Part 2

SEVEN

First of all, the idea of me in love with anyone was preposterous. I don't fall in love. Love is for fools. I swore, a long time ago, that I wasn't going to get sucked into that trap.

But it seems I had. And not only did I do something that I swore I'd never do, I did it with the most unlikely person I could've ever picked.

And I didn't know what to do about it. I mean, how the hell was I going to explain this to the guys when I couldn't even explain it to myself? And I didn't know what to say to Tammy, either. Jeez, what a mess.

Anyhow, the next day, she had to work the lunch shift. I went over to the diner and got lunch, then we took a walk after she ended her shift. We ended up back in the park, on a bench, sipping cokes and talking. She had thought a lot about what had happened the previous night. "I was stunned. You know, that's the first orgasm I've ever had that I didn't give myself!"

"I figured," I laughed.

"You know, I kinda figured I wouldn't have an orgasm with you at least until my pants were off!"

We joked a bit, and then she got serious. "Rob, do you want to sleep with me?"

Honesty is the best policy, right? "Well, of course I do," I said.

"Of course you do," she echoed. "Then again, most boys will sleep with any willing girl," she said, though with a little chuckle.

"I used to be that way," I admitted.

"Yeah, right," she laughed.

"If I was still that way, I wouldn't have come in the diner Friday night," I admitted almost without thinking.

"Huh?"

"There was this girl there. At the party I was at, I mean. A really gorgeous sophomore. And she was basically crawling up my ass. All I would've had to do was turn on the charm a little and I would've been getting laid. Instead, I left."

"Why?"

"Why? You, silly."

"I haven't asked you not to see other girls," she said.

"You didn't have to. I was sitting there, this girl all over me, and I just said to myself, I don't want to do this." I laughed, but it was a bit strained. "First time I ever did that, I guarantee you."

"Wow. So you want me, though?"

"I do."

"Why? I mean, why me and not anyone else?"

"Because you're the most passionate, the most fun, the most interesting girl I've ever gone out with. Because I'm crazy about you."

"Wow," she said, and took a deep breath. "OK, then. I'll tell you what I think. Look, I'm no prude. I play with myself incessantly," she said with a little smirk.

"Ah. How very male of you," I smirked back.

She let out a stream of those charming giggles. "You think girls don't do that? Boy are you wrong. Anyhow, I'm no prude. I think it's safe to say that the only reason I'm still a virgin is lack of opportunity. I always figured sex, with the right guy, would be fun." She looked at me. "You're the right guy. I am going to sleep with you."

I just stared at her, not sure what to say, because I didn't think she was finished. I was right. "I think I found out last night. When you took me home, I knew--you were going to get my virginity. It's going to happen.

"But I'm going to ask you a favor."

"Anything," I said, a little dry-mouthed.

"I want to go slow. Look, I've never done anything. I had my shirt off yesterday. There's a lot between that and the big event, you get what I mean? I want that. I want all of it."

"You got it," I promised.

"Look, I know you're not a virgin. Probably far from it."

"True," I admitted. "Tammy, I'm not going to lie to you. There's been a lot."

"I figured as much." She smiled to me. "Look, it's not that I care. What you did before is your own business, and it doesn't bother me in a jealous kind of way. But I think you've been kind of casual about it."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"I'm not."

"I know you're not," I said. "And I do not consider it casual with you. Look--you admitted to me that you play with yourself a lot." She giggled and nodded. "It probably comes as no suprise to you that I do the same."

"Of course you do," she grinned.

"Right." I took a breath. "Do you know how long it took me last night after I got home? About a second and a half."

"Wow," she breathed. "I kind of left you hanging last night, didn't I?"

"I didn't mind, Tammy. I understand why you want to go slow. That's not why I told you that. Look, I usually can't get off that quick by having actual sex. When I got home last night I was so turned on I was beside myself. That was the most intense physical experience I've ever had, and my pants didn't even come off."

"Wow," she said again.

"As I said, there's been a lot. And I won't lie to you--it was fun. But nothing like that, what happened last night." I took a breath. "Tammy, I think I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"That's the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to me." We just looked at each other, smiling, for quite a while. Then she kind of slumped into my arms.

"I want what you want," I promised her. "However long it takes. And I promise you'll enjoy it."

"I know I will," she said.

EIGHT

It took about a month. And we both definitely enjoyed it!

The worst part of that month had nothing to do with Tammy. Nope, it had to do with my endless quest to play both sides against the middle.

Because I was hearing it from the guys.

"Where were you Saturday?" Corey asked me. "I tried to call."

"Went into Boston."

"By yourself?"

"No. With Tammy."

Jake looked at me. "You're still wasting your time with that chick? Why don't you just nail her and get it over with?"

"I know," Nick said. "You jump out of a party because you're sick, but you spend the whole next day with her?"

"Let me handle it, I know what I'm doing," I said.

Problem is, I didn't. I didn't know what to do with the fact that I had fallen in love with a girl my friends just were not going to accept. I felt at war with myself.

When I was with Tammy, the world was good. When I wasn't, I just had questions.

But I had to find a solution, and I had to find it fast. Because I was hooked. I was in love with her before our relationship started getting physical. Now? Hooked, completely hooked.

Look, I liked sex. But this? This was something else.

We did it just the way she asked--step by step. The next time we were together, her pants came off and I used my hands on her. The time after that, my pants came off. Then, I introduced her to oral. I'd always liked going down on a girl--with her, it was completely astounding. When I got done, she looked at me and said, "I thought the top of my skull was going to blow completely off!" And she gave me a blowjob like she was an expert. She even swallowed--which shocked the shit out of me! Yes, I warned her. She just kept at it until I blasted her tonsils. Then she looked up at me with her little Cheshire Cat grin on her face!

So, as I said, all this took about a month. It was a Saturday, a couple days before Halloween. We'd been together two months total. We went out to eat, and over the food, she said, "What are we going to do afterwards?"

"Whatever you want," I told her.

"Well, that's the thing. I think we've covered all the steps."

"Well, all the ones I know about anyway," I laughed. "Of course, if you want to re-cover them, I have no objections. I love those little noises you make when I go down on you." She laughed, blushing bright pink. "But, the thing is--if you want your first time to be in a bed instead of in a car, my parents are gone for the weekend."

She blinked. "Are you done eating?" she said.

"Yep."

"Get the check," she said. "Now." I laughed and flagged down the waiter.

We drove to my house. We didn't say much, but Tammy was obviously excited. When we pulled up the hill in my driveway, and she got a look at the house, she gasped.

"My God," she hissed, "this is your house? I think you could fit my whole apartment in your garage!"

For the first time in my life, I felt vaguely uneasy with being wealthy. "Ain't my house, it's my parents."

"Well, yeah, but you live here, too, right?" she laughed. "I knew you had money, but jeez!"

I led her in the front door. Look, the house is pretty impressive once you get inside. There's this big huge entrance hall with a huge staircase and all. Tammy's eyes bugged right out of her head. "I've never seen anything like this in my life!"

"It's just a house."

"Yeah, right," she snorted. "You know, I took note of the fact that you drove a brand new BMW. But I guess it just didn't click until I saw this place. How in hell is it that you're not a complete snob?"

"I am," I told her.

"Right."

"Really," I said, leading her up the stairs. "Or, well, I used to be. I still am somewhat. Being around you has changed the way I think about a lot of things, and that's the truth."

She just smiled at me. I took her hand and led her up the rest of the stairs, then down the hall to my room.

OK, yeah, my room is huge. And it's got all kinds of shit in it--computer, entertainment center, the whole works. And the bed is impressive, a big gorgeous king-sized thing. Tammy gasped softly, then let out a delighted squeal, as she kicked her shoes off, ran past me, and vaulted onto the bed. She ended up lying there on her back, her hands up behind her head. She looked up at me and said, "Oh, this is perfect!"

"I thought you'd like it," I grinned. I got myself on the bed, next to her, and took her in my arms and kissed her. "You're the first girl I've ever brought up here," I told her.

"Really?"

"Really." It was the truth. I'd brought girls to the house before, yes. I'd even fucked girls in the house. Downstairs, or in one of the guest rooms. But never in my room. My bedroom was my space. I went there to be alone. I didn't bring girls there.

Until now.

Tammy reached for the back of my head and pulled me toward her, her lips meeting mine. We held the kiss for a good long while, our tongues exploring. In the middle, I reached for the buttons on her blouse, and undid them. I then unsnapped her bra--another front snap, which was cool. I didn't even take her blouse or bra off--just pushed them to the side, as my hand went for her boob.

I fondled it as we kissed. Then I broke the kiss and made my way to her earlobe. I nibbled on that for a minute--getting a nice sigh and a giggle--then started my way down her neck. I knew where I was headed, and so did she. When my mouth made contact with her nipple, she let out a soft groan.

As I sucked on her nipple, I let my hand sweep up her thighs. She was wearing a skirt, which was handy. I brought my hand up in between her thighs, under her skirt, and started lazily stroking my finger up and down the front of her panties. She shuddered, then quickly reached under her skirt, lifted her hip up--we were on our sides on my bed--and stripped the panties off. She then reached for her skirt, but I stopped her and said, "No, keep it on."

"OK," she giggled.

I went back to her boob, while my hand worked on her pussy. I played with her pussy lips for a while, working her up, then went for her clit.

Of course, I'd done this before. It was one of the logical steps, right? So, I'd explored her pussy with my hand. I'd gone near her opening, as I did this night, spreading her building wetness on my hand. But I hadn't gone in--not more than a millimeter or two. Because I couldn't. And, yeah, that was in the back of my mind.

Tammy was a complete virgin.

Well, that was something I'd have to deal with. And I had an idea, but, to do it, I'd have to be prepared. So, I pulled away from her, and got my clothes off. She looked up at me and smiled. Before I chucked my pants off the bed, I reached in and grabbed a condom out of my wallet and set it beside the bed on my endtable.

"I'm on the pill, you know," Tammy said.

"Better safe than sorry," I told her.

"OK," she smiled, and settled back down on the bed. I got myself back where I was, nibbling away at her boob while my hand stroked her pussy.

I sensed her start to warm up under my hand, so I decided to move down. I sucked her boob one more time, then started to kiss down her stomach. I bypassed the skirt that was still on her, and found myself at her lower thigh. Then I kissed my way up.

Knowing what I was doing--and knowing she thoroughly enjoyed it the couple of times I'd done it--she spread her legs wide for me, and sighed. I dove right in.

One thing that I got a kick out of when I did this to her is that she didn't know what to do with her hands. One minute they were roaming through my hair, then they were resting on my shoulder, then they were gripping my bedspread. And then back on my hair. It was rather amusing.

Anyhow, I definitely wanted her to have a good one, so I went to town on her pussy, working my tongue up and down the length of it, before I started nudging her clit.

But when I did, she howled right away. I worked on her clit, moving my tongue all around it, alternating that with long licks up the length of her pussy. Then, as her panting started getting more ragged, I zeroed in on her clit.

"Oh, Robbie! Oh God!" she gasped, as I bore in on her. I wanted this to be a good one, but I also wanted it to be quick. Because, I knew, the quicker I got her off, the quicker I could build her back up again. So, I wanted a fast one.

I got it. A few minutes of my undivided attention to her clit and she stiffened, grabbed my hair, and yelped "ROBBIE!" Her hips came off the bed and she ground her pussy into my mouth.

After she slumped back on the bed, I backed away--but only for a minute. After she regained her breath, I gently started nudging her pussy lips with my tongue again. I stayed away from her oversensitive clit for now, but I wanted her climbing the ladder again.

"Oh, God, again?" she sighed happily.

"Well, not quite. Trust me."

"OK."

She put her head back on my pillow and sighed. I went back to my pussy-licking--but, at the same time, twisted around my body so I could get at my dick with my hand. I slipped the condom on as I pushed her back up the ladder.

I waited until I could start back on her clit, and I waited until she was moaning and calling my name again, and she had started the frantic movements with her hands. In other words, I waited until she was getting close. Then I pulled away from her pussy with my mouth. She started to let out a little moan of disappointment, but I quickly replaced my mouth with my hand, working away at her clit. Then I scooted up and wrapped my lips around hers. She eagerly returned the kiss, exploring my mouth with her tongue, as I diddled her clit with my hand. It was kind of awkward--I was holding myself up with one hand while the other was between us on her clit, and my mouth was on hers. A bit awkward, but I managed. And I had one more manuever to go.

I moved into position, and nudged her opening with my dick. I used my hand to line it up, got the very tip of the head lodged slightly into her opening, and then put my hand back into her clit. I thought I could get it in without my hand from here. I was going to try, because I wanted the hand on her clit. The fact that she was creating a small pond down there with her juices didn't hurt!

She immediately figured out what I was doing. She pulled her mouth away from mine, eyes wide open, and hissed, "Yes, Robbie! Yes! Now!" I nudged forward a bit, to make sure I was lined up properly. Most of the head lodged firmly in her opening--making her moan--so I knew I was aimed right. I made sure I had a good contact with my hand on her clit--and then I pushed. Hard.

OK, I wanted to get it over with. I also figured that if I did it when she was on the edge, some of the pain might be blunted. What I didn't expect was to have her squeal as her eyes opened wide at me. I didn't expect her body to go rigid. And I didn't expect her pussy to spasm, repeatedly, hard on my dick.

I held myself still, about three-quarters the way into her, through all this. Finally, after a minute, she calmed down a bit and her eyes refocused.

"Wow!"

"I'll say," I said with a smile. "Did you... ?"

"Oh, you betcha!"

"Does it hurt?"

She seemed to think about that for a minute. "Yeah. A little. I didn't notice it until now."

"That was the idea," I told her, "though I didn't think you'd cum right away!"

"Surprised me, too! You're not all the way in, are you?"

"No," I said.

"Are you going to cum soon?"

"I'm trying to control myself," I said with a wry grin.

"Good. Well, get it all the way in."

"It might hurt."

"It might. Do it anyway." So, I did--slowly this time. She was soaking wet--but tight as all get-out. Having plowed through her hymen, I took the rest of it slowly.

I loved looking at her. For one thing, I had this, I dunno, I guess you'd call it a fetish. I like making love with girls who aren't completely naked. She wasn't. Her blouse and bra were open, but not off. Her panties were off, but her skirt was still on, bunched up around her waist. She still had her knee-highs and her shoes on. It was quite a sight.

I was watching her face, too. Her eyes were screwed shut, and it looked like she was concentrating. I got myself all the way in--barely holding back from coming--and she sighed as our pubes hit. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Hurts?" I asked.

"A little," she said. Then she gave me a bit of a grin. "It feels weird. There's a bit of pain, you know, where you broke through. But I'm also getting those nice little flutters down in my belly."

"Well, I don't know if I can promise no more pain, but I can definitely promise more flutters."

She giggled. "I know. Do it. Start slow, though, OK?"

"Of course."

I pulled all the way out, slowly, then pushed back in just as slowly. She moaned as I hit bottom again. I did it a couple more times, still very slowly.

"Oh, God, Robbie!" she squeaked.

"Pain or flutters?" I joked.

"Well, it still hurts a teeny bit, but it's big huge flutters!"

"Good," I grinned, then went back to moving in and out of her. I did it for a little bit, then realized that she was trying to buck herself back up at me. So, I picked up the pace a bit.