Fork 6

I had to wait until Physical Education to accomplish my main goal for this cycle. Everybody thought it was an accident when I tripped Steph doing soccer drills, but she went down hard. Her ankle was so hurt that two girls needed to carry her to the school nurse.

Freddie, of course, went back to barely noticing me. It sort of hurt, even though I had no one to blame but myself. In my heart, he and I had shared an immeasurably intimate moment together. We’d taken a giant step toward adulthood, hand-in-hand. We meant something to each other now. But of course, to him it had never happened: I was just the girl with the ponytail and glasses who hung around with the most beautiful girl in school.

I tried to explain my frustration to Elyssa at my house after school, but, in another first, I had decided to sample everything in my mom’s liquor cabinet, so I might not have been making much sense. I threw up of course. Elyssa only had a single rum & coke.

I also told her about how frustratingly brief my sex with Freddie had been.

“That can’t be normal, right? Surely most guys can keep at it at least a little while!” I complained.

“He just needs practice,” she told me. “Gretchen, stop this experiment. Make Freddie your boyfriend, buy a box of condoms, and fuck like bunnies every chance you get. Give him the chance to learn and grow with you, and I’m sure he’ll be satisfying you soon.”

“That’s what I want. That’s what I’m going to do,” I agreed.

“But...,” I added, losing my balance a little as I stood up, “I might as well try another guy now, while it doesn’t count.”

Steph wasn’t at the party that night. I congratulated myself for that. I was still somewhat drunk, which I’m sure helped me relax. And I was starting to realize that, when offering ninth grade boys sex, you don’t need any subtlety.

I propositioned Joel, and once he understood clearly what I was offering, he accepted. He had been my crush the year before, but for some reason I had started liking Freddie more. Joel was still plenty yummy though - blond but with dark eyebrows. There was something very expressive about his eyebrows.

The instant we reached the bedroom of the vacant house he stripped off all his clothes. I got the feeling he expected me to, too, so then we just stood there looking at each other.

“Your bush is redder than your hair,” he observed with a bit of wonder.

“Yeah. Um, I like yours too,” I said without thinking.

“Do you want to let your hair down?” He asked.

“Sure,” I answered. I took off my hair tie and shook my head to let my hair fall loose. I also set my glasses down on the nightstand.

“You look totally different,” he told me.

“Is that okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. You look great. So now we kiss?” He asked.

I nodded, so we held each other and kissed. His hands soon found my ass, and he squeezed it. I couldn’t stop thinking about the weird hard little piece of flesh between us, that kept pressing against me and sometimes smearing liquid on my skin. I’d heard about pre-come; I wondered if it indicated that he wouldn’t be able to last very long, either.

Joel took a half-step back and grabbed my boobs. He kept squeezing them, alternating, pouring his entire concentration into the job. It sort of reminded me of when my cat would press on my belly before lying down with me.