Virgin Moonlight

Fourteen year old Billy’s peepee wasn’t very big yet, but it could shoot a long way. Some of the guys at school had bigger ones. Some, like Pete Bonaconni, even had hair. Billy’s friend Josh said that if you peed in the light of a full moon, your wanger would grow.

The next full moon, Billy decided to try it. He waited till everyone was asleep, slipped out of his pajamas, and snuck out into the backyard. The moon shone bright and silvery over the neighbors’ hedge. The air was still with a touch of autumn chill. Not a sound anywhere.

Billy turned so he was facing the moon. He figured to get the full effect he’d aim right at it.

He had his hand on his penis, but before he could start peeing, a car pulled into the neighbor’s driveway, light from the headlamps splashing over the low hedge. Billy held still, his hand covering all but the head of his penis. He dared not breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping he hadn’t been seen.

For a while, all was quiet. Billy squinted his eyes to tiny slits.

His neighbors got out of the car. Arm in arm, the man and woman strolled into their backyard. The man whispered something. The woman giggled. Billy kept still, burning in the moonlight. The woman giggled again. Billy’s eyes opened wide. The man and the woman were standing in the middle of their backyard, bathed in moonlight, and they were kissing. Billy remained as frozen as he could.

“Take it out,” he heard the woman whisper. “Oh, it’s so beautiful. I have to kiss it.” The woman knelt in front of the man. Billy wasn’t sure what was happening. Surely she couldn’t be ... Billy felt a tingle in his own penis.

“Put it in me now,” the woman said. She was bent over, her skirt pushed up. The man moved behind her. “Oh, yes,” the woman said. “So good!”

Billy couldn’t help it; he gave his penis a small squeeze. It grew! The tingling got tinglier. Billy squeezed again. Again his penis grew. The tingling was sharp now. Insistent.

The man next door was thrusting against the woman’s bottom. “Oh, yes,” she was panting. “Oh yes, oh yes!” Billy’s squeezes timed themselves to the woman’s cries, to the man’s thrusts. “Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh!”

With the woman’s final shuddering cry, it happened. Billy shot to the moon.

The pleasure was paralyzing. By the time Billy’s senses returned, the neighbors were gone. What will I tell Josh? Billy wondered, as he crept back into his house, into his bed, forgetting even to put his pajamas back on.

The next day at school, Billy decided not to say anything to Josh. Maybe the whole thing had been a dream. Billy was wondering whether he’d have to wait until the next full moon to grow more.

After school, he was walking up his front sidewalk. The neighbor lady was doing something with the rose bushes along her driveway. “Hey, Billy,” she called, a hint of laughter in her voice, “cute little statue you have in your backyard.” She winked.

Blushing bright red, Billy hurried inside his house and up the stairs. About to pounce into his bed and hide under the covers, he noticed that from his window, he had a good view of the neighbor lady bent over her gardening. Her pose reminded him of the way she had been last night. He noticed his penis was tingling, much the way it had tingled last night. Hmmm, he thought, his hand going to his groin, maybe he wouldn’t have to wait for the next full moon.

In the Wake of Sputnik

After supper, Beth came over to work on the science project. Mrs. Selemi, the eleventh grade science teacher, had paired everyone up, and Bill was delighted to get matched with Beth—he’d had a crush on her for as long as he could remember, but he’d always been too shy to talk to her, too shy to even say hi.

The project was about rockets, and Bill and Beth made good progress despite Bill’s frequently getting distracted by Beth’s soft auburn hair and bright green eyes. “Wouldn’t it be neat to have a demonstration?” Beth said, as they were wrapping things up, “ ... to actually shoot a rocket off in class?”

“How would we do that?” Bill asked.

Beth laughed. “I was just teasing.”

“But it would be neat,” Bill agreed.

“What would be neater would be to actually ride a rocket. Don’t you wonder what the force of lift-off actually feels like?”

Bill pondered the question a moment. “Some day they will shoot a man into space,” he said. “Some day a man will ride a rocket ship to the moon.”

“What about a woman?” Beth asked.

“Sure, why not? Do you know on the moon there’s hardly any gravity? Imagine what it would be like to play basketball without gravity? You could jump really high.”

“Yeah,” Beth said. “But the ball wouldn’t come down.”

A few minutes later Beth had gathered up her stuff, and Bill accompanied her out to the driveway and her car. “Nice wheels,” Bill said, admiring the white T-Bird convertible.

“My sister’s” Beth said, “but they don’t let her have a car at college, and she lets me drive it if I’m careful.”

“Cool,” Bill said. “It looks really hot in the moonlight.”

“Are you asking for a ride?” Beth said.

“No, I...”

“I was just teasing you. I’d love to give you a ride. Hop in.”

“Maybe I’d better tell my mom.”

“Oh, just live dangerously. We’ll only be gone a few minutes. I’ll go really fast.” She laughed again, and Bill knew she was teasing. He popped back into the house to tell his mom. “Be careful, and don’t forget to turn out the lights when you get back,” she said.

Beth drove carefully around the neighborhood. It was warm for a night in early spring. The trees had buds but no leaves, nothing to block the moonlight from shining down on them. Bill felt like he was gliding. He wanted to sit closer to Beth, but he didn’t dare. He knew some boys wouldn’t hesitate to put an arm around Beth’s shoulders. The idea of it gave him an erection. A small smile appeared on Beth’s lips. Surely she couldn’t have noticed. Bill’s face burned. “Do you think the Celtics will win again this year?” he asked.

Beth’s smile widened. “You really like basketball, don’t you?” She steered the car back into Bill’s driveway and shut off the engine. They sat there for a moment. Bill tried to will his erection down, but to no avail. “I notice you have a basketball hoop on your garage,” she said. “Would you like to shoot a few baskets?”

“Now?” Bill said.

“Or we could just sit here,” Beth said.

“Baskets would be fine,” Bill said. “But maybe we shouldn’t bounce too much. Some people might be sleeping.”

“You’re so considerate,” Beth said.

But a minute later, when she had the basketball, she bounced it. “I wouldn’t want to get called for travelling,” she said. Then she shot. The ball went straight through the hoop without touching the rim.

“Hey,” Bill said. “You’re good.”

“I know,” Beth said. “Want to have a game? A little one-on-one? You don’t have to bounce if you don’t want to. I won’t call you for travelling.”

“Ah, okay,” Bill said.

“My mom would kill me if I ruined my skirt, though.” In a twinkling, Beth had removed her skirt and set it in the T-Bird. “Plus I couldn’t do my patented between the legs dribble.” Bill had a hard time keeping his eyes from her panties, white as moonlight, as the ball scissored between her shapely legs. And his erection was back, stiffer than ever. Before he knew it, Beth had dribbled the ball around him and laid a shot off the backboard and through the net. She caught the ball and handed it to him. “Your turn.”