Chapter 5

MORE SARAH

Travis tried his best but he could not convince Kim to go on a date, even after her fourteenth birthday. Truthfully, I think she was a bit scared of his reputation, because by then, it was pretty common knowledge that he had high expectations of the girls he dated. After the sap run had concluded, he just didn't have that many opportunities to be with her casually, and she obviously was not seeking him out. That doesn't mean that he went without companionship. Far from it, really. He still had girls call him for dates - just not Kim.

During Spring Break, we vacationed at a beautiful resort in the Caribbean. It was unreal. What a gorgeous place. If you wanted quiet, you could go to the beach and hear nothing but the waves as they came in. If you wanted activities, they had pools and games and water sports. At night there was a band every night at one location and a dj at another. It was a super vacation. Right in the middle of it, Mom and Hank decided to get married which really didn't surprise me. I just hope that when I get ready for marriage, I can find someone who cares as much about me as Hank does about Mom. He is so different than Dad ever was.

There were several good looking guys that were staying at the resort as well, not together, but with their own families. I had already decided that if I met some guy that I liked, that I would consider doing something sexual with him, since I could experience someone new and that I did not have to worry about him blabbing to all of our classmates. I wasn't sure yet just how far I would go with this person, but I had made up my mind to do something anyway. As it turned out, on our second night, I was dancing at the club with the dj with a very good looking guy from New Hampshire named Steve. He was tall, had dark hair, and a wonderful smile and could he ever dance. I think we danced non stop for about an hour and then walked outside to cool off. He said that he was sixteen and attended some prep school for boys. They had social meets with a girl's school once a month, but he had not met any girls yet that captured his attention. I told him that I wasn't even allowed to date yet, which surprised him, because he didn't realize that I was only fourteen. We talked for quite a while and then walked along the beach. Somewhere, he found some beach towels and we spread them out in a little cove area that was sheltered from the resort view. Steve was hesitant at first, almost timid in touching my breasts, but when I didn't move his hand or stop him, he continued, finally unbuttoning my blouse and then sliding his hand under my bra. When I allowed that to continue, he wasted no time in reaching behind me to remove it. It was exciting to feel his lips on my nipples; I could not help but wonder how many girls he had been with. I wondered if each new activity was a first for him because he stayed so long in one spot before he dared to go on. I was wet before he ever moved his hands to the clasp of my shorts, but he didn't know that. When I lifted my bottom up to allow him to slide them off my hips, I heard him moan softly. He ran his hand down from my breast to curl around my bush, touching it very lightly, and then caressing the inside of my thighs before he ventured upward to actually touch me there. Very gently he pressed the palm of his hand and his fingers against my labia, and I moved up against him to show him that it was okay. I took his hand in mine and steered his finger to my clit. From that point on, he got the idea and I got excited. I reached for his, and slid my hand inside his shorts. He was hard and ready and I started to unzip his shorts but he just stopped and pushed them down to his ankles. He rolled onto me and I guided his penis into me.

I felt so bold! It was very exciting, having sex with someone new, feeling so grown up all of a sudden. He pushed into me and I could immediately tell that he was not as large as Travis, large enough, for sure, but just different. But the feeling was just as nice, believe me. That feeling of him inside me, moving slowly at first and then faster and harder is a wonderful feeling. He was excited and I felt the warmth of his semen shooting in me more quickly than I would have liked, but it felt good none the less. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him tightly to me and held him in place until I was ale to squeeze a few smaller contractions. He was fumbling for words. He didn't know what to say. It seemed to me that he was surprised that we had done it--maybe he was. I felt him softening and then he pulled out and rolled off of me, lying quietly by my side. I opened my eyes and looked at his.

"Am I the first girl you have done that with?"

"Yes."

"Was it what you expected it would be?"

""Sarah, it was so much better than I ever dreamed it could be. You are wonderful, so beautiful and soft and exciting."

I kissed him and reached down to his crotch to play with him a little. It didn't take long before he was hard again, and he rolled into my thighs again. This time he was much more confident and his thrusts into me more certain. He was pushing hard, his penis impacting my clit and I was quickly to the point of my first climax with him. I felt my muscles contract and clamp around him in mid thrust, trapping him and holding him motionless until they relaxed again and I exhaled loudly. That inspired him and he continued driving hard. I rolled my hips slightly, and the change in angle allowed him to rub against me in both directions. More contractions. After a few minutes of this, he could no longer refrain and his second blast of cum flooded into me.

The next day, Steve sought me out, trying to be by my side the entire day. I finally had to tell him that he was crowding me and if he ever thought about seeing me again some evening, he should give me space during the day. That worked for about an hour but he returned to sit next to me watching a volleyball game on the beach, then went with me to lay by the pool. Finally I became upset and told him that if he insisted on accompanying me everywhere, I would complain to the resort. I also told him that whatever dreams he had for the rest of the week should not include me. Once those threats didn't work, I did what every girl with an older brother does--I called on Travis for help. Perhaps it was the tone of my voice that signaled trouble, I don't know, but Travis was beside me in a flash. I don't know where he had been, but before I could turn around, he was beside me asking if the guy was bothering me.

"Don't hurt him, Travis. Just make him go away, please. He won't leave me alone."

Travis looked at Steve. They were about the same height, but standing next to each other, there could be no doubt as to who was in the better physical condition.

"Did you want to enjoy the rest of your vacation here, buddy or do you want to keep pestering my sister?"

"Fuck you! I can talk to whomever I want."

Travis hit him with a full swing, in the nose and mouth. Steve fell backward, grabbed his face and realized that he hand blood pouring from his nose. Quickly he backed away as Travis remained ready to continue.

"I told ya, pal, but you knew better. Enjoy your Spring Break, and leave my sister alone."

Steve moved away quickly, holding his hand to his nose and walking quickly in the direction of his room.

"I won't even ask where you found that guy," Travis tossed out as a little poke at me. "Maybe I'll just sit here with you for a while and take in some sun."

About twenty minutes passed and we were visited by one of the security guards at the resort. "Some guy is claiming that you punched him in the face. Claims he has a bunch of broken teeth and a broken nose. What's your side of this?"

"Are you talking about a tall skinny guy with dark hair?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"He was pestering my little sister here, and I told him to move along, but he got a smart mouth, so I started to get up to chase him and he turned and ran right into that palm tree there. Is he claiming that I hit him?"

"He says that you punched him for no reason."

"Do I look like the kind of guy that just goes around punching people for no reason? And besides, if I had punched him, do you think he would still be walking around?"

The guard thought about that for a while. Apparently he decided that he would never get to the bottom of the issue, but didn't hear or see any indication of a continuing problem, so he just thanked us and walked away. In the restaurant that evening, Steve was sitting with his parents at a table in the corner of the dining room. He had tape across his nose and what appeared to be the beginnings of two blackened and swollen eyes. I let Travis have my bottom that night, just as a little thank you for coming to my rescue.

The rest of the school yet flew by after Spring Break. All of a sudden it was June again and this year, we had the summer free. Mom and Hank decided that as a family, we needed to make up for the vacations that we didn't have when we lived in Cleveland. They heard no complaints from either Travis or me, especially when we learned what they had planned. We would fly to Spain, tour several cities there and then board a cruise ship and sail around the Mediterranean Sea for two weeks. stopping at various ports. It all sounded very exciting, and we were all for it. The last stop was in London and we stayed there for several more days, touring all over. Hank suggested that we had probably done enough for this trip but promised to continue the travel adventure later. The entire trip, Travis and I shared a cabin or room, and I don't think a day or night went by that we did not have sex in some form or another. I always thought about our relationship as one of a loving brother and sister but having sex with him as often as I did just made me feel even closer to him. I don't know what "being in love" feels like, but what I feel for Travis is a lot different than it was last summer. One day, we were sitting in our room and Travis was looking at a photograph of me that he had come up with somewhere. It was from our "going away" party that our friends had for us before we left Cleveland.

"I can't believe how much you have changed in the past year, Sarah." He held out the picture for me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, look. You're boobs are much bigger, you have nicely rounded hips and your butt is dynamite."

I had to admit that my body had changed, pretty dramatically in some ways. I had grown out of my 32A bra by the fall and was now filling a 34B pretty nicely. My hips had rounded; Travis was that observant, but I didn't and still don't know what a "dynamite butt" is. What he didn't mention, but I knew he enjoyed was that my bush had continued to fill in as my hips expanded, so that I still had a solid triangle of medium brown pubic hair for him to play in. And I had learned to relax the muscles in my bottom so that it didn't hurt so much when we did it that way. So when he finished admiring how my body had developed to his pleasure, I pushed my shorts down and walked over to him, pushed my bush into his face and teased him about not mentioning that change, too. I knew what would happen then, and it did, to our mutual enjoyment.

As soon as we got back home, it was time for football practice to begin for Travis. It would be his last year, and he wanted the team to do well so he devoted himself to not only getting into great physical shape but also helping his teammates too. At the same time, I tried out for the Cheerleading squad and, to my surprise, made the final cut. I was very happy because I felt it was another step in getting to know my classmates and making new friends. Those activities kept us both busy for the entire mid summer, and plenty sore, too. I never realized just how athletic that cheerleaders are. Big surprise. I was in the hot tub every night after practice, and eventually invited the other girls to the house so that they could enjoy the soothing benefits of the warm water. Of course, having eight girls over to the house meant that Travis and seven guys would find a way to show up as well, as soon as they were done with football. It's funny how that works out, isn't it? Eight girls in swimsuits and, just like that, here come eight guys. I learned later that first night that Travis had already had sex with at least three of the girls on the squad over the course of the last year. I didn't know if some of the guys had also enjoyed some of the girls, or if my brother was the only sex fiend that I knew. I found it hard to believe that at least some of the girls had not shared their charms with some of the guys, but no one made a scene or gave any indication that such was the case.

The more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder about the absence of jealousy or remorse or any of the outward signs of regret that other people talk about when former lovers are in close proximity in a social situation. I have always heard and read about the uneasiness that people feel when they are at a social gathering and a former lover is also in attendance. Yet among my classmates, none of that uneasiness was obvious. Of course, I could not speak from experience because I still was not allowed to date and I certainly had not had sex with any of the guys, other than Travis, that would come over after the practices. I felt certain that Travis was not the only guy that had slept with some of the girls, but everyone just seemed to get along so well that it was surprising to me. But it reinforced my thoughts about not having sex with my classmates. Heck, I didn't need to. Whenever I felt the need, I could always knock on my brother's door, but truthfully, he usually knocked on my much before I got the chance.

Over the last half of school last year, and all during the summer, once we returned from our trip, Kim and I became close friends. She was almost like a sister to me in many ways, and we spent a lot of our free time together. I was disappointed that she did not make the Cheerleading team with me, but she was supportive of me and never once gave any indication of jealousy. Of course, being at our house and spending a lot of time with me in our pool continued my brother's fascination with her. And, like me, her figured developed from the awkward stages of puberty to being a very attractive and quite shapely teen aged girl. She was a little taller than me but we could share a lot of clothes. We both wore the same size bra but hers were fuller, like half a grapefruit while mine were more cone shaped and still had the "puffy" shape that hank mentioned. But Kim's best feature was her legs. They were long and slender and, in a swimsuit, were the first things that you noticed about her. Even Hank said to her that those legs could get her a modeling career if worked at it. Travis just kept working on her, trying to get her to go out with him, but not being a pest or a nuisance while doing it. He kept trying to decide if her was enamored with the idea of seeing her naked because he knew that she had a full bush of pubic hair, or if he was actually attracted to her for herself, for her personality and her beauty. I knew it was beginning to really bother him, and I honestly think it was more than just the desire for sex.

Kim and I, like most girlfriends, talked about all kinds of things, including boys and sex and college and marriage and boys and sex and more boys and sometimes even, more sex. I knew that she was bombarded with phone calls from many different guys wanting to go out with her, but neither of us had yet gone out on a date with anyone, and she seemed to be in no hurry to do so either. Her sister had, over the years, told her many things about having sex, and what to do on a date and how to handle guys in general. I got the idea that her sister had started having sex with guys before she was even in high school, and continued on throughout her four years. Now that she was in college, she told us one afternoon when she stopped to pick up Kim, she said that she had sex every weekend and sometimes during the week as well, but always insisted that the boys wear condoms, even though she was on the pill. Her biggest fear was STDs and she cautioned Kim and me about them also.

Eventually I told Kim about having sex with the guy at the resort last year. She reacted as I expected she would, wondering how in the world I could keep that a secret so long. I told her most of the story, about how we had sex on the beach, and what that felt like. And I told him about how he had crowded me and hung onto me the next day until I got mad at him. Of course, I couldn't help but tell her about how Travis came to my rescue and punched the guy and broke his nose and stuff. Even six months later, it still made me feel all warm inside just thinking about how he was there to protect me. I didn't tell her about how I rewarded him, though, because nobody knew about that except us.

Finally she got around to asking me what I thought. "Do you think I should go out with him?"

"I don't know. I really don't, Kim."

"I know that he just wants to take me out so that we can have sex, and I 'm not sure that I am ready for that. And everything I have heard about Travis, other than that he is a nice guy, which I already know, is that he expects to have sex with the girls that he dates."

"Well, I have been told that by other girls too, and apparently the girls that he dates do have sex with him. I'm not sure that it always happens on the first date, but from what some people say, it happens eventually."

"Does he ever talk to you about it? You guys seem to talk about everything else."

"No, we don't talk about that," I lied. "Sometimes he will tell me about being frustrated by some particular girl or other or sometimes he will mention how much different some girl is on a date than how she is in school, but he has never told me that he has rules or demands or anything. The only think I know for sure that he has said is that he thinks girls that shave their pubes look silly, and he won't date them. I think that's funny because how would anyone know, unless they go around naked."

Kim laughed. "I can't imagine what he would do if he ever saw mine --probably fall over in a faint."

I had to laugh too. "Well you do have more hair than any two girls I have ever seen. Yes, he would die a thousand deaths, I think."

"But is that the only reason he wants to go out with me? Because I have a big bush?"

"Now, how would he know that?" (Never mind that one of his earliest dates told him and then I confirmed it.)

"Well, I don't know. It just makes me wonder."

"I can't answer that question but I can tell you this. He might be horny but he isn't that shallow and callous."

Once school started and football season began everything in our house seemed to revolve around that sport. Travis had told us that the team was really coming together and were greatly improved over the prior year, and he was correct. They won their first five games before losing a close one to the largest school in the conference in a muddy downpour. They went on to win the rest of their games and then won the conference championship in a playoff against the big school. That championship, the first in our school's history, almost turned the town upside down. There were celebrations and a parade and pictures and parties and the events never seemed to end. One night in the middle of all of it, Travis and I sat on a curb watching another fireworks display. It was just the two of us there, right then, and he became very serious.

"What do I have to do to get Kim to go out with me? It's driving me nuts."

"Why do you want to go out with her so much? Why her? Why not other girls? Just because she has always turned you down? Is it the challenge of being denied?

"I do date other girls, you know that. And I have sex with a lot of them too, so it's not like I am terribly horny."

"Or is because you know that she has a lot of hair on her bush and that is what has drawn you to her?"

"No, no. It isn't that. It may have been, in the beginning, before she started hanging around home all the time and before I got to know her. Yeah, she has a helluva sexy body, and I would love to fuck her, but it's more than that. She's cool. I like her and would like to be with her."

"Would you still want to go out with her if she told you that she wouldn't have sex with you?"

"I don't know. Why would she do that?"

"Because she doesn't want to have sex with anybody right now. And she sure doesn't want to have sex with a guy who sleeps with every girl he dates. She wants it to mean something to her and to the guy."

"Why does she have to complicate stuff? Can't she just have sex like every other girl does?"

"Travis Winters, sometimes you are so stupid it is amazing. How can you say something like that? First of all, not every girl has sex. Then, some people, even at our age, have discovered that there is more to the enjoyment of sex than just the physical pleasure. Some people get strength and enjoyment from the emotional side of it as well. Ya know!!!"

He stammered a little and started to say something again, but I interrupted him. "Ya know???" I said, more firmly, and obviously making a point. "Some people, like your sister, who happens to love you a whole lot."

"Well, that's different. That's..."

"No, it's the exact same thing. I don't have sex with you just to have sex. I sure don't let you do certain things to me, just to let you do them. I do those things because I love you and because you are the most important thing in my life right now. And I know, I can feel, that I mean more to you than just sex."

"Of course you do."

"That's what Kim wants from a guy that she sleeps with. She wants something more than just sex." He didn't say anything. "I'm pretty sure that if you called her up and asked her out and told her that she did not have to have sex with you, and you meant it, that she would probably love to go out with you. But you'd better mean it and be truthful with her. She's my best friend, and I don't want to see her get hurt."