I was born the forth of five children. The oldest of us was my Brother and I had two older Sisters and one younger Sister. My Parents named me Robert and I was called Robbie around the house.

My Mother made my two older Sisters my babysitter while she was doing other things around the house. My two older Sisters for reasons known only to them decided to nickname me Butch, maybe because they thought that name was cute. When my little Sister came along they also had to babysit with her, too, and they gave her a nickname, as well.

So around our house my little Sister and I were always called by our nicknames principally by our older Sisters. While I was a kid I really never understood why I was called Butch by my two older Sisters but, I guess I didn’t know enough to protest or pursue the reason anyway.

When it came time for me to go to school my Mother enrolled me using my real name and my nickname of Butch was not known to anyone at school. Of course, I was happy to be called by my actual name and I had no intention of telling anyone outside of my family that my older Sisters called me by my nickname.

I got along well for the first few years of school until my little Sister got into school. After she had been in school for a couple of years, her teacher asked her class if any of them had nick names given to them by their older siblings and she told her class that she had a nickname and what it was. She also offered that I, too, had a nickname and that it was Butch.

My nickname was passed around the school and it eventually wound up with some of the kids in my class. None of the girls in my class ever called me by my nickname but, some of the other boys in my class picked up on it and began to call me by that name. Of course, with kids in elementary school their use of my nickname ran its course and it was soon forgotten.

Nobody ever called me by my nickname again until I was a junior in high school. I was at a school dance after the Friday night football game. I was with this cute girl in my junior class by the name of Shelly. We were just about to walk out on the dance floor for a dance. One of the boys that had been in my elementary school class asked me, “How’s it going, Butch?” He asked it with a smirk on his face.

I think he was just trying to embarrass me in front of Shelly. I just quickly replied, “Fine Dude.” and Shelly and I proceeded out on the dance floor.

When we got out on the dance floor, Shelly asked me, “What did he call you, Robbie?”

Responding, I just said, “Oh, he is just a kid I knew in elementary school and he called me by the nickname, Butch, my two older Sisters gave me when I was very little and they had to babysit with me. I have never told anyone about it as I prefer to be called by my actual name of Robbie which is short for Robert.”

Shelly replied, “Oh, Robbie, I think that is a cute nickname. I know you are not really happy to have anyone address you with that name but, I still think it’s so cute.”

“Yeah, Shelly. I guess it’s cute especially if you are only one to two years old and not for a 17 year old high school student and you have two older impudent Sisters as baby sitters. Please don’t pass that name around, Shelly? You can call me that as long as there isn’t anyone else around.”

“Ok, Robbie, I’ll keep it between us but, I still think it’s a cute name for such a cute boy as you are.” That remark sent a short volt of electricity down my spine to think that she thought I was cute.

I squeezed her a little tighter, leaned over and kissed her cheek. Then I softly said in her ear, “Well, I think you are pretty cute, too, Shelly. Maybe that’s why I wanted you to go to the game and to the dance with me tonight. Maybe I need to think up a cute nickname for you, too.”

Shelly just held me a little tighter and said, “Well, Robbie, if you think of one let me know but, I think that you need to keep it between us like I’m going to keep your nickname between us.”

I knew that Shelly was a very cute girl with a great body and she was a great dancer. She was able to follow me with my two left feet as we danced at that school dance that night. Holding her close to me during all of the slow dances and having her soft titties pressed tightly against my chest during those slow dances kept my dick hard all night.

It occurred to me that if I could feel her titties on my chest, she certainly could feel my hard-on in my jeans poking into her lower tummy or into her thigh as we were dancing. However, I thought maybe she liked feeling my hard-on through my jeans just like I really enjoyed feeling her titties against my chest. Then I had to wonder if she was feeling my hard-on how was it affecting her? I figured that her panties had to be getting sopping wet while we were dancing.

All during the dance I wanted to kiss her but, the chaperones made it clear that kissing and any other acts of intimacy were strictly forbidden. Anyone who was found to be engaged in such behavior during the dance would result in the couple being ejected from the dance.

I really didn’t care if I was thrown out of the dance but, I sure as hell didn’t want Shelly to be thrown out with me. Besides I knew that if we had been thrown out of the dance it would be all over school and we would have been ridiculed for it.

I could take the ridicule but, I didn’t want her to suffer that same fate as I would have been. In fact, I thought that most of the guys I knew would be giving me thumbs up for being thrown out of the dance.

We had a really good time at the dance and afterward I walked her home since I didn’t have a car. Shelly didn’t live all that far from school so it wasn’t a really long walk. It did become a really long walk for me though. I lived about twice as far from school in the opposite direction as Shelly and making that longer walk was torture for me with a galloping case of the blue balls.

When we arrived at her home I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly I said, I have really enjoyed having you with me tonight, Shelly and I’d like to take you out to the football game next week and the dance after the game. Will you go with me next week, Shelly?” Then I leaned my head down and kissed her very tenderly.

She pulled her head back, looked me in the eyes and said, “I really enjoyed being with you tonight, too, Robbie, and dancing with you was a lot of fun. I’d love to go with you again next week.” Then she kissed me back a little longer than I had kissed her.

I kissed her again and said, “Ok, Shelly, I’ll pick you up here next week about the same time as I did tonight. Good night, Baby.”

She tenderly kissed me again, gently pushed away and said, “Ok, Robbie, I’ll be here waiting on you next week. Good night, Butch.” Before I could say anything more she was inside the house and closed the door behind her.

That next week I picked her up at her house. As we were about to go out the door she turned to her Parents and said, “We’re going to the football game tonight and we are going to the school dance afterward, too.” Once we got outside and the door closed Shelly said, “Hi, Butch, I couldn’t wait for tonight to get here and to be with you tonight. Then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me very tenderly.

Wrapping my arms around her I said, “Wow, Shelly. You really know how to start the evening off right.” as I kissed her in return. After our kiss we walked to the football game. Every time our team scored, the entire crowd stood and cheered for the team’s score.

In addition to that, Shelly made it a point to kiss me each time, too. By that time I really didn’t care if our team won the game or not I just wanted them to continue to score points. Each time she kissed me it made my dick get that much harder and I don’t think that she knew it.

As she had told her Parents we went to the school dance after the game and it was much the same as it had been when we were at the dance the previous weekend. When we were slow dancing Shelly had her sweet titties pressed against my chest and that raised my hard-on which I knew she could really feel poking into her lower tummy and her thigh. I thought to myself, ‘Well, Butch, this is going to be another blue ball night.’

Shelly and I went to the rest of the home football games that fall and to all of the dances as well. Then we went to most of the home basketball games and dances during the winter and spring. When there were no home football or basketball games, Shelly and I went to the movies. We grew closer together all during our junior year and we both loved it.

I took Shelly to the prom just before the end of the school year. When I picked her up at her house I thought, ‘Wow, Shelly, you sure look pretty tonight in your prom dress.’ After her Mom took a number of pictures of her in her prom dress and the two of us together we went to the prom.

As we were on our way to the prom, I held her to me and I said, “Shelly, you are not only pretty tonight, you are just gorgeous in your prom dress and I can’t believe I have such a gorgeous girl going to the prom with me tonight.”

She squeezed me back and said, “I think you are very handsome tonight, too, Robbie. I’m really happy to have such a good looking guy taking me to the prom.”

While we were dancing, as pretty as she was and as sweet as she was she had my dick hard all night. I could feel her soft titties pressing into my chest as we danced but I don’t think that she could feel my hard-on through her prom dress. I know she had a good time at the prom and I had an equally good time with her.

It got even better when we went to the after the prom party. We could dance and make out and we were not supervised by any of the teachers. There was no problem with alcohol which made the party that much better for us even though we did not get drunk.

I really wanted to make love with Shelly on prom night but, the most I could get her to do was to let me gently squeeze her titties through her prom dress and her bra. The most she would do for me was to gently squeeze and stroke my hard-on through my pants.

She always refused to let us go any further than that. She said, “Robbie, I love you very much and I really want us to do that but, I’m really afraid that I’ll get pregnant. If I get pregnant my Parents will make my life a living hell.”

I told her, “Shelly, there’s no way you can get pregnant. I have some condoms with me that will protect us.”

“I’m still afraid even with the condoms, Honey. Does that make you mad at me since I won’t let us go any further than what we have been doing, Robbie?”

“No, that doesn’t make me mad at you at all. I can see that you are really hesitant because of what would happen if you accidentally do get pregnant. And I can see if you were to get pregnant not only your Parents would come down on you but they would come down on me probably even harder. Not only that, my Parents would come down on me probably even harder than yours will.”

She threw her arms around my neck, kissed me very affectionately and said, “Oh, Robbie, I love you and I was very afraid that you would tell me that you didn’t want to see me and go out with me any longer. I really don’t want us to ever split up, Honey.”

“I love you, too, and I would never tell you that I don’t want to see you any longer. But, you know there will come a day when our urge to make love will overcome the both of us and we will make love, Shelly. You know that a line in the song Nature Boy says, The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return. I think you are so pretty and shapely and I guess that’s why I want you so much, Honey.”

After school was out for the year we were able to see each other often but, not nearly as often as when we had been with each other during the school year. I had found a summer job and it was pretty well paid especially for a teenager’s summer job. I was able to work a lot of overtime and that allowed me to save quite a bit of money.

With the money I had saved, I bought a jalopy that I could drive to school and get around in. My Brother and I worked on it a lot and took care of most of the problems that made it much more reliable to drive. Of course, that took up most of the little free time I had left but, I figured that it was worth the increased reliability I got from the time and work we had expended on the car. I even bought a new set of tires for my jalopy, too.

Just before the start of our senior year I called Shelly and asked her to go out with me to a movie. I picked her up the following Saturday night and I picked her up in my jalopy. She was happy to see that we could go on dates and we wouldn’t have to walk everywhere we went.

When we left her house I helped Shelly get in the car and I went around and got in on the driver’s side. The first thing she did was to slide across the seat and kiss me. She said, “Jeeze, Robbie, this is going to be a whole lot better now that you have this car. We can get there a whole lot quicker than when we were walking, Honey. And it gives us a place to make out, too.” She just giggled, squeezed me and then she kissed me again.

Shelly and I both had been admitted to the State College and I told her that I would take her to campus at the beginning of school. I had loaded up my car with all of the things I was going to take with me and then I drove over to her house and loaded her things into my car, too. I was somewhat worried that we wouldn’t get all of her things into my car but, we made it anyway.

I drove us to campus that was only about a two hour drive from home. Shelly had been assigned a room in the girl’s dorm building and I was assigned a room in the boy’s dorm building which was less than a block away. That made it very convenient for us to see each other two to three times a week and on weekends as well.

We went through freshman orientation and then we started our classes. The first couple of weeks we were both busy getting started on our classes and keeping up with the work that is always piled on the students at the beginning of the school year. However, on the weekend we took the time to go to the football games like we did when we were in high school.

Occasionally, I took Shelly out to eat or to a movie when there was no home football games. That gave us a chance to make out in my car when we came back to the dorms. I got to thinking that she would have been just as happy to take a ride in the car and park with me somewhere just to make out.

On our make out sessions Shelly had let us go a little further than what we had done previously. She let me put my hand inside her blouse and inside her bra and let me cup and hold her warm soft titties. She even let me slip my hand up under her skirt and feel her warm moist pussy through her panties. We were both breathing very heavily when we did that but, I know she enjoyed it just as much as I did.