5 comments/ 65154 views/ 1 favorites Summer Lessons By: princezdaizy Sandi snuck into her mother's room and carefully removed the Cosmopolitan from her bedside table. Her parents didn't think it was acceptable for their eighteen-year old daughter to be reading Cosmo, but Sandi couldn't figure out what articles her mom bought it for. Sandi's mom was more of a Home Journal type and the thought of her mom and dad trying out any of the "6 Best Cosmo-Sutra Moves" grossed her out beyond words. She hid the stolen magazine under the beach towel and trudged outside. According to the slew of magazines for June pale was out and sun-goddess bronze was in-- in a big way. Sandi's parents didn't want their children to get skin cancer or a boyfriend so they also forbade sun bathing and tanning beds. Sandi begged her mom to let her try out one of the many fake tanners available but her mother proclaimed that "no daughter of hers is going to look like a slutty cheesy poof." And that was that. Sandi sulked over her mother's refusal but it didn't do any good. Sandi couldn't wait to escape to college. She had begun sending out applications and her only two requirements were that it was out of state and offered a degree in teaching. Her parents knew that they were losing their little girl to the big world but no matter what type of guilt trip they tried to pull they couldn't convince Sandi to stay at home and attend community college. She was hell-bent on entering the stream of life, as her parent's called it. Although sun bathing was forbidden in the Fletcher household neither of her parents would be home until after 3 p.m. so it was safe until then. She splayed her towel out across the perfectly manicured lawn and lay down. She rolled the sleeves of her t-shirt up, making it sleeveless and she tucked the hem of her shirt up under her bra to expose her stomach. She wore the shortest shorts she owned and with her knees bent they naturally crept up and exposed the pale skin of her thighs. Sandi lay in that position for thirty minutes before turning over and lying on her stomach. She read through half of Cosmo before scurrying inside to prepare for her parents return home. Sandi ran upstairs and undressed, inspecting her body in the mirror. Her brownish hair was cut in an outgrown bob and she mostly pulled it back into a low ponytail to disguise her need of a haircut. The natural golden highlights that streaked her hair were becoming more prominent from their sun exposure. The tiny freckles that danced across her nose, like a little girl enrolled in her first ballet class, extended onto the apples of her cheek. She leaned in close to the mirror trying to see if there were any tan lines. Her tiny breasts hung in the air round and perky. Sandi shivered and gooseflesh covered her skin while her nipples tightened into points like tiny chocolate chips. Her stomach was flat and covered in light blonde peach fuzz that gave way to the modest triangle of dark curls between her legs. Sandi's legs were long and muscular. She had already decided that she would attribute her fitness to volleyball if anyone at college asked. It wasn't a complete lie; she did play volleyball a lot, just not for her school team. Instead her chosen after school activity was marching band. Even though she loved music and playing the saxophone brought her immense joy she didn't want to project that image in college. She was still wondering how to break it to her parents that she didn't plan on signing up for her college marching band. Sandi was disappointed that her hour in the sun hadn't seemed to make any difference but she knew that it would take more time than that to perfect her summer tan. She vowed to step-up her efforts for tomorrow. The next day Sandi snuck into her older sister's old bedroom and rifled through her dresser drawers. It took her some time but she managed to find what she was looking for. Tucked away in a mesh nylon bag were four pairs of pantyhose and three bathing suits. Sandi laid them out on the bed and looked them over. The first was a purple one piece that looked stretched and worn; it was no better than Sandi's own one piece from swimming class. The second was a two-piece bikini with a soft white background and pastel hearts in pink, purple, and blue. Sandi liked it but when she thought about wearing something so skimpy out in public a lump formed in her throat. The third was Sandi's first choice. It was a navy blue two-piece with modestly cut bottoms and a halter style top. The floorboards at the end of the hallway creaked and Sandi quickly shoved the two bikinis into her shorts and returned the ugly one piece and the mesh bag to their former location. Sandi heard the bathroom door open and close and she knew that it was safe to dash across the hall to her own bedroom. She pulled the two bathing suits out of her shorts and hid them between the mattress and box springs. In an hour, or so, both of her parents would be gone for work and it would be safe for Sandi to don her borrowed bikini and catch some rays. While Sandi could hear the shuffle of gravel beneath her father's tires she tied the navy blue halter-top around her neck. She slid on the bottoms and looked in the mirror. The bottoms were a little loose and hung low on her hips, the extra material pooling around her butt. Sandi took off the bikini and tried on the other one. The pants fit almost perfectly but the triangles were too large for her small breasts and puffed out at the sides. She decided to compromise and wear the navy blue top and the white and pastel bottoms. She might have been mismatched but it was better than wearing a bathing suit that didn't fit. Last night Sandi made a thorough search of the house and couldn't find a single tanning product. Everything that she found was designed to block out the sun-quite the opposite of what she wanted. But, her trusty guide to life, Cosmopolitan, suggested using olive oil as a cheap alternative to sun tan oil. Sandi pulled the dining room chair over to the kitchen cupboard and carefully removed the tall bottle of extra-virgin olive oil and poured about half a cup into an empty spray bottle. It was eleven o'clock and Sandi was determined to lie out until two o'clock. She carried out her towel, make-shift sun tan oil, the fourth installment in the series of books she was reading about three mischievous young wizards, and her sunglasses. She would have brought out some pop but they were warm so she stuck them in the refrigerator to chill first. Sandi spread her towel out and oiled up. She lay down and waited. After what felt like an hour she looked at her watch to discover that it had only been half an hour but it was still time to turn over. Time went by a lot faster while she was occupied reading and in no time her thirty minutes was up. After flipping over two more times Sandi was bored out of her mind. She decided to take a break from the boredom and get some lunch. She made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and had some pretzels. Sandi grabbed a can of fanta cola and returned back outside. While lying on her stomach she read and while lying on her back she invented a new game to play each time. For the first thirty minutes it was picking out shapes in the cloud formations. Then she read some more and when she flipped over onto her back for her last thirty minutes she saw him. His name was Jake Parker. They had played together when they were kids. Sandi was the youngest in the neighborhood and she usually spent the most time being "It," chasing around all the other kids who were faster than her. At the time Sandi had a huge crush on Jake but he thought girls were gross. Back then a three-year difference seemed like an eternity but now it only seemed like a few days. Sandi figured he was home from college for the summer. She watched him as he stood in the center of the dim garage aiming darts at an electronic dartboard eight feet away. He was wearing blue and red board shorts and black flip-flops. His dark hair was long with wisps that stuck out in tufts. Sandi could see the contours of his stomach and it was evident that Jake had escaped the curse of "the freshman fifteen." As he cocked his arm in aim at the dartboard Sandi could see his tiny bicep bulging. She realized that she still had a crush on Jake and she wasn't the little girl that she used to be. In two short months Sandi herself would be leaving for college. Saying goodbye to mommy and daddy and living her life by her own accord- sun bathing and reading Cosmo of she chose to. But, before Sandi left for college there were a few things that she wanted to change about herself. Number one was her pale pasty skin, number two was her appearance (hair, clothes, and makeup), and number three was her virginity. She didn't want it hanging over her head like a storm cloud. Sandi had enough worries about the sheltered life her parents had forced her to live and as special and important as she thought her virginity was she just wanted to get rid of it. Sandi was beginning to think that Jake would be an excellent candidate. She took two steps in his direction before realizing that she was wearing a mismatched bathing suit. Sandi furtively grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her waist. She pushed a few strands of hair back behind her ear and when she started towards the open garage it was empty. She placed her hand over her eyes to shield the glare from the sun but he wasn't there. Sandi scooped up her book and pop and walked solemnly inside. The first raindrops of the afternoon barely missed her. It rained all through the night and for the next three days. Sandi was cooped up inside and spent most of her time in her bedroom. Her bedroom window faced the street and Jake's house. Even while the rain drizzled outside he was still in there, relentlessly throwing darts. The garage door was open and the radio was playing and from what she could tell Jake wasn't half bad. He hit the board more than he missed but Sandi wasn't an expert. She leaned her head against the cool glass window streaked with rivulets of water and watched him. His quick and fluid movements mesmerized her and deep inside she longed for him. It was a feeling in her mind and her body that she didn't understand fully but she felt it with every cell of her body. Sandi unknowingly stroked her fingers up and down the length of her arm and soon the rest of her body was begging to be touched. She traced the collar of her t-shirt and grazed her fingers over her collarbone. She dropped her hand to her stomach and pulled up her shirt to expose her stomach. She traced lazy circles around her belly button, gradually getting bigger and radiating outwards. She looked down into the garage and saw Jake was taking a break. He was sitting on an old dresser dangling his legs and smoking a cigarette. Sandi's fingers crept between her shorts and her body. She slowly walked her fingers down until she felt the soft puffy lips of her vagina. She delicately stroked her labia in quick strokes. She slid her other hand down her pants and spread her outer lips, leaving her clitoris and inner labia vulnerable to the cool air. She watched him intently as he brought the cigarette up to his mouth, clenched it between his lips, and inhaled. She wished that Jake's lips had closed around her nipple instead. Smoke streamed from his nostrils as he tipped his head back and puffed out three perfect smoke rings into the muggy afternoon air. Her fingers were circling the entrance of her vagina, drawing out her juices and spreading them all over her labia. Once she was slick she used one hand to spread her pussy lips and the other hand pinched and fondled her aching clitoris. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Jake's head of scraggily brown hair between her legs and that her skilled fingers were actually his little pink tongue darting all around her. Sandi came quickly and when she opened her eyes he was gone. Every day that it rained Sandi sat watching him, perched on her window seat and masturbating while she watched him throwing darts. She liked being there looking down on him, the idea that he could look up and see her pleasuring herself while watching him sent chills down her back. And then on Wednesday the clouds slowly slipped away and the sun came out, shining full force like the star of the play drowned in the spotlight. In the meantime Sandi had found a two-piece bathing suit that fit her well, and matched, down at the Second Chance thrift store. She slipped on the bubblegum pink bottoms and carefully tied the two pink strings around her neck. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled in approval. Sandi smoothed her makeshift tanning oil over her skin until she glistened with a shiny sheen. She looked out her bedroom window to see if her Romeo was up yet but the garage door was closed and she assumed it was vacant as well. The first thing that he did was open the garage door, followed by blasting the radio. Sandi grabbed her towel and a clichéd harlequin romance novel that she had pilfered from her recent trip to her grandma's, and a can of fanta cherry pop. She walked seductively out to her tanning spot just in case Jake was watching her. She thought about the possibility of him looking down on her from his bedroom window, pumping his hand up and down the shaft of his penis, but she quickly shook the notion out of her head. Why would Jake notice her? He barely noticed her while they were growing up and now that he had grown up and been to college there were probably tons of other girls that caught his interest. But Sandi wasn't the shrieking little girl that she was back then. She had grown-up and she intended on proving that to her parents and to Jake. Sandi's optimism had started to diminish when Jake never pushed up the garage door that day. At two-thirty she gathered up her stuff and moped inside. She wondered where he could be. That night after dinner she happened to be sitting in her window seat reading her wizard themed book when she saw a black mini-van pull into the Parker's driveway and deposit Jake. He was home. Sandi nervously pushed the errant pieces of hair behind her ears and smoothed her wrinkled shorts. Her heart bounced in her chest and she desperately tried to think of an excuse to go over there. As she stood staring down at his back disappearing into the dark garage Max, their family dog, licked her hand for attention. "Yes!" Sandi scooped up Max and hugged him to her chest, spinning around with elation. She bound down the stairs and called over her shoulder that she was taking Max out to play. Her parents barely looked up from the daily newspaper to notice. Sandi set Max down and he hopped around at her feet. She stared longingly at Jake's hoping that he would come outside to throw darts. Sandi repeatedly threw Max's blue ball long after he was interested in fetching it back to her. Max's barking alerted her to Jake's presence and although he was tired Sandi begged him to fetch just once more. Max seemed to understand how desperate Sandi was and when she threw the blue ball in the direction of Jake's house and he ran as far as the boundary of their front yard before stopping. Sandi walked past Max and told him to stay while she crossed the street to retrieve his ball. Sandi pretended not to notice Jake until she bent down to pick up the ball. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I threw it a little too hard." Jake turned his warm brown eyes to her and his expression said 'it happens.' "What are you up to, Jake Parker?" "Nothin'. How are you Sandi?" He stopped playing darts and sat on top of the dresser. Sandi walked towards him. "I'm okay, Jake. I haven't seen you around in awhile. Are you home for the summer?" "Yeah. I lived in the dorms last year and I am going to get an apartment next term, but I need a roommate and no one's around until term starts. I figured I'd just spend the summer at home. How about you?" Max stood at the edge of the yard and barked. Sandi tried to quiet him down but he was persistent. She didn't want to end her conversation with Jake but she had to take Max back inside. "I'm leaving for college at the end of the summer. I'm looking at colleges in New York, Chicago, and North Carolina." "Wow, I thought that you'd just go to the community college." "Hey, can you hold on a minute so I can take Max back inside?" "Yeah, sure." Sandi almost skipped across the street but she knew that would make her seem more childish than ever and she was trying to get Jake to see her as an adult. When Sandi came back outside Jake had taken up playing darts again. He asked her if she wanted to play but she politely declined. Sandi was too nervous to trust herself with a metal-tipped dart. "Jake, do you wanna go get some ice-cream? Or something?" Sandi bit her lower lip and held her breath while she waited for him to respond. "Yeah, sure. I'm doing terrible at darts anyway. Let me just go get my wallet." While Jake disappeared inside Sandi ran back home to tell her parents that she was going for a walk and she'd be home by curfew—10 o'clock, sharp. She didn't bother to mention that Jake was going, too. That would only arouse suspicion from her parents and most likely lead to them somehow thwarting her summer plans. Sandi met Jake outside and they walked into town. On the way they talked about college and their plans for the future. Sandi was a little letdown by Jake's lack of plans for the future. He just seemed to be drifting through college, not really knowing what he wanted to do. He hadn't declared a major, but even more so he hadn't even decided on a major. Sandi was starting to think that Jake wasn't exactly who she thought he was anymore. Sure, he was still amazingly cute, but there was nothing else there. Sandi ordered one scoop of brownie Sunday in a waffle cone, dipped in cookie crumbles, with a drizzle of chocolate syrup. Jake ordered two scoops of vanilla in a bowl. Sandi was disappointed with his lack of imagination. As they sat on the freshly painted bright blue bench Sandi asked him about college life. She wanted to know as much as possible about the real world before she stepped into it and made some fatal mistake that mired her for the remaining three years. She had seen that happen to plenty of girls in high school. On day one they wore the wrong thing and their whole high school career was shot. No matter how many times they tried to reinvent themselves over the summer the other kids were unwilling to forget who they were that first day of freshman year. Sandi had managed to lay low her first year and if you asked anyone what she was like her freshman year almost no one could answer you. Sandi was an unknown until her sophomore year when she joined the school newspaper and started writing hard-hitting pieces about what really went on in high school. The trouble was her pieces were so good that she blew her own cover and was forced to cover stories that she thought were mundane. It might have given her the coveted spot of front-page, but she could care less about how many yards the quarterback of the football team rushed in last Friday's game. Sandi's parents were thrilled that she was excelling in her studies but Sandi was frustrated that she couldn't write about the things that mattered to her. Nevertheless, Sandi feigned interest in Jake's ongoing stories about who threw the best parties, how he managed to maintain the longest keg stand, and the easiest teachers. When Jack started talking about Becca Sandi's ears perked up and her heart sank. That is until she learned that Becca and Jake had dated un-exclusively for most of the year until she decided that she wanted to get back together with her high school sweetheart. Sandi didn't come right out and ask if Jake had sex with Becca, but she could be pretty sure that a guy like Jake wasn't a virgin, and that was another reason why Sandi humored him and listened to his ramblings. She didn't want her first time to be with another fumbling virgin. She wanted someone who knew what they were doing and could teach her how to have sex. Summer Lessons in Blow Jobs Ch. 1 Tom stretched his legs, enjoying the morning sun from his perch on the lifeguard's chair at the municipal pool. It was good to be back from college for the summer. He'd had a good first year at State, made a lot of friends, dated a little, and now all he had to do for the next three months was soak up the sun and occasionally tell people to Walk-Don't-Run by the pool. Lifeguarding had to be the best job ever invented. Oh, he took it seriously, and wasn't worried about being able to handle an emergency. Shoot, he'd even used his first aid training at the Student Union when a girl sitting near him at dinner had discovered the hard way that she was allergic to peanuts. But in the two years that he'd been a lifeguard at this pool during high school, nothing had ever come up. Well, no emergencies at least. His cock, however, was something else altogether. It was a good thing he'd never had to shift from his seat and rescue someone, or people would have seen exactly how much he enjoyed the number one perk of his job: nearly naked girls. God bless the inventor of the bikini! There couldn't be a more perfect design. Thin scraps of fabric and flimsy straps covered just enough to kick his imagination into hyperdrive -- and that was when the thin scraps were dry. Wet? All bets were off. He'd seen tiny, red satin triangles that might as well have been pointers, screaming "this way to the nipple". A particular favorite were the skimpy bottoms that made it clear who had the smooth, shaved pussy and who left just a tiny bit of bush. All those pert, glistening-wet bodies would be draped across towels and deck chairs, sometimes for hours at a time, his to survey. He almost hated getting off his shift. But when the afternoon finally rolled around, he was ready. Slinging his towel over his shoulder, he went back to the staff locker room to grab his gear before heading out. As he passed a utility closet on the way, he stopped at the strange sounds coming from behind the door. Curious, he turned the handle. Tom's eyes nearly popped out of his head. On her knees between the spread legs of some guy he didn't recognize was Amy, his friend Joe's little sister. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Amy had been about to do, given that her face was scant inches away from the guy's erect cock. However, any plans she may have had came to a screeching halt as a look of horrified recognition dawned in her eyes. "Oh, God!" she squeaked. "Amy? What the hell are you doing?" Tom demanded, glaring at both of them. "Holy fuck," the guy swore under his breath. Narrowing his eyes at the no-name jerkoff with his pants around his ankles, Tom warned in a low, menacing voice, "You have ten seconds to get your sleazy ass out of here before I beat it until it's as ugly as your face." "Hey, back off, man! It was her idea," the guy snapped defensively. "Ten...nine...eight..." Tom counted, staring him down. Before Tom made it to three, the guy had done his pants up and beaten a hasty retreat, glowering as he went. Getting rid of him had been the easy part. The hard part was standing in the closet with her arms wrapped tightly around her, looking like she wanted to shrink down to the size of a mouse and hide. Tom just stood there looking at her for a few moments, saying nothing. Amy just looked at the floor. When he finally found his voice, Tom muttered awkwardly, "Come on, I'll take you home." "It's okay. I don't need a ride," Amy murmured shakily, her eyes still downcast. "I think you do," Tom countered. "There's no way in hell you're staying here now, not after--" "Just leave me alone!" Amy cut him off, finally snapping her head up to glare at him with tear-rimmed blue eyes. When she tried to stomp past him, Tom shoved her back, stepped into the closet after her and pulled the door closed behind him. Beneath the dim light of a single light bulb, Amy glared up at him, her petite, athletic frame rigid with indignation. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded, eyes flashing angrily as she became the epitome of the fiery redhead. "I asked you first," Tom shot back, meeting her fire with stern rebuke. He folded his arms across his chest and demanded, "Who was that guy?" "I don't have to take this from you." Once again, Amy made to move past him, but when she reached for the door, Tom grabbed her wrist in an unyielding grip. Ignoring her protests, he said, "You can tell me, or I'll share what I saw with Joe and then you can tell him." Instantly, Amy's arm went limp and the fiery redhead was transformed back into the forlorn girl who looked like she wanted to become a mouse. Her gaze dropped back down to the floor. When she didn't say anything, Tom prompted, "What's it going to be?" "His name is Rick. I just met him today by the pool," Amy answered in a dull, flat voice. The veins in Tom's forehead nearly popped. "Jesus Christ, Amy! You just met him and you were going to--" "Yes! Okay?! It's my life!" Suddenly the fire returned as Amy yanked her arm vehemently out of Tom's grasp and backed as far away from him as the cramped closet would allow. "I turned eighteen six months ago -- I'm registered to vote, for Pete's sake! I'm old enough to do what I want!" "Not on my watch," came Tom's equally vehement reply. Amy's face contorted in fury, and for the life of him, Tom couldn't understand why, but his brain picked that moment to notice that in the year he'd been away at college, she'd shaped up pretty nicely. It wasn't just that her breasts had gotten a little fuller, softening the tomboy look she'd always had. It was the whole package: running on the cross-country team had toned her all over in a way that definitely worked. At least, his cock thought so. It twitched in his swim trunks. "Your watch?!?" she bit out incredulously. "Who do you think you are? You're not the boss of me." "No, but Joe is my--" "Joe isn't the boss of me either!" Amy interrupted again. Although she continued to glare at him, Tom thought he saw something else flicker in her eyes. Sadness, perhaps, or frustration. She leaned back against the wall, folded her arms and sighed, "Do you think I'd even be here if I didn't have to deal with that? Every single minute of my whole life..." Hands on his hips, Tom chided in disbelief, "Oh, come on. There's no way you're going to blame him for this." "I'm not blaming him," Amy insisted miserably. She glanced away. "Well, not for this...not entirely. Look, just take me home. You wouldn't understand." Tom should have left it at that. He was at the junction, and there was a nice, straightforward path that led directly out of this mess he'd somehow found himself in. And boy, was it ever a crazy mess! Not only had he and Joe been swim team buddies, but in high school Joe had been notoriously protective of Amy. Given that Joe studied judo in addition to swimming, and had promised to rearrange the face of any guy who took advantage of his little sister, the rational part of Tom's brain told him to get Amy home and then get himself clear of the whole situation ASAP. For some reason, that part of his brain didn't connect with his mouth. "What do you mean?" Tom found himself asking. Okay, so maybe curiosity didn't just kill cats. "I'm just...tired of the fact that no guy will ever touch me. They barely even look at me. When they look at my face, it's like they're looking straight through me and seeing Joe," Amy began softly. "I mean, I'm glad he cares about me not getting hurt, but...I...Jesus, I can't do this!" She fell silent for several moments before admitting in a very small voice, "I'm afraid of getting to college this fall and being totally dumb about sex. My brother has done such a good job of scaring everyone away that I haven't been able to do anything. It's not that I'm looking to go all the way...I don't think I'm ready yet. But I just...I just wanted the chance to try something, just so I could see what it's like. I don't want to show up on campus this dumb, know-nothing virgin." Tom blinked at her, dumbstruck. At last, he said, "You were going to blow a complete stranger because you're curious?" "Could you not make fun of me?" Amy demanded hotly, raising watery eyes to his. Her lips were trembling as she attempted to cling to some semblance of dignity. "This is humiliating enough, and I still have to look forward to my entire summer being ruined after you tell Joe." She let out a curt, shaky laugh. "Entire summer...more like my whole life." Mentally numb, his mind still in complete meltdown, Tom turned aside, hung his head, and wiped his hand over his face. This was nuts. "If I don't tell him, are you going to pull a stunt like this again?" he asked at last, his dark eyes fixing her with a resolute stare. Surprised, Amy's eyes widened for a moment. Responding to his frankness, she blushed a little but admitted, "Probably, yeah." Joe would kill him. He was a dead man, that's all there was to it. Amy was definitely cute, but Tom happened to like having an unbroken face and working limbs. The right thing to do would be to get out, right now. This wasn't his problem. And it was always the well-meaning guy who tried to step in and break up a fight who got clobbered the worst. He should just leave well enough alone. True, after Amy explained herself, he could understand her dilemma -- even felt bad for her. But. This. Was. Not. His. Problem. "Look...if I help you satisfy your curiosity, will you promise not to go experimenting with any more strangers?" Fuck! Why did he just say that? Amy gaped at him. Several seconds passed as her soft mouth formed a little 'O'. Eventually, she squeaked, "Are you serious?" "Firstly, before we go any further, Joe never hears about this," Tom warned sternly. "Not the fact that I offered, and definitely not if we...uh, go ahead with it." His rigid posture relaxed slightly as Amy nodded at him, completely guileless and still looking like a deer trapped in the headlights. "But yeah, if it means keeping you from messing around with guys you don't know anything about, and who could be dangerous because there's a fucking REASON your brother is protective...yeah, I think it's better me than fuck knows who else." Tom could see the instant Amy's decision was made. It was subtle, but there was a strange shift in her stance, a slight hint of awe in her eyes like she was seeing him as a man for the first time. Not one of her brother's friends, but a man. "Okay," she agreed softly. After a moment's hesitation, she added, "Can I ask you a favor?" Tom cast her an amused, dubious look that almost screamed, what, letting you suck my dick isn't enough? Amy's blush deepened but she managed to ask, "Could you teach me? You know...what guys like?" There really weren't words for that. Well, okay, so YES! was a pretty good word. Tom simply nodded. He eased out of his swim trunks and sat down on the stacked boxes so recently vacated by that guy he'd chased off. Amy tentatively approached him and crouched between his knees, bringing her face level with his partially erect cock. Her eyes met his in a final, shy search for approval, before she reached out and brushed it lightly with her fingertips. Tom's cock jerked in response. Amy jerked her hand back and snapped wide eyes to his. "It moved." "Yeah, it does that sometimes," Tom acknowledged. His eyes slipped shut when Amy resumed stroking him with her delicate, curious touch, her warm breath ghosting across his shaft as she peered closer. Taking the plunge, Amy flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock. Hearing Tom's guttural approval, she tried it again, this time indulging in a long, luscious swipe of the full length of her tongue. She reveled in the sensation of the pink, fleshy head, so soft and yielding to her exploration. So eager to discover this uncharted territory now that she finally had the chance, Amy's mouth practically watered as she gently insinuated her tongue in the tender slit at the very tip. Tom let out a breathy sigh as she brought her wet lips together in a kiss, sucking ever so lightly. Amy briefly rested her warm hands on Tom's inner thighs as she settled herself in more comfortably. As she did so, Tom urged in a whisper, "Play with my balls." She spared him a questioning glance as she moved her hand to his velvety sac. Tom moaned his encouragement. Emboldened, Amy cupped his balls in her palm and caressed the buoyant flesh, fascinated at the hidden knots that seemed to swim and roll as she squeezed. Still kneading gently, she closed her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked it in a few inches, letting her tongue swirl around the shaft. "Yeah...suck my cock," Tom breathed. He stifled an ecstatic curse as Amy slid him deeper into her warm, wet mouth, swallowing him almost to the root. Soon her head was bobbing up and down his shaft. Slick, juicy sounds filled the air as her mouth glided up and down. Tom rocked his hips in sync with Amy's inexperienced efforts, thrusting in and out of her blissfully wet warmth. At one point she faltered uncertainly and pulled away just enough to pant for breath, but leaving her moist tongue draped over the tip of his cock. Tom took the opportunity to coach her further. "Circle your fingers and stroke my shaft while you suck," he managed to get out, already dizzy with pleasure from her ministrations. When she complied and he felt her squeeze him through a tight little ring that moved with her mouth all along his straining dick, Tom let his head fall back and groaned out something that was a cross between "Gah!" and "Yeah!" Encouraged by his reaction, Amy invested herself even more fully in stroking him, testing to see just how much pressure he liked and easing up when she seemed to be squeezing too tightly. Sometimes she ran her circled fingers all the way up over the tip and narrowed the diameter to create more resistance when she pushed back down, slipping her tight, makeshift knot over his yielding flesh. Wanting to make the most of her chance to experiment, Amy let Tom guide her in the way he liked to be jacked off, but also added some of her own touches. His hand rested over hers at first, coaxing her to just the right pace as she licked and sucked the crown. At last, Tom's balls tightened and drew up in anticipation of release. Thrusting eagerly into Amy's mouth, he tried to warn her that he was about to come, but the words "I'm cum--" had just barely blurted out when orgasm seized him. Tom shuddered as thick streams of cum fired out of his cock. Unprepared for the sudden onslaught, Amy sputtered and withdrew her mouth. The final waves of Tom's cum arced in the air and landed on her chest, dribbling over the smooth curves of her breasts to cling to the delicate strap between the twin panels of her bikini top. For several moments, they both sat panting from the workout, Tom with his eyes squeezed shut in near bliss, Amy wiping her hand over her mouth to catch the slippery fluid that leaked out. Tom felt a twinge of regret that he hadn't talked about this part with her before they started. It had been a bit of a letdown when she'd pulled away right at the crucial moment and he'd lost her warmth. But he'd definitely gotten off -- she'd done all right for her first time. When he opened his eyes, Tom saw Amy staring expectantly at him, her cum-slicked chest heaving as she breathed deeply. "So...was that okay?" she asked. Tom flashed her a satisfied grin and assured her, "Yeah, definitely okay." He reached for the towel he'd had slung over his shoulder when he'd found her in the closet and began wiping her chest clean. Then, while he was tidying up between his legs, Amy persisted, "So, it was good? That was how you do it?" Stepping into his swim trunks and pulling them up, Tom acknowledged, "It was fine. It felt really nice, Amy, that was definitely the high point of my day." He reached down and helped her to her feet. Cupping his hand beneath her chin, he looked her in the eye and said, "Now, no practicing on total strangers, okay?" Blushing shyly, Amy nonetheless met his gaze with twinkling eyes and promised, "Okay." Tom poked his head out of the closet and checked to see if the coast was clear, like some hokey scene out of a spy movie spoof. When he saw that no one was around, he tugged Amy after him and walked her to his car. This would definitely go down as one of the most memorable, bizarre incidents of his life. Ch. 2 Tom had thought that would be the end of things. Amy had gotten what she wanted, he'd gotten a decent blow job, and soon the summer would roll to a close and he'd be off to his second year at State. He found himself thinking about his plans for a major. Last year, he'd figured that he'd probably do a Management major like everyone else. It seemed like the thing to do: graduate, make money, live in style. But he also liked working outdoors. On a whim, he'd signed up for a botany course and had really taken a shine to it. Through the prof, who had been impressed with how easily the material came to him, Tom had learned about the Landscape Architecture program. It might mean an extra year, but as he worked in the yard while his parents were at work, the idea steadily grew on him. Weeding was supposed to be one of those chores that everyone hated. He actually didn't mind it. It felt good to get his hands dirty. About a week after his encounter with Amy, on one of his days off from the pool, Tom had finished mowing the lawn and was just toweling off after a cool shower when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was just one of his buddies, Tom just wrapped his towel around his waist and went to answer the door. There stood Amy, fidgeting slightly and shifting from foot to foot. Taken aback, it took Tom a moment to say, "Amy...hi. Uh, what brings you here?" Inwardly, however, his brain was shouting 'Duh!' at him. Gee, let's see, what could she possibly want? "Can I come in?" she asked. After about a split-second's hesitation, Tom stepped back and waved her inside. He was curious, but not worried. He'd hung out with Joe since Amy's blow-job lesson, and when it became clear that big brother was none the wiser, Tom felt confident that their secret was safe. "Let me just go put on some clothes," Tom excused himself and started toward his room. Amy's voice halted him in his tracks. "I want to try it again." Slung low on his hips, the towel stirred slightly. Tom pivoted and stared at Amy, not really surprised but a little wary. "Come again?" he said. When she smirked uncontrollably at his unintended pun, Tom sighed and added, "What brought this on? I thought we'd satisfied your curiosity." "Yeah, but...it wasn't as good as it could have been, was it?" Amy countered, folding her arms across her chest. "Amy, it was just fine," Tom protested. "Honestly, it was really--" "Nice, I know. You told me," Amy conceded. "But it could have been better. Something about you seemed...I don't know, disappointed a little. Like it was good, but not great." And then Tom saw it. That competitive gleam in Amy's eyes. He'd known that she was driven to be the best when she ran on the cross-country team. No doubt it came from trying to keep up with her big brother. Joe had set his fair share of records in swimming -- the 100-meter fly, the 50-meter freestyle. He'd definitely taken home some trophies. Tom almost laughed. Sure, why should her competitive spirit stop at sports? It looked like her Olympic drive to excel had found a new outlet: his cock. Tom rested his hands on his hips and arched an eyebrow. "Look, what are we talking about Amy? One more try? Two? Ten?" Amy lowered her gaze for a moment, absently wetting her lips with her tongue. Her hesitance, which was in such contrast to the proposal she was making, sent another stir of interest through Tom's groin. This was the stuff of fantasy: a fresh, young woman eager to practice her techniques on his body. Summer Lessons in Blow Jobs "How about until I do better than 'nice'? I'd like to try for mind-blowing," Amy said at last, meeting his eyes with a tentative smile. There was a brief moment in which Tom thought about just showing her the door and avoiding her for the rest of the summer. This would mean lying to one of his buddies, and Joe was a really good guy. However, Amy seemed determined, and he had a feeling she'd be hard to refuse. Besides, he wasn't that sure he wanted to refuse. Certain parts of his anatomy were screaming to take her up on her offer. Ultimately, they won out. "Okay," he agreed. Stepping close to her, Tom continued, "But if you want to learn mind-blowing, then we have to start the right way." Before Amy could say anything, Tom took her face in his hands and kissed her, slow and deep. Although she was startled at first, she didn't pull away but instead parted her lips and twined her tongue with Tom's as it thrust into her mouth. When he'd kissed her breathless, Tom reached for her hand and led her down the hall to his room. By now, the towel around his waist was visibly tented over his groin. He adjusted the Venetian blinds on his window to ensure complete privacy, then let the towel drop from his waist. With inward satisfaction, Tom noted the glimmer of delighted awe in Amy's eyes as she ran them over his nude form. The closet had been pretty dark, so he guessed she'd never really gotten the chance to see him. Without being vain, he was proud of his body. Four years on the high school swim team had sculpted lean, sinewy muscles along his entire frame. His shoulders were powerful and his broad chest tapered to a flat abdomen and taut thighs. Tom let her take in an eyeful before he crossed toward her and placed his hands on her hips. Slowly, he slid his hands beneath her tee shirt and up her smooth tummy to fan across her breasts. Amy's breathing instantly quickened. In her eyes, Tom could see a combination of excitement and fear. Reassuringly, he murmured, "If you're going for mind-blowing, you have to get comfortable with being touched in addition to touching. Giving really good head isn't something you do *to* a guy, it's something you do *with* him." Wordlessly, Amy nodded and let him take off her shirt, then her bra. Tom eased her down to the bed as he undressed her. The shaky breaths that whispered from her lips became a sudden gasp as Tom lowered his head and sucked her tiny nipple into his mouth. He let his hands roam all over her as he teased and licked her aroused peak, and soon Amy was running her hands over his back, lightly scratching with her fingernails. They kissed for a while, feeling each other out as Tom's cock got harder and harder. When Amy began teasing it with her fingers, Tom eased back against the pillows near his headboard and spread his legs so she could settle in between. The contrast with her first attempt at a blow job was phenomenal. In the darkened, cramped closet, she'd been hesitant and uncertain of herself, although she'd gotten the job done. Now, she was aroused. Her lips were swollen and moist from the ravishing Tom had given them. Amy closed those ravished, wet lips around the weeping tip of his cock and began sucking him with gusto. When she stroked her hands over his thighs and caressed his balls, her touch was no longer shy and inquisitive. The heat that Tom had stirred deep within her radiated through her every gesture. She lavished his cock with affection, teasing the sensitive 'V' of flesh just beneath the tip with soft flicks of her tongue. When she started to bob up and down, sucking his dick with zeal and massaging his balls like she never wanted to stop, Tom met her with eager thrusts of his hips. Panting, Tom threaded his fingers through Amy's soft, red hair, gently brushing it away from her face. He massaged her scalp, squeezing urgently every now and then when she did something that felt especially good. Pure ecstasy. Soft moans filled the air as Amy sucked with increasing frenzy on his throbbing staff. Tom was achingly hard. Pleasure buzzed all through him. When he felt his balls tighten almost painfully, Tom managed to bite out, "Amy, I'm almost there. You don't have to swallow, but it feels best if I can cum in your mouth." Anxious but determined, she looked him in the eye and kept going until he came with a powerful surge of fire and spent himself in her mouth. Tom squeezed his eyes shut and rode the waves, his entire body racked with the intensity of his orgasm. As he came down, Tom noticed Amy slipping away from the bed. She bent over his wastebasket and spit out a mouthful of his cum, still too squeamish to swallow. Tom sighed. When Amy returned to his side, he pulled her down and proceeded to kiss her soundly. He wasn't going to rush her to do anything she couldn't handle, but he wanted to show her that there was nothing to feel squeamish about. She stiffened slightly at first when he ran his tongue inside her mouth, tasting himself, but he knew how to be a persuasive kisser. Soon, Amy relaxed into his embrace. Definitely an improvement over the first time. The weeks of summer rolled on, and at least two times every week -- sometimes three -- Amy and Tom would find a way to sneak off, unnoticed by friends or family, so that Tom could reap the benefits of her campaign to learn how to give mind-blowingly good head. Sometimes they would hole up in his room; others, they would venture into the woods just on the outskirts of their housing development; and on one special occasion, when Joe was out of town and Tom's parents were at a barbecue, Tom drove Amy out to the lake, where she sucked his cock beneath the fading rays of sunset. It was at the lake that Amy finally swallowed when he came, and even continued to suck him after his drained cock began to soften. She looked at him so intently as she did it that Tom knew something had changed. This had gone beyond experimentation. Granted, it wasn't quite love -- infatuation maybe. But they would both be going off to their separate universities in two weeks. Realistically, this couldn't go anywhere. However, Tom was forced to admit that he felt something for Amy, too. She wasn't just a hot, wet mouth attached to some horny, soon-to-be college freshman. They'd actually gotten to be friends, which had made things a lot easier when they'd spent time hanging out together with Joe and the rest of the old high school crowd. He cared about her. So two nights before she left for her freshman orientation, Tom decided to try something a little different. He'd thought a lot about what she'd confessed when he caught her, way back at the beginning of summer, as well as about everything he'd learned about college sex in his first year. Amy had stopped being just Joe's kid sister a while ago. She was special. And Tom wanted to give her something that could be more important than knowing how to give a good blow job -- although by now, he had to admit that she gave the best he'd ever had. Tom's parents had tickets to an outdoor concert in one of the parks of city center, a romantic evening they'd been looking forward to for over a week, so Tom and Amy had the house to themselves. Tom brought Amy back to his room, where he'd lit a single candle on his dresser, and started to undress her. With each article of clothing he removed, he brushed feather-light kisses across her warm, bare skin, seducing her with every touch, yet pliant beneath her questing hands as she took off his clothes as well. Amy moaned as he made love to her body. He rolled her beneath him and worshipped every beautiful inch of her with his lips, tongue and hands. Soon, she was gasping softly, "Oh God, yes...Tom...God, that feels so good." He laved her nipples with his tongue, sucking and nipping at the tight little bud until Amy was arching desperately up, thrusting her breast wantonly at his mouth. In a small, urgent voice she begged, "Bite it...please, Tom, bite it just a little." Amy had never had the nerve to tell him how she wanted to be touched before. Lust washed through him like a tidal wave as he gladly complied with her wishes. Gingerly, he drew her vulnerable, fleshy peak between his teeth and squeezed ever so slightly. Amy's entire body jerked with pleasure and she wailed her delight. "Oh yes...oh yes...I love the feel of your mouth on me. Tom, you feel sooo gooood!" Tom's mouth continued to attack her breasts with merciless intensity. As Amy writhed mindlessly under his skilled ministrations, he nudged his hand between her legs, which parted willingly. Slowly, he teased her weeping slit, sliding his finger through the juices that coated her pussy lips. Amy's thighs parted further and she began to rock against Tom's hand. His thumb circled her clit, then gently nudged it side to side as he dipped a finger into her virgin pussy. Shifting his mouth from Amy's breasts to her mouth, Tom kissed her slow and hard as he insinuated himself between her thighs. Far from protesting, Amy spread her legs wider to accommodate him and cupped her hands over his ass. This brought his rampant, straining cock right up against her pussy. Tom let the tip ease into her and rotated his hips just enough to tease her entry. And still, Amy didn't stop him. For a second, Tom was sorely tempted to change his plans. But for the first time since that fateful day at the pool, the rational part of his brain was in the driver's seat. He withdrew the fleshy head of his cock from her still-intact passage, altered his angle and guided himself along her slit. Nestled between her slick folds, he began to thrust, gently at first but with increasing force as Amy's moans grew louder and louder. At last, she shuddered and groaned from her very depths as his cock worked her to orgasm. It was so erotic, so uninhibited that after a few more thrusts, Tom quickly pulled himself out from between her legs and shot long, thick ropes of cum across her belly. They lay together for several minutes, kissing and gently stroking each other. Eventually, Tom rolled to the side of the bed, grabbed a towel from the floor and leaned back in to help Amy clean up. As he ran the soft cloth over her skin, Amy gazed at him searchingly and said, "We didn't...That wasn't it, was it?" Tom shook his head. "You're still a virgin. But it almost was." He watched the play of emotions across Amy's flushed face. Her brow furrowed slightly, a hint of a frown tugged at her lips and her eyes were troubled with confusion and more than a little self-doubt. Before she could get too worked up, Tom added, "It still can be. I can go again tonight, if that's what you really want. There are some condoms in my dresser -- unless you're on the pill?" Amy's eyes widened in alarm. "The pill?!? No...I mean...I never thought..." Her voice trailed off and Tom could almost see her mind grappling with reality. This was what he'd wanted. Okay, so he had to keep convincing himself that this was what he'd wanted -- his dick was rooting for Amy to say, "Let's go for it!" But the part of him that really cared about her wanted her to understand. After a long, uncomfortable silence, Amy admitted, "I'm not sure what I want. For a minute, I thought I wanted to...but now....Tom, I'm sorry, I feel awful. You probably think I'm a tease." "No, I don't," he assured her, cradling her distressed face in his hands and placing a tender kiss on her forehead. When he pulled back, he continued to cup one of her cheeks in his palm, stroking her soft skin with his thumb as he explained, "You needed to see what it's really like. Amy, at the beginning of the summer, you told me you wanted to learn how to give head so you wouldn't go off to college completely dumb about sex. But sex is more than just a bag of tricks -- it's what you feel in the heat of the moment. You give fantastic, mind-blowing head," he paused, giving her cheek a squeeze as she grinned at his compliment, "and maybe that will help you hold off a guy who wants more than you're willing to give. But you have to think about yourself, too. The only thing that will hold you off is you. We've never even talked about birth control. Would you have stopped me when we were in the moment?" Comprehension dawned in Amy's eyes, swiftly followed by embarrassment. Sheepishly, she lowered her gaze and whispered, "No." Tom didn't press any further. He figured she had plenty to think about. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and let her burrow into the warmth of his solid chest. It had been quite a summer. Epilogue Tom's sophomore year at State practically flew by. He'd really come into his own. He took to the Landscape Architecture program like a duck to water and actually had the faculty competing over who got to assign him to their internships. In the spring, he joined a fraternity and made some friends he knew he'd have for the rest of his life. The brothers in his house definitely knew how to party, although they weren't anywhere near as bad as some of the other houses that were notorious for all-night bashes that turned into morning-after puke fests. And he met plenty of girls. He never had trouble getting dates. Swimming just often enough to stay in shape, he had an athletic build that a lot of girls told him was "buff", and more than a few of them fawned over "his cute smile". Tom ended up sleeping with some of them. But every now and then, his thoughts turned to Amy. He wondered how she was doing. Mostly, he wondered if she felt like she fit in, if she'd made friends, if she'd started to think about what she wanted to do. And yet, he couldn't deny that one of the things he wondered about most persistently was whether she was still a virgin. They'd parted as friends -- or maybe, as the phrase went, "friends with benefits" -- and Amy had insisted that she wanted to stay in touch during the academic year, but Tom warned her that they would both probably get wrapped up in life at their own campuses. And sure enough, he'd gotten a few e-mail messages from her in September, but come October the correspondence had died out. Early June found him back home, basking beneath the sun in his front yard in the few free days he had before he started a job with the Parks Department. And he was still wondering whether Amy's virginity had survived her first year at college. When a shadow fell across his face, he was pleased but not surprised to see her standing above him. She looked great. "Hey," he greeted her with a smile, propping himself up on his elbow. "Long time no see. How was your first year?" Amy beamed back a friendly grin and sat down beside him on the blanket he'd spread out on the lawn. "Great! You wouldn't believe some of the things that happened..." Like it was for most everyone, Amy's first year had been an eye-opening experience. She recounted the highlights for Tom with enthusiastic, animated gestures, and her zeal was so infectious that he found himself with a permanent grin plastered across his face. When the heat started getting uncomfortable, he invited her inside for a cold drink and continued to listen to her stories. They were sitting on the couch in his living room, cooling off with some ice water, when the conversation turned to sex. Tom wasn't terribly surprised when Amy confessed she'd had a change of heart about her virginity. Still, it took some effort to keep the disappointment from showing on his face. She'd probably found someone to experiment with. "I guess I got tired of it being such a big deal," Amy said thoughtfully in between sips of water. "It's like it was becoming this gala event, some larger-than-life production that would never happen because everything had to be just right. The right mood, the right reason, the guy I would spend the rest of my life with. It shouldn't be that much work." "Kinda takes all the fun out of it," Tom agreed with a nod, although his smile had diminished somewhat. "That's exactly it!" Amy threw her hands up to punctuate her point. "My first time shouldn't wait until I have my whole life mapped out, right down to retirement. It should be fun, something so good that I won't just enjoy it, I'll remember it." Wait. Tom blinked as his brain caught up with what Amy had just said. "Your first time...? You mean, you haven't...?" The sly, womanly smile that Amy directed at him shot straight to his groin. As she spoke, he went from zero to rock hard in less than ten seconds. "I want my first time to be with someone I can trust, someone who I know won't take advantage of me or hurt me. That's you, Tom," Amy explained softly, reaching out her hand and letting her fingers dance teasingly along his arm. "I haven't met anyone yet who's made me feel as good as you do. You're everything I could want in a lover. So how 'bout it? Are you willing to teach me some more, or should I go find someone at the pool?" Amy's playful smile abruptly became a yelping laugh as Tom pounced on her and pinned her beneath him on the sofa. "Deal," he agreed before diving down for a fierce, possessive kiss. It looked like it was going to be another incredible summer. But that, as they say, is another story. ==================== Yes, that was a shameless ploy for feedback. I would really appreciate any comments you'd be willing to send me, even just a few words, and especially if you liked it. Thanks! Summer Lessons As dusk set in and the streetlights turned on one by one Sandi turned towards Jake. She was about to tell him that she should be getting home but she didn't want him to think of her as a child. It was only nine thirty. But, before Sandi could contemplate things any longer Jake leaned in and kissed her. It was a quick kiss, nothing special or fancy about it. It was, however, Sandi's first real kiss. She looked oddly at Jake and he immediately started to back-tread, "I'm sorry, I thought you wanted me too. The way the light was shining down on you, well, you looked really good." "Jake, I did want you to. But, I gotta get going." Sandi turned and started walking away. After a few steps Jake caught up to her and shoved his hand in hers. She threaded her fingers through his and shot him a sweet smile. Sandi followed Jake to the garage door and they both fidgeted until finally Sandi gave him a peck on the cheek and said goodnight. That night while lying in bed she tried to masturbate to Jake but it wasn't doing anything for her. Actually talking to him and spending some time with him he had lost some of his aura. He was still gorgeous, but intellectually he had failed to stimulate Sandi. The next few days she didn't go out tanning, but instead she spent her time writing essays for her college applications. Because she wasn't outside tanning it was almost four days before she saw Jake again. She was taking Max out, legitimately this time, though. Sandi was mildly annoyed when Max saw the Parker's cat in their living room window and ran towards it. She grudgingly trudged across the street to retrieve her yapping dog. "Hi Sandi." "Hi Jake. How is the dart game working out for you?" "Oh, I'm getting much better. I think that I might join the college league this year. I probably won't be good enough, though. Did you get accepted to a college yet?" Their conversation was difficult and forced. "No, I've just finished my college essays and sent them all off today. I should hear back from them within two weeks." "Say, do you wanna go down to the café and get a sandwich?" Sandi knew that she wasn't really supposed to leave when her parents were at work, but she figured it wouldn't do much harm. "Sure. Let me just put Max away." Sandi knew that she should make more of an effort to win over Jake but she wasn't sure if she still wanted to go through with her plan. But that afternoon at lunch squelched any doubt in her mind. While Sandi and Jake dipped their gooey grilled cheese sandwiches into hot bowls of tomato soup they played a game of This or That. Jake went first. "Okay, Sandi. This or That. Boxers or Briefs?" Sandi was sort of thrown off guard, but she answered honestly. "Can I pick boxer-briefs?" "Yeah, okay. But I get to go again. Missionary or girl-on-top?" The way Jake said missionary made it sound like he was offering filet mignon to a vegetarian. Sandi bit her lip in consternation. She wanted to answer honestly, but that would have to mean that she would need to fess up to her dirty little secret- that she was still a virgin and hadn't done either. After some careful deduction Sandi justified that he wasn't asking her if she had done either, but which she would choose- and so she picked one. "Girl-on-top. Blonde or Brunette?" She was starting out with an easy one. "Blonde, I guess." Jake slurped the last of his tomato soup while he thought of another good question. "Spit or swallow?" This was going somewhere that Sandi had never been before but she soon realized that Jake was practically offering it up on a silver platter. "Depends on my mood." "That's cheating." "So, punish me, then." Sandi raised her eyebrows and stared at him intently. Much to her dismay Jake backed down and busied himself with paying the check. While they walked home they chatted about meaningless things that came to mind. But that evening after supper Sandi found herself lying in bed stroking herself to the thought of Jake's penis inside her. The next day Sandi walked out to check the mail and Jake flagged her down. She made the short walk across the street and ducked into the dim garage. "Hi Sandi. I couldn't stop thinking about you last night. I really like talking with you." Sandi didn't really know what to say, but Jake went on. "There's something that I want to show you." Jake turned and walked inside and Sandi followed. Jake led her up to his bedroom and she looked around nervously. There was tons of sports memorabilia, baseball mitts, footballs, soccer gear, and hockey sticks hanging on the walls and when Jake noticed Sandi looking around he made a comment about how his mom had left his room just the way it was before he went off to college. And for the first time Sandi thought about how her parents were going to handle being empty nesters. She felt a twinge of sadness but quickly suppressed it. Jake handed her a yearbook with a bookmark sticking out from the top. She instinctively opened to the marked page and saw a picture of the two of them dressed as elves in the school Christmas play. "Do you remember this?" "Barely. Look at your haircut! Boy were you a fashion victim." Jake was a little hurt at the jab but he quickly retorted with a comment about her own hairstyle. And then they were sitting on the bed next to each other in silence. Sandi's silky arm grazed Jake's and his penis stiffened. Sandi noticed the bulge in his pants and blushed. Her hand slowly crept from beside her and into Jake's lap. Within moments he turned and rolled on top of her. He was kissing her neck and pressing his bulge into her crotch. Sandi was overcome by the suddenness but she started kissing him back. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head exposing his smooth chest and rippled stomach. She ran her hands along his torso, reveling in the feel of a man on top of her. Jake peeled off Sandi's purple tank top to reveal a purple bra of eyelet lace. He cupped his large hand over her breast and clumsily massaged it. She grabbed his head and pushed it into the crook of her neck. He kissed and licked her and she shivered with gooseflesh. Sandi was unbuttoning Jake's pants and sliding them down with her feet when she noticed that he was wearing black boxer briefs. Jake was alarmed and he followed her gaze. "I didn't want you to be disappointed." Sandi smiled and kissed him. Even in her lust filled euphoria she was starting to understand that even gorgeous people lack confidence sometimes. Jake slid off of her and kneeled on the floor between her legs. He unbuttoned her khaki shorts and slid them down the length of her tan legs. He placed delicate kissed on her calf, the back of her knee, and her inside thigh. He stopped and looked up at her. Once Sandi realized that he had stopped moving her eyes fluttered open and she propped herself up on her elbows. "Don't stop." That was all Jake needed to keep going. He slipped off her purple panties and buried his face into her crotch. She smelled heavenly and Jake pushed open her thighs and made room for himself. He kissed her folds of skin and then covered her in warm wet licks. Sandi thrashed her head from side to side. It felt so nice to lie there and have a man worship her. The warm sunlight filtered through the tiny window and illuminated the dust in the air while basking the entire room in a golden glow. Jake looked like an Adonis between her legs. She finally grew bored of his unchartered licking and pulled him up onto the bed so that he was lying beside her. She grabbed his underwear and pulled them off, exposing his straining cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and was instantly amazed at its juxtaposed hardness and softness. It felt like velvet in her hand and she bent to kiss the mauve head. He was slick with pre-cum and Sandi was surprised at its sweetness. She licked the length of his shaft and then started bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. She didn't know how close she was to making him come, but something stopped her. She looked at Jake with saliva glimmering on her lips and said, "This isn't all I want." He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her in earnest. "Are you sure?" Sandi nodded and then lie back and spread her legs. Jake rolled on top of her and tried to slide inside of her. He kept hitting too high or too low, so Sandi grabbed his penis and guided him in. She had thought that there was going to be some resistance but she was slick with saliva and he slipped in with no problems. It took them a while to find a rhythm, but once they did, it was only a few minutes before Jake's body tensed and jerked and she felt a warm wetness drip down her thighs and puddle between her legs. Jake buried his head in her hair and clung to her. Sandi stared at the ceiling wondering if that was all there was. After an awkward goodbye Sandi found herself sitting in the bathtub pondering the loss of her virginity. It almost didn't seem real to her. She thought that she would somehow feel different, but she felt the same. She didn't really even feel anything, it all happened so fast. Sandi wondered what all the hype was about. She didn't think that it was so great. Jake, however, did. He wanted to see Sandi everyday and every night. At first she thought it was great, and even her parents thought that it was cute. But, eventually Sandi came to realize that every day was the same. She would go over to Jake's and they would have sex for ten minutes until he came and she would go home feeling shortchanged. She had thought about it for over a week and she knew that it was time to tell Jake how she felt. Summer was almost over and they were both going to be going their separate ways. Sandi had been accepted to college in upstate New York and that was her number one priority, not fooling around with Jake. She had lost her virginity and satisfied her sexual curiosity. It was over and she marched over to Jake's to tell him. "Hey, Sandi. I'm glad that you are here. There is something that I've been meaning to tell you." "Yeah, Jake, I think that we need to talk." "I've been thinking a lot about our relationship and it's very special to me, but there is something that I need to get off my chest. You are the first girl that I've ever had sex with." A million things went through Sandi's mind, but the first that escaped her lips was "what about Becca?" I told you that story to make you think that Becca and I had slept together, but we never did. I felt burdened by my virginity and I wanted to lose it before going back to college for my sophomore year. But, our relationship has blossomed into something that I didn't know it was capable of and I figured I should come clean. I know that it may mean that I'm going to lose you." And suddenly it all seemed clear. Sandi had gotten what she wanted, or almost. She had lost her virginity, albeit to another virgin. She knew that she could fess up to her own indiscressions or walk away from this and leave for college in one month. "You know Jake, I thought that we did have something really special going, but I don't think that I can be with someone who I can't trust. I guess this is it. In a month I'll be going to college in New York and you'll be going back to college- and I just don't think it would work. Goodbye Jake." Sandi turned and walked out of his bedroom and out of his life. Sandi grew up more in that summer than she had over her four years of high school. She left for college no longer feeling like she was wearing a scarlet V, but with a curiosity that would bloom during her college years.