Chapter 11

Taylor smiled to herself as Billy drove through the darkened streets to his house. His mother had made them drive over to the house before dinner so she could take pictures of them together. His parents had divorced years ago, and now it was simply the two of them. She worked the graveyard shift, eleven to seven, to pick up the shift differential, and had cadged a ride with a friend to work. She and Taylor would have the house to themselves for hours.

They had been dating since the Spring Dance. They had known each other since first grade and had always been friends, but never more than that, and Taylor had never suspected that anything more would ever occur. Billy was almost a year older than her, and they didn’t really travel in the same circles even though both were in the same grade. When he had gotten his license at sixteen, his mother had told him that he could start dating. When he had asked, with considerable confusion, “Who?” Janice Worley had suggested he ask a friend like Taylor to the Spring Dance.

Afterwards, Billy had confessed to Taylor that the second bravest thing he ever did in his entire life was when he had finally gotten up the courage to ask her. To his amazement and surprise, Taylor had agreed. She had replied after he admitted his terror at a possible rejection, “Why would I have said ‘No’? You’re my friend.”

Everything had gone quite normally for what was the first date for either teen, in other words, quite poorly. They had both been incredibly nervous, and both managed to trip, stumble, and spill their way through the evening. However, towards the end of the evening, Billy managed to work up the nerve to hold Taylor’s hand, and sparks flew like static electricity. Simply holding her hand in his felt so wonderful that they both forgot their earlier gaffes and concentrated on each other. When he walked her to her door, Billy did the bravest thing in his young life, and kissed Taylor.

Taylor had no idea how long they kissed or when she went inside or even how she made it to her room. The next morning her mother and brother found her staring dreamily out the bedroom window, still dressed for the dance. Within days the pair had become lovers.

Neither she nor Billy were stupid or naïve, and they knew that high school loves rarely lasted, but both thought that this was something far, far more than a simple high school love. They were so different it was almost comical, the beautiful and popular cheerleader dating the centerfold for ‘Geek Monthly.’ She was a card-carrying charter member of the ‘In Crowd’ at school and Billy was a member of the Computer Club. When a few so-called friends told her to dump the loser, she told them that if the choice was Billy or them, she chose Billy. Her real friends shrugged their shoulders, mystified, but welcomed the shy boy into their group. Billy’s friends, on the other hand, couldn’t believe the luck that one of their own had, and immediately began asking other cheerleaders out, all to no avail. Secretly the two began planning their future. Billy planned on MIT, Taylor on a nearby state college-.

The busty young blonde had been tormenting her date for hours. Shortly after they had arrived at the dance, she had whispered to him, “I’m not wearing any panties,” and had been delighted at how he had started and stared at her. From then on until the end of the evening, every ten or fifteen minutes, she had whispered erotic torments to him. When they started dancing slowly and his hands brushed her ass, Taylor had said, “I’m not wearing pantyhose, just stockings.” For the rest of the night, it was more of the same. “Your cock feels so hard pressed against my pussy.” “I’m so horny, my pussy juice is running down my thighs.” “Do you like my dress, Billy? I was worried that people might see my nipples through the fabric.” “Please, Billy, don’t get so excited you cum in your pants. I’d rather swallow it.”

Billy was in a state of constant agitation. He repeatedly offered to take her home immediately and relieve her distress, but Taylor kept declining, saying she wanted to stay to the end. She rubbed her body against his seductively, feeling his hard young cock threatening to tear through his zipper. At one point, he exclaimed to her that she needed a good spanking, to which she sweetly batted her eyes and said, “Oh, please Billy, please spank me. Pull my dress off and spank my bare bottom. I get so tingly and wet just thinking about that. It makes me want to cum!” He had simply groaned with frustration and rolled his eyes to heaven for relief.

Now Billy’s relief was momentary. He pulled into the driveway and rushed around the car, almost tearing the door off the hinges to let her out, then hustled her through the winter cold into the house. Leading Taylor to the family room in the basement, he grabbed her and pulled her to him. Taylor wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against him, kissing him deeply as their tongues dueled. Behind her back, Billy unzipped her dress and untied the halter top. Pushing her away slightly, he stepped back to watch the brown velvet to slide down her body and pool at her feet. He stepped back a few feet more and feasted in the sight of her standing there naked but for her thigh length stockings and ankle-strapped high heels.