Chapter 21: Peter

I loved taking Missy to parties because she always looked so different when she dressed up for the occasions. William Parker's birthday was just one more good excuse to get Missy in a dress. William's parents were the liberal kind and had bought wine coolers for the occasion so half the school turned up for the event. There was dancing in the backyard and lots of loud conversation but mostly there were couples hooking up and sneaking down to the Parker's basement. I knew Missy and I wouldn't be going down there so I contented myself with a few cheap feels whenever I could sneak one in. That and with watching Alex. He was more or less following the rules of the day which were basically don't piss William off and see me before you screw anyone.

Sometime after sunset Missy came over to me and sat in my lap. "Hey." She whispered. "Do you want to go down stairs?"

Foolish as it was I honestly thought it was a trick question. It must have shown on my face too but Missy just smiled seductively and lead me to the basement door. There were three rooms one main room with an old carpet and two worn couches. To the left was a bare bones bedroom with a bed, a dresser and a lamp. The couches, the bed and the carpet were all occupied with teens in various stages of making out. Missy lead me through the other door into the laundry room. On the far side was yet another door. This one lead to the garage. Beside the car, was an unoccupied couch.

"Oh you clever girl." I whispered nibbling her neck.

She sighed and pulled me down on top of her - a first. "Peter, let's do it." She whispered.

"Mmmm. Let's." I burrowed behind her earlobe. They were very delicate and surprisingly sensitive. I admit I wasn't really listening to her.

"Peter." She was a little more insistent. "I want you to do it."

"Ok." Then I stopped and pulled a little away from her as it suddenly dawned on me what 'it' might be. "Wait up, do what?"

"You know," she looked away. "it."

"You mean, all the way?"

"If you have a rubber, I mean." She rushed out.

I pulled out my wallet and produced a foil packet. "We don't have to."

"I want to."

I pulled away entirely. My whole body wanted to get busy while the offer was available but my head hadn't lost total control yet. "Why?"

She stared at me. "Why?"

"Yeah. Months you been sayin' no. Now, here you wanna say yes? Why?"

"I just want to. Ain't that enough?"

I thought about it. "No."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't..." she stopped. "Never mind."

I grabbed her before she could get up. "Wait, wait. I ain't say no. I just wanna know why before we do. I don't want you all upset after."

Her expression softened. "See? That's why. You're so sweet. And you make me feel all -" she shivered "- ohh! And some of the girls were talking..." She looked away.

"Yeah? Who?"

"No." she smiled.

"Aw, come on."

"No, it's bad enough you know they were talking about you. You'll get uh bigger head than you got."

"You give me big head."

She blushed. "Peter!"

I tickled her and she laughed and we giggled for a minute or two. I managed to get her prone under me - right where I've wanted her for months. "OK. Seriously. Why?"

She blushed and kind of looked away. "Mom said that her first time was ... bad."

"Bad?"

"He just didn't know what he's doing, she said."

"Ah." Then I connected the earlier comment. "Ah! And someone told you I do?"

"A reliable source."

"Who is?"

"No." She giggled. "I ain't telling."

I let it go. I didn't really care; Missy was the only girl I wanted anymore. "Alright." I kissed her chin. "Now, you mean this, right? You sure?"

"I thought you wanna be first."

"I wanna be first, second, tenth, hundredth and last. But first mean more to you than to me."

"I just don't want it to hurt." She shook her hair out - a nervous habit for her. "I don't care about the rest."

"It won't hurt." I promised. I kissed her lips and swore to myself I'd make that true. "It won't hurt at all." I took a long time kissing her and caressing her boobs. We made out a lot and gone as far as given each other hand jobs. But she wouldn't let me go down on her and she flat refused to blow me. I got her skirt up to her waist, my hand inside her panties and made her cum once with just my fingers.

Then I slid down her. "No." she gasped when my mouth brushed her almost bald pussy.

"Yes." I moaned in response. I'd never eaten a girl who shaved and it was a very nice change of pace not to have hair on my tongue while I licked and sucked her slit. She came fast - so fast, I almost missed it because she didn't squirt like Trina. I kept at her, sucking her clit and pushing my tongue in her until she hit me hard.

"Stop! Please!" she croaked. "It's too much."

"Oh. Sorry." I mumbled. Actually my jaw was a bit sore anyway so I didn't mind stopping. Instead I lay beside her again. "I wanna put this thing on now." I said finding the condom again. "You ready?"

"Yes." She panted. She began pulling open my belt and caressing my rock hard dick through my pants. She got my pants open and hesitated. She looked at me. "Should I..." she licked her lips nervously.

"You don't have to." I said shakily even though every nerve in my body was screaming 'yes'. "I'd love it but you don't have to."

She stuck her tongue and tentatively took a swipe at me. She made a face. "I can't. Can we just, y'know, skip?"

I started to point out that it wasn't fair that I went down on her but she wouldn't do me but then remembered why we were there in the first place. "Sure Missy." I leaned down and kissed her to show no hard feelings. I slipped the packet into her hand. "You put it on."

Her hands shook as she opened the pack and then struggled to figure out which way it rolled. I watched her and tried to relax as her hands kept stroking me in the process. "I'm sorry." She lamented. "I'll hurry up."

"Take your time." I sighed. "I can wait." Eventually she got it on me. I hadn't softened any in the process. "OK. Lie back." I rubbed the head against her to make sure it was thoroughly wet. Then I put just the head against the opening. "Ok, tell me when to stop." I pushed gently.

"Stop!" she was shaking.

"What?"

"I just ... I ... I wasn't ready."

I counted silently to ten and prayed I could do this with the sensitivity required. "OK. I'll back out."

"No, wait. Just let me get used to it."

"Ok."

We stayed there, not moving for a few minutes. She let me push the next quarter inch in and made me wait again. I was beginning to wonder if I would go soft before I got all the way in. Slowly, very, very slowly, she let me push into her slit. I couldn't tell if she was actually enjoying it or not. From my end, she was actually too tight. Finally she said push and my nuts hit her butt.