my chest, and I felt her shiver as I lazily teased her nipple with my thumb.

“Can we do this again ... soon?” Alison asked, snuggling closer.

“Hell, baby, we could do it again in a few minutes if you want!” I laughed, holding her close.

“Really?” she sounded surprised, but pleased. “I want to do that sixty-nine thing, but I think I better be on top.” she said, looking thoughtful. “I don’t think I want you driving that monster into my throat.”

I just laughed, trying to imagine how angry she would be. “I wouldn’t dare!”

She climbed on top of me, straddling my head and my cock started to grow with her first lick.

We managed three more times each that evening, much to my surprise and my great pleasure. By the third time, we had both learned a lot from each other and that last orgasm, while slow and loving, was the most spectacular, and the most fulfilling.

As we lay there, exhausted and sipping our drinks, I couldn’t help but hold her tight.

“We are going to make love, you know.” Alison said softly. “I am not quite ready for that yet, but I know it. I want to feel you inside of me, and not just your finger like that last time. Oh my god, where did you learn that, anyway? About that spot?”

“Um ... the internet.” I admitted, chuckling.

“Gotta love technology.” she agreed.

“As for making love, baby, I can’t imagine how good it would be, but I could go my whole life just doing this with you and I would be just fine. When you are ready, you just tell me, don’t rush.” I told her, kissing her on the forehead.

“I’m just scared, I guess. I asked Mom to let me get on birth control, and she actually cried. She said she had been waiting for me to ask, and that she didn’t want me to have sex at all, but she was glad I was thinking about it before I rushed into anything. How funny is that?”

“The older we get, the smarter our parents get.” I joked.

“Yeah, right? But ... I know it is, well, too soon, but I am head over heels in love with you, Dave. I want you to be my first and my only. Does that make me sound like a silly little girl?” she asked softly.

“Alison, I love you too. I wasn’t sure what love was, not really. I guess it makes sense, I am only fourteen, but when you were gone on vacation, I spent all my time thinking about you. My heart, my chest, my head, they all hurt, wanting you to hurry back. But it is not just this...” I said, letting my fingertips trail down her hip. “I love talking to you, just being with you. I love holding you and watching you and the way you smell, the way your lips taste. Is that love? I think so...”

Alison didn’t answer, she just lifted her lips to mine and kissed me so sweetly.

School started Monday and I was a freshman. The high school was much different from the middle school. We had eight periods, if you included lunch, and we change rooms, and changed groups, with each one. In middle school we had changed rooms several times a day, but we had stuck together. We would go from one room to the next, always with the same group of students.

In high school, we almost all had different schedules, and I wasn’t in a single class with Alison, of course. Alison was a junior this year, and she was already taking pre-college classes. She was enrolled in several AP courses, advanced placement for students who were more advanced than average. She had AP Calculus, AP English, AP Chemistry and senior level French.

My classes seemed to be almost repeats of my eight grade year. Math, English, History, Science, Social Studies, but they tacked on a requirement for an elective class, and I chose intro to computer programming. We also had physical education, but I stopped by the office first thing and signed up for track try-outs.

The try-outs were Wednesday and Thursday after school, so I would have to stay late, but Alison said she was going to be trying out for Basketball on Wednesday, so I could catch a ride with her mom afterwards. The lunch periods were a mix of grades, and we got really lucky. We both had third lunch period, and we were going to meet in the cafeteria so we could sit together.

The first week was ... odd. It took me a couple of days to figure out why and, when it finally came to me, I had to laugh. It wasn’t school that had changed, it was me!

I was wearing the clothes that Becky and Jan had picked out for me, a huge change from the sweats I wore throughout middle school. Most of the kids I recognized from my old school didn’t even recognize me!

I was more confident, and happier too, and it showed. I wasn’t walking around avoiding everyone, and by the end of the week, was saying Hi to people in the hallways and being greeting by classmates in return. School was going to be a lot better this year, I just knew it.

Carla wasn’t in school, but I knew she wouldn’t be. I talked to her on the phone every couple of days, just staying in touch, and Alison and I even visited her together once. She was going to miss the entire first week, but she should start the following Monday. The first week was mostly orientation anyway, for freshmen, and she wouldn’t miss much.

Wednesday, when the last bell rang, I made my way to the locker rooms and changed into some shorts and a t-shirt, then laced up my running shoes. Out on the track there were about thirty people milling around, while a couple of coaches were seated at a long table with a sign that said ‘Event Signup Here”

I had never run track before, or any of the field events, so some of it didn’t make much sense, but the cross-country runner list only had three names on it. Cross Country sounded like my cup of tea, so I put my name down and stepped back.

“You need to sign up for at least three events.” One of the coaches pointed out. The nametag on his shirt read “O’Donnell” and he was pointing to the other signup sheets. “Minimum of three, but you can choose more if you want. What kind of stuff are you interested in?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. I like to run, and do 20K every morning, sometimes in the evenings too, if I get bored, but I have never done any of the rest of this stuff.” I told him, hesitant to sign up for something I might hate.

“20K every morning? What kind of times?” he asked, interested now instead of the bored tone he had before.

“Um, I don’t really know, coach. It takes me about thirty minutes to reach the turn around, and I usually chill out there to watch the sun rise. Then another thirty minutes to get home again? I run different on the way home though, I sprint then jog, sprint then jog. I just like to kind of mix it up.” I admitted, feeling foolish. I had no idea what I was getting in to and I didn’t like the feeling.

The coach stared at me for minute, rubbing his jaw. “Thirty minutes for 10K? Okay, this is what I want you to do. I want you to sign up for the 440 relay, and the mile relay as well. Sprints are good for building muscle and they help with endurance. They’ll help you with the cross country, long distance stuff.” He grabbed two other clipboards and pushed them across the table towards me.

Once the initial signups were completed, the coaches called everyone together and Coach O’Donnell, the one I had spoken to, waved his hands for silence.

“I am coach O’Donnell and I am the head coach for track and field. Beside me you see Coach Chase. We will be your trainers and will teach you what you need to know to be competitive in this sport. I was lucky enough to be on our Olympic team for long jump and pole vault three years running, and Coach Chase ran the 220, the 440 and all the relays for an all-state title in his junior year of college. The only reason he never went for the Olympic gold was he was in an accident and tore his Achilles. I am telling you this so you recognize that we know what it take to be a winner, and we will teach you the same way.

“On my other side is Anita Logins. Anita is the team manager and despite what you may have heard, it is not her job to clean up after you, to fetch and carry for you or to hold your hand if you are feeling lonely. Her job is to manage our schedules, to take care of our gear and the track, to watch your scholastic records and see that you get help or tutoring if you need it. If she tells you to do something, it is just like I said to do it and you better listen.

“Today we are running trials. I only need about twenty people and we have thirty two signed up. This means you will be competing against every other person here on the team. Practice is every school day and alternate Saturday mornings. You will all have permission to practice during your Physical Education periods during tryouts, and all year if you make the team. Any questions?”

There was silence as we all looked around, sizing up the competition.

“Listen up as we call your names. We are breaking you up by events. If you get called for more than one event at a time, if there is a conflict, be sure to let one of the three of us know so we can manage your time effectively. First up, Cross Country. When I call your name, move to the fifty yard line and wait.”

“Adams, Baros, Miller, Tanger, Washington.”

The cross country group were all, without exception, tall and lean guys. Washington was the tallest and the oldest of the group, a senior. Miller was next, also a senior with Tanger running close behind, but he was a junior. Adams and I were the only freshman in the group, but it didn’t seem like the older guys were looking down on us, so that was a relief.

For our first run, we were told that actual cross country wasn’t going to happen, there was too much going on. We would run a 5K race, using only the outermost rings of the track, and would be timed. We would leave at thirty second intervals to avoid jostling, and we were reminded that we needed to run our own race, not pay attention to the other runners. The idea was to get the best time you could, not show someone else up.

We were given five minutes to stretch and then left in the order we were called, alphabetical. Adams left first, launching hard and running all out. Either he was in much better shape than he appeared, or he was going for an early lead and then try and coast in at the end. Maybe he just didn’t have a clue about distance running.

I left at an easy lope, letting myself get warmed up before I hit my stride. I pushed harder than I would do in my morning runs, knowing the distance was half of what I was used to for the first leg. Running on the track was odd, it had kind of a spongy feeling that took some getting used to. I was used to the pavement and streets around my home.

Each lap of the track was supposed to be 440 meters, or a quarter mile, so the 5K would be about eleven and a third laps. I was feeling pretty good when I hit lap six, so I picked up the pace a bit and caught Adams about mid lap. He was sweating up a storm and not looking very good, and his pace was all over the place.

I didn’t say anything as I passed him, giving him a sort of wave, but as I passed Coach Chase who was keeping the times, I yelled out that Adams was looking dehydrated. I just kept running.

When I hit lap ten, I picked up the pace again, feeling the burn start to set in and the warmth of the afternoon sun beating down. My stride felt good though, so I was confident that I would post a good time.

The last, partial, lap I kept an eye out and saw that Coach Chase had moved a bit further down the track, and that Anita, the manger, was standing out by the side of the track with a tray of water bottles and some towels. As I drew closer, the coach waved his hand, indicating the finish line and I powered through, not slowing until I was several paces past his position.

I slowed down, running another half lap as I cooled, then cut across the middle of the field to return to where the coach and Anita were standing.

Tanger came in next, even though he started fourth, with Washington right on his heels and, finally, Miller. Adams was nowhere to be seen so when I accepted a bottle of water and a towel from Anita, I thanked her and asked about him.

“He dropped out about half way through, the coach sent him to the showers. He got overheated. I think he is probably going to shift to the sprints, he looked good off the block, but he doesn’t have the long game for cross country.” Anita sounded very matter of fact about the whole thing and I wondered if she was a runner too. She looked like she could be, long and lean like the rest of us. She was wearing the same shorts and shirts uniform as the coaches, and I tried not to let her see me checking out her legs.

When I glanced over, I knew I had failed. She had this kind of smirk on her face, as if she thought it was funny, but she didn’t say anything so I vowed to be more professional.

The scores would not be posted until the following day, so we all rested and waited for follow-up events. Only the mile relay was being run today, so I had forty-five minutes to relax before I got called for that event.

I was glad to see Tanger and Washington on the event, and there were eleven others lined up, waiting to be separated into teams. It seemed like this was a more popular event that long distance running. While we waited, I wandered over to Washington.

“I am new to this, mind if I ask a couple of questions?”

“Sure! You were pretty quick out there, I think you and I will be seeing a lot of each other.” he replied with a grin.

“Do they break this up into Varsity and Junior Varsity like they do basketball?”

“Yeah, but they are more relaxed about it than the other sports. My brother in on the varsity football team, and there is a hard rule that no freshman can play varsity, even if he is the next Heisman. In track, you can be varsity if you are good enough, but mostly you will start in JV as a freshman. Cross country doesn’t count though, since we won’t have enough for two teams. We need at least three runners on cross country, not counting alternates, so we are barely making it now.”

The coach called for attention and started making up the relay teams, so I said thanks and waited for my name to be called. A mile relay took four runners, so there would be three teams, plus two spare bodies.

We would run the race against the other teams and the best runners, those with the fastest times for their leg of the race, would be put into new teams, along with the two people who didn’t run the first race, and we could run again. Finally, the two who got the bye the first time would run a single lap for time, so that everyone had two timed laps to compare at the end.

My team consisted of four freshmen, only one of whom I knew from middle school. He had been giving me strange looks since our names were called and, when we finished our relay, he pulled me aside.

“Dude, you used to wear sweats all the time, right? You are the same guy?” he sounded confused, like he wasn’t sure.

“Yep, that’s me. I decided that this year, I would be different.” I replied, not really wanting to get into the whole thing.

“Wow, that’s pretty damn cool. I totally didn’t recognize you, but we were in the same math class and I remember your name because it always came right before mine in role call! Mike Benson.” he replied, smiling and sticking out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mike.” I grinned, and shook his hand.

Both Mike and I had been chosen for the second heat, along with Tanger, Miller and Washington. There were three other kids, one who had run before and the two bye runners. Davidson, French and Cooper, all sophomores. Davidson, French and Washington were all on my team this time. I was placed in the third spot with Washington running cleanup. Davison had lead off and French came next.

We cleaned up in the second heat, the two fresh runners who had skipped the first race were off the line and out in front for their segments. When the baton hit my hand, I just put my head down and ran for all I was worth, passing the baton to Washington who ran like a damn cheetah!

As we cooled down, and watched French and Davidson run their timed lap, I chatted with Mike and had some laughs.

“Dude, you were totally like the mystery guy in middle school. There were all these rumors about you and shit!”

“Like what?” I asked, intrigued.

“Well, one was that you were in like, witness protection or something. Your dad was supposed to be a mob hitman who squealed and you were his protégé. One guy swore that he saw a gun in your book bag. Then there was this chick, I forget her name, one of the cheerleaders, who said that you were really a child star whose parents made you stop acting and go to school with normal kids.” Mike was laughing his ass off.

“No way! If I had known that, I would have totally made it work for me.” I replied, laughing along with him. “The truth was way more boring. I was just shy, man. I just felt like I didn’t fit in.” I shrugged.

“So, what changed?” he asked, curiosity eating him up.

“Girls, man. Girls! First my sister, who is in college, invited me to a party where I met a bunch of girls who actually liked me. Then, at another college party, I kinda hooked up with one girl. Now I have a girlfriend, she’s trying out for Varsity basketball today.” I told him.

“What? No way! Dude, you gotta hook me up! Next time your sister invites you to a party, call me!” he grinned, then looked thoughtful. “How is your girlfriend trying out for Varsity? Freshman can’t go Varsity in football, basketball or baseball, league rules or something.”

“She’s a junior. I’m catching a ride with her after tryouts, I’ll introduce you.”

“Wow ... you are like, my hero now man! I don’t know what you have, but I am totally going to hang out with you this year!” he joked, nodding his head.

I gave him a shove, just messing around, but I have to admit that it felt really good having people just talk and joke with me.

After try-outs, we showered and headed over to the gym where the basketball tryouts were still going on. The Varsity tryouts were today and the JV tryouts tomorrow. Mike and I picked seats on the bleachers right behind the players’ bench and I got to see Alison totally dominating another player, making it look easy as she worked the ball down the court.