Chapter 9

“I’M A LITTLE nervous,” Dennis said. He and Brenda were in his room, but were still dressed, just looking at the bed while they held hands.

“Yeah. I know what you mean. Man! This having permission to go to the next level kind of puts the pressure on, doesn’t it?” Brenda asked. She squeezed his hand and leaned against him.

“Why don’t we just brush our teeth and get ready for bed like any other night we’re together. Just because we can make love, doesn’t mean we have to. Okay?”

“Dennis, you’re so sweet. You make sure the pressure is off and we can just go about cuddling if that’s what we want to do. I’m with you. I’ll go brush my teeth while you get ready for bed and then you can come and crawl in beside me.” Brenda grabbed her kit and went across the hall to the bathroom. Dennis considered what he needed and got changed into pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. When Brenda came back, he went to use the bathroom.

When he was finished, he started to open his bedroom door and stopped abruptly. He knocked softly and whispered, “Is it okay to come in?”

“Yes,” Brenda hissed. “Just turn out the light, okay?”

Dennis entered the bedroom and saw that Brenda was in bed. He turned off the light and went to join her. She was wearing the oversized T-shirt Dot had given her weeks ago.

“I love you, Bren. Just cuddle up with me and we can talk or something.” He laid his glasses on the nightstand and turned to Brenda, who snuggled up tightly against him.

“This is so nice,” she said. “I know when I’m with you, you’ll be sensitive to the way I feel. I don’t feel like I have to give a performance and be the bright and sexy seductress or something.”

“We’ve both been on the receiving end of being forced to do something we didn’t want to,” Dennis said. “Bren, more than anything in the world, I want our girlfriends to know I will never force or pressure them into anything. If I did that, I think I’d kill myself.”

“I know, baby. It’s your empathy.” They lay in silence a minute.

“I almost did, you know?” Dennis said. “You know when we got the um ... bag from the police? When I saw Dad’s gun in the bag, I almost threw up. It’s only been a little more than a year since I told my Dad about what happened with the JV team. That night, while Dad was making phone calls and raising hell, I crept into my parents’ bedroom. I knew Dad kept his pistol in the nightstand. I opened the drawer and looked at it. I never touched it that night. I just stared at it and cried. Over the next two weeks, I went in and looked at the gun maybe four more times. I just could never bring myself to touch it. I just stood there imagining my life ending right there where I stood. Gradually, it got better and I quit going in there. But I thought a lot of times over the summer about how it would be so much better if I was just dead. I remember that feeling and I promise, I will never make someone else feel like that.”

“Oh, Dennis,” she cried, hugging him. “We have choices. We don’t even have to kiss if you don’t want to. But if you want to, we can.” She raised her lips toward his and he met her. The kiss was one friend to another and then gradually, a boyfriend and girlfriend. Before long, it was a kiss between lovers. “You don’t have to touch my breasts, but you can if you want to,” she husked. By that time, Dennis wanted to a lot and stroked her beautiful breasts. “You could even put your hand under my T-shirt.” She demonstrated, pushing her hand under his shirt to caress his chest. He moved to do as she suggested and felt the soft fullness of her bare breast in his hand with its hard little point in the middle. His erection tented out his pants and pressed against her pussy.

“Um ... you don’t have to do anything about that,” he whispered. “I can back up so I’m not touching you if you want.”

“If I want to touch you there, is it okay?” she asked.

“Yesss.”

“You can touch me down there if you want to. I like how you do that when we’re kissing.” Soon the two were holding each other’s genitals and gently masturbating toward a climax.

“Brenda, I might come pretty quickly.”

“You don’t have to wait,” she said. “I’m ready to come, too.”

It was not many strokes later when Dennis sprayed his semen over her stomach and Brenda clenched her thighs around his fingers, playing in her twat.

“Wow, Brenda! Just being near you makes me so ... I don’t know. I just felt like I was about to pass out. I love you. Um ... sorry about getting you all messy. Let me get a tissue.”

“Better get a whole box of them,” Brenda gasped. She still had hold of his cock and was slowly milking it back to full hardness. “Den, I know we don’t have to make love, but if you want to, you do have to put a condom on. Can I help?”

“Really, Brenda? Yes. Yes, let me get a condom and you can help. Oh God, Bren! I want you so much!”

“No more than I want you, lover. It’s what I want. More than anything,” Brenda said as she tore open the packet with her teeth. She carefully checked to make sure it was right side out and rolled it down his cock. Just the feeling of her applying the condom filled Dennis’s cock to complete stiffness. “Come to me, my lover. Fill me.” She rolled to her back and pulled Dennis over her, spreading her legs wide to accommodate him.

“You don’t want to, like, be on top or anything?” he asked as she tugged him toward her opening.

“Later. We can play in any position we want to, but right now, I want to feel you pressing me into the mattress as you fill me with delight.”

“I don’t think my cock has ever been called ‘Delight’ before,” he said as he slid between her folds. They kissed and he entered the channel, pulled forward by her hands and sucked into her willing pussy. Brenda groaned as he moved deeper into her.

“Wait there a minute for me to adjust,” she said when he was about three-quarters into her. “It’s so much for my little pussy to hold. It is definitely delight!” Soon, Dennis was moving back and forth in her and sinking deeper with each thrust. Brenda pulled her legs back and he sank forward a little more. “I don’t think you can go any farther,” she panted. “That’s the end of my pussy.”

“I don’t think I have anything left to add,” he said.

“Slowly, Bae. In and out slowly. I’ve never had so much in my pussy. You are touching all the right places. Oh, love me. Love me.”

“I love you, Brenda.” They were the last intelligible words for twenty minutes as they made love and finally reached fulfillment again.

Dennis was glad he’d brought the boxes of condoms into his room where it was convenient to open another. He and Brenda were both a little groggy as they got ready for school in the morning. They’d slept, but it kept being interrupted by one or the other initiating lovemaking again. And at one point, Brenda invited Dennis to invade her ass again with his massive pole. He still wasn’t successful in pushing more than a few inches into her, but it was an intense experience for both of them. Brenda walked a little gingerly as they headed out the door for school.

Word of the spring break adventure had spread around school within the timespan of the first period. As usual, it was subject to as many partial truths as whole truths. Most had Carol Reston naked in the street. What came after that was subject to every variation imaginable. If something could be misinterpreted and turned into something else completely, Les Steinman was the one who would do it.

“Dude!” the geeky freshman said in the hall. He was thin as a rail and already had an Ichabod Crane look about him. Sadly, he had none of the gentle demeanor, intelligence, or timidity of the Washington Irving character. “Way to go—nailing that Carol bitch right in the middle of the street. She turned me down three times and you just strip her and fuck her in the middle of town where everybody could watch. Dude, who’s next? Those cheerleaders? Man, they’re on my list. I hear every guy on the basketball team fucked them and they’re suddenly all dried up and won’t put out for anyone. Tip me in, next time, okay? I don’t mind sloppy seconds.”

“Um ... Uh ... I’m kind of trying to lie low right now, Les. Could you cool it a little? I don’t need any more attention on me,” Dennis stammered. The kid kind of frightened Dennis a little and he definitely didn’t need his version of the story spread around.

“Oh, got it. Too much heat,” Les said, lowering his voice. “Just remember, when you’re ready to off them all, I’ve got your back. We could wipe the floors with their bleach blonde heads.”

The image disturbed Dennis more than he could stomach. He turned to rush into the nearest restroom.

At lunch, Brenda and Natalie squeezed Dennis between them and did their best to touch him without violating the school’s ‘no PDAs’ rule. By the end of the meal, all his girlfriends—and Lana—knew what Brenda and Dennis had done the night before. The whispers and giggles at their lunch table were intense and Dennis was sure his face flamed red.

“Ah, Dennis,” Paul Klinefelter said. “Seems I’m always coming to apologize or thank you or something. Anyway, thanks for what you did for Carol last week. A lot of us seniors have been worried about her but didn’t know what we could do. We just want to thank you for being there when she really needed you.”

“I was just lucky enough to be near, Paul. It was no big deal.”

“I went up to the hospital to see her yesterday.”

“Is she doing okay?” Dennis asked.

“Kind of hard to tell. She seems to be awake and aware, but she won’t say much of anything. And then, for no apparent reason, she just starts shaking all over and crying. It’s going to take a while, the doctors say,” Paul said.

“I hope she recovers. You know, I never wanted anything bad to happen to her,” Dennis said.

“I think we all know that. Um ... And thanks for working with my sister.”

“Huh?”

“Corrine. On the track team. She’s my sister and ... well, it’s like she’s always followed me in every class and with every teacher she’s had a year behind me. What you’re doing with her ... encouraging her to compete ... that’s something she’s doing that I never did. It’s really changing her outlook,” Paul said. “Um ... Don’t mention I said anything about it, okay?”