Chapter 2

They'd left the party early, staying long enough to have several drinks and to mingle with their classmates for the last time. Now, in the confines of Darren's Buick LeSabere, Amy looked at Darren contemplatively. He was tall, 6'2" and had the muscular physique of an all-star football player, which he was. His curly dark brown hair, including a beard and Fu Manchu mustache, framed a very handsome young face as he maneuvered the Buick into a darkened parking space and shut the engine off. The radio stayed on, playing a series of Prince's hits. Amy shifted her body, moving closer to him. Darren's arm went around her shoulder.

After a few preliminary non-tongue kisses, Darren wriggled and squirmed until he joined Amy on the passenger side.

"Do I have to get you home early? Like before two?" He asked quietly.

"No rush," Amy replied. "My Mom's asleep by now and it's my last night before leaving for New York."

"Yeah," Darren sighed. And I'm off to Syracuse in two weeks. Will I ever see you again?"

"Of course you will silly, for sure I'll send you tickets to see me on Broadway."

He groaned.

"And for sure I'll be home to visit; maybe you'll be here too. Like summer vacation."

She allowed her eyes to drink in his handsome features and smugly reassured herself that he was the best looking stud in school and she had him eating out of her hand. Amy recalled the looks that Shannon and Terry had given her when she went out to dance with Darren earlier. He hadn't looked at either of them and Terry's tits were almost hanging out of her gown. She smiled inwardly and reached out to caress Darren's face, thinking, 'I'll bet that when Shannon left with Jackie Simmons she couldn't wait to put out for him.'

Amy knew Darren was getting hard now because he was squirming more than ever, and with a studied casualness, she brought her face mere inches from his and then kissed him passionately. And as their tongues danced in a familiar, comfortable pattern, she reveled in past memories with him. Junior year, their first date and the furtive way he'd cupped her left breast. Homecoming Queen Night, after the football game which he'd scored four touchdowns in routing their arch rival Quincy High. She had touched his penis as the car pulled up to her house and then gaily ran up the steps and closed the door in his face. 'He's so easy to control, ' she thought, still in the midst of a torrid kiss.

Moments later, Darren ended the kiss, and leaned back slightly, staring at her face as if for perhaps the last time. He observed the gloss on her swollen lips and committed it to memory. He sighed and as if she had read his mind, she kissed him again, wetting his lips with her spittle, pressing her breasts hard against him; sucking on his upper lip, then his tongue was probing, thrusting and parrying on a pace with hers.

Amy was thinking that all this was about to end, and was overcome by a loneliness that surprised her and caused her to moan. At the sound of Amy's moan, Darren misinterpreted it for something else and his hand moved without any hesitation swiftly to the scoop neckline of Amy's dress and down into the tight confines of her bra.

Amy was momentarily confused. Her mind had been elsewhere, but the electric tingle that surged though her as his fingers caressed the flesh of her breast for the first time brought her quickly back to reality. Frightened somewhat, but more excited than anything else, she realized that she was on automatic pilot in that part of her was moaning no, another screaming yes.

Now her mind was racing. She knew she could control him, but did she want to? Did she really want to stop him from going any further?

She reached a decision. Here, hidden in the evening moonlight, no one would ever know what she thought or what actually happened and so she relaxed. Her hand went to the top of his head. His hair was soft and full and seemed to beckon her fingers to comb through and cling to.

Amy found herself breathing harder and faster.

Darren was staring down into her cleavage and smiled then licked his lips which were suddenly very dry.

Amy leaned forward with her arms pinning her breasts together trapping his hand on her breast.

"Amy," he croaked. "Please?"

She moaned in reply and Darren took that for approval to go on and his hand slid around under her gown until his fingernails touched the edge of her nipple, and found it erect and buoyant to his touch. Darren still retained the presence of mind to distract her by running his moist tongue across her outer ear and heard her moan aloud in a voice that seemed strangely detached.

Indeed, Amy wondered if it were hers. 'Am I letting him do this, or is he in control now?' she wondered, then decided she really didn't care. 'Shannon and Terry told me they were getting laid tonight, the least I can do is to let Darren touch me a little and maybe, just maybe I'll do something nasty to him in return.'

"Yes, oh please yes." She groaned in order to signal her lowered resistance.

Darren nuzzled her neck and as Amy groaned with delight she moved her head allowing him better access. He lick-kissed his way from her ear to the hollow of her shoulder then back up again, in time to her quiet moans. All the while teasing that nipple, feeling it grow turgid under his fingers. She was breathing faster, now, murmuring unintelligible words.

His hand moved across the curve of her breast and Amy asked him to stop for just a moment and he sighed, signaling defeat. He'd been expecting this. They'd never gone this far before. And so he couldn't believe what he heard next.

"No, I don't want you to stop. I really like what you're doing. I need to open my dress or we'll tear it." She said, her sexual anxiety revealed to both of them.

"Sure," he responded quickly as he pulled back from her, his hopes soaring. Quickly Amy loosened the back of her dress and undid the hidden bra beneath it. Her breasts surged free and Darren cupped one in his large hand and kissed the stiff nipple.

"Ummmmm," he moaned.

"Do you like them, ' Amy asked, confident in her body, but still fearful of rejection. He'd never gotten this far before and she had nothing to measure a man's liking for her breasts, except for the countless stares she'd received over the last four years.

"They're wonderful Amy. And so are you," he said gently, and with one arm he drew her to him, leaving the other free to roam up and down her side, trailing over her lap and down her thigh to her knee and up again, lightly brushing against her breast, then squeezing it hard.

Amy moaned.

"Did I hurt you?" Darren inquired with genuine concern.

"No. No, it felt fine. I like it. Please... do it some more."

"Amy?"

She responded hazily. "Ummm?" She'd just convinced herself to touch him "there" and her arm halted in mid-movement.

"Let's get into the back seat. We can be more comfy there." Darren said and she found his voice tinged with a sexy huskiness that was irresistible.

"Ummm, okay," she murmured and crawled gracefully over the seat and in the process provided Darren with a clear view of her thong-pantied crotch. Without any delay he vaulted over the seat and onto her, causing both to laugh with a combination of lust and youthful embarrassment.

As he straightened himself out, Amy's searching hand found him and cautiously applied light pressure along the side of his cock. It jerked in response to her touch and she heard him groan. Amy felt almost giddy with power and as she continued to slowly caress him she noticed a wet spot forming on his crotch and smiled to herself. I did that, she thought intuitively. I did that.

"Oh, God," he groaned.

"What?" Amy asked, knowing the answer.

"I... I'm so sorry Amy."

"What is it Darren?"

"I... ummm, came when you touched me like that."

She had never heard him sound so sad before and wanted desperately to comfort him.

"Well... it'll get hard again won't it?"

"We're not finished? You're not angry?"

"No you big dufus, come here and take this," she said, holding her breast out to him.

He found her nipple and his mouth closed on it, sucking it ever so gently.

"Darren?" She said dreamily content while his lips provided Amy with a gratifying delight that was much more than she had anticipated.

'Why, ' she told herself, 'this is almost as nice as when I touch myself down there.'

"Hmmmm," he murmured, not wanting to leave her tit.

"Will you be getting hard soon?" She asked, wanting to touch his silken shaft once more.

'I hope it does, ' she thought, 'how can it be so hard and yet so delicate to the touch?' Her mind raced ahead, 'Shannon took Casey Farrell in her mouth last month, at least that's what she told Tina and she said it was nasty, filthy nasty when he came, but that before then it was wonderful. I wonder if I should... '

Her reverie was aborted at this point as Darren released her breast for an instant, he replied, "Oh yeah. Soon, very soon. Just keep on like that. Maybe... ?"

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe... you could play with it some?" And he resumed his licking and sucking.

Amy thought about his request, but didn't act upon it.

'I can't believe I'm doing this, ' Darren told himself. 'But, it feels too good to stop.'

For her part, Amy moaned contentedly at the wonderful feeling surging through her breast. And she recalled the wonderful feeling of his thingy, earlier and then it was still in the confines of his pants. With a zest that surprised her, Amy carefully searched for Darren's zipper, and finding it, carefully pulled it down and pried his cock out. She found herself amazed at its soft, pliant quality and its silky texture which came as a very pleasant surprise. Amy suddenly found herself living her earlier reverie as a strong desire to take him in her mouth formed and she had to call on all her willpower to fight the urge to do it.

'Later, she promised herself, later.'

"Christ, Amy, I can't believe you're touching me," Darren said, his voice cracking as he imagined things that seemed impossible only minutes earlier.

"It's so cute, your little thingy is darling. I never thought it would be like this, I... I thought it'd be long and hard."

"Keep that up and it will be," he laughed weakly. Then inspired by Amy's boldness, his fingers walked across her belly, found her center and pressed in. Darren could feel the scratchy lace of her panties and beyond it the hot heat of her mound. He put his thumb over her clit and pressed gently.

Amy convulsed and squeezed his back.

"OH!" She writhed with pleasure and yelped in surprise. Darren was the first to touch her there! Fearing to say the words themselves, she laughed giddily, hoping to encourage him to go further.