Retreads - by Rotedrachen

Chapter one

Year 1- April 1969- Back where I once belonged:

The next thing I heard was music. It took me a moment to realize it was coming from a clock radio. I lay staring at the ceiling listening to the Beatles 'Get Back' and wondered first what kind of weird ass dream I'd been having, and second, where the hell I was. I looked around the room while realization set in.

Either I was asleep, in a coma, or dead. The other alternative wasn't possible. That shit doesn't happen, does it? I got out of bed and looked around. This wasn't another hotel, it was my old room. Not the room in the tiny apartment I kept for my infrequent lulls in travel, but the one I had when I was younger than twelve years old. This shit does happen.

Someone yelled "Matt! Time to get up for school!"

Before I could think I yelled back "I'm up!" 'Damn! Whose voice was that!'

I rushed to the dresser and looked in the mirror. I almost lost it on the spot. I was my old skinny self and looking around my room I knew somehow from what I saw that it was 1970. That would make me eleven years old.

I couldn't help it. I started laughing so hard I cried, screaming "look out world! I'm back where I once belonged!"

I dressed the way I always had every day for my entire school life by throwing on a t-shirt and jeans. The folks were already gone when I got downstairs, but I was glad to find the coffee was still hot. It was always that way at my house. We looked out for ourselves, and as long as we didn't screw up too bad, my brother and I had it made.

Our parents worked long hours, so we were on our own. My brother Al was gone by now, too. He was in high school, and had to be there earlier than I did. I locked the door and headed for school in the best mood I had been in a very long time. I didn't even know what day it was, and really didn't care.

I was lost in the possibilities ahead of me. I didn't hear my name being called. It didn't register until the person yelling it smacked me on the head. Before I could retaliate, I caught myself. A blast from the past was standing beside me laughing his ass off.

"Hey Mark, thanks for waking me up" I said.

Mark was my best friend for years, and I was really glad I hadn't decked him. We messed around like that all the time.

"Man," he said "You were lost in space or something. I've been screaming for two blocks!"

"Sorry, dude", I responded, "Guess I was kind of out of it there for a minute."

"Thinking about tryouts next week?" He asked "I know I am. I hear there are some guys trying out who are really good. I hope we can make enough of an impression to actually play."

So that's what week it is, I thought. The changer must have scoped me out pretty good. This was perhaps the first of many mistakes I had made. I had tried out for little league when I was eleven. I made the team by impressing the hell out of the coach in the first five minutes of the tryouts.

He was hitting grounders to potential infielders, and accidentally hit a line drive that headed straight between my eyes. I was leaning over with my glove close to the ground to scoop one up, and did the only thing I could. Since there was no time to get my glove up, I caught it barehanded. It hurt like hell, but I smiled and tossed it back.

After that I never showed up again. It wasn't because my hand was swollen for two days, either. Mark was the reason. I always had very few friends, and most of the ones I did have were girls. Mark wasn't what you would call a 'gifted' athlete. Actually, most people would say he was the opposite.

He had no coordination at all, and was dropped the first day. I felt bad enough for him that I decided I wouldn't play either and gave up something I really liked to do, along with a chance to maybe be a part of a team.

I found out later in life that working with people begins very young. If you don't learn to work as part of a group towards a common goal you end up working alone. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, and ain't going back. That had to change this time.

After all that went through my mind I replied "Yep, I don't know how it will go. I hear the competition is pretty tough. We'll just have to give it a shot and see how it goes."

We got to the school and split up then. We somehow ended up in different classes even though there were only two fifth grade rooms. I walked into the portable classroom I remembered so well (total recall is amazing) and sat in my seat in great anticipation.

I didn't have long to wait. Baseball wasn't the only reason I was happy Loki chose this day.

I hadn't been in my seat for long, before I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard a whispered "Hey, Matt."

It was Jan. She could have been my first actual girlfriend. Instead peer pressure made me do something stupid. Jan was what a lot of people would call "plain" but I thought she was cute. She was as thin as I was and only slightly shorter with long black hair. Her face was average by conventional tastes but I have never been a conventional person. I decided to play it the same as I had the first time around, minus the screw-up.

I turned around and said "Hey yourself, how's it going cutie?" (Yes, I really was like that then).

I got the blush I had been looking for, and she said "Do you really think that or are you teasing me like everybody else?"

"I think you're very pretty" I replied. "Anybody who thinks different must be blind or stupid."

I thought the conversation was going well, until I heard the remembered "Matt and Jan!" from our teacher, Miss McAllister. "We are trying to have a class here. You two obviously aren't interested, both of you front and center!"

This was expected by me and I tried hard not to smile.

"I think you both need a lesson on paying attention" she said, "Perhaps two swats apiece with the yardstick will do the job."

I was the recognized "class clown" and always in trouble so I wasn't impressed. I'd been there before, but Jan hadn't.

"Miss McAllister" I said, giving her my best puppy dog look, "It was my fault. I couldn't help it. When a girl as cute as Jan wants to talk to a runt like me he just can't pass up the chance. If you don't mind I'd like to take hers too. It's not right to punish her just because she's so irresistible."

The look on every face in the room was priceless, but Jan and Miss McAllister were by far the best. Jan was the most adorable shade of red and poor old teach had to pick her chin off the floor before she could talk.

Finally, in an amazingly composed voice, she said with a smile and a suppressed laugh, "Alright Mr. Sussmann if you insist. Grab your ankles and let's get started."

I bent over, looked at Jan, and smiled. I had made the same speech 35 years ago. Everything else worked out the same too. I heard the whistle of the incoming ruler and felt a little sting, before watching half of it fly across the room as it broke almost in half.

I stood up as I had the first time and said "Gee Miss McAllister you should get better yardsticks. That one must have been made in Japan or something."

Everyone who hadn't been laughing started then. Poor Miss McAllister couldn't help but laugh along. When she could stop she pointed the stub at me and told me to sit down before she borrowed a baseball bat and tried again.

When class let out that day Jan asked if she could walk with me. I was happy to accept, and offered to carry her books for her. Mark and a couple of other guys he hung out with saw us. They seemed a little peeved.

Like most 11 year old boys, they weren't interested in the opposite sex and didn't join us. Jan started by thanking me for taking the blame for her, and for saying what I did.

I used the opening to take her hand in mine and said it was no problem. I also told her I meant what I said. She lived a block further from school than I did, and all too soon we were at my house.

There were a bunch of kids across the street, and we heard the old faithful "Matt and Jan sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g" almost loud enough to interrupt our conversation.

The point of change (as I have come to call my different decisions this time around) was when they started with the "Maaatt's got a girllllfriend" chant.

The first time around we quickly said goodbye, and that was it. I avoided Jan after that. I know it hurt her feelings, but I couldn't deal with the teasing and peer pressure then. This time I knew I could, and it would be different.

After about three rounds with my name, they switched to the equally original "Jaaan's got a boyyyyfriend!"

I looked at her and said "Do you want one?"

I got another one of those lovely blushes and she said "If you're serious but if you're teasing me I'll never talk to you again."

I said "I'm serious enough to give them something to talk about tomorrow. Would you mind if I put these books down?"

After her confused "no, why" I did so.

Then I asked "Now, do you mind if I put my arms around you, pull you close, and give you a kiss that will curl your toes?"

She looked at me in disbelief and shook her head no. I have always been a great kisser and I'm not bragging. Every girl I have had the pleasure of kissing has told me so.

I pulled her close and put all thirty-five years of experience into it. I caressed her back from the top of her cute little butt to the bottom of her graceful neck. Then I ran my hands through her hair and finished by holding my hands on both sides of her face. I did keep my tongue to myself. I didn't think she'd be ready for that yet. I just hoped she hadn't felt the surprisingly large bulge in my pants. We came up for air after about a minute, and it was totally quiet.

Then we heard "EEEW!", "YUCK!", and other uninformed opinions from across the way. Jan finally opened her eyes, looked at me, and said "WOW."

She then yelled across the street "You don't know what you're missing!"

We both laughed at that. I told her that I would love to invite her in but we probably didn't want to give them THAT much ammo for tomorrow. She agreed and after a few more (shorter) kisses we set a time to meet in the morning for the walk to school.

Mark showed up five minutes after Jan left. He wasn't in the crowd harassing us, but he wasn't happy with the situation.

"What are you doing?" he hissed, "The whole schools gonna be on your case tomorrow!"

I laughed and said "it was worth it. Besides, who cares?" as soon as they realize it doesn't bother us they'll give it up."

He said "I don't get it. Girls are a pain and they're always bugging us. I can do without 'em."

I shook my head at his ignorance and tried to wake him up. "Mark, don't knock it, until you try it. Girls are more fun than anything I can think of" then quickly added "from what I just found out anyway. That was great. You should start talking to Janelle. You know she likes you, right?"

He looked at me in disbelief and said "Are you sure? I mean, if I did want a girl around it would be her. Don't tell anybody but I do like her. The problem is I don't know how to talk to girls."

I said "Look man, girls are just people in a lot nicer wrapping than guys. Just leave out a lot of the sports stuff and talk about everything else, and you'll do fine. The best part is that there's no competition. Guys our age are scared of girls, but girls our age are NOT scared of us. If you don't act like a jerk you can get any girl in our class to like you. You have it made with Janelle if you've got the guts. I think you'd be an idiot if you didn't at least try."

When I finished Mark looked at me and shook his head "I don't get it" he said "I know some of your friends are girls and all, but how would you know all this?"

After some quick thinking I said "I listen. I learned all that from listening to the girls I know talking to each other. How do you think I knew Janelle liked you?"

I also had a suspicion about Mark and decided to give it a shot. While I was talking I was getting out my paper and writing. As I finished doing both I took a few steps back and said "stay there."

I held the pad up and said "read this."

He said "what are you talking about. It doesn't say anything"!

"Just read the letters" I said, "And tell me what they are."

"OK It's strange but I'll go along with it. E�. F�P..I�O�L� I can't read the rest, it's too small."

I handed him the paper and told him "It's an eye chart. I remembered the letters from when I had my last test. At least it's close anyway. You only got the first two lines right dude. You need glasses. And before you get mad think! Why do you have problems catching or hitting a baseball? Why do you trip on steps and on curbs sometimes? Why are you always getting headaches? Think about it. If you could see better you could make the team no sweat"!

"You really think it's because I can't see good enough? I thought I was just a klutz or something. Just in case you're right I'll ask my mom if I can get a checkup."

I told him "just don't mention that it was me who suggested it o.k.? She might not go for it if a kid thought it was a good idea. Just tell her you're having problems reading the books and seeing the board at school and want to get an eye exam. Don't let them give you ugly glasses if you need them either. Make your parents spring for a decent looking pair with wire rims. If you get those ugly black things you'll catch all kinds of crap."

"Good idea" he said "I've seen that happen and always felt sorry for the person wearing them. I'd better get going so I can tell mom. Thanks, I almost hope you're right!"

I went into the house feeling like I had accomplished something already. I grabbed the paper to see what was going on in the news. The headline caught my eye. Next Saturday was the Kentucky Derby!

I could clean up here because I knew who won. I had watched every Triple Crown race since I was six and knew Dust Commander won by five lengths and paid over $32.00 to win. I ran and checked the cash I had saved from the odd jobs I had done. I had kind of a neighborhood business going. I raked leaves in the fall, cut grass in the summer, shoveled snow� you get the idea. Anyway, I had like $255.00 saved up.

I didn't spend a lot of my own money. I preferred to talk my parents into buying me stuff if I could. I saved mine for Christmas, birthdays, and the occasional thing that I had to have but couldn't talk the folks into. Now I needed somebody I could trust to bet it for me. It would have to be my dad, no question.

There was way too much of a payoff to trust anybody else. The problem was talking him into making the bet. I know he didn't have a problem with gambling. I'd seen him go to the track often enough so maybe I had a shot at success.

I met him at the door with a cold beer and asked him before he got comfortable. He was reluctant at first.

He started with "that's too much money to piss away. You worked for months to get that and it could be gone in two minutes".

It took me almost an hour but I finally got him to agree.

He finished with "alright I'll do it if you're sure that's what you want. I don't agree with it but I'll do it. I don't want to hear you complain when you lose it though; 16:1 are long odds."

I told him if I did lose it I'd just have to start over but I had a good feeling about the horse and thought he'd win by at least three lengths.

Pop shook his head and I said "It's worse than that dad. I want to bet a straight Superfecta of Dust Commander, My Dad George, High Echelon, and Naskra."

He looked at me like I was crazy. "Do you realize what the odds are of winning a superfecta? You've got a better chance of getting hit by lightning! No, let me clarify that, A better chance of getting hit by lightning on a clear day-INDOORS!"

I asked him to bet everything I had on it. He reluctantly agreed, and walked away muttering.

That evening I decided to start working out. In my first time around the only time I was ever in shape was the four years I spent in the Navy. The rest of the time I was either too skinny or too fat. I never ran unless I was being chased and whatever was chasing me could do enough damage to make the run worthwhile.

I started out with pushups and figured that I might make it to ten. When I passed 30 I began to wonder. When I passed 50 I knew something was definitely different because I wasn't even tired. I was only able to do fifty pushups for roughly three years of my life and this hadn't been one of them.

I decided that a more thorough investigation was in order. I stripped completely and stood in front of the mirror. I didn't look much different from what I remembered. There were subtle changes though. My muscles seemed more defined and maybe a little larger, not enough to be easily noticed but definitely there. A bit of playing made another change evident.

My dick was much longer and thicker than it was when I was eleven. I started young before so the earlier hard-on hadn't been a major surprise. I was glad that Changer hadn't got too carried away. I wanted to hunt with this weapon and if it was too big it would scare all the game away. I was above average before, eventually topping out at a respectable 7 � inches.

I was hoping Loki thought I could use 9 this time. The tongue was a bonus too. It used to be a little longer than average but now I could make Gene Simmons envious. I went to sleep smiling and thinking of the various usages I could put these appendages to.

I grabbed a small back-pack I used for hiking on the way out the door the next morning. Jan was waiting in front of my house already, looking nervous but pretty in a knee-length sun dress. I smiled and said "good morning gorgeous" and was rewarded with another one of those cute blushes.

She smiled shyly and said "I still can't believe what you did yesterday. When I woke up this morning I thought I must have dreamed it. Does this mean I didn't and you still want to be my� boyfriend?"

I had been adding her books to mine in my bag while she got that out. I didn't say anything while I put the straps over my shoulders and settled the bag onto my back. By the time I was done it looked like she was about to cry. I took her face in my hands and proceeded to repeat the kiss from yesterday.

This time it was me who got the biggest surprise though. I had to lean over slightly to kiss her, which had the advantage of keeping the Cyclops from scaring her. As my hands reached the top of that cute little tush of hers she suddenly stood on her toes. This had more than one result. First, I was now cupping her ass with both hands and second, our entire bodies were now pressed firmly together.

I could tell by her gasp that she was aware of the situation down below. I thought she would surely break loose in embarrassment then but instead I felt her moan as her tongue brushed my lips! I was only surprised for a second and gladly invited it in to play.

I could feel those little titties pressed to my chest and my hands couldn't help but take advantage at the position they found themselves in. She finally gave one last moan and broke our kiss. We were both flushed and slightly out of breath.

She looked into my eyes and said "you might think I'm awful but I wish we didn't have to go to school today."

I smiled and said "I wish we didn't too but I wouldn't want you to get in trouble. Do you think you could come out and play later?"

"I think so" she said with a smile "what did you have in mind?"

I told her we could hang out at my house until at least five because my parents didn't get home until after six.

She looked thoughtful and said "My sister won't say anything if I don't come home after school. I don't know what's got into me! I swear I've never even kissed a boy before yesterday but I just can't help myself when I'm with you."

She then pulled me close and gave me proof she was being truthful.

We were interrupted by "Geez you two, are you going to school or making out all day" and broke apart blushing.

We had heard the snickers and occasional catcalls from other kids walking to school, though they seemed a little less vocal than yesterday, probably because we were ignoring them completely. We were both surprised by the company. I had recognized Marks' voice so that was no shock but with him was the lovely Janelle. She was definitely interested in the proceedings.

She looked a little flushed and her mouth was slightly open. "Hi Mark, I see you brought a friend today". Then I looked at Janelle and said "Is this guy following you? I could call the cops if you want."

The looks on both their faces was great. After a little sputtering from Mark Janelle said "we ran into each other and decided to walk back and meet you two."

I looked at Mark and smiled. "That's odd. Don't you two usually walk different ways?"

That got a really embarrassed look from Mark so I decided to let him off the hook. "We better get going before we're late."

I took Jan's' hand and started off for school. We grinned like fools at each other when we noticed that Mark and Janelle had done the same shortly afterward.

Jan said "they make a cute couple, don't they."

"Almost as cute as us" I replied. We barely made it in time and managed not to get in trouble today other than both hearing comments about daydreaming. I wonder why?

I didn't see Mark after school so we cornered Janelle to see if she knew where he was. She told us he said something about having to leave early for a doctor's appointment but he wouldn't say what it was for.

"He's not sick is he"? She asked with concern evident in her voice.

"Janelle, what do you think about guys who wear glasses?" I asked.

She looked confused and said "I don't know. I've never really thought about it. I don't really like the ones you see all the time that are big and have those black plastic frames. I think those are ugly but I kinda like the gold and silver ones. Some of those are neat. Why did you ask me that?"

When I asked her what she thought Mark would look like with wire-rimmed glasses understanding dawned on her face and she said without thinking

"I'd like him even with the ugly black ones!"

She realized what she said then and stopped, looking as embarrassed as possible.

I put my arm around Jan and said "don't worry. We know you like each other. I just wanted to be sure Mark wasn't in for a big disappointment when you saw them. I'm glad things like that don't matter to you. He's a good guy and I wouldn't want to see him hurt."

She smiled and said "don't worry about that. I'll act surprised when I see them so he won't know I knew about it."

"Oops" I said "I forgot about that. I wouldn't want him to know I told anybody."

Janelle looked at me and shyly said "can I ask you a serious question?"

When I said she could she continued "Do you think sex before marriage is a sin? I mean, like you'd go to hell if you did it or something?"

I was more than a little surprised to hear this from her. I knew what kind of crap she probably had to listen to from her dad, who was a Baptist preacher and was amazed to think she may not have believed it. I took a moment to collect my thoughts before answering.

"No I don't. As I understand it all Christians believe that we were made in God's image. If that is so then why would sex be wrong when it's the most overwhelming urge that people have? Why don't they just suddenly feel that it sounds like a good idea after they're married? And if our feelings were given to us as well by God why is sex so enjoyable? Those are just some of the reasons that I'm not a Christian."

She gave me a puzzled look and asked if I was an Atheist or something.

When I told her I was a Pagan she asked me what that was. Jan was looking at me strangely as well.

"I believe in the Norse Gods. My religion is centuries older than Christianity. My Gods have names like Odin, Freyja, and Loki and while Christians have that big contradictory book to decipher I can give you the foundation of my beliefs in one sentence."

When both girls said in unison "What's that?" I told them.

"If my actions harm no one, including myself, then it is not wrong. It's not as simple as it sounds, but it's not as confusing as that huge book that can be made to say whatever someone wants it to."

Janelle looked thoughtful before saying with a smile "Actually you make a lot of sense but what if somebody punches you or something? Do you have to sit there and smile?"

"That's different" I told her "If someone was to attempt to harm me or anyone else then I would have to stop them as quickly as possible in order to minimize the harm. If I am able to make them think twice about doing it again that would be even better. It would lessen the possibility of them doing harm to someone else in the future."

"That makes even more sense. Thanks, See you tomorrow!"

Jan was full of questions herself that I answered honestly as we hurried to my house for our own "appointment".

Most of them were about Paganism and as with most people she was full of the misinformation churches spread about us.

"What about sacrifices? You don't do stuff like killing animals, do you?"

That was the first, and most common one I had encountered. I explained using my canned response. "Sacrifice takes many forms. In ancient times, it might be an offering of money, drink, weapons, or goods. As far as animals, that usually consisted of slaughtering a boar, cow, or some other animal that would then be cooked and eaten at a celebration. It was not killing for killings sake. We actually value life and nature at least as much, if not more than, other religions."

Next was the inevitable question about the devil.

I laughed at that one for the thousandth time (at least) before explaining that we didn't even believe in him, though we did believe in Hel. The differences in our version of it perplexed her, along with the people who ended up there.

She seemed angry at first that I believed that people who died of sickness or old age, along with the perpetually lazy, would be sent there while truly evil people wouldn't.

I reminded her of what I had said our version was like before explaining that the truly evil simply ceased to exist upon death.

She had even more difficulty with Valhalla. "That's like heaven, right? So you're saying that the only way to get there is to die in battle?"

I shrugged "think about it. If the final battle was upon you, or Ragnarok, as we call it, would you want warriors beside you or the weak, lazy, and infirm? In the final days of that battle the residents of Hel will also be released. It sounds to me like they're being kept out of harms way more than anything else."

By then we were at my house and the topic changed, to my relief. We didn't seek converts and didn't believe in proselytizing.

I had been looking forward to this all day. Some might think I was a pedophile but in actuality I was a healthy pre-teen male. In actuality, I was healthier than any other pre-teen male had ever been. In my previous existence I lost my virginity at age 13, so I wasn't that far ahead of schedule if things went as I hoped they would.

I gave Jan the fifty-cent tour and she commented on the beautiful house with its carved mantles and woodwork. I told her that my Grandfather had done it all by hand and she was even more impressed. I wish the house was ours but unfortunately it belonged to an asshole uncle who let us live there because we were restoring it.

The first time around at this time I actually liked the prick. This time I knew he was going to sell it next year and we would have to move. That, coupled with the fact that I knew my Mom would be recuperating from surgery that would keep her from working for six months meant we would only be able to afford a home with dimensions in the range of 12x70, constructed of metal, and equipped with wheels. Part of the plan I was working on would hopefully alleviate some of the financial strain this time.

My mood was still good as I thought about this on our way up the stairs to my room but I would really miss this. I had the whole second floor of the house complete with the king-sized feather bed with the huge hand carved headboard. I thought Jan's' eyes would pop out when she saw that.

I told her to give it a try and she fell into the bed, looked up at me and said "how do you get up in the morning? This is too comfortable!"

She held her arms up in invitation and I accepted. We held each other close and started necking. Most guys my physical age would be in a major hurry to move things along about now. I know it took me almost a year the first time to grasp the concept of patience. I wanted Jan so worked up that any consideration of stopping would not enter her cute little head.

I paid attention to her neck and ears with my lips and tongue between kisses and ran my fingers through that long black hair for several minutes as we lay on our sides before beginning to caress her shoulders and back. Slowly, I worked my way to her hip and then cupped her cute little butt. Her face was flushed and she was practically panting by this time.

I slowly worked her dress up to caress her legs. She rolled partially onto her back, pulling me with her. My hand ended up between her slightly spread thighs and she moaned, thrusting her dancing tongue down my throat. She seemed to want my hand to continue up her thigh but I had other ideas. I moved my attention further north, caressing her barely noticeable breasts through the thin dress and bra.

She didn't seem to mind, pressing them upward into my palm. I slowly began to unbutton the front of her dress while nibbling on her neck. My lips followed the progress of my hands and hers moved to the back of my head as she made appreciative noises while I kissed my way to her navel. She giggled a little as I teased it with my tongue and then practically yanked me by the hair for another steamy kiss. I raised her up slightly to pull the dress from her shoulders.

I uncovered nothing that didn't receive attention from lips or hands (or both). Using old talents and newfound dexterity I snapped the catch of her bra with one hand and revealed the first part of my prize.

She looked at me and blushed, saying "I didn't think you'd even want to bother with my top. There's nothing there to see." I assured her that every inch was beautiful and that I wasn't at all attracted to cows. That got me another smile and a very heated kiss.

Truth is I did think she was beautiful. Her breasts may have been only small mounds, but they had those lovely small areola that I've always been fond of and very erect nipples that I was anxious to sample. I started at her neck once more and when I reached them I found that they were as sensitive as they looked. I knew she was extremely worked up by this time but from the sounds she made. When I switched to the other one I believe she came for the first time.

She let out a high-pitched squeak and pressed my face into her chest as she quivered. When she let me come up for air I started working my way downward again. This time when I reached her navel I had her raise up and pulled her dress down her legs and off. She was obviously soaked and the smell of her arousal made my mouth water. I began to kiss and lick her thighs and the crease at the top of them while my hands continued to pay attention to her tits. Her hips were trying to rise off the mattress at this point and her hands were entwined in my hair. I slowly lowered her panties and kissed my way to her hairless slit. When it dawned on Jan what I was about to do I think she was about to protest.

When I took her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue her "wha�" turned into "OOOO HAAHHH" as she went into a massive climax.

After a bit I had mercy and eased off as she came down a bit. I started slowly licking her slit then, working her back up slowly to an even higher peak. When I slid my tongue in her tight virgin twat I swear it went so deep I tasted cherry.

She came so hard then that her thighs clamped onto my ears and her ass came completely off the mattress. I could hear her scream like a banshee even through my gorgeous ear muffs. When she collapsed I kissed my way back up her body to her neck and looked into her eyes. I didn't know if she was ready for the kind of kiss I wanted to give her but she solved my dilemma by pulling me in for a tongue duel that had me out of breath before she let me come up for air.

She had a wild look in her eyes as she said "I read about things like that in my dads' penthouse forums but I didn't think there was any way that it could feel as good as they said. I was right. It was a lot better than that. You're embarrassing me though, you know."

"I'm sorry, how am I doing that?" I asked.

"I'm completely naked and you've still got all your clothes on!" she said.

Moment of truth time, I thought. The first time I got naked with a girl when I thought I'd get lucky I didn't. Seems most young girls are scared of their first sight of a raging hard-on. Then again, the first time I hadn't just eaten aforementioned young girl to a screaming orgasm.

I pulled my shirt off but she stopped me as I reached for my jeans.

"No fair" she said. "You undressed me so I get to undress you."

I was happy to agree. She had me lay on my back and started working her way down my chest with little butterfly kisses. When she reached my waist I was glad that I wasn't wearing a belt. She had no problems with the simple snap and zipper of my jeans and I gladly raised my hips off the mattress to make it easier for her to slide them off. She looked at the impressive bulge in my shorts for a moment before freeing my rather uncomfortably constricted cock.

When it popped up to sway in the breeze I could see she was impressed as well as frightened.

She looked at it and said "I could tell it was big but I didn't realize it was huge! When I read about this they talked about big being around eight inches and they were talking about guys twenty and thirty years old! This thing's going to be a monster when you get older. If we're about to do what I hope we are please be careful o.k.? I really want to and have since we first kissed but I'm a little scared."

I told her I would do my best to make sure she enjoyed it as much as I knew I would and pulled her to me for another tongue dance. When we broke it she quickly rid me of the last garment and wrapped her small hand around my cock for the first time.

She tentatively tasted the pre cum oozing from my straining member and remarked with a look of amazement on her face "this isn't bad! I thought it would be kind of yucky but I guess the forum wasn't lying about this."

She must have had great reading comprehension skills because for her first time she was doing a fine job of cock sucking. I felt no teeth and lots of tongue, just the way I like it. After about five minutes I could tell she was getting a little tired so I decided to improve the situation. I guided her hips around so she was straddling my face.

Evidently "69" was in her required reading course as well because she got the message and gladly lowered her steamy little hairless snatch to my waiting lips. It didn't take long to put her over the edge. I hoped it was at least partly because she was enjoying what she was doing because I certainly was, she was a natural. Her first two were small ones as I concentrated on her labia, and occasionally seeing how much tongue I could fit in her pussy.

The big one came when I clamped her visibly distended clit between my lips and gently sucked it. Her head rose up off my cock and her back arched as she screamed "OH MY GOD! OH OOOH!" while her whole body quivered until she pulled away and collapsed.

She laid there on her side, her chest heaving, face flushed, and looking half conscious. I rolled her on her back and reversed position to climb aboard. I figured there would never be a better time. If she wasn't ready now she never would be. I was glad she was too young to worry about getting pregnant. I'd have to find a way to make a purchase at the drug store soon though. No sense taking too many chances.

I worked my cock up and down her slippery slope to get as much lubrication as I could and worked the head into her opening, gazing into her eyes the entire time.

When I hit her maidenhead I said "This will probably hurt no matter what. Just tell me if you want me to stop and I will."

She shook her head no and told me if I stopped now she'd never speak to me again.

"Hold on tight, baby" I said, "'cause here we go."

I lifted her knees and spread her legs a little more, then gave a shove with my hips and broke through, reaching halfway home on the first thrust. I watched her face for signs of pain but all I noticed was a slight wince.

She looked up at me and said "that wasn't so bad. In fact it wasn't bad at all. Please keep going, but slow, o.k.?"

I was happy to oblige and after several more slow and gentle thrusts I was buried to the balls in one of the tightest snatches I could remember. I thanked Loki again for this opportunity and for the gifts that had come with it. Once again I promised the Gods and myself that I would make the most of it.

I began moving again, going slow and enjoying every sensation. It was a good thing I had control over my body because without it I would have done what any normal boy would do in this situation. I didn't want this to be over in ten seconds. Ten minutes would be too short, I thought. As I continued Jan began to get into the rhythm.

She started meeting me halfway and pulled me in for a kiss. I lovingly caressed as much of her as I could reach, kissing her neck and her perky little tits. She started moaning and moving her hips faster as she had her first orgasm with her pussy full of cock. I started going faster and she really lost it. It seemed like she was cumming constantly now. I was getting a little worried. I didn't want to go so long that she would be too sore to walk. I picked up the tempo even more and let the sensations take over. When I erupted it was like nothing I had ever experienced. The feeling was indescribable as came into her tight channel.

When I did Jan let out one final "OOOOOHHH!" and went completely limp beneath me.

I was afraid for a moment before I saw her chest rise and fall with deep breaths. I wondered briefly how she could have passed out and be gasping at the same time.

When her eyes fluttered open I was still poised above her with my weight supported on my knees and elbows gazing into her eyes, still hard and buried to the hilt.

"Hello beautiful, welcome back" I said.

She responded with "hello handsome, nice to see you again" and pulled me in for a long, tender kiss.

"I'm confused" she continued "I've kind of sneaked peeks at my dads' books and magazines but when I decided that I wanted this to happen I read them all. I was up until two o'clock this morning under my covers with a flashlight with them. I wanted to know what to expect if we had sex and to know enough so you wouldn't be disappointed with me (she put her fingers to my lips as I started to say something) I read about first times and wonderful sex but everything I read that sounded true made me believe that first times were usually bad. They talked about pain and about the boys never lasting more than a couple of minutes before they came. What we just did was tons better than the best story in any of those books. It was unbelievable. I even tried to get you to cum before we did it because they said it would make the guy last longer during sex. You must be really special to be this good. It's like you've done this forever or something. What I'm trying to say is thank you for making my first time be something that I will always remember as wonderful".

After her speech, I couldn't say anything for a while. I was more than a little surprised by her "research" but I had always been more attracted to intelligence than beauty. It looked like that hadn't changed.

When I felt I could put a coherent sentence together I said "babe, it was my first time too. I did a little research myself" I said with a smile (not telling her it was 35 years worth and technically it wasn't my first time). I know that I will always remember my first time as being as good as it can possibly be."

She then voiced what I feared would actually happen. If my first was this good how can anything else even come close?"

I could only kiss her again and change the subject. "Are you very sore?" I asked.

She responded by wrapping her legs around my knees and neatly flipping us over so she was on top. "Not so sore that I don't want to try something else that sounded like fun."

I was game, I love this position. I had wanted to grab hold of her cute little bubble butt while I was on top but didn't want to put all my weight on her. This way my hands could roam at will over her whole body.

As she started to move, I directed her with my hands on her ass so her clit would get some attention when she hit bottom. When she started to moan I decided to see how hot I could get her.

"Did you read about this too?" I asked, meeting her halfway with a (one) little thrust of my hips.

I got an "OOOH, YESSS!" as an answer.

"How about this"? Pulling her down for some nipple to tongue action followed with (two) more strokes. "

OOOOH�OOOOOH!"

"I'll take that as a yes. What kind of words did they use for what we're doing? What did they call it?" (three) more.

"FU�.FU�..FUUUCKINGGGG!"

And what did they call what you're about to do?" (grabbing her glorious ass for some long, deep powerful strokes)

"I'M� I'M�..CU..CCUUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!"

She screamed and collapsed on my chest panting "oh...oooh�.DAMN!" She looked at me and said "you are BAD! How did you know that would set me off like that!?"

"Just a feeling I had." I twitched my dick a bit and got another

"OOOHHH!" Then she said "you didn't cum that time, did you?"

I smiled "no, but if you feel up to it there is something else we could try that I think you'll like."

She looked at me with an amazed expression "If it's any better than what we've been doing I don't know if I can take it!"

I pulled her off with a "plop!" and said "Just get on your hands and knees at the end of the bed here, like this" as I positioned her for one of my other favorites.

I stood behind her and rubbed my still rampant cock from the top of her butt crack past and through her dripping pussy and back several times, making sure to drag it over her little brown rosebud every trip before re-inserting it into her twat and burying it all the way on the first stroke. I think she started cumming when I hit bottom.

"What am I doing, babe?" I teased.

"You're FUUCKING MEEE!"

"Fucking your what?"

"MY PUSSYY"

"your what?" "MY PUSSY, MY CUUUNTT, MY TWATTT OOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUKKKK."

She really lost it then, slamming her ass into me as I held on to her hips for the ride. I let go then, pouring a large load into her tight channel. When she felt my hot seed splash against her cervix she went into overdrive.

She began to scream "OH�MYYY�GOOOOODDDDD"

When I let go of her hips after at least thirty seconds she fell forward off of my rod face first on the bed, out cold.

She seemed alright for the moment so I grabbed my robe and ran downstairs for a couple of cokes, pondering what had just happened. I hadn't been bad in bed before but....DAMN! If this kind of performance was the norm, I was going to make some women happy (not to mention myself!)

My brother came into the kitchen as I opened the fridge, saying "work up a thirst? It sure sounded like it."

"Oops" I said "Sorry Al, I didn't realize we were that loud."

"I think the neighbors windows cracked with that last one. I don't know what kind of vitamins you're taking but if you can spare some let me know" he said. "You might want to air your room out some and change the sheets before the folks get home. I got busted like that once. You don't want that lecture!"

I didn't remember this and was curious so I asked "when did this happen? Were mom and dad really pissed?"

He sighed "I was about your age and you were at Grandmas house. I guess we both started young. I got the whole lecture. The funny thing is the sex part didn't bother them at all. It was all about rubbers and shit like that. They went on for over an hour."

"That reminds me" I said "do you think you could pick a couple of boxes of Trojans up for me? She's my age so we don't need to worry yet but I want to make sure. Problems like that I don't need."

He said "sure, give me the cash after I get them. But if you need any before then there's some in my night stand."

I thanked him and headed back upstairs. Jan was sitting up in the bed and looking a bit confused.

"Where did you go?" then said "oh! Thanks, you're a life saver. I am soo thirsty!"

"I figured it was the least I could do. After all, if it weren't for me you wouldn't be."

"What took you so long?" When I told her my brother was there she freaked.

"He didn't hear us did he?"

The look on her face was something else when I told her the comment about the neighbors' windows. The more I told her about the conversation, the redder she got. I finally cracked up and explained that he was cool and wouldn't say anything. I did warn her that he liked to tease people even more than me. I should know. Being six years younger than him I had been on the receiving end of it long enough.

I had to help Jan get dressed. She was really sore and as might be expected had trouble walking at first. We went downstairs to give her time to steady her legs somewhat before she left for home.

Al was watching TV and laughing his ass off.

"Damn" I said "must be a good show. You never watch television unless it's news or sports."

He told me it was the news and they were talking about how the crew of Apollo 13 had repaired things well enough to make it back.

"Duct tape man, can you believe it? With a roll of duct tape and a hammer you can fix anything!"

He noticed Jan while we got our own chuckle over that. He asked her "how could somebody as cute as you be interested in this little runt?"

I got an even better appreciation of Jan's humor then. My brother was a lot like me (or vice-versa I guess since he was older) he just did NOT get embarrassed. Nothing usually fazed us but the look on his face when she came back with "oh, he's not little at all" and acted as if she was checking the front window for cracks was amazing.

When he closed his mouth he looked at me. "She's a keeper. Has she got a sister?"

Jan answered for me "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. You might know her from school actually. Her name is Joyce Denton."

My brother looked at Jan more closely and smiled "hmm, let's see� 5'7"� smart, talented, funny, and gorgeous�somebody like that almost got me killed yesterday. I didn't get her name but she looked like an older version of you. She wouldn't be a cheerleader or in the band would she?"

Jan laughed and said "that was you? She used to be a cheerleader in ninth grade but that and band was too much so now she just does the marching band. She didn't actually see what happened but she was really embarrassed about it."

She went on to explain about what occurred for my benefit. "Some of her friends are cheerleaders and they were practicing the same time as the band and the football team (my brother plays defensive end). They bet her that she couldn't play trumpet on top of a pyramid. She didn't think about having on a skirt and not her uniform until afterward".

My brother shook his head, saying "I heard a great rendition of `Tijuana Taxi` and when I turned to look I saw a fantastic pair of legs attached to a girl playing a trumpet. The last thing I remember was a lovely pair of light blue panties before I got nailed by our fullback, at least until the smelling salts woke me up. Coach had a field day and the team showed NO mercy. I think they were just jealous that they missed it."

That gave me an idea. I remembered Al was always griping about how the girls he really liked not giving him the time of day and how the only dates he could get were with the ones who wanted to date a jock to improve their social standing.

"Seems like the least she could do is call you to see if you survived." I suggested. "I mean, if she's as pretty as her sister she should know how dangerous a sight like that can be to a defenseless male like you. I think she should apologize."

Jan said "Can I have your number? Maybe we could talk that way too."

I grabbed some paper and wrote it down.

"You figured that out too, huh?"

I thought her parents might not want guys calling her yet�but this could work.

Jan asked Al what I had been wondering too. "Where did you come up with all that other stuff about Joyce? I mean, how would you know about the smart, talented and funny parts?"

Al said "It's obvious. Anybody who could pull that off had to be all three."

Jan said "Joyce doesn't usually go for football players. Some of her friends have and all she's heard them talk about being treated bad and how most of them weren't too bright. I probably shouldn't have said that and I hope you don't take it the wrong way but it's kind of made her keep her distance."

"No offense taken" Al said "she's right. Most of them are stupid jocks that get their grades handed to them because they make the school money by packing the stadium every week and getting playoff money every year".

I poked my nose in then "not all of them are that way. When was the last time you didn't make an A and earn it?"

Al sighed "Last year. I missed a week because I had the Flu, remember? If you miss a week of Callahan's Calculus class you're toast. I barely got a B after that, sucks because I had a 4.0 until then."

I looked at Jan and we both smiled because we knew they'd get along fine. I walked Jan most of the way home and we talked (conspired really) about our matchmaking. We both found out some things that made us think it was a good fit. Joyce and Al were a year apart in school.

Al was a senior and already had committed to attending the local University. He was going to play football there and could have gotten an athletic scholarship but as a way for the school to get more players on the team he took the academic one that was also offered and would play as a walk-on.

Seems that they also had a very good medical program (complete with their own hospital) and he wanted to become involved in medical research. Joyce was a junior and in all the advanced placement courses she could get. There had even been talk of graduating early and attending the same University that Al was planning on next year. We shared a last kiss around the corner (and out of sight) from her house and went our separate ways.