Chapter 3

"I think that's coercion."

"I don't mean it that way; it just fits better."

She ran her hands over my back. "I love that you're naked."

I almost said that I wished she was too. I nibbled on an available ear. "But you're nervous?"

"Yeah, I've never even had my top off with a boy. I ... I don't know how much you'll like it."

"Well ... I could reveal my secret early."

"I'm confused."

"I work at Lawndale."

"I know; you're a lifeguard."

I was glad that she didn't think I was referring to the cemetery with that name. Lawndale Pool and Racquet Club was where I'd worked last summer. In addition to the obvious, it had a sand volleyball pit next to the pool.

"Junior lifeguard, I'm not sixteen yet."

"Okay..."

"One day last summer I was looking around and a girl playing volleyball caught my eye."

"Oh, no."

"Yes. I was some distance away so all I could really see were her tits and her ass."

Angie giggled. "Johnny..."

"Anyway, they looked okay so I looked some more and noticed that she did nice things for her bikini."

"Johnny, are you trying to get my clothes off?" She gave my ear a fast lick.

"No. That would be against the rules and I never break the rules; so this is just conversation. All I'm doing is starting to give up a secret."

"Just starting?"

"Yes."

"And it would fit better if you were taking my clothes off while you did it?

"I thought it would fit with that, but it doesn't have to."

Angie pulled her head around from next to mine, and administered a short, wet kiss. "Johnny, would you take my clothes off, please?"

I administered a kiss of my own. "I'd like that very much."

It would usually be nice if shoes and socks could be gone before we get in bed; it kind of challenges the connection. But, in this case, I needed the time. I started by running my hands down the sides of her body.

"In the true version of the secret, I was on duty and couldn't look at the girl who I kept seeing out of the corner of my eye. I only knew it was a girl because I could see the flashes of light blue coming from the two parts of her suit. What caught my eye was her lunging around the court making digs. I had to wait for my break to check her out."

I had crawled backwards down the bed running my hands all the way down the outsides of her legs. I went to work on her shoes.

"When I was relieved, I snuck over for a decent look. Her digs were amazing. And it was then that I noticed how good she made her suit look."

I got her socks off, kissed one particularly nice looking toe, and began crawling back up the bed.

"I was behind her, so mostly I was seeing her back. I really liked watching her brush sand off her butt."

Angie was both blushing and looking a little nervous. I leaned down and kissed her softly; our tongues played gently for a few moments.

"Then I snuck around so I could see her front. I watched her abs while she was throwing herself around. They were almost enough to keep me from fully appreciating the unselfconscious way she was brushing sand off the front parts of her suit.

That earned me a giggle.

"So my secret, Angie..." I began unbuttoning her blouse, "is that I've known all along that you have the sexiest tummy I've ever seen."

When they offer me a name, it's for me to decide whether or not they can offer my name to the girl; if they reach the point where they offer the girl names. Mostly the girl never comes up again and I very rarely learn why. If it's a girl I know, and especially if it's one of those girls I'm not supposed to have accepted because I know her too well or like her too much; I can't help but wonder. But I don't know when to start wondering, because a normal cycle is anywhere from a couple of weeks to a couple of months.

Sometimes I get offered a girl's name again. Sometimes I learn why. Sometimes a girl's status has changed from anxious virgin to disappointed and anxious near-virgin. Considering how anxious some of the virgins can be, what I do isn't so very different.

Angie was wearing light green slacks and a blouse with a white background under a fine floral pattern, predominately in greens and blues. Her bra was a pale green that I was sure would be matched by her panties. There is something special about undies that coordinate with a girl's outfit.

If a girl is really nervous at this point, I can't pay much attention to her underwear. Angie was doing okay, more anxious than nervous.

"Angelina, you are wearing very elegant underwear."

I'm sure she would have blushed more if she could have. "Johnny..."

I stroked the skin below her bra and stared at her face. She whined softly and pulled me down for a kiss.

I was in trouble. I wanted Angie a lot more than I should have.

The volleyball player in the light blue swimsuit had really attracted me. I had actually fantasized about asking her out. When I saw her in school, and learned her name, and more about her; she became kind of an exemplar for the sort of girl I'd like to date, but couldn't.

It ripped me some when they offered me her name. I knew that nothing was likely to come of it. But it told me more about her; it made me like her more. And it meant I now had a chance at a one-night relationship with her.

When they gave me the assignment I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I did know that I was going to try to cram as much of a relationship into that one night as I could.

Angie broke the kiss. "Johnny, I want to be naked with you. Please hurry."

When she had to sit up for me to get her blouse off, she went to work on my ear. "Get the bra too."

I did. Two, round handfuls; high and firm. Brown areola with very erect nipples a shade more pink. I wanted to stop and worship them.

She pushed my hands down to her belt.

I unbuckled, and unbuttoned, and unzipped; and started to pull them down.

Angie reached down and pushed her panties after them.

The girls always prepare themselves; Angie appeared as though she'd never had any hair beyond the three-inch strip that stopped just an inch above her slit. The top was rounded and it all had been trimmed very short. It hid nothing.

I controlled myself while I got her slacks and panties all of the way off.

"Angie, you're beautiful."

"Johnny, I want you in me."

I couldn't blame her for forgetting the sequence. It was time for her first orgasm, but I couldn't provide that with my dick.

I started to kiss my way up her leg. She buried her fingers in my hair and tried to hurry me. I let her, to some extent. I got to place a quick kiss towards the inside of one thigh. I placed a very wet kiss on and in her navel while I let my hand begin caressing along the insides of her thighs. She opened her legs.

I looked up and smiled at her for a moment before I went for her first nipple.

She couldn't seem to decide whether to keep trying to pull my head up, or to hold it right where it was. She settled for holding, and began kissing the top of my head.

As a rule, I'm not particularly anxious to get my dick in a girl for the first time. There have been a few exceptions; but basically I'm going to come, and she isn't. I always feel guilty about that.

I was trained to not even think about it. The Emissary said that it was so rare for a girl to have an orgasm her first time, that trying for it was actually counter-productive. My training was to get her aroused and then just do it.

The girls were, and are, told that the first time is primarily for them to experience what it feels like; and to deal with any stretching or tearing that needs to occur. They are encouraged to try to be as relaxed and comfortable as they can; and to not try to really participate.

And I was taught, for first penetration purposes, to fuck like a robot. Slow entry, stopping if there's any discomfort; and then slow strokes. I was taught not to break the rhythm even when I came.

I think that's all bullshit. Either the Emissaries that trained me were really out of touch, or they were stuck following some manual; or it was some sort of joke since they knew it always came down to two people trying to be nice to each other.