Chapter 16

The week after my library adventure with Gary was living hell. I had my period, so I felt lousy, but I had to take all my final exams. I was usually a pretty good student, but I had not been keeping up in several classes, and I really wasn't prepared for my finals. I stayed up late at night and crammed, and did some studying with friends, but I did not do very well on the exams. Fortunately, I had a good average from early in the semester, but my cumulative grade average suffered. When all my tests were over, I think I slept for about two days straight.

I had talked to Gary on the phone a few times during exam week. He was hitting the books hard too, but school would be out soon, and we made plans to get back together as soon as we could after exams. Gary went to a different high school, and his exam period went on longer than mine did, so I would be finished a few days before he was. He wanted to take me out on a real date, and I said I would go, but that's as far as our plans went at that point. I specifically avoided any discussion of sex, and he didn't mention it either. He was supposed to get his driver's license sometime after school was out, but he wasn't sure how much his parents would let him drive by himself. Whatever the limitations, I was really interested in the freedom that a boyfriend with a car would give us.

The last week of school was kind of fun, as there was no homework and most of the teachers showed movies or just let us have fun in class. They changed the schedule so we would get out of school early on Thursday, but I didn't say anything to my parents about it. I just called Roger and told him that I would come over to his house Thursday after school, if he would be home alone. He got excited, as usual, and worked out a plan to go straight home after school instead of stopping by the library to see his aunt. We would have three or four hours to ourselves, and I knew just what I wanted to do.

On Thursday we were released from school at noon, so I went to the Dairy Queen with my friends and killed a few hours with them, chatting about our plans for the summer. About three o'clock, I got a friend to drop me off at a store close to Roger's house, and I walked to his house from there. I was waiting for him in the garage when Roger got home. As soon as he opened the door, my first stop was the bathroom, because I really needed to pee. Roger was right on my heels, so I didn't bother to close the bathroom door, and just let him stand in the door and watch. Cheap thrills, I guess.

Roger had about a thousand things he wanted to tell me, since I hadn't seen him for weeks. He was going to spend part of the summer with his cousins in Arkansas, and would be leaving in June. I really wasn't too interested in what he was saying; what I wanted was to get off as quickly as possible. I pulled him by the hand down to his room, and I told hush up and take off his clothes. He shucked off his shoes, t-shirt and jeans quickly, leaving on his white jockey shorts that were tented out by his little hard dick. As always, his room smelled like model paint or glue, or maybe both.

I had been thinking about this for days, and the anticipation had left me both wet and impatient. I quickly shed all my clothes and lay back naked on Roger's single bed with my legs spread. Rogers' eyes got big as I stripped. He knew me well enough to know that when I was like this, it was best for him to shut up and do what he was told.

"Come here and lick me, Roger. Lick me until I tell you to stop."

Roger took off his glasses, knelt on the bed between my legs, and lowered his face to my cunt. I grabbed his head and pulled his lips up against my clit. Finally, I felt his wet tongue slip out from his lips and touch the hood over my clit. Suddenly, I was in heaven, and thrust my hips up against him.

Roger tried to please me, but while that position felt good to me, it was awkward for him, and he complained that I was breaking his neck. We shifted around a little so that he could kneel on the floor, with my hips near the edge of the bed. That was more comfortable for him, and I encouraged Roger on to greater efforts. I was so hot and horny at that point that it only took a few minutes of his awkward lapping before my first orgasm hit.

It was all about me. I basically used Roger as a deluxe masturbation aid, having him lick and suck me as I massaged my nipples until I came. For a change of pace, I would have him suck on a breast while I fingered myself. After the first big one, I had a lot of good orgasms; not really explosive big ones, but smaller, very nice ones almost on demand. I don't remember how long that went on, but I lived out my fantasy and I came repeatedly. I finally got enough and just had Roger snuggle up with me on the bed.

Since I was at least a foot taller than Roger, the natural position was for me to snuggle up against his back and wrap my arms around him. That position also kept my long hair out of the way. For a long time we just lay there comfortably as I recovered from my orgasms. I liked the feel of my nipples against his warm bare back. He knew I didn't want to talk, so Roger was uncharacteristically quiet and still. Eventually, I slipped my hand under the elastic band of his jockey shorts and held his balls and dick in my hand.