Chapter 4: More Sex Play With Brad

Brad and I were officially a couple now. My naïve point of view regarding boy-girl relationships was that once you have tasted a boy's cum, it kind of sealed the deal, he was your boyfriend no matter what he thought. I wasn't into quick, anonymous sex then. That came in college (and so did I, a lot, tee hee). Now we openly held hands while walking around school and we weren't show about stealing an occasional kiss in public. My older brother, who was a senior, saw us kissing in the hall once and thought he could use it to get me in trouble at home. Since he knew I hadn't told my parents about Brad, he thought he could start something. There was nothing really malicious about that, both of my brothers were always trying to divert attention from their own misdeeds by pointing out something the other one had done, and now I was old enough to be a target also. But this time it didn't work. When Ken brought it up at dinner one night that he had seen me k-i-s-s-i-n-g a boy, he thought it would get the spotlight off of him from the speeding ticket he had gotten a few days earlier. But my parents weren't upset at all, even though I had kept Brad a secret from them. Mom thought it was kind of cute that her little girl had a boy friend. Dad tried to play the gruff, severe father who said he wanted to meet the young man and have a talk with him, but I could see the smile he was trying to hide. I don't think they had a clue how far we had gone, or how much I was willing to do to keep a boyfriend in those days.

Away from school we really didn't have much time together. I was busy with soccer practices and games, and Brad was taking guitar lessons. He had dreams of being a rock star. After I heard him play once I told him he was more likely to end up as a rock collector. Neither one of us could drive, which was another obstacle, since we lived about four miles apart. It was just a little too far for my roller blades. We were eagerly waiting to turn 16, when we could get a driver's license. Brad would be the first, his birthday was in January and mine is in March. His parents had promised him his own car if he kept his grades up. Or course, Brad's parents had no idea that all through the rest of Fall semester, what kept Brad focused on his grades was the chance to get into Shay's panties some night in his backseat.

But after our little day of exploration in his bedroom, not being able to find the time for more experimentation was frustrating. The only remotely erotic moment we shared happened about a week before Thanksgiving. We had gone to the movies with the usual gang. We snuck out of the theater we were supposed to be in, and went into another one that was showing a film that was not very popular. Our idea was to be as alone as possible. It was a good idea, there were only five or six other people in the theater. It didn't take long for our petting session to get hot and heavy... and honest, officer, I didn't know the gun was loaded. Yeah, Brad had a little accident, and I might have been a contributing factor. He had a tough time leaving the theater, with pecker tracks on his pants. And of course it was my mom who was picking us up. He untucked his shirt, and kind of stayed behind me until we got in the car. We managed to get him home without my mom noticing, I think. Maybe she did and just never said anything, possibly remembering how it had been when she was that age.

Then the Christmas break came, two and a half weeks with no school. I knew what I wanted in my stocking. It was about seven inches long, hard, and I liked to play with it. If you're guessing a Barbie doll, you just haven't been paying attention. We thought we would have lots of time to get together, even if one of us had to walk the four miles... but it didn't work out that way. Even though the season for my high school soccer team was over my club team was entered in a big tournament in Miami that kept me out of town for four days. Throw in the normal family holiday stuff... and we actually saw less of each other than when we were in school. We were getting more and more frustrated. Until New Year's Eve.

Ah, yes, that magical night... when so many romances begin or end, and so many promises that can't be kept are made... and when so many cherries are popped. But not mine (getting ahead of myself here). This was one of the big three nights for defloration, along with Prom and Graduation. Brad invited me to a party at the home of one of his buddies. Only about a dozen people were invited, and his friend's parents would be there to supervise. No alcohol of course, and everyone was to be picked up by 1:00 a.m. I didn't think my parents would even let me go, but they had a big discussion about it, and mom convinced dad that they had to let me grow up sometime. I had thought that mom would be the hard one to convince, but I guess it was another one of those father-daughter things.

The party was kind of lame until about 11:00. That's when the chaperones disappeared. I guess they got tired of watching awkward teenagers trying to pretend they were adults. Hell, I don't know, maybe they snuck off to have a little new years fuck. It was almost like everyone had just been waiting for that to happen... in just a few minutes all the couples had started looking for secluded places to start making out. Brad and I ended up in the bedroom of the kid who was throwing the party. I think he had agreed to let Brad use it if the opportunity arose. I had seen them earlier whispering to each other, and his buddy had this big grin on his face while he was looking at me. I tried not to think about what Brad was telling him.