Chapter 9: Sammy's Education Continues

My orange juice arrived right on time. I was up, showered, shaved and set for some sex. Ellen looked like she was not as ready as me. She looked tired, something I would not have recognized if I wasn't paying attention to every detail. This was to be my first time and I wanted to remember every facet of it.

Her appearance bothered me. I had pictured this moment for the last two weeks. It was the last thing I thought of before I went to sleep and the first thing that popped into my mind the following morning.

I sat in my desk chair and watched her set my orange juice on my bedside table. At least she could have put on some lipstick, I thought. Her face looked pale. I wondered if she had bathed or combed her hair. And she appeared to be in a bad disposition.

"Where were you last weekend? I thought we had a date," she spit out.

"I couldn't make it," I said, rationing the amount of enthusiasm in my answer to match what she had shown in the question.

"You still want to do it?"

This wasn't what I expected. I was beginning to wonder if I wanted to go through with it. "What did Pinky say?"

"You can see them, but no touching, unless you want to pay extra."

"How much extra?"

"Ten," she said. I suspected she was lying. Pinky probably told her five.

I reached into my desk drawer and retrieved the fifty dollars from where it had been hidden beneath the two letters from Colleen and placed it on top of my desk without recounting it.

I remembered the twenty dollars in my billfold. It was my escape money. When it was discovered in my footlocker during the raid I decided not to keep it there any longer. Besides, I had changed my mind about leaving the school. But seeing Colleen's letters triggered something in my mind. I remembered Mr. Oldham's warning, "Don't let her take advantage of you."

"That's all I have," I said, looking at her with a take-it-or-leave-it stare.

Ellen frowned. "You got the rubber?"

I produced the box and took out one of the condoms. Ellen closed her eyes and sighed.

"Look, you don't have to go through with this if you want to back out," I said, cursing myself for letting her off easily, but questioning the level of my own interest in 'doing it' with her.

"I can't. Pinky is counting on the money," she said, starting to unbutton her dress.

"You mean?" I stopped and thought about what I was going to say before starting over. "You mean you're doing this for him? He's getting all the money?"

"Come on, put the rubber on," she said, slipping out of her shoes and dropping her dress to the floor. I watched her push the straps of the slip she was wearing off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stood in front of me, wearing white panties and bra.

"It's okay Ellen. Take the fifty to Pinky," I said, offering her the money. My cock, which woke me up hard that morning, was now soft.

"I can't take your money without doing you and I think Pinky needs the money for something." She swallowed and a look of determination showed on her face. "We don't have all day. Open the package and put the rubber on."

I dropped my shorts to the floor and stepped out of them.

"Oh my," she said when she saw my deflated cock. She was now naked. I had seen her breasts before but seeing her pussy for the first time was disgusting to me. There wasn't much to see. A thick layer of brown matted hair covered her private region, looking like a little furry animal.

She wore a look of repugnance on her face as she sunk to her knees and took my cock between her lips. It was fantastic and it took her less than a minute to make me grow to my full length of maybe six inches at the time. She watched me roll the rubber onto my cock, warning me to leave some expansion space at the end. When she was satisfied that it was on securely Ellen lay down on her back in my unmade bed.

"Wait," she said when I got on top of her; like I thought it was supposed to work. "Don't put it in dry. Pinky always ... it hurts that way."

She took my hand and showed me how to move my finger up and down her slit. This alone was worth the fifty bucks, I thought. I felt myself getting harder.

"Suck on my nipples," she urged. I knew it would involve touching but I didn't argue with her. I took a nipple between my lips and sucked. "Not so hard, just roll it around and run your tongue over it."

Soon I was tonguing one of her nipples and fingering her cunt. "Do the other one," she said. I moved to the other nipple and felt how stiff and spongy it already was. Ellen's ass came off the mattress to meet my middle finger and she began to talk babble. I held my finger still and let her fuck it while I tongued her nipple. I don't think she noticed when I changed back to the other breast. "Ah hum, ah hum, ah hum," she was saying and I felt her hands holding my head in place. She did a couple more "Ah hums," before she slapped her lips and pushed my head away from her nipple. Her ass was flat on the mattress, still. I withdrew my finger from her cunt and placed my hand on her tummy. I could feel her chest rise and fall.

I looked up at her face. She grinned at me, looking contented and kind of pretty. I was glad to see the change in her mood.

"I'm ready," she said. She placed both of her hands on my shoulders and pushed me up and we both looked down her body. I got up on my knees between her legs and watched as she held her cunt open with two fingers from each hand. The opening was reddish pink, like raw beefsteak, wet like it had been sprayed with water and not dried off. "Put it in me," she whispered.

I lowered my pelvis and she took hold of my cock to guide it in. Her upper teeth fought with her lower lip as I entered her and a look of accomplishment covered her face when I was in all the way. "Ah hum," I heard her say as I begin to move. "Ah hum," again and her ass was moving with me. I sped up and so did she. "Kiss me," she demanded. A thought of her sucking my cock crossed my mind, but I was so caught up in the feeling that I couldn't refuse. Our lips meshed together like gears stripping their cogs off. I felt her legs lock around my thighs and her arms come around my head, holding it in place. She pushed it up so we could take in air. "Ah hum," she said before mauling my lips again.

We had been at it a few minutes when she lifted my head from her lips. "Can you come?"

"Huh?" I slowed so I could comprehend what she was asking. I felt her spur my ass with one of her heels and the lips of her pussy grab me to pull me in.

"Come with me," her voice was weak, but demanding. I felt like I could go on for hours, but when her ass came to a stop I pushed hard, withdrew and thrust again, filling the slack end of the rubber with several shots of hot seed.

Ellen's mouth was open and her eyes glazed. I lifted my chest from hers so she could breathe, but she pulled me back and I let myself fall upon her, too exhausted to move. I felt her hands on my back and stirred. My cock had shrunk and disengaged from her on its own. She pulled me down for a quick kiss and I let her.

We didn't talk, not in words, but Ellen made little mooing sounds as we dressed. She left my room without picking up the money.

So that's what sex is like, I thought as I showered for the second time that morning. I decided I liked it. Ellen seemed to like it too. Sucking her nipples and the long kisses were not part of our arrangement. Had she thrown that in for free or did she expect a tip?

When I got back to my room after breakfast my bed had been made and the money was missing from my desk. I opened Colleen's second letter.

September 10, 1985

Dear Sammy,

What's happened to you? Why haven't you answered my letter? It's been over a week and I miss you so much that I want to scream.

Did I let you go too far that day on your bed? Did my actions repulse you? I've never, please believe me; I've never let a boy do those things to me before. But it felt so good. Your touch is so soft and you're such a sweet boy that I couldn't bring myself to stop you.

I must talk to someone about this. There's no one else but you. My roommate is new this year and she's more of a stick in the mud than me.

You made me come! I don't think you knew that you gave me the most incredible orgasm I've ever had. And I gave you nothing in return. Please tell me if you are angry with me. I wouldn't blame you if you were mad at the selfish way I acted. Would it help if you knew I feel just awful?

I can't wait for Thanksgiving. I promise I'll do anything to please you. Please answer, even if you are angry.

XXXXXX Colleen XXXXXXX

The tennis ball felt spongy between my fingers, like it was about ready to pop. I changed hands and continued to squeeze the ball as I reread the letter.

Sunday September 14, 1985

Dear Colleen;

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer your first letter, but I did write to you yesterday right after I read it. They made me stay at school last weekend because of things I did wrong.

I'm not angry at you. The time we spent on my bed was wonderful. I didn't know you had an orgasm, but I'm glad you did. What I did was as much for me as it was for you. I want to touch you and do those things again.

I don't blame you for not giving me anything in return and I don't want you to feel awful about it either.

Your friend,

Sammy

The letter was sealed and I was starting to work on my new shoes when Ellen knocked on my bedroom door. "Enter."

"Can I use your shower Sammy?" Ellen asked as she bolted through the door, already unbuttoning her dress.

She disappeared into the bathroom without saying more, and I continued to work on my shoes. I had the laces out and shoetrees inside the shoes, finding the spit shine stubborn to get started. I needed some more water to dampen the cotton balls I was using so I opened the bathroom door and stepped inside.