Chapter 3: Brad

My sex life finally improved hen I started my sophomore year of high school. I started the school year as a horny 15-year-old who couldn't seem to attract any males. But when school started, there was a new guy that was in four of my classes. I introduced myself and we started talking. It turned out that he was kind of shy, but he had a good sense of humor. That's one of my 'gotta-haves' when it comes to guys. His name was Brad. His dad was in the service, and he was one of those Army brats who moved around every 2-3 years.

Over the next few weeks we went from two students with similar schedules... to friends... to me thinking of him as a potential boyfriend, sex partner, and disciplinarian. Yeah, that's how my mind works. Most girls that age would be thinking something like "wonder if he will ask me out", or "wonder if he is a good kisser", or for the more adventurous "wonder if he is the one I will give my virginity to". The sluts of course would also add "wonder how big his cock his". I briefly asked myself all those questions, but being the strange girl I was, the question most often on my mind was "wonder what it would be like to be spanked by him".

I think I shocked Brad a little when I started holding his hand as we walked through the halls, but he didn't seem to mind. I was encouraged when he actually gave me a kiss by my locker one day, in full view of everyone streaming by. It was just a peck on my forehead, but it meant a lot to me. It was like he was acknowledging the fact that I was a girl, and that he found me attractive.

Of course when you are 15, finding a time and place to do anything even slightly naughty is a challenge. We snuck off into an empty classroom a couple of times after school to try out some clumsy kissing. At first it was just lip-to-lip contact, with Brad leaning toward me as if to avoid any other parts of our bodies from touching. I finally had to wrap my arms around his shoulders and press myself against him. He was really shy and inexperienced. It was like being with Mike all over again.

We finally ended up playing a childish game of sending notes back and forth during classes. Silly but naughty things like "I'm thinking of you naked", or "what would you do to me if we were alone in the dark". Like I said, it was really childish, play-sex stuff. Until, without even planning on it, we went from naughty to nasty one day.

We were in World History, which we both agreed was the dullest class in, well, the history of the world. Brad slipped me a note that said "Are you wearing panties today?"

I wrote him back, "Yes, but I don't have to". Between classes I slipped into the girls bathroom, took them off and stuffed them into my backpack. I sat right behind him in Algebra, and I slipped them into his bag when he wasn't looking. I sent him a note to take a look in his bag. When he saw what was there he turned so red I thought he was going to pop. He couldn't even turn around to look at me. I never asked for them back... I'm pretty sure they would have had cum stains all over them anyway. That was my not so subtle way of letting him know that I was ready for something more adventurous than kissing.

But we were still finding it difficult to be alone. For awhile the best we could do was group dates with a bunch of friends. Somebody's mom would drive us to the movies. We would go in as a group, then all the couples spread out to be by themselves. All we got out of that was some all-our-clothes-on petting... and more kissing. But I was able to begin answering the question of how big his cock was. It seemed huge to me as I rubbed it in his pants, but that was just my lack of experience. Life has since shown me that Brad was a pretty average-sized guy.

Then, finally, the two genius honor students figured out a way to have some time alone. It was a teacher workday that gave us our opportunity. Usually I just sat at home and watched TV or read on those days, but this time Brad and I came up with a complicated plan to be together. He was an only child, and both his parents worked, so his home was going to be our den of sin. Our conspiracy involved a girlfriend of mine, Denise, who provided transportation for me, as well as an excuse. As far as my parent knew, I was spending the day with her. Denise's price for taking me to Brad's house and bringing me home was that I had to tell her everything that went on. I was so horny that it seemed like a good deal to me. Of course, I reneged on the "everything" part.

I was still obsessed by the idea of not surrendering my virginity, even to Brad. But I was ready to consider trying almost anything else. Brad was so hot that I think he would have been happy if I had just blown in his ear until he came... which I think had almost happened at the movies one time. After Denise dropped me off, we kind of went through the motions of making it seem like it was an ordinary day. We watched a little TV, then Brad gave me a tour of the house that somehow ended up in his room.