Chapter 2

Brooke was a fiery redhead, with bright green eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her upper chest. Unlike Gail, she actually took me to her bedroom before pushing me back onto her bed and undressing me. She obviously had more experience than Gail, as she climbed on top of me and sank all the way down my cock in a slow motion. She was able to get all the way without too much discomfort, but when I reached up to caress her tits, she grabbed my wrists and prevented me.

"Those aren't for you, Jimmy... Christ..." Her lower lip crept up to be captured by her teeth as she shuddered through a hard climax. She fell forward in the throes of it, still holding my wrists. The action pinned me under her on the bed, and I just held off as long as I could as she rode me through two more cross-eyed orgasms. Finally I told her I was about to cum, and she just pushed harder and faster against me until I groaned and came inside of her. She climbed off pretty quick, on kinda shaky legs, and handed me a towel that had been waiting on the nightstand. She thanked me, asked if I could find the door, then locked herself in the bathroom. I couldn't help but notice that she grabbed her cell phone before the door closed. As I got dressed, I could hear her on the phone, relating the whole story to whoever was on the other end.

I wasn't surprised, the next Friday, to get a call out of the blue.

"Hello? Is this Jimmy?"

"Uh,... yeah. Who's this?"

"My name's Cora, Jimmy. You got anything going on tonight?"

Cora lived in the extremely nice part of town, and it took me a while to find the place. When I did, though, I wasn't disappointed. Cora was dark-skinned, with long black hair and shimmery brown eyes. Her figure looked absolutely incredible, but she never let me see her naked body. She took me into the garage, which was larger than some homes I had been in, and laid me down on an air mattress which had obviously been put there for just such a purpose. She undid and pulled down my pants, jerking my dick a few times before grabbing a purple tube and popping it open. With a glance and a warning not to talk, she squirted some cold clear goo onto my dick, making me gasp. She ran the lube all over me, then grabbed a hand towel and dried off her hand. She stood up and lifted her miniskirt, but before I could see much of anything, she squatted down over me, with her back to me, and started working my lubed cock into her. Even with the lube, it was rough going, and I could have sworn I heard tears once or twice, but she kept it up until I whimpered that I was going to come. At that, she stood up quickly, and I spurted all over my shirt.

As I swore, and tried to get the shirt off, Cora gathered up all the supplies and threw them into a toolbox in the corner of the garage. She waited as I got my pants on, not saying a word, then guided me to the door without making a sound. I was used to the process by now, and didn't bother trying to initiate conversation, just made my way to my car and pulled a spare t-shirt out of my trunk before driving off.

On Monday I finally broke down and told my buddy Mike all about it. He listened, wide-eyed, as I spilled my guts.

"Whoah... fuck, dude, are you serious?"

"Hell yeah I'm serious. I guess I'm gonna get another call this Friday. I heard Cora talking on the phone before she let me in. Amy or something this time around."

"That's fuckin crazy, man! I can't believe you didn't tell me this shit before!"

I leaned my head back against the headrest, staring at the car's ceiling.

"They said if I told, then that'd be the end of it."

"Shit, man, I get that, but then why the fuck are you telling me now? I mean, I won't tell nobody, but aren't you worried about them cutting you off or something?"

"To tell the truth, man, I'm getting to where I don't really care any more. The chicks are all drop-dead gorgeous, but it's almost like jerking off. None of them want me to muss their fucking makeup, or to bother them once they're done, and it's just turned into this fucking game of one-upsmanship with them."

"Fuck, man... you know most guys would fucking kill for that, right?"

"I know, man... and I woulda, too, but now, I dunno if it's worth it."

"Hello?"

"... Hi. Ummm... is this Jimmy?"

"Yeah, that's me. Is this Amy?"

"What? I mean... yes... I'm Amy."

"Amy, look. I'm not so sure I want to do this tonight. I'm just not feeling all that up to it."

"You're not?"

Her voice became urgent, a taste of fear creeping into her tone.

"Oh, but... but please? I mean... Gail said that you were... that you wanted to?"

"She did? Listen, Amy... I'm really tired of the way things have been going. I'm just... I don't think tonight is a good idea."

"Jimmy... Jimmy, please. I need... I... I really wish you'd let me... you know."

"Amy, what's the big deal? I'm done playing blow up doll for you and your circle of friends, OK?"

There was a pause, but I could hear her breathing. Finally, she took a deep breath.

"They're... they're not my friends... not really."

"Amy... Look, I'm gonna go, OK? I'm done, I think. Tell the rest of them thanks, but I'm finished, OK?"

"Jimmy... please?"

Something in her voice made me stop. I didn't know what it was, but I couldn't hang up on her. I heaved a loud sigh, and rolled my eyes.

"Fine, Amy. Whatever. Where do you live?"

"Uh... can I come to your place? My... parents are home, and..."

"My place?"

I looked around my filthy room, dirty laundry piled in various stacks. The bed which hadn't been made since the sheets had been washed a month ago.

"Uh... Sure... my parents are out for the night playing Pinochle with some friends. Lucky us. Look... could you give me an hour or so before you get here?"

I was almost sweating when I got done with my whirlwind cleaning, and as soon as I sat down to cool off a bit, the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock to confirm that it had, indeed, been an hour almost on the dot. I stood back up and made my way to the door, opening it with a flourish, which I meant to be sarcastic. When I finished, the top of my head was facing the doorway and my eyes were cast down at my knees.

"Thank you, Good Sir," came a voice. My eyes flew open and I couldn't help but glance up at Amy. Her voice was nothing like it had been over the phone, when it had been hushed and whispering. This voice was like warm honey. It was so soft and rich, with a sweet husky ripple to it. Those four words had made my spine shiver, and I wanted to see the face that went with the voice.

Her face wasn't as beautiful as her voice, but it was close. Amy was cut from a different cloth than Gail and the others. Her features were small, like most of her frame, and she had an almost pixie-like face. Her black hair was worn short, but was styled in a windblown fashion. She wore almost no makeup, which made her large eyes all the more impressive. Her lips were in a slight smirk, as she was holding a somewhat regal pose, her chin thrown back just a touch, and her nose tilted upwards. My gaze wandered down the rest of her, almost with a will of its own. Her breasts were large, but somewhat hidden by the sweater she was wearing. It wasn't bulky, or thick, but hid just enough of her form to keep one guessing. Her waist likewise appeared to be fairly slender, and her hips didn't flare much at all. Overall, she was extremely cute, with a decent chance of being hot. I smiled a little bit at this. I'd know soon enough, I figured.

"Wha'ss the smile for?" She asked, some confusion creeping onto her face.

"You surprised me... I wasn't expecting someone with a sense of humor. Are you sure you found the right house?"

She laughed at this, but it was a little too forced and a little too loud. I raised one eyebrow at her reaction, and she slapped a hand to her mouth, but struggled to control another few giggles. When she was somewhat under control, she leaned in to me, beckoning me close with a finger. When I was within range, she glanced left and right with a conspiratorial air, then whispered.

"I'm... a little drunk."

With that, she erupted into a huge belly laugh, holding her sides as the tears started to roll. I stood there, not sure what to say to this proclamation, until she came to a screeching halt with a mighty hiccup. Another followed, then another, and she was trying to laugh in between them. I sighed and grabbed her elbow, leading her into the house and closing the door behind her.

"Come on, Amy." I said, heading for the kitchen.

"What? We gonna fuck now?"

This set off another laugh, but it lasted only a second before another loud hiccup stopped it. For this I was glad.

"No, Amy. We're not gonna do anything but get you some water and laid down."

"Huh? Nuh uh... we gotta fuck, Jimmy." She punctuated this statement with a particularly hard hiccup.

"Not in your condition we don't. What the hell were you thinking, getting so drunk anyway? You didn't drive, did you?"

"Ta... Taxi." She said. Her demeanor was switching rapidly, and she seemed to winding down in an awful hurry. On a hunch, I switched our direction and aimed her for the couch. She almost made it, collapsing onto her stomach about a foot shy of the couch.

"Amy? Amy, are you OK?"

I got no response of any kind, so I reached down and shook her shoulder. Still nothing. I stood up and took a deep breath.

"Shit."

"I... I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"Probably. That's what the bowl's there for. Just empty out your stomach and you'll feel better."

One of her eyes cracked open at my words, and she stared at me, confused. I waited, and watched as the realization swept across her face. She sat up, far too quickly, and immediately started to heave. I had placed the bowl in the right place, though, and nothing got ruined. Except maybe her dignity.

When she was finished she fell back against the couch with a flop. She threw one arm across her eyes and curled her legs up against her stomach in a little ball. I took the bowl in the kitchen and rinsed it out, then grabbed a Gatorade out of the fridge and brought the drink and the bowl back out with me. She saw me coming and looked away, shaking her head slightly.

"It'll help, trust me. Keep you from getting sicker." I left out the part about giving it some color, in any case.

With a little reluctance she took the drink and started to sip it. I helped her to sit forward, and told her to drink as slow as she could. I sat back onto my heels and just watched her. She watched me, too, but neither of us said a word.

About halfway through the Gatorade, she started to tear up.

"I'm so sorry!" Her words came at the front of a huge sob, and she jammed her fist against her mouth as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked so distraught that I couldn't resist reaching out and wiping one of the tears away. Her eyes widened and looked right into mine. I could see the fear there and backed away.

"Amy... you got nothing to be sorry about. My parents aren't going to be home for a long time, and nothing got ruined. How are you feeling?"

She sniffled a bit, then just nodded her head. Her eyes reminded me of a caged rabbit.

I sighed, and then stood up. Her head jerked up to watch me, then followed me as I moved across the room and sat down in the recliner. I could see her tension ease the more distance I put between us, and when I sat down, she sighed a little and took her hand away from her mouth. She even managed to get out a timid smile.

"You... probably think I'm pretty pathetic, huh?"

I just shook my head, hoping she would keep talking. She looked around, taking in the room while avoiding my eyes, and then finally uncurled and put her elbows on her knees, leaning forward with her gaze on the floor.

"Jesus..." she whispered.

"Amy? Can you tell me what's going on here? Are you OK?"

She glanced up at me, without raising her head, then looked back down and talked to the floor.

"Yeah... I guess. I'm really sorry, Jimmy. Gail made it sound so... easy. And her and the other girls were all talking about it, saying how great it was. I told them..."

She broke off for a moment, but quickly got herself under control.

"God, I can't believe I'm gonna tell you this... but you deserve to know, I guess. Maybe it explains stuff. Maybe it doesn't... I'm a virgin, Jimmy."

I couldn't help but smile at this, and she was looking at me as I did. The tears started to leak out of her eyes, and I hurried to explain myself.

"No, Amy. No. I'm smiling cause I am, too."

Amy just scowled at that, and I realized what I had just said.

"I mean... I was. Before Gail. And... the others. But that's..."

"Different?"

"... yeah. It is. That's just... sex. It feels good and all, but it's like... those girls don't even want me to touch them and stuff. They're just using me for bragging rights or whatever."

Amy was watching me intently, and had even raised her head as I spoke. When I finished, she gave me a long look, then let out a half-hearted chuckle.

"I guess that does sound like them... They gave me the most godforsaken time about being a virgin. Always teasing, always making comments about it. Finally one day Gail came to me and asked if I was interested in hooking up with someone. I was so embarrassed, but she said that she knew a guy who'd be willing, so I went along with it. When I found out she was talking about you, though, the guy they'd all been talking about, I tried to back out of it."

"Back out? Why?"

Amy dropped her eyes, but kept her face up, and I watched as a blush crept across her neck and cheeks.

"Cause you're... uh... big? Or something?"

"Oh." I could feel my own blush spreading.

"Anyway, she said that if I backed out now that she'd make sure the whole school knew about the whole thing. How I was still a virgin, and that I was too scared to go out with a guy she set me up with. She told me how she'd make sure that I didn't make the cheerleading squad next season, and how she'd make sure my life was a living hell in every way she could."

"Why would she do that?"

"Because... because she thinks it'd be funny."

"She what? What do you mean, funny?"

Amy closed her eyes, taking a breath to steady herself.

"I overheard her the other day. I was right around the corner, but she couldn't see me. I heard her talking with a friend of hers or something. She was saying how it would be hilarious for my first time to be with someone who was huge. She said she couldn't wait to see how I was walking come Monday, with it being my first time, and with me being smaller..."

"Wow..." I couldn't think of anything more profound to say at that moment. I had known that Gail was a bitch, but... that was just crazy.

"Yeah. I was so scared, but I knew I had to do it. Finally, I decided to just hit my father's liquor cabinet before I left, so maybe I wouldn't remember it or something. Maybe it would make it not hurt so much."

"Amy, I'm sorry. Gail's such a bitch. Well, fuck her. We'll just tell her that we did it, and that'll be the end of it."

Amy looked me right in the eye, her gaze clear for the first time. After a moment, a tear formed in her right eye and drifted down her cheek.

"You... you don't want to?"

The question hit me like a train, sending me reeling.

"Huh?"

"Just because Gail set it up, and bullied me, and I'm scared... doesn't mean I'm not curious..."

That's all it took. The blood roared from the rest of the body into my swelling prick.

"I... uh... I mean, you... want to, still? Are you feeling OK for that?"

She crinkled her face a bit at that.

"I'm fine, Jimmy. I... didn't have much. I'm pretty much of a lightweight. But if... if you don't mind... maybe we could... ?

"Mind? Amy, it would be my pleasure."

With that, I leapt up and threw myself into the same formal bow that I had used at the door. I extended one hand to her and she placed her hand in mine. I pulled her to her feet, and embraced her. My arms went around her waist, and her wrists locked behind my neck. We stood there for a moment, looking at each other, unsure of what to do next. At the same time, we both let out a little chuckle, then I leaned in closer and brushed her lips with mine. She responded by turning her head slightly and leaning into the kiss. Our lips pushed together and her mouth parted. I responded in kind, hoping I wouldn't mess it up. This was something that none of the 'others' had bothered with, and I hadn't had much of an opportunity for kissing before then. Those thoughts flitted through my brain, but didn't linger. It just seemed so natural, kissing her that way. When her tongue fluttered up against my lips, I met it with mine, and she let out a little moan. I took that as a good sign, and I parted my hands on her back, sending one up to her shoulder blades, and the other down towards her bottom.