Chapter 5

I slept some more against the door of Uncle Don's van as we headed toward the golf course in the dark. I dreamed about his daughter, Carol. She appeared before me in a sheer white flowing gown, her face aglow with a smile. And then she appeared as she had when she was on top of me on the chaise lounge chair by the pool, just as my cock had finally slipped past her freshly broken hymen: her eyes closed to slits, a happy, yet slightly wicked smile playing across her lips. For all we had done the night earlier, the only thing I saw in my dream with any clarity was Carol's face. She had slid down to the base of my cock and lay there on top of me, the heat of her body coaxing my seed from me through my dick, her tight, wet, hot pussy enveloping me completely. And then I came.

Or, at least I feared I had as I sat bolt upright in the front passenger seat of the Dodge van.

"Bad dream, kid?" Uncle Don said without looking at me. The Sun was making its impending arrival known by lighting up the horizon to our left to a bright pink. As nonchalantly as I could I slipped my hand into a pocket and felt around my abdomen and my cock. I was hard as a rock from the dream, but for the thing I was most worried about... I felt around a little more, and then, satisfied that I hadn't just doused the second of Uncle Don's loaned underpants with a sticky load of semen, I relaxed into the back of the seat and answered him.

"No."

"Well, if it was a good dream, I'd hate to see what your bad ones look like!" he said with a chuckle. Uncle Don was a good guy. He just didn't have a son, and I don't think he was as used to talking to boys as he was to girls my age. So his efforts at small talk seemed a little hesitant to me. "It's good you're awake. We're almost there."

Great, I thought. Golf. I couldn't understand why people liked this game. It takes 4 hours to play a complete game... if you're any good at it... and there's absolutely no excitement to it at all. Just whacking a ball toward a hole barely twice the size of the ball, with no distractions or defending of the hole allowed, and the only obstacles are in the landscape around the hole. How much more difficult would the game be if there was somebody guarding the hole, like a goalie? Or if you had only a certain amount of time to hit the ball--like 10 seconds--before someone the size of a linebacker clotheslined you? Without any of that, how difficult a game could it be?

DAMNED difficult!! That's how! Using rented clubs that Uncle Don sized for me, we practiced at the driving range for about a half-hour before his buddies showed up. In that time I was able to start making regular contact with the ball. Then we got to the first tee, and the nightmare commenced. My first few shots off the tees were pretty good, considering my experience. But the minute I began to think that I knew what I was doing, I learned how many different directions a ball can go off the face of a club! By the end of the ninth hole, I had lost so many of Uncle Don's balls that he had to stop at the club house to by a dozen more!

By the end of the round I was miserable. Uncle Don was in good spirits, and he kept telling me I did fine for my first try at golf, but he didn't realize how terrible I felt comparing my score to the worst score of all his buddies.

As they were all finishing their last beers in the club house, and I my last Coke, I heard them talking about tee time for the following day, Tuesday, and Uncle Don said, "We'll make it..." I didn't think I could bear another day like that, and yet, I was strangely looking forward to another whack at that damn ball! But then one of Uncle Don's friends took him aside and was almost whispering to him, and I couldn't tell what they talked about.

In the van on the way home Uncle Don was silent for a while. And then he spoke: "I'm sorry about today, Johnny. I should have spent a day working on the basics of the game instead of throwing you out on the course the first day."

"Hey, it's OK," I replied. "I got real mad a couple of times, but toward the end I think I started to understand about some of the things you told me. I'm actually kind of looking forward to tomorrow." And I was.

That's when the pained look came across his face. "That's just it, Johnny," he said, staring out at the road as it swept under the van. "The guys... they said... we just took too long to play today, and they were getting restless..."

I knew it was coming, now. There was no way to make it pleasant.

"They don't want you to play tomorrow, Johnny. I'm sorry." I started to feel like a heel, like I had maybe hurt Uncle Don's relationship with his golf buddies. But then he said, "I'm playing with them all week except for Friday, and then I'll take you out, just you and me, OK?" I nodded. "Until then, Carol is home during the day, and so are the other kids. You've all been getting along really well. You can think of something to do." BOY, COULD I! I cheered right up after that pep talk!

We got home from the golf course a few minutes before Aunt Linda and Carol got back from the office, so Uncle Don paid the baby sitter who watched Tina, Bethy and Tyler. Actually the baby sitter was for Tyler. The two girls were old enough and responsible enough to stay at home without getting into trouble, but Aunt Linda was not confident enough to leave them in charge of Tyler.

"Carol should be home any minute, Shell, if you want to stick around," Uncle Don said as he headed for the bathroom.

"OK. Sure," she said, and sat on the rocking chair. I pictured Carol there as she was the day before, and started sprouting another erection. Since I had no room of my own there, I just stood in the middle of the living room trying not to look like I didn't know what to do. I heard Bethy and Tina splashing in the pool outside, and Tyler roaring like some kind of monster as he took a running start and jumped into the water.

"Did he behave?" I asked, figuring he probably didn't.

"Mm hmmm," she replied, her eyes only briefly meeting mine before darting away to the TV, which was off.

"I'm J," I said, "Bethy and Tyler's brother."

"I know... I mean, I figured..." she said. "Bethy and Tyler told me about you sometime today," she said with an absent minded flip of her wrist. "I'm Shelley." There was something kind of snotty about this girl. She seemed a little stuck up, but then I didn't know her at all, so who was I to say? "So you play golf?" she asked, perpetuating this poor example of a conversation.

"Um... no. You really couldn't call it golf. What I was playing would have to be called 'Swearing At A Little Ball And Beating It Into The Ground With A Club.'"

"Oh," was all she said, without even the faintest flicker of humor lighting her face. OK, I'm no comedian, so maybe it wasn't funny.

When Uncle Don came out of the bathroom, I went in, carrying the jogging shorts he had lent me the night before, and my clean tank top Aunt Linda had laid out on the back of the couch. While I was in there I heard a couple of car door slams, some voices through the door, Carol's, Aunt Linda's, a screen door slam, some more voices, and quiet. I came out to find Uncle Don, Aunt Linda, Tina, Bethy, and Tyler all sitting down for the dinner that Aunt Linda had carried in from the car, but Carol was nowh ere to be found, and Shelley was gone.

"Hi J!" Aunt Linda nearly shouted. "Come to dinner! How was golf today?"

I answered with a groan and a roll of my eyes.

"That's the same thing Don said when he came home from his first round of golf. That's funny." Uncle Don laughed out loud, so I figured it was either true, or just funny to him, so I smiled. "You going again tomorrow?" I was about to answer her when Uncle Don spoke first.

"He told me he'd prefer to stay here tomorrow and play in the pool with the kids." I was going to tell her what really happened, but I guess Uncle Don didn't want her to think his friends were jerks... which they probably were and which she probably already thought.

"OK. Well, Carol went to have dinner and spend the night at Shelley's, so you'll probably have most of the day to yourself. And there'll probably be some of this food left over, so you can handle lunch by yourself, too. Is that OK?"

I nodded as I shoveled food into my face. Golf makes you hungry.

It wasn't until I was getting ready for bed that I started feeling a little upset that Carol was gone for the night. The past two nights she had been right there with me, and each time it had gotten better. But not just the sex. With all other girls I had ever been attracted to (and at 15, it's nearly every single one!), I pictured them in various stages of undress--ALWAYS--and always it was a full-body, head-to-toe image. But with Carol, even after the things we had done and how good they made me feel, all I could conjure up in my imagination was her face, smiling and laughing, and it made me feel warm inside. I just wanted to reach out and hold her.

When the house was dark and everyone had turned in, I was tempted to sneak out by the pool to the secret hiding place where one could spy on Uncle Don and Aunt Linda doing what comes naturally, but thinking about that brought Carol to mind. With her face floating before my eyes, I fell asleep smiling because I had realized I was in love with her.

The next morning I spent watching various shows on TV. It never failed. No matter what town I visited, it always had better cable than mine did. So around noon I was still in bed (on the hide-a-bed) when Carol came through the door.

"Hi, J! Where are the guys?"

"Bethy and Tina went shopping or something with Tina's friend Hayley and her mother. Said they'd be back by dinner time." A few seconds after Carol came through the door, her friend Shelley, the one I'd met the day before, followed.

"Where's Tyler?" Carol asked.

"Still asleep, I think." And then after a few more seconds, "Hi Shelley."

"Hi, J." She smiled at me weakly, and blushed. She seemed a little less stuck up this time than she had the day before, but it was still like she was a thousand miles away. Carol disappeared down the hallway, leaving me with Shelley the Mystery, and a few minutes later she emerged from the hallway, and I heard a door shut down the hall. Carol went into the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal and left it on the table. Shortly after that, I heard the muffled flush of the toilet, and then Tyler came from the hallway.

"Here ya go, sweetie," Carol said to him, gesturing to the cereal. Then she headed out the door, leaving Shelley with me, and said, "Be right back..."

I looked at Shelley and shrugged, and then I excused myself for a quick shower. After toweling off, I put on my trunks and tank top and headed out for the kitchen. No one was in the living room when I went past it, and Tyler was still seated at the kitchen table, playing with the toy that came out of the box. I snatched up the box of cereal, Cap'n Crunch, and poured myself a bowl. While I was eating I heard giggles coming from down the hall. It was Carol and Shelley in Carol's room, apparently sharing some girl moment or other. The doorbell rang and, after the impulse to get up and answer the door passed, I sat and waited for Carol to get it (after all, it wasn't my house!). She called for Tyler to come to the door. I looked up to the door and saw a little boy, about Tyler's age, standing beyond the screen.

"Tyler, this is Davey. He lives a couple doors down. He saw you playing out front yesterday and wants to know if you want to come over to his house and play."

Tyler looked him over for a second, then nodded and said, "OK."

Carol said, "Davey, did you already ask your mom?" He nodded. "She said it's OK?" He nodded. "OK. Tyler, you promise to behave?" Tyler nodded. "OK. You guys have fun." The boys left, and Carol padded barefoot to the phone in the kitchen and dialed a number.

"Mrs. Coles? This is Carol, from down the street. Davey was just here and asked if my cousin could come over there to play. I asked him if it was OK with you and he said yes. It is? OK I just wanted to make sure. Just send him home whenever you get tired of him, OK? OK. Bye-bye." She placed the handset back on the wall unit, and smiled at me sweetly, and then returned to her room.

I resumed my mid-day breakfast, and played with the cereal-box toy that Tyler had abandoned. After I scooped up the last puff of... whatever it is that Cap'n Crunch is made of, and drank the milk out of the bowl, I heard Carol's bedroom door open and the voices of the two girls as they approached the kitchen. When they rounded the corner in to the room, my heart nearly flew out of my throat! Carol was wearing a bright yellow bikini with little blue wavy lines spotted all over it, and it was a bit smaller and more revealing than the one I had seen her in two days before up at Lake Wetauga! This one accentuated the curves of her breasts and made them appear larger than they were, and they appeared as though they were going to fall out any second! And Shelley came around the corner in a green polka-dotted bikini that was just as revealing! Shelley had a little bit more baby fat clinging to her belly and thighs, but her tits were bigger than Carol's!

"We're going to lay out by the pool, J," Carol said over her shoulder as she slid open the heavy glass door. "You can come out with us, if you'd like."

"OK. I'll be a minute," I said, looking underneath the table to my trunks, already suspended above my abdomen by my stiff cock. "Right after my dick settles down," I didn't say out loud!

After a few minutes of thinking about eating spinach, and trying to picture Old Lady Hatchford from down the street back home getting it on with Roy Fletcher, the mailman (there had been rumors, but they were in their sixties, for Christ's sake!), I was able to make it out to the pool. The girls were sitting on the edge with their feet in the water, making little splashing noises as they talked about whatever. I tossed my tank top onto the deck table that was out there and proceeded to commandeer the chaise lounge, even though it already had a towel on it. "Hey! I claimed that chair!" Carol shouted.

"Move your feet, lose your seat" I retorted. Carol got to her feet and sped toward me, a smile on her face.

"Give me back my chair!" I turned my back to her and lifted her towel to toss it aside when she reached me. She threw her hands out to either side of me and reached around for her towel. Her breasts and belly pressed softly against my back as I dangled the towel out of her reach. Then she pulled one arm back and pinched a tuft of hair from my armpit in her fingers and pulled hard.

"OOOOOWWWW!!" I yelled, and I whirled around to face her. As I spun, she pushed me, and I fell backwards onto the chaise, and she fell with me. Instinctively, my hands flew to her waist as I fell, and when I landed softly on the chair, she was directly on top of me.

"OK, you win," Carol said. "But you owe me!" she added with a wicked smile. As she lifted herself from my body, she placed her hands out for support--one on my chest, the other directly on my crotch! I felt her hand give a little squeeze, and I looked at her face and saw another wicked little gleam in her eyes.

Carol and Shelley spread their towels out on the grass just off the patio and, amid chatter between the two, began to slather sun lotion all over themselves. After each one did the other's back (I was tempted to ask if I could do some!) Carol asked me if I needed the lotion, which I did. When it came time for my back, I was almost afraid to ask for help because Shelley was there, and I didn't' t know what she might think.

"Um... Carol?" I said quietly. She turned around. "Could you help me?"

She got up on her knees and said, "Sure!" She thumped Shelley on the thigh and said, "Come help me."

Help her? I thought. Certainly Carol wasn't going to try something with her friend right here, was she? I lay on my belly. Carol poured the lotion straight onto my back, and when the cool liquid hit my skin I flinched. Then I felt Carol's warm hands begin to spread the lotion across my shoulders. She rubbed up and down the length of my back and around to my sides, and after a few minutes her action was more of a massage than anything else. It began to feel really nice, so I just lay there enjoyi ng it. Her hands left my back suddenly, and I heard a couple of whispers, and then a sharply whispered "NO!" Just as I was about to ask what was wrong I felt hands on the backs of my thighs.

I was about to tell Carol that I already put lotion there, but as I was taking the breath I heard Shelley's voice: "Carol, what are you doing?!" And then I felt the hands slip underneath the hem line of my shorts."

"I want to show you something," Carol said. "What we were talking about last night."

"What?!" Just then Carol's hands slid all the way up to my buttocks and her thumbs dipped down between my thighs and stroked the back of my balls. I stiffened instantly, uncomfortably so, and I adjusted my midsection on the lounge to accommodate.

"Watch this," I heard Carol say, almost in a whisper. "Here. Roll over, J." She pulled at my shoulder and waist. I wasn't sure what she was up to, but I rolled over anyway, my cock tenting out my trunks proudly. Shelley didn't say anything, but her eyes spoke her mind when they caught view of the new dimensions of my trunks! Carol leaned down and took my nipple in her mouth and licked and sucked it briefly. The sudden sensation caused my dick to twitch involuntarily, which elicited a gasp from Shelley. "Isn't it neat?"

"Carol, we shouldn't be doing this," Shelley whispered, her breath coming in deep, shivering rhythm.

Carol was rubbing her hand up and down my lotion-slick chest, her thumb absently toying with a nipple. "Come on, Shell. You said last night you wanted to learn. What better time than right now?" And without further word she slid her other hand under the waistband of my trunks and pulled them down the length of my thighs. My cock sprang free of the trunks and stood proudly at attention before the two teenage girls.

Shelley's eyes widened dramatically, probably because this was the first erect penis she had ever seen. Carol looked at me. "J, will you help me teach Shelley how to make your thingie shoot out that white stuff?" Shelley's head snapped around to Carol as though she didn't believe what she had just said. At this point I would have agreed to cutting off my own hand had they asked me! I could only muster a tiny nod of my head.

"Cool!" Carol shouted. She turned her head away from my face and looked at Shelley, who had been sitting beside my thigh the whole time. "Watch me." I felt Carol's hand wrap around my shaft as she pulled herself up and rested her chest against my side. After a few electric moments I felt her tongue slide slowly across the very tip of my dick. From my vantage point all I could see was the back of Carol's head and her back and shoulders... and Shelley's face from her eyes up. As Carol's tongue slid around the head of my dick, Shelley's eyes went wide with surprise. I felt Carol's tongue swirl around a few times, and then she pressed her lips against it and pushed her head down onto my cock. Shelley's eyes blinked slowly, and as Carol's head revealed more of Shelley to me, I noticed that Shelley was licking her lips. Carol slid about half of the length of my cock into her mouth and then pulled it back out, sucking hard the whole way up. My buttocks squeezed as the sensation rippled through my bod y, and a pleased grunt escaped my lips. "See? He likes it! You try it."

Shelley's eyes went wide again as she looked at Carol. She looked down and noticed that her hand was on my thigh. Carol lifted herself off of me, and past my cock I could see Shelley's eyes darting back and forth from my eyes to my cock, to Carol and back, all the while licking her lips in uncertainty. "Come on, Shell. When are you going to get a shot like this again? We're willing to teach you! You told me last night you wanted to learn how..." I could see Shelley's resistance break down behind her eyes. She leaned a little forward, then looked Carol in the eyes and nodded her head.

Carol reached around behind herself, untied her bikini top, and removed it. "Take yours off, Shelley," she said as she reached forward and untied it in the front for her. "He likes to look at titties." Carol pulled Shelley's top off of her shoulders, exposing the girl's beautiful breasts to me. "There. You like 'em, J?" I nodded weakly. "See?"

After an initial shyness, Shelley discarded her fear of exposure and concentrated on the lesson. "This is where he's most sensitive," Carol said, pointing to the base of the head on the underside of my dick. "You lick him there."

Shelley's tongue slid out tentatively, like a turtle from its shell, and she leaned forward. Impatient to close the gap, I tried raising my hips to her tongue, but Carol gently pushed me down. "She'll get there, J..." The closer Shelley got to my cock, the closer Carol leaned in. At the last second, Carol gripped my dick in her fingers and held it steady for Shelley. Shelley's tongue made contact with the thin membrane that stretches from the head to the shaft with an electric jolt like I'd never felt before. I shuddered, causing Shelley to rear back. "It's OK," Carol said to her. "It's VERY sensitive." Shelley returned to my dick, this time a little bolder. She began to lick up and down the shaft with some confidence, causing my hips to undulate barely within my control.

"OK, now put it in your mouth." Carol slid around to where she was next to Shelley, watching her closely. Shelley repositioned herself so that her head was above my cock, and she grasped the base tentatively. She closed her eyes and lowered her head to my penis. As her lips neared the head, they parted almost enough to let it pass through, but not quite. The circumference of my dick was just slightly more than her opened lips, and when they made contact, my dick slid exquisitely against and past Shelley's soft lips. I let out a low groan, and Shelley's eyes opened and met mine. I smiled at her, and her eyes smiled back.

"OK, now suck on it," encouraged Carol. Shelley complied, her cheeks hollowing slightly as her applied suction went to work on me. It felt good at first, but then she was only sucking on it like a baby on a bottle. "No, you have to go up and down," Carol admonished. Shelley looked at her with uncertainty--the student trying to accept correction from the teacher--and began to bob her head up and down on my pole.

"No. That's not it." I didn't recall complaining. "Here, let me show you." Carol grabbed the base of my cock where Shelley's hand was, and Shelley relinquished control of it to her. Carol swiftly consumed my cock and began an intricate sucking/licking/bobbing motion on me, and my reaction was immediate, my hips grinding upward to push more of myself into her face.