Chapter 5

School started the first week of September. I was a freshman at a new school, so everything was both exciting and confusing for a while. As a Catholic girls school, it wasn't as big as the public high schools, but it seemed enormous to me. Many of my classmates were girls that I had been in school with for years, but there were a lot of new girls who came from other schools, too. I wasn't the prettiest or the smartest girl in my class, but I had a new confidence in myself that held up pretty well. I had a boyfriend who was a senior, which gave me a certain status. And while my sex life was a secret, it let me give knowing smiles in certain situations that made people wonder. I liked that.

The downside was that I saw a lot less of Bob than I had during the summer. We talked on the phone most nights, but my parents didn't allow him to come over on weeknights, supposedly so I could study. He was working as much as school allowed so he could to pay for gas and upkeep on his car, and have money for movies now and then. We just didn't have that much time to be together, much less any time alone. I got very horny, and so did Bob.

From June through August, we had gotten into a comfortable relationship. At least I was comfortable with it. Our initial total infatuation with each other had mellowed into a more normal boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. The better we got to know each other, the more aware we became of each other's faults. Or what we perceived as faults. Bob was confident and assertive, and from his point of view, he was always right. I had been meek and compliant in the beginning, but I had now found my voice, and more and more I was speaking up for what I wanted. I found that Bob listened to me best when I had his dick in my hand.

I wanted more of a social life. I wanted to introduce Bob to my friends and to get to know his friends. I wanted to meet his family. In short, I wanted to be his girlfriend.

Bob wanted more sex. He wasn't interested in socializing, because that took time away from our limited opportunities to be alone. He wanted to get down to business, and get off. Although he had so far honored our bargain about my virginity, he wasn't happy about it. He really, really wanted to fuck me, but he knew I wasn't going to give in about that.

In September, we went out a few times to events at his school or mine, and we always found enough time for a little sex before or afterwards, usually in the car. I even jerked him off while he was driving, which almost resulted in a wreck. After that, I would gently stroke him sometimes while driving, but I refused to jack him off unless we were parked. Bob didn't mind taking risks, but I wanted to live to be 15.

Part of what was happening between us was that Bob was getting the biggest share of orgasms. During the summer, it had been a mutual thing. Now that school had started, we had less time to be together, and when we could get together, we usually went out. I had wanted to get out and be more social, but fewer long afternoons on the couch meant Martha wasn't getting satisfied. We tried lots of times in the car, but I just had a hard time relaxing in the car, at least in parking lots. I would lay on the seat with my head in Bob's lap, knees up, legs spread, and panties down. To his credit, Bob tried hard to get me off, but sometimes I was just too tense, and we just gave up. I could get off when I got home, but the effect of my own fingers was not as satisfying as when Bob did it to me. I was horny a lot more than I was used to.