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One of Two Ch. 01

By: strickland83



Chapter 1 – Freudian Slip

The school bus rumbled on through the cold late-night air. As it hit a bump, I felt my bare leg brush against hers. How did I end up here? I wondered to myself. It was a long story and I knew it was only the beginning of what would surely become an even more interesting tale. Passing streetlights briefly illuminated the interior, revealing the blonde huddled next to me, her legs up on the seat as she struggled to keep my jacket over both of us. Beyond her, I could see some of my friends in the nearby seats. Most of them were sleeping, or talking quietly. What I was about to do was crazy. She was probably going to slap me, or at the very least get up and move to another seat. At the worst, she was going to make a loud scene. But if she didn't, did I really want this to continue? As I reached out to slide my hand between her knees, I thought back to how I had gotten into this situation …

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Over the summer, before my senior year began, I had met Carly. She was tall, trim and brunette. I was attracted to her at once. At that age, I would have been attracted to anyone female. What made her different was that she was attracted to me, only I didn't recognize this at first. She teased me a lot. It took me some time to realize she was teasing me more than she teased the other guys. She was paying a lot of attention to me. I wondered if she might like me. I decided to play along to see what happened.

What happened was that we started talking. It always started with a group of friends hanging out. Carly would tease me about just about anything. I didn't mind it because I liked having her attention. When she saw I was playing along, the teasing changed to something else. At first, it was light conversation – what teenagers talk about. Who was dating whom, what we were going to do after graduation, when we would each have that magical eighteenth birthday (mine in September right after school starts, hers a few weeks later), movies, songs, things that would turn out later to be unimportant but seemed to be so important to us at the time. A few people noticed this change, maybe even before I realized it, but no one said anything about it. Then, one hot afternoon the teasing turned into tickling.

The usual group was hanging out under this lone oak tree along a dirt road at the edge of a pasture. We met here often. It was outside of town and out of the way. We would sit there in the shade and talk for hours. On this day, we had been sitting on the ground when I started tickling Carly. I was so glad to have an excuse to put a hand on her that I was not about to let up. She was giggling so hard from my tickling that everybody turned to watch us. I laughed along but only tickled her harder. I was merciless.

She struggled to get out cries of Stop! Stop! I did everything but stop. Carly was trying to hit me but she was laughing too hard to put any strength behind her punches. She finally pushed me and rolled away into a ball. She looked at me kind of funny, then sat up, leaned over to Sharon and whispered something to her. Sharon's eyes grew wide. Carly said something else no one but Sharon could hear. Sharon got up and, standing in front of Carly, announced that she had to leave. She and Carly headed quickly to her car. They drove off without any further explanation.

I felt really bad. I thought I had pushed Carly too far. I was sitting there under that lonely tree, surrounded by my friends and feeling like shit. I had finally gotten my hands on Carly and I had driven her away. For a long time, everybody just stared at me, wondering what I had done to her. The dust stirred up by Sharon's car finally settled in the breezeless sky but the mood was definitely spoiled. Even though it was only early afternoon, the others drifted off, driving away until I was all alone under the tree. I sat there for probably an hour, all alone. I was trying to figure out what I had done wrong.

I could hear someone driving along the dusty road. The car stopped but I never looked up. A door opened. I was surprised when I heard Carly speaking.

"I'll be OK, Sharon. I don't know where everybody went, but I'll get a ride with Sam."

"Are you sure?" Sharon asked. "I can wait."

"Go. I need to tell him. I owe him that."

There was another short exchange I couldn't quite hear before the car door shut and the car slowly pulled away. I looked up to see Carly standing alone. She was wearing the halter top she had on earlier, the one I had run my hands over when I was tickling her. She was still wearing short shorts, but they were a different color. I figured she was there to tell me off, but I couldn't figure out why she would be willing to ride home with me after.

She was just standing there barely inside the shade of the oak tree. Beyond her, the bright sun was illuminating the empty field almost to the point of being featureless. My attention was on Carly. On her long lean legs, her brown hair, her cute face. She smiled.

"Huh?" I asked.

"What?" she asked back.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" She was grinning, obviously enjoying my confusion.

"I don't understand. What is going on?" I repeated.

She put her hands on her hips and stared at me. Then she looked around, as if to see if anyone else was still there. We were alone. There wasn't another person for miles. Just the two of us under that big oak tree in the field, surrounded by grass starting to turn brown from the summer sun. She seemed to be coming to a decision. She sighed and approached me.

When she reached me, she crouched down in front of me and sat cross-legged. She reached out for my hands. I expected that I was finally going to hear how I had hurt her, or worse. I was ready for what I knew I deserved. She was going to tell me off. She was going to confirm that I had ruined my chances with her.

"Where did everyone go?" she asked.

"Huh?" I asked. I wasn't sounding very intelligent. She told me as much.

"Why did everybody leave?" she asked, mirth in her voice.

"I think they didn't want to be around me. Carly, I'm really sorry I hurt you –" I started.

She cut me off. When she spoke, it was quiet and gentle. "You don't know why I left, do you?"

I shook my head.

"I had to." She had my full attention. This was not at all what I expected to hear. "You tickled me so hard that… I wet my pants." She laughed an embarrassed laugh.

I stared at her, at those lovely green eyes, not sure I had heard correctly. She grinned sheepishly and nodded.

"You wet -?" She nodded. "your –?" She again nodded. "I am so sorry. I never meant to –"

I intended to continue my apology but she stopped me with an index finger on my lips. I was still saying the last word when she touched my mouth and it was as if I was kissing her finger. She seemed to realize the same thing. There was but an instant of indecision in her eyes. Then, she quickly removed her finger, leaned forward, and kissed me.

I know you are supposed to close your eyes when you kiss someone, but I was too much in shock. My eyes were wide open, and I saw her face pressed against mine. Her expression was the loveliest thing I had ever seen. She was peaceful, happy, relaxed. I still had a shocked look on my face. Her lips were soft, warm, moist. I was confused. She pulled away and opened her eyes. When she focused on my face, she burst out laughing.

That was the only sound to be heard. Carly's laughter. It was a delightful sound. It was just really out of place, like everything else that had just happened.

"Don't you close your eyes when you kiss?" she asked as she convulsed in laughter. She was trying to look serious, but she just couldn't.

"Usually," I said.

She stopped laughing. "Oh." Silence. No more laughter. Her face fell. Now she was apologetic. "I thought you wanted me to kiss you. I shouldn't have done that."

Finally, my brain kicked into gear. I caught on to what was happening. I leaned forward, putting my hands on her bare shoulders. The feel of her skin in my hands was positively delightful. I pressed myself to her and kissed her back. I can still remember it so clearly that I can feel the softness of her lips. I can smell the light hint of perfume, feel the warm breeze blowing stray wisps of her hair against my cheeks even. As I kissed her, I put my arms around her. Her halter top covered to just a little below her breasts so my arms felt bare flesh when I wrapped them around her. I felt her put a hand to my cheek.

That kiss ended with both of us breathless. My heart was beating wildly. Carly was looking at me, her face still tilted to one side. She was studying my reaction. A smile slowly spread across my face, a reaction that was mirrored on hers.

"Yes, you should have," I told her as I caught my breath.

"You can do that whenever you want," she said with feeling.

"Did you really, you know, -?"

She nodded and blushed. "I had to go home and change."

"I'm so sorry," I apologized again.

"At the time, I was so ashamed. Now, it's funny. I just didn't know how I'd face you again."

"I was afraid I made you mad and maybe even hurt you."

"I loved what you were doing, except for what happened to my clothes," she said. "I was relieved when I got back and you were alone."

"You were?" I asked.

"Yes, I didn't have to explain to everyone why I had changed my pants." We both laughed.

We were two people alone on the face of the earth. There was no one else. Under that tree was our entire world. It was a magical afternoon. We talked and kissed, delighting in the feel of holding each other. All too soon, though, our afternoon came to an end. It was getting near dinnertime and we both knew it. The sun was sinking lower in the sky. We reluctantly got in my car. She slid next to me and held onto my arm. As we drove back to town, I enjoyed being so close to her. The afternoon had turned out so differently than how I had expected. After Carly had left with Sharon, I never imagined I'd be taking her home. I never imagined I'd ever be so close to her again.

When we got to her house, I walked her to the door. It was still daylight but that didn't stop her from kissing me goodbye. I was careful to keep the embrace chaste, aware that we might be watched by the neighbors. It wasn't easy but I behaved myself. We parted with the promise of more shared times to come.

After that first afternoon, we were a couple. We went everywhere together, whether hanging out with friends or dating. There were a few parties where we got into some really heavy kissing. We spent more afternoons together where we became more comfortable with each other. We progressed from kissing to exploration. By the time school started in the fall, we had gotten our hands into each other's pants. One night, after a movie, we had gone parking and got home really late. We really fogged up the car windows as we explored each other with our hands. It didn't progress beyond kissing and touching. We weren't ready to progress to things that carried the risk of pregnancy. Still, we lost track of time. I think both our parents figured out something was going on.

When school started, our different interests became apparent. My big focus was Army Junior ROTC. Carly's was theater. Each took a lot of time. Where possible, we supported each other's interests. There were also dances. These were social events that we shared with our usual group of friends, and a few new friends. After that late night at the movies, our parents had gotten suspicious and pressured us to double date. This really impacted our chances to spend more time alone.

JROTC meant a close knit group of friends. I knew my fellow classmates from prior years, of course. This being our senior year, we formed the cadre around which the battalion functioned. We were also active on various extra curricular teams. I continued on the drill team which meant a lot of weekend traveling to competition. There was a new class of freshmen to be trained. We also had a few new older cadets who joined after transferring from other schools. One of the new senior cadets, and one of those new friends, was Nancy.

Nancy had transferred from another school that also had an Army JROTC program so she fit in easily. She was a cute blonde with short hair and blue eyes. When I first saw her in class, I just about melted. If I hadn't been dating Carly, I would have been in love. As it was, we quickly became very good friends. Nancy fit right in with the group of friends Carly and I shared. When I couldn't be with Carly, I was usually talking to Nancy.

One night, after I had spoken to Carly, Nancy had called. She called to ask about a class, but the conversation continued beyond that. She knew I was dating Carly; we often talked about her. When it was time to hang up and go to sleep, we wished each other goodnight. Then, she said, "I love you." I froze. We both froze. I never knew whether it was a Freudian slip on her part or a test for me.

"Nancy, -" I started to say.

"I'm sorry," Nancy said quickly. "That just slipped out. I don't know why. Please don't tell Carly I said that."

"I think that would be best."

"Let's forget I said that."

"Alright," I agreed. I think we both knew at that moment, though, that either of us forgetting what she had just said was impossible.

After we hung up, I went to bed. Lying in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, I thought about Nancy. I thought about Carly. I thought about how I felt. I wasn't sure how I felt. If I had met Nancy first, I don't know if I would ever have gotten to know Carly. On the other hand, I was in love with Carly and didn't want to break up with her to pursue Nancy. I was very happy with what I had with Carly. Even if I did break up with Carly, there was no guarantee that I'd ever find as much happiness with Nancy.

I finally fell asleep after torturous hours thinking about the two girls in my life. It was ironic that most guys didn't find the love I had found with one girl. I had two girls – too many girls – in my life. Morning arrived with me feeling tired from lack of sleep and with nothing resolved. I guess I thought Nancy was cute (she was that and more) and I liked being around her. I was also very much in love with Carly. I hadn't thought about Nancy that way before last night. Well, maybe I had thought about it, but not really seriously. Not until she slipped up and said what she said. What if it wasn't a slip? What if it was intentional? What if it was what she felt in her heart?

When I got to school, I went looking for Carly. I knew I'd see Nancy soon enough in the class we shared. I was feeling a little guilty but I wasn't sure why. Nothing had happened. I hadn't done anything. Except thought about it.

I knew I still loved Carly. What I was afraid of was whether I was also starting to love Nancy. As more than a friend. As more than a very good friend.

Carly surprised me when she said, "What are you thinking so hard about?" with her usual cheerful smile. I hadn't noticed her coming up. I tried not to show it but my facial expression probably revealed something of what was torturing me. I tried to pass it off but Carly wasn't buying it.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

Is something wrong? Of course, but I couldn't say that. I couldn't tell her how confused I felt without hurting her. I tried to distract her by talking about other things, anything else. I needed some time to think. I also needed to talk to Nancy. The only thing I knew at that point was that I didn't want to hurt Carly. I didn't want to hurt our relationship.

Fortunately for me, it was soon time for class to begin so we had to go our separate ways. Carly's homeroom was her theater class. Mine was my JROTC class. The one I shared with Nancy. The two classes were on opposite ends of the campus so I had a lot of time to think as I walked. I thought about it but I just didn't know what I was going to say to Nancy. I wasn't even sure if I was going to say anything to Nancy. Maybe it had been just a slip. Maybe I was making something out of nothing. If so, why was I worried about it?

It was Monday so the class looked like any other. It was on Wednesdays, when we wore our uniforms, that the whole tone changed. Out of uniform, dressed in blue jeans like all the other students, we weren't all that different. Well, maybe a little more disciplined. I got there just as the bell was ringing. I took my usual seat next to Nancy but didn't get to talk to her before the instructor walked in. We all stood and came to attention when he arrived, then took our seats.

The first topic was a reminder of the upcoming drill meet out of state. We were going to leave school on Friday morning and spend the day driving to the meet. We would compete on Saturday and drive home on Sunday. The male and female teams would both be competing. My heart skipped a beat when the implication of that reminder hit me. I was on the male team. Nancy was on the female team. We'd be together all weekend. I cast a sidelong glance at Nancy and saw she was smiling. I wasn't sure if I was happy or scared.

Partway through the class, the instructor had to leave us to make some phone calls. We had some time to talk. Nancy turned to me.

"This is my first meet since I've started here. I think it will be fun."

If she only knew what I was thinking.

"Nancy, about last night, …" I started.

Nancy looked around. No one was paying attention to us.

"I told you that was an accident. Forget about it."

Was I convinced? Was she convinced? She continued.

"Look, we're friends. I was tired. I got carried away and said something I shouldn't have. I don't want to do anything that might hurt Carly." True, she and Carly were friends, and she knew I was dating Carly. Everyone knew I was dating Carly.

"I know that. It just surprised me, that's all. I –"

Nancy silenced me by pressing her index finger to my lips. All I could think of at that moment was how Carly had done the very same thing to me a few months ago. Right before she kissed me for the first time.

"Forget it," she said forcefully.

The instructor returned and began lecturing again, ending our conversation. After class, we always left together because our next classes were in the same direction. I remembered how I had helped her learn her way around when school started. After that, we still walked together and used the time to talk. This day, we didn't talk. We walked in silence. When we got to where she turned to go to her class, she looked at me as she touched me on the arm.

"It's OK, Sam. Don't worry about it." Then she was gone before I could reply. The feel of her hand on my arm lingered in my mind. She was in my thoughts the rest of the day.

I had lunch with Carly and did a better job of hiding my thoughts. She was getting excited about her upcoming play and she talked animatedly about that. I concentrated on what she was talking about and used that to keep from thinking about Nancy. Just before lunch was over, Carly asked about my upcoming trip.

"Are you going to be gone all weekend?"

"Yes, we leave Friday morning and we won't get back until late Sunday night," I told her.

"At least you get to cut classes on Friday," she said. I nodded in agreement. "Will you call me when you get back?"

"It might be really late," I warned her.

"Well, if it's before 11, call me. Promise?"

"Sure," I agreed. "I'll miss you."

The bell, every high school student's bane, rang at that moment and we picked up the remains of our lunch. She kissed me quickly just before running off to her class, again in the opposite direction of mine. My heart was pounding as I relived that kiss. Then, all the activity around me reminded me that I also had to get to class.


One of Two Ch. 01



At the end of the day, I had a drill practice. When I had a practice and Carly had stayed late to work on a play, I would take her home. On that day, she didn't have to stay late so she rode the bus home. The two drill teams (male and female) practiced on the same field so I could see Nancy out of the corner of my eye from time to time. We both were trying to concentrate on our routines but I did notice her smiling as our eyes met a few times. I was still confused. Yesterday I was in love with Carly. No question about it. After last night, …

After practice, Nancy walked back to the armory with me. She was talking excitedly about the weekend trip. Part of me was excited about the trip, the competition, and spending the weekend with Nancy. Part of me was scared of spending the weekend with Nancy.

I still didn't know what I wanted. I still didn't know if there was anything to be scared of. Maybe it was just a meaningless slip. Or maybe it meant exactly what it sounded like. How could I be sure? More importantly, how could I find out without risk to my relationship with Carly?

Nancy and I walked together to the parking lot. I was getting into my car when I noticed she was walking over to me waving her arms.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I opened my door.

"I don't know. My car won't start," she explained. She looked really distraught. "Can you try to fix it?"

"I don't know much about cars, but I guess I can take a look. Get in and we'll ride over."

"Thanks, Sam," she said as she got in. As I drove the short distance to where she was parked, I couldn't help thinking that the only other girl I had been alone with in my car was Carly, and I remembered vividly what we had often done in the back seat.

I raised the hood on her car and looked around, not that I expected to find anything I could fix. This was foreign territory to me. After trying for a few minutes to look like I knew what I was doing, I shut the hood and turned to a very nervous Nancy.

"I don't know what's wrong with it. How about I give you a ride home and your dad can come look at it later?"

She seemed to think about that for a minute or two before she smiled. "That would be great. Thanks."

She got her books and locked the car while I waited with my engine running. She got in and buckled up as I pulled out of the parking lot. I had been to her house a few times so I knew the way. I had even met her parents before. Her father was a veterinarian who had moved into town to take over the practice of an older doctor who was retiring. With all the farmland around where we lived, vets were always in demand. We all thought it was funny that someone with Nancy's last name would become a veterinarian. It seemed to be an oxymoron.

When we arrived at Nancy's house, her father was just getting home. He looked surprised to see Nancy getting out of my car. When he recognized me, he gave me a warm smile.

"Hi, Doctor Hunter," I said as I extended my hand.

"Hi, Sam." Then, turning to Nancy, "Where is your car, honey?"

"I had to leave it at school, Dad. It wouldn't start. Sam took a look at it but he couldn't get it going so he gave me a ride home." Nancy looked scared, like she was going to cry.

"It's OK, Nancy. I'll go take a look at it. I'm just glad Sam was there to give you a ride home." He gave me a smile as he said that.

I was about to leave when he stopped me. "Sam?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Could I trouble you to come with me to the school? If I have to tow Nancy's car, I'll need someone to steer it. I don't think Nancy will be strong enough to do it without the engine running."

Nancy blushed at her father's comment and looked at me. Yeah, the big, strong knight who rescued her. Dr. Hunter was already getting a rope and some tools from the garage.

"Sure. I'd be glad to help."

"Nancy, run in and tell your mom we'll be back in about half an hour."

When Nancy went inside to relay the message, he put the things in the bed of his pickup truck. Nancy came back out. I opened the passenger side door and she crawled in next to her father. I got in and we drove back to school. As I suspected with my vast knowledge of automotive mechanics, Nancy's father didn't do any better to coax the engine into starting than I had done. We tied the rope between the front of Nancy's car and his truck so we could tow it to his mechanic's shop. He told me to turn on the emergency flashers as he got in the truck. Nancy slid in the passenger seat and handed me the keys.

When I looked at her, she explained. "You'll need the keys so you can steer it." When she handed me the keys, her hand seemed to linger over mine for a moment. I was very aware of her touch, and the sweet smile she gave me. The interior of the car suddenly seemed a few degrees warmer.

After we dropped off her car and got back to Nancy's house, her mother asked me to stay for dinner. "It's the least we can do for all your help," she said. Seeing the look of gratitude in Nancy's eyes, I agreed. "You can use Nancy's bathroom to wash up. There's a phone in the bedroom so you can call your parents and tell them where you are," she suggested. Then, "Nancy, come help me in the kitchen."

Dr. Hunter indicated the way to Nancy's bedroom before going his own way to clean up. It felt really strange being alone in Nancy's bedroom. I realized that this was where she was when she made the slip on the phone the night before. Did she lie in bed and think about me after?

I went into her bathroom and washed my hands. There was a basket on the floor for her dirty clothes. Lying on top was what she had obviously been wearing the night before - a pink teddy. I thought about what she must have looked like taking that off to get in the shower that morning. I quickly became erect.

Checking myself in the mirror, I could see that it was obvious. I would have to do something before I faced Nancy's family. I used the phone in Nancy's bedroom to call home and tell my mother where I was. When I told her that I was having dinner with Nancy's family, she told me that Carly had called for me. I felt my reaction in the pit of my stomach. Trying to sound calm, I said I'd call her when I got home. The call did wonders towards taking care of my problem. As I hung up, a thought hit me. This must have been the phone Nancy had used to call me, when she told me she loved me. That should have scared me, but instead it started me on the way to another erection. I knew I had to think of something else, anything else. Standing next to Nancy's bed, I was desperate to come up with something else to think about. I settled on what her father must look like birthing a calf. It almost made me laugh out loud, but it did the trick.

I joined Nancy and her parents in the dining room. Nancy directed me to the seat next to her. The meal was pleasant. Her mother thanked me for "rescuing" her daughter. I brushed it off as helping a friend. I thought a saw a trace of a pained look cross Nancy's face as I said that. Her father said that her car surely wouldn't be ready until at least tomorrow afternoon and looked at me. I knew the unasked question was hanging in the air. Seeing no easy way out, I offered to give Nancy a ride to school the next day. Her face lit up when I said that. My situation was getting more complicated by the moment.

After dinner, she walked me out to my car and thanked me again. I told her that I'd pick her up in the morning. As I was about to leave, she hugged me. My reaction was automatic. I put my arms around her and kissed her before I realized it was Nancy in my arms and not Carly. Feeling her shapely body against mine, I did the predictable thing. I was hard again. She felt it. She gasped and she was smiling when our lips parted. Then I realized what I had just done. I was scared. She was delighted.

"Nancy, I'm sorry. I got carried away."

"That's alright, Sam. I didn't mind," she answered.

"No, really. I shouldn't have done that. I reacted without thinking."

"Well, part of you reacted nicely," she said as her gaze drifted lower to my waist.

I knew I had to get out of there fast. I let go of her and got in my car. The last thing she said as I was closing the door was, "I can't wait for Friday."

Driving home, my thoughts were a maelstrom. Images of Carly and Nancy collided as I warred with my feelings. Who did I want? Carly, of course. So why did I kiss Nancy? Why did I enjoy kissing Nancy so much? I didn't enjoy it. Of course I did. I almost ran a red light due to my distraction.

When I got home, I headed straight for my room. I was afraid to face my mother because she might be able to see on my face that something had happened. As I breezed past her, she reminded me to call Carly.

I shut the door behind me, closing in my problems. I put my books down on the dresser and studied my face in the mirror. Was this the face of someone who had just betrayed his girlfriend? Would I be able to face Carly in the morning and not let on what had happened? Would I be able to talk to her on the phone tonight and not let her hear in my voice what I had done? Would Nancy tell anyone what had happened? That last thought sent an icy chill through my body.

I knew I couldn't put off calling Carly. Delaying it would only call attention to things I didn't want to tell her. I sat on the bed and picked up the phone. I dialed her number as I tried to quell my nervousness. The phone rang and Carly's sister answered it. She recognized my voice right away.

"Are you alright, Sam? You sound like you're sick."

I panicked. If she could tell something was wrong, Carly knew me even better. I took a deep breath and bit my tongue hard. Then, I said, "I'm fine, Lynn. I just had a rough time at practice. Can I speak to Carly?"

I used the seconds waiting for Carly to come to the phone to steel myself.

"Hi, Sam."

Whenever I heard her say that, I felt like I was melting inside. Her voice was sweetness itself. I looked at her picture on my dresser as I lay back on the bed.

"Hi, Carly. What's up?"

"I called for you earlier and your mom said you were helping a friend. Is everything Okay?"

"Sure, everything is fine. After practice, Nancy's car wouldn't start so I gave her a ride home."

"You're so sweet," my girlfriend told me.

"Then her father asked me to help him tow it to the shop. After that, they wanted me to stay for dinner."

I held my breath. I had left out the last part. I waited to see if she suspected anything else.

"I'm glad you helped her. She's a good friend," Carly said.

If only you knew how good, I thought with fear.

"I offered to give her a ride tomorrow, since her car wouldn't be ready."

I waited again with my breath held.

"Oh, Okay. Yeah, I guess that's the least you could do."

She didn't seem to think anything was wrong. Maybe I'd get away with it. After that, I steered the conversation back to her, to what she would be doing over the weekend. "Missing you," she told me. That made me feel better. We talked about the usual nothings that teenagers in love talk about. Finally, I had some homework to do so I had to go. When she told me, "I love you," I froze. That is exactly what Nancy had said the night before. She was silent, waiting for me to speak.

"I love you, too, Carly. I'll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams."

"I'll be dreaming about you," she said, and then there was a click.

I pressed the off button on the phone before letting out an enormous sigh. What a nightmare my life was becoming. All because of something Nancy had said, a slip up. My insides were quivering with tension. How long could I keep my feelings concealed, I wondered. As long as necessary.

I buried myself in my homework and it was bedtime before I realized it. I got ready and turned out the light. Lying in bed, I finally relaxed. That was when all my fears came rushing back to haunt me. I tossed and turned, trying to sort out what I was feeling. I finally fell asleep, only to be tortured by a dream where Carly was pulling on one arm while Nancy pulled on my other. Both were yelling, "Let go! He's mine!" I was trying to convince them that there was enough of me to go around when the school bell rang.

I opened my eyes and realized it was my alarm clock going off. I got up, feeling as if I hadn't slept at all. In the shower I usually thought about Carly and did what most teenage boys do in the shower. That morning, I couldn't even get it up. I was too scared about what would happen if Carly found out that I had kissed Nancy.

I drove over to Nancy's house and picked her up. Instead of her usual blue jeans, she was wearing a pretty dress that complimented her blue eyes. Her blonde hair was fixed to perfection and she looked lovely. Was that for me? I wondered with trepidation.

We didn't talk much on the drive to school, but Nancy kept looking at me. Looking and smiling. She was obviously very happy. I was very terrified. Two days ago, everything was going fine. Now I wasn't so sure. I thought I wanted Carly. I had never thought of Nancy in a romantic way. She was just a friend. Maybe that was what I was looking for – a friend I could be in love with. No, that wasn't right. I was confused.

"Sam." Nancy was trying to get my attention.

"What?" I asked, still dazed.

"You passed up the school, silly."

I looked around me. She was right. I turned the car around. I was so out of it, lost in my thoughts, that I could have gotten in an accident.

"Sorry, I was distracted."

"I'll say. You've hardly said a word all morning. What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I'm just thinking about this weekend."

"Yeah, the drill meet," she supplied. "I'm kind of nervous, too. I'm sure we'll both do fine, though. We've been practicing a lot."

When we got to school, we walked to class together. I didn't get to see Carly before class that morning. I didn't catch up to her until lunch. We ate together as usual. I was nervous the entire time, worried that I'd slip up and say the wrong thing. I knew Carly could tell something was wrong, but she didn't press me for details. She was Carly – charming and sweet. We talked about normal things and it felt like old times. I loved Carly. I could feel it coursing through my entire body. The problem was that I was starting to feel the same way around Nancy. Why was my life getting so complicated?

I got through the rest of the week. That's about the only thing I could say about it. I got through it. I had talked late into the night Thursday with Carly. It was the usual teenage stuff, about how much we were going to miss each other. She made me again promise to call her when I got home Sunday night, no matter how late it was. We told each other, "I love you," then hung up to get some sleep. Friday arrived. Nancy's car had been repaired and she was driving herself to school again. Because we were going to be gone all weekend, no one wanted to leave a car in the school parking lot all weekend. My parents were going to park my car at school Sunday afternoon so they wouldn't have to come get me late at night. Nancy told me her mother offered to take me to school Friday morning to save my parents the trip. In return, I could take Nancy home Sunday night. It seemed like a good arrangement.

Nancy and her mother picked me up at home. At school, we unloaded our baggage at the armory where a school bus was waiting. As Mrs. Hunter was telling Nancy goodbye, she looked straight at me.

"Sam, take care of my little girl."

"Oh, Mom. I'm not your 'little girl' anymore. I'm eighteen now," Nancy protested.

"You may be eighteen, just barely, but you're still my little—"

I cut off their lighthearted arguing with, "I will, Mrs. Hunter. I'll get her home safely Sunday night."

Satisfied with my answer, her mother left. Before long, we were on the bus and settled in for the six hour ride. I was sitting with a group of our friends near the back, sharing the seat with Nancy. We talked to pass the time. After lunch, some people were starting to nap so the conversation died off. Nancy and I were talking just to each other, about Carly strangely enough. Nancy wanted to hear about how Carly and I had met. I told her of the previous summer, but I left out the part about Carly wetting her pants. Nancy was saying how lucky Carly was to find me when she leaned against me. I couldn't help noticing how nice that felt. Nancy put her head down on my shoulder like she was going to take a nap, only she didn't go to sleep.

We kept talking about the past summer and what we had done. Hers was spent preparing to move and saying goodbye to friends. We also talked about what we were going to do after graduation. We were both going on to college.

When we arrived at the hotel, we were assigned rooms in groups of four persons. The boys were together in one block of rooms and the girls in another, with the chaperones staying in the rooms in between - the usual arrangement. We had fun though all were well behaved. No one got caught doing anything they shouldn't have been doing. Saturday night after the meet was finished, we had some free time. A group of us went to eat at a pizza parlor and saw a movie. Nancy sat with me and it was like we were on a date. I felt a little guilty about that. I knew it wasn't really a date. It was just a group of friends, though Nancy was sticking close to me.

We got a late start on Sunday. We were allowed to sleep a little later, and then we attended the awards ceremony before changing and loading the bus. The weather was warm so everybody was glad to get out of our uniforms and into shorts and t-shirts. Nancy's shorts were really short; she looked great in them. I found that I couldn't help wondering what she might look like out of them. Thinking of Carly helped me to curb those thoughts. It was mid-afternoon when we finally headed for home.

Like on the trip up, Nancy sat with me. Most of the seats were occupied by couples, though Nancy and I were one of the few couples sitting together who weren't dating. It was known that I was dating Carly, of course, and Nancy wasn't dating anyone. More people slept on the way home so Nancy and I talked mostly to each other. I asked her why she didn't have a boyfriend and she told me that all the good ones were already taken. I felt a spasm of fear run through me.

Nancy turned to face me directly and said, with much sincerity, "If you ever break up with Carly, I have first dibs on you."

I think I stared at her, hearing her words but comprehending them slowly. She watched me for a few moments, then broke out laughing.

"You looked so serious, Sam. You know I'd never do anything to tear you two apart."

"I know, Nancy," I answered, not fully believing either one of us.

The sky had been growing darker all afternoon. Rain finally started and the weather turned cold. The sudden change from the front we were passing through left us unprepared. We had been expecting it to be hot. I was able to reach my suitcase and retrieve a light jacket I had brought. Nancy and I put our feet up on the seat and huddled beneath the jacket. With our bodies pressed tightly beside each other, we kept each other warm. Darkness fell and it got colder.

Looking around, I couldn't see much but it appeared that everybody else was either sleeping or staring out the windows. Maybe a few couples were doing something more but it wasn't apparent. From time to time, we passed near a streetlight that cast a dim glow into the interior. About all I could make out in those brief moments was Nancy's blonde hair on my shoulder. I was very aware of her bare leg against mine. It was impossible to keep from touching while both of us huddled under the jacket. I certainly didn't mind. I thought about putting my arm around her to keep us together. It would keep us warmer, but I was worried someone might see that and get the wrong idea.




One of Two Ch. 01



We were silent now. I guess we had finally run out of things to talk about. I was thinking about Carly... and about Nancy. If I hadn't gotten together with Carly over the summer, what would have happened when I met Nancy? I liked Nancy. Her slip had told me how she felt about me. Nancy was here and Carly wasn't. I knew what I'd be doing with Carly if it was her beside me.

It wasn't like I was married to Carly. We were dating, but we weren't engaged. I wondered what would happen if I tried to get intimate with Nancy. I looked around again and didn't see anyone watching us. I couldn't believe I was thinking about it, but I got hard as I thought of Nancy's body. I wondered if she was thinking about me.

The school bus rumbled on through the cold late-night air, the drone of the tires and engine drowning out other sounds. As the bus hit a bump, I felt my bare leg brush against Nancy. A thought, inspired by teenage hormones, came into my mind. What I was about to do was crazy. She was probably going to slap me, or at the very least get up and move to another seat. At the worst, she was going to make a loud scene. If she did, it was sure to get back to Carly. But if she didn't, did I really want this to continue? I wondered if I could be as happy with Nancy. I wondered who I really wanted to be happy with. I wondered what Nancy felt like, between her legs. As I reached out to slide my hand between her knees, I turned to Nancy and watched her for a reaction.

My hand reached the outside of her leg and at first she didn't react. I slid my hand along her leg and she lifted her head to look at me. My heart thudded in my chest. If she was going to protest, it was going to happen now. Would I be sitting alone in a moment? A passing streetlight revealed a puzzled look on her face. Not angry, just puzzled. Not daring even to breathe, I slid my hand over the top of her leg and to the part where her thighs were joined. I pressed lightly with my fingertips.

Nancy looked at me, her expression dead serious, and I felt her legs slowly move apart under my touch. I almost stopped and asked, "Why?" Almost. Instead, I didn't stop. I reached between her legs until my hand was sliding along her smooth inner thighs. I felt every inch of leg as my hand moved relentlessly toward where her legs joined. In the near darkness, our eyes remained locked together as my hand made steady progress to its predetermined goal.

I felt the fabric of her shorts as my hand reached the hem. Moving on top of the material, my hand continued up to where I had never touched her before. I knew I was doing what I had done before only to Carly, but I continued. I felt the change in shape. I knew my hand was now over her pussy lips. Her mouth parted slightly like she was going to make a sound, but she remained silent. She wasn't moving to stop me. I moved my fingers back and forth over the warm place between her legs. Next I moved back down her shorts and along the smoothness of her leg about halfway to her knee. Changing direction, my hand retraced its path until it reached the hem of her shorts.

This time, my fingers pulled the material up and my hand moved between her clothes and her leg. As my hand moved into her pants, a slight smile formed on her lips. It was a change that I could only barely see in the dim light. With her back to the aisle as she partially faced me, anyone else would think we were just talking quietly. Beneath my jacket, we were doing something else entirely, crossing new boundaries.

My fingers met the leg opening of her panties. I recognized the thin elastic band and the soft fabric. I had touched Carly here many times. I moved my hand over her panties. The material was much thinner than the fabric of her shorts and I could feel more detail this time. I felt the beginnings of her patch of hair. I felt the rise of her lips. She made a very slight sound, almost a gentle gasp, as my fingers rubbed against one lip. Now one finger was extended and sliding along her slit. On the third trip along her slit, I felt moisture beginning to appear. She was becoming as wet as I was hard, apparently.

I didn't stop to think about what I was doing. I knew that if I did, I'd think about Carly and I would stop. I didn't want to stop and Nancy obviously didn't want me to stop. The journey wasn't quite finished, though. I withdrew my hand down to the edge of her panties. When I felt the elastic leg opening pass under my fingers, I pressed my fingers to her skin and slid them inside her panties. Nancy shifted slightly in her seat to give me better access. I felt hot skin sliding under the fingers of my right hand. Suddenly, I felt curly hairs. Her hair was wiry and very soft at the same time. The hairs felt so fine against my fingers. I felt precum dampening my own underwear. In my mind I could see what my fingers were discovering.

I pressed onward. When my fingers contacted her lips this time, there was nothing separating my fingers from her pussy. Nancy made a tiny sound, a sound only I could hear. It was a happy sound of approval. I reached further. I could feel the soft cloth of her panties above my hand and the softness of her pussy beneath. I passed the cotton lining and my fingers slid up her lips. Suddenly, I felt the lips fall away into a valley as my fingers found her slit. I extended my middle finger and rubbed it along the gap. The lips parted, taking the hair with them. Suddenly, I felt like my hand had been thrust into a glass of really warm water. She was very wet, wet for me. Her lips were parted, open now to allow me to explore the most intimate part of her body. The bus passed another streetlight, allowing me to see the look of pleasure on her face. Her lips were still parted, her eyes partially closed though she was still looking at me.

I reached farther down on one trip along her gash and found the opening. I circled the tip of my middle finger around it. When I pressed in, her eyes opened wide. I thought she was going to stop me but she didn't. She looked wide-eyed at me as my finger pressed into her pussy, stretching her open. She was tight but well lubricated. Lubricated almost beyond belief. I felt her left arm moving beneath our cover. When her hand made contact with me, I knew what she was up to. Her hand landed on my lap and she clutched at the lump my erection had made in my shorts. She kneaded me as I probed her.

Nancy's pussy was so tight that I couldn't just thrust my finger all the way into her. I had to work my finger in, a little at a time, as her body slowly yielded to the intrusion. Over the course of many strokes, I soon had my middle finger completely buried in her warm wet depths. I had just enough room under her clothes to manage a slow back and forth motion. Her grip on me became more insistent. I could see by the look on her face that the level of her pleasure was escalating.

Now I had another problem. I was enjoying exploring Nancy so much that I was very excited. I might have been able to keep things under control if it had not been for her hand playing with my hard-on. As much as I was enjoying what she was doing to me, I knew I'd have to stop her soon. I positioned my lips over her ear and whispered as softly as I could.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to make a mess in my pants," I told her. She pressed her ear against my lips and rubbed me harder. "No, I'm serious. I'm about to cum. If I do, it will be very obvious when we stand up. Everyone will know what we've been doing." Her hand stopped but didn't let go of me. "I don't want you to stop what you're doing, but I think you need to." Nancy gave a nod, almost imperceptible. My finger, however, kept up its motion within her.

With the position of my hand, my thumb was near where I knew her clit should be. There was plenty of moisture so all my fingers were slippery enough for what I had in mind. While keeping up the pace with my middle finger, my thumb worked back and forth, feeling for the little nub. When I found it, she started. It was, fortunately, not enough to be apparent to anyone else. I was close enough to her to feel it, though. I now had to concentrate on moving both fingers as I enjoyed the feel of her body. In and out went the middle finger, back and forth went the thumb. Nancy laid her head back down on my shoulder and breathed deeply.

I felt her body tense up. Her legs were as rigid as they could be without the situation being obvious. Her head pressed harder against my shoulder. She held her breath, and then exhaled hard. Her pussy clutched at the invading finger and spasmed. Remembering what usually made Carly squeal with delight, I stopped the motion of my thumb. It still pressed against her clit but no longer rubbed. I felt an increase in the warm moisture in her pussy.

Nancy's right hand moved over mine, her shorts and panties separating our hands. She pressed down hard, signaling me to stop moving entirely. I complied, not wanting to cause her to make an unintended sound. A minute passed, maybe two. Then she lifted her head and turned so her mouth was right next to my ear.

Her words were so soft that I didn't make out every one over the noise of the bus. I figured out her intention, though. "You just made me cum. That was so intense. Thank you, but stop now, please. If you keep it up, I might scream." I nodded and started to pull my finger out of her pussy. "No! Don't move it. I'm so sensitive right now. Give me a minute."

Smiling in the darkness, I sat still, my finger buried in her warm wet depths. I was so pleased with myself over what I had given her. We sat like that for a long time. It was a struggle to keep myself from getting too excited; I didn't want to pass over that magical point where I'd have no control over what my body was going to do. I felt throbbings but forced myself not to give in to them. It wasn't easy, being so close, so intimate, with Nancy's lovely body. Eventually, she lifted her right hand. Understanding her signal, I slid my middle finger slowly out of her pussy. She sighed as I withdrew. She pressed down with her hand again, keeping me from withdrawing my hand from her panties entirely.

"Stay there awhile longer. That feels nice."

I complied, reveling in the feeling of being in her pants. We sat there next to each other as the bus rumbled on through the night. Later, she shifted and I extracted my hand. I was tempted to taste what she had left on it, or at least smell it. I thought that might be too obvious a giveaway if someone had been watching us so I resisted the temptation. We enjoyed being close together, Nancy basking in her post-orgasmic bliss. I wanted to kiss her passionately but knew that would also look suspicious. I settled for enjoying sitting closely with Nancy. My hand was so wet that I had to wipe it on my shirt. Nancy dozed off against my shoulder. While she slept, I relived the experience over and over in my head.

She woke and turned to me in the darkness. "It wasn't a dream, was it?" she asked very softly. I shook my head. "Mmm, good." She reached for my hand under the jacket and gave it a squeeze. After a few minutes, she added, "Where are we?"

"I think we're a just few minutes from school."

She thought about that, then whispered, "I'm pretty wet… down there. When we get to school, can I use your jacket to conceal, uh, the evidence?"

"Sure," I told her. It was worth being cold for a little while.

When we got to school, the driver turned on the lights inside the bus. People got up sleepily and we unloaded the gear. Because of the sudden weather change, it was very foggy as well as cold so the lights around school didn't penetrate very far. After everything was unloaded, most of the kids lined up to use the phone in the armory to call for their parents to come pick them up. Nancy and I headed to the parking lot to find my car. Sounds were masked by the thick fog. The only sound I could hear was the crunch of the gravel under our feet. Nancy stopped suddenly under a streetlight, dropped her bag, grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me to her. Face to face, she looked intently at me. Just as I was going to ask her what was up, she suddenly put her arm around my neck and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me.

Like the slip up on the phone the other night and after dinner at her house, I didn't realize at first what was happening. I dropped my bag and went along, enjoying the kiss. I felt her warm breath against my face, her lips pressed against mine. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her body tightly against mine. She moaned when my erection pressed against her pelvis. We parted and each took a deep breath, still in each other's arms.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Nancy breathed.

I looked at her satisfied face. "I love you, Carly," I said automatically.

Have you ever had ice water poured over your head? That is what it was like for both of us as the realization of what I had just said hit home. Nancy and I had been intimate. We had shared many things that night. My mistake reminded us that there were really three people involved. I wished I could take back what I had said. I wished I had never met Carly. I wished I had never put my hand in Nancy's pants. I wished for many things in that moment, all incapable of coming true. We stared at each other. In the distance, I heard a car door slam and an engine start up, the sounds only partly muffled by the fog. Had someone walked past us and heard us?

"Nancy," she corrected me, trying to save the moment. The moment was beyond saving.

"Nancy," I started to say. In that instant, I saw not Nancy but Carly standing in front of me. I didn't know what I wanted, who I wanted, at that instant. I wanted to say that to Nancy, but I couldn't. Not after what I had done to her, done with her. I had touched her in a way that no one else ever had.

I had touched Carly in that place also. I felt I had a responsibility to each girl. It was a responsibility I could live up to with only one girl. Which one?

Nancy saw it in my face. She knew I didn't feel the same thing she did. "Carly," she said, sounding more dejected than I had ever heard her before.

Too late, I had tried to save the moment. I didn't want to hurt Nancy. I didn't want to hurt Carly. I didn't want to hurt myself either. I didn't see how I was going to come out of this without hurting at least one person. I was probably going to hurt all three of us. A week ago, my life was perfect. Not anymore.

"Nancy," I started, sounding as tender as I could manage. "Tonight… was special. We shared something magical. I'm not sure why, but it was really special for me. I know it was the same for you."

I would have thought Nancy would be angry with me now. Instead, the only logical explanation for the way she was reacting was that she also hoped to salvage the situation. The implications of that chilled me much more than the air did.

She reached out and touched my cheek. Looking deeply into my eyes, she echoed my words. "Tonight was special, magical. I never felt that way before. I've never been touched by anyone that way. I'm glad it happened. I don't regret it. We'll figure out what to do next." Then, she reached for my right hand, the one that had been inside her. Taking my hand, she led me to my car.

The problem was that I wasn't sure which girl I wanted to be with. I knew I couldn't be with both. That would be stupid. It would only hurt everybody. I couldn't live a lie. I cared for each of them too much to do that.

I opened the trunk and put our luggage in it. The fog was absorbing all sound. It was like we were alone. Well, Carly was there in the shadows, if only in my thoughts. I unlocked the passenger door and opened it for Nancy. She got in as I realized that I had done this many times for Carly. She was smiling now. I was scared. I walked around and got in. As we drove to her home, Nancy held onto my arm. I didn't want to push her away. I didn't want to hurt her, especially after what I had done to her. I also didn't want to lose Carly. I was trapped.

Nancy broke the silence. In an attempt to keep what we had done fresh in my mind, she spoke. I looked over to her, seeing her face illuminated by the green glow of the dashboard. "Can I keep the jacket? I'll return it to you tomorrow at school. I can't walk in with a wet stain on my pants – there."

No, she couldn't go home without concealing the results of what I had done to her. I nodded, unable to speak. My mouth was dry with fear. In only a few months, I had gone from not having a girlfriend to having too many. I had to stop this, but I didn't know how. I didn't know how to keep the situation from exploding.

When we got to Nancy's house, I got her bag out of the car. I realized that I couldn't shake hands with her father if he was still up. Not with my hand smelling like his daughter. He would castrate me like a bull. I carried her bag to the door.

"Thank you, Sam," she said. Before I could interrupt her, she kissed me again. My heart pounded when she did. I wanted her. I wanted Carly. I was a fool.

An instant after our lips parted, the door opened.

"Hi, honey, " Doctor Hunter said. Then, to me, "Did you take care of my little girl, Sam?"

Oh, yeah. I took care of her alright, I thought as I put my hands in my pockets.

"Oh, Daddy," said Nancy as she lifted her bag. "It's late. Sam has to get home. We have school tomorrow."

"That's true. Goodnight, Sam, and thanks."

"Any time," I said as he closed the door.

I drove home with a million thoughts roaring through my head. I wondered what I was going to say to Carly as I drove home. I remembered that she made me promise to call her when I got in. How could I keep my voice from betraying the conflict in my head, in my heart? On that drive, I learned what stress was really like.

My parents were asleep when I got home. I went to my room and got ready for bed. I crawled into bed and looked over at my clock. 10:53. Next to it, the telephone loomed large. I knew I had to call Carly. I dialed her number. As I put the receiver next to my head, I could still smell Nancy on my hand. My dick leapt at the scent. At that moment, Carly answered.

"Sam?" she sweetly asked in a tired voice.

"Hi, Carly. I'm home." I tried as hard as I could to keep my tone neutral.

"It's so late. You sound really tired."

"Yeah, it was a long day."

"How did you do?"

"Neither team placed. There was a lot of competition."

"It's just the first meet. You'll do better next time."

"Thanks." I knew I had to say it. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Sam. I missed you, especially at night."

Normally when she said that, my heart pounded with excitement, with love. That night, it pounded with fear.

"I missed you, too. I can't wait to see you tomorrow morning."

"You go and get some sleep. Dream about me and I'll have a kiss waiting for you tomorrow morning. I love you."

"I love you, too," I said, not daring to add "Carly." I didn't want to risk a Freudian slip.

She hung up. I put the receiver down and put my head on the pillow. The light was already out but I stared up at the ceiling that I couldn't see. I didn't like concealing anything from Carly. We had started our relationship by sharing a most intimate secret. As I wiped a tear from my eye, I again smelled Nancy's dried juices. My heart ached. I loved both girls. I had done things with both girls. I knew I had to hurt one of them. Which one? I fell asleep pondering that question.





One of Two Ch. 02



Chapter 2 – Choices

I woke up in the morning feeling as confused as I had been when I fell asleep. No fairy had shown up during the night to plant a solution in my head. I thought maybe it had been just a dream. To check, I smelled my right hand. Nope, it wasn't a dream. I had really been inside Nancy's panties.

I got up and took a shower. In spite of my fear, I still managed my morning erection. I was really worked up because I had gotten no relief on the bus when I made Nancy cum. I relieved myself in the shower, making a sizable mess against the glass door. I cleaned it off while I tried to think through the mess I was in.

Usually, the shower is a good place for me to think. I guess it's because taking a shower is, by itself, a mindless activity – totally routine. There are no distractions so my mind drifts. I come up with a lot of solutions that way, but not this day. I was no closer to a solution when I got out and dried off.

I looked at myself in the mirror and grimaced. Doing what I had done with one girl would have made me proud. Doing it with two girls made me a rat. Carly gave her body up to my touches willingly, believing I was hers alone. Nancy gave herself up to me because she wanted me. I was too weak to resist. I felt pretty low at that moment.

I got to school with my stomach feeling sick. I knew I had to face each girl. Carly was happily oblivious to what had happened the night before. Nancy was exuberant. Fortunately, Carly didn't get to see the look on Nancy's face. There was still the risk that someone had figured out what Nancy and I had been doing and might say something to Carly. That fear never left me.

I saw Carly before school. She gave me the promised kiss. She must have really missed me. I wished I had been missing her as much. I accepted the kiss, enjoying the familiar feel of her body. I put my arms around her and instantly the memory of what she felt like when we kissed naked came flooding back. She made a kind of "Hmmm" sound into my mouth as she felt my erection awaken. "We'll have to find a way to do something about that later," she promised. I wanted her that way, but I also felt doing that with her would be further betrayal. I really didn't know who I wanted. I wanted both girls but I knew I couldn't have both. It would be wrong to continue what we were doing until I had made a choice. Something had to give.

Nancy was waiting for me outside the JROTC building with a big smile on her face. My stomach turned over with fear when I saw her. She looked beautiful and I remembered what she felt like (and smelled like). I wanted to kiss her, too, but restrained myself. I didn't need anyone seeing us and it getting back to Carly.

"Hi," Nancy said to me, sounding as cheery as a person possibly could. Whispering, she added, "I dreamed about you last night."

"Nancy, we have to –," I started to say but she stopped me.

"Time for class," she said, pulling me along by my shirt. She wasn't going to let me apologize for what happened. She didn't want me to regret what I did to her. Class was no help. She and I never had a moment to talk. We were given a lengthy pep talk on how badly both drill teams had been beaten. Our next meet would have us competing against a crack team from a private school, our old rival St. George Memorial High School. We would be expected to perform a lot better or we would surely face defeat again. I'm sure Nancy also knew I wouldn't be able to say anything on the walk to our next classes with so many other people around. She had to have planned all this – to win me away from Carly. If I didn't have such strong feelings for Nancy, I would have been angry with her.

I had lunch with Carly as usual. I knew that if I kept agonizing over my problem, Carly would catch on. Instead, I focused on enjoying my time with her. It was easy to enjoy being with her. She was beautiful. Her personality was sunny. She was delightful. She was everything I wanted in a girlfriend. Unfortunately, Nancy also had those properties. I got through lunch without Carly catching on. When the bell rang, we managed to sneak a kiss. After we set off in different directions for our next classes, I wondered how long I could keep this pretense going. I was sure it wouldn't be for long. Either Carly would figure it out and kill me, I'd dump Nancy and she'd kill me, or the stress would kill me. Whichever way it went, I would be dead in a week.

The only thing I didn't like about Nancy was how she was apparently trying to get me away from Carly. If the situation was reversed, would Carly be doing the same thing? That was a thought I pondered for the rest of the school day.

After school, I gave Carly a ride home. When we got there, her parents were gone. Her mother had left a note. The two of them had gone to take care of her grandmother who had taken sick and they wouldn't be home until late. When Carly finished reading the note, she turned to face me, a smile on her face.

"It looks like we have time to take care of that problem you had earlier," she told me right before she pulled me to her and kissed me. Kissing Carly was always a delightful experience. Her body was warm and soft, and smelled real nice. I loved putting my arms around her, feeling the curve of her waist as her breasts crushed against my chest. My "problem" quickly reappeared, pressing against her. She ended the kiss and led me by the hand without saying a word. She was heading to her bedroom. She didn't ask, she didn't tell, she just knew I wanted to go with her.

It's not that I didn't want to go. I was just feeling guilty about what I had done with Nancy. I tried to work that out in my head as we walked to her bedroom. I hadn't done much with Nancy. If I refused Carly now, she would know something was up. The best thing was to go along and enjoy it. Enjoying doing this with Carly was easy.

She pulled me into her bedroom, pushing me in the direction of the bed as she closed the door behind us. I heard her lock the door. I looked at her and she explained.

"Just in case someone comes home early, we don't want them walking in on us while we're not wearing our clothes."

Her words left no doubt as to what we were about to do. She pulled her shirt over her head. She was wearing a light blue satin bra. Forgetting all the concerns I had in the hall, I grinned and removed my shirt. Before long, I could see that her panties matched her bra, except where they were a darker shade from her wetness. She hugged me again and I took that as a sign that she wanted me to remove her bra. I eagerly complied with her unspoken request. She never let me go, though. When I had her bra unhooked, she looked at me silently. I figured out what she wanted. With our bodies still pressed tightly together, I worked the straps off first one arm then the other. Next I pulled the bra from between us. She sighed as the soft material rubbed hard against her nipples, then sighed again as her nipples met my chest. Now that each of us was wearing only one piece of clothing, she pushed me onto her bed and crawled over me. I delighted in watching her breasts move as she crawled. 

On top of me now, Carly kissed me deeply. Her tongue probed into my mouth as I felt her hair brushing against my face. Coming up for air, she propped herself up on her elbows, her nipples barely touching me.

"I never thought we'd get the chance to do this in my own bed," she said.

"Me, either," I agreed.

"After all the nights I spent lying here, touching myself and thinking of you, now I get to touch you here."

No sooner had she spoken those words than she slid lower until her face was in front of my underwear. She looked at me and smiled but didn't speak. She put both hands on the waistband of my underwear and pulled it off. My dick popped out as she did and stood stiffly. She worked the garment off my legs before returning to her position lying between my legs. She studied me for a moment, fascinated by the drop of precum appearing at the head. "I missed this part of you so much," she said, making her point by sticking her tongue out of her mouth and licking off the droplet. The contact of her tongue to the head of my cock made me lurch involuntarily. She giggled.

"I love it when you do that," she said wistfully. Actually, I think she was speaking directly to my dick. She wasn't looking at my eyes but at my erection as she spoke. "I missed you so much," she said with emphasis. Holding the shaft with one hand, she licked from my balls up to the tip. Her wet tongue moving against that sensitive area made me moan. I saw the smile on her face broaden as I sighed. She made one more pass up the front of my dick, then opened her mouth and took my dick inside. Every time she sucked me took my breath away. The feeling of her mouth on my dick was so incredible. I couldn't imagine anything else feeling better. Her mouth was warm and wet, and her tongue moved over me as she sucked.

As her head moved up and down over my dick, her hair hung down and kept sticking to the now wet shaft. She tried to keep pulling her hair away but it just kept getting in the way. After a few strokes, she stopped. She started to get up and I groaned in frustration.

"Don't worry, Sam. I'll be right back."

She went over to her dresser and dug around for a hair tie. She reached back with both hands to gather her hair and slip the tie around the pony tail. I loved watching her. She was dressed only in her panties and facing the mirror so I had a wonderful view of her body. She arched her back as she reached, emphasizing her flat stomach. I was tempted to start jacking off as I watched her but I made myself wait for her to return. When she did, her pony tail didn't get in the way. I lay there in her bed watching her as she gave me a blowjob. I was enjoying it so much that it didn't take long for me to cum.

When she felt my legs tense up, she had enough experience since the summer to know what was coming. She sucked me shallower, not much more than the head in her mouth, and stroked the shaft with her hand. I wondered what she was doing with the other hand but I couldn't see. The pleasure I was receiving from her mouth built until it almost reached the point of pain. At that point, I felt the contractions start. I could tell she did too because she started sucking really hard on the head and stroking even faster. The spurts from my dick filled her mouth and I could feel her swallowing. I could barely keep my eyes open as I watched her sucking me. She was still watching me intently as I came in her mouth. I finished squirting and she released my dick. She gently licked it to be sure she got all the cum.

"Thank you," she said as she tried to take a deep breath at the same time.

"No, I should be thanking you. That is always so incredible," I said as my breathing tried to return to normal.

Carly looked at me and smiled shyly. "Well, if you really want to thank me, there is something you could do for me."

I knew exactly what she meant. "I thought you'd never ask," I said as we changed places. Now my face was at her crotch. I could see as well as smell how wet she was. I also noticed that her hand which I couldn't see before was also wet, now leaving wet traces on her breast, and I figured out what she had been doing with it. I smiled at that as I grabbed the waistband of her blue panties. She lifted her hips up off the mattress so I could pull her panties down. I always felt a thrill as her bush came into view. That patch of brown hair beckoned to me to bury my face in it. I resisted for a minute, sliding her panties down her legs as I slid my cheek along the silkiness of her inner thighs. I could see how wet the white cotton patch inside her panties was just before I tossed them casually aside. She grinned and spread her legs as I slid into position between them. I came to rest with my face at her pussy, her wet fragrant pussy. I took in the sight, feeling a thrill as I realized she was that wet because of me, for me. She wanted me… and I wanted her. I pressed my face into her soft curly hair and my tongue sought out the slit. As she opened up to my probing, my senses were overwhelmed. Taste, sight, smell, touch – all were assaulted by her womanhood.

I felt my dick beginning to react as I enjoyed being immersed in the most feminine part of her body. I tasted her, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. My entire being had shrunken to what lay between her legs. I licked, sucked and probed as I sought only to bring her pleasure. The sounds she made were not the only things telling me I was doing something right. She was humping her pussy up into my face now. It was as if she was anxious for me to press harder. I moved a finger, then two, to her opening as I moved up to suck on her clit. I ran my tongue over its tip as I sucked. That was the right thing to do because her hands finally left her breasts to seek out the back of my head. She was now pressing herself into my face, pulling my head harder to her at the same time. I couldn't hear very well if she was moaning because her thighs were now pressed tightly against my ears, but I thought I could hear a moan.

A rush of warm fluid and being released by her body told me she had peaked. I looked up, my face wet, and peered over the patch of hair on her mound to see a very satisfied girl.

"Mmm, better than last night's dream," she proclaimed. Then, smiling shyly, she added, "and definitely better than what I did to myself in the shower this morning."

"I wish I could have been there to see that," I told her.

"Me, too," she answered. She held out her arms to me. I started to move up to kiss her but hesitated. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I taste like you. I'll go wash my face first," I offered.

Carly shook her head. "I don't care. I want you now, just the way you are."

Shrugging. I crawled up to her. She pulled me into a deep French kiss, our tongues dueling madly. I decided that if she didn't mind the taste, I certainly didn't. In a way, I found it exciting that she was tasting herself on me. While we kissed, I was very aware of her hard nipples pressed against my chest. My dick stiffened further, pressing now against her furry slit. Carly stopped kissing me and opened her eyes.

"I feel you," she said happily.

"I know. I feel you, too."

"I wish we could do that," she said pointedly.

"I know. It's OK. There are lots of other things we can do."

"Are you ever disappointed that I won't go all the way?" Carly asked.

I thought about what she was asking. Sure, I'd like to do that. I really wanted to. Inside me, however, I knew that neither of us was willing to take the chance of getting her pregnant. Besides, losing virginity was a lot more emotional for a girl than for a boy. If she wanted to wait, I'd wait for her. We'd give that gift to each other when she was ready. I looked deeply into Carly's eyes, aware of the feeling of her delicate body pressed against mine.

"I'm not disappointed. How could I be? I get to do this with you. Seeing you, feeling you, tasting you, I'm experiencing your body totally. We're giving each other such exquisite pleasures. I'm not going to complain about that one thing. We're both still virgins and that is really special. When we're ready, both ready, it will happen."

"Are you ready, Sam?" she asked me. I could detect a note of concern or maybe sadness in her voice.

I knew what my hormones wanted me to say. Fortunately, I listened to my heart instead. "Carly," I began, feeling a warmth in my chest as I said her name, "I love you. I don't want to do it just for the sake of doing it. When it's right, when everything is perfect, we will take that step – together. I don't want you to rush it because you think you need to in order to keep me. I'm yours. I'm here because I want to be here, in your bed with you. You make me so happy. Don't worry about that." Unfortunately, my dick chose that moment to become fully erect and throb against her slit.

Carly laughed a little. "I think another part of your body wants to make a rebuttal statement."

"He will have to wait his turn," I said sternly. Then, we both laughed.

Carly reached up and kissed me, thanking me for not demanding what I wanted from her so much. Sure, I wanted it, but I didn't want to take it. It would be freely given when she was ready. In the meantime, there were other things we could do.

Carly must have been thinking the same things. She looked at me, her eyes lit up, and she spoke. Not words, just a number, a question, a request. "69?"

I grinned and nodded. She turned over and crawled on all fours over me, turning around as she did. She reached down with her tongue to taste the tip of my dick before lowering her bottom to my face. I enjoyed the view of her as much as the feel of her tongue delicately swiping across the head of my dick. As she lowered her body to mine, I penetrated her pussy again. At the same time, my dick fully entered her mouth.

Of all the positions we had tried, all the things we had done, sixty-nine was truly special. We were each giving and receiving pleasure. Pleasure so great that it was almost impossible to concentrate on returning the favor. She lay on top of me, her skin against mine. At the same time, her mouth was doing the most exquisite things to my dick while I probed and explored her depths and folds. My face was immersed in her taste and smell as my hands ran over her ass and back. The challenge was to keep from cumming while trying to bring her to the same point. If she came first, we could continue. If I did, the game was over for awhile. I was trying to learn to make it last as long as possible for me while sending her over the top as many times as I could.  

As I ate her pussy, I thought how until a few months ago I hadn't even seen her naked, or any girl for that matter. I was so lucky to have her. She stopped sucking my dick to lift her head and cry out as I made her cum. I redoubled my efforts, making it as good for her as I could. When her peak was past, she lowered her head to me again.

I didn't last much longer. She could tell when I was about to cum. I tensed up and my dick throbbed. She played with my balls with one hand, stroked my shaft with the other, and sucked as her tongue did wonderful things to me.

As I squirted into her mouth, I pressed my tongue as deeply into her as I could and held myself rigid. When I was done, she rolled off me, but didn't turn around. She kept looking at my dick and lightly touching it.

"It looks sad," she finally said.

"Oh, no. It's really so very happy," I assured her.

"Then why is it so soft?"

"Because it is very tired. You made it work so hard that you wore it out."

"Oh," she answered, thinking about her next words. "Maybe it needs more exercise?"

She giggled and I joined in. We could have stayed like that for hours, naked on her bed, just being together. Unfortunately, the reality that we really didn't want to get caught like that crept up on us.

I sighed deeply as I gave her breast a light squeeze. "I need to get home."

Carly looked sad but nodded. "Yeah, our parents already suspect something between us. It would be best if they didn't know we were alone here together."

We got up and sorted through the pile of clothes. I was handing Carly her panties when she said, "The fall dance is coming up in a few weeks. Do you think we'll get a chance to be alone together after?"

We both knew what she was referring to. Our parents didn't like us staying out late on dates after they suspected we had gone parking. I was trying to come up with a scheme to get her alone again when she spoke.

"Maybe they won't mind if we go on a double date. How about if I ask Nancy to double with us?"




One of Two Ch. 02



I really hoped Carly didn't catch the sudden look of guilt on my face. I tried to cover it really fast and look down for my pants at the same time. I waited to speak until I felt I could keep my tone under control.

"I don't know, Carly. A double date? That makes it difficult to do what we really want to do. Besides, I don't think Nancy is dating anyone right now."

"I know she isn't. Maybe it will help her get serious with someone. I'll talk to her about it."

Things were getting even more complicated very fast. I was getting more nervous about as fast. When we were dressed, I hugged Carly to me and kissed her. The feeling of her body against mine made me think about going parking with her. The smell of her body only made me want her all over again.

"Stop!" she said in a whining kind of way. "You're just getting me all worked up again."

"I want you to miss me really bad once I'm gone," I explained. She laughed and kissed me again.

"Don't worry. I'll be thinking of you all night."

Just before I left, she whispered in my ear, "Tonight, when you're lying in bed thinking of me, don't do anything I won't be doing."

We both giggled as I hugged her.

On the drive home, I started thinking about Carly but Nancy crept into my thoughts. I really liked what I was doing with Carly. The problem was that I also liked what I had done with Nancy. A lot. If Nancy wanted to do something like that again, would I be able to resist?

That night, Carly and I talked on the phone just before going to sleep. She told me what she was wearing. "Almost nothing," she explained, then went on to describe what it looked like and what I would be able to see if I was there. Next, she had me describe the state I was in. Usually, we didn't do anything until after we got off the phone. I must have left her feeling pretty horny because she suggested we masturbate together on the phone. We started touching ourselves and describing it to each other when there was a click.

Luckily, we were between words when Carly's father said, "Carly, are you still on the phone? It's time for bed." I held my breath.

"OK, Dad. I'm getting off now," Carly answered.

I had to try really hard not to laugh at her words. There was another click.

"That was so close!" Carly exclaimed in a heavy whisper.

"No shit! If he had picked up the phone a few seconds earlier …" I began.

"He'd never let me see you again," Carly finished. Then she giggled.

I knew what she was laughing about. "Yeah, if he only knew how true your words were," I said, completing her thought.

"I guess we better go. Goodnight, Sam. I love you."

"I love you, too, Carly. I'll be dreaming about you."

I heard Carly kiss the phone, then a click. I hung up the phone in the dark.

Like Carly, I got off just before going to sleep.

When I met Carly for lunch the next day, she looked really angry.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Miss Tompkins really let us have it in theater today. She says we're way behind schedule for the play. She's calling for a dress rehearsal all day on Saturday."

"All day?" I asked. Carly nodded, her brown hair sliding along the sides of her face.

"Can I come with you to help?" At least it was a way for us to be together.

"No, she said 'no friends'. She doesn't want us to have any distractions." At my questioning look, Carly explained. "Most of the boyfriends or girlfriends wanted to do what you have in mind. We're going to work, she says. I don't mind the time at the theater. I love it. I just wanted to see you on Saturday."

"It's alright," I tried to comfort her. "We'll go see a movie after you're finished.

"I'd like that," she said.

I think I made her feel a little better. I was disappointed because I was looking forward to spending the day with her, too.

Saturday came. Carly was at the theater all day so I didn't have anywhere to be until late in the afternoon. I was thinking about what I'd do when the phone rang. My mom answered it and called out that it was for me.

When I answered the phone, I was surprised to hear Nancy's voice. She was speaking to me again in class now, but we hadn't talked on the phone since I called her "Carly".

"Hi, Sam," she began, as cheery as sunshine.

"Hi, Nancy," I answered, very cautious.

"What are you doing today?" she asked.

I explained that Carly had a rehearsal all day so I didn't have plans. Nancy said that was too bad and I explained that I was taking her to the movies when she finished for the day. We talked about the movies that were playing in town for a few minutes.

"Sam," Nancy began, "since you aren't busy today, could you come over to help me with some homework?"

An alarm should have gone off in my head, but it didn't.

"I guess, if I can. What do you need help with?"

Nancy explained what she was having trouble with. I decided that Carly wouldn't mind if we were doing homework. Besides, it was Saturday. Her parents were home. What could happen?

What could happen indeed? When I arrived at Nancy's house, I noticed that her father's truck was not there. Her mother's car was, however. I suspected her father was making a call to a farm. It wasn't unusual for him to get called out by a farmer at odd times. Nancy answered the door wearing a long t-shirt that covered her shorts.

"Hi, Sam," she said cheerily. She looked really happy to see me.

She started to lead me to her room when I asked her if her parents minded us studying there.

"They're not here," she explained. "Dad needed to pick up some supplies out of town and Mom went with him. They won't be back until tonight."

By that time, we were in her room. I felt a little nervous about us being alone in her house, but I also felt a little excited. Sexually excited. I guess I should have thought about my loyalty to Carly. Instead, I wondered about the possibilities with Nancy.

Nancy sat on her bed and smiled at me. She looked like she was nervous about something and she was trying to come to a decision. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"Sam, I really liked what we did on the bus. I'm glad we did that. I've never been touched by someone in that way before and I really liked it. I know you liked it, too."

I started to speak but she put up her hand to stop me. What happened next sealed my fate.

"I thought maybe we could pick up where we left off," Nancy said as she got up on her knees. Then she grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands and lifted it. I quickly noticed that she wasn't wearing shorts under the shirt when her dark green panties came into view. She pulled the shirt off and tossed it on the floor, revealing a bra that matched her panties. My heart pounded as I realized we were alone in her bedroom and she was wearing only panties and a bra. "You can touch me anywhere you want," she said slowly and with meaning.

I should have told her to put her shirt back on. I should have told her I was in love with Carly. I should have left. Instead, I eagerly took off my clothes. I moved towards the bed – and towards Nancy. It was like I was not in control of my body. Teenage hormones drove me forward. I crawled onto the bed. As I knelt in front of her, Nancy took my hands in hers. She placed my hands on her breasts. I could easily feel her hardening nipples through the satin. She kept her hands on mine as she pressed them hard onto her. I could feel her body give against our combined touch.

I was breathing hard. I noticed she was, too. We were both anticipating what would happen next. Leaving my hands in place, she put her arms around my neck. She pulled on me as she lay back on her bed. We ended up with me on top of her. I was so surprised by the position that I was caught off guard when she pulled my face to hers and kissed me.

That kiss was magical. I was aware of so many things. I felt her lips against mine. Her tits were being squashed by my chest. She spread her legs and wrapped them around mine, not quickly but slowly and sensually. She was caressing my legs with hers and I could feel her smooth legs against me. The softness of her skin mesmerized me. Next I felt her tongue on my lips. I had kissed Carly that way enough that I reacted without even thinking about it. I relaxed my mouth and let her push her tongue in.

The feeling of her tongue touching mine fueled my passion. I didn't care that I was in bed with Nancy and not Carly. I didn't even think about Carly at that moment. I only thought about the almost naked female body pressed against me. We kissed with a fury. I could even hear her moaning softly as we kissed. Hearing the sound she made only added to my pleasure.

When we came up for air, we were both panting. I looked into her eyes and didn't see a smile. I saw a seriousness I wasn't used to seeing there. Maybe it was determination. She knew she was going to get what she wanted.

"Touch me, please," she pleaded.

If I would have needed any encouragement at that point, the way she asked would have given it to me. As it was, I didn't need any. I had been inside her panties before and I wanted to be there again. I sat up slowly in front of her. She looked up at me. I could see her chest rising and falling in time with her rapid and deep breathing. Her nipples were prominently pushing against her bra, raising little hills in the fabric. Her expression was one of need as she relaxed her legs, letting them fall further open. The movement drew my eyes to her panties. I could just barely see a few fine blonde hairs peeking out of the edges of her panties at her crotch.

When my eyes finally looked up to hers, I could see she had been watching me looking at her. It was as if being exposed in that way to me was giving her satisfaction. She wanted me to see her, to want her. When I didn't make a move, she broke the silence between us.

"It felt really good when you put your hand in my panties before."

Yes, it did, and I wanted to do it again. And I did. I reached forward to touch her panties. The fabric was smooth and warm. I moved my hand down across the front, from the waistband to between her legs. As I moved my hand, I could feel the shape of her pussy. When I reached the soft place between her legs, I rubbed and probed. I could feel her lips giving way underneath the smooth material. After I rubbed her there, I left that place so I could take off her bra. I noticed that the spot where my hand had been was now dark. Her wetness was soaking through her panties. Her body was lubricating for me.

I moved my attention to her bra. I reached under her for the strap. Finding the clasp, I tried to bunch the fabric together to release the catch but I couldn't do it, not with her lying on it. She waited patiently as I made several attempts. Finally, she made an embarrassed smile and sat up. She waited there, knowing what I would do, what I wanted to do. I put my arms around her, reveling in the feel of her warm flesh. This time, I easily released her bra. The lack of tension was immediately obvious. I slid my hands up to the straps over her shoulders and pulled them down. As I did, the cups fell from her breasts. I watched wide-eyed as the creamy white skin was revealed. From what she had told me, I was probably the first boy to see this part of her body.

Her breasts were perfect. Each flawless orb was capped by a pink nipple that looked like it was begging to be sucked. I started with her left breast and did just that. I pressed my parted lips to the nipple as I gently sucked in. The hard nub slipped through my lips and met my tongue. Nancy gasped as I ran my tongue over the tip and applied suction at the same time. I smiled around the nipple in my mouth before moving to the other side to give its twin the same treatment.

I left her breasts, pushing her back down to the bed and kissing a path south. I ran my lips down the slope to the smooth skin of her stomach. We both knew my destination but I didn't let that hurry me any. Instead, I forced myself to make slow progress, drawing out the anticipation. I noticed her starting to squirm a little as I approached the waistband of her panties but I kept to my glacial pace.

In time, my mouth brushed the elastic waistband and kept going. I could just barely feel the puffiness of her hair through the fabric as my cheek now savored the feel of the satin. I kissed my way to where her slit was, over where I knew her opening was. The material was very wet by then. Her excitement had soaked through and was now wetting the outside of her panties. I extended my tongue and swiped up a little, getting just a taste of her tangy juices.

I decided to be really cruel. Instead of removing her panties, I started kissing down the inside of her left leg. When I reached her ankle, I changed legs and licked up the inside of the right one. She was moaning a little, complaining that I wasn't going fast enough. One hand was playing with a nipple I had sucked earlier. Her right hand was resting on her stomach a little above her panties. It looked like she was trying to decide if she was going to finger herself in front of me. She was still in control, but just barely. If I didn't get to work on her pussy soon, she just might take matters into her own hands.

That sounded like it might be fun to watch but I was anxious to taste more of her. When the tip of my tongue reached the leg opening of her panties, I used it to reach inside, feeling the curly hairs. There was a large dark patch at the bottom of her panties now. She was wet even on the outside – wet for me. I ran my tongue along the opening of her panties up to her hip, and then kissed across the front. I was kissing over her mound now. I wasn't sure if I was too high to reach her clit but she didn't seem to be minding if I wasn't. I could look into her eyes and read her thoughts. Take my panties off now! I decided I had tortured her enough. She actually breathed a sigh of relief when my fingers reached for the waistband.

She eagerly lifted her ass up off the bed to make it easier for me to finish undressing her. I looked deeply into her eyes and smiled as the material slid down her hips. I looked down to see the top of her bush come into view. It was blonde, like the hair on her head and her eyebrows. I watched with great interest as the patch of hair slowly began to appear from beneath the elastic waistband. Removing her panties was like unveiling a statue. I was seeing a piece of art for the first time.

And art it was. A tuft of the hair made a kind of big curl right above the beginning of her slit. From my experience with Carly, I knew her clit was nearby, waiting for me to discover it. Up to now, it had known the touch of Nancy's finger, then mine a short while ago. Now, I would expose it to the light of day and introduce it to my mouth. But first, I would get to know the rest of her most special place.

Her panties were now pulling free of the bottom of her pussy. There, a thick strand of clear fluid stubbornly connected the cotton lining of her panties to her lips. As I pulled down, the strand became thinner and longer until it finally released its grip. I pulled her panties the rest of the way down as she lifted her legs for me. I was in front of her legs when I tossed her panties softly to the bed. I gripped her ankles before she could lower her legs. With an ankle in each hand, I parted her legs, opening her in front of me. I watched the lips part, the blonde hair trying in vain to conceal the lips. I spread her open, her pussy opening like a flower. I lowered each leg to the sheet and leaned forward. I approached the point I had wanted to see and prepared to taste her nectar straight from the source.

Nancy never said a word. She did pile up two pillows beneath her head and lifted herself up on her forearms so she could watch, but she was silent. I wondered if what I was doing had been in her thoughts and fantasies as she played with herself. I saw all this with my peripheral vision. I never took my focus off her pussy.

Lying on my stomach between her legs with my nose maybe three inches from where her lips came together, I used my fingers to pull her rubbery lips apart, smoothing the fine blonde hairs back to the sides. As her lips came apart, I could easily see a prominent clit anxiously erect. I smiled broadly as I extended my tongue and pressed it into her opening. I felt her warmth, tasted her tartness, smelled her womanly scent. I pressed my face into her and I was awash in Nancy.

I pressed my tongue into her hole but I couldn't penetrate very deeply. Pulling back, I slid my tongue up her lips but stopped before I made contact with her clit. I slid my tongue back and forth over her lips, savoring the tasty slipperiness. On the bus, I had imagined what she looked like. Here, in her bedroom, I was seeing her body open, submissive, as she gave herself over to me.

I had smelled her on my finger before. Here, the taste and smell were stronger as they issued forth from her body. I slid my hands beneath her cheeks to press her pussy more firmly into my face. I felt her muscles tense as she pushed up as well, trying to increase the pressure. I sucked and licked to let her arousal build. I moaned into her pussy to let her know how much I was enjoying this. In the distance, I heard her moan as well. As I finally reached for her clit, I looked up. Her blonde bush was like a golden hedge I was peering over. I saw her hands playing with her breasts. Her head was back on the pillows now so I couldn't see if her eyes were still open or not.

I felt the hard little nub make contact with my tongue and she immediately tensed up. Not wasting the moment, my mouth attacked her there, bringing her to release after the long wait. I had built her up so much that it took only seconds of sucking and licking to make her cry out. I looked up again to see her fingers pressed hard into the tender flesh of her breasts. When we were done, there might be marks on her and they wouldn't be my hand prints. Her legs clamped around my head. I kept up the attack on the very center of her pleasure as she peaked and rode the crest of the wave all the way to the beach.

When she fell from the peak, I felt her relax. Her legs fell away, her hands fell away. I gave her one lick, my tongue pressed hard against her clit. That was too much. Her sensitivity was off the scale now. She suddenly threw her hands against my face and roughly pushed me away, closing her legs behind me in protection.

Grinning, I rolled to the side and watched as her breathing returned to normal. Nancy opened her eyes slowly and blinked. Struggling to focus, she looked at me, a distant smile on her face, then a grimace.

"You have me all over your face," she told me.

I stuck my tongue out the corner of my mouth and licked at my cheek. "Yes, I do. It's nice." I moved a little, putting my face down on her stomach just above her patch of hair. I was looking at her pussy from the top now, as she sees it. Nancy put her hand on my hair and stroked me softly.

"I've never come like that before," she said, then sighed deeply and shivered a little. "I didn't know I could feel like that."

"Better than on the bus?" I asked, smiling and still looking at her patch of hair.

"Uh-huh," she agreed softly.

"Better than when you touch yourself?" I asked, a wicked grin creeping onto my face, a grin she couldn't see.

There was a pause. Silence. Just the faint thud of her heart beating. I started to run my fingers through the tiny hairs, reaching for her slit.

"Better than –" I started to ask again.

She realized I wasn't going to let her off the hook so she answered, "Yes," in an exasperated tone. "Better than when I do it myself." She huffed.

I turned my head over to look at her. We were both smiling.




One of Two Ch. 02



"I can't believe you made me admit that," Nancy said, to my face now.

I could tell she was embarrassed. I could see it on her face and I could hear it in the tone of her voice.

"Everybody does it," I said.

"Not girls," she tried to protest. I shook my head. "OK," she continued, sounding a little dejected. "Girls do it, but not as much as boys." I raised an eyebrow. She knew I wasn't going to let her off easy. She huffed. "Why do you have to always be right?"

I laughed. She smiled.

"I just know a little about sex," I proclaimed, feeling superior. Now she had me cornered. I just didn't know it yet. She got up off the bed and walked to the dresser. I enjoyed watching her nude body in the mirror over the dresser as she moved. She dug around in a dresser drawer, way in the back, for something.

"Since you know so much about sex, I'm sure you'll know what to do with these," she said as she turned around and tossed a sealed cardboard box to me. It was a box of condoms. I froze. "What's the matter, big guy? Don't know what to say?" she taunted. "That's alright. There's supposed to be instructions inside."

"Nancy, I don't… I mean, I haven't…, we're saving that…"

Nancy's expression changed, telling me she knew who the we I was referring to was. I was still a virgin, Carly was still a virgin. We were saving that final step for later, maybe even for marriage. I had already crossed too many more boundaries than I wanted to with Nancy. I didn't want to take that step as well with her. Then I wondered, was Nancy a virgin? I thought she was, but she seemed to be having no problems with going further.

"I'm offering myself to you. You can be the first. Take me, Sam."

She crawled back on the bed and put her head on the pillow. She opened her legs. I couldn't help looking at the patch of blonde hair, the lips that were showing signs of getting even wetter.

I knew what I had to do. I had told myself that many times before lately, but this time I really had to stop. I owed it to Carly. I had cheated on her too many times. I couldn't give my virginity to Nancy. I just couldn't do that to Carly.

In a small voice now, I said to Nancy, "I can't do that." I hung my head down low.

Nancy spoke up, her legs still spread. "Yes, you can. We've come this far. I'm ready. You're ready. You've gotten me ready for this. Take me now."

It almost worked. I felt guilty for leading her on this far. I also felt guilty for cheating on Carly. That thought saved me. I felt bad turning her down, but I knew I'd feel worse if I didn't turn her down. I leaned over to kiss her, to apologize. She seized the opportunity to pull me down on top of her. I suddenly found my naked body pressed against hers. The feeling of warmth, softness, smoothness was almost irresistible. My brain knew what I had to choose. My dick, however, hardened fully against her pubic hair. I could feel the shaft getting longer and pushing through those fine curly blonde hairs. Nancy put her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers, kissing me. She was determined to get her way.

With every ounce of strength, I pushed back and broke her grasp. I got up and got dressed quickly before I could change my mind.

"Nancy, I'm really sorry. You don't know how sorry I am. I just can't do that. I shouldn't have done what we did." As soon as I spoke those words and saw the anger on her face, I knew I had taken a calculated risk. She might get revenge by telling Carly what we had done, effectively ending that relationship for me as well. I knew in that moment that I loved Carly more and I had to make the choice I was making. As much as I wanted Nancy, I loved Carly.

As I was getting dressed, trying not to look at Nancy, she didn't get up and she didn't cover her body. She just lay there watching me. She didn't even curse at me, much to my surprise. As I was walking out of her room, she said, "I love you, Sam. You know I do." I walked out of her house and got in my car.

Driving home, I thought about Nancy lying there, wanting me. I wanted her, but I wanted Carly more. If I was going to take that final step, it was going to be with Carly – if Carly still wanted me after she found out what I had been doing with Nancy.

When I got home, I took a good shower. In case I did get intimate with Carly, I didn't want her to smell Nancy on me. Not her perfume, not her pussy, not the detergent her sheets were washed with. I scrubbed myself, in a way trying to cleanse myself of my sin.

I was scared. I had probably left Nancy mad – mad enough to seek revenge. All it would take was a phone call to Carly and she would have her revenge. I had to go through with the date or Carly would get suspicious. If Nancy reached Carly first, I'd know it right away.

Saturday afternoon dragged on. I think I came to know what a condemned man's last day is like. After a while you feel like you just want to get it over with, but you're never really that anxious. I found things to keep busy with. Eventually, it was time to pick up Carly. When I got in the car, my stomach was in a knot. If Nancy had talked to Carly, I could expect a big fight. If not, it might be the last good time I would spend with Carly. I thought the stress of juggling Carly and Nancy was tough. Waiting to see if Nancy would tell Carly was going to be even worse. I knew I couldn't show it or Carly would suspect something. I had to really act like nothing was wrong. I thought Carly was the actress.

I arrived at Carly's house not long after she got home. She had barely had time to shower and change. I told her I was taking her out for pizza before the movie. I wanted to make the most of what little time we might have left. Carly was glad to see me. The smile on her face told me she hadn't talked to Nancy. I tried to cover the relief with excitement over seeing her. We drove to the Pizza Hut for a quick meal. It was light; Carly was tired after the all day rehearsal. We sat next to each other in the booth, laughing and talking about her day. I didn't offer any details on how I had spent my day. We did silly things like scrunch up the straw wrappers and put a drop of Coke on them to watch them expand. It was so nice being next to her. I enjoyed the warmth of her body, the smell of her hair, the sweet sound of her voice. I hoped I wouldn't be missing those things anytime soon.

There wasn't much playing at the movies that we were interested in seeing. We finally decided on a movie, using the time to just be together. In a way, I was relieved to be spending time with just Carly. I was glad I had not gone further with Nancy. I was proud of myself that I hadn't taken that last step. I couldn't entirely forget my guilt for what steps I had taken, or for whom I had spent time with that morning, but I did enjoy seeing the movie with Carly. When it was over, we drove home slowly. Carly even suggested that we park somewhere. I felt too guilty to make the suggestion, but I wasn't going to turn her down. We ended up parked beneath that tree where we had first kissed. When I turned off the engine, it was really quiet.

Carly slid next to me and put her arms around my neck. I turned and put my arms around her waist before kissing her. I loved feeling her boobs against my chest as my tongue explored her mouth. Our hands were roaming over each other's backs as we kissed. I let my hands stray to her sides a few times, feeling the soft sides of her tits through her shirt. My teenage hormones overrode the guilt.

"Want to move to the back seat?" I asked Carly.

"Yes," she answered breathily. She kicked off her shoes and I watched her jeans-clad ass disappear over the seat. I did the same, finding her lying on the back seat. I moved on top of her and we continued kissing. I could feel my erection growing against her body. She could feel it also, even through our clothes.

We stopped kissing and looked at each other in the dark interior of the car. We both knew what was next. I sat up and she did the same as we turned to face each other. I ran my hands over her shirt, cupping my palms over her tits and squeezing. I bent down and bit at one nipple through her shirt as she said, "We have to make this quick. My mom already suspects we're doing this. We can't be too late."

I nodded in the darkness as I pulled her shirt out of her jeans and over her head. The shirt was still falling to the floor when my fingers found the clasp to her bra. Carly was pulling my shirt up at the same time. Quickly, we kissed again, only this time her tits were pressed against my bare chest. It only fueled our passion. I pushed her back against the door and started undoing her pants. With the belt unbuckled and the waist unbuttoned, I hastily unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs so fast that I pulled her panties with them. She chuckled as she lifted her ass up so I could finish undressing her. I finished with her socks and she was now naked in my back seat.

Carly went to work on my pants and I was soon as naked as she was. I slid her back onto the seat and lay on top of her. We kissed and enjoyed the feel of our bodies touching. She opened her legs as much as she could, her right leg falling off the seat in the process, so my legs could get between her and my dick could press against her mound. She moaned as I ground my erection against her. I got up and moved to suck her nipples.

"Time, Sam," she reminded me. As much as I wanted this to go on for hours, I knew we had to be quick. She suggested, "Sixty-nine?" I nodded and we got up so I could lie down. The seat was warm from the heat of her body. She deftly moved on top of me, holding my dick in her hand as she settled into position. It was cramped doing this in the car, but we were both willing to overlook this. My hands were on her ass, pulling her down to my face. I smelled her excitement just before I felt the warm wetness on my cheeks. I gripped her by her ass cheeks as my tongue probed. I distantly heard her moan just before I felt her mouth envelop my cock. I licked and probed as she sucked. My dick went in and out of her mouth, my tongue went in and out of her pussy. I enjoyed her wetness, her scent, her taste. I wanted this to go on all night but we both knew it couldn't. Carly came first. When she did, she stopped sucking and pressed her pussy down hard onto my face. I fucked her hole with my tongue as she came on me.  

When Carly was finished, she got up and turned to face me in the darkness. She kissed me lightly on the lips, aware that my face was coated with her juices. "I want to watch your face while you cum in my mouth," she told me as she sank to her knees on the floor. I swung around so she was between my legs. She leaned forward and opened her lips; the head of my dick slipped through her lips and met her tongue. She sucked and licked, letting me fuck her mouth. I couldn't imagine a pussy feeling any better than this. As my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could see her face a little and I knew she couldn't see any better in the dark. I sat there, feeling the car seat against my bare ass and back but thinking only of the contact between my cock and Carly's mouth. For her part, Carly looked up at me with a loving expression on her face. She was enjoying doing this as much as I was enjoying receiving it. When I started to tense up just before I came, it looked like she was smiling with her eyes. I didn't want to grip the back of her head and force my dick down her throat, so I gripped the edge of the seat. My legs tensed up and stretched forward to the back of the front seat. Carly redoubled her efforts and I rewarded them. In the still quiet of the car, I could hear her swallowing my cum.

When I was finished, Carly knelt between my legs and kissed me. I put my arms around her, pressing her body against mine. I sighed as I felt the contact. I wanted to do more but I knew time was short. Carly knew it as well. When our lips parted, she got up and started shuffling through the discarded clothes on the floor, handing me my things and putting hers into a pile. We got dressed in the semi-darkness. I watched as she put on her underwear and felt disappointment as she covered my favorite parts. I wiped my face on the inside of my shirt so I didn't smell too much like her when I brought her home. Once we were dressed, I hugged her again. As I ran my hands over her I started laughing.

"What's so funny," Carly asked.

"Your shirt. It's inside out. You might want to fix that before I take you home." Her shirt was a really soft material and the seams were not very apparent in the dim light.

"Shit! I'm glad you caught that," she said as she removed the garment and turned it the right way. "If I had gone home like that…"

"I don't even want to think about it," I said. "It might give me nightmares."

She giggled in agreement. Once she was properly dressed, we moved to the front seat and I drove to Carly's house. I walked her to the front door and kissed her a lot less passionately than I had in the car. I watched her walk inside and close the door before I left.

When I was home and in bed, I lay awake thinking. I was comparing the two encounters. I truly loved Carly and I didn't regret my choice. I was just wondering who I enjoyed being with more, sexually. With Nancy, it was wilder and she was willing to go further. With Carly, it was all about love. I just couldn't help thinking that if my choice had been Nancy, it was a sure thing. If Carly found out what I had done with Nancy, I might be left out in the cold. Monday was coming closer all the time and I wasn't looking forward to it.

*

Continued in Chapter 3 – Double Date, Double Trouble

This story is Copyright © 2005 by Strickland83. All rights reserved.



One of Two Ch. 03



Chapter 3 -- Double Date, Double Trouble

The ringing phone woke me up on Sunday morning. I idly wondered if it might be Carly. When my mother knocked on the door and told me Carly was on the phone, I felt a tightness across my chest. Maybe Nancy had called her and told her everything. It would be the ultimate revenge. If Nancy couldn't be happy, no one would be happy.

I answered the phone with trepidation. "Hi, Carly," I said as calmly as I could manage.

"Were you still sleeping?" Carly asked. I tried to gauge her emotional state from the sound of her voice, but her tone was neutral.

"Yes," I answered warily.

"Oh. OK. Sam, we have a problem."

I think my heart stopped beating right there. I felt like I had fallen down a flight of stairs. It was a good thing I was still in bed.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I knew I sounded terrified. Carly didn't seem to notice. She was too preoccupied with whatever the problem was.

"When I got home last night, my mom was still up. She wanted to know where we had been after the movie. I had to lie to her." Carly was almost whispering now so she wouldn't be overheard. Was that the problem? I was trying hard not to cheer out loud.

"Does she suspect something?" I asked, trying not to sound too jubilant.

"She sure does. She told me I can't go to the dance with you unless we double with another couple."

There was silence for about half a minute.

Carly continued. "This might work out. I'm going to call Nancy and see if she is going. She can double with us."

"No!" I realized as soon as I said that how guilty it sounded. I tried not to sound like a strangled cat as I continued. "I mean, I don't think she's dating anyone." Yeah, like that reassured Carly.

"I'm going to ask. It's worth a shot," Carly told me. "I'll call you back after I talk to her."

In her haste, Carly hung up before I could dream up a better excuse. The last thing I wanted was for Carly to talk to Nancy, especially so soon after what happened yesterday. I tried calling back Carly but her line was already busy. I tried a few more times but had no more luck. Carly and Nancy were talking a long time. I knew what they were talking about. I had lost Carly.

I tried doing anything to take my mind off my impending doom but I couldn't concentrate on anything else. The minutes dragged on as I waited for Carly to call back. Maybe she was too upset to call. Maybe she was coming over to break up with me in person. I wouldn't blame her if she was coming over to punch me in the face.

It was about twenty minutes before the phone rang. The sound made me jump. I didn't answer it. I wanted to prolong my relationship with Carly a few seconds longer. My dad answered the phone that time and opened my door to tell me it was for me. I thanked him and picked up the phone as gingerly as if it was a bomb I was trying to defuse.

"Hello?"

"Sam, it's Carly."

My heart was now beating so hard that I could look down and see my shirt moving.

"I talked to Nancy."

The seconds were like hours as I waited for the inevitable.

"We had a long talk."

In my agony, I understood why condemned prisoners looked so calm as they were escorted to their executions. They were ready to just get it over with.

"She said that she is not dating anyone, but she'll go with us if she can get a date."

Huh? The blood was pounding so hard in my ears that I didn't think I heard Carly right. I couldn't have heard her right.

"Sam, are you there?" Carly asked.

"Yes, I'm here. Nancy said she'd double with us?" I tried not to sound incredulous but I don't think I succeeded.

"Yes, if she can get a date. Is there anyone you could talk to about asking her?"

It was about then that I remembered to breathe. I exhaled so loudly that Carly asked me if I was OK.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just…, oh, never mind. I'll ask around."

"Good. I'm sure you'll think of someone. Nancy is the only person I think we could go with who would understand if we wanted to go parking after the dance."

My harried mind was still trying to come to grips with the realization that Nancy hadn't told Carly about me -- about us. I had no idea what she was up to -- and that scared me.

Carly could tell I was preoccupied about something, so we hung up soon after that. Now all I had to do was find a date for the girl I was fooling around with yesterday behind my girlfriend's back, and everything would be fine. No matter how many times I repeated that statement to myself, it never sounded right.

Who was I going to ask? I had to do something. The last thing I wanted to do now was to leave Nancy in the lurch. I didn't want to give her any further reason to ruin my life. I had already done enough to convince her to do that. I had to find someone who she could have a good time with. It had to be someone who Carly would feel comfortable with if there was to be a point to our double date. I thought over the list of friends from our circle. Most of them were dating. Eventually, I narrowed the choices down to one - Frank. His steady girlfriend had moved away over the summer. I hadn't heard that he was going to the dance with anyone. He had been with us that day last summer when Carly and I got together. As far as I knew, he wasn't aware of what Nancy and I had been doing. If I was lucky, no one had figured that out, and things would stay that way. If my luck didn't hold out, … I didn't want to go there.

I called Frank and felt him out. He knew Nancy and he was interested in the idea. I passed along her number and he assured me he would call her. After I got off the phone, I sat in my room, catching my breath. I was starting to think that I was going to get away with this.

There was still Monday. I knew I would have to face Nancy in class. I couldn't get around that and it haunted me for the rest of the weekend. My stomach was in knots right up until the time I arrived at my first class. Nancy was already there, sitting in her usual place -- right next to mine. I tentatively slipped into my chair, totally unsure of what to expect.

Nancy turned to face me when she heard me sit down. I held my breath.

"Good morning, Sam." She was smiling.

I had to swallow to wet my mouth enough to answer her. "Hi, Nancy."

"Thanks for talking to Frank. He called me yesterday and asked me to the dance. We even went to a movie yesterday afternoon. He's a really nice guy." Nancy was smiling, maybe a little too much. I couldn't feel comfortable around her anymore.

"I'm glad. Frank's a good friend. I hope you two will have fun at the dance."

"I'm sure we will all have fun together," she said. Even though she sounded very happy, her words sounded somehow ominous. I found myself thinking over every word before speaking to her. I was so afraid that I would say something to set her off. A few words from her to Carly and my life would go to shit.

I met Carly for lunch. She was all smiles. I let myself relax a little. I realized that if I was always tense around her, she would figure out I was guilty about something.

"I saw Nancy this morning," she said. My heart skipped a few beats for good measure. "It sounds like she and Frank are really hitting it off well."

"Yeah, she told me about him this morning, too. I hope it works out for them."

"She needs someone. She hasn't dated since she moved here," Carly added, sounding concerned for her friend.

I knew why she hadn't dated, of course. I was not about to explain that to Carly. Instead, I said, "It sounds like she likes Frank."

"Good. We can double with them. My parents won't be so suspicious when we come in late if we are with them."

"Carly, how are we going to do anything with them in the car?" I didn't understand what she was leading up to.

"Come on, Sam. Don't be shy. They'll be in the back seat and we'll be in the front. We'll have enough privacy."

"I don't know about this, Carly. They will still be able to hear us."

"They won't be sitting back there taking notes. They will be busy, too. Besides, it isn't like we're going to shock Nancy. She knows what we've been doing."

"What?!" Did Carly really mean that? If Carly told Nancy that, what did Nancy tell Carly? I was sweating a little harder now.

"Come on, Sam. She's my friend. Girls talk. Don't guys talk about what they do?"

"Apparently not in as much detail as girls. Geeze, Carly. Did you really tell her everything?" Inside, I was hoping and praying that Nancy hadn't shared anything about me with her.

"Relax, Sam. She won't tell anyone. It was just between the two of us."

I was frantically trying to think all this through. If Carly wasn't upset, then Nancy must not have told her anything about what we had done together.

"I'll still feel a little self conscious about doing… that… with them in the car with us," I said.

"You'll forget all about them once we start taking our clothes off. Trust me." I could hear the sly smile in her voice.

From then on, whenever I saw Nancy she was all bubbly talking about Frank. They seemed to be getting very close and she was happy about it. That suited me fine. I desperately wanted her to fall in love with someone else and forget all about what she had done with me.

The girls had gotten together and planned what we would do on the night of the dance. I picked up Carly, who was dressed in a beautiful white dress. I had a flower for her, of course, which I nervously offered to her. Her mother pinned it on her dress, saving me the embarrassment of trying to figure out how to do that without looking like I was trying to feel her up in front of her parents. Feeling her up would come later.

We picked up Frank before going to Nancy's house. I hadn't seen Doctor Hunter since before that fateful day in Nancy's bedroom so I didn't know how he would react to me. I didn't think he knew about Carly, and he knew Nancy and I were very good friends. I didn't relish the idea that he might say something to make Carly suspect that Nancy and I had ever been anything more than friends. Fortunately, Frank went to the door to get her while Carly and I waited in the car. Soon we were arriving at the restaurant to eat dinner.

We sat at a table for four. I was enjoying staring at Carly while the four of us chatted. She looked pretty good in blue jeans at school, but seeing her in that dress really took my breath away. The thought of seeing her out of that dress later was getting me hard. The four of us had a good time eating. I managed to get over my nervousness about Nancy being there and relax. For her part, Nancy appeared to be thinking only of Frank. She looked, well, if not in love then at least in lust. They were holding hands and looking at each other. I was relieved.

The dance was fun. Our usual gang was all there. My favorite part had to be the slow dances holding Carly tightly against me. I could feel her body through the dress and imagine what she was going to look like in the moonlight later. Nancy suggested we change partners for one slow dance and I almost choked. Carly thought that would be fun and I found myself holding Nancy on the dance floor. It was the first time we had touched since she had offered herself to me in her bed. I think I was almost trembling. We were dancing so close that we could whisper into each other's ear and no one would overhear us. Feeling Nancy against me was bringing back memories I had tried to forget and I was getting excited.

"It's nice to be so close to you again, Sam."

That statement wouldn't be so dangerous without "again". Carly and Frank were nearby but (fortunately) not able to hear her words.

"Nancy, that was --"

"A very special time we shared," Nancy supplied. "I'll always treasure it. I'm not sorry we did that. Are you?"

How could I answer a question like that? Either way, I was setting myself up for the kill.

"Nancy, you know I love Carly."

"Yes, I do. She's a very lucky girl. I hope I'll get as lucky with Frank."

How did she mean that?

"Thanks for getting Frank to call me."

"You're welcome," I answered, glad to have dodged her question.

The song ended. As we parted to walk back to our table, I felt in a small way disappointed that I hadn't taken the chance to enjoy feeling Nancy's body pressed against me. Again.

I danced with Carly for the next slow song. We were swaying together closely when she innocently asked, "What did you and Nancy talk about?"

I was nervous having to always be on my toes when Carly and Nancy were together. I thought quickly and told her, "Her and Frank." It was the truth. Mostly.

"Yeah, they seem to be really hitting it off. I'm happy for them."

"Now I'm thinking about you… and later," I said, hoping to distract Carly's thoughts.

"Mmm, me, too. I've been getting wet thinking about you."

We left the dance before it ended. As I drove out of the school parking lot, Carly slid next to me, put her hand on my leg, and suggested that we drive over to the old oak tree in the field. I was still a little uncomfortable about Nancy and Frank being in the back seat, but hormones were doing their best to make me forget about that. As I drove, the sounds from the back seat told me that Nancy and Frank were getting to know each other better. By the time I turned off the highway onto the dark road, they were kissing heavily.

Carly, apparently encouraged by the sounds they were making, was now rubbing my erection through my pants. She took my right hand and put it in her lap. Instinctively I tried to fondle her but it wasn't working very well through the dress. She pulled her dress up to her waist and put my hand on her pantyhose. I gave her a surprised look but she whispered, "It's coming off soon, anyway." I thought I heard a light giggle from the back seat but I wasn't sure.

I parked alongside the tree where Carly and I had first kissed months before. I turned off the lights and the engine. It was so quiet. There was a full moon so the inside of the car was well illuminated. Carly leaned over and kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwined in the way they had been wanting to all night. Carly broke the kiss and turned to face her door. "Unzip me, please." She was wasting no time. As I undid her zipper, I hear whispers from the back seat, then the slow sound of another zipper. I couldn't believe Nancy was going to do this with Frank. Then I thought, Why not? We were doing it.

Carly turned back to me and I helped her slip out of her dress. It was a little awkward undressing each other in the front seat. There was definitely more room for this in the back seat, but we had to make the best of the situation. In a short time, Carly was sitting in the front seat of my car in only her bra and panties, and I was also wearing only my underwear. We kissed again, running our hands over each other's bodies. Similar sounds of undressing had come from the back seat so I suspected Nancy was probably well on the way to being naked as well. As I touched Carly, I couldn't stop images of a naked Nancy from creeping into my mind.

Carly was rubbing the front of my underwear, caressing the barely concealed erection. The sounds coming from the backseat were fading into the background as things with Carly in the front seat were heating up. Hormones finally took over and I pushed Carly back, sliding her to a lying position beneath me on the seat. I kissed her deeply, very aware of all the bare flesh touching me. Moving lower, I reached under her back and released her bra. I worked it off her arms and dropped in on top of the pile of clothes on the floor, never taking my eyes off her breasts. I kissed and licked them. The trails of my saliva were glistening in the moonlight. Carly cooed in approval as I sucked her sensitive nipples.

I kissed lower, across her flat stomach until I reached the waistband of her panties. I gripped the waistband in my teeth and managed to pull it low enough to encounter her hair, but no lower. I used my hands to pull on her panties. She obediently lifted her hips off the seat to help me and I removed her last remaining garment. I could smell her arousal as I settled back down between her legs. The position was awkward. My legs were on the floor beneath the steering wheel and my back was almost against the driver's door, but the discomfort was forgotten as I prepared to eat her pussy.

I used my fingers to delicately pull her lips apart. My tongue softly touched her inner lips before sliding up to look for her clit. The car rocked gently as Nancy and Frank moved about in the backseat and I heard them talking softly but I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying. I pressed my tongue hard against Carly's pussy and licked as I looked up to her face. I really liked watching her face as I licked her.

I was surprised to see her not looking down at me in ecstasy, but looking above me in surprise. I lifted my head and bumped into something soft. Two somethings soft, actually. Moving upright, I found a topless Nancy leaning over the seat and smiling broadly. She was holding something small and dark in her hand and she held it out to me. It was a rectangular cardboard box.

"Do you guys need any condoms?" Neither of us answered; we were too shocked to speak. When she didn't get an answer, Nancy continued, "We won't need the whole box." She looked over her shoulder, then back to me. "At least, I don't think we will." I could hear Frank laughing nervously as she said that. I looked to Carly, who shook her head.

"No, thanks, we're fine," I told Nancy.

"OK, whatever," she said before disappearing over the seatback. Before I moved back into position between Carly's legs, I snuck a glance over the seat. Frank was sitting at one end of the seat and rolling a condom onto his erection. Nancy was moving onto her back on the rest of the seat and spreading her legs. I couldn't believe what was about to happen back there. From what she had told me, Nancy had been a virgin when she had offered herself to me.

I tried to concentrate on my girlfriend's body, but Nancy was speaking louder now. Frank was whispering his replies but her words were loud enough to be hard to ignore.

"Be gentle, Frank. It's my first time, you know."

"Yeah, that's the spot. Right in there."

"Ooh, I didn't think it would feel so big in me. You're so hard."

"No, it doesn't hurt yet. I'll tell you when. It's just stretching me open a lot more than I've ever been stretched before."

"Ow! That's it! Stop for a minute." Nancy's loud breathing could be clearly heard.

Carly was looking at me, wide-eyed. She was obviously as surprised as I was about what was transpiring two feet away from us. I tried to distract both of us with her pussy, but what came next made that impossible.

"OK! I'm ready now. Push hard and break through."

"Are you sure?" It was Frank's voice now, sounding concerned.

"Yes. Make me a woman, Frank."

Then, "Ahhh!" Nancy screamed. It wasn't words. It was a high-pitched scream. Carly jumped at the sudden noise. I did, too. There was no doubt that Nancy had just given up her virginity.

The car started to rock softly side to side. Frank must be pumping in and out of Nancy. I could hear Nancy whimpering softly. A few times, she whispered, "It's OK. It doesn't really hurt. Don't stop," to encourage Frank.

I looked up to Carly. She was looking at the back of the seat. She must have been thinking about what her friend had just done right on the other side, what her friend was doing just then right on the other side.

I was thinking about it as well. I could have been the one to do what Frank was doing right then. It was offered to me and I turned it down. When I refused, she gave it to Frank. She could never offer that to anyone ever again. I could have been her first, but I chose Carly instead. I was thinking of how Nancy had looked that last time in her bed, her legs open, her pussy wet. She had wanted it so badly. The truth is that I wanted it badly also. I almost gave in, but I couldn't. I loved Carly. I had feelings for Nancy, too, but in the end my loyalty was to Carly.




One of Two Ch. 03



Nancy and Frank were both moaning now. The pleasure must be finally overcoming the pain for her. The moans were turning to cries -- orgasmic cries. I had heard Nancy cry out like that, when my hand was inside her. Now she had a dick inside her, making her cry out, making her cum.

I felt a tear escaping from my eye. I blinked and looked back to Carly. She wasn't looking at the seat anymore. She was watching me. Had she seen me cry? I put my face down and redoubled my efforts to make her forget about anything she might have seen. I didn't look up at her face. I concentrated on trying to make her scream like Nancy had.

Before I made Carly cum, everybody in the car heard Nancy cum. She called out for Frank. I was thankful she didn't have another Freudian slip and say my name instead. I was also sad. I no longer held a place in her heart. I made Carly cry out, but not nearly as loudly as Frank had made Nancy. When Carly was coming down from her peak, I crawled up over her to kiss her. I knew her juices were covering my cheeks, but she didn't usually mind. Just before I pressed my lips to hers, Carly put her hands on my slippery cheeks. She was looking at my face, trying to see something in the dark. I panicked for an instant, then she pulled me to her and we kissed. I held myself to Carly's naked body and tried really hard not to cry.

Had I made the right choice? I thought so, but why did I feel such a loss? I was glad I was here in the front seat with Carly, but at the same time I was so sad that I wasn't in the back seat with Nancy, inside Nancy. I was still on top of Carly when we heard Frank cumming. I knew his sperm was squirting into Nancy's pussy at that instant, the first sperm to ever be there. A sob escaped but I tried to conceal it by breathing deeply and rubbing my cheek against Carly's face.

"Hold the condom and pull out, Frank. I don't want to get pregnant on my first time," Nancy said. I could feel the car move as Frank shifted. A few moments later, the light came on as the back door opened. He was dropping the used condom outside and the door closed. "Come here, Frank. Cuddle with me. We can do it again when you're ready."

Again? She was going to give herself to him again and again, knowing I could hear what was going on. Carly whispered into my ear, "I want to give you a blowjob," as she pushed. I got up so we could rearrange ourselves. As I did, I tried to casually let my eyes drift to the backseat. What I saw was Frank lying on top of Nancy. In the moonlight, I could tell they were both sweaty. Nancy caught me looking at her. She didn't give me a smile this time. Her look was hard. The meaning was obvious. You could have had me but you turned me down so I gave it to someone else.

I tore my eyes away from the scene I didn't want to see and lay down on the seat. Had Carly seen that silent exchange? I saw Carly look to the backseat before moving down between my legs. She took my dick in her hand.

Usually, I was very hard after eating her out. Not this time. The emotions that were running through my head had short circuited my erection. Carly kissed me, licked me and stroked me trying to get me hard again. She was being very patient. Her efforts were in vain. In vain, that is, until I heard Frank and Nancy getting ready for round two. Nancy was giving us a play by play. This time, she asked Frank to sit up on the seat and she mounted him. She whimpered for us as she descended onto Frank's erection. As I imagined what her pussy must look like, with her lips being spread open by that dick, I became erect in Carly's hand. She took me into her mouth and sucked.

I wanted to enjoy what Carly was doing to me, I really did, but I was thinking about what Nancy was doing instead. When Nancy approached her first orgasm, she leaned back until her head was against the driver's headrest, probably so I could see her. I watched as her blonde hair bobbed. She was thrusting her bottom against Frank, against his invading member, and she turned to her left. She turned so I could see her face. I looked into her eyes. The gaze staring back at me was one of pure ecstasy.

I couldn't hold her stare. I looked down at Carly instead and concentrated on what she was doing to me. I forced myself to think not of Nancy but of Carly. I wanted to cum for Carly. Nancy, noticing that I wasn't watching her anymore, began moaning loudly. I ignored her and thought only of Carly, of how much I loved her. It worked. I tensed up and exploded in her mouth. Carly moaned sweetly as she felt the warmth squirting out from my dick and filling her mouth. I felt her swallow as I enjoyed the look of pleasure on her face.

When I was finished, I looked again at the headrest but Nancy had moved away. Carly saw me looking and her eyes followed mine, but there wasn't anything to see. Carly crawled up onto me and we cuddled, the warmth of our bodies warding off the night's chill that was seeping into the car. As Carly breathed, I could smell myself on her breath but I didn't mind. It only reminded me of the orgasm she had given me. Besides, I'm sure that to her I smelled like her pussy.

Suddenly, Frank called out from the back seat that he was cumming. Nancy started riding him frantically. We couldn't see them, of course, but we could hear the sound of their bodies slapping together, Nancy's wetness squishing between them, and we could feel the car shaking. Frank groaned and we both knew he was spurting into Nancy's body again. Carly lifted her head a little and looked at me. I could see in the semidarkness that she was smiling. She was smiling for her friend's pleasure. I did what I had to do. I smiled with her. Outside, I was smiling while inside my heart was ripping apart. Barely two feet from me, Nancy was giving herself freely and wantonly. Knowing I could hear what was going on, she was giving away what I had turned down. I relived her words to me that night she slipped up on the phone. All this happened in a few seconds. I was sad that it wasn't me inside her, under her. I was sad that I didn't receive the gift of her virginity. Then I came to my senses. Carly and I both knew we weren't going to go any further. I pulled my arms tighter around Carly as I realized I had all I truly wanted right there.

Nancy kept up the rhythm until Frank must have gotten too soft to continue. We heard them shifting as she got off, then the car door opened and closed one more time. The condom was disposed of.

"Carly, do you have any Kleenex? There's a little blood back here." It was Nancy's voice breaking the stillness. Carly looked at me. I nodded.

"I have some in the glove compartment," I answered. Carly reached for it and sat up to hand it to Nancy. Nancy made a point of leaning over the seat enough that I could tell she was still naked. The sounds of her wiping, first her pussy then the seat, could be heard.

Carly got up and made room for me to get up as well. I realized as she did that her tits were visible to Frank. I had seen that much of his girlfriend tonight, and a lot more than that on other occasions. After that, we all shuffled around trying to sort out our clothes. Getting dressed in the car was more difficult than usual. The girls had to get back into their pantyhose and dresses. I noticed with a tiny smile that Carly was being especially careful to ensure nothing was inside out. It was easier for Nancy and Frank in the back seat, but we managed. I helped Carly as best I could -- mostly zipping her dress for her.

When we were ready, I didn't hear much movement from the backseat, so I dared to turn my head and look. Nancy and Frank were locked in a passionate kiss, but it looked like they were both dressed.

"Are you two ready to go home?" I asked.

Nancy turned from Frank to look at me. She had the most radiant smile on her face. I guess it would be called a 'just fucked look'. "Oh, yes," she answered in a dreamy voice. "We're finished." She giggled after that and kissed Frank again.

I drove us home in silence, stopping first at Nancy's house so Frank could walk her to the door. I watched them as I realized that Nancy had left as a virgin but was not returning that way. What would Doctor Hunter do to Frank if he knew what had just happened? I wondered. Probably castrate him like a bull.

After we had dropped Frank off, I took Carly home. I held her tightly as I kissed her goodnight at her door. I didn't want to let go of her. I wanted to keep this reminder that I had made the right choice close to me, but I had to let her go. Reluctantly, I watched her go inside and I drove away.

When I got into bed, I tried to go to sleep but memories of Nancy's cries kept me awake. I knew she was lying in bed reliving the experience. I couldn't get the sounds or images out of my head. I wanted to relish my time with Carly, but my memories of Nancy wouldn't let me.

I was doing my chores around the house right after lunch on Sunday when I heard the phone ring. My mom called out that it was Carly for me. I answered it casually.

"Hi, Carly."

"Hi, Sam." Carly's tone spoke volumes. Something was very wrong. Panic quickly gripped my intestines as I speculated that Nancy had finally gotten her revenge. "Can you get away for a few hours? We need to talk."

It sounded like the end was here. I was going to be held accountable for what I had done. I knew I deserved it. "Sure, Carly. I'll pick you up in half an hour."

"Give me an hour to get ready, OK?"

"Sure." I hung up the phone and tried not to cry. Another hour for me to be Carly's boyfriend. I finished up what I was doing and cleaned up. When it was time to pick up Carly, I drove slowly up to her house. I was trying to memorize what everything along the way looked like because I expected that I'd never be going here again. Carly was sitting on the front porch step waiting for me. She wasn't smiling.

She walked to the car and got in. She was wearing blue shorts and a bright yellow t-shirt. "Can we go to the oak tree? I want to talk there." I heard sadness in her voice. I expected anger but I heard sadness. I nodded and drove off.

We pulled up to the tree, the spot where we had kissed for the first time. I suppose it was fitting that everything would end where it had begun. I turned off the engine and turned to Carly but she got out of the car. I followed. When she sat on the grass at the base of the tree, I sat in front of her. She turned to face away from me, looking at the fields in the distance. It was sunny and slightly warm, unlike my mood. I could hear insects buzzing in the grass. Otherwise, it was just Carly and I. No one else was in sight.

"I saw you cry last night," Carly began, "when, you know, Nancy did it." I started to answer but she cut me off. "Just listen, Sam." I nodded. "I thought at first that you were sad she was in pain. Then I noticed other things. Little things that started to fit. This morning, I called Nancy. We had a long talk."

I knew this was the end. I braced myself for her to slap my face. I saw tears start to flow down Carly's cheeks. I wanted to brush them away but I didn't think my fingers would be welcome on her face anymore.

"I asked her and she told me, but I want to hear it from you, Sam. What have you been doing with Nancy?" Her voice was hard.

In the second or two before I spoke, I seemed to work through many scenarios in my brain. There wasn't a good way out. If she had talked to Nancy, there was no point lying. There could be only one outcome. At least she would remember me telling the truth. That might mean something to her -- someday.

"I'm sorry, Carly. I didn't mean it to happen. It just --"

"I just want to hear it from you. What did you do with her, Sam?" Her tone was even, controlled.

I told her everything. I told her about the bus ride, the afternoon at Nancy's house, even the morning in Nancy's bed. I told her how I had done everything with Nancy that I had done with her. I told her with emphasis that I stopped there. Nancy had wanted more but I walked away. It tore me up to be hurting Carly this way, but I guess she needed to hear it. She listened, not looking at me the entire time. The tears stopped, wet traces lining her sweet face. When I finished, she turned to me. I looked into her eyes and told her that I couldn't go any further with Nancy. I had to end it as I should have at the very beginning. I told Carly I loved her and that I was sorry. I told her that I wished she could forgive me but I knew that she couldn't. My tears had started flowing as I spoke, and I was sobbing now.

"Nancy told me the same thing. You turned her down. She admitted that she had tried to take you away from me but you didn't let her. She told me I was very lucky to have you. She also told me that last night was meant only to hurt you. She regretted losing her virginity that way but nothing could change that now. She is sorry that she hurt both of us."

I wondered if that would be the last time I heard Carly say, "both of us" to me.

Carly continued. "Nancy told me how it started, how she slipped up on the phone, what she said to you." There was a pause. Was this the end? "The whole time, I thought she was my friend. I thought I could trust her."

I thought I knew how Carly was feeling. She was betrayed by me as well as her friend. I felt really bad. I heard Carly take a really deep breath. She turned to face me. I braced for the slap but it never came. Carly looked right at me and started speaking again.

"I'm not glad you did what you did. It hurt me, but it also made me think. All this time, I know you've wanted to go further than I did but you honored my limits. You could have had Nancy but you didn't. That showed me you really love me -- and I really love you."

I couldn't believe the direction things were going. Maybe this wasn't the end for us after all. I waited for her to continue.

"I'm sorry I made you wait. I just wasn't ready to go all the way." She took another deep breath. A breeze came up and blew a wisp of her hair away from her face. "When we graduate in the spring, we are both going on to new things, a new stage in our life. I'm not sure if we will stay together when that happens. I hope we do, but it's not certain."

"I love you, Carly. I have no intentions of looking for anything else," I said. She held up her hand to stop me, to allow her to continue.

"After I got off the phone with Nancy, I cried. When I stopped crying, I did a lot of thinking. I came to a decision. I'm sure of it now. I've been thinking of this for a little while now, but I'm really sure now." Carly reached into the pocket of her shorts and took something small out. She reached for my hand with her right hand. She held my hand palm up and looked deeply into my eyes as her left hand passed over mine. She dropped something into my palm. I didn't understand.

I looked down at my hand as hers moved aside. I knew what I was looking at. I had seen one before in Health class, but it still took me a few seconds to comprehend what Carly was doing. When Carly was sure I had seen what she put in my hand, she closed my hand around it.

"Sam, whatever happens to us, I want my very first time to be with you. They say you never forget your first time. I want that memory to be of you. I hope we stay together for the rest of our lives, but just in case…"

The realization hit me full on. My hand was trembling in hers. I felt so in love with Carly, yet so unworthy at that moment. Carly saw that in my face and reassured me.

"Let's share this special time, right now, right here where we first kissed."

"Are you sure, Carly?" I asked.

She nodded, smiling now. Not a big grin, just a gentle, small smile. "Make love to me, Sam."

Carly released my hand and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and dropped it in the grass. She reached behind her and released the clasp on her bra. When she was topless, she stood and kicked off her shoes. With her hand on the snap of her shorts, she tilted her head, smiled a little broader, and asked, "Well? Don't you want me?"

I was still a little in shock. I blinked, and then struggled to my feet. Facing Carly, I pulled her to me and kissed her. I felt the softness of her unencumbered breasts mashing against my shirt, the skin of her bare back, the brush of her hair against the side of my face when I hugged her after I kissed her. I drew back so I could look at her. I held her eyes and felt love for her in every part of my body.

"Yes. Oh, yes, Carly. I want you so much. I've wanted you since I first met you."

"Then show me," she said to me.

I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it. I looked around to be sure we were still alone. It was a typical Sunday afternoon, no one in sight. I dropped to my knees in front of her and carefully removed the last of her clothes. My heart pounded when the pussy I thought I'd never see again came into view. I delicately kissed her there.

Carly pulled me up and traded places with me and finished undressing me. I was fully erect and oozing precum when my dick sprang into view.

"We need to cover that thing before it gets to my pussy," she said, giggling. She took me in her mouth and gave me a suck, moaning as she tasted me. I could barely maintain my balance. After two sucks, she stopped and pulled back. I looked down at her, not understanding. My hard cock was shiny with her saliva, hanging two inches from her face. Carly held out her hand to me. When I didn't react, she raised an eyebrow.

"Well?" she asked. Then, realization hit me. Sheepishly, I handed over the condom she had placed in my hand. She took it, tore open the packet, and expertly rolled it onto my erection. "Now, you're safe."

She saw me watching her put on the condom. She could see that I was wondering how she knew what to do. "Girls take Health class, too," she explained.

She took me by the hand and led me to the back door of my car. She put her hand on the door handle, but then stopped.

"No, not in there. Not after last night." She looked around and led me to a spot in the grass. Still holding my hand, she sat. She released my hand and lay back, stretching out in the warm soft grass in the shade. Looking at me, she slowly spread her legs open. She looked so inviting. She was a vision of loveliness, an angel offering herself to a mere mortal. I wasn't about to refuse her.

I lowered myself to her and sat on my haunches so my dick was over her pubic hair. I could see it inside the almost transparent condom, hard and anxious. I looked from Carly's pussy to her face.

"It's my first time so be gentle. Don't hold back, but be gentle with me."

Her words sounded so sweet. She was surrendering herself to me, giving me the gift she could only give once. I blew her a kiss before taking my shaft in my hand to guide it into place. With my left hand, I parted her lips. I could feel her soft curly hair against my fingers. My right hand forced my erection to bend lower and line up with her opening. She was wet in anticipation. She was as wet as I was hard. I knew she was also nervous, especially after hearing all the noise Nancy had made. I pressed the head to her opening to gather some moisture. I could see the wetness sticking to the latex, making it more transparent. When I had wet myself at her spring, I moved upward so I could slide the head of my dick against her clit. She had felt my fingers, lips and tongue there before. This was the first time she felt my dick there. She drew a deep breath.

I moved back to enter her. I pressed the head to the entrance and pushed just a little. I felt the tight opening grip me as I forced just the tip of the mushroom head through. I looked back to her and smiled. She was trying to smile but I could see the stretching was a little uncomfortable.




One of Two Ch. 03



"It's OK," Carly said. "Nancy told me what to expect. It will be very nice… in a few minutes." I saw her chest rise as she took a deep breath. "Push on."

I pressed further. I could feel the pressure on my cock as I pushed and she yielded. She was gripping me tightly, her ample moisture making it barely possible for me to slip in a little further. I released the pressure a little, and then pushed in a little further. I was making very slow progress.

I could feel the barrier. I even saw it in her eyes when I pressed against it. We both knew this was it, the final step. I lay over her, feeling her hard nipples against my chest, and kissed her. I had put my fingers in there before, even she had put her fingers there, but never anything this large.

"Don't stop now," she said. "Break through."

"Carly, I love you. I don't want to cause you any pain."

"It's just for an instant. After that, we will share such pleasure." She grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me against her. I pressed harder against her membrane. "Now. Don't make me wait. Get it over with."

I complied. I pressed. I saw her face contort with pain. Not agony, but discomfort. She started to cry out and I kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth to stifle her cries. I put my arms around her waist and pressed really hard. I felt her body start to give way for an instant, then the barrier was gone as I tore it open. Carly gave a little scream into my mouth for just an instant. As the head passed through, I felt her rubbery lips snap shut behind the crown, gripping my shaft and holding me in. I pressed in, feeling her body welcoming the intruder. I was now touching her in a way that no one had ever touched her before.

As the pain subsided, she kissed me deeply and ran her hands over my back. I pulled out a little and pressed in, reaching as deeply as I could. We were joined now in a way we had never joined before. I felt so close to the woman in my arms. We were truly one.

I released her lips and lifted myself up just enough to look at her face. She was smiling broadly now.

"It didn't hurt much," she reassured me. Then she sighed. "You feel so good inside me that it was worth that little bit of pain." I kissed her again and started moving in and out of her. She moaned into my mouth and I could feel her hips moving against mine.

I'm proud to say that I lasted long enough my first time to make her cum. Just barely, though. I was close and trying not to go over the edge. When I recognized that look on her face, I lost it. I pushed myself fully into her and squirted into the condom.

"I can feel you cumming inside me," Carly gasped. "It's so warm." She took a deep breath and sighed. "So hot."

I just held her and came. The wind was blowing through the grass, I could hear the tree swaying slightly above us, the sun was shining brightly, but all I was aware of was the place where our bodies were joined.

I felt my erection waning. I remembered what I needed to do from the lessons in Health class. I reached down where we were joined, grasped the rubber ring, and withdrew carefully from Carly's body. I sat up on my haunches as I did. Looking down, I saw a few small streaks of blood on the wet outside of the condom. Carly was looking at it also.

"Proof," she said. "I was a virgin."

"Yes, and so was I," I replied, nodding.

Carly smiled. "Yes, you were."

I pulled the condom off my soft dick and dropped it in the grass. I returned to Carly and held her in my arms. We were both a little sweaty, but that was drying quickly in the breeze.

"That was worth waiting for," I said. It was a statement, not necessarily directed to Carly.

"Yes, it was," was her reply.

"You said earlier that Nancy had told you what to expect," I said. "Did you really ask her about that?"

"Yes, I did," Carly told me. She paused for maybe a minute before deciding to continue. "I was ready to do this last night, right after Nancy and Frank did it." I turned to look at her, surprise on my face. "But I didn't want to do it there, with them, …"

"You could tell …"

"Not yet, but I wanted my first time to be more special, more private."

"I was an asshole."

"No. Well, maybe." She smiled when she said that, to take the heat out of her words. I still felt bad for what I'd done to her. "I was upset after I got home, when I had time to think. I remembered the way you reacted to Nancy, and then other things started to fit. I cried a lot last night." I started to tear up when she said that; I was thinking about the hurt I had caused her. "This morning, when I talked to Nancy, she told me that she really regrets what she did last night -- what she did to you and what she did to herself."

I took a deep breath. There was a stutter as I fought a sob, realizing how close I had come to losing Carly. "I thought you wanted to see me to break up with me."

"I was going to do that, at first. Nancy convinced me not to. She told me how much you loved me, how you were worth keeping."

"I was really surprised when you handed me that condom."

Carly laughed. "You should have seen your face. I wanted to laugh so badly, but I didn't want to spoil the mood."

"You know I don't deserve you," I said.

"You proved yourself. What you did with Nancy was really bad, but you redeemed yourself when you turned Nancy down."

"I love you, Carly. I truly do."

"I know that." She leaned over to me and kissed my cheek. "I love you, too."

After that, we cleaned up and got dressed. All the way home, we held hands but we were each lost in our own thoughts. I was thinking about how special Carly was. I had really screwed up and she had still seen the best in me. I knew she was really special and I was going to do whatever it took to be worthy of her love. I also knew Nancy had turned out to be a really good friend. A good friend, but nothing more. I knew for sure I had made the right choice.