"Two nights, Ash." Ashley's brother was being stubborn.

"Tommy," Ashley responded, "it's a senior. It's Ryan Barnes. It's my entire future." Ryan was one of the cool boys, and Ashley knew if she were late for a date with Ryan -- her first date with Ryan -- for any reason, he wouldn't ask her out again. If she were late because she had to do the dishes, the entire school would laugh at her. "I'll bet his family has a dishwasher."

"Well, our family has two dishwashers."

"Oh, Mom!" Ashley hadn't thought that joke was funny the first time her mom had told it.

"Don't talk like that to your mother." Dad gave Mom plenty of criticism, but he was quick to tell Ashley that she shouldn't.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"Take your choice, Ash," Tommy said. "Tonight, or both Saturday and Monday." Sunday was already her day. So was Tuesday. If she agreed, she'd be doing dishes for four days in a row.

"Okay. I'll do them Saturday and Monday. But just wait until you want something from me." Even as she said it, Ashley knew she was dreaming. When Tommy wanted something from her, he'd talk her out of it.

But, even though she'd have to be Cinderella for the rest of the week, she was a princess that night. She was waiting at the door and went out immediately when Ryan honked.

"What's with the prim-and-proper look?" he asked after he'd turned onto the main highway.

"Well, my parents have rules." But, Ryan being there and her parents being back home, she undid one button of her blouse.

"That looks like a high-school girl," he approved. Then, when he stopped for a red light, he reached over and undid another button. "And that looks like Ryan Barnes's date."

She blushed and hoped that none of the teachers mentioned it that night. Still, she was Ryan's date. She left it unbuttoned.

She had a great time at the dance. As Ryan's date, she felt like she was one of the in crowd at last. And, dressed like she was, she felt sexy.

What was more important, Ryan must have thought she looked sexy, too. In the first close dance, he began to get an erection. When she felt it, she moved back a little so as not to embarrass him. Apparently not embarrassed, he pulled her more tightly against him. He ground his groin into her stomach as his erection grew. She was glad that the next dance was a fast one. She was still Ryan's partner, but they weren't touching. Especially, she wasn't touching him there.

"Let's go," said Ryan late in the evening. She was a little surprised. Her curfew was an hour and a half away, and she'd thought that cool seniors like Ryan had no curfew at all. When they left, however, Ryan drove north, instead of west towards her house. He pulled over behind a closed store. "Nobody can see us here," he said. He reached over to pull her into a kiss.

She was being kissed by Ryan Barnes! Ryan's hand was on her tit! She was one of the cool crowd, now.

"There's more room in the back seat," Ryan said. Well, the front seat in the old Buick had lots of room, but the steering wheel must have been in his way. They got into the back seat. Ryan kissed her again. While his tongue invaded her mouth, his hand was on her buttons.

She'd never let a boy go that far, but she'd never dated a senior, either. Obviously, Ryan expected it. He seemed to expect more; his hand was on her bra strap.

"Lean forwards," he said.

"But..." She wasn't sure she should. This was a first date, after all. What would he expect on a second or third date?

"Lean forwards, little girl." Clearly, if she didn't, there wouldn't be a second date. She leaned forward, and he unsnapped the bra. He pulled down her blouse at the same time.

"What?"

"Nobody can see." Well, he could see. But, after she took off blouse and bra, he kissed her again. His tongue and his hand on her tit were exciting. The thought that she was making out, making out with Ryan Barnes, in a parked car was even more exciting.

When his mouth left hers, it was to travel down her neck, her shoulder, her tit. "Ryan!" she said when he sucked on her nipple.

"Uh huh."

It was exciting. For the first time, the physical actions were more exciting than the idea of being with Ryan. It got more exciting for a while. Then Ryan opened the door. "Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere. You'll feel more comfortable like this. Try it. " And, standing on the ground outside the car, Ryan tugged her feet until she was lying on the back seat. He got all the way in again, kneeling on the floor beside her. Her feet stuck out, if not very far.

He leaned forward to kiss her again. Then he kissed back down to her tits. He sucked on her right nipple for a moment before going back to her left tit. His mouth was busy there, while his hand held her left tit and teased that nipple.

Then his other hand was under her skirt.

She knew that some boys did that with some girls. But on a first date? On the other hand, maybe the cool crowd did. They didn't seem to wait for anything, and Ryan had to know. And she didn't want to have him think of her as some shrinking violet. She was in the tenth grade now, not some innocent middle-school girl. "Panty hose!" Ryan said tugging at the waistband. "That's okay for school." Not, his tone implied, for a dance.