Ann Fraye's post-Thanksgiving arrival at Brearleigh, my Manhattan girls' school, caused a sensation. For one thing, she was a rowdy among the demure — she played basketball as a contact sport, pulled practical jokes in chemistry lab, and laughed raucously at double entendres and smutty remarks.

And for another, she was unabashedly, openly, talkatively, interested in sex. Unlike repressed me.

"I'd have gotten laid by now if mom hadn't sent me to that all-girl's camp last summer," she complained at lunch the third day after she arrived. "I was giving my boyfriend handjobs and I let him finger me. I figured we'd do it when I got back from camp, but by then he was dating someone else. I didn't have a replacement before dad decided I should come to New York."

Soon we were studying together after school, either at her apartment or mine. We discovered common interests in politics (liberal), music (folk), and art (pop and abstract). We puzzled about the world our parents inhabited — activist politics, civil rights, dinner parties, the newest books and movies — but mostly she carried on about sex.

"Janey Bernstein is really going out with that dope from Dalton? What's she see in him?" I asked one day, puzzled why Janey was mooning around and sighing a lot.

"Probably a big cock," Ann leered, and I blushed. She was so direct it made me uncomfortable.

"I can't stand this sex talk all the time," I grumped at Ann one day. "Why don't you DO something about it?"

"C'mon, Laura. I've been here less than a month. It's Christmas. I've got two families to visit, shopping to do. But after New Year's..." and her voice trailed off.

In late January, as the Democratic primary campaign for mayor was heating up, we decided to get involved. Our parents were social with the Congressman who was running, and Ann and I liked him as well. So, with our parents' encouragement, we signed up as volunteers.

Among the dozens of other volunteers there were maybe 20 our age. Ann developed a crush on Josh, and soon they were taking any assignment they could to work together.

Maggie, Ann's step-mother, allowed Ann to set her own after-school schedule, so she could be at headquarters every day if she kept her grades up. My parents were more reluctant, but they agreed I could go to headquarters during the week only because I was with Ann. But I had to toe the line about my grades or I'd have to come right home.

We did our homework quickly after classes and handed it in on time. Our mid-year report cards were excellent, so we got expanded permission — not only weekdays but also weekends at headquarters.

Early in March, Ann confided that she had the chance to spend next Saturday alone with Josh at his parents' apartment. "They'll be gone from Friday night till Sunday brunch. Will you cover for me?"

I was afraid. Of course I wanted to help my friend, but I worried that I'd mess up and we'd get caught. Ann had it all figured out.

"Saturday morning we'll say we're going to a museum instead of the campaign. I'll go to Josh's place and you'll go to some museum. We'll meet at that coffee shop across from the Public Library at 3:30 and you'll tell me what 'we' did so I can have my story straight. Okay?"

"Are you and Josh going to, uh, do it?" I asked, tremulously.

"Yes! I've jerked him off twice this week in one of the unused offices! This is our chance to be completely alone. He's even gotten rubbers!"

I'd never spent a whole day alone in the city. Ann and I had had a couple of encounters with strange men, so I knew to look like I knew what I was doing. I was at the Metropolitan Museum by eleven, wandered around several of the halls, ate lunch, wandered around some more, and was in a small booth at the coffee shop by 3:15.

At 3:30 Ann flew in. "You're never gonna believe this!" she whispered. "It was great! It was everything I hoped for! And we went shopping at Bloomingdale's!"

My jaw must have dropped because Ann giggled and reached over to push it closed.

"After I hung up my coat and got out of my boots, he led me to his bedroom. At headquarters we'd always worried that someone would interrupt us, but now we could do whatever we wanted.

"We lay down on his bed and kissed and kissed. After a while I reached over for his cock. 'Please Ann' he said, and I unzipped his pants and pulled it out.

"It was huge! I'd only felt it, never seen it. But it was bigger than my old boyfriend's. I'd never had the time to just, you know, examine one before, right up close. I started right in, stroking him."

"'Slowly, nice, oh yes, that's it, ' he said. It was so warm and so smooth. 'Faster, faster, FASTER! Oh Ann, you're gonna make me cum.' I was pumping as fast as I could and then he groaned like he always did just before he came. 'Oh god yes, don't stop, feels so good, faster, faster, OHHHHH!' and he came!

"I'd never seen a guy cum. I'd made my old boyfriend and Josh both cum, a lot, but always inside their pants. I'd never watched it happen. It shot up in the air two feet, like a white rope, then plopped down on my hand and all over him. He must have spurted five times before he made me stop." She paused, savoring the memory.

"He was completely wiped out! He just lay there and puffed. The look on his face! It was like he was in pain, real pain, when he was coming, but afterward he had this beautiful smile.

"We went to his bathroom and he cleaned us up. He took his pants and briefs off, since they had cum on them. I nearly stopped breathing! His balls were huge!

"We went back to his room and we got each other naked. We kissed, and kissed, and touched each other all over. It was heaven!

"He put his finger in my pussy and got me really excited. I grabbed his cock and started pumping again, but he made me stop. He reached under his bed and pulled out a box of rubbers.

"'Put one on me, ' he said, and showed me which side was up. I rolled it all the way down. The wrapper said 'lubricated' and it sure was.

"He had me lay back and he got into position. He started to push in. The pain was pretty strong, and he stopped when I asked him to. I was really tense and he pulled out and we kissed a lot and he worked his finger in and out of my pussy. I relaxed and we tried again, but it was the same, even if he got in a little further. He put two fingers inside me this time and it felt really nice.

"The third time he was pushing in pretty steadily when the pain really hit me and I started to cry. He stopped, then all of a sudden he pushed harder into me. It HURT!

"I hit him! On his face! He HURT me! I was crying and he just sat there with this 'what'd I do?' expression."

"'I TOLD you, "take it slow, let me get used to it." We agreed! You promised! That really hurt! That's why I slugged you.'"

"'You're okay now, right? That's the worst part, you'll be fine, ' he said, and he was kissing me.

"And it was! It took a while for the pain to go away, but when I felt better he got back on top of me and started to move. It was glorious! We moved against each other and I felt wonderful! We danced! I nearly had an orgasm and he came while I was thrashing around.

"We took each other's virginities! We rolled onto our sides, staying hooked up. 'That was sooo nice, ' I said, just stroking his face. 'God I wish we'd done it sooner.'"

"He was so sweet! He put his lips right up to my ear and whispered, 'Ann, did you cum? I wanted to make you cum, but I wasn't sure.'"

"'Oh god yes, your cock got me to cum. And I got you to cum too, right?' And we laughed.

"'God, yeah, I did. You're so warm around my cock. I never knew it'd feel this good.'"

"We lay there for the longest time. He got soft and I rolled the rubber off him. His cock was slick and I got some of his cum on my hand. I made a big deal of licking it off. It was salty and thick, but I liked it, especially since I knew he was watching. I wrapped the rubber in a Kleenex and put it on his nightstand."

I was surprised at the effect this had on me. I was excited. I'd never gone out on a date, never been kissed by anyone other than my family, and had only lightly played with myself.

"What was that about Bloomingdale's?" I reminded her.

"Well, when we got up, we saw that there was a lot of blood on the sheets. Josh got scared. 'My mom will kill me when she sees this! We have to clean it up!'

"But the blood had started to dry. We wouldn't be able to get it all out.

"'What're we going to do?' he was really scared.

"Don't you have more sheets?

"'Sure, but she'll see one set is missing. Oh man, am I in trouble!' That's when I thought of Bloomingdale's."

"Huh?"

"Maggie had taken me there when I first came to New York. She let me pick out my sheets, pillows, curtains, carpet, everything. We'd spent a whole day there.

"'Get dressed, Josh, ' I told him, 'we're going shopping. We'll buy a new set of sheets. Find the label. Hurry, let's go!'"

"We took a taxi to Bloomingdale's. It took a while, but we got lucky and found the same sheets. We were back at his apartment by one-thirty. We decided we wanted to fuck once more on the old sheets before we changed them, so we did.

"It was a lot easier this time. I rolled the rubber onto him while he was stood in front of me. He pushed me back but then had me get on top of him. I wound up sliding up and down on his cock. It was a little twingy but not much, and I bounced around on him. God it was great! You have no idea! I came twice! After my second orgasm, he started humping up against me and he came! I collapsed onto him and felt like I was gonna die!"

I must have looked exhausted myself, because Ann reached over and patted my hands. "It's fun, Laura, you've gotta do it. We'll talk about it some more, later."

I briefed her on "our" day at the Met and we went home. On Monday she told me Maggie had bought the story.

Ann began her campaign. "Do you play with yourself at night?" she asked, nonchalantly, at lunch. Her tone was matter-of-fact conversational, but she didn't care who heard.

"ANN! That's private! You can't ask me that," I hissed at her.

"Don't they do sex ed here?" she deadpanned.

"Yes, last year, in freshman health," I admitted.

"Well, then they must have brought up masturbation, right? And they must have told you everybody does it, right?"

"Well, yes, but they didn't go around the room and get everybody to say so," I defended.

"Because if they had —" she said, and let it drop.

Over the next week she pushed me harder and harder about my experience. She also got much more explicit about what she and Josh had done and kept on saying how much fun it was.

"I came three times last night," she said in the hall the next day after first period. "How about you?"

It was getting to me. By the end of the week I was cumming in bed at night and in the shower in the morning. Ann told me how she controlled the onset of her orgasm and even how to do it during my period.

And she kept rhapsodizing about what she and Josh were doing every chance they got. They were taking real risks at headquarters.

Once they were caught when Josh made too much noise as she jerked him off. Muffie, the volunteer coordinator, who assigned us to various jobs, told them to behave or they'd have to leave. Another time, on an errand downtown, they took so much time that Peter, the scheduler, called Josh's teacher and told him Josh was close to being kicked off of the campaign. So they had to cool it.

I was jealous. Ann was having all this fun and I wasn't. The clincher came when she analyzed why I wasn't dating.

"You're just repressed, you haven't let yourself go. I've seen you in gym — you yell, you cheer, you get red in the face. What you need is a guy to bring you out of your shell." She was right. I gave in.

But there was this problem: I didn't know any guys. Being an only child of only children, I had no brothers or sisters or cousins to introduce me to their friends. I'd been at Brearleigh since kindergarten. I didn't go to the mixers with the boys' schools because I didn't like to dance.

What to do?

Ann discarded the male teachers at school as too old and too risky. "I think the weatherman on channel 4 is really cute," I ventured, but that seemed hopeless. Ann suggested a couple of the volunteers at the campaign, most of whom were from Josh's school, but we decided the gossip mill would be hurtful to us both. Besides, they were likely to be virgins themselves, and Ann said I needed an experienced guy.

We had pretty much exhausted the known universe when I realized that the answer was right under our noses.

Peter, the scheduler, was a nice, fun guy. Ann and I had done work for him, filing and copying. I'd stood in line at the photocopier with him a couple of times and we'd kidded around. He had black hair and a beard and was always tossing around off-beat quotations from classic literature and classic movies. Physically he was average and didn't smoke (one of my requirements). And there were no stories about his having a girlfriend.

"Yeah! He's nice. He's older, he'll know what he's doing," Ann said, and she set about devising a plan.

"The next time you're together, you tease him a little. Throw out a couple of movie quotes of your own, do your best to bump into him. Put your hand on his ass and squeeze, that'll get his attention!" She leered but made her point. I tried most of her suggestions or twice but I didn't think he noticed.

Ann made me keep trying. About a week later, on a Wednesday afternoon I got a laugh out of him and the next day he sought me out to top some remark I'd made.

The next day, when I arrived at headquarters, he wasn't there. They said he was really run down and the campaign manager had told him to stay home through the weekend, so he'd be rested for the big push of the campaign.

"It's perfect! We find out where he lives and you go visit the sick. Take him some chicken soup, that's what's good for being sick, right?" We checked the staff list and found out he lived only four blocks south of Brearleigh.

"Okay, tomorrow morning you cut school after home room. You go to his place with the chicken soup. Maybe he'll seduce you." I was dubious but didn't see any other way, so I agreed to try.

"Who's there?"

"Hi Peter. It's Laura. From the campaign. I, uh, heard you were sick, so I brought you some chicken soup."

He opened the door to a studio apartment, one room with a separate bathroom and kitchen. There wasn't much furniture, just a day bed couch with a bunch of pillows, a glass-top coffee table, and a chair. In the tiny kitchen there was a table and two chairs.

"I can only stay a few minutes," I said. "Gotta get back to school."

I spread my tablecloth on the coffee table and laid out a bowl and a spoon in a proper arrangement, then poured the soup and sat next to him as he wolfed it down.

"I haven't eaten in two days, just slept. You're a real angel for bringing this soup. Can you stay a few minutes? What's happening at headquarters?"

I told him about the press secretary having a screaming fight with the political director and how everybody was excited about the Daily News poll that showed us close to the lead. He made a catty jibe about a couple of the volunteers we both knew and we laughed.

He said something about how Ann and Josh seemed to be spending a lot of time together. I must have blushed and he quickly apologized.

I started crying.

"I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong? I didn't mean to be hurtful," he stammered.

"Ann's got a boyfriend and I don't!" I blurted, and kept on blubbering. He reached for my hand and stroked it. As my tears slowed, he released it.

"That's no problem. You're pretty enough and smart enough to get any guy you want."

"Nobody interests me! My school's a cloister! Besides, I want someone mature." I paused and took a deep breath, then looked him straight in the eye. "I want you to be my boyfriend."

He blushed.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen." (I lied: I wouldn't be 16 until August.)

"I'm 25. Don't you think you should go for someone your own age?"

Suddenly, and without waiting for an answer, he said "Wow, look what time it is! You should get going."

As I gathered everything into my shopping bag, he said quietly, "the soup was great. Could you come tomorrow with some more?"

Ann clapped her hands and laughed loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. "You are the nervy one! He's flattered, you got his attention. Whether it's your body or the chicken soup he wants, who cares?" She grinned wickedly.

As we walked home, she was more serious.

"I'm not going to give you any advice about what to do except to let him take the lead, since he has to have experience. But you have to insist he be gentle. Promise me!" She poked her finger in my chest to emphasize her point.

"Of course he will, why wouldn't he? He's very nice."

"Josh is nice too, but at first he had to be in charge of everything and if I didn't do it exactly his way, he got rough." She'd never told me this.

"Tomorrow" was Saturday. We decided to get an early start to "our" weekend and meet for breakfast at 7:30. We already had the perfect cover story: our Art Appreciation class assignment for the weekend was to visit the Metropolitan Museum's new exhibit on Etruscan art and the Frick's Old Masters collection. We would rendezvous at the coffee shop at 4:30 for my briefing on "our" day.

By 8 o'clock I was at Peter's door. It took him a couple of minutes to respond as he clearly wasn't expecting me so early.

He was still in his pajamas but looked a lot better. This time my shopping bag contained orange juice, bagels, lox spread, bread, cold cuts, some fruit, and mayonnaise, as well as chicken soup and two place settings.

Peter took my coat and helped me out of my boots, which was encouraging. I set two places on the tablecloth with flatware and napkins. He tossed some of the pillows onto the floor and we ate the bagels and lox spread, nibbled at the fruit, and drank the juice.

When we'd finished washing the dishes, he reached for my hand and said "come sit with me." We walked back to the couch.

"Did you mean what you said yesterday?"

I didn't hesitate: "Yes."

"Are you a virgin?" I blushed, looked down at my hands folded in my lap, and murmured "yes."

He reached over and lifted my chin so that I was looking directly at him. "That's okay. Are you using any birth control?"

"No, but it's okay. My period will come on Tuesday or Wednesday." Ann told me I wouldn't get pregnant because of my time of the month and that she would take me to the same clinic where she had gone to get on the pill.

"You are very self-assured," he said.

"No I'm not!" I said, defiantly. "I'm doing this on nerve! It's like I'm on a high wire and could fall off at any second. I've really exposed myself with you and don't know what I would do if you told anyone why I came here."

"This is our secret, just yours and mine," he said. "We can decide what we want to do, together."

With that, he moved closer, took my chin in his hand, and kissed me, lightly, on the lips. His beard tickled. Since this was the first time a boy had kissed me, I puckered up and sat rigid.

He broke off the kiss, looked at me for a moment, then brought my right hand to his mouth. He sucked softly on the first joint of my index finger, just enough so that I felt it.

"Now you kiss my finger that way," he said.

His hand was warm and his flesh responded to my lips. We did this back and forth a couple of times and he increased his suction.

"Like it?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, yes, I do. Am I doing it right?"

"Yes you are. Want to do some more?"

He rolled his sleeve up and had me kiss him up to his elbow. His arm was hairy and he had a slightly salty taste.

"May I?" he said as he moved to unbutton the cuff of my blouse. "Sure," I said, and he kissed me up to my elbow. As he kissed me I touched his shoulder.

"That's nice, Laura. You're so soft," he said quietly.

He went back to kissing my lips. It took me a little while to adjust to the pressure, but he kept at it, encouraging me. We switched back to hand kissing, arm kissing, then lips again, and I got pretty good at it.

"That's very nice. You like kissing, eh?"

"Oh yes, I never thought —"

"And now you have."

Peter unbuttoned the cuff of my other sleeve and kissed me up to the elbow, then had me do the same to him. "Extremity kissing," he called it. We exchanged forehead kisses and cheek kisses. When he kissed my neck, I trembled so much that he stopped.

"You okay?"

"Oh yes, yes, that's so nice."

"Good, there's more to come," he said.

He picked at the top button of my blouse. "May I open this button?" he asked.

Since I was breathing a little heavily, I didn't respond right away. He pulled back.

"No, no, it's okay, I'm just catching my breath." He is so gentle and so warm!

After he opened the top button, Peter slid me down on the couch and lay beside me. He traced circles on my chest with his fingertip.

"Laura, do that to me." Opening the top button of his pajamas revealed his hairy chest and freed his gamey odor. I drew circles in his hairy forest.

We substituted kissing for fingertips and went back and forth as we undid the second button, then the third. We were both breathing heavily when Peter sat up. "The couch is too small. I'm going to unfold the bed."

It was a declarative sentence, but I heard him asking permission. "Sure," I heard myself say, perkily.

He popped a trundle bed from beneath the couch. It came up to exactly the same level, which meant we had more room. He pulled the cover from the couch, revealing a fully made-up bed. As we lay down on the trundle I smelled his sheets. And sweat. Bet he hasn't changed them in weeks! They're gamier than him!

With three buttons undone, my bra was exposed. Peter gently stroked the material, looking into my eyes for resistance, which I didn't offer. I caressed his chest, even tickled a nipple. He giggled.

"Is it okay if I take off your blouse?"

"Yes."

"And you'll take off my top?"

"Sure."

"I think we should stand up for this," he said.

He finished unbuttoning my blouse, pulled it out of my pants and tossed it onto the nearby chair. I pulled his top off and tossed it there as well. I noticed a bulge in his bottoms.

And now my secret was exposed. Even my petite bra was too big because my breasts were so small. The toilet paper I used to give myself some semblance of a bust fell to the floor and the bra sagged limply. I started to cry.

Peter sat us down on the bed and we cuddled.

As I stopped sniffling, Peter took my hand.

"Do you want to leave?"

"Nope, I'm here for the day," I said, adamantly. I sat up, reached behind me to unhook the bra, and it dropped into my lap.

Actually, small wasn't quite accurate about my breasts. While most girls have melon-shaped breasts, mine are more like bananas, hanging four inches off my chest. I'd asked my doctor about them and she said that some girls just develop that way. I never saw any girls in gym with droopy breasts like mine, so I was really nervous about what Peter's reaction would be.

"They're lovely," he said.

"But they're teats, not real breasts, and so small!" I wailed.

"They're fine, and I'll bet they can be as sensitive as any part of your body."

With that he lay down on his back and pulled me onto him. That's his erection! I feel it pressing against my belly!

"Sweep your breasts across my chest," he directed. I lifted myself up and watched his expression as I moved. He licked his lips and I felt a tingle in my nipples as they swirled through his forest. He played with my shoulders as I hovered above him.

"Now lie down and let me kiss you." As I rolled onto my side he began kissing and caressing me all over, from my throat to my pants top, especially my breasts. He gently eased me onto my back and I tingled and squirmed as he worked his way down. I ran my fingers through his hair and arched my belly as his mouth reached my navel. When he stuck his tongue in and blew, I squealed.

"Your turn," he whispered. We reversed positions and this time I kissed him from his unshaven neck through the forest to the top of his bottoms. I had to blow twice in his navel before he squealed. His erection has gotten bigger.

I brushed my palm across it — and it bounced! I pulled back and looked at him, expecting a rebuke.

"Ohhh, that was nice," he said, instead. "Do it again."

I reached over and brushed it again, and again it bounced again. "Take hold of it. You've found my cock."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, nothing you can do will hurt me."

I wonder what it looks like. The end has a knob, but it's narrower lower down. It's warm and strong.

"Squeeze it, please," he said.

I couldn't quite get my fist all the way around it, but I got enough and he moaned in what I thought was pleasure.

"Do it again, but at the top," he said.

That was easier, because the top was mushy. He moaned again a couple of times as I squeezed him.

"May I undress you?" he asked.

I nodded yes and we stood up. I covered my teats but Peter gently pulled my hands away.

"I like looking at them. They are so sexy."

He knelt and rolled my socks off, then reached up and undid my belt, pulled down the zipper, popped the button at the top, and drew the loose slacks to the floor.

"Lift this out," he said, touching my left foot. As I did so he lightly kissed the instep. I trembled all over. He kissed up my calf along the inside, to my thigh, then all the way to my panties. I felt his tongue flicking my skin as his mouth moved up.

"Now this one," he tapped my right foot. His tongue tickled the instep and he ran his mouth up to my crotch again. I nearly lost my balance a couple of times and held his hairy shoulder to steady myself.

When he was done he looked up at me with the most beautiful puppy-dog eyes. "May I?" and I nodded. He hooked his fingers on both sides of my panties and gently slid them down to my feet. I trembled again, but it was wonderful. "You are very brave."

"Now, Laura, step out of them and turn to the left."

I hesitated. "It's okay, just turn." I didn't know what he was looking for. Demurely, I clasped my hands in front of me. "Leave your arms at your sides," he said softly.

"God, you have a lovely profile. Your breasts look so good and your ass is just right." He touched its flesh and I shivered. "Now turn again."

"Did you know your hair almost reaches the divide of your ass?" I took great pride in my long, light brown hair, combing and brushing it twice a day. It was soft, lustrous, and did indeed reach that far. I wiggled my ass and Peter laughed.

"Again."

"Your left breast is larger than your right one. I'm going to have to examine this situation more closely."

"Now once more."

There was a catch in his voice as he said "You are very beautiful." He paused, then "and your bush matches your hair." He had a luminous smile on his face, his hands held my hips, and he kissed me on my belly.

After a few second he stood and looked directly into my eyes. "Please take off my bottoms."

When I couldn't push them over his hips, I got flustered. He showed me where the string was and I undid it. I squatted as I slowly drew them down. I lifted his left foot out and kissed his instep, then did the same with his right foot.

From my position I looked up at the mass between his legs. It, like the rest of him, was hairy, not like a bear, but hairy. His cock stood out from this mass at an angle.

When I'd touched his cock though his pants, it felt big. And it IS big!

I stood up. "Turn, please," and he shifted 90 degrees. I don't know what I'm looking for! He's seen lots of girls, this is my first man. There's his cock! It's so long! I hope it fits inside me. I'm getting light-headed. C'mon Laura, don't forget to breath!

"Again." There's hair everywhere, even on his ass.

"Again." His public hair sticks out more from this angle and I'll bet he's never combed it. Oh, his cock bounced again.

"Now face me."

As I rose he took my hand and led me the short way to the bed. "I'm going to show you so much," he said, "it's going to be wonderful for us both. I hope you will trust me."

"I do — uh, I mean I will," I stammered.

He laughed and rolled onto his back. "Take my cock in your hand." When I hesitated he said "It's okay, you did it already, remember, through my bottoms?" I propped myself on my left elbow and grabbed the shaft. "Ummm" he said.

It's so soft! The head is flaming red, almost purple! And his pubic hair is such a mess! God I love this!

"Now open and close your hand. Oh that's nice. Now do that up on the top. Oh that feels good."

"Now slide down and twirl your fingers through my public hair." I did and he moaned softly.

"Now my balls, touch them." I walked my fingers through the pubic hair to his balls and gave them a gentle caress.

He screamed.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry!" My tears flowed. Peter rolled me onto him and held me softly, his face close to mine.

"A guy's external parts are very vulnerable," he whispered. "Please be gentle with mine." He kissed me, again and again, until I stopped crying and relaxed.

As I calmed down, Peter rolled me off. "Keep exploring me," he said. I looked for his cock and gasped.

"It's so small. What did I do? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to —".

"It went down on its own. It will come back, if you'll help it. Use your hand on it, up and over the head."

I can do this. I've pulled taffy, I'll do it that way, all five fingers up the shaft and over the head.

"That's nice, but it's better if you make of a circle with your thumb and forefinger." I tried, but it was too thick.

"I can't get my fingers together."

"That's okay, just close as much as you can. Start below the head, go up over, and come down. Yeah, that's it, that's nice, so nice."

It was magic how his cock grew: longer, then larger, harder and harder. Twice it shuddered as I stroked it. "You made my cock grow," he said. "Now I want you to make me cum."

"The head of my cock is the pleasure center," he tutored. "Go all the way over it, then down a little bit, then back again."

I stroked him very slowly and watched his face carefully because I wanted to see what effect I was having on him. Some clear liquid oozed out of the hole at the tip of his cock.

"Are you cumming?"

"No, that's male lubrication. It's called 'pre-cum' and you should use it to moisten the head. Spread it around, it makes the stroking slippery." Sure enough, slippery made him moan.

"Lick your fingers so there's less friction," he said. As I licked my fingers I tasted salt. After a while the slickness went away.

"You need to keep the head lubricated, otherwise it's like sandpaper. Wet your fingers with your mouth." That worked, but soon it was gone.

"Wet them again, please Laura," be said. This time I slobbed some serious spit on them.

After several minutes of him moaning and telling me how good it felt, and my wetting my fingers regularly, he said, "Can you go a little faster?" I did and a couple of minutes later he asked me to go even faster.

Suddenly he arched his his hips and yelled, "I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming! O god here I cum!"

I kept stroking and was startled as a white stream burst from the opening in his cock. It shot into the air, then plopped down on his belly. His expression had changed from a soft, distracted smile to a look of pain. I whipped my eyes between his face and his erupting cock as I kept stroking as fast as I could. A second geyser blasted, then a third, though much smaller. Part of this eruption landed on my hand as I pumped away.

As the small fourth blast subsided, Peter grabbed my hand. "Stop, Laura, oh please stop, it's too much, it hurts." I stopped stroking but held onto it because I didn't know what else to do.

"You are terrific!" he said, panting. "You made me cum, you're so good."

He rolled me on top of him and we wiggled together, smearing his cum all over our bellies and into our pubic hair. We kissed and kissed. As he regained his wits, he congratulated me again on my success in making him cum.

"Taste it, before it gets cold."

Tentatively I lifted my hand to my mouth. The glob of cum smelled musky and my tongue felt the stickiness. "Take it into your mouth," he urged, and I pulled some in with my tongue. It was salty, like everything else, but it was okay.

"Swallow it, please," he said, and I did. Ann said that she liked it and that Josh really liked it when she took some into her mouth.

I swallowed, smiled at him, and said "yummy." He laughed and kissed me.

"We should clean up." We got up and walked to the bathroom, I saw that his cock had deflated again and he noticed.

"When I get excited, blood flows into my cock and it gets bigger. When I cum, my cock spasms to push the semen out the opening. When I'm done, the blood flows backwards and I got soft and small."

He stood in front of the toilet, took his cock in his right hand — and peed! Right in front of me! "Whenever a guy cums, he should pee soon thereafter, to get any leftover cum out," he said. "If it stays in the tubes, it gets stale and hardens." I had no idea what he was talking about, but he spoke in such an authoritative way.

Then he ran his washcloth in warm water and cleaned me up, taking his time washing my hand, and belly, and bush. He touched my breasts and said "they're lovely, they really are." I felt a warm tingle. Then he cleaned himself.

Back on the bed, we lay facing each other. He held me close, lightly stroking my face and shoulders, and running his hands through my hair. I did the same to him. Soon he released me.

"Touch my balls again, Laura." I walked down his chest and followed the long trail of hair from his navel past his soft cock to his balls. I cupped them in my hands and fondled them, very gently.

After a while he shifted and brought his face and hands to my chest and began to play with my breasts, kissing them one at a time, working the nipples with his tongue and fingers. I quit fondling him and lay back, absorbing his attention — his hands, his lips — and the smell of his body as he worked my nipples into hardness.

"Like it?" he said, softly.

"Love it, gimme more," I said.

I'm wet between my legs. My pussy! My clitoris? This isn't just playing with myself, this is the real thing!

He shifted his attention to my crotch and ran his fingers through my pubic hair. His wet finger stroked the skin at my pussy opening, lingering over the skin hiding my clit,

"Now I'm going to kiss you," he said, and shifted to kneel between my legs. His tongue teased the skin away and I felt it sprouting. He ran his tongue around it and sucked it into his mouth.

Oh god, this is what happens! It feels like, like nothing I know about!

I trembled and moaned. "Oh that is sooo good," I said, dreamily.

He moved his tongue down to my pussy, giving me sensations I'd never gotten from myself. He licked my outer lips, then sucked them into his mouth.

"You're making me feel very good, oh good, oh Peter, that's soooo nice," I encouraged.

"I love doing this for you, and your juices are very sweet," he said, then went back to it. He used his finger, his tongue, his lips. He cupped my ass with his hands and lifted me to his mouth. I helped him by arching my back.

I was completely unprepared for the orgasm. I gasped and flung my head around furiously, pushed my hips up at him and dug my hands into the sheets. I squeezed his head with my thighs and bucked up and down on his face. It just took me over.

Gradually it subsided and I fell back on the bed, stunned. I was sweating. He laid his head on my belly and held me tight, I felt as warm and wanted as I had ever felt in my life.

"Ever had an orgasm before?"

"Oh sure, lots of times," I said brightly and with pride, then "especially last night" Shyly I continued, "I was thinking of you."

"I'm glad. That's what I'm here for. You gave me an orgasm with your hand and I shot my cum all over us. Now I've given you an orgasm."

He shifted down so that he could easily touch my pussy, looked up and locked his eyes on mine, and said "it's time."

"For what?" I said, but his eyes told me what he meant.

"Be gentle."

He started in on my pussy with his tongue again, moving from my opening to my clit, back and forth. I fiddled with his hair, stroked his shoulders, moaning and moaning in pleasure.

He licked his middle finger and slowly put it inside, then out, sliding up to my clit and back to the opening, then in and out again. Then he used two fingers, and finally three.

I squirmed with the pleasure of his fingers. He found the hymen and began working it. A small cloud of discomfort came over the bright sunshine of my pleasure when he touched it, but there wasn't any real pain.

"It's time," he said again.

As he knelt between my legs, he said "Bring your heels up under yours ass." When my knees were pointing up, he spread them and reached for his cock.

He inched forward and I felt the head of his cock nudge into my opening, then slide out, then up and down, from below my opening to my clit. He paused, then ever so slightly pushed in again.

"Okay?"

"Sure, feels great," I said.

He pushed further. "Okay?" he said.

"Yes, feels fine."

He slid back, then forward, further in. Again he pulled back, then in further again. This time I felt some discomfort and asked him to stop.

He pulled almost completely out and stopped, suspending his body over me and kissing me on the lips. I relaxed and we tried again. He was a little further in when I felt a wince of pain and asked him to stop. Again he pulled almost completely out but left the head of his cock just barely inside.

"Okay, let's go again," I said.

This time he was the furthest in that he had ever been when I started to ask him to stop, but before I could speak he pushed all the way in.

It was the surprise more than anything else, because the little pain I felt subsided pretty quickly.

"Wow, that didn't hurt, much. I'm okay, you feel so good," I said in a rush, not wanting him to stop.

"We're there, Laura, I'm inside you," he said softly. "You can relax your legs now." I stretched them out and wiggled my toes.

"I'm going to move in and out. Push you hips up against me as I slide into you," he said. I felt him withdraw, then smoothly return. I pushed up against him.

"Oh yes, that's right. Now again. And again." Each time he pulled back slightly and then pushed further. I felt him deep inside me, a warm tower inside my wet pussy. After maybe ten times we got it right and it was heaven.

"I'm going to last as long as I can, but your pussy is so tight, it's like your hand on my cock, you're going to make me cum soon," he said.

"Cum soon, I want to feel you cum," I said, and I meant it. The sensation was exhilarating. I was starting to feel like I'd felt when he'd given me the orgasm with his mouth.

He increased the pace of his thrusting and I worked to keep up with him. Pretty soon he was crashing his pubic bone into mine, again and again, faster and faster. I matched it as best I could, pushing my hips up against him every time.

"Umpf! Umpf! Yes, do that again! Oh yes, that's it!" he huffed. "Push it in again! Oh yes, that's so good, oh god, it's nice!" I didn't know who was saying this but some of it was coming from my lips.

Suddenly he hissed "Oh Laura! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" He pumped even faster and I felt his cock spasming inside me. Every time he pushed in I arched up against him as hard as I could to spur him on.

He slowed down quickly, then begged, "Stop, stop, oh please stop, Laura it's too much," just like he did when I was masturbating him. He sagged onto me so I couldn't keep pushing back.

"Oh god, you are wonderful," he said dazily.

I was so sweaty, so excited, and so full of him that I couldn't think of anything else. "So good, so good," I panted.

He rolled off me and wrapped his arms around me. We lay there, his cock still inside me, both breathing heavily. I started to cry and he stroked my hair, my face, my back. Gradually I stopped and he said "You were wonderful! You really have the knack."

His cock got soft, then slid out. It was squishy, like after I'd made him cum, but this time it was slick with his cum and my juices. I noticed that there was some pink color as well. I touched it, felt the juices on my hand, and licked them off. He smiled, happily I thought, as he saw me.

"Let's take a shower," he said. As we got up we saw the large red spot on the sheet.

"Is that —?" I said, shyly.

"Yes, that's your virginity."

As I walked to the bathroom I felt a trickle running down my leg. It was cum and my juices. I blushed and cupped my hand over my pussy and hobbled the rest of the way to the bathroom. Peter chuckled and I blushed, furiously.

"You're beautiful like that," he said.

I wrapped a towel around my head, so wet hair wouldn't betray me. We nearly ran out of soap lathering each other. He did my pussy and lavished kisses and soap on my breasts. I did his limp cock and washed his entire body, especially his armpits, which really needed it.

As we were drying each other, Peter asked, "When do you have to leave?"

"I have to meet Ann at 4:30."

"Okay, I'll set my alarm clock for 4. That should give us enough time to clean up."

This time we knew a lot more about each other and we weren't rushed. I learned about "frenching" and got really worked up. I rolled onto my back and opened my legs and arms for him.

He slid in on the second try and I felt only a mild twinge of discomfort. We worked on getting the rhythm right and he concentrated on giving me an orgasm.

Actually, two.

The first one came as I was pushing against his thrust. I must have really arched my hips because I felt like I was flying when I came.

The second one hit just as Peter practically shouted, "I'm gonna cum! Here I cum!"

"Me too! Oh make me cum! You're making me cum!" I yelled right back.

We fell into a sweaty heap, panting like racers, joined until he went soft and slid out. He played with my breasts and stroked my hips.

"God you are so responsive. I never expected —" he said, then broke off.

"Expected what?" I asked, apprehensive that he wasn't pleased with me.

He sighed. "Never expected a virgin to be this good a lover," he finished.

"Why?"

"I've never made love to a virgin, Laura. I've probably never been anyone's second lover. I didn't know what would happen with you. But you took to fucking like you've been doing it for a long time."

I blinked.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"No, no, nothing's wrong. I just, I just, you just, you said 'fucking' and I realized that's the word for what we were doing."

"And?" he asked.

"It takes a little getting used to, since this time yesterday I wasn't sure it was ever going to happen."

"And now?"

I beamed. "I've been fucked. And I've fucked a guy. I know what fucking is all about. And it feels great."

"YOU are great."

"You're a great teacher."

"Better pupil," and he kissed me softly.

I felt a little cum on my thigh as we sat in the kitchen eating. Peter "accidentally" flipped some mayonnaise on my chest as he was making the sandwiches and was forced to lick it off.

"Do you want to try something different now?"

"Like what?"

"This time you get on top, and YOU fuck ME," he said. How can I know what to do? Well, I've done it twice now, I'll learn something new.

We kissed and he slowly moved to my pussy and worked it to total wetness with his mouth, driving me to a blistering orgasm.

I would have gone on like this forever, but he really did want me to mount him. "Sit on my thighs, get my cock right in front of your pussy, take it in your hand, yes, that's it," he coached.

I was breathing hard as I straddled him. Seeing his cock sticking up and knowing what I was going to do with it made me hungry.

"Stroke me, make me rock hard," and I did.

"Lift yourself up and put me inside." I couldn't get quite high enough so we decided I would bend his cock a little toward me. I lowered myself slowly onto him, feeling the warmth of his cock filling me. I wiggled my ass and moved a couple of times to get it completely in.

"You have no idea how erotic it is, having you take me into you this way," he husked as he licked his lips and moaned softly.

Tentatively I rose up so that his cock was about half way out, then dropped down on him.

"OOOFF!" he exploded.

"Oh Peter, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" I started to tear up.

"Gently, please," he puffed, "you just knocked the wind out of me." He smiled sheepishly as I laughed.

I re-balanced and did it again. And again. First slowly but soon faster and faster.

The first orgasm, a small one, came unexpectedly as I was rising. I held myself so just the mushroom was inside me until it subsided, then slid down slowly. When I bottomed out Peter spasmed his cock and began using his thumb on my clit.

I felt a new wave begin as I rose and fell, this time as Peter's hand was playing my left nipple even as his thumb continued rubbing my clit.

The big one hit and I swung myself wildly around the pole of his cock. We thrashed, separate bodies working together. I fell onto him in exhaustion and we lay quietly in each other's arms.

As I revived I realized that he hadn't cum.

"You didn't cum, Peter. How come?" It sounded silly and I wanted to laugh but thought better of it.

"I blush to admit it, Laura, but you've drained me. I was able to get pretty hard but there just wasn't anything left. There are porn stars who can't do that to a man, but you did it to me. You are so good!" and he took me in his arms and kissed me. And we dozed.

The alarm startled us awake, telling me it was thirty minutes before I had to go. I wanted to do it one more time but now Peter couldn't even get hard.

"Will you come tomorrow?" he asked as I dressed.

"Wild horses couldn't stop me! I don't know or when, though. Ann and I will have to figure it out. Can I call you?" He gave me his telephone number.

"Well?" said Ann, when we slid into our booth.

"We're even," I said, triumphantly. "I'm as sore as you were that first time! Peter is so sweet, so gentle, and he just loves to fuck." She looked started, hearing the word.

"First he had me jerk him off! Then he ate my pussy! I got an orgasm! I don't even remember how many orgasms I had after that! Then we fucked! Then we showered! Then we ate, naked! Then we fucked again, with me riding him, but he couldn't cum!"

"And?" She arched her eyebrows.

"And I want go there tomorrow. Can you cover for me again?"

"What are friends for?" she said.

We plotted a later start, so as not to make it obvious that something more interesting than Art Appreciation was on my mind. I called Peter from a phone booth and told him I would probably be there by 11.

I would have blasted out of the apartment at dawn to get to Peter, and by the time Ann called at 10 I was barely controlling my fidgeting.

"Hi Laura. Ready to go see the Rembrandt paintings at the Fuck?"

"What? What?" I stammered, thinking I'd misheard. "Where?"

"Oh, sorry, getting ahead of myself. Ready to go see the Rembrandts at the FRICK?" Her lasciviousness made me giggle. Since mom already knew I had this assignment, she just reminded me that dinner was at six. I shot out the door.

This time my shopping bag had canned tuna, bread, mayonnaise (of course), lettuce, and soda. He opened the door at my first knock and swept me into his arms, kissing me passionately and pulling my pussy against him.

"You're glad to see me, I take it," I said, trying for the blasé.

"Yes I am. I thought about you all night. Did you think about me?"

"I couldn't stop," I said as I shucked my coat and boots. "I couldn't remember all the details in order, but boy I sure remembered your cock cumming in my pussy." Did I just say that? It's pretty smutty. Am I going too far, too fast?

"You want it again?" he said.

"First we eat, then we fuck," I said.

We spread the food on the kitchen table. Peter brushed against me from behind, kissed my neck, and clasped my breasts.

"How long can you stay?"

"I have to be home by six, but I need to meet Ann by 5," I said. "Let's set the clock for 4:30." Since I'd never been to the Frick, Ann was going to buy postcards and take notes. I had to be prepared for AA on Tuesday and sound plausible to mom.

He slid his hands over my ass and massaged the cheeks. I pushed into him and moaned my satisfaction.

"Peter, I'm kinda sore from yesterday. We may have to cool it a little bit."

"There's all sorts of things we can do," he said, "if you're willing to explore. Okay?"

"Okay."

We pulled each other's clothes off. When I was naked I grabbed his now-proud cock and pushed it between my legs. I was really excited now and felt my wetness. My resolve to keep from fucking right away dissolved as he lifted me up, lavishing me with kisses.

"Into bed, now, we have to," be gasped as he carried me there. As he snapped out the trundle I noticed that the bloody sheet was gone.

He laid me down and stood in front of me, his cock rampant and the pre-cum glistening on its top. I used my thumb and forefinger to rub it all over the cockhead and started stroking him.

"No, please, we have to do it, now," he begged, as he dropped onto the bed and pulled me to him.

As we kissed he slid his finger into my pussy and began to stroke in and out, then up to my clit, teasing the skin away from it. I forgot I was sore as I moved to his caressing motions. I slicked my fingers, wetting his cockhead, and started to stroke him. He moaned, then moved between my legs.

"I've got to have you, now," he croaked.

"I want you too," I husked, and reached for his cock to guide it in. He scooted himself hard against me as he entered, pulling some of my hairs with him. I pulled back, just enough to free them, then humped back at him, and we began our dance.

"Wrap you legs around my ass, hook your ankles together, pull me into you," he said, and I got there quickly, I was now free to ride under him as he balanced himself over me and I did as much of the moving as he did. I felt my orgasm coming and really banged my pussy hard against him.

"Oh god Peter, I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER" this voice much like my own said.

"Here it is! Take it all!" he blurted, and I felt his cock spasm in me. He thrust three or four more times, then fell on me, nearly pushing the air out of my lungs as he landed on my chest and belly. I squeezed my legs against him and pulled him to me as tight as I could.

Suddenly I erupted. The orgasm swept across me. I humped him hard even has he begged "Please, Laura, please, no more, my cock is too sensitive, it hurts so much, please stop" I couldn't. It wasn't hurting me! He tried to pull out but I kept him in my pussy until I subsided.

"That was awful! You are mean! Do you know how much that hurt?"

"You? How did it hurt you?" I was afraid he was angry.

"The head of my cock is very sensitive. It's what triggers my cumming. As it moves in and out of you, it gets to the point where it spasms, and I cum. After I cum it's every more sensitive. It's exquisite agony."

"Don't you like that?"

"There's only so much a boy can take. That's why I made you stop when you were masturbating me, remember?" I did. Still, I was having a wonderful time cumming myself. I'd have to figure out how we could both cum without his being in agony.

"Are you still feeling sore?"

"Hey, I forgot all about that! Nope, it's all gone. Strange isn't it?"

"Lust, pure lust," he said. "I'm feeling really good, thanks to you and your chicken soup. I'm going back to work tomorrow. But today, it's all about us."

We went to the bathroom and we both peed. He cleaned us off with the warm washrag. We walked hand in hand back to bed and he swabbed the sheets.

"Laura, I gave you an orgasm with my mouth yesterday. Would you like to do the same for me?"

"You mean suck your cock? Give you a blowjob?"

"That's kinda crude, but yes."

Ann said she wanted to do this with Josh but all he wanted to do was fuck. She also wasn't sure she wanted to let him cum in her mouth. I'd heard that boys really liked girls to do it.

"I'd like to learn how, but I hear it's sorta gross."

"You tasted my cum yesterday. Was that so gross?"

"I liked the salty taste, it was okay, I guess. But that wasn't the whole thing, you had a lot of cum and I don't know how to handle it."

"Let me show you. You can pull away when I cum, or you can spit it out if you want to. Your choice."

If I did it, I'd be one up on Ann.

"Okay, let's go," I said.

Peter began to work my pussy with his mouth. Soon I was flying as his tongue freed my clit and he sucked it into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

"Oh god, I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING! It's so good! OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!" I screamed as the orgasm swept through me. I had his head clamped between my thighs and wasn't going to let him go.

Peter's grin was all I could see as I opened my eyes and recovered my wits. "God, you're wild, Laura! I thought I'd suffocate." I blushed, but I had REALLY liked the orgasm.

"I'm going to lay on my back now, Laura," he said. "Remember yesterday when you made me cum the first time, with your hand?" Was it only yesterday? Seems like forever ago. "Well, now you can do it with your mouth."

I knelt beside him and took his cock in my left hand. I knew he wouldn't cum right away, so I was comfortable kissing the fearsome purple head. I lowered my mouth onto it and then pulled off.

"Oh, that's nice, Laura, that's so nice. Be sure you keep your teeth away from it. Boys have a terrible fear that girls will bite their cocks off."

"Well, I will if you want me to," I teased.

"Oh no, no, I said I was afraid —"

"I know, I heard you," I smirked, and patted him on his belly. Then I went back to his cock. He asked me to pump my mouth up and down on it, take as much of it into my mouth as I could. I held it in position and probably got two-thirds of it in my mouth before the head hit my throat. I gagged and pulled off.

"You did real well," Peter said. "It's practice, take it slowly, use your lips and your tongue. Get it really wet, like your pussy. I'll tell you when I'm getting close."

As I went back onto his cock, I adjusted myself so that I was kneeling and my ass was beside his face. It wasn't especially comfortable and I told him so.

"Sometimes it's easier for you if I stand and you sit," he said.

That worked better and had the added advantage that I had his balls to play with as I sucked him. The angle wasn't quite right but we put a couple of pillows under me and I was in perfect position.

As I bobbed up and down, Peter had me pump with my hand, so everything was wet with my saliva — so wet that I had to swallow some. There was a little bit of salt which I ascribed to his pre-cum. As I fondled his balls and bobbed, Peter began to hump into my mouth ("I'm mouth-fucking you," he said). I felt his balls rising and so did he.

"I'm getting close. You feel my balls contracting?"

"Yeah, you getting ready to cum?"

"Yes, keep going, I'll tell you, it'll be pretty soon." After another dozen pumps by my mouth, he said "I'm ready, it's —" and the cumming began.

I decided I'd take it in my mouth, because I wanted to please him and I wanted to see what happened.

His first shot came as I was pulling off, so it was in the front of my mouth, on my tongue. I tried to pull it back when the second shot came. Some of it went into my cheeks and a little bit went under my tongue but most of it was right there. I swallowed hard and fast and extended my tongue, in time for the third, smaller, shot to arrive. It was easy to take that back and gulp it down. A final shot wasn't much and was easy to handle.

Peter sagged onto my shoulder as he finished. As I'd bobbed up and down I'd locked eyes with him. His expression changed from pleasure to bliss to agony as he came. It's true, it really must hurt him to keep on going after he's cum.

I rolled him onto the bed and slid over beside him. As he opened his eyes and focused, he smiled sweetly. "That was fantastic! You did it so well. Kiss me." And he took me in his arms. We kissed and his tongue entered my mouth.

"You taste of me," he said.

"I'll bet," I said, curious about why that mattered.

"Lots of guys don't like to kiss after a blowjob," he explained. "I think it's wonderful to do it."

By now it was almost one, time for our naked lunch. Peter mixed the mayonnaise with the tunafish, spread some more on the bread, and added the lettuce. The sandwiches were delicious.

As we were clearing the table, Peter took a handful of mayonnaise and buttered my pussy with it! I squealed as he then pushed me against the sink and proceeded to lick me clean. I came twice, the second time so hard I thought I would reshape his head with my squeezing thighs.

"Let's shower, Peter. Even though you did a marvelous job cleaning me off, I feel sticky."

I wrapped my hair in a towel and we soaped each other all over, then rinsed off and looked at each other hungrily, wanting more. As I reached for the shower curtain, Peter took my hand and pushed me against the wall, hoisting me up a bit. I became wet so fast it scared me! I slid right down on his cock and pulled him to me with my legs. We stroked each other slowly and even more slowly slid into the tub, so that I was sitting in his lap.

He played with my breasts as I moved up and down. He got me first as I danced on his cock. After I came he began to hump against me and I worked hard to get him to come. He hadn't cum by the time he stood us up against the wall, but it didn't take long after that.

We collapsed into the tub.

"God, Peter, that was so good! How much more can you take?"

"Who knows? I ran out of gas yesterday, remember? I've been pretty energetic so far, but I'm not sure I can keep up with you. How are you doing?"

"I thought I was sore when I got here, but it's all gone. C'mon, let's wash up again." Which we did, then went back to bed.

We fell asleep in a spoon position, him behind me with his soft cock between my legs. I woke up about twenty minutes before the alarm and gently moved the sheet from over us, turning over so I could see him.

His cock lay soft in his leg. As I'd moved away he had shifted to his back and was now lying in about the center of the bed. I reached for his cock and softly caressed it, not trying to get him hard but just loving the sensation of it on my fingertips. His pubic hair was its usual black tangle and I inspected the trail of hair that I loved, from the root of his cock to his navel. I counted the number of times we'd fucked in the last thirty-six hours and realized that, in one more, my weekend with him was going to end.

My lust took over. I dipped my head down to his cock, encouraging its revival. I wasn't coy about it and soon had it stirring. Peter woke and I felt his hands in my hair and heard him say "one more time?"

"At least," I said.

"Okay, we're going to do it doggy style. You get on all fours and I'll be behind you."

In our lovemaking so far I'd been able to watch Peter's face as he built to an orgasm. Now I'd be looking at the paint on the wall. I felt his cock probing around my pussy, trying to find the opening, so I reached back and guided it into position and he slid inside me.

"Oh Peter, it feels so full. How can it feel so much bigger this way when I know it's not?"

"I don't know, but I really like being behind you and banging into your asscheeks. And I love the sound of your ass slapping against my belly! Let me see if I can adjust myself." He reached around my ass with a wet finger and brought out my clit, which he massaged into action. Between his slow pumping and his playing with my clit, I got really excited.

The orgasm hit me as he stroked into me. I shoved back hard on him and knocked him completely off the bed.

"Get it back in! NOW!" I shrieked, and he scrambled to comply. The orgasm had been interrupted, but I was still excited, and Peter stroked aggressively so that I was soon back into it. I forgot all about him, just enjoying the sensation of his cock.

"I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" I barked as I pushed back against him, over and over. I was exhausted but he wrapped his arm around me to hold me up. Finally we sagged onto the bed.

"You are such a good lover," he said.

"Got a good teacher," I smiled, "but the teacher didn't cum."

"I'm not sure I've got it in me," he said. "You are so vigorous that I've hit my limit." He sounded embarrassed. "I'm pooped. Let's just cuddle."

"We can't fall asleep, Peter, I can't be late." But I drifted anyway.

I jumped when the alarm went off. Peter watched with lascivious eyes as I put on every piece of clothing. As I finished buttoning my blouse, the realization that I wouldn't be coming here tomorrow loomed before me.

"When can we be together again, Peter?"

"I don't know. These last two days have been wonderful. But the campaign is going to go full-blast for the next 10 weeks till the primary. We have to do it weekends for you, right? Let's see what develops."

"Ann and I can figure out something, I'm sure," I said.

I kissed Peter passionately and gave his cock a final squeeze as I left.

"I'm really jealous," said Ann after I gave her a quick rundown of my day. "You've fucked Peter more than I've done Josh. You've got a guy who likes to eat pussy and has taught you how to give a good blowjob. And he's got his own place! Are you going to keep seeing him?"

"I really want to, but I don't know how. We talked about it but he's going to be very involved in the campaign until in June. But maybe on weekends."

I didn't make a fool of myself in Art Appreciation. After school Ann and I went to the Planned Parenthood clinic. The doctor asked me some questions, made some notes, then asked what kind of birth control I wanted.

"The Pill," I said adamantly.

"Are you sure? There are hormones and chemicals in them that you might react badly to. There is the IUD or condoms or diaphragms and spermicides."

Ann and I had talked about all the options, but I wanted what was convenient, certain, and something my mother was unlikely to find. "Nope, I want the Pill." He told me how the pill worked and gave me a six-month prescription. We went to the nearest drug store and filled it. I decided to keep one month in my purse and the rest in my locker.

Tuesday, when we got to headquarters, I headed straight for Peter's office. He was engrossed in charts and fielding telephone calls, just as busy as he had been before he got sick. I broke his concentration by knocking on the door. He looked up, annoyed. A beautiful smile replaced the grumpy look when he realized who had knocked.

"C'mon in," he said, "I'm glad to see you." As I began to close the door he reached out and stopped me.

"Uh-uh," he said, laughing. "We don't want anyone to get ideas. We'll find the time. In fact," he confided, "I'm going to have a party on Saturday night. I'm inviting about a dozen people from the campaign, including you and Ann and Josh. Do you think you could come?"

"My period started today," I whispered, conspiratorially. "It'll still be going by then."

"That's irrelevant. I'm having a party, you're invited as part of a group. We'll have a good time, have a lot of laughs. It'll be fun to see you in my apartment with your clothes on."

Ann was enthusiastic. "I'd really like to see where you've been doing all this fucking," she leered. We decided that she would get permission to go out on a real date with Josh and I'd tell my parents that I was going with Ann and her date.

Her parents liked the idea, but wanted to know who Peter was. My father went so far as to call the campaign manager to ask about him and if this party would be okay. Satisfied, he said "Okay, but you have to do your homework before you go." I was to be home by 11.

Peter was a genial host. There were ten of us crammed into his apartment, sitting on the day bed, the floor, or on the kitchen chairs arrayed around the single room. His idea of food was wine (for the over-18 crowd, which numbered five, including himself) and three different kinds of soft drinks for the rest of us. He laid out chips and dip, baby asparagus rolled in prosciutto, folded meats and cheeses, and Swedish meatballs.

The political director quickly took over and had everybody roaring about his stories. He seemed to know everything that was going on in New York politics: who was sleeping with whom, what were the deceits of the week, what issues were going to come up, on and on. His jokes and wisecracks were so entertaining that I almost forgot that a week ago I'd been on my back, on this bed, fucking Peter.

When there was a break, Peter put some folk music on his stereo and we sang along with them, a lot of labor songs and some Woody Guthrie.

All too soon it was 10:30, time for us to leave. I gave Peter a hug and Ann kissed him on the lips and made a big deal about his apartment, thanking him for inviting her and Josh. Josh shook hands all around.

In the cab, after we dropped Josh at his building, Ann gushed about Peter's apartment. "You're right, it's a great love nest! It was a wonderful party! He really is nice!" My parents were waiting up for me to come back from my first date, my first party with boys present, and my first party with adults of my own choosing.

"Laura, I've got to talk to you. Seriously." It was Monday, at lunch.

"Sure, Ann, what's on your mind? Besides sex, I mean." That was unfair, because at least temporarily I was ahead of her in the fucking department.

"Josh and I can't find any time to be together," she said. "We really had a good time at Peter's party. He has a nice place." She plunged ahead. "We want to spend time together, but it's impossible! We need like a place to go."

I was stumped. Then the light dawned.

"You want me to —"

"Would you? Please? Would you ask Peter to let us use his apartment?"

I was surprised when Peter took it in stride. "Ann and Josh need the opportunity, that's for sure. They've been behaving really riskily. Starting next week we're opening neighborhood campaign offices all over the city, more than 20, and I'm going to be working out of the Brooklyn headquarters. I have to be there every day but can have two half-days off, probably Saturday morning and once during the week. You and I can be together on Saturday and they can have it on Sunday. Would that be okay?"

"Oh yes! I really want Ann and Josh to have time. And I get Saturday mornings with you! I can't wait!"

He made duplicate building and apartment keys for Ann, bought three new sets of sheets and pillowcases, and vacuumed the whole place. We decided that I would come to his apartment as early as I could on Saturday. We'd be together until noon.

I was there by 8. After furiously masturbating every night since our marathon, I was ready to take him on. When he opened the door I pushed in and grabbed his cock through his bathrobe.

"Missed me, eh?" he said.

"You have no idea! I'm protected, I'm horny, and I've only got four hours! Let's fuck!"

He took my coat as I shucked my boots. He squatted to pull my pants down and I practically ripped off my shirt. "Oh my," he said as my pants dropped and he discovered my pantyless pussy.

"Yeah, I don't want to waste time," I said, huskily. As I finished getting rid of my shirt and bra, he began tonguing my slit, dipped his finger in and out and played with my clit.

I pushed him away. "Fuck me, Peter, fuck me right now! I can't wait! I want to feel you inside me! Now, please!"

"Nope, I'm gonna make you cum till you're a puddle of protoplasm, THEN I'll fuck your brains out." We made it to the bed as I tried to smack him, but it was useless. He pushed me down with my legs dangling over the edge and buried his face between my legs. I surrendered.

I was closing in on a major orgasm when he reached under me and brushed my asshole...

"What —" I started to say, but lost my train of though as the explosion rocked me. He kept on going with his tongue and then, suddenly, he pushed his finger slightly into my asshole.

That's dirty, he shouldn't — but the next orgasm swept the thought away as I writhed in pleasure.

As I released his head, Peter brought his face up to mine and kissed me volcanically. I tasted my sweet self on him and licked the juice from his beard.

"NOW you're going to get a fucking," he said, as he pushed me fully onto the bed and spread my legs. I grabbed his shoulders and, once he was in, hooked my ankles behind his ass.

"Oh god, how I've missed this! Fuck me, Peter, fuck me hard!" I was humping against his strokes with all the energy I had accumulated and he was right with me. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as I thrashed beneath him.

"More! More! O god Peter, FUCK ME, PUSH IT DEEP! GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!"

"I'm gonna cum, Laura, here it is —" and he shot into me. His announcement got me to the edge and suddenly blinding light filled my eyes. I pushed my pussy hard against his pounding, again and again, until he begged me to stop, and we collapsed.

As he rolled to the side, still hard inside me, I kissed his sweaty face and stroked his matted hair. We slowly regained our composure and I felt his cock softening. I'd been practicing controlling my pussy muscles and tried to hold him, but he oozed out.

"That was soooo good! You, you're, oh god, Peter, that was incredible," I babbled as the haze lifted.

"It's been two weeks," he said. "You've come a long way. You are a terrific lover! I've gotten my stamina back and I've got you in my bed. God I wish we could stay here all day. And all night."

We cleaned up the bed and moved to the kitchen, where he made an omelet and poured out milk in two tumblers. We ate, nude, as we liked. I felt the cum trickling down my leg and he licked the milk moustache off my upper lip.

He washed the dishes as I pressed into his back and reached around for his cock Almost shyly, he led me back to the bed.

This time we started slowly, tenderly touching each other everywhere. He nibbled my breasts, fingered my clit, kissed my neck, and tongued my ears. I squealed and writhed in pleasure at every new advance. Peter rolled onto his back and flipped me up on top of him.

"We didn't get to do this right last time," he said. "Ride me, cowgirl."

I took him into my mouth. Pumping up and down to get him really hard and wet, I got him moaning in no time. "I want to be in you," he said. "Up in the saddle."

I straddled his waist and pulled his cock toward me, positioned my pussy, and got just the tip inside. I slid down his shaft until he was fully inside. Slowly we moved together, up and down, as we gathered speed.

"Let me get you first," he asked, his eyes glistening.

"Okay, but you've got to cum," I said.

"Oh I will, we're just going to do it very slowly."

As I rose up again he brought one hand under my ass to steady me and used the moistened thumb of the other to stroke my clit.

"Go slow, Laura, up and down, so slow, so slow, let me play with you."

The dual sensations of his cock rippling my pussy and his thumb stimulating my clit began to get to me. The orgasm began and I started swinging my hips around.

"Oh yes you're doing it, do it, do it, FUCK ME, MAKE ME CUM," I wailed as I pumped up and down. I came but I didn't stop thrashing, just kept going, and a second orgasm, even bigger than the first, hit me like a speeding train.

"You didn't cum," I accused as I recoverd, still feeling him hard in me.

"Nope. I got more for you," and he rolled me onto my back, pulled out, and went down on me again.

I'd never had so many orgasms so quickly. Now Peter put his tongue to work. It was magical, his fingers touched me just outside my pussy opening and I came, hard and loud. "IT'S SO GOOD! GOD YOU ARE SO GOOD! MAKE ME CUM!I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! OH GOD I'M CUMMING!" I yelled as I humped against his face, cumming once more.

I was drained, beyond panting. I just lay in my sweat, gauzily seeing his face as he grinned.

"Now you're going to get fucked," I heard him say.

"No more, please. I'm done for the day —" but he didn't stop. He flipped me onto my belly, then grabbed my around the waist and hoisted my ass up in the air. Holding me firmly, he slid his cock into my pussy and began pumping. Somehow I found the strength to hold myself up so he could clutch my hips and finger my clip as he pounded his cock into me.

I shrieked as I came yet again. "ARRRGH! OH GOD, SO FUCKING GOOD! I'M GONNA CUM, POUR IT INTO ME, FUCK ME MORE, OHHHHHH!" I tried to collapse onto the bed.

He wouldn't let me go, instead yanked me back as he blasted into me. "NOW IT'S MY TURN! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! SQUEEZE ME LAURA, PULL IT OUT OF MY COCK! FUCK ME! OH PLEASE FUCK ME!"

We were out by 12:30. He gave me his new office telephone number, then dropped me at the Upper East Side campaign office and waved good-bye as the taxi took him to Brooklyn. I squished as I walked, and it felt good.

Sunday night Ann and I talked in her bedroom during our study session.

"Josh couldn't get away until after lunch. I was so mad! But when he got there I can't tell you how great it was! At first we felt shy with each other in Peter's place, but that didn't last long! I was so ready to fuck him and he couldn't wait either! All I could think of was how much I wanted his cock.

"We did it missionary, doggie, and with me on top. When I told him I wanted to give him a blowjob, he absolutely lit up! I'm so glad you told me how it works, because when he came I wasn't ready and nearly let his cock get out of my mouth. I just stayed connected but the cum oozed out when I couldn't swallow and suck at the same time. I'm gonna have to practice swallowing while breathing through my nose!

"I tried to get him to eat me but he wouldn't, he said it was gross and he didn't want to suck his own cum. Even after we showered he wouldn't do it."

Ann drifted into silence, then said "How did Saturday go?"

"Peter's got his stamina back, but we didn't have as much time as you two did. He teased me so bad, made me wait to fuck, even though I wanted it right away. He insisted on eating me first. I got three orgasms and then we fucked. He's a machine! We did it three times! He wants me to stay overnight but I don't see how."

"Me neither. I can't get enough of Josh and I'm gonna rub myself raw waiting for next Sunday."

On Saturday I was again at Peter's apartment by 8. We skipped any pretense of eating and grabbed each other right away. I didn't wear my bra but had stuffed it and my panties inside my coat, so after I got my shoes and socks off there was only my shirt and jeans between us.

Again he insisted on eating me first and I got a huge orgasm, then a second one. We rolled over and I mounted his cock and rode it, wanting desperately to make him cum. He held out for a long time and I orgasmed twice more, then concentrated on him. It must have taken ten minutes but I got him.

After he came I slid off and took his softening cock in my mouth, inhaling all the cum and juices. He squealed in pleasure-pain as I worked his super-sensitive organ. When it got too much for him, he pulled me to his face and kissed me as hard as he had ever kissed me.

As we lay together, we talked about what we did in our week apart. I told him about Ann's problems with sucking Josh and how he didn't like eating pussy after they'd fucked.

"Guys aren't always cool about that. I'm the same way, to tell you the truth. I like to eat pussy before I come in you, not after. So she might want to get him to do her that way. Cunnilingus is a real skill —"

"What?"

"Cunnilingus? It's a ten-dollar word for easting pussy."

"Oh," I said.

"— and they both have to learn it. She'll have to be patient and really communicate with him. Raw animal fucking isn't so hard, as you may have noticed —" he leered at me — "it comes pretty much naturally. But lovemaking, that's something you learn over time."

Soon we ready to go again and he rolled me onto my belly, then knelt behind me and pulled my hips up so I was kneeling and holding myself up with my arms. This was not a position I liked, because I couldn't see his face, but it had its advantages because he could play with my clit and breasts while he fucked me. And he did feel HUGE when he was in me.

I reached underneath me, found his hardness, and took him inside. "Oh that feels so good, so good," I crooned.

As he started to stroke, I felt his finger rim my asshole, then stop. He did it again, then again, as he stroked in and out.

"That's, uh, I don't know, I'm not sure I like you doing that," I said.

"Give it a chance, Laura, let me play with you, okay?"

"I don't like this. Please stop."

"Okay, we'll save it for another time."

He resumed plunging his cock in my pussy. The feeling of fullness was terrific and we soon were moving hard against each other. He sat back on his heels and pulled me onto his lap, spinning me around to face him. He kissed my breasts and flicked my clit. I looked down and watched his cock moving in and out of me, enjoying the sight and the feeling.

His tongue was in my ear when I came. I started to pull off his cock but he held me on it, so I swirled my hips and pushed back on him. I started to slow down in exhaustion when suddenly he whispered hoarsely "I'm cumming, deep in you, oh god I'm cumming" and he pushed hard against me.

We showered and decided to have lunch instead of fucking again. As we dried each other off, lust overcame logic and he pushed me against the sink and shoved into me from behind. I watched his face in the mirror as he pounded me, leaving my hips loose to do as I wanted. The towel around my hair slipped off and my hair fell all over my face, so I had a gauzy view of his contorted face as he came.

"I can't get enough of you, Laura! God, we've got to spend more time together!" He pulled out and I turned and sucked the cum and juices off hic cock.

We parted with gentle kisses in front of his apartment building and he headed to Brooklyn.

Peter called me at my volunteer campaign office on Wednesday.

"Laura, I can't make it on Saturday. In fact, it looks like we won't be able to meet on Saturday for the duration of the campaign. I'm going to be working seven days a week until June."

"Oh Peter, no! That's not fair! I want to see you, I want to be with you!"

"And I want to see you. How about we go out on a date? We can double-date with Ann and Josh on Friday night." I'd been so obviously happy when I came home from Peter's party that my parents let me go out with Ann and Josh and him.

We went to a movie in the Village and Peter treated us to a meal at a nice restaurant. We sat in a four-person booth — Peter, me, Ann, and Josh in a semi-circle. I'd given Peter a handjob in the movie and from the sounds of it Ann did the same to Josh. Now Peter had his hand down my jeans, but it was awkward and I was afraid I'd make inappropriate noise or otherwise draw attention to us. Outside, we kissed and went our separate ways home.

At breakfast on Saturday I was pretty down.

"This isn't fun any more," I said. "God, I love fucking, but if all I'm doing is gtiving handjobs in grubby movie theaters, what fun is that?"

Ann fixed me with an almost hurtful look. "You are so selfish! Think about him. You've had great sex with each other. Settling for a handjob must be tough on him too. Maybe..."

"What?" I didn't like where this was going.

"Maybe — maybe you ought to..." she hesitated, "maybe you ought to see somebody else."

"Well that's a switch! One minute you're telling me I'm selfish for wanting him, the next you want me to drop him? Think about me. I'm not getting fucked and I want it so bad. I haven't fucked in two weeks! I know what the Congressman looks like more than I remember Peter!" I went on like this until I was exhausted.

Ann broke the silence. "I'm going to break up with Josh."

BOOM. "Oh no! Why?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, I've found someone else. Josh is boring, all he wants to do is fuck. I want to do other things — in addition to fucking, of course."

"So who's the lucky guy?" I said, perking up a little bit.

"David. He's one of the volunteers, from Columbia. A freshman. You met him in the office the other day when we were going out leafleting. We hit it off pretty good and he asked me out for coffee just before I had to go home. We've talked on the phone a couple of times.

"Dad and Maggie are going up to the summer house next Friday night, to get it ready for the summer. They won't be back till Sunday afternoon. David and I will go to the movies, or something. I'm going to seduce him, spend the whole weekend with him."

"Have you told Josh yet?"

"I will this afternoon. We're going leafleting at the movie theaters on Lexington. When we're done I'll tell him. It'll be in public so he can't make a scene."

"Does David have any friends I might like?"