Chapter 1

"All the students whose names I called will leave now and report to the auditorium for the sex education film for freshmen," Mrs. Hildebrande announced.

A banging of seats and books ensued and twenty-five of the thirty students in the room rose or prepared to rise.

On his way out, Brad Harker stopped to leer at Doug Fleming and Angie Marlowe. "You little kiddies be good while we're gone."

"We don't have to take courses in sex to find out what it's all about," Angie retorted tartly.

Doug looked up from his biology book and whispered composedly. "Don't fuck all the girls while the lights are out."

Brad laughed confidently. "If I fucked one, that would be more than you ever have."

Doug's face flushed with anger.

"You might be surprised," Angie said, taking Doug's side.

"Are you kidding? This retard is a dull grind," Brad said positively. "The local genius! Studying and research projects. That's all he's ever done. He's never seen a single sex education film in his life and never taken out a girl."

"You don't know all the things I study or the projects I work on," Doug said coolly.

"Who're you trying to put on!" Brad said unimpressed.

"Well, you don't know," Angie said staunchly. "Doug learns a lot about sex from his father and I learn about it from my father. We don't need to go to those sex classes."

A loud rapping interrupted the conversation.

"Everyone out, please," Mrs. Hildebrande said crisply.

"Get your ass in gear," Doug said in a superior tone to Brad.

Brad looked first at Angie then at Doug, doubt flickering in his eyes. "If you two know so much about sex, why have you held out on the rest of us?"

Doug and Angie stared at him with poker faces.

Brad looked at them sardonically. "I'll be asking you soon. You better know something worth knowing." He turned and walked away.

The two watched Brad disappear out the door, then Doug turned to Angie. "I didn't know you knew so much about sex."

She flared back defensively, "I didn't know you knew so much either."

As soon as all the students were gone, Mrs. Hildebrande tapped for attention again. "Because there are only a few of you left in the study hall, you may study, read, or talk, if you keep your voices low." She smiled at them graciously and then turned her attention to grading papers.

Doug felt that same old sinking feeling in his stomach that he'd felt so often lately. The harder he tried to live a peaceful, logical existence, the quicker he found himself entangled in an impossible situation. Why had he taken offense to Brad's childish words? He knew what a silly ass Brad was. He thought he had inured himself to the stigma of being left out of the sex education classes long ago, but here he was--upset again. He guessed he wasn't missing much anyway. Probably the same old anatomical diagrams his father had showed him on the sly. And the school board members didn't allow the teachers to talk about anything really interesting or exciting anyway. So why was he annoyed? Mainly because he wanted to know, he admitted to himself. Really know what sex was all about. For the past year he had been merely curious, but lately he had gotten obsessed with the idea of knowing about it. Probably had something to do with all those wet dreams he'd had lately. He knew he shouldn't care what the other kids thought of him. But he did. He couldn't stand the thought of Brad's face smiling triumphantly when he found out Doug didn't know anything about sex. Telling all the other kids.

Angie's mind was working overtime. It wasn't her fault she didn't know about sex, it was her mother's fault. Any time the subject came up her mother reacted violently against it. Angie could never find out why. Her mother wouldn't tell her anything about sex. It was always 'Nice girls don't sit with their legs apart. Nice girls don't say those words. Nice girls don't ask those questions until they're old enough.' Hell, if sex was such a bad thing, why were adults always wanting to do it? Why did they think it was such a big thing? Could it really hurt children to know about it? Her father didn't think so. He'd wanted to tell her about sex several times but her mother always butted in. Then there'd be a big scene. Her mother would scream about getting a divorce, making a big scandal. Her father would end up shaking her out of her hysteria and her mother would shout, 'Don't touch me with your filthy obscene hands! Not after you've touched all your nurses.' Angie wondered what she meant by those words. Did her father have sex with his nurses? He probably didn't with her mother--she wouldn't even let him touch her.

A poke in her back roused Angie from her thoughts. She turned to face Doug.

"Tell me all you know about sex," Doug commanded.

"Look," she retorted, "I was only trying to help you out. Brad was so obnoxious."

"I didn't need your help before, I need it now."

"Don't you know anything about sex?" Angie asked pityingly.

Doug blushed. "Of course I do. But Brad doesn't want to know ordinary facts."

"What makes you think I'd know anything different?"

"Your father is a medical doctor, isn't he?"

"He doesn't consult me about his work," Angie said, deliberately aggravating.

"Haven't you kept your eyes and ears open and picked up a thing or two?"

"Mmmm," Angie said mysteriously, fluttering her eyelashes at him provocatively.

I wonder if she's been laid yet, Doug asked himself. She has a wide mouth. If the grandmother tales are right, she should have a large vagina.

Angie nervously drummed her fingers on the desk. "My father does have a lot of medical books in his office." But I haven't read any of them, she finished in her mind.

"You've read them?"

"Well-l. Just glanced at a few," she lied. I am going to read them. Soon, she thought. No matter what Mom says. I've waited long enough.

"What did they say?" Maybe he could get her into a petting session, if she wouldn't go all the way.

"There were a lot of diagrams, like in the biology book." That was safe to say.

"Anything new?" Doug asked hopefully. "About how it's done?" Would she go to bed with me? I'm not very good-looking. Would any girl?

"Mmmm." Angie looked down at her fingernails. She wasn't going to tell him she didn't know anything.

"I can tell. You didn't understand them." Girls were so dumb. On the other hand, that might be an asset. Would she or wouldn't she?

"Well, at least I know where it's at," Angie said daringly. She laughed. I wonder if he's tried it yet? Maybe Brad's right-- he's not interested. If he'd come over, we might try it!

"Maybe if you could borrow one of your father's books, we could study it together."

"Yes? Where would we study it?"

"In the library?"

Angie shook her head. "Too public."

"At my house?"

"I can't go out with boys. My mother won't let me until I'm sixteen." Her tone was martyred.

Why in the hell is she encouraging me to ask then? Doug was outraged. "You could tell her you were visiting a girlfriend," he said mildly.

A knot of sorrow caught in Angie's throat. How she wished she could! She'd wanted to have a close friend for so long. But the girls never seemed to notice her. She'd even thought of going up to one--Mary Jane Watson especially, she was so popular--and starting a conversation. But she'd never had the nerve. At the last moment, she felt cowed. Out loud she said, "My mother knows I don't have any girlfriends."

"Oh." Doug felt defeated.

Angie saw the disappointment on his face. Maybe he is ready, she thought. What we couldn't do together. She leaned closer to him. "But you could come to my house."

Doug looked at her and blinked his eyes. She was such an illogical girl. Jumping from negative to positive.

"Unless you're afraid to," she jibed.

At last! A proposition. Loud and clear. Why not? Her parents probably went out a lot anyway. He smiled. "When?"

"Tonight?"

He could re-arrange his schedule. Put off starting that new research project. "What time?"

"7:30?" Will he have enough nerve to come? she asked herself.

"Okay," Will she let me do it to her? he asked himself.

That night it seemed as if everyone was watching him as he walked the two blocks to her house. He stood uneasily on the doorstep and rang the bell. As soon as she opened the door, he escaped inside.

"Come," she said.

She had on some fancy lounging pajamas in a slinky material that moved sensuously with every step she took. Her smooth undulating buttocks fascinated him. What law of engineering did they operate under?

The room was way in the back of the house, isolated from the other rooms. He felt a little shocked as he stepped into it and saw the bed. This was her bedroom!

"Drinking?" She held up a bottle of wine.

Doug nodded casually. He thought, anything you can do, I can do.

A stereo on the wall was blaring rock-n-roll music. 'Let me, baby, baby, won't you let me?' the young voice sang sensually to the pounding beat. Doug felt his heart begin pounding.

Angie smiled slyly as she handed him the large wine glass filled to the brim. She held up her glass in a toast. "To your health," she said and drank.

Nervously, Doug gulped the wine down, hardly tasting its sourness. Angie refilled his glass. Her liquid brown eyes were excited. They kept looking at him expectantly.

What did she want of him? "Did you get a book?"

"Oh, I meant to tell you," she said casually. "My mother doesn't allow me in the office. We'll have to break in."

"Break in?"

"You're supposed to be a genius," she cooed. "It isn't that hard to pick locks, is it?"

"Depends on the lock. I don't have any tools with me."

They went to the front of the house and Doug inspected the office door. He shook his head. "The spring is too heavy. It would take me two or three hours to open it."

"Damn!" Angie said impatiently.

"Any other openings to the office? Doors? Windows?"

"No other doors. There are windows in two walls, the front of the house and the side."

"Let's go out and look them over."

Outside, Doug decided it would be easier and less conspicuous to climb the tree on the side of the house and try to open the side window. He climbed up the tree and walked along the branch toward the window. The limb was weak and every time he neared the window, he would dangle just out of reach of the window sill. He bounced several times before he finally caught the sill; then he laboriously pulled himself up until he had both elbows on it. Gently, he pushed at the window, hoping it was unlocked. It was. He pushed it open and scrambled inside.

Angie ran inside the house and Doug let her in the office. Together they read the titles of the books on the shelves. Encyclopedia of Sexual Behavior looked promising but turned out to be a book of definitions. Sterility and Its Treatment contained nothing of interest at all, at least, what they could understand of it. The Principles and Practice of Gynecology had some large diagrams of female genitalia drawn from about every angle. However, the pictures were so detailed that both Doug and Angie got lost trying to understand them.

"Doesn't your father have any easy books?" Doug asked despairingly. "Something for beginners?"

"He might at the hospital. I don't know." Books, she thought contemptuously. How much do you learn from books? Damned little!

"There's only one other way," Doug said, eyeing her tentatively. Will she or won't she? he kept asking himself.

"What?" she asked innocently. Does he mean what I think he does? She didn't know him well enough to guess.

"Try it," he said firmly. He was shaking inside, waiting for her explosion. Suppose she laughed at him?

Angie stared boldly back into his eyes. "How much do you know about it?"

He might as well take the chance. "Nothing. How much do you?"

"Nothing." I might as well admit it, she thought.

"Well?" he said matter-of-factly, "are you game?"

Her eyes recognized the challenge in his. "If you are." Can I go through with it? She wasn't sure.

"Let's go back to your room."

They carefully arranged the office as they had found it and went out the door, setting the handle, so it would lock behind them.

Back in her bedroom, Angie opened a dresser drawer. "I'll put a nightie on."

"You don't need one. It's better naked, they say."

"I'd rather." She dropped her eyes and rushed past him to the bathroom and closed the door.

Doug felt curiously abandoned. He undressed slowly, piece by piece, and waited, sitting on the bed. Time passed and he shivered. Was it anticipation or was it cold? His mind was racing. Was he really going to find out what sex was like? He hadn't thought his chance would come so soon. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 8:30. Angie had better start moving, he couldn't stay much longer. And he was getting cold.