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Justine: Like Cinnamon

By: drsalt



Freddy reclined on the couch. He was busily contemplating the appearance of his penis. The skin was soft, yet tough, somehow. He looked at the "rings" around it, the shallow folds that would disappear when it lengthened and got hard. That wasn't going to happen any time soon, since he had just jerked off.

Freddy was home from school, having faked a stomach ache to get out of the field trip to the local newspaper publishing plant. He could give a shit about how a newspaper got from the word processors of the reporters to the street. How complicated could it be? He rolled over and reached for the remote. There was only two months left of high school for him, anyway.

As he flipped through the dull list of daytime soap operas, ancient movies and infomercials, he thought about Justine. She was Freddy's latest crush at school. The girl had just transferred in from some place back east -- Pennsylvania? Virginia? He couldn't remember, and nobody he knew really had cracked her shell yet. She seemed isolated and aloof. Freddy thought she had the most interesting face in the school, though. Her hair was dark brown and hung to her waist. The eyes (that had fallen directly on Freddy exactly once in the two weeks she had been in his home room) looked like they were black when she looked right at him, but at other times they looked like they were blue, or even green.

Most of the guys had already written her off, since she was fat. Freddy usually would have, too, but for the circumstances under which she had looked directly at him. He had been walking down the hall and she had dropped one of her books. Freddy had bent, picked it up and handed it back to her. She looked into his eyes as she took it from him with a 'thank you'. Freddy felt something inside himself flip over and a shiver went up his spine. He watched her lips curl slightly into a half smile when her hand touched his own for a brief instant. It felt like she was looking through him -- as if she suddenly knew everything about him.

The incident had unsettled him for the rest of the day and for a couple days afterward. She didn't pay any more attention to him than to anybody else, but he felt as if something was going on whenever they were in the same classroom. Besides his homeroom ( English class), she was also in his music class. He didn't particularly want to take a music appreciation class, but it fulfilled a requirement that he needed for graduation. The fifty minutes he spent there twice a week had been dull until Justine showed up. Before that, Freddy used the time to catch up on his math homework. These days Freddy spent the time pondering Justine, sitting three rows ahead of him, her hair draped over the back of her chair. Her hips were broad, extending past at least one side of the chair, but they were shapely. There was just something about her that excited him.

Freddy dropped the remote to the couch cushion and rose to his feet. It was getting late. School would be out in another half hour and Charlie might stop by, since Freddy had skipped the day. He went to his room and slipped into a pair of sweat pants, just in case. It wasn't that Charlie had never seen him naked. They had Phys-Ed together, after all. Still, they were 'guys', the way American boys are. All testosterone and macho bullshit. Freddy liked Charlie, but he had never examined his friendship with the other guys, Charlie included. But Charlie was his best friend. They were close and talked about the most intimate things together -- but they knew they both had secrets that were not subject to discussion.

Freddy went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He was reaching for the milk when the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock on the stove, he saw that it was later than he had thought. School had been out for a half hour already. Charlie must have skipped tennis practice to come see him. He padded down the hall to the front door.

When he opened the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly he was really happy he'd put on some clothes. Instead of Charlie's goofy grin, he was looking at the substantial bulk of Justine standing on the porch. She took in his bare chest and belly, then let her eyes drift slowly down from his waist to his bare feet. They snapped back up to his face and she smiled that little smile again.

"Hi. Can I come in?" she asked. Her voice sounded strange to Freddy. It wasn't as if she was asking, more like she was demanding to be let in. Without a word, he stood to one side and she swept into the hallway. She was wearing jeans and a kind of tank top with a loose, unbuttoned shirt over it. As she passed him he caught the trace of cinnamon scent he had noticed the day he had picked up her book for her. It was weird that he had never realized it before. Justine walked down the hall and went left into the living room as if she had an appointment with somebody.

Freddy looked outside, expecting to see Charlie, but there was no one in sight. He closed the door and followed in the cinnamon scented wake of the new girl. In the living room, Freddy saw, Justine was examining the photos that covered the mantel. They were all family pictures, chronicling the years from when Freddy had started school until last year when he had won the regional spelling bee. He simply stood and looked at this creature for a minute.

She was large, true. But she had a figure. Freddy had already noticed that her breasts were larger than most of the other girls'. But he had never taken the opportunity to really study her. From the width of her chest, her waist curved in smoothly before broadening out into wide hips. In her tight jeans, her ass was emphasized. It was nicely rounded, and the two halves of her ass were divided by the seam of the jeans. Below were two thick, strong legs. Freddy felt his dick stir in his sweats, imagining what that ass would look like naked. It surprised him, but he didn't dwell on it at the time. He felt awkward standing there without a shirt on. Just then, she turned to face him.

"I noticed you weren't in school today," she said. "I hope you aren't contagious." She said it with a grin that sort of lit up her face. Freddy realized it was the first time he'd seen her smile that way. It made her much more attractive -- not that she wasn't, it was just harder to see when she was frowning or straight-faced.

"Uh, no. I really wasn't sick," he admitted, surprising himself. "I just didn't really care about going downtown to see the newspaper place."

"Yeah," she agreed, "It was no big deal. Still, we got out of school for half a day." She had started moving, not looking at Freddy, but exploring the room. She was in front of the bookcase now and running her hand along the rows of books. "Hey! I read this one. Is it yours?" she asked, pulling a slim blue volume from the shelf. Freddy crossed the room to stand next to her. It was an account of one of the first white explorers to travel the Amazon. He had received it from an aunt the Christmas before.

"Yeah, it wasn't bad," he admitted. "What about these?" he asked, pointing to a series by one of his favorite sci-fi authors. She nodded and the conversation was off. They discussed several points about the series, as well as some other sci-fi books they had both read. Suddenly, Freddy felt as if he had known this girl for a long time.

He offered, and she accepted, a soda and he went to the kitchen to get them. He hadn't expected her to, but she followed him out there. She relaxed into a chair at the table and set her books down on the Formica surface. Freddy sat opposite her and shivered when his bare back came into contact with the plastic upholstery of the chair. Her eyes flicked quickly down to his chest and Freddy realized his nipples were erect from the chill. He suddenly felt very naked. Here was this strange girl in his kitchen and he was half naked. She didn't seem embarrassed by her interest in his hard nipples, either. She just smiled again when she looked up at him. Freddy began to feel an interest in her he hadn't expected.

She watched him as she sipped her soda. "I brought the English homework, in case you're interested. It's just some fucking poem we are supposed to dissect and analyze." Her swearing surprised Freddy. Not that he'd never heard girls cuss before, but he and Justine were virtually strangers. Before today less than a handful of words had passed between them She seemed comfortable with him, though. He realized, moreover, that he felt comfortable with her. She opened the book and turned it so he could see the page with the poetry. Then she rose from her chair and stood behind him while he pretended to study the poem. He felt the heat from her body radiating on his bare back. When she reached over his shoulder to point to a line of the poem, her right tit came into contact with his shoulder blade. He felt a little jolt again, like when their hands touched as he had handed her book back to her in the hall at school.

She stood back then and Freddy leaned back in the chair. The air currents brought her scent to his nose again and he asked her, "What perfume is that? It's like cinnamon."

"Huh?" she asked. "I'm not wearing perfume." She raised her arm and sniffed the sleeve of her shirt. "Oh. I think it's something my mom uses in the laundry," she said, passing the subject off. "Your parents both at work?" she asked.

"Yeah. They won't be home for a while," he replied without thinking about it. "My dad gets home first, around six. My mom works until six-thirty, so she doesn't get here until nearly seven-thirty. Glancing at the clock, Freddy saw that it was only four just then.

"Show me the house?" she asked. Freddy rose from the chair, finding the request just a bit strange. Justine turned and walked back into the living room, taking the can of soda with her. Freddy followed. He showed her the first floor bathroom and the den where his dad's computer was, then they walked upstairs. He pointed down the hall to his older brother's room. "He's at the University. It's his second year," he said. They walked past his parents' room and the half-bath to where the door to Freddy's room stood open. Justine walked over the threshold and stood in the middle of the room. She turned a full circle, taking in all the posters and the plastic models standing on the book shelves. Freddy's laptop was on the desk.

When she was facing him again, she smiled and said, "Cool. You have a basement?" Freddy nodded, feeling something that wasn't entirely comfortable, but that was kind of exciting at the same time. This girl seemed like a friend, even though he knew virtually nothing about her. The little time they'd spent together felt like longer. He went back downstairs and through the kitchen, Justine at his heels. He opened the door to the basement and descended before her. A hallway led to the right, perpendicular to the stairs. A small laundry room was on the left. Ten feet or so from the stairs was a doorway that opened into the main part of the basement. Freddy's dad had finished it himself, turning it into a kind of family room. This was where he and his dad watched the games on weekends. There was a wet bar in one corner, complete with refrigerator. The floor was covered with a blue indoor-outdoor carpet. The former living room couch sat across from the large-screen TV set. A video game console was hooked up to it. Justine's eyes lit up when she saw the old pinball machine against the wall.

"Does that thing work?" she asked. Freddy told her it did. His dad had picked it up at a garage sale and restored it. He had fixed it so it didn't take coins any more. All play was free. He clicked the start button and the bells rang and a shiny steel ball kicked up into the chute. He pulled the plunger to set the ball off on its course, clicking against bumpers and ringing the various bells. Justine watched a minute before she moved to stand in front of the machine, hitting the flipper buttons when the ball came close. The ball dropped into the hole and she kicked another one up. She played that one, bumping the table with her hips as she tried to score more points. Freddy thought as he watched that she wasn't bad at this. He looked at her face from the side, too. She was really pretty, he decided. Suddenly he felt naked again, and thought about seeing if there was a shirt in the dryer.

When the last ball fell into the slot, she turned to him. He had been looking at the smooth curve of her cheek and she caught him looking. She smiled a kind of crooked smile and asked, "So...are we gonna be friends, or what?" Freddy reddened because he had been thinking what she might look like naked. Something in her expression told him that Justine knew what he'd been thinking.

"Well, sure. Why not? I mean, aren't we already?" he responded lamely. She reached over and brushed his shoulder, as if there had been lint there or something. The jolt recurred. Freddy, curious now about that, reached toward her face. His hand touched her cheek. Her eyes were focused on his and there was a smile on her lips. There was no jolt when he touched her, but when she moved closer to him, Freddy began to think that something was going to happen. When she moved close enough that her tits were touching his chest, he knew he was right. Her arms went around his waist and she moved closer still, mashing her tits against his chest. Her warm belly rubbed against his own and she tipped her head back. Freddy bent and kissed her lips. Everything about this girl was warm, he thought. Her hands slid down to his ass and he pulled his head back in surprise. She just chuckled and squeezed his buns and kissed him where his neck joined his shoulder. It sent a pleasurable chill down his spine. Then she put her mouth close to his ear.

"I love a guy who doesn't wear underwear. Want a blow job?" she whispered. Freddy almost came in his pants! No girl had ever asked him anything of the kind! In fact, except for some clumsy fumbling in a dark theater, Freddy was a virgin. He couldn't do anything but nod his head. She led him to the old couch and turned him toward her. She maintained eye contact as she reached down and pulled his sweats down to his knees. His dick popped out, since it had already gotten the message. She placed her hands on Freddy's belly and pushed. He flopped onto the couch and she knelt in front of him.

Justine pushed his knees apart and ran her hands up his thighs. She took a couple of 'knee-steps' to bring herself close enough, then dipped her head toward his erection. Her tongue snaked out and licked lightly up the shaft. Freddy shuddered and closed his eyes. He wanted to watch, but he was somehow embarrassed. He looked again as she used her hand (which felt absolutely hot now!) to angle his penis toward her face. Her tongue again emerged and lapped around the engorged head. Freddy thought he was going to pass out. It felt so fucking good! When she slid her mouth over his cock and about halfway into her mouth, he climaxed. Just that quick!

Her head bobbed as he filled her mouth with his semen, embarrassed at having come so quickly. She kept at it until he was spent. She lifted her head and looked at him. She licked her lips lasciviously and smiled that smile again. "First time?" she asked, not unkindly. Freddy just nodded his head. "Well, it won't be the last," she said. She stood up then and took off her shirt. The big clock on the wall said it was only four-thirty. They had at least an hour and a half...

Justine: Like Cinnamon Ch. 02



As Justine's filmy overshirt dropped to the floor, she plucked the hem of the tank top up and pulled that off, too. Her large breasts stood out from her chest, tipped with light pink nipples. Freddy wondered if giving him a blow job had made them that hard. He was struggling to free his feet from his sweat pants as she unbuttoned her jeans and rolled them, together with her lacy black panties over her wide hips.

His cock hadn't softened after his orgasm the way it did when he jerked off. That was understandable, since this was the first time he'd seen a naked girl in person. His eyes went to her crotch and widened at the lack of hair there. "I shave it," she said, matter of factly. "Do you like it?" She spread her legs so he could see her naked cunt. Freddy nodded dumbly. She giggled. Her outer labia were swollen and the inner lips peeked from between them. If Freddy had known more about the female anatomy, he would have known this indicated excitement.

She moved closer to where he sat entranced on the couch. "You've never had sex, have you?" she asked. The way she said it was more rhetorical than a real question. Freddy's cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

"No," was all he said. It was hard for him to even get that one word out. His throat felt like it was closing up. He coughed and cleared it. Now she was right in front of him, her knees touching his. She took his hands and put them on her breasts. She felt them trembling.

"Hey, relax," she said quietly. "We'll take some time. Just relax and enjoy this." Now she put a knee on either side of his thighs and leaned toward him. "Suck on my tits," she breathed, eyes closed now and her hands on top of his. She moved her hands to his shoulders and brought her breasts within reach of his lips. He opened his mouth and felt the hardened nipple on his tongue. He sucked gently, his hands gripping both tits firmly. "Harder," her voice was barely more than a whisper. He obeyed. "Harder," she commanded again.

Deciding she knew what she liked, Freddy abandoned the idea that he might hurt her. He sucked hard then. He was rewarded by a hiss of pleasure from her. She again took his hands in hers and slid them from her breasts down her sides and hips. Needing no more direction, Freddy continued to suck, switching from one large mound of flesh to the other, and wrapped his hands around her to clutch her fleshy ass cheeks. They felt huge in his hands, but that only made them sexier he thought. He groaned around the nipple he was sucking on. Inspired by her demand for harder suction, he took the initiative and bit her lightly. More a nibble than a bite. "Yessss...!" was his reward this time.

He kneaded her ass and suckled her for a few minutes, but his mind was now centered on the mysterious slit between her round thighs. He slipped one hand around to the front and moved it slowly toward her crotch. The temperature increased the closer he got. Then the side of his hand felt the incredible softness of her labia. A shiver went through him and he felt an oozing from his penis. She opened her legs farther and made encouraging noises as he began to explore.

Now Justine was trembling too. He flattened his hand against the damp flower and just absorbed the feelings coursing through him. Then Justine leaned back enough to extract her nipple from his mouth. She moved to the side and lay beside him. "Lick me, Freddy," she said. "You'll like it, I promise." Freddy had read about it but was scared. Still, she had blown him and swallowed, too. Fair was fair, he told himself and turned to bend forward.

The cinnamon scent was here, too. It was mixed with a musky, wild aroma that Freddy would learn in the coming years was the scent of a woman in heat. Right then, however, it was the strangest, most wonderful thing he had ever smelled. He inhaled deeply as he brought his face closer to the hairless mound between Justine's thighs. Then his nose touched her. Freddy moved his head from side to side, feeling the light stubble. His tongue emerged and licked lightly along the soft slit. The taste was even more incredible than the scent! He licked again, this time his saliva allowed his tongue to slip between her lips and dip into the darkness inside. Salty, tangy, sweet, all at once! His hands gripped her thighs hard and he dove in then. Justine gasped and writhed under him. She whimpered and pulled his hair. She pushed herself hard against his mouth as if she wanted him completely inside her juicy tunnel.

Freddy improvised and sucked as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could, and sucked harder. If she liked her nipples sucked so hard, maybe she liked it here, too, he thought. He was right. Her whimper suddenly rose to a loud groan and a, "Oh...God! Yes! Just like that!" Her voice seemed in a higher register than normal. She spread her legs farther yet and Freddy realized with a shock that his chin was bumping against her asshole! He'd read somewhere about that, too. He suddenly wondered if he had the nerve...

He released her vagina from his oral grip and directed his tongue further south. He was there! There was a marked difference in taste. More tangy than sweet. He rubbed the puckered opening with the tip of his tongue and Justine squealed even louder. "Ahhh! OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD!" She wrapped her thighs tight to his head and suddenly he was suffocating! He tried to escape, but she held him too tight as she rode her orgasm out. He managed to turn enough to grab a breath, but he was trapped in the sweetest snare he could think of. Her juices were oozing out of her slit. He felt them and opened his mouth again to lap them up.

Her grasp eased and he pulled her legs apart again. He looked at her face. She wore a dreamy grin and her eyes were mere slits above her round cheeks. She stroked his back with her smooth feet. Then she took his arms in her hands and tugged him toward her. He moved up on top of her and she kissed him ravenously. His cock was now against her pussy. She quickly reached down and centered him. He thrust forward and was immediately inside her dripping sheath. Just like that, Freddy was no longer a virgin! It was wonderful! He pumped only a few times before he began to spurt again, this time inside the very first vagina he had ever known. Then it was over. Just like that, he thought...just like that. It was over.

Somewhere deep in his brain he sensed a slight disappointment. It seemed like it should have been more...more....well, just more something. It was too simple. Still Justine was still there naked underneath him. He smiled back at her and kissed her again. His face was still smeared with her juices, but she seemed to like them, or at least didn't dislike them. She even licked his chin and cheeks, cleaning herself off him.

His penis was still stiff and still inside her. He experimentally moved it in and out a few times. It still felt great. She raised her eyebrows in question. He shrugged and began to fuck her again seriously. In later years, he would learn what a treat she had given him in her hairlessness. Stiff, wiry pubic hair would chafe his belly and face with other women. That afternoon he knew the joy without realizing what a joy it was. He established a rhythm and heard and felt his belly slapping against hers as he fucked her. The heat mounted again between them and soon she was driving up at him as strongly as he was driving into her. They reached their climax within seconds of each other. He felt her muscles contract around his shaft in spasms, just as he was throbbing out his own third orgasm.

They lay there in the cool basement, the sweat drying on their bodies. Freddy looked into Justine's eyes with a new sense of...what? Love? Could that be, he wondered? He didn't want to think about it right then. He looked away. Justine stiffened under him. "What?" he asked her.

"Nothing," she said softly. "It's just that I've seen that look before."

"What look?" he asked, afraid he knew the answer. Had he shown something he didn't want to think about?

"The look of, 'well, I fucked her, now I wish she'd just get the hell out'." her voice had taken on a resentment and she seemed to pull into herself. She seemed to be trying to extricate herself from beneath him Freddy didn't want her to think that of him. He honestly hadn't felt that, either. He had to explain.

He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back down. He pulled his gooey cock out of her and straddled her hips. He left a snail trail from her vagina to her navel. He looked into her eyes. "Justine! I wasn't thinking that at all! I don't really know what I was thinking or feeling, except a huge gratitude to you." Her eyes widened a bit, then Freddy was distressed to see them begin to glisten in the dim light. 'Uh-oh!' he thought, 'She's gonna cry!' And she did. It wasn't the sobbing and sniffling kind of crying, just a soundless oozing of tears from the corner of her eyes. She let her hands rest on his bare thighs and they sat there for a few minutes in silence.

"I don't know how to tell you what this meant to me, Justine," he said. "It was...it was, well incredible! I never knew what it would feel like to really have sex with a girl. It was like I'd imagined, but different, too." She smiled slightly then and nodded her head. The tears, Freddy saw with relief, seemed to have stopped. He leaned forward and kissed her gently this time. He took her face in his hands and kissed her again. Then he kissed the corners of her mouth and her cheeks. When he kissed her nose, she seemed to have escaped her dark mood. She giggled and took his soft penis in her hand. It twitched and they both laughed.

"Bring that up here," she told him, tugging at it. He moved higher until her tits were in his crotch. She took his entire cock into her mouth, sucking it and rolling it around in there. It began to harden again and she released it completely. "Huh-uh!" she said. "I have to go now."

Suddenly that seemed like a good idea to Freddy too. Was this the feeling she'd mentioned? Why was it okay now, when it was such a bad thing a few minutes ago? Was it because it was her idea? Freddy was getting a lot of first lessons about women that afternoon, if he'd been paying attention. But he really wasn't. It didn't matter, he decided, if it was her idea. The result was the same. It wasn't that he didn't like her or want her to come back. It was that he felt a strong desire to be alone again right then. He had to think about what they had done.

"Okay," he said to her, standing up and picking up her clothes for her. "I want to think about this, Justine. Then I want to talk to you about it." She looked at him with a surprised look on her face. She tipped her head to one side and frowned a little bit. She was still smiling a little bit, too. Maybe that idea was new to her, too.

"All right, Freddy. I need to use the bathroom now." They walked up the stairs naked. Freddy admired the sway and bounce of her ass ahead of him. He remembered his earlier thoughts, imagining the sight before him. His imagination was nothing compared to the reality.

Justine didn't close the bathroom door. Freddy watched her run warm water and wash her crotch. The folds of flesh around her middle took on different fascinating shapes as she bent and turned. 'S' curves and creases came into being and vanished. He moved into the room and sat on the toilet lid. Boldly, he took the cloth from her and turned her around. He rinsed it and told her to bend over. She leaned her hands on the edge of the tub and he bathed her crotch and the crack of her ass with the warm cloth. He moved slow and enjoyed the sensations and sights. "You keep that up, and we'll have to go again," she said. In truth, Freddy noticed his dick was rising again. "But I have to get home." She stood up and dried herself with the towel on the rack. "You might want to wash those before somebody else smells them," she warned him. He tossed the wet things into the hamper.

Noticing one of his shirts hanging on the inner doorknob, he put it on, along with his sweats. Justine had just finished dressing when the doorbell rang. They froze. They were dressed, nothing out of the ordinary. Back in the kitchen, Justine picked up her things and her abandoned soda. She heard Freddy open the door and another male voice. She walked into the room to see Freddy's friend Charlie on the doorstep. His eyes widened when he saw Justine. She just stared back at him until he dropped his gaze. "I, uh, just wanted to see you were okay, Man," Charlie stammered. Then, as an afterthought, "Hi, Justine." She said hello to him.

Turning to Freddy, "If you have any questions about the poem, just call me," she said, all business. She moved past Charlie, who moved aside to give her room. She stepped down the concrete steps and along the walk to the street without a look back.

The boys watched her leave then Charlie turned to Freddy with a sly grin. Freddy punched him in the stomach, saying, "Get your mind out of the gutter Shithead! She was nice enough to bring me our English homework."

"Yeah...sure!" The grin was still plastered to Charlie's lips. "So, how was the...er...homework?" Freddy shoved him this time and he nearly fell off the porch.

"Knock it off! She's nice. I might even ask her to a movie, maybe the prom."

"Okay, okay," Charlie said. "But those tits and that ass! She's fat, but kind of...I don't know..."

"Kind of sexy anyway? Is that what you mean?" Freddy asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. Even if she's no Brittney Spears. At least she's here and real. Smells good, too, did you notice? Kind of like cinnamon, but like something else, too." Freddy realized Charlie's nose had picked up the scent of sex. But Charlie was a virgin, too, so he didn't know what it was. Freddy laughed to himself.

"Yeah, I noticed," Freddy said to his friend. They went inside and down to the basement. The TV sprang to life and they played some video games. When Freddy's dad came home, Charlie took it as his cue to go home for dinner.

Freddy took the English book from the kitchen table. It felt strange. Something was in it. His dad was peering into the back of the refrigerator, so he didn't see the lacy pair of black panties Justine had stuffed into the book as a gift to Freddy. He balled them up in his hand and left the room rapidly. In his bedroom with the door closed, Freddy brought the underwear to his nose. Justine's cinnamon/musk scent went straight to his brain. He lay down on the bed and pushed his pants down and began to stroke his hardening cock...



Justine: Like Cinnamon Ch. 03



This is the third part of the story of Justine and Freddy. The first two parts are in the 'First Time' area. There are no virgins in the story any more. Future parts will show up in various other areas on Literotica. Tell me what you think.

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All the next week after Justine had "deflowered" Freddy, she seemed distant. During music, she had been given some special assignment and had a pass to the library. The only other class they shared was home room English. Before class on Monday, Freddy saw Justine had already arrived. Her desk was across the room from his, next to the window. She never looked up at him. Then the teacher was there and class droned on.

After class, he waited for her outside the room, hoping to talk to her. She barely said hello as she breezed past him. He couldn't figure it out. He turned the other way and went to his next class. The day passed as they all did.

It was not until Thursday, after school, that Freddy finally ran her down. He had learned which door she used when school was out. He rushed there after sixth period and waited for her. She walked out and across the grass without looking to either side. That was why she didn't see him. He trailed her without saying anything. Down the street to the corner, across the next avenue he followed. Just past the hardware store on the corner was the wrought iron fence that enclosed Library Park. Arched gates penetrated the fence at intervals all around the park. Freddy knew Justine lived somewhere west on Detroit Avenue, the street that marked the opposite end of the park.

A brainstorm hit him. He could cut across the park and meet her when she turned down Detroit. She wasn't walking that fast, so he ducked through the first arch and trotted down the trail between the trees. He followed the curving path around the duck pond where they skated in the winter, then up the rise to the far side and the arch fronting Detroit. He caught his breath and tried to adopt a casual attitude, leaning against the fence.

Justine rounded the corner and marched toward Freddy's position. She had a book open, reading as she walked. "Hey, Justine!" Freddy pretended he had just seen her. She skidded to a stop and looked up at him wide-eyed. When she saw it was Freddy, her expression morphed to a sarcastic one.

"Gee, Freddy! Aren't you a little bit out of your way here?"

"I just wanted to talk to you. Are you mad at me or something?" his voice cracked at the end there. He cleared his throat. Justine looked over her shoulder and around, trying to see if anybody was close enough to eavesdrop on them.

"No. I'm not mad. I just didn't want you to...I didn't want to... Oh, shit! I don't know what I wanted or didn't want. Look, let's go in there and find a bench." She raised her round chin, indicating the park. They turned and walked under the canopy of oak and elm trees side by side. Justine kept peering around them furtively.

"Are you looking for somebody?" Freddy asked. The thought occurred just then. Maybe she had started going out with somebody. Now he, too, cast his gaze around them. There were several people scattered around, mostly older folks and women with strollers. They seemed to be the only teens around.

"No. I just thought it might be better if we weren't seen together. You know, your reputation, and all," she said quietly. They came to a bench that was overhung by a thick hedge. Freddy took her elbow and guided her down onto it. He sat beside her and put his books behind him. Her answer puzzled him.

"What do you mean, 'my reputation'?" he asked her.

"Well, people might think you liked me or something. They'd kid you about liking a fat girl." She refused to look at him when she said that. All the confidence she'd exhibited last week had evaporated.

"I thought we had done with that subject, Jus'," Freddy said. Her attitude hurt his feelings. "I DO like you. I don't care who knows it. I mean, I didn't tell anybody about last week, and I'm not going to. That was between us. We can still be friends, you know. And if...well, nobody needs to know what kind of friends we are. Even if we never...never have sex again, I still want to be friends." Now she looked up at him.

"Do you know how many friends I have here, Fred?" She paused, then went on. "Exactly three! Four if you count. People really are assholes, you know?" Freddy hadn't really thought about it. He had lots of friends. Some of them -- guys as well as girls -- were overweight, or ugly, or there was Tank, who had the cleft palate and talked funny. Now he understood her aloof attitude.

"Justine! Listen to me. It's not them, it's you! You seem to be off in your own world all the time. It isn't about your shape or your weight. All the guys I know have only said good things about your body. They all love your big tits!" He elbowed her gently in the ribs and was rewarded with a weak smile. "Then there's me," he said with less confidence in his voice. Now it was Freddy who seemed to be examining the grass at his feet. "I really, really like you, Jus'."

She stared at the side of his red face. She had thought -- even this afternoon, when she noticed him following her -- that he just wanted to fuck her again, in spite of her fat. A glimmer of sunshine threatened to poke through her perpetual overcast heart. She was afraid to believe him. The guys back home sometimes talked like this, but not for long. As soon as some little cupcake batted her eyelashes at him, he was gone. And they never, never wanted to be seen with her in public. Freddy raised his eyes to meet hers. He smiled. It was a kind of sick smile, but it was a smile. She smiled back. The uneasiness passed from his face and it became a real smile.

He leaned forward and kissed her. She sighed through the long kiss. She opened her lips and his tongue wound its way inside her mouth. She felt her belly get liquid and the heat she remembered from Friday returned. His arms went around her. She blindly found a place for her books behind her somewhere and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Ten minutes passed. Freddy was marginally aware of several people walking by on the path. When he couldn't stand it any more, he broke the kiss long enough to look around them. They were alone for the time being. His hand rose to cup her large left breast. She sighed and kissed his neck. Under her shirt, under the thickness of her bra, he felt her nipple hardening.

She reared back and looked into his eyes. She smiled again. She looked around. Seeing no one, she stood up and pulled him up with her. With his hand in hers, she walked around the bench and pushed into the deep hedge behind it. They fought their way through the worst of it. In the middle, the foliage thinned some. Then she ducked down and Freddy followed her ass in its casing of tight denim. Her trademark scent of cinnamon suddenly hit him. That was the first time he realized he hadn't smelled it until now.

Justine knew park hedges. The caretakers trimmed the outsides. The inside of them, without the benefit of light and air, died some, leaving openings here and there. Justine found one of these and turned to Freddy. They could almost stand upright, but standing wasn't what was on her mind. She dropped to her knees and fumbled open Freddy's belt and jeans. She stripped them to his knees, along with his underwear. His stiff cock bobbed in the breeze. She trapped it without a word in her mouth and sucked him hard. His hands were on her shoulders as she slid her mouth up and down his length. She massaged his balls gently, then slipped a finger back between his sweaty ass cheeks. He bent his knees and let her play with his asshole. The orgasm burst over him suddenly. She sucked and sucked as he squirted his come into her mouth. She released him and he fell/sat in the dirt, not caring that his ass was getting dirty.

He stared at her in wonder. It was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him. Justine just sat there grinning at her handiwork. She loved the sense of power it gave her to reduce a guy to jelly by giving him a surprise blowjob -- or any blowjob, for that matter. She crossed her arms under her tits, lifting them, making them more prominent. When Freddy got up on his knees and came toward her, she held him off.

"Nope!" she said, laughing. "Not now. I'd love to, but I have to get home. Besides, somebody might come along out there and steal our books. Pull your britches up and let's get out of here." Freddy wanted to kiss her again, at least, so he did. The cinnamon scent was very strong then. She allowed the kiss, then dodged around him and back through the brush. She peeked out before emerging, brushing dead leaves and dirt from her knees. Freddy came crashing out in a few seconds. His arrival startled two old ladies who happened to be passing by. Justine laughed and jerked her finger toward him, telling the women, "He just had to pee." They huffed off and Justine giggled at Freddy's embarrassment.

Freddy walked her home and told her he'd see her the next day. It would be Friday again. At her door, he kissed her again. Just as they were finishing the kiss, the door opened behind Justine. Freddy looked up into the eyes of an older copy of Justine. She smiled and winked at Freddy before Justine turned around. "Oh! Mom, this is Freddy. Freddy, my mom, Sharon."

Freddy shook hands politely and said he was glad, etc., etc. Sharon kept smiling and said, "Well, I'm happy to see Justine is making friends. Are you a senior, too?" Freddy said he was. "I guess I can expect some 'study sessions', then, eh, Justine?" Freddy didn't know why the two women laughed at that.

The next day, when Justine walked home with Freddy -- to Freddy's place, she explained. "Mom told me about her study sessions with my dad in high school. They went to her room and fucked themselves silly, with my grandparents right downstairs! I told her about you last week." Freddy was astounded!

"You mean you told her we...?"

"Sure! She was glad. We have a very healthy attitude about sex in my family. Wait until you meet the rest of them!" Freddy thought that was a rather mysterious thing for her to say. He didn't know whether to look forward to meeting the family or not. Justine just laughed and pulled her pants down. She jumped on the couch and spread her legs, holding her arms out to Freddy. He dove on top of her. He had no idea of the adventures that lay ahead of him with this erotic young woman!