Chapter 2A

Jeff was wearing navy blue slacks with a light blue shirt and a blue and white sweater. Devlin was pleasantly surprised she couldn't smell any aftershave. She couldn't smell any spray-on deodorant, either--she still remembered that jock she'd gone out with two weeks before. He'd reeked of Old Spice aftershave and Right Guard deodorant all night long. It'd been enough to make her want to gag. Jeff's sweater and slacks--the color seemed right for him. Maybe he was finally paying attention to how he looked.

"We'll be back about 10:30," Jeff told Sue.

"Okay," Sue said. "Make sure the people at the dance give you get a sticker for being out after curfew."

"Of course," Jeff said. As they walked out on the porch he gestured at the car in the driveway. "My new wheels. I just got it the day before yesterday."

It was a dark blue Subaru that showed far too many commuting miles. But aside from showing its age it seemed to be in good condition. And there weren't any strange noises when he started it up. Rock music was playing softly on the radio.

"Nice music," she said as they pulled out of the driveway.

"Glad you like it," he said. "I wasn't sure what kind of music you liked."

"Do you listen to rock?"

"Most of the time. I like a mix of folk, country and rock, but my folks like the Oldies stuff, when they listen to something other than Gospel."

"So does my Mom," Devlin said. "I keep telling her, it isn't Woodstock any more. The Beatles haven't played together in 25 years." She looked at the radio. "I didn't know any radio station around here played a mix of folk, rock and country."

"They don't," Jeff said, shaking his head. "I put a CD changer in the car. I load it up with my favorite CD's and set it to random play."

"Do you have it loaded right now?" she asked, her curiosity aroused.

"Sure, that's what's playing right now." They came to a light. He pushed a button. There was a click from under the seat, and then a man's baritone filled the car. "Alan Jackson," Jeff said.

They had time for a few more songs before they got to the high school. The parking lot was half full. A lot of kids didn't care for the Thursday night dances at the school, but in rural Illinois there wasn't much else to do in the evening. The county had a curfew, but going to the dance got you out of that provided you got a pass at the dance and went straight home. The woman at the door took down their names as they entered.

The dance was in the cafeteria. Most of the tables had been put away, just leaving a row along each wall. A DJ from a Peoria radio station was playing the music. Devlin liked him, he played a variety of songs, some fast, some slow. You could dance to his music. You couldn't dance to some of the other stuff you heard on the radio. As they entered the room Devlin could see some kids already out on the floor dancing. She waved to a couple of friends as Jeff led them to a table.

"I thought you had to baby-sit," Marilee Carter, one of her friends, said.

"That's tomorrow night," Devlin said.

"Friday?" Marilee said. "Babysitting on Fridays could destroy your social life."

"Sue needs the help," Devlin said. "And I do have a social life." She patted Jeff on the arm.

"I hear you don't get out much," Marilee's twin sister Annalee said. They were medium height, with short brown hair, square faces and athletic builds. "I know there isn't that much to do in this county," Annalee continued, "but you should get a chance to date." She glanced at Devlin's clothes. "Lighten up, Devlin, dress down a little."

"I do," Devlin said. "I just felt like wearing this. It is a first date, after all."

"And if you continue to dress like that you'll have a lot of first dates," Marilee said in a quiet voice, "and not many second ones."

"I'll risk it," Devlin said. She put down her purse and coat and looked at Jeff with a smile on her face. Slowly her eyes traveled from his face to the dance floor. It was an invitation he couldn't pass up.

"Want to dance?" he asked.

"I'd love to dance."

The first few dances were fast. She gave herself to the music, just having fun being out of the house. Her mother worked nights, and so Devlin had to spend a lot of time at Sue and Danny's. Which was okay, and sex with Danny was fun, but it was also fun to be out with her friends.

They danced to some moderately paced music. Then someone rolled out the snacks, little sandwiches, cookies and punch. Her mother had chaperoned one of the dances when Devlin was a sophomore and told her the punch was the same type companies served, fruit juices and ice.

She was standing with her friends, drinking punch and talking, when she felt something wet oozing down the inside of her thighs. Oh crap, she thought, knowing right away what it was.

"Something wrong?" Marilee said, seeing the change in Devlin's expression.

"No," Devlin said. "Nothing." This had to be some of Danny's semen leaking out of her. She tried to remember when he had cum. Usually he came first, but she would have felt it if he had. And he was relaxing when she relaxed. That meant they had to have cum together, which was nice. That sort of thing didn't happen all that often, and she really enjoyed it when it did. Ordinarily he didn't cum that much, not like some men she knew. But they hadn't been together for nearly two weeks. She smiled to herself. He must have really unloaded in her. And now it was all oozing out. This wasn't the best time for it to happen.

"No, I just thought of something I have to do when I get home," she said. "I'm trying to forget it until later."

"Sufficient unto the day," Jeff said.

"Something like that," Devlin said. She wondered if she dared sit down. If she did it might seep through her skirt, and wouldn't that be a mess. She'd have a lot of fun trying to explain that away. But if she didn't take care of it pretty soon it might seep down her stockings. And that might be an even bigger mess.

"So what are you doing Saturday night?" Jeff asked.

"We haven't been here an hour and you're already asking me out again?"

"Sure. We like a lot of the same things, and..."

"Normally my Mother and I do something on Saturdays," Devlin said. "But... well, we'll see. Okay?"

"Fine by me." The DJ started a slow tune. "Want to dance?"

She held out her hand. "Love to."

They didn't quite dance with their bodies touching, not at first. But as the dance went on they moved together, pressing lightly against each other. She liked the way his arms felt, strong and secure around her. She slid her hands along his back--he was firmly muscled, and she liked the way they felt as they moved. Jeff wasn't a bulked up muscle freak, but he was strong enough. He moved well, and he was just the right height, with her heels on she could lay her head on his shoulder without any strain.

The dance ended too soon. Devlin picked up her purse. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes. I have to go to the Girls Room."

"Hurry back."

Devlin fiddled around in front of the mirror in the Girls Room until she was alone. Slipping into one of the stalls she pulled off her skirt and checked it for stains or spots. She felt a wave of relief when she didn't find any. That just left her panties. She touched the crotch. Great, they were soaked. She got a cup of water from the sink and retreated to the stall. As she pulled off her panties she felt the wetness all down her leg. This was definitely not good.

The crotch of her panties was soaked with cum. Some of Danny's cum dripped onto her knee when she held them up to look at them. Wonderful. She and Danny hadn't screwed in two weeks. Danny must have really unloaded in her, filling her a lot more than he usually did. She'd had a long climax, he'd probably had a long one, too, horny devil that he was, and that was why it was leaking out of her like this. Normally, when he came, his cum was never enough to make her worry about leaks, which was why occasionally skipping cleaning up was all right.

She considered her panties for a moment, then wrapped them up in paper towels and shoved them into the trashcan. What else could she do? She couldn't put them back on, and she couldn't take them home. Semen had a distinct odor and her mother would notice it if she did the wash. And it wasn't like a pair of panties was very expensive; she bought the 3/$5.00 variety just because of things like this.

She peed, then poured warm water over her sex afterwards, cleaning herself up a bit. She had left her douche home so she was going to continue to get some leakage. She just hoped the worst of it was over. Carefully she dried herself with toilet paper. When she was done she pulled up her skirt. A quick check in the mirror didn't show anything amiss. Still, she tugged the skirt down a little more. She might be covered, but she could feel the top of her stockings, and she could feel the press of her skirt against her tummy and thighs. A skirt with the hem several inches above the knees didn't really cover all that much. When she wore everyday clothes she really exposed more than she thought.

The DJ was playing a slow tune when she got back to the table. Without a word Jeff swept her onto the floor. This time he pressed against her just a little more. She pressed back, liking the way his body felt against hers. For a moment she entertained the thought of taking him somewhere and having sex. No, that was against her rules. She didn't have sex with any of the boys in school.

As slow song followed slow song she could feel his reaction to her body. She'd felt the same thing with every boy she'd ever danced with, a slow hardening between his legs. When she was feeling like a tease she would trap the ridge in his pants against her tummy and rub it gently. She tried that this time, and was surprised to feel his hardness extending down his leg. How big a thing did he have in there? This thing felt like a monster. She tried to guess its length. It couldn't be a cock, she decided, it had to be another leg. She pictured a guy standing like a tripod, and stifled a giggle. But this thing made her think of tripods. And, to tell the truth, it really felt good when she trapped it against the top of her legs.

She was a little flustered when the last slow song ended and the DJ took a break. Jeff was walking a little funny, and if that thing of his was as long as it felt, she could understand why. Maybe, just maybe, her idea of taking him off somewhere wasn't such a bad one after all. She'd never really done that, though Sabrina had told her how she did it and given her a key. Jeff was certainly worked up, and so was she. Her nipples had calmed down in the car; she could feel them tightening up again. When she glanced down she could see them poking at the fabric of her sweater. And the wetness she could feel on her legs wasn't all because of Danny.

Couples were drifting towards the raised patio outside the lunchroom. The patio had been built a couple of years before as an outside dining area when the weather was fair. You had to go up a flight of steps, and there was no way from there down to the parking lot, so this was always opened during a dance.

"Shall we go that way?" she asked Jeff as they got back to the table.

He glanced at the people already headed out the door. "Sure." He started to follow them, but she stopped him. She licked her lips. She never did it with boys at school. But tonight, right now, she wanted to. She was all warm from their dance, and hadn't really gotten over Danny. And they could certainly have some privacy.

"Let's go this way," she said, picking up her purse. She nodded in a different direction.

"But..." She just smiled.

He was walking a little better, she noticed. The stiffness seemed to have subsided. Well, she would see about that. They circled the room, talking to people here and there. She was in no hurry. She wanted to be seen by plenty of people. She wanted everyone to remember seeing them. At last, as they passed the restrooms, she stopped him.

"Go wait by the door at the other end of the Boys Room," she said softly in his ear. "When I get there I'll knock twice, real soft. When the place is empty, knock on the door like this." She gave two knocks, paused, and then two more knocks. "Got that?"

He looked confused. "Okay, but why?"

"I just thought we should get some time alone. Now remember, two knocks, then two more. Okay?"

"Okay," he nodded, his brow furled.

She slipped into the Girls Room. Several months ago Sabrina had given her a key to this door. She hadn't thought she would ever need it but had decided to humor her best friend. Now she was glad she had. She was going to violate one of her own rules, but right now she was worked up enough she didn't care. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her palms were a little sweaty. She licked her lips one last time and straightened her shoulders.

When she was by herself she unlocked the door to the rest of the school. She slipped through it, locking the door behind her. She gave the door to the Boys Room two knocks. After a few moments came his answering knocks. She let him through and locked the door behind him.

"Now we can be alone," she said.

He looked up and down the hall nervously. A few lights were on, but it was obvious they were by themselves. "What do you mean, alone? Isn't the janitor here?"

"He's already done his thing and gone home." She looped her arm around his. "The only people in this part of the school are the two of us, and we don't have to be back to the dance until 10."

"Okay," he said. He looked around the darkened hall, wetting his lips nervously. "What did you have in mind?"

She led him up one hall and down another, stopping just outside the room she wanted. She guided his hands to her waist and backed into the door, pushing it open with her back. "Right in here," she said, pulling him in after her.

He seemed nervous as she reached up and turned on the light. They were in the room next to the nurse's office, complete with a bed. Counters lined the walls, with shelves above them and drawers below. The bed itself was in the middle of the room, a low bed with a brown blanket and white sheets. She sat on the bed and pulled him down beside her, his hand still around her waist. Carefully she reached up and kissed him on the chin.

"There," she said. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Uh, no." Hesitantly he leaned over her and kissed her right beside the mouth. It was a quick kiss, and as he pulled away she stopped him.

"Not bad," she said. "But you missed." She pulled him back and this time he got it right. His lips pressed against hers.

"Is something the matter?" she asked as he pulled away.

"Wha--what if someone comes in and finds us?"

"They won't," she said. "But if you're worried about it..." She got up and locked the door. "There, now we won't be disturbed." She sat back beside him, slipping her arm around him.

"What if we're missed?

"That's possible," she said. "But nobody knows we're here." She gestured. "And there are no windows, so nobody will see the light. It's not perfect, but it's the best I can do."

"The best? For what?"

"A little necking comes to mind," she said. She pulled his head back down, and really worked over his mouth with her kiss. His hands didn't seem to know what to do. She could see them flail a bit out of the corner of her eye. But he was breathing a little harder when he pulled back. "Much better that time."

"I guess so."

"You guess so?"

"Uh, Devlin, I--I, uh, don't have much to compare it with."

She pushed him down and lay half on top of him. "There, is that better?" She didn't give him a chance to answer, but kissed him again, a little harder.

His arms had automatically gone around her, now, and as the kiss went on, he gradually tightened his grip. Devlin worked her lips against his, her tongue darting out to touch his; he jerked at that. He caught on quickly, though, and began meeting her pressure with his.

They finally broke for air. "You're a quick learner," she said.

"It's the teacher," he insisted. "A good teacher brings out the best in a student."

She had slipped her leg between his. She could feel his "best" getting hard against her leg, and she could press herself against his leg without being obvious about it. She didn't mention that, but instead brushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him quickly. "Thanks for the compliment, but a teacher can only take a student so far. The rest is up to the student."

"Like this?" he asked, and pulled her down for another kiss.

This one lasted even longer, and they were both breathing hard when they broke apart. She laid her head on his chest, inhaling his scent. He was getting turned on, and so was she. She shifted position slightly so she was resting a little more on her left arm. "Know what'll make this even better?" she asked softly.

"No," he said. He sounded more sure of himself than he had a few minutes earlier. "What'll make this better?"

"This." She picked up his left hand, kissed it softly, and pressed it against her breast. Then, before he could react, she kissed him again.

He tried to pull away. "Uh, Devlin, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"You've been eyeing them all night," she said. She put her hand over his and squeezed lightly. Then she ran her hand across his chest. "Or are you worried about my sweater?" Before he could answer she guided his hand under her sweater and against her bra. "Don't worry, I'm still covered, see?"

"Not by very much," he said. But he didn't remove his hand. This time his kiss was a lot more relaxed, but the stiffness pressing against her leg was growing again.

She pulled up the bottom of his sweater. He pulled his hand out of her sweater long enough to pull his sweater off. As he did so she attacked the buttons of his shirt. She didn't stop until she had all of them undone. Gently, almost reverently, she peeled open his shirt. She ran her fingers slowly across the skin of his chest. Ever so lightly she played with his nipples, rubbing them until they began to harden.

Sitting up, she took off her sweater and hung it on the chair next to the bed. She scooted across the bed until she was half-lying lengthwise. Jeff slid so he was lying next to her. His eyes were fastened on her breasts. The direct way is the best way, she thought. She took both of his hands and pressed them against her breasts. He began to knead the soft flesh through the fabric of her bra. She closed her eyes, running her hands across his chest. His skin felt a little rough, just the kind she liked to rub against.

He moved, and she felt the bulge in his pants. She opened her eyes and looked at it. It looked like it was going to rip his pants open. She wanted to reach down and capture it, but she didn't want to startle him. If things kept progressing as they had, there'd be time to do that, but first things first.

"Where are my manners?" she asked. She took his hands and placed them on the catch of her bra. "Push your hands together slightly and twist your right hand away from you."

He did so, and her breasts spilled from her bra. "They're so big," he said in surprise. "They didn't look that big."

"It's the bra," she said. "They always look bigger when I take off my bra."

"But why?"

"It's an optical illusion," she said. "A woman's breasts always look bigger when she isn't wearing a bra. Besides, I'm wearing a minimizer bra."

"Is that what I think it is? It makes you look smaller?"

"That's what it does."

"Why would you want to make them look smaller?" he finally asked.

"It's a girl thing. I don't want to look like a cow." She pushed her breasts up into his grasp. He got the hint and resumed his gentle massaging. She encouraged him with a kiss. He let go of her breasts to hold her. She rubbed her skin against his, dragging her sensitive nipples across his chest.

She rolled over slightly so he was more on top of her. She looked up into his eyes. "There are other places to kiss me besides my mouth, you know." His eyes dropped to her breasts. "Oh, those, too. I was thinking of my neck." She craned her neck to one side. "There's a place right at the base of the neck, if you kiss a girl there she gets really turned on."

He didn't dive down there right away, points for him. He kissed down under her ear and then slowly moved down her neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. His hands found her breasts again, and this time he rubbed his fingers across her nipples. They perked right up, rewarding him for his effort.

He found the spot at the base of her neck, kissing her there gently. When she gasped a little he pulled back in surprise, but then moved right back in. His tongue and lips felt so good there she tossed her head from side to side. He might be a rookie at this, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

And then, as if not sure of himself, he began kissing his way across her chest. One little kiss at a time, he moved down between her breasts, and then he stopped. "Where'd they go?" he asked.

She lifted her head. "Where'd what go?"

"Your boobs. Er, your breasts."

"Oh, that." She lay back for a moment, smiling at the ceiling, before propping herself up on her elbows. "There's nothing in a breast," she said. "It's all glands and fatty tissue, and so they slide to the side, or spread out when I lie down."

"Oh." He studied her chest. Sitting up like she was, her breasts were very obvious again. He touched them as if to make sure they were still there.

"Just remember, if they stick up when she lies down, the girl's probably had breast implants."

He nodded, hefting and squeezing her breasts. "I can't get over how soft they are," he said. "I mean, when I see the girls in the halls, their boobs are sticking out so far I've thought they had to be something there, like a muscle or something."