Chapter 2

I returned home with so many mixed emotions. Within the space of a few days, I had gone on my first date, fallen in love and lost my virginity. Not only had I lost my virginity, but I had also deflowered a virgin. All this was a hell of a lot for the young high school senior to digest.

Also, I had asked Kim the object of my affections and lust to go steady. However, her parents had put their foot down and said no. Not only no, but over our dead bodies no. NO!

What do I do now? Is it just puppy love or just lust, or do I really love her? What if I made her pregnant? I was out of my mind with desire and never thought of the consequences. After they forbade our having a relationship, we went behind their back and had one. If they ever find out, they will be apoplectic.

As I approached his house, I saw Mrs. Wallace get out with her dog on its leash. My first thought was to hide in the bushes. Then common sense took over. She could not be aware that Kim had just made love with me. Kim had returned home fifteen minutes ahead of me so we would not get caught together.

As Mrs. Wallace approached, I smiled at her and said, “Good Morning, Ma’am.” Her response was a frosty, “Good morning, young man,” as she strode past me, trailing the dog in her wake.

However, being a dog, he put on the brakes, sniffed at my legs, and, undoubtedly, smelling Kim’s odour on my body, decided that I was part of the salt of the earth. He rose on its hind paws, and as I crouched down to pet him, licked my face and delightedly wagged his tail.

Mrs. Wallace froze and looked at the spectacle. “He seems to like you as much as my daughter likes you. Despite obedience school, which should have taught how to behave, he seems to find you irresistible.”

“He’s so cute, Mrs. Wallace. What type of dog is he?”

“He’s a Corgi.”

“Does he have a name?”

“Of course, he has a name. Kim christened him Snuggles when he was a small pup. She called him that because he used to sneak into her bed and snuggle with her.”

Lucky dog.

“May I hold his leash, Mrs. Wallace.”

She handed me the leash eagerly. Another martial art saying came to my mind ’when the enemy is strong, retreat when he is weak attack.’

“Would you like me to take him for a run in the park, Mrs. Wallace?”

“Why, Ray, that’s so kind of you. As I grow older, I can only walk him. Snuggles, would you like to go for a run with Ray?”

The woof said it all, so I hightailed it down the street with Snuggles practically pulling me in his wake.

One step forward for the cause, let’s hope it’s not two steps back.

For the half-dozenth time, the Camay bar clattered into the tub. My hands trembled with the same ferocity as the shower spray that drummed my skin. Panic was setting in like too much caffeine, not just because Mom was due back from Mrs. Bretton’s daily coffee clatch.

Calm down. Your cycle finished the day before prom. You should be safe.

That’s what Tracie Richardson thought, and she ... No. Don’t think about it.

With caution, I massaged the suds between my thighs and winced at the soreness it provoked. Sure, it had hurt. If I hadn’t remembered what I’d once overheard about letting the man get in all the way first, I might have asked him to stop.

But he did get in, and once he filled me, it seemed to relieve the searing tension at my opening. I couldn’t describe it except to say it was as if a door closed comfortably after nearly being torn off its hinges.

When Ray slid as deep as he could and helplessly ejected sighs and seed, I knew I wanted to make him feel that way again and always.

Post-virginity, nude, spent on the dojo mat, I overflowed with emotions as well as Ray’s essence. Relief. Triumph. Joy.

Vulnerability: the uninvited guest. With ventriloquism skills, no less.

Please, don’t ever leave me.

Geez, what was with the Connie Francis whine? You idiot. You probably scared him off.

As he dressed in the dim light, I studied his strong profile and lean-muscled flow and the unruly cloud my fingers had made of his hair and wondered if he was feeling the same things. Or was it different for him?

Five blocks from home, faced with separation after such intense togetherness, we kissed again. Our lips aligned and melded as they should, yet the moment felt rushed, almost awkward.

He hadn’t said anything about next time--

The front door thumped. Heart between teeth, I cranked the faucet handle shut and toweled off at record speed. My wrestling match was now twofold: to pull on clothes and fight off a swarm of troubling thoughts.

Now that he’s had the test drive, will he be looking to try other cars in the lot?

Would he brag the way Shecky Michaels did about Dotty Hume, who got kicked off the pep squad and ended up having to change schools?

What if I get into trouble?

I was just about to bury my second thoughts in a textbook when I heard voices from the front walk, then an excited yip from Snuggles.

Through the blinds, I saw our usually protective Corgi, his cream puff butt wiggling a tailless hello and front paws kneading Ray’s legs with obvious affection.

Good boy!

By the time Mom yielded the leash and Ray was practically skiing behind Snuggles the Sled Dog, the nagging questions vanished - and I’d fallen in love all over again.

When I rushed into Ned’s the following afternoon, Jean and Patty Ann slurped the last of their ice cream sodas and debated which songs to play from opposite sides of a jukebox. Each wrestled her end of the silver-edged Rolodex until one page waggled like a stuck-out tongue.

“I don’t know about you,” Jean said, “but I’m so glad the prom’s over. I couldn’t take another minute of WDUW’s doo-wop marathon hyping up that ‘nostalgia’ theme the committee inflicted on us.” She drew out ‘nostalgia’ with a sneer. “I’m ready for some Beatles about now.”

“Herman’s Hermits!” Patty Ann pouted.

I’d been dying to share the day’s news with Ray, but he’d long departed for Judo practice. When he’d brought back Snuggles from the park yesterday, Mom intercepted him in the front yard with a polite ‘thank you.’ He hadn’t phoned, either, but it was a school night after all, and everyone was studying for finals.

After closing the last book, I slipped between the sheets wearing just my nightgown - nothing underneath. I’d never done that before. It made me feel closer to Ray somehow, that he would approve of the unguarded throb rising and tempting me to meet him by touching myself. I closed my eyes, opened my legs, my fingers became his tongue, and before I knew it, I was pinned beneath Ray in the dojo again and blossoming within a star’s white-hot core, limbs flung to the four winds--

“Where’ve you been?” Jean scooted over to make room, and the page clacked in Patty Ann’s favor. “We were just about to give up on you.”

“Coleman-Hill Agency,” I burbled over the blare of Peter Noone. “A job interview. Miss Timmons excused me right after Chemistry finals so I could get there in time.”

Patty Ann’s spoon and jaw dropped simultaneously. “How did you--?’

“Coleman-Hill is one of my dad’s friend’s clients.”

Jean whistled. “Wow! They want you to model?”

“Hardly,” I laughed and signaled Shirley for a 7 Up. “They need a receptionist. And it’s just part-time.”

“Still, it’s a foot in the door. When do you start?”

“First week of August. The girl I’m replacing is getting married.”

But my friends’ eyes had swiveled past me, and the sudden stench of Mennen Skin Bracer made me sneeze.

“Hello, ladies.” Doug Taylor, my would-be prom date until he injured his ankle, pointedly appraised my tablemates from his 6’2” height even on crutches. “Jean, how’d you like to go to the movies with me Friday night?”

“I’m busy.” Her curtness could have chopped a carrot. She knew Doug had extended me the same invitation two days before.

“What about you, Patty Ann?”

Her face lit up like the coming attractions. I felt Jean kick her under the table, causing Patty Ann to shoot me a worried glance. I shrugged approval.

“Um, s-sure,” she stammered, eyes marble-huge.

“Pick you up at seven-thirty, then?”

Patty Ann didn’t stop nodding until after the door closed behind him.

“Judas,” Jean hissed at her.

“It’s cool,” I waved at them both.

Jean’s fingers rifled her new perm. “Never thought I’d be saying this, but King Jock’s making what’s his name look pretty good about now.”

“Who?” piped up Patty Ann.

“Kim’s last-minute prom date.”

“Ray,” I corrected patiently, feeling like a skipping record. But could there be a better opportunity to announce that we were going steady? “Matter of fact--”

“Oh, yeah!” Patty Ann blurted. “Ray’s in my history period. He sits next to Michelle Benoit. Boy, was she hanging all over him after class today. Looks like someone’s hit the jackpot!”

A fist squeezed my throat before it plummeted through an airless column of shock and crash-landed in my stomach. Michelle Benoit, a leggy raven-haired junior, centerfold-stacked and Mensa-intelligent, ran cross-country and had a reputation for turning other girls’ boyfriends into ex-boyfriends.

“Shut up, Patty,” Jean broke in, on alert. “What was that you were gonna say, Kim?”

Lesley Gore’s ‘Maybe I Know’ droned through the speakers.

I shook my head and forced a smile. “Guess I forgot.”

Friday afternoon took forever to arrive, but it paid scenic dividends. While we’d immersed ourselves in studies and fretting over final grades, summer had taken full custody of the landscape. Rhododendrons in electric hues banked the park path where Snuggles pulled me along.

Inside, I was a black-and-white crime scene fit for a Post headline. Patty Ann’s gossip stirred up a hornets’ nest of doubt that kept on stinging. I wasn’t at all prepared for an aftermath such as she had described.

Would I ever enjoy flowers - or anything else - the way I used to before my deflowering?

That’s what you get for being impulsive. Boys don’t fall in love with ‘bad’ girls. Didn’t Mom always say so? Did you think you were going to be the exception?

Snuggles began to huff and jerk at the leash.

“In a minute, boy,” I soothed.

“How’re you doin’, Snuggles?”

The familiar voice stopped my heart. I whirled around to see Ray crouched and Snuggles leaping joyously for a petting.

For the past two days, I’d given Ray a wide berth, going out of my way to avoid even a chance sighting until I could pull myself together and figure out how to handle Patty Ann’s curveball. I suddenly wished I was wearing sunglasses to cover the sleepless nights.

Seeing Ray now, his coiled physique outlined by a snug t-shirt and jeans, I felt all my progress unraveling. He had to be aware of how much as he drew out the minutes, counting on the fact I wouldn’t deny Snuggles his favorite kind of attention.

He was probably waiting for me to speak first.

I wasn’t going to - until I caught him looking at my legs.

“Some guys will do anything to get a peek up a girl’s skirt, won’t they?”

He straightened and blushed. “I haven’t seen you around, Kim. Is everything okay?”

Perhaps Michelle Benoit was busy. I kept it friendly.

“I got a job, Ray. I found out Wednesday and wanted to tell you, but you’d already left for practice. Want to hear something funny?”

I babbled on about how Dad was on his way back from a client meeting the day he’d followed me at the park. He hadn’t been spying but thought he’d surprise me with the news of my job interview. Guilt-ridden over sneaking out to meet Ray, I’d gone on the attack straight off and hadn’t let Dad get a word in edgewise, so he’d finally driven away to let me cool down.

Ray chuckled, visibly relieved. He stayed by my side as Snuggles resumed his forward speed.

“And I heard they made you co-valedictorian!” I gushed. “Your parents must be so proud.”

“Yes, they are.” He took my hand. “I’ve missed you, Kim.”

My voice cracked. “Have you?”

“Look, remember what you said about how we can tell each other everything, what we’re feeling? Now it’s your turn. No matter what it is. Are you sorry about what happened the other day?”

“Are you?”

“Of course not.” His fingers grazed my palm, and I shivered. “What makes you think I might be?”

I hesitated. “One thing I learned from that experience with Dad is, don’t speak before knowing all the facts.”

“What do you need to know?”

Out with it, Kim. “One of my friends saw another girl coming on to you, someone in your history class. No, I didn’t ask her - it was something she told me on her own. Anyway, I admit it made me think twice; that you were having second thoughts. And I didn’t want to ask you ... because that’s not who I am.”

Ray looked puzzled, then his frown cleared. “If you mean Michelle, she’s been trying to get my mother to bake for her sorority’s annual fundraiser. She’s recruited half the class, not just me.”

“Oh.”

“And even if she or anyone else was coming on to me, there’s only one girl I’d be thinking of.”

Life rushed into my veins and the blossoms now flourished in Technicolor. “Brigitte Bardot?”

“I should smack your cute little bottom for that,” Ray grinned.

“Maybe you should.”

“Mmm, I like the way you just said that.”

“Give me a few minutes to get Snuggles home, and you can try it ... if you’re free.”

“I’m free ... and I’ll pick you up at our usual spot.”

“Ray?”

“Yeah?’

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Kim, I hate deception. I want to come clean with your parents. I want them to know how I feel about you and for them to know we are dating. I don’t want to feel like a thief sneaking in the night.”

“How are you planning to do that?”

“I’m going to ask my mother to invite you guys over for supper. Then my mother will exert her considerable charms and seduce both your father and mother. Especially your father,” I said with a giggle.

“Oh, Ray, what if it doesn’t work out.”

“Then, we will fall back on plan number two.”

“Plan number two?”

“Sneaking around in disguise. In other words, we will just be back where we are now. Now hurry up as I again have designs for your nubile body.”

I took her hand, and we rushed to the deserted Judo dojo. No sooner had I closed the door behind us than we were enlaced in each other’s arms with our mouths and tongues exploring each other. I lifted Kim’s face and staring into her eyes, I felt my heart swell with joy. I still could not believe this gorgeous woman loved me.

“Ray,” she said with a blushing face, “Make love to me. Please.”

“Not so fast, young lady, you dared to suspect me of flirting with what’s her name in my history class. Remember?”

“Uhh ... Yes.”

“Do you also remember what I said I would do to you?”

“You can’t be serious. You want to spank me?”

“Kim, I always keep my word. Now get ready for your comeuppances. Strip! Off with your clothes.”

I watched wide eyes as Kim slowly removed her blouse and bra. She then proceeded to unzip her skirt and let it drop to her feet before sliding her fingers in her panties’ waistband and shimmied them off her hips. Sitting there, watching her blushing from head to toe, I almost relented. My cock was straining to escape my Levis.

“Come here, Kim, place yourself over my lap.”

“Not while you are wearing those clothes. Take them off, and then I will.”

I hastily stripped. Kim’s eyes were riveted on my erection the whole time. I could see the desire in her eyes. I sat back down and motioned for her to drape herself on my lap. Swivelling her hips seductively, she stepped up and placed herself face down on my lap.

She wriggled around, getting settled. The sly minx had manoeuvered herself so that my cock nestled between her slightly parted thighs. My cock was trapped against her hot wet pussy. I gazed down at her ass, sheer perfection, I thought as I slowly caressed her rounded globes.

“To instill your trust in me, I’m going to spank each cheek five times.”

All I got for an answer was her wriggling her butt. Damn, she was so sexy. I raised my hand and brought it down sharply against her right cheek. The flesh gave and rebounded as she gave a soft gasp. Each slap seemed to provoke a gasp or a moan. I could feel her juices stream against my cock and anoint my penis. By the tenth blow, her ass glowed a rosy red.

I lowered my face and gave the blushing posterior a long and wet kiss, which elicited a moan of profound pleasure from her. She rolled off my lap and spread my thighs, placing herself on her knees between them.

She looked at me with those lustrous eyes as she folded her hand around my erection.

“You know, Ray, this is the first time I really look at a penis. It’s beautiful and looks so tasty,” she said and sticking out her tongue gave it a lick. “Is this mine, Ray, truly mine?”

“All yours, Kim, or as long as you wish to have it, it’s yours exclusively.”

With that, she engulfed it in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down while gently stroking my shaft with her soft hand. The feel of her hot wet mouth was incredible. Her tongue caressed the helmet of my penis each time she withdrew. I sensed that I would not be able to restrain myself for much longer.

“Kim, I’m close to cumming,” I said.

“Mmmpff ... I want you to cum. I want your seed in my mouth. I want to own you sexually in all ways. I never want you to think any other woman can do things for you that I wouldn’t. AND I love how you feel and taste in my mouth. So soft yet hard at the same time. When you throb the way you were, it makes my pussy tingle.”

She then wrapped her mouth back on my shaft and used her mouth only to suck me in and out while she fondled my balls.

There was no way I could resist. I felt my cock throb and my testicles tighten as I came. Stream after stream of cum spurted out which she wallowed right to the last drop. She finally released me, sat back on her heels and smiled at me. “Did I do that right?” she asked with a shy smile.

“Darling, I wouldn’t know what right is. I have never had that done to me. If that was wrong, please do it the same way if you ever do it again.”

She giggled with delight at my words before adding, “I definitely will be doing it again and often. Now please make love to me, Ray.”

“Not so fast, now it’s my turn,” I said as I pushed her till she was on her back on the judo mats.

I knelt between her thighs and started placing kisses and licks up her inner thighs as I ascended till I reached her groin. I was not sure of what I was doing; however, guided by her moans of pleasure, I licked on either side of her labia’s lips. “What happened to your curls?”

“I shaved for you,” she answered. “Do you like my new depraved look? Not only depraved but also at this moment deprived.”

I answered with an ‘Mmmmm’ my mouth now fully occupied by with her tender bits.

I had not been sure how it would taste and feel. As soon as I parted those dainty lips and sunk my tongue between her folds, I knew I was hooked for life. The taste was sweet and creamy, and the aroma was like an aphrodisiac to me.

I saw her clitoris rise from the folds of her skin and gave it a lick. It was as if Kim had been hit with an electrical shock. Her hips rose, causing my lick to intensify against her. Her legs wrapped themselves around my head to lock me in place against her.

I sucked on her nub while bringing my fingers into her and corkscrewing into her wet and scalding pussy.

“Yes! Yes, just there, she pleaded,” as my fingers found a specific spot in her pussy. Her thighs tightened around my head, and my face was soaked with an outpouring of her juices. I did not dare move as she released her legs from my head and lay on the mat in a foetal position gasping for breath.

“Kim, are you okay?”

She uncoiled her body to look at me as her eyes focused, and she gave me a beatific smile. “Ray, my Darling, that was amazing. Where did you learn to do that?”

“Honey, I was just reacting to you and what you were telling me with your body you wanted. I have never done anything like that before.”

“Come here, take me in your arms, my love.”

“I need to wash my face first. I’m covered in your juices.”

“Forget that I’ll take care of that; just take me in your arms.”

I crawled up to her and wrapped my arms around her. She kissed me ardently and proceeded to lick my face removing all traces of her spending before sliding her tongue in my mouth and exploring. To my senses, this was the most intensely intimate moment I had ever experienced. More intimate than making love to her or any of our other experiences to date.

She reached down, and her hand grasped my erection, which had resurrected since the blowjob which had drained it.

“Ray, make love to me. I want to feel you in me.”

We adjusted our bodies so that she remained on her side, and I entered her from behind. She guided me into her and snuggled her backside against me. My cock drove into her while I could feel her pussy clasp me in a tight embrace.

I toyed with her nipples while my other hand teased her little nub. Her moans of delight filled my ears with joy. My cock throbbed with desire as I pulled her tightly against me.

Our orgasms happened simultaneously. We both lay there in stunned bliss while regaining our composure. She turned her body to face me and whispered, “Ray, I love you.”

“I love you too, Kim.”

“I never want us to be apart. When are we going to have the great parental confrontation?”

“I’ll talk with my mum tonight and see if it can’t take place this weekend.”

“Oh, Ray, I hope this works. I also want our love to be open and not something hidden.”

“It will be. I am not going to cower from your parents.”

“Mum, can we talk?”

“Sure, son, come grab a coke and let’s go sit by the pool.”

We settled down in two lounge chairs and sipped our cokes as I tried to frame my thoughts.

“You seem to be very serious. What’s troubling you?” she asked.

“I need you to help me, as in any case, it’s all your fault.”

“My fault! Are you referring to World War II or the Korean war?”

“Mom, stop kidding. This is serious.”

“Okay. More serious than those two conflicts. Honestly, however, I have nothing to do with the cold war, Honey.”

“Awe, mum, you got me a date with Kim for the prom, and we have fallen in love.”

“So? What’s wrong with that?”

“Her parents don’t want us to see each other. I hate going around their back and sneaking around to see her. It is not an honorable way to act. What do you suggest I do?”

She sat in thought for a few minutes. I could almost hear the gears spinning in her head.

“Have you two gone beyond petting?”

“Yes, we have, Mom.”

“My baby boy is apparently no longer a baby. Well, why don’t we have them over, and I will see what I can do to fix things.”

“Mom, I love you.”

“Hey, don’t use that word unless you mean it.”

“I mean it. It’s not the same as what I feel for Kim, but you are the greatest.”

Saturday finally came, and I was a nervous wreck. I had no idea of what insane plan my mother had cooked up. Every time I asked her, all he said was, “Don’t worry, I will handle it.” The Wallace family had accepted the invitation though, according to Kim, reluctantly so as not to seem un-neighbourly.

Mom spent hours in the kitchen with our cook, Maria. She was cooking, which is something I had not seen her do in ages. The smells that wafted from the kitchen, from which I had been banned, were incredible. I salivated each time I walked past the doors.

Saturday afternoon, she told me to get dressed and ready to receive our guests. As I walked upstairs, she yelled after me, “No jeans. Your new suit and a white shirt and tie.”

“Awe, Mom, do I have to?”

“Well, if you don’t want me to pull this off, just wear your jeans. It’s up to you.”

I grumbled to myself, still wondering what her plan was. However, I showered and shaved the few bristles which were struggling to appear and dressed according to her wishes.

When I returned downstairs, Dad was sitting in the living room similarly attired. He greeted me with a smile and said, “Looking good. You cut a dashing figure. Now just a word of warning, play along with whatever your mother does. She’s good, excellent as a matter of fact with this type of situation.”

“But, Dad...”

“No buts, son, trust her. As it stands right now, you are not in the picture as far as the Wallace clan is concerned. This will give you a chance to get what you wish. So let her run with it. Your mother has talked with Kim and told her what her role is to be.”

The clan arrived promptly at 6.30. Kim was stunning in a low cut blue gown and, to my surprise, had Snuggles in tow. My heart thumped in my chest. She looked so mature dressed as she was. Gone were the saddle shoes and skirt. The heels she was wearing made her legs look twice as long. My imagination went into overdrive, picturing myself between them.

My mother came down the staircase dressed to the nines to greet her guests. “Welcome, Mrs. and Mr. Wallace to our home. It is a real pleasure to receive you finally.”

“We are the ones who thank you, Mrs. Mitchel,” said Mr. Wallace, his eyes ogling mother.

“Oh, please call me Lillian. Mrs. sounds so formal.”

“Gladly, and from now on, I am Bob to you.”

That will be my pleasure, Bob.”

My father had gone to Mrs. Wallace, took her hand, and bestowed a kiss on it, which made her giggle and blush. “Glad to meet you, at last, Mrs. Wallace. I am Andre, and I would be honored if you were to call me so,”

“Andre, I am Sheila to you.”

He then turned to Kim and kissed her hand, saying, “I now see why you entrance my son.”

Kim blushed, cast a glance and a smile at me and said, “Delighted to meet you, Mr. Mitchel. I can see where Ray gets his good looks.”

“Hey, what about me?” said my mother as she stepped forward and hugged Kim.

“Well, he certainly has your eyes and nose, Mrs. Mitchel.”

“Shall we go and have a chat and a drink before dinner,” my mother offered, leading the way to the living room.

Once all were seated, my father asked, “Sheila, what will be your pleasure a cocktail or a glass of wine?”

“Wine would be nice.”

“May I suggest a nice chilled Sauvignon Blanc as that will also go well with super.”

“That sounds delightful.”

“How about you, Kim?”

“Oh, Kim does not drink,” Sheila objected.

“Really,” my mother interjected. “I’ve always believed that it was better to have young people have a drink on occasion at home, so they learn how to handle liquor rather than have them drink on the sly. Kim is eighteen, isn’t she?”

“Why yes, she is.”

“She is of drinking age in this jurisdiction then. Isn’t she, Darling? She said, addressing my father.

“Yes, she is,” my father responded.

“How do you know that? asked Kim’s father. “Are you a lawyer?”

“Yes, I am.”

“What kind of law do you practice?” Bob asked.

“Mainly corporate law, mergers and acquisitions that type of thing.”

“My corporation is in the process of going through some acquisitions at this time. Would that be something you might be interested in?”

“Who do you work for?” Dad asked as he handed a glass of wine to Kim under her mother’s jaundiced eye. I smirked as Kim took a dainty sip and winked at me.

“I’m the GM of the Mathews manufacturing plant in town.”

“What a coincidence,” exclaimed my father, “Jim Mathews and I are scheduled for a round of golf tomorrow morning at the country club. His dad, the Chairman of the board, will not be able to make it, so we need someone to fill in. Do you play?”

“Uhh ... Yes, I do. Do you mean my CEO, that Jim?”

“Of course, I represent your firm in all its dealings.”

“Well, I would be honored. However, I am not a club member.”

“Don’t worry about that. You will be my guest. For that matter, I can also put you up for membership to the club.”

“You can? He asked with excitement in his voice. “I have had my application in for two years and keep being told that it will be reviewed next year.”

“Of course, I can. We might even get it finalized tomorrow as the players tomorrow will be making up 50 percent of the club’s board of governors. Now, how about that drink. I’m having Scotch. Will you be joining me?”

“Yes, that would be great.”

“How about you, Ray? My father asked, giving me one of his patented winks.