16 comments/ 58597 views/ 30 favorites Colleen and Nathan's First Time By: SlamDuncan As they began their senior year, they both celebrated their eighteenth birthdays that were only one day apart. Nathan gave her a boxed set of Beatles CDs, and Colleen gave him a set of socket wrenches to work on his new car, a vintage Mustang convertible that was a gift from his parents. Colleen and Nathan had been best friends since they were three years old, when the Bakers moved next door to the Quinns in a quiet neighborhood in the small city in Illinois where they lived. The Baker family consisted of Bob and Betty and their two children, Nathan and Susan, who were two years apart. Susan was the oldest. The Quinns were Mark and Mary and their three offspring, Kathleen, Rob and Colleen, who were also two years apart. Kathleen was the oldest, Colleen the youngest. Colleen and Nathan were like two peas in a pod. Both were extremely precocious. They started walking at ten months, talking at a year old, and speaking in complete sentences before they were two. She was a complete tomboy, matching Nathan stride for stride as they played. They climbed the oak tree in the Baker's yard, and pushed each other on the swings at the Quinn's. They talked Bob into building them a tree house in the giant oak. All four parents held their breath at the thought of them falling and injuring themselves, and were relieved to see them scampering up the rope ladder like a pair of monkeys. The tree house was their fortress, their refuge. On warm summer nights they slept up there in the branches. They filled it with books; both of them were learning to read, sounding out words together. They both had library cards and carried home a fresh stack every Saturday morning. Colleen was fascinated with dinosaurs, whales, jungle animals and almost anything in the natural world. She could proudly identify a Triceratops, a Velociraptor or a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Nathan was interested in space ships and anything to do with space travel, ships that traveled the oceans, and almost anything of a mechanical nature. Colleen shared her DVDs of the whole Jurassic Park series and didn't even close her eyes during the really scary parts. Together they watched the Star Wars movies and the Star Trek Series, the original being their favorites. They adopted a stuffed Tribble as their official mascot. They eschewed the normal childhood toys. Instead of blocks, they built things with Lincoln Logs and Tinker Toys. Colleen was never interested in dolls, and had a Barbie still in its unopened box gathering dust on a shelf in her closet. Instead, she enjoyed Nathan's Erector set, and they constructed an array of impressive machines. When they weren't at Nathan's house, they were at Colleen's, along with Lucy, a two year old golden lab. Lucy technically belonged to the Bakers, but could be found at either house, depending on where the kids were. She wagged her whole body like she was hinged in the middle. Scratch her behind the ears, and she'd flop down on her back, hoping for a tummy rub. They played hard and usually got filthy dirty, especially after a mud puddle splashing contest. At the end of the day, Mary or Betty would strip off their dirty clothes and throw the kids in the bathtub together. The school was close enough so they could walk. Lucy faithfully tagged along with them and curled up and slept under a bush until they got out at the end of the day. School bored them to death. They were so intellectually advanced compared to the other kids, that they spent their days huddled together in a corner, chattering away like a pair of magpies. Their teacher and the principal called all the parents together to discuss their children. The school wanted to send them to a psychologist to be tested for ADHD. When she had finished her evaluation, Dr. Keegan called the parents back in to discuss her findings. "I don't see any signs of attention deficit. They are both totally aware of what goes on in the classroom. They're just so advanced for their age, they're just bored. Have you thought of letting them skip a grade or two and letting start in at maybe the second or third grade?" Both sets of parents had discussed this, but decided they wanted the kids to be socially integrated with children their own age. It didn't work then, and never did, all the way through high school. They never knew what to say to the other kids. They we a pair of lone wolves, always preferring each other's company. Nathan began taking piano lessons when he was five. He, in turn, taught Colleen. By the time they were eight, both could sight read anything. They could hear a piece and play it back by ear. Colleen developed an affinity for the guitar. As she grew older, her repertoire expanded. She moved from classical acoustic to rock, blues, and jazz. She particularly liked the twelve string and studied the old delta bluesmen, from Robert Johnson to Mississippi John Hurt. She could finger-pick and play the bottleneck with the best of them. She collected the albums of Koerner, Ray and Glover who were part of early folk/blues explosion in the 1960's. The band featured Tony "Little Sun" Glover on harmonica, "Spider" John Koerner and Dave "Snaker Ray" on guitar and vocals. They inspired her to don a harmonica rack and add blues harp to her repertoire. She put a pick-up on an acoustic guitar and accompanied Nathan in some jazz improvisations. They both had beautiful voices and harmonized well with each other. Colleen loved the vocalists of the sixties and seventies, Joan Baez, Judy Collins, Carol King and Joni Mitchell. She also liked country music, with a particular fondness for some of the early recording artists like Patsy Cline, Kitty Wells, Loretta Lynn, and Dottie West. Emmy Lou Harris was her idol. They both knew all the lyrics to Bob Dylan's songs. Junior high provided Nathan and Colleen a whole new era of angst. Puberty hit kids of this age. Unfortunately, nobody matured at the same time. Colleen was skinny as a rail and her breasts failed to fill out like most of the other girls in her class. She wore a tee shirt under her clothes until she was fourteen, when her mother bought her a bra and insisted that she wear it. It was a padded A cup that she didn't begin to fill out. One morning she entered the bathroom just as Kathleen was coming out of the shower. She looked at her older sister's full, ripe breasts with envy. "Do you think mine will ever grow like yours?" she asked. "Give it some time, sweetie. Some girls just take a little longer to develop." "Well, if I was a joiner, I'd belong to the IBT club." "What's the IBT club?" "Itty Bitty Titties," she answered with a frown. Nathan, on the other hand, shot up a foot. His voice deepened and peach fuzz appeared all over his face. Bob bought him a razor and taught him how to use it. He developed in other areas as well, growing man-sized equipment. He could tell, by comparing himself to other boys in the locker room, that he was larger than average. He soon discovered masturbation. Betty was amused the first time she washed his sheets. Both the kids were ostracized and taunted for being different. Bob and Betty took Nathan to a martial arts studio, so he could stand up to a bully. Both of them were pacifists, but believed a person should be able to defend themselves. Bob had earned a third degree black belt in his twenties. He had never used it against another person, but he relished the discipline and grace that it gave him. Mark and Mary were hesitant to let Colleen participate, but she was insistent, and the instructor convinced them that girls could use the training as well. Besides, Colleen had an enormous crush on Ralph Macchio and had watched The Karate Kid at least a dozen times. She also adored him in Crossroads in which he played Eugene Martone, who has a fascination for the blues while he studies classical guitar at the Julliard School for Performing Arts in New York City. Eugene breaks Willie "Blind Dog Fulton Smokehouse" Brown, an ancient bluesman, out of a nursing home. Together they make an improbable journey to Mississippi, in search of the fabled missing song by Robert Johnson. Colleen was captivated by the head-cutting duel Eugene played against famed guitarist Steve Vai, in the role of Jack Butler. She borrowed a Fender Stratocaster from the local music store and picked her fingers raw before she was able to match him, note for note. High school was more of the same. Colleen and Nathan were the nerds, the geeks at school that all the kids ostracized. They shrugged it off, content with each other's company. They ate lunch together, always at the end of a table with no one else around. Nathan's clothes were as non-conforming as Colleens. He wore baggy cords when the other boys all wore Levi's. He had a pocket protector and carried a briefcase instead of wearing a backpack. His shirttails always hung out of his pants and his socks would never stay up over his high-top Keds. His shoulder length hair was always unkempt. He wore John Lennon type granny glasses. She wore her natural light blonde hair tied up on her head with a variety of scrunchies, combs or pins. She wore thick glasses with huge frames that hid her beautiful blue eyes. She had never worn makeup, not even a hint of lip gloss. Colleen had always worn shapeless, baggy clothing that concealed her figure. Nathan and Colleen did everything together. They walked to and from school with each other, took the same classes. They made fun of the popular kids, but only between themselves. They couldn't understand the swaggering jocks or the brainless cheerleader types that wore too much makeup and flaunted their bodies in too-tight clothes. "Have you noticed that the girls with big boobs get all the guys?" she asked as they walked home together. "Seems that way. Also seems that those relationships never last too long." Sherry Smith was the perfect example. A member of the "popular" clique, she applied bright red lipstick, heavy eye shadow and eyelash extensions that she batted shamelessly to flirt with boys and teachers alike. She wore low cut tops and frequently bent over to purposely display her lacy bras and ample breasts. Her jeans looked like they were painted on and showed everything from the cleft in her ass to an outrageous camel toe. Their friendship was purely platonic. They never touched each other unless they were skating. Neither of them had ever dated; both of them said they were "holding out" until just the right person came along. They could talk about sexual matters, but it was always in a clinical manner, never personal. One day Colleen asked "do you know what going to second base means? I heard a girl say she and her boyfriend went to second base last night." "Oh yeah, I heard some guys in the locker room talking about it. It's a 'scoring' system using a baseball analogy. First base is feeling her up through her clothes, second base is getting 'bare tit', third base is finger fucking, and a home run is going all the way." "That sounds terribly sexist to me. What's the girl's part? Let's see, first base would be feeling his cock through his pants, second base could be jerking him off, third base a blow job, and a home run being the same as the guy thing." They both laughed and shook their heads. Their Friday nights, and most of the day on Saturdays were spent at the ice skating rink. They started skating when they were five, clumsily holding each other up as they staggered around the rink. As the years went by, they got better and better, gliding around the rink with style and grace. Watching the Olympics, they became enamored with ice dancing. They recorded the dancers on their VCR, studied their moves and learned to duplicate them. They mastered progressives, swing rolls, chasses, crossovers, mohawks, and dance spins. Then they moved on to dance lifts. Dance lifts differ from freestyle lifts, as dancers are not allowed to lift their partners above their shoulders. Lifts are done using her arms, waist, or hips. Neither of them could even contemplate an overhead freestyle lift, where the man lifts his partner by her crotch. A perennial late bloomer, by the time she turned eighteen, Colleen's body began to fill out. Her hips rounded, her buttocks became beautifully sculpted globes, and her breasts, high and firm, all but overflowed a C cup. Almost embarrassed by her "new" body, she continued to wear the shapeless, baggy clothing that concealed everything. Underneath her clothes, though, it was a different story. She developed a passion for sexy underwear, brief and lacy, that she bought at Victoria's Secret in the mall. Nathan filled out as well. Still lean and lanky, he added pounds of muscle mass, shaped by the exercise equipment his father kept in the basement. He didn't quite have washboard abs and buns of steel, but he came close. One afternoon in study hall, Sherry Smith sat down across from Colleen. "Hi, Colleen." She was taken aback; Sherry had never greeted her before. Wringing her hands nervously, she continued, "I know I've been mean to you, and I'm sorry. But I really need some help." "What kind of help?" "I-I'm flunking algebra. I just don't get it, and if I can't pass it, I won't be able to graduate in June. Could you maybe tutor me? I can pay you." Colleen pondered her request. Although she could use the extra money, she didn't feel right about taking it. "Okay, I guess I could help, but I don't want your money. Come over to my house about eight o'clock. I'll give you my address." Sherry rang the doorbell promptly at eight. She was dressed a little more modestly. She still wore the skintight pants, but she had put on a turtleneck sweater that didn't show her cleavage, but was still tight enough to prominently display her attributes. She certainly got Rob's attention. She had been raised by a single mother who had one boyfriend after another. The sounds they made when they were having sex reverberated through the small house. One night, with her mother passed out cold, her current boyfriend, a man named Kevin, entered Sherry's room. He ripped off her nightgown and brutally raped her. She was fourteen. Her mother blamed Sherry for being a cock tease. Her father deserted them right after she was born and she was desperate to find a man who loved her. Colleen led her up the stairs to her third floor loft. Nathan was working on a term paper on her Power Mac. It was lightning fast and had a thirty inch panoramic screen. All he had at home was a hand-me-down laptop that was painfully slow. He was listening to Arlo Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant Massacree with the volume cranked way up. Sherry entered the room and said "hi, um, um...gee, I don't even know your name." Her locker was right next to his, and she was always dropping something, then bending over to pick it up. She called the game "flashing the geek." Being male, he took a good look, blushing when she looked up and caught him at it. "It's Nathan," Colleen said. "Hi, Nathan." "Um, hi, Sherry," he said and quickly put on a set of headphones that quieted the room, and went right back to the project he was working on. He had no idea how to make small talk. Lucy, who had been sleeping in the corner, stretched and got up to examine the stranger. She wagged her tail furiously and, true to form, stuck her nose right in Sherry's crotch. She hugged the wriggling creature around the neck, and true to form, Lucy flopped down and exposed her belly. She lay down on the floor beside her and they wrestled together. It was hard to tell which one of them enjoyed it more. "I always wanted a dog, but my Mom would never let me have one." Sherry and Colleen worked at her desk for two hours straight. She had a way of simplifying the problems and Sherry began to understand some of it. Colleen took off her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes. "I've had enough for tonight. Come back Thursday night and we can do some more." "You know, you have a really pretty face. Maybe I could help you with some make-up tips." "Thanks, but no thanks, I'm not really into that." As she showed her to the door, Sherry impulsively gave her a hug. As she got ready for bed, Colleen noticed a big smudge of mascara on her cheek. Later that week, Colleen saw Sherry and Brad walking down the hall toward her, their arms around each other's waist. They were the hot couple on campus. Brad was captain of the football team, a real "catch". Sherry stopped for a minute and greeted her and chatted with her a bit. "What are you talking to that nerd for?" Brad said, with a disgusted look on his face. "She's really nice once you get to know her. Besides, she's helping me with my algebra. "Humph," he snorted and dragged her away. Several weeks later, when Sherry showed up for her tutoring session, Colleen noticed that she was trembling and not wearing her usual make-up. "Is something wrong? You look like you're upset." She started to sob and the tears ran down her face. "Brad broke up with me." "Why? What happened?" "W-we went all the way, and then he dumped me. He told me he loved me, but it was a lie, all he wanted was my body." Colleen wrapped her arms around her and held as she cried. Nathan quickly put his headphones on and stared at the computer screen. "Do you and Nathan do it with each other? It seems like you two have been going together forever." "Oh, we're not a couple. I mean he's not my boyfriend or anything, we're just friends." Sherry looked incredulous. The fact that a guy and a girl could be just friends was beyond her comprehension. ****************** The phone rang again. Kathleen answered and it was Nathan, calling for Colleen. "I'm sorry, Nathan, for some reason she doesn't want to talk to you. I don't know what's going on with her." For three days Nathan had called, emailed, always with the same result. His last email said, "I'm so sorry, Colleen. I promise it will never happen again." The phone rang once again and Kathleen gave Nathan the same story. Tiring of this, she marched up to Colleen's room to get to the bottom of it. She knocked on Colleen's bedroom door in the loft and walked in without being invited. "All right, what's going on between you and Nathan?" Colleens sniffled and the tears began to flow. "N-Nathan kissed me she stuttered. "And I k-kissed him back. Then I ran away and hid from him." "What's the matter with that?" Kathleen asked. "You've been best friends all your lives." "Th- that's the problem," Colleen wailed. "I don't want to lose the friendship." "I don't understand. How can a kiss ruin a friendship?" "W-well, if you get romantically involved with someone and you break up, you end up hating each other. It happens all the time at school." "You'll never lose your friendship with Nathan. God, I wish Tray and I were that kind of friends." Kathleen spoke of her fiancée, Tremont Belknap Covington the Third, of the banking Covington family. They called him Tray, after the Roman numeral behind his name. He was an investment banker in the family firm, played polo, and was devilishly good looking. He had the reputations as having been quite the playboy until he became engaged to Kathleen. He still had secret trysts on the side. "How do you really feel about Nathan," Kathleen asked. "I-I've been in love with him since the seventh grade." "Does Nathan know this?" she asked. "God no," Colleen wailed, "I could never tell him that." And a fresh round of tears streaked down her face. "How do you know he doesn't feel the same way about you?" That stopped Colleen dead in her tracks. "I-I don't know," she said nervously. Kathleen held her sister in her arms until she quit shaking and the tears subsided. "You need to go talk to Nathan and fix this." "You think so?" Colleen asked. Colleen and Nathan's First Time "Yes, I do, and the sooner the better." Colleen did some of the deep breathing exercises that she learned in yoga class until she had calmed down, and then washed the tear stains off her face. Summoning up all the courage she could muster, she went downstairs and out into the yard. She pushed open the gate that separated the Quinn and Baker properties and stood for a moment in front of the converted garage that was Nathan's room. They had never knocked on doors before, but this time she did before pushing the door open and entering the room. The entire garage was a giant music studio. An ebony concert grand piano took up one whole corner and the rest of the room contained a wall full of guitars and other stringed instruments, a stand with four saxophones, several clarinets, and an elaborate drum kit. Trumpets and assorted brass instruments lay on several shelves. Nathan could play them all. There were microphones and a sophisticated recording studio. Nathan's bedroom was in a loft over the studio. This was where the kiss happened. They were recording a duet, Together Again from a Kenny Rogers and Dotty West album. Their faces were an inch apart as they sang into the mike. As soon as the last notes were finished, Nathan kissed her on the lips. Startled, she returned the kiss, then gasped and fled from the room. She hadn't seen or talked to him since. Nathan didn't hear her come in. He was playing a plaintive blues number on the piano that she couldn't identify. His head was bent down until it almost touched the keyboard. When he had finished the song he looked up and jumped when he saw her standing there. He leapt to his feet and walked over to her. "Colleen, I'm so sorry that happened. I don't know what got into me, but I promise it will never happen again." "Sit down, Nathan. We need to talk." Wringing his hands, he sat on the couch, leaving at least three feet of space between them. She took a deep breath and began. "First of all," she said, "I want you to kiss me. And I want to kiss you, but I'm so afraid it would jeopardize our friendship and I couldn't bear it if that happened." "That could never happen, Colleen. I care for you too much." As he spoke, the tears welled up in his eyes. "What do you mean when you say you care for me?" she asked. "Well," he took a deep breath. "I guess it means I love you". He looked stunned as the words came out of his mouth. "You love me, or you're in love with me?" Colleen asked quietly. Nathan took another deep breath, then answered. "I guess it means both". "Oh God, Nathan," she spoke as the tears ran down her cheeks, "I've been in love with you since the seventh grade." She took his hands in hers and they cried together. He pulled her close to him and kissed her on the forehead, then lowered his mouth and gently kissed her lips. She returned the kiss then pulled away . "I want to do this with you, Nathan, but I'm not quite ready yet." "Take all the time you need, Colleen. Just let me know when you are." "Friends forever?" she asked. "Forever," he replied. "Just hold me for a minute." He wrapped his arms around her, then guiltily felt a tingle in his loins as her breasts pressed against his chest. She broke the clinch and stood. "Come over in a few minutes, I've got a new DVD." "I'll be there," he said. He continued to sit because he didn't want her to see the bulge in his pants. They picked up their friendship where it had left off, but remained chaste. No kissing except for a simple peck on the cheek when they left each other. They did begin to hold hands, however, walking to school and back. One evening, as they were sprawled out on her bed watching a DVD, Colleen reached over and stroked his face. "Kiss me, Nathan, I'm ready now." He rolled toward her and his mouth took hers. Soft. Warm. Deep. His lips didn't brush or nibble, but simply absorbed. A little sound, stunned pleasure, hummed in her throat. Her lips parted in welcome. He slipped his tongue gently into her mouth and sought hers. Tentatively, she met his tongue with hers. He gave her soft, gentle butterfly flicks and felt her begin to reciprocate. Her breath quickened as she really began to get into it. The kiss sent her head on a dizzy spin. Then the dizziness was joined by a shimmering wave of heat that seemed to start in her toes and rise until it melted every bone. She gazed through her lashes and saw that his eyes were open, focused intently on hers. The heat wave went straight to Nathan's groin. His cock swelled into the hardest erection he had ever experienced. He thought for a moment that it would explode, not with ejaculate, but by the pressure of the blood flowing into his organ. When they broke apart, Colleen gasped, "Wow! Where did you learn to kiss like that?" "My sister Susie sh...uh, told me what to do. Where did you learn to kiss like that?" "Rob, uh, told me what to do." They had always told each other everything, but Colleen had one deep secret that she would never reveal to him. A family secret. She began to wonder if Nathan had one, too. She wanted to do more with him, much more, but was determined to take it one step at a time. They started to act like a couple, holding hands or putting their arms around each other when they walked down the halls in school. They passed Sherry and Dan, and she stopped to chat. Dan had replaced Brad as her new main squeeze. He was the star running back on the football team. Brad had bragged of his conquest to his teammates and there was a line of guys waiting to get in her pants. When they parted, Dan sniffed, "well, even geeks need love too." A night at the drive-in replaced ice skating. They seldom even saw the movie, being busy in a heavy make-out session in the back seat. Colleen started locking her bedroom door. As they were making out on her bed, she took Nathan's hand and placed it on her breast. His hand explored the contours through her sweatshirt. He was surprised when he felt the size of them. His touch thrilled her to the core. She wanted his hands on her bare skin, but again she held off. "Welcome to first base," she smiled at him. It didn't take long to reach second. Then third. The next time they were making out, Nathan reached for her breast. "Wait a minute," she said, then sat up and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. She wore a lavender lace demi-bra that barely covered her nipples. It was a "Dream Angel" that she bought at Victoria's Secret. "Unhook it, please." Nathan's fingers trembled as he fumbled with the center clasp, then removed it and let her breasts hang free. "God, Colleen, they're beautiful." They were round and firm, mounted high on her chest with just the hint of an uplift. She had pale, puffy areolas, her nipples were flush with them. For a moment, Nathan just stared. They matched any centerfold he had ever seen. He cupped his hands under both breasts and lifted them gently to feel their weight. They were soft, yet firm. He gently caressed them, tracing all their contours. When he got to her nipples, he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger and watched in fascination as they swelled and stood upright. He bent down and began kissing them all over, from bottom to top and in the valley in between. She lay down on the bed and ran her fingers through his hair, as he began tracing circles around her nipples with his tongue. He drew a nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Colleen writhed on the bed as the sensation raced down her belly, then lower, like there was a hotwire between her nipple and her clit. She dug her nails into his back and cried out as she was she was wracked with an orgasm. She lay back, panting, as Nathan stroked her body, moving from her breasts to her belly. She lifted the waistband of her sweat pants and drew his hand his hand down lower. He slipped his hand under her lacy panties and caressed her mons, covered with silky soft pubic hair. He massaged her swollen outer lips, then spread them apart and dipped his middle finger into her hot wet vagina. He moved his finger in and out simulating intercourse. Her cunt felt like liquid velvet. Colleen expected him to fumble around and limit his activity to finger-fucking. He totally surprised her when he drew her juices upward and lubricated her clitoris. He moved his finger up and down the shaft, then began tracing gentle circles around its head. He bent to kiss her and she grabbed his lower lip with her teeth and held on. Her hips began to undulate. She came and came hard, flooding his hand with her juices as the orgasm enveloped her entire body. His finger reached again for her clit and she pulled his hand away. "It's too sensitive right now," she panted. She sat up and rolled him over on his back. "It's my turn." She unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down. She tugged at the waistband of his pants and pulled them, along with his boxers, low enough to let his cock spring free. "Wow, Nathan, that's really big." She read that the average erect penis measured 5 ½ to 6 inches, and estimated his to be at least 7 ½ inches long. When she wrapped her hand around it, there was at least an inch of space between her thumb and forefinger. She studied it carefully, tracing all around the head with her fingers. When she touched the extra sensitive spot just below it, his cock bobbed, slapping his belly. "Wow, the top of it looks just like Darth Vader's helmet," she giggled. She wrapped her had around the shaft. It was hard, yet soft to the touch. The skin was loose and moved with her hand as she began to stroke him up and down. His eyes glazed over and his mind went blank as he totally gave in to the sensation. She pumped him, faster and faster. She watched as his scrotum contracted, drawing his balls together in what looked like a huge walnut shell. His cock pulsated under her hand as he approached his climax. "Oh God," he shouted, as a stream of his semen shot straight up into the air and landed on her right breast. As Nathan lay collapsed on the bed, totally satiated, she scooped the fluid off of her and let in pool in her hand. She stirred it around with her finger, lifting it up and watching it snap back into her hand. "It looks like rubber cement," she giggled, then grabbed a tissue to clean herself off. The next time she gave him a hand job, Colleen covered his cock with Astro-glide that she had "borrowed" from Kathleen's bedside table. She began twisting her hand around the well lubricated head, as he moaned with pleasure. She laced her fingers together and pumped him, her hands simulating a vagina. He began thrusting his hips up and down. She held still and let him fuck her hands until he came. They continued to pleasure each other this way, until one night, Colleen held the base of his cock, then bent down and began licking it all over. She took him in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around and around the head. She began to bob her head up and down, letting him out of her mouth with a popping sound, then diving back down and taking him in again. She gripped his cock firmly with lips and tongue, then continued moving up and down, as she stroked his shaft in rhythm with her mouth. "I'm about to come, Colleen," he moaned. "I'm coming now." He expected her to pull her head away, but she didn't, and took his full load in her mouth. She swallowed it all. "That didn't taste so bad, maybe a little salty." She smiled at him and asked, "Would you like to reciprocate?" "Reciprocate?" "Yeah, as in eat my pussy, in the locker room vernacular." He spoke not a word as he pulled her pants down and admired the lavender lace thong she wore underneath. Pulling that down, he stared at her pubis that was as bald as it was when she was three and they bathed together. "I shaved it. I hear guys really like that." "Oh. yeah," he grinned. He kissed her hard on the lips, then down her throat, over her breasts, across her tummy, until he reached the place between her legs. She pulled her knees up and spread the wide apart, giving him full access to all her treasures. He kissed her inner thighs, kissed and licked the creases between her outer lips and her legs, then moved his mouth toward her center. He could see the engorged minora poking out through her slit. He ran his tongue between her lips, then took his fingers and spread them apart, exposing her swollen clit and the inner lips that were perfectly smooth, like pink rose petals. His tongue and lips moved slowly over all of her. His tongue began to trace lazy circles around her clit, until she shouted out his name and her body contorted in the throes of orgasm. He stopped for awhile until she subsided, then took his finger and slid her hood back, letting the little pearl poke its head out. A large wet spot spread across the sheet. Nathan took her entire clit into his mouth and sucked on it, flicking his tongue rapidly over its head until she came yet again. Still not finished, he let her out of his mouth, pursed his lips and blew across it. The vibrations between his lips sounded like a small raspberry. She bucked her hips, clutched the sheets and screamed. Then she fell limply back on the bed. An exhausted smile crossed her face. They lay naked together, holding each other tight. "I really want to make love with you, Nathan, but I want it to be special." "Special how?" "Special time, special place. When I have it figured out, I'll let you know. Stay here with me tonite." She pulled the covers over them and they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. They had been doing sleep-overs since they were three, and neither set of parents had thought anything about it. Until now. Betty had a clue as to what might be happening when she noticed there were no longer any stains on his sheets. So did Mary. There were pecker tracks and wet spot residue all over Colleen's linens. When they woke in the morning, Colleen looked at Nathan with a sly grin on her face. "I've decided on the special time and place. In a room at the Plaza hotel after the prom. Nathan, I want you to take me to the prom." He looked aghast. "The prom? The prom? You've got to be kidding me, Colleen. The prom is the epitome of everything we've always hated about high school." "Yeah, I know. That'll make it all the more fun." As they were both still naked, she reached down between his legs and took him in her hand. "Please, Nathan? Pretty please?" She read somewhere that you could lead a man anywhere if you had his cock in your hand. ********************* Colleen announced her plans at the dinner table. The whole family looked dumbfounded. "Nathan's taking you where?" Kathleen gasped. "To the prom. And we're going to book a room at the Plaza for after. All the kids do it." "Good idea," Mark said, "stay safe that way, no drinking and driving. Come on, Rob, the game's about to start." The two men headed for the den and the big screen TV. Both of them were rabid White Sox fans and the team looked good this year. That left the Quinn women still around the table. "Are you and Nathan having sex?" Mary inquired. "Define sex." "Fucking," Kathleen interjected. "No, not yet, but we're going to. That's what the hotel room is for. So far we've just done some touching, some exploring." Kathleen nodded knowingly. She knew Colleen's deep dark family secret. She had been part of it. "Well, I hope you'll be careful. Make sure one of you has some condoms." "We don't need condoms, Mom, I'm on the pill." God, they grow up fast, Mary thought. "I'll help you get ready," Kathleen volunteered, and the two of them went upstairs to Colleen's room. "First, your going to need a dress." "Got one." She dug into her closet and came out with her dress, a strapless A-line, extremely low cut. It was royal blue satin with a flared skirt and a hemline that fell above her knees. She dug in her dresser and pulled out a strapless push-up bra in black lace. "Jesus, Colleen, that's almost indecent." "Yeah, I know," she replied with a huge grin. "Shoes?" "Got those too." A pair of four inch stilettos dyed to match her dress. "Can you walk in those?" "Yup. Twelve years of skating gives me super strong ankles, and I can balance on anything." "Well, you'll need an appointment with a hairdresser the day of the prom." "Nope, I'm going to wear my hair down." Nobody in the family, or Nathan either, had seen her hair down since the seventh grade. "Make-up?" "You can help me with that. I have no idea what to do." The big night finally arrived. Kathleen brought her make-up kit up to her sister's room. Colleen emerged from her bathroom wearing just her underwear. Along with the bra, she wore a black lace thong. A lace garter belt held up a pair of sheer hose that enhanced her shapely dancer's legs. "Wow! Nathan's going to have fun undressing you." "I sure hope so." Kathleen sat her down and began applying the make-up, a hint of blush on her cheeks, some pale pink lip gloss. She applied some mascara to her pale blonde lashes, then took out a fine tipped brush and added just a hint of blue eyeliner. She ditched her glasses, opting instead for a pair of contacts. Her deep blue eyes sparkled. She pulled the pins out of her hair and let it cascade down. Pale blonde and shining, it hung down past her waist. The ends were trimmed off evenly, and it smelled like fresh strawberries, like the shampoo and rinse she had used on it. She reached for a brush, and Kathleen took it out of her hands. "Let me do that. God, it feels like fine silk." She gave it 100 strokes. "You need a picture of this for your scrapbook," she said and reached for her digital camera. Colleen obliged, striking a series of provocative poses with a shit-eating grin across her face. She slithered into her dress, then turned around to have Kathleen zip it up for her. Her breasts were lifted high, the half moon swells appearing well above her bodice. She twirled around in front of her mirror to see how high the skirt would rise up. High enough to show the flesh above her stockings and just a hint of the lace garter belt. Perfect, she thought to herself. "Ready for your grand entrance?" "Ready as I'll ever be." The two of them headed down the stairs. Nathan, resigned to his fate, waited downstairs for her. He actually looked handsome, dressed in a powder blue tuxedo, with a royal blue cummerbund and bow tie that, by accident, matched Colleen's dress. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, tied together with a velvet ribbon. Mark and Mary and Rob, Bob and Betty and Susan, all gathered in the living room, armed with cameras to capture the couple for posterity. When she entered the room, all seven jaws dropped at once. "Holy shit!" Rob exclaimed. The sentiment, if not the words, was shared by everyone. Mark couldn't take his eyes off her décolletage, then averted them as he realized it was his daughter he had been ogling. "You're beautiful, Colleen," Nathan stammered, offering the orchid corsage he had bought for her. He was glad that it was a wrist corsage, as he would have been embarrassed to pin it on her bodice in front of an audience. Strobe lights flashed at them. "How about a shot of you two kissing?" Betty asked. Nathan's face flushed, then he leaned in to give her a rather chaste peck on the lips. He savored the unfamiliar flavor of her lipstick. As they entered the ballroom at the Plaza Hotel, Mr. Shick, the assistant principal met them just inside the doorway. He was the faculty chaperone, in charge of checking the boys out for flasks in their pockets, and the girls for indecent exposure. All the kids had to sign the guestbook on the table in front of him. "Hi, Nathan, you're looking mighty sharp tonight. Who's your lovely girlfriend?" As she bent down to sign the guest book, Mr. Shick couldn't keep his eyes from staring down the front of her dress. He flipped the book around and looked at her signature, then did a double-take. "Colleen! I didn't recognize you. You look absolutely beautiful tonight." She looked at him and noticed that he was speaking directly to her breasts. Colleen and Nathan's First Time As they made their way through the crowded dance floor, heads turned in their direction. "Wow, who's the blonde chick?" "That's that geek chick, uh, Colleen what's-her-name." "No way." "Way." "Damn, look at the rack she's been hiding under those baggy clothes." "No shit. I sure would like to get my hands on those puppies." "Check out the hair." "And the legs, too." They ran into Sherry and Dan. She wore a floor-length skin tight sheath with a slit on the side that ran all the way up to her hip. It was dangerously low cut, but she couldn't match Colleen for guy-appeal. "Wow Colleen, you look great," she said grudgingly. "Hi, Colleen," Dan greeted her. He had never spoken her name before; she was always the geek. "I hope you'll save me a dance, a nice slow one." "Sorry, Dan, my dance card's full, but thanks for asking." The thought of rubbing bodies with him gave her the creeps. Glowering, Sherry dragged him away. The band started playing a slow song. The rest of the kids clung to each other and rocked back and forth in the same spot. Colleen and Nathan glided across the floor like they were on ice skates. Brad approached them and tapped Nathan on the shoulder. "May I cut in?" "No, you may not," he said firmly. Brad's face reddened and his expression indicated blind fury. He wasn't accustomed to rejection. As they moved to the other side of the room, Colleen broke away, ascended the stage and whispered in the bandleader's ear. "What was that all about?" "We're gonna be the halftime show." Nathan shook his head. Nothing about this whole evening surprised him anymore. The band struck up a fast number. They had perfected a jitterbug routine on the ice, and began to replicate it on the dance floor. The other kids, who had jut been shaking their bodies randomly or grinding again each other, formed a circle around them and watched, clapping their hands in time with the music. Colleen had kicked off her shoes. They moved in perfect synchronicity. They swayed, forward and backward, their shoulders stayed level and their feet glided across the floor. He held his right hand low on her back, his left hand was down at his side, enclosing her hand. He swung her out from him, and she twirled. Her hair flew out and her skirt flew up, showing an expanse of creamy white thigh and sexy black garters. He lifted her high in the air and she somersaulted over his shoulder, giving those standing in the right position a view of her voluptuous ass, that was bared due to the thong panties she was wearing. When it was time for the band to take a break, the bandleader spoke into the mike. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to take a break. While we're gone, two of your fellow students, Nathan Baker and Colleen Quinn are going to entertain you." Nathan sat at the piano, butterflies roiled in his stomach, as he had never performed in front of an audience. He started off with "Chopin's Nocturne No. 2 in E flat", to the collective groan of the crowd. About two minutes into the piece, he struck a chord, paused, and segued into stride piano style, playing Scott Joplin's "Maple Leaf Rag."The crowd perked up. After the first chorus, he ran his hand along the entire keyboard, stood up and pushed the stool aside, then launched into a hot boogie woogie. He jumped up and down, shook his legs, and began a perfect imitation of Jerry Lee Lewis "Whole Lot of Shakin' Goin' On." He threw his leg on top of the piano, just like the Killer, and played under it. The audience went wild. Colleen took the mike with her guitar, Nathan accompanying on piano. She did Carol King's "I feel the Earth Move" and a perfect impersonation of Janice Joplin's version of Me and Bobby McGee. Nathan joined her at the mike and the two of them harmonized on Peter, Paul and Mary's "Leaving on a Jet Plane" and finished their duets with the Grateful Dead's "Ripple." They were surrounded by kids who had never before acknowledged their existence. As the prom wound down to a close, he took her in his arms for the last dance, a slow number. They held each other and rocked back and forth without moving their feet. He smelled her hair, the light perfume she'd dabbed behind her ears. Her breasts pushed into his chest; she felt his cock harden and press into her belly. His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply. Her breath shortened and she felt the tingle run through her body, settling between her legs. "Whew, let's go outside and get some fresh air before we go up to our room." Hand in hand they walked out onto the patio. A full moon hung in a cloudless sky. They noticed a group of guys gathered on the lawn, Brad and Dan and a bunch of their football buddies. It was obvious that they had been drinking heavily. Brad swaggered up to Nathan. "Hey, geek freak, you think you're too fucking good for us?" He gave Nathan a shove. "Don't try that again he said," slapping his hands away. Brad threw a punch at his face. Nathan raised his arm, easily deflecting the blow, then balanced on one leg, kicked out, catching Brad in the solar plexus with the ball of his foot. He crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. When another player rushed at him, he dropped into the Dragon pose. He grasped the assailant's arm, and using his own momentum, threw him over his body, badly dislocating his shoulder. Dan advanced on Colleen. "Hey, baby, let's get a look at those titties." As he reached for the front of her dress, she sidestepped, snatched a hold of his wrist and twisted around, throwing him completely off balance. She whirled around and twisted his wrist toward the outside. He flipped over like a character in a Jackie Chan movie. A loud snap was heard as a bone broke in his forearm. The rest of the boys quickly dispersed. Sherry walked over to where Dan was lying on the ground. "Asshole," she snarled and gave him a vicious kick in the balls. She invited the star forward on the soccer team to share her room after he dropped his date off at home. ******************* They took the elevator all the way up to the top floor. Nathan had made all the arrangements for their stay. He led the way to their room, inserted the key card into the slot, and kicked the door open. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold, bending over to give her a long deep kiss before he set her down on her feet. She surveyed the room with a sense of awe. It was huge. It had two bathrooms, a hot tub and a king sized bed in the center of the room. A dozen red roses in a crystal vase sat on the dresser. The bed was turned down and the sheet was covered with rose petals. A bottle of Dom Perignon was chilling in a bucket of ice. "Wow, Nathan, how'd you buy the champagne?" "Room service doesn't check ID's," he grinned. "Would you like a glass?" "I guess so." Neither one of them had ever drunk champagne before. He peeled the gold foil off the neck of the bottle, then removed the wire cage that held the cork. Holding the bottle at a forty-five degree angle, he placed a towel over the neck of the bottle, grasped the cork with the towel and then turned the bottle until they heard the cork pop. "Where did you learn to do that?" "I watched a video on YouTube." He filled a flute, handed it to her, then filled one for himself. He raised his glass and clinked it with hers. "To love." She took a sip and giggled as the bubbles tickled her nose. They came together in a passionate embrace, tongues tangling. "Undress me, Nathan," she whispered in his ear. His hands trembled as he unzipped her dress, letting it fall into a pool at her feet. He stepped back to admire her. "God, you are so hot." She wanted to be hot. Wanted to be lusted after. Wanted to be ravished. Wanted him. He unhooked her bra and let her full firm breasts free. He kissed the valley between them, ran his lips and tongue all over them, drawing each nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Her whole body trembled, her pussy released the first flood of her juices. There would be many more before the night was over. Kneeling before her, he kissed his way down her body until he reached her lacy garter belt. He released the garter clamps and rolled her hose down one leg at a time. He ran his tongue from calf to thigh, licking the crease between her leg and vulva. She wriggled and squirmed in pure ecstasy. The garter belt was unsnapped and fell to the floor. Putting his mouth over her panties, he blew softly through the lacy thong. When the panties were dropped, he ran his tongue along her slit. She trembled, then grasped his head and pulled him up. He stepped back and admired her body. Her breasts, peeking out from behind her golden hair, was the sexiest thing he could ever imagine. His entire body quivered with anticipation. "My turn," she said, sliding his jacket over his broad shoulders. His shirt was unbuttoned and removed, his tee shirt pulled over his head and thrown aside. She rained kisses over his lean muscular chest, tonguing and sucking on his nipples. She unfastened his pants, unzipped him and dropped his pants. He wore a pair of black silk boxers with a red heart on the fly. "A gift from Susie for this occasion," he smiled. Bunching the sleek fabric, she massaged his hard-on with it. His eyes glazed over and he completely surrendered to her ministrations. She dropped his shorts and ran her tongue over his cock, from base to crown. They both radiated pure heat. "Let's take a hot tub, I've never done that before." He topped off their champagne glasses and lit the candles that surrounded the tub. Snapping his iPod into a portable player, he turned it on. Norah Jones' "Come Away With Me" flooded the room. They eased slowly into the tub, letting their bodies adjust to the hot water. They submerged up to their necks. Nathan watched her breasts float just beneath the surface. He was hard as a rock. Once they were comfortable with the heat, Nathan pressed the button that turned on the jets, surrounding them with the roiling, bubbling water. Colleen's corner had a moto-massage unit than ran up and down her back, loosening every knotted muscle. "Aaaah, that feels soo good." Totally relaxed, she switched places with Nathan. She was surrounded by tingling bubbles. One jet was mounted low and pulsated right at her butt. She raised up a bit and leaned forward. Now the jet was aimed right at her pussy. "Ooo," she cried out, "now that one is really friendly." They finished their champagne and clambered out of the tub, donning the thick terry robes that the hotel provided. "Give me a couple minutes and I'll be ready," she said, and retired to her bathroom. She brushed out her hair, freshened her lip gloss and pulled out a small vial of rose essence. She dabbed some behind her ears, on her throat, between her breasts, and on both sides of her mons. Approaching the bed, she dropped the robe, and lay down on the rose petal covered sheet. Her golden hair spread out like a fan. She patted the bed, inviting Nathan to join her. He approached her tentatively. She took his face in her hands. "Are you nervous?" "Well, I'm just afraid I might hurt you. I know the first time can be painful." "If you're talking about my cherry, don't worry about it. I popped it myself awhile ago with one of Kathleen's dildos. I want this night to be all about pleasure." He let out a sigh, partly of relief, and partly because he would have liked to watch her do it. They came together in a tender embrace. He rained soft kisses all over her face, when he reached her ears, he took a lobe into his mouth and sucked on it. When he got to her mouth, she nipped at his lower lip with her teeth. Their passions rose and the heat radiated between them. She moved under his hands helplessly, unable to do anything but absorb what he gave her, follow where he led. Even as the blood pounded in his head, in his loins, he kept the caresses light, teasing, waiting for her, watching her as she slid from one into the next melting sensation. When she trembled, when a new sighing moan slipped through her lips, he took her hands, braceleting them in his so that he was free to urge her over the first edge. He guided her up again to a higher peak that made her cry out. Gripping each other tightly, they rolled back and forth. His leg slipped between hers and he could feel the wet heat as she undulated against his thigh. He broke the clinch and began kissing his way down her body, following the intoxicating scent of the rose essence. He kissed her breasts, laving her nipples with his tongue, while pleasure moans rose in her throat. He nibbled and sucked until her whole body quivered as she came again. His lips moved lower and lower; crossing her mound, he flicked a teasing tongue between the swollen minora that peeked out of her slit, before moving down to her inner thighs. When his mouth found her center again, she drew up her knees and spread them wide apart to give him access. Spreading her lips with his fingers, his mouth feasted on her. He dipped his tongue as deep as it would go into her vagina, then drew her juices up over her engorged clit. He tongued her, sucked her, drew her into his mouth. She raked his back with her nails, bucked her hips against his mouth, then flooded his face as she came. "God, Nathan, you turn me inside out." When he moved to caress her with his mouth again, she pulled his head away. "Come inside me, now." He guided his cock between her parted lips and entered her, slowly, steadily. Hot. Wet. Tight. Silky smooth. When he bottomed out inside her, she felt like he'd reached her heart. "I love you, Nathan." "I love you, Colleen." He rose and then slid back again. Slowly. Gently. Her hips began to rise and she met his thrusts with her own. As they picked up the pace, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him ever deeper inside her. They reached their peak at the same time. As he emptied himself inside her, her vagina contracted, then pulsed, sucking out his last drops. He stayed inside her until his cock went flaccid and slipped out. He watched in fascination as his semen oozed out of her cunt. They held each other, kissing and stroking, until he rolled over, exhausted, on his back. "Hey, I'm not through with you yet," she said, with a mischievous smile on her face. She leaned over him and trailed her hair across his cock. It stirred a bit and she reached down and shook it with her hand, watching it flop back and forth. "Up there, big fella," she said, speaking right to his penis. She bent down and took him in her mouth, sucking him back to full attention. Already wet with desire, she straddled him and guided his cock with her hand, then sank down and filled herself up. She leaned forward, her hair covering them both like a tent. He adored the way her breasts hung before him, and cradled them both in his hands. She mewled softly as played with her nipples. Reaching behind her, she gently massaged his balls. She rose up and slid down him again, encasing his throbbing erection in a tight sheath of liquid velvet. She rocked back and forth against him, her clit pressing against his pubic bone. She came hard, flooding him with her juices. Flexing her vaginal muscles, she milked him until he erupted inside her. Now exhausted, she rolled off him and pulled the covers over them both. They cuddled, spoon-style, his hand holding her breast, until they both drifted off. In the middle of the night, she wriggled against him, her ass cheeks pressed into his groin. He hardened again, lifted her leg, and slid into to her soaking wet pussy. He fell right back to sleep and was still inside her in the morning. He was up and dressed in his terry robe when she finally stirred as the sun shone in the window. "Good morning, beautiful naked lady." "Oh, Nathan, that was the most wonderful night of my life. I hate to leave." "Good, because while you were still sleeping, I booked the room for the rest of the weekend." "My hero! I better call home and tell them." Kathleen picked up the phone. "Hey, big sister, tell Mom we're staying here and I'll be home after school Monday. Yes, it was wonderful! No, no details. Tell you later." She wiggled into her robe and gave Nathan a big kiss. "God, I am hungry! Need food." They studied the room service menu and Nathan picked up the phone. He ordered eggs Benedict, hash browns, sour dough toast, cantaloupe, cheese Danish, a pot of coffee, and a pitcher of mimosas. When their breakfast arrived, it was accompanied by a bowl of floating gardenias and amaryllis that perfumed the air. They settled in at the table by the window with a view of the whole town beneath them. The river sparkled in the distance. While they were eating, the maids came in to do up their room. They giggled and chattered in Spanish as they wadded up the sheet with the squished rose petals on it. Colleen blushed crimson. When they finished eating, Nathan pushed the room service tray out into the hallway and hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob. Both were giddy from the mimosas. "I need a shower. Care to join me, big boy?" She batted her eyelashes shamelessly in his face. Before he could answer, she grasped his penis and led him into the bath. The shower was as big as her whole bathroom at home. Completely clad in granite, it had multiple shower heads, body sprays, and a massaging unit. They turned everything on full force and basked in the luxury. Nathan picked up the bar of rosewater glycerin soap. "Turn around, I'll wash your back." Keeping the bar in his hand, he covered her back until it was lathered and slippery. He roamed lower, soaping her beautiful globes and the crack in between. He reached between her legs and teased her pussy from behind before moving down her thighs. She cooed with pleasure. Still behind her, he reached around and soaped her breasts, slowly and lovingly. Her nipples stiffened under his fingers. He moved down her belly, then slipped the soap between her legs. She grabbed his hand and pulled it into her center. He dropped the soap and slipped two fingers inside her, sawing them in and out until she cried out in the throes of orgasm. She threw her arms around his neck to keep her balance as her knees turned to jelly. "My turn to do you." She duplicated his ministrations stroke for stroke. "Did anybody ever tell you you've got a great ass?" She reached between his legs and lathered his balls. She soaped his swollen cock until it was slimy with lather, then began to slide her hands up and down. She gripped the head and twisted her hand around and around. A sound that resembled a low growl emerged from his throat. He reached for her, and she backed away. "This one's just for you, so stand still and enjoy it." She pumped him faster and faster, one hand cupping his balls. She felt them contract and his sac harden as he shot a rope against the granite wall. Satiated, he sat on the shower bench and watched her shampoo her hair. They stepped out of the shower and took the huge heated towels, each drying the other with the soft nap. That was foreplay in itself and they became aroused again. She sat naked at the dressing table and used her blow dryer. When it was dry, she reached for her hairbrush. "Let me do that," he said, taking the brush out of her hand. It was a sensuous experience for both of them. He brushed with one hand and ran his other one through the silky golden threads. Wrapping a strand around his cock, he teased himself into another throbbing erection. When he was finished, Colleen went over to the bed, knelt down on all fours and wiggled her ass in his direction. Enraptured by the sight of her pussy from this entirely different perspective, he began to lick her, thrusting his tongue deep into her hole. She reached between her legs and spread her lips wide apart, exposing a mélange of pink flesh surrounding her deep and mysterious tunnel. With his feet planted on the floor, he slipped into her. Grasping her hips, he rocked her back and forth as he thrust forward. They exploded together in perfect synchronicity. Flopping back onto the bed, they lay exhausted in each other's arms. "Let's stay naked all day."