Chapter 5

My heart skipped a beat when I stepped outside and saw him there waiting for me. His face lit up when he saw me and I nearly ran to where he’s standing. Just before I reached him, though, I suddenly didn’t know what to do. Should I act casual? Should I throw myself in his arms? Should I start tearing my clothes off and scream ‘take me I’m yours!’”

He made the decision for me. As soon as I got close he spread his arms and moved to meet me. He pulled my body against his and I said, “I thought this fucking day would never end!”

He chuckled and said, “I know. I think this afternoon was at least a day and a half long. Come on. Let’s get out of here. I don’t know where we’re going but there must be somewhere we can park and be alone and talk ... or whatever.”

“I have a suggestion. We could go to my house. It’s an old, run-down duplex on the poor side of town but it’s clean and we’ll be alone. I’m going to tell you some things about me that you probably aren’t going to like to hear and I’d rather we have plenty of privacy for that.”

“Paula, you don’t have to tell me anything. I already like you, a lot. It’s obvious from the way we met that you aren’t thinking of joining a nunnery. I don’t care. I have never placed a high premium on virginity. I’m glad you weren’t one. And don’t worry about what I’m going to think about your duplex. For the first twelve years of my life I lived in a rundown old travel trailer so small you could stand at one end and spit all the way to the other end. My parents rented the crappy thing for about twice what it was worth. I don’t judge people by what they have.”

“I’m glad you aren’t upset about me not being a virgin when we met yesterday. But just so you know, I was a virgin until recently. I happily changed that status last Friday.”

“No shit! You lost your cherry on Friday and on Sunday you went out looking for a gangbang?! That is so fucking hot!”

He walked me to his car and held the door for me. But before I sat down I put my arms around him and kissed him the way I’ve been thinking about kissing him since we separated yesterday afternoon.

I finally took my seat and fastened the seat belt. When he got in I said, “Marsha was telling me what a special car this is. I’m not much into cars but I must say I’m really impressed. It’s like a new car!”

“My parents gave it to me when I turned sixteen. I am into cars and I love this thing. The only drawback is that my dad warned me the first time I get a ticket he’s taking the keys back. He’d do it, too. I think he wishes he’d kept this and bought me a Volkswagen.”

He put the top down and started the car. I thought it sounded pretty cool when I heard him driving away yesterday. But up close it sounds ... I don’t know, masculine I guess, virile. I love the way it sounds.

I told him how to get to my house and got comfortable. His car has a manual transmission. I can’t remember ever riding in a car where you have to shift through the gears. It looks like it must take a lot of coordination. Unlike most cars, driving this one requires both hands and both ... well, not both feet. But his right foot seems to have to do a lot of work. He obviously loves it, though.

I was watching his face as he pulled up and parked in front of our duplex. I didn’t see the look of disgust I was afraid of but that could just mean he’s pretty good at keeping a straight face. He put the top up on his car and before we got out I said, “I know it looks pretty white trashy. And the way I behaved yesterday out behind the school certainly backs that up. But before we go in I want to explain. I may be turning into a tramp but my mom isn’t. She works her ass off to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. It isn’t much of a roof, but that isn’t her fault.”

He started to interrupt but I quickly reached up and held my finger over his lips. “Please, Shelby, what you think of me isn’t all that important. But I really need you to understand that my mom is doing the best she can.”

I explained how I came to be and how the total lack of support from my mom’s hyper religious, middle-class parents contributed to the kind of life we’re living. Then I said, “If you want to come inside I’ll tell you how I went from being an uptight virgin to the kind of girl who’ll do what I did yesterday with you and your friends in just three days. It’s not a long story but I think it’s important you know it because, as much as I hate to say it, you must know you can do a lot better than hooking up with a girl like me. I hardly know you at all but I think there’s something special about you. That’s why, after I tell you the kind of girl I really am I’m going to fuck your brains out if you haven’t come to your senses and made a run for it by then.”

“First of all, Paula, I already told you that you don’t have to tell me shit. You don’t owe me any explanations, not for living in this duplex or for cutting loose behind the school yesterday. I don’t remember ever seeing you around before yesterday. But I’ve heard of you. People are talking about the superstar on the gymnastics team. That’s unusual. I can’t remember any member of the gymnastics team ever getting any recognition before.

“Around here people are mostly hooked on baseball, football and basketball. You’re changing that. You really impress me. And yeah, I’m really looking forward to getting in your pants this afternoon. I think you’re one of the sexiest girls I’ve ever met. But I want to get to know you, too. I want more than a boatload of hot sex. I don’t know what it is about you, but I’m really attracted to you. I had a hell of a time going to sleep last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The sex was fantastic. But I know there’s a lot more to you than that. Now get the hell out of my car before I throw you out!”

I grinned and said, “I’ve never been jerked off by a guy before.”

“I think that would be jerked out, but I believe I’d enjoy jerking you off.”

He got out and went around to open my door. I was standing before he reached me. He put his arm around me and as we walked toward my front door he asked, “What time does your mom get home? I’d hate to get caught doing something we shouldn’t and have her hate me before she even knows my name.”

“She usually gets home around 8:30. But my mom has changed a lot recently, due in part to some men’s magazines her supervisor at work has been throwing away. She found some of them and has been bringing them home and reading them. They have apparently been broadening her horizons.”

I led him straight to my bedroom. He sat on my bed and watched me undress. When I was naked he stood up, pulled me into his arms and said, “Last night I just about convinced myself you can’t possibly be as perfect as I was remembering you. But you are. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

“You’re full of shit, but thanks. It sounds nice even if I know you’re just trying to get into my pants.”

“You’re not wearing pants.”

“Yeah, and I bet you’d look funny in them if you put them on.”

He kissed me and held me tight for a minute before I pushed him back a step and quickly undressed him. We stretched out on the bed and after swearing him to secrecy I spent the next half hour or so telling him everything I’ve done since Marsha told me about Mr. Dawson last Thursday afternoon and the reason for my desperate need to go to his studio on Friday and again on Saturday. I told him what I did there and I told him how it changed me. I found it encouraging that through most of that story he had a very sexy erection. I should confess, though, that for that entire time my hands were lightly caressing his impressive cock and balls.

When I finally finished explaining the new me he pulled me close, kissed me passionately and asked, “So as I understand it, you were telling me all that hoping you’d drive me away?”

“Hoping I wouldn’t, actually. I had just as much trouble falling asleep last night as you did.”

“And you told your mom all that same stuff? How’d that work out? I notice you aren’t chained to the bed.”

“No, but if that turns you on I’m open to it. Actually, she took it pretty well. She even admitted that she got turned on when I told her about all the sex.”

“Even the sex with me?! Oh shit! There goes my chance of making a good impression.”

“Much to my surprise, she really didn’t get upset. The thing about mom is, she has only had sex two times in her entire life, with the same guy. Her entire life became about me from the time she found out she was pregnant. She hasn’t so much as gone out for coffee with a man since the jerk who knocked her up split.

“I think she’ll like you. I wouldn’t have said that a week ago. But I get the impression she’s changed almost as much as I have lately.”

Shelby kissed me lightly a few times and said, “I had a lot of fun yesterday behind the school. But there was something missing, something it would have been nice if we could have done first.”

“I don’t know what it is we didn’t do. But I’m willing, no I’m eager to do anything you want to do.”

“After I left you guys at the school, all the way home and all night last night I thought about how wonderful it would have been if we could have made love. I love fucking and sucking as much as any teenage boy. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how sad it was that we didn’t make love. I want to make love to you if you’re finished trying, unsuccessfully, to drive me away. I believe in lust at first sight. But I’ve always been skeptical about love at first sight. I’m starting to change my mind about that. Something about you ... you’re special. You’re like the girl someone would create for me if they could read my mind. I want to make love to you. I want to make you love me.”

I’m beginning to wonder if Shelby reads romance novels. But I can’t help it. I love the things he says and the way he says them. I’ve had sex with a lot of guys in the last few days. But the closest I’ve come to making love was with Marsha. Sex with Marsha was great. But I’m pretty sure this is going to beat the hell out of that.

But then a possible problem occurred to me. “What about all the other stuff? I enjoy the hell out of it. But even if I didn’t I really need the money.”

“I’m going to have to show you my collection of magazines. I’m pretty sure that will answer your question.”

That made me wonder if my mom has a collection of dirty magazines hidden in her bedroom. I’ll have to remember to look later. Wouldn’t it be bazaar if mom and Shelby are reading the same magazines?!

I’ve had sex with an amazing number of men and boys in the last few days. Maybe not a world record, if anyone’s keeping track. But for a fifteen-year-old girl who was a virgin four days ago, especially one who has been a more than willing participant, I bet I’ve at least earned honorable mention in that book of world records. And I’ve enjoyed the hell out of it, well, most of it. Even when a guy didn’t knock my socks off it was still exciting. But I gotta tell ya, Shelby put every one of those guys to shame, even Mr. Dawson!

Shelby took his time. He explored parts of my body I thought had nothing to do with sex. From the time he began kissing me and teasing every part of my body with his fingertips, long before he explored anywhere near my pussy, he took me places I didn’t know a girl could go! And when he had spent close to half an hour doing things you wouldn’t believe to my tits I felt like screaming at him. I didn’t think I could take it anymore and I was begging him to fuck me. But he made it clear he was nowhere near finished tormenting me.

I pleaded and I begged. I was dying to have his wonderful cock inside of me. He just smiled at me and said, “I’m not ready. There are parts of your beautiful body I haven’t tasted yet.”

Even as I pleaded with him to fuck me he began kissing and licking his way down my stomach, drawing a scream from me that must have been heard by the neighbors when he bypassed my pussy as he worked his way down to my toes. By then I was calling him all kinds of nasty names as he slowly worked his way back up between my legs.

He freaked me out when he lifted my legs and began exploring my butt with his lips and then with the tip of his tongue. I remember being touched there, by Marsha I think, and thinking that was interesting. But with his tongue, Shelby taught me that even after having sex in one manner or another with somewhere in the neighborhood of fifty men in the last few days I still have a lot to learn about sex. I don’t even know how many orgasms I experienced before he finally lowered my legs and began making love to my pussy with his talented tongue. I thought Marsha knew what she was doing! Uh-uh. Shelby is the master! At last I believe in god. But that god is Shelby! I belong to him now and I’m going to make that clear to him as soon as I’m once more able to talk.

In a brief moment of lucidity I had to wonder how a seventeen-year-old boy could know so much about a girl’s body. But how isn’t really important. It’s only important that he does. I am going to have to ask, though.

Shelby must have given me fifty orgasms over the near hour and a half he played my body like a true virtuoso. After the grand finale, after he made love to me with what is now officially the cock with which I’m deeply in love, we lay side by side panting like two dogs who just chased a rabbit a mile through the woods. I cradled his flaccid but still magnificent cock in my hand and said, “This wasn’t your first time, was it?”

“No, but I honestly believe it was my best time. You were fantastic. I can’t believe you were a virgin less than a week ago!”

“You did all the work! I was just lying here. But as soon as I can breathe I’m going to see if I can’t shake up your world like you just did mine.

“Let’s rest up, take a quick shower and I’ll show you some of what I’ve learned lately. I’m not the magician you are but I’m hoping I can keep you amused.”

We talked quietly and rested for about ten minutes. Just before we got up to take a shower I said, “You were fucking amazing! There’s no way you learned all that from a magazine. Who taught you to be such a fantastic lover?”

“When I was fourteen I used to mow lawns for extra money. One of my steady customers was a wonderful woman whose husband was killed in Afghanistan. She was, still is, very beautiful but she didn’t date or have a lot of friends. She was lonely and after I would do her yard we would sit and talk, often for hours. Sometimes our conversation would get pretty personal. One day I asked her why she didn’t get out more. I felt bad that she was so alone all the time. At first she just shrugged. But after a few minutes she told me she had gone out on one date just before she moved to our neighborhood. She said it was a disaster. She felt like her husband was watching over her and disapproved, which was strange because she doesn’t believe in life after death.

“I didn’t know what to say to that. But after a few minutes of silence I told her how sad that was because she’s so beautiful and so nice. We seemed to get closer after that talk. And we started flirting ... well, she started flirting with me which always embarrassed me. That amused her. Then one day I told her I know lots of guys, not my age, closer to her age. She was twenty-three at the time. I tried to get her to let me get her a date.

“She said it was still too soon. But she gave me a big hug and told me that she might just wait until I was older and go out with me. She was just kidding of course. And I was just kidding when I said why wait. We both laughed, but our relationship slowly began to change after that. The flirting became more ... I don’t know, it changed. She was always asking me who I’m going out with and the answer was always the same, nobody. And one day she asked me if I was a virgin.

“It must have been pretty obvious. She put her arms around me and asked if I’d like some lessons on how to please a woman. I was going to just laugh it off but before I could say something stupid she wrapped her arms around me, pressed her sexy body against me and gave me an incredible kiss. I was an instant gonner.

“She turned out to be an excellent teacher and I was an eager student. For the rest of that summer, every time I cut her grass I got a lesson. We enjoyed it so much we kept it up through the winter and through the next summer.

“I think the time she spent with me helped her out, too. She finally started dating. She’s engaged now. I still do her yardwork and we’re still very good friends. But it’s platonic now. I’ll have to introduce you. She’s a very special woman. I think you’d like her.”

“I’d love to meet her. I feel like I should thank her. She should start a school. From what I’ve heard there are millions of boys and men who could learn a lot from her.”

His narrative had lasted all the way through our very exciting shower. After drying off I asked, “Are you ready for act two? If you’re worn out we could put it off until you’ve recovered.”

“I’ve already got a pretty good idea what you can do after yesterday. But it has got to be a lot more special when it’s just you and me.”

I don’t actually have any special talent as far as I know. But after sucking all those cocks on Saturday I think I’ve gotten pretty good at it, especially for a fifteen-year-old girl. I doubt I’m as skilled as the widow who taught him everything he knows. On the other hand, I’m pretty sure she’s no more enthusiastic than me. And after what Shelby just did for me I think he just upped my game. I plan on incorporating much of what he just drove me crazy doing when he made love to me.

I started out a little differently than he did. I told him to stretch out on his stomach. I straddled him and started lightly kissing and licking the back of his neck and slowly worked my way down his hard, perfect body. When appropriate, I teased him lightly with my fingertips, just the way he did to me. I spent a long time worshipping his sexy butt, doing all those things to him that he did to me earlier. Of course it wasn’t his first time. He learned all these tricks from that woman who made a master lover out of him so of course she has teased his sexy ass with her tongue. But I doubt if she did it with any more zeal than I did.

I spent a long time on his butt, having just learned how exciting it is to be on the receiving end of it. Then I worked my way down to his feet. I told him to turn over and started back up. Just like he did to me, I moved quickly up past his cock and balls. That’s where I intend to finish up. He groaned when I skipped lightly over them and muttered, “I had no idea you could be so cruel.”

I chuckled and replied, “I learned that from you. I learned a lot from you. I suppose another way to say that is ‘payback’s a bitch.’ If it’s any consolation, I don’t intend to spend nearly as much time as you did when I get to your tits.”

Actually, I did spend a little time on his chest. The effect when I licked and nibbled on his little nipples surprised us both. I know very little about sex and about men’s bodies. I’ve learned a lot in the last week but that’s because a week ago I knew just about nothing so I had a lot to learn. But I don’t recall ever hearing or reading about men’s nipples being sensitive. I’m going to have to start paying more attention. I wonder if it’s just Shelby or do a lot of guys enjoy having their nipples played with.

We spent a good two hours in bed. No, make that a GREAT two hours. But sadly, Shelby couldn’t stay all night. He has to get home for supper and I don’t want to give my mom a heart attack so we took a quick shower and got dressed. We hugged and kissed for a few minutes. Neither of us wants it to end. I escorted him to the door. Or at least that was the plan. Halfway through our little living room I saw something moving in my peripheral vision and screamed.

Shelby spun around to see why I screamed. He has never seen my mother but when he saw her sitting at the kitchen table he knew it was her. I heard him mutter, “Oh crap!” under his breath.

No one moved or spoke for a long, uncomfortable moment. My mother finally stood up and with a friendly smile on her face she said, “I imagine you must be Shelby. I’m pleased to meet you.”

Then she smiled at me and said, “Sorry about the heart attack, Paula. I was trying not to disturb you. We lost power at work. They have to replace the transformer so they sent everyone home.”

I swallowed loudly and asked, “Have you been here long?”

She chuckled and said, “Long enough to be impressed. They sent us home at four. I must have gotten home about a half hour after you did. And now that I see your new boyfriend I’m doubly impressed. He’s good in bed and he’s very handsome. It looks like you won the lottery!”

Shelby finally regained control of his muscles. He guided me to the kitchen table and said, “I’m sorry we had to meet this way, ma’am. Please don’t blame Paula. It’s all my fault. I...”

Mom interrupted to say, “That’s very sweet of you, Shelby. However, thanks to the things my daughter has told me of her recent history I know better. But I’m not upset, honest. I’m glad she has a boyfriend. Maybe you can straighten her crazy ass out.”

Shelby grinned and said, “Not likely, ma’am. I’m afraid I like her crazy ass just the way it is.”

She looked closely at Shelby and asked me, “Does he know what you’ve been up to lately? He looks pretty normal. I can’t imagine he’d put up with all your weird crap!”

Before I could respond he said, “I think she’s told me pretty much everything she’s done since last Thursday.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I’m more than okay with it. She’s the most remarkable, the most exciting girl I’ve ever met. If you don’t mind, I intend to hang on to her for as long as I possibly can. I just turned seventeen. I’ve only been allowed to date for a year so I don’t have a whole lot of experience. But I know two things. I know I’ve never fallen in love before I met Paula. And I know I have quickly begun to fall very much in love with her, even though we just met. I imagine you hate hearing a seventeen-year-old boy say that about your fifteen-year-old daughter. But that’s what I’m feeling, and not just because she’s so good in bed. We have only just met but there’s just something about her that...”

He sighed and said, “I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s like she’s more alive, more aware, than any other girl I’ve ever met.”

Mom stood up and came around the table. She walked up to Shelby, smiled and said, “You’re even more impressive than I first thought. I hope she doesn’t scare you away. It was nice meeting you. Feel free to come back often. I like you.”

I walked Shelby out to his car. We hugged and kissed for a moment before he said, “I really like your mom.”