Dabara

 

 

Part Two

 

I got to the Burger Queen right on time, but as I figured, Gary had to make me wait for him. That was cool though, it would be worth it so long as he didn't stand me up. Some boys were like that, they'd say one thing and then do another, and I never really figured guys out. At least if a woman said she was going to do something, she did it, you know? Or if she didn't, well…She wasn't much of a woman anyway. But boys were so unpredictable! Like they came from another planet or something.

At least with Gary being fashionably late, I could make a beeline straight for the bathrooms. I spent a good 5 or 10 minutes trying to clean myself up. Luckily it was one of those small bathrooms made for just one person and I could lock the door. I was a mess and my pussy still leaked cum like crazy. Mr. Bruening was probably laughing about it, I thought. He was sexy as hell, but he knew what making me cum was going to do to me too. That's the only bad thing about being a woman - the mess, but usually that wasn't so bad, just at times like this. I did manage to get dry though; thanking God that nobody could see me sticking my bare ass under the hot air of the hand dryer.

Sam showed up with her boy Robert, having something to eat before they went out to the pond. Actually Robert was everyone's boy, and I'm not joking. He didn't just have a reputation as an easy lay, I think he was proud of it. He acted like a total slut and I'd heard that he'd done like two or three girls at the same time. Some of the older girls at school claimed to have pulled a train on his dick, like a dozen of them fucking him one after another at some party the summer before.

That didn't bother me a whole lot though, and it obviously bothered Samantha even less, but there were a lot of kids at school who looked down on Robert. They called him a slut and even a whore, stuff like that right to his face. I might have felt sorry for him sometimes, but I'd fucked him too and he was definitely a slut. Maybe even a whore, except he didn't charge anything except fast food and some beer.

He wasn't bad looking though, like 5'2" and pretty well built. He had a sweet, soft body with a bit of baby fat, but it made his ass nice and round, like a sweet little bubble butt. He had kind of dirty blonde hair, curly and parted down the middle, pulled back from his pretty face with a big pink hair clip. He wore too much makeup though. I liked guys who just used a little. Like Gary, who didn't need much makeup anyway since he was already gorgeous. Robert had crimson lips and sunset gold eye shadow, it looked good on him, but there was just too much of it. I was really glad girls didn't have to wear makeup and stuff; that would suck. It would look pretty stupid too and I tried to picture Samantha with lipstick, but it was impossible.

"Hey! Wassup?" I grinned and sat down across from them, Sam and Robert were sitting side by side in a booth.

"Hey Rache." Sam smiled back at me. "Waitin' for Gary?"

"Hi Rache," Robert said in a soft voice. He smiled coquettishly, which was a new word I'd just learned that day in English. It means he was flirting with me and I just wiggled my eyebrows at him.

"Yeah," I answered. "Is that one of those mint shakes?"

"Whew! Somebody's been having fun." Robert sniffed the air theatrically and giggled. Boys could always tell and I wondered if they have a better sense of smell than girls, or if it's really the pheromones that girls give off during sex. But that's not really a smell anyway, I don't think.

I just ignored him and Samantha didn't seem to notice anything, so that was cool. 

"Yeah," Sam replied to my question, taking a bite of her burger.

I grabbed it and slurped some into my mouth. All the fast food places had green shakes for St. Patricia's Day, which was like a week away or something. All the bars had red beer though, since beer's usually green all the time anyway, and that never made much sense to me. Red beer kinda looked like blood. They should do that for Halloween or something, wouldn't you think? They should make it blue or, I dunno, yellow maybe, except then it would look like pee and nobody would drink it probably.

"They oughta serve these year round." I said, because that shake tasted pretty good.

"Yeah," Robert agreed, eating a salad like he was watching his figure, probably trying to lose that baby fat that made him so cute. "But then they'd have to have some other special flavor."

"Who the fuck is St. Patricia anyway?" Sam asked with a little laugh. "What'd she ever do?"

"She invented green shakes." I slurped some more.

Robert giggled and reached over to slap my arm. "She did not! She got all the snakes out of Eireland or something."

"Catholic schoolboy." Samantha chuckled. "I wanna get a snake out of something too…" She must have been grabbing at Robert's cock because he squealed all of a sudden, and jumped about 6 inches straight up.

"God!" He gave her a little push, opening his green eyes extra wide. "Don't do that, people will see!" He glanced at me, smiling without a hint of embarrassment, "Rachael will see…"

"I've seen it before," I reminded him with a laugh and Samantha gave me a high five.

"Oh, right," the boy said. "I forgot that was you."

"Ouch!" Sam laughed.

"He's mean tonight." I shook my head.

"No, you girls are mean," Robert giggled. "I'm just trying to eat my salad."

"We love you, baby. Don't worry about it," Sam said, chewing on some French fries.

"You can eat my salad." I grinned at him. "All night long."

"Yeah, right." Robert rolled his eyes. "I know what you two love." 

"Hey, there's your thang." Sam nodded and I looked over my shoulder, seeing Gary coming through the glass doors.

He looked hot too, wearing a yellow tube top over his chest and a pair of white denim shorts with some sneakers. He had a serious body and a few heads in the place turned to check him out. Gary was probably used to it though and I waved at him as he took off his sunglasses, combing his fingers through his long auburn hair and definitely posing. He walked over slowly, smiling, and I watched his hips and the sexy bulge in his tight shorts moving hypnotically. My clit was getting hard again just looking at the guy. 
"Hi." I smiled, sliding over so Gary could sit down next to me. He pulled his purse off his shoulder and sat down, smiling all around. At least he didn't wrinkle his nose at me.

"Hi Gary." Samantha was practically drooling.

"Hi." He nodded at her and shifted his gaze. "Hi Robert."

"Hey." The other boy smiled, but it was kind of a catty one, I thought.

"Wow…You look great," I told him.

"You like it?" Gary looked down at himself as if he didn't believe me. He tugged his top one way and then the other, making sure it covered his smooth chest just right.

"Yeah. I didn't know you had a pierced belly button, that's pretty cool," I said, pointing with my finger. I wanted to touch it, the little gold ring hanging there, but I didn't.

"Did that hurt?" Sam asked.

"Oh, I got this last year," Gary told us, and then looked at Samantha. "Yeah it hurt a lot, but it's okay now. See?" He gave his piercing a tug, pulling his skin outward. It looked seriously sexy.

"Cool." She nodded. "What happened to that piercing thing you were gonna get, Robert?" She looked at the boy next to her.

"Oh, uh…" He made a face. "My dad wouldn't let me."

"What were you gonna get?" I wondered.

"A Prince Albert." Robert shrugged. "If you're under 58 you have to have a parent with you or they won't do it."

"What's a Prince Albert?" Gary looked at me and I didn't know.

"It's like a ring through your dick, right through the pee hole, sorta. It comes out underneath," Robert explained, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. We were all sitting like that, trying to picture what he was talking about.

"Ouch." Gary giggled nervously. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Cause it looks cool,." Robert shrugged. "Why'd you get your belly button pierced?"

"Cause it looks cool," he replied and we all laughed at him.

"Should get your nipples pierced," I told Robert. "That would be awesome."

"Yeah, but everybody does that." Gary smiled at Samantha because he knew hers were pierced.

"I don't want anymore piercings," Gary said. "I've got five already, that's enough."

"Five?" Sam looked at him.

"Yeah, see…two in each ear." He pulled his reddish hair back behind his right ear, turning his head slightly so Sam could see the twin golden hoops dangling from the boy's earlobe.

"Cool." Samantha nodded. "But if you got your nipples pierced we could hook up." 

I frowned at the idea of my best friend hooking up with Gary in any sense of the word.

"Hook up?" He asked, looking confused. He really was pretty innocent and I guess he didn't get out that much, at least not with girls like us, the ones from the other side of the tracks.

"She's got like these clip things so you can lock the rings together while you…Well, you know." Robert grinned as Gary's blue eyes got wide and he blushed bright red.

"Nipple to nipple, baby." Sam laughed and she put her arm around Robert, pulling the boy close to her.

"Oh." Gary swallowed hard and glanced at me. I was smiling, but I stopped when I saw the look on his face and just kinda shrugged.

I figured I'd better get Gary out of there before Samantha and Robert said something totally embarrassing, as if they hadn't already. Gary was a total virgin, that was obvious. Like getting his belly button pierced was radical for him, you know? I couldn't tell what he thought of all that dirty talk in the middle of a Burger Queen, but I doubted he was impressed. I started preparing myself in case he wanted me to take him home instead of out to the pond.

"Hey, I think we're gonna take off," I said, looking at Gary and he nodded, giving me a relieved smile of agreement. "We'll see you guys at the party, huh?"

"Yeah, see ya later, girl." Sam nodded and then gave Gary a look like she was already missing him. "Bye Gary."

"Uh, bye." He nodded, slipping out of the booth quickly.

"See ya later." Robert gave us a little wave and winked at me. That guy just never stopped and I was glad Gary didn't see it.

"Hey, I'm sorry about Sam and Robert there…" I started saying as soon as we were in the boxcar.

"That's okay." He offered me a shy smile. "I just never heard of some of that stuff, that's all."

"Yeah, me neither," I lied.

He laughed at me then. "Oh, I bet you know all about it."

"Me?" I laughed. "Nah, I'm innocent. Scouts honor." I held up three fingers, glancing at him as I waited for a break in traffic.

"You're a Girl Scout?" Gary smiled at me doubtfully.

"Well, I'm not an Eagle Scout or anything," I admitted with a smile, "but I am always prepared."

"That's what I thought," he said, giggling and showing me his small, pink tongue.

I pulled out of the parking lot, thinking about the condoms in my back pocket. Oh yeah, I was prepared for anything. It wasn't a long drive out to the pond, which was really a lake since they'd built the dam about a hundred years before. But before it had filled up with water, it had been Miller's Pond, and so it still was. I think they'd tried to change it to Miller's Lake once or twice, but traditions die hard in our part of the country. Either way it was a petty cool place to hang out on a hot summer night.

Gary talked for most of the drive, which was fine by me. Guys like to talk anyway, everybody knows that, so I just nodded a lot and made the right sounds like I was interested, but mostly I kept sneaking peeks as his legs, which were long and smooth and tanned all over. I wondered if he shaved them, most guys did, but some guys just didn't have a lot of hair anyway. Except in France. I heard the guys there didn't shave their legs at all, or their underarms even, and that sounded sort of gross. A guy with hairy pits? No way.

"…I really love his books though, especially that first one. Interview with the Vampire, did you read that?" Gary asked me.

"Huh?" I blinked. "No, but I saw the movie. The fag vampires, right?"

"Well, they're sensual." He smiled patiently. "And Tom Rice's book was a lot better than the movie."

"I dunno," I shrugged. "I kinda like vampires who like guys, you know? Instead of other women. Like Blade, she wasn't queer."

"Blade?" The boy made a face. "Leslie Snipes? I don't think she's sexy at all."

"I didn't say she was sexy," I told him. "I said she wasn't a fag."

"Well, what kind of books do you like then?" Gary was definitely one of those romantic guys. I probably should have taken my mom's advice and gotten him some flowers. Shoot, a dozen roses might have dropped his pants already.

"Ummm…" I tried to think of books that were sorta womanly, but kinda smart too. My mom liked Ann Clancy, but I didn't think he would go for her stuff. "I liked Old Woman and the Sea. That was a cool book."

"You read that?" Gary gave me a look like he could almost respect me.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I had to read it for one of my classes, but I liked it."

"What part?" he asked and I figured he was testing me, so I was glad I hadn't been lying.

"Um, the part with her fighting off the sharks was cool." I shrugged glancing at him in the faltering light. I needed to do better. "But I guess when she's walking up the beach, right at the end? Like carrying the mast over her shoulder so it's like a cross, that's my favorite part."

"Oh, yeah," he agreed, smiling enthusiastically. "Hemingway's great, like she's so simple you don't really think its special, but then you think about it and realize she was saying something really important underneath the story."

"Ummm…" I blinked and stared at the road. "Yeah. I guess so."

That was cool; so what if Gary was a little bit of a geek? Nobody ever said beauty and brains couldn't go together, it just didn't seem fair to the other guys. He was a serious hottie, and smart too, and he was going out with me. That would make any girl nervous, I thought, and I found it sort of comforting because I felt nervous as hell. But maybe I didn't need to be since I'd apparently passed Gary's little test with flying colors. He moved closer, as much as he could in the bucket seats we were sitting in, and sort of grabbed my right arm. He hugged my elbow to his tummy and actually leaned his head against my shoulder. It was surprising, but really nice too and I didn't mind at all.

I just hoped I wouldn't have to read a whole bunch of books to keep him interested in me. The only other ‘smart' book I'd read and knew pretty good was Of Mice and Women, by Joan Steinbeck. I thought about bringing it up, but then I figured I'd better save it just in case I needed a net later, you know?

Outside the sky shimmered like thin blue milk, the instant kind that everybody hates. Baran was long gone and Alde had sunk beneath the horizon finally, but not very far really. It had gotten dark enough that I turned on the headlights, but it wouldn't start getting completely black for another eight months or so. Occasionally one or the other of our two suns wouldn't even set and it would be daylight all the time for a whole decade. But that only happened like once every 76 thousand years or something. I'd never see it except in the planetarium at school.

"How much farther is the pond?" Gary wondered and he looked amazing in the pale light. He made me tingle inside.

"We're almost there." I smiled down at him. "You've never been out here before?"

"Nope." He shook his head, looking up at me with big, innocent eyes.

"You wanna see the dam? There's like a scenic overlook thing, it's pretty cool." I didn't tell him it was also the local lover's lane and people went there to park and make out.

"Sure," he nodded.

I had my right hand off the steering while by then and I'd actually put my arm around Gary's shoulder. The feel of his bare skin under my fingers was pretty intense, like almost giving me an electric shock at first. I'd held my breath, expecting the boy to pull away from me, but he hadn't. If anything Gary had settled even closer against me and I really wished there was one big front seat in that stupid Volvo instead of two smaller ones. I could have really held him close then.

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"I miss the stars," Gary said.

We were sitting on the back end of the Volvo just above the fusion tank. The reactor was still warm, but not uncomfortably; the summer air seemed much warmer. A stuttering breeze helped though, coming and going the east and the distant Rainbow Mountains with their diamond peaks. The snow caught the last bit of sunlight, being a zillion feet tall like they were, and they glittered long after the suns had set. Sometimes, if you were in the right place at the right time, the mountain glaciers looked like prisms and that's how they'd gotten their name.

We'd talked and walked around the overlook, watching the silvery water flow over the dam below us, boiling up with a dull roar where it began the river anew. Around us were tall trees, great pine trees thousands of years old, stretching up to impale the sky. They were so thick and heavy that the wind could barely make them stir and they were like a great wall around us, shutting the rest of the world out. Gary and I played a game of it, imagining ourselves totally alone in the universe.

He had his legs up, knees bent so he could hug them to his chest as he sat there under the milky sky, like black coffee streaked with cream, ribbons of it wavering on unseen currents of magnetism. I sat close to him with my legs stretched out, leaning back with my left arm behind him, touching his back. We were both looking up. This time of year starlight couldn't get through and if you didn't know better you'd think there wasn't anything out there beyond our little planet. And who knows, maybe there wasn't. Nobody's ever been to one of those million billion other stars.

"There's the moon coming up." I pointed across the dam, even though I really didn't need to. It was pretty big and high enough now to easily see it above the trees. "I wonder how come nobody ever named it," I said, and then I worried over how dumb that might have sounded. "I mean, everything else has a name, but the moon…"

"…Is just the moon. Yeah." Gary bit his bottom lip, nodding. "What would you name it, if you could?"

"Me?" I chuckled. "I'd name it Gary."

"Silly!" Gary giggled and gave me a little elbow. "I'm serious."

"I don't know," I shrugged, thinking I had been serious. "What would you name it?"

"Hmmm…Something old, like Dabara. That would be a good name for it."

"Dabara?" I looked at him and he was so beautiful just sitting there. I felt hollow or something. "What does that mean?"

"It's the old word for magic, the really old word; like from before there was even writing," Gary explained, then he caught me smiling at him. "What?"

"Like abracadabra?" I teased him.

"Yeah, Dabara, it's perfect." He smiled back at me and I think my heart forgot to beat. "The moon's magic, right? So…It all kind of fits."

Gary stared into my eyes and I'd leaned closer because he'd spoken so softly, and neither of us blinked or looked away. We just smiled and maybe we didn't even do that, because all I could think about just then was how pretty he looked. He swallowed hard and I licked my lips, feeling my palms sweaty and my gut aching. Fight or flight time and I couldn't give him up.

"Are you going to kiss me?" Gary whispered with his eyes wide and I saw the corners of his mouth quiver. We both knew the answer to that question.

I didn't say anything. I just moved those last few inches, touching my lips to his and felt a rush of heat through my body, a warmth that I'd never really felt before, not like this. I didn't want to kiss him too hard, or too fast; something held me back it seemed, something inside me. We just kissed for half a minute, the tip of my tongue barely touching Gary's lips, not doing anything else while we held our breath.

He sighed, letting the air out slowly and he smacked his full red lips a little, like maybe he was still tasting me. I took a deep breath, wondering why I felt like I did, as if I was almost protective of the boy. I'd made out before, a lot of times, and it was always good, even when it wasn't. But I hadn't really cared about those guys. Even the two boys I'd had sex with, Robert and the guy at my brother's party. I didn't care about them at all, I thought I was just being a woman, you know? Having sex, that's what a woman does, right? Now I wasn't so sure.

"Have you kissed a lot of boys?" Gary asked and I shrugged, not really wanting to say one way or the other. I looked at the moon while he waited for an answer.

"A few," I finally admitted.

"I kissed a girl before," he told me, "but it wasn't like that."

He'd said it so softly I didn't think I'd heard him right and I looked at him sharply. None of my kisses had ever been like that either.

"I mean…Did you feel it?" Gary asked and the way he hesitated I thought he was afraid I'd laugh and say no.

"Yeah," I said, praying he wasn't teasing me. "I've never felt like this."

"Do you want to kiss me some more?" He lowered his eyes and the wind blew his long dark hair over his face.

I turned a little, pulling the silky strands away carefully, feeling the boy's warm skin under my fingers. "Yeah," I whispered, sliding my right hand behind his head, holding him as we kissed once more.

It was deeper this time and gentle at first, but I couldn't help myself. I slipped my tongue between Gary's soft lips, urging his inexperienced mouth to open for me. He moaned softly and I tilted my head, digging into him with growing urgency as my tongue found his.

Our bodies were moving, both of us turning on the hard metal of the car. Gary unfolded his legs and put his arm around me. He was learning fast and our kisses became even better. I had my left arm around him and I moved my right hand down, to his bare shoulder, caressing him and feeling the surge of heat rising in my stomach. I stroked his smooth skin, giving him gentle squeezes, and it was only when I brought my hand lower, tugging slowly and gently at his top, that he broke our kiss.

"No…don't…please…" We were both breathing hard, looking at each other. I'd moved my hand back to his shoulder. "I've never done this before."

"It's okay," I whispered, my hand pressing gently against his flushed body. "We'll go as slow as you want, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded, swallowing hard and then we kissed more and it was better. Gary relaxed and I kept my hand moving across his shoulders, resisting my desire to go lower and find his small, hard nipples.

After ten minutes though, feeling Gary's tongue wriggling inside my mouth the way I'd been in his, I forgot all about his reluctance. I brought my hand down slowly, pressing it to the top of his chest and then lower, feeling the soft ribbed fabric of his top under my palm. I pushed against him, massaging his chest, and this time Gary didn't stop me at all. He just groaned and seemed to yield all the more with his delicate fingers digging into my back almost painfully.

I chased his tongue back into the boy's mouth, licking him all over while I pulled his top down slowly, inch by inch until he shivered when my fingers brushed across his nipple. It was small and hard as a pebble beneath my hand, and Gary arched his back, pressing his body against the sensation. He suckled my tongue as if it were a large wet clit, flicking the tip of his own across it. I pinched his nipple, not hard, but enough to bring a soft gasp of pleasure.

I tried to imagine his breast swelling with milk, that small nub of flesh between my fingers growing thick and rubbery, leaking thin cream for our child. I wanted him suddenly, the thoughts and images flooding my mind. I wanted to have his baby and see Gary care for it. I'd watch his breasts grow in league with my stomach. We'd make love and he'd impregnate me and my body would send its own signals, the secret chemical messages through our union, telling his body what he'd done. Everyone would know that my child was his, that we were pregnant together.

Everyone would know we were in love.

That thought hit me like a hammer. I could barely contain the idea, which is to say the unexpected truth and clarity of the emotion. Love. I'd never even imagined the word. I'd spent all my time being tough and serious about nothing. I didn't love any boys; I just wanted to have sex with them, that's all. I laughed with my friends about it, plotted and schemed and dreamt of being the bad girl. Love ‘em and leave ‘em and all that stuff. But now, with Gary in my arms, kissing him on that perfect night…I never wanted to leave him.

I hadn't just fallen in love with him either, I knew that. I'd been in love since the moment I'd first laid eyes on him. Now Gary was my beautiful new boyfriend and what a foolish idea. I wasn't thinking straight. We were only in our fifties. We couldn't vote or buy beer or do anything but try to grow up. We couldn't have a baby. Gary would have to drop out of school to take care of it. My mom would kill me. His mom would kill me. We had to wait, but…

"I love you," I breathed, my lips just barely touching his. 

"Me too," Gary sighed. "I love you, Rachael." And he looked so small suddenly, so vulnerable. I just wanted to hold him forever.

I bent my head, kissing his smooth shoulder and then his chest and finally his exposed left nipple. I kissed it and he cradled me to his breast, shivering while I licked and sucked at that sweet point of male flesh. I hugged him tightly all the while, moving my hands up and down his back while Gary's fingers played in my short hair. He wasn't pushing me away and I couldn't let him go.

My hands went lower, down to the small of Gary's back, and then I brought my right hand around his waist, to his tummy and down. I could feel the heat rising between his thighs where his penis lay trapped inside his shorts, hot and thick and virginal. I put my hand against it and he stiffened in my arms, but didn't try and stop me. He was as hot as me, his mind doubtlessly filled with his own sensuous dreams and desires. He wanted me, I could feel it; he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I rubbed his bulge slowly, squeezing the rough outline of his cock through the worn denim of his shorts. Gary didn't stop me when I moved my mouth slowly across his hot salty skin to find his other nipple. He just moaned and panted in my ear, stroking the back of my neck with his fingernails. I worked at the catch of his shorts with my fingers, trying to free his cock and balls. It was awkward and I fumbled with it, ever confused by the silly design of men's fashion.

"Here…" Gary murmured, surprising me as he reached down, slipping the clasp free easily with his nimble fingers.

I went back to kissing him, dipping my tongue once more into the delicious warmth of his mouth. My fingers worked easily now, slipping inside his loosened shorts, feeling the silky material of his briefs and finally the semi-hardness of Gary's penis. He took a sharp breath, almost wincing as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, pulling him free so that he was exposed to the evening air.

My fingers stroked along the underside of his cock, from Gary's balls upward and I found his cherry easily near the base. The small knot of flesh resembled the shape of a real cherry, but was only a fraction as large; just a lump big enough to block the path of his sperm. It always seemed such a mystery to me, such a strange and sexy thing for some reason. Just a bit of soft tissue, not even muscle, just waiting for Gary's first orgasm to punch through it. He'd never cum in his life, never even masturbated, at least not all the way. I felt around it carefully, running my fingers over that little bump and wanting to break it so badly.

There were a lot of ways a boy could lose his cherry besides having sex with a girl. Getting hit down there, like while playing sports or falling off a bicycle, even riding a horse could do it for some boys. Or having a wet dream, that could do it too, except boys didn't really have those for some reason, just girls. But it was still possible. Masturbation could definitely do it, or I could do it just sitting there, kissing him and squeezing his penis. If I made him cum it would break his cherry, his sperm would shoot out, stained red with traces of his virginal blood.

I'd broken the other boy's cherry, but he'd cum deep inside me and I hadn't really seen the remains of his virginity until later, when I'd taken a shower and his sperm had come out of my sex colored pink more than white. That boy had cried and said it hurt a lot, but Robert had told me it had hardly hurt at all his first time. He said that the more he did it the better it felt too, and I guess that makes sense or boys would never want to have sex at all. I didn't want to hurt Gary and I definitely didn't want to see him cry in pain. Not ever.

His cock had grown hard quickly once I'd started touching him down there, very hard, and the smooth round head was wet with his excitement. I moved my hand slowly up and down while we kissed and I felt my own sex throbbing. I'd been excited for a long time and squeezing my thighs together, feeling my pussy wet and eager and aching to be filled. I wasn't going to be able to just sit there for much longer and I broke our kiss slowly, my kips feeling bruised and swollen.

"Do you want to get in the car?" I asked and my heart was pounding in my chest.

"I'm scared," Gary whispered.

"You don't have to be, we'll just kiss," I lied, but I didn't feel badly about it because Gary knew what I really wanted. I was holding his cock in my hand, massaging it and coaxing him to let me do more.

"I can't go all the way, Rachael," he said, staring into my eyes as I ran my thumb around the crown of his penis. The clear stuff boys make spilled across my fingers and I used it to massage his erection, enjoying the wetness and wanting more.

"I know," I agreed. "It's alright. I love you. We'll stop when you want to, okay?"

"Do you promise?" Gary's eyes searched mine, seeking the truth and I gave it to him.

"Yeah." I kissed him gently. "I promise, Gary." And I meant it too. If he'd told me to stop right then I would have done it. I don't know how, but I would have found a way. He meant that much to me. He was more important than anything else in the world and I told him so.

"Okay," he nodded, offering me a smile and then a hard kiss, almost frantic it seemed, like he'd made up his mind and wanted to race ahead before he could change it.

A few minutes later he was in the back seat, lying down with his yellow top around his tummy. Gary just smiled up at me when I pulled his shorts off completely, and then his little white briefs as well. He was naked for me and I could barely breathe. The night sky gave him a pale glow so he looked radiant and beautiful, like the boys in those old renaissance paintings. The nymphs with their soft bodies and hard cocks teasing the lusty female satyrs; that's what we were then, Gary and me, the child-like gods of nature without a care in the world.

I undressed quickly while he watched me, throwing my clothes in the front seat and feeling much too excited to be shy about my body. My dark nipples pointed outward from my smallish breasts, wanting to be pinched and kissed and suckled even though they'd never grow any larger, never produce milk to feed a baby. It was one of God's little mistakes, giving breasts and nipples to women, but maybe She just liked the way they looked. I liked the way they felt, especially when I covered Gary's body with mine.

His penis arched upward, all of six inches long at least, seeming to grow out of the silky soft sack holding his testicles. Gary was shaved smooth except for a small strip of dark hair just above his cock, a little runway that looked sweet and sexy. Some guys shaved themselves completely, looking for that little boy look, or maybe just trimmed their pubic hair a little. Other guys, like those ones in Franceland let their hair grow everywhere, or so I heard. I liked the way Gary looked neat, nice and clean without being too juvenile about it. 

I spread my legs, straddling him so the shaft of his cock pressed across the length of my glistening slit. My labia were swollen and thick, spreading around the shaft like a kiss. He wasn't inside me, Gary's penis just rubbed up and down, teasing us both as my mouth sought his. Our nipples found each other, and we began moving together. His hands were on my skin, on my back, feeling my muscles as I propped myself up slightly. I didn't want to smother him with my full weight. Gary was so much smaller than me, but it was still nice being on top of him like that. Being the woman, I was supposed to be in control and I could have pinned him down so easily.

We kissed and hunched our hips together, just humping each other with a good hot dry fuck, except it really wasn't so dry. His cock was leaking precum like crazy and I could feel it running down the length of him, against my ass and my sex, against my thighs. And I'd grown wet as well. My juices were spilling freely around him, dripping down our hot flesh in warm rivulets of passion to bathe his balls with my desire. The scent rose from that place between us where we touched, his male musk and my female tang intermingled and rising in the humid air. I loved the way Gary smelled, and the way he felt and tasted; the sight of him and the sound of his happy gasps and sighs. My senses were alive and filled with nothing but him.

I was going to cum soon. The fire in my belly was building like a storm. I fucked myself against him harder, moving my ass around and trying to catch Gary's cock at the right angle, knowing if I did I could get him inside me by intentional accident. I wanted it, I needed it. I had to have his cock and I did everything but reach back with my hand to pull him inside. I wouldn't do that, I told myself, not unless he wanted me to. I kept kissing him, drinking the air from his lungs and sharing the pounding of our twin hearts. I begged him silently in the depths of my soul to tell me it was okay.

"I…I'm gonna cum…" I groaned, trying to hold off. My whole body felt tight, from my toes to my nose, stiff with the effort of not cumming. "Are you going to cum?" I asked, barely able to get the words out.

"I don't know," Gary gasped, writhing beneath me with his body trembling almost uncontrollably. He kept moving around, squeezing my back and pulling me against him, but that only made it harder for me. "I feel…strange. It hurts…a little…"

His eyes were tightly shut and I knew he had to be close. He'd never had an orgasm in his life though; he didn't know what it felt like. He was going to cum, the way he was moving and breathing, he had to be just as close as me, I was sure.

"Put it in me," I told him, practically begging. "I want to feel it, okay? Just that first one. Please?" I felt the little spasms inside my pussy, way down deep. "You can pull out. We won't get pregnant, I promise."

But nobody could promise that and we both knew it, even through the burning haze of ecstasy. Our senses were being stolen, our good judgment with them, but we knew we were playing with fire too. I kissed him again, feeling my cum just seconds away. Gary could cum once and then again and again, having those multiple orgasms or whatever, even after all his sperm was gone. Guys could have all the sex they wanted.

I was a woman and built different though. I'd cum and it would be good and last a long time, but then it would a while before I could cum again. Maybe half an hour, maybe more, and that wasn't all that bad because I'd still feel good, but it wasn't the same. Gary wouldn't be able to put his penis inside me at all then. My body wouldn't let him. My pussy wouldn't even realize it was all just a false alarm. Cumming alone wasn't anything like cumming with someone else. Cumming with a big hard cock inside me…That's what I wanted, because that would make us pregnant. Probably.

But I needed him inside me. I was desperate for him and I didn't care about the future or what our parents would say. I was in love and it wasn't just a physical thing. It couldn't be, not the way my heart ached to be joined with his. I wanted to be part of him, to create something with him, to receive and give a part of ourselves that would last beyond this moment, beyond our very lives.

Gary must have felt the same, I prayed he did. I was shaking, trembling like a leaf and kissing his eyes and cheeks and lips. "Please…" I whispered, "…let me do it, I'm going to cum…Put it in me…"

"Do you love me?" He opened his eyes and I could see they were wet. He'd started crying, just a little.

"Yes…I love you," I answered, kissing his tears, tasting the faint salt in them.

"Okay." He swallowed and gave his head a bare nod. "Just…go slow, okay?"

His cock was tender, I knew, the pressure building inside, pressing against the bit of tissue blocking its relief. He was close too and it must have been painful for him, frightening as well. He was a boy, barely out of puberty and losing his virginity, and as I reached down, guiding his cockhead to the entrance of my womb, I was about to make him a real man.

"Ohhhh…" I sighed loudly, pressing my tight hot flesh down, feeling Gary's thickness stretching the walls of sex easily. I went down as slowly as I could while he winced with a momentary flash of pain. I watched his face carefully, my heart pounding in my head. The soft muscles in my cunt were squeezing him like a fist, doing what they were meant to do, stroking his penis with spasms of intense pressure.

It felt wonderful to me, the sensations of my vagina clasping around him, drawing Gary's cock deep and holding him. The walls of my sex were rippling against and around his flesh and urging both of us to cum, but I needed no prompting at all as I started cumming within a few seconds of his entry. I just jammed myself down hard on the last few inches, bringing his cockhead up to find my cervix and triggering the real climax that had been lying in wait.

I shuddered, collapsing against the boy as my mouth instinctively sought his. Gary gasped in pain and I groaned with pleasure, the sounds trapped between our lips like a secret. He was cumming too, his sperm erupting along the length of his cock. His ejaculate would be tearing a tiny hole through his cherry and widening it with every violent spurt of semen into my body. His cum rushed through the suddenly open passage with what I could only imagine as a blinding mixture of pleasure and pain. He held me tightly, pulling me down to feel my full weight cover his flushed and jerking body like a blanket.

We were joined in that moment. My hymen contracted with a sharp, cramp-like spasm and sealed itself around his cock, locking us together. My pussy became flooded with orgasmic juices; my cum filled with female sex cells waiting to be picked up and carried along by Gary's sperm. We were partners now, our most primal, natural selves working together to impregnate my lonely egg and complete our instinctive desire.

I held him, moving my hips, riding his penis slowly as I came, milking his swollen balls for every drop of his cum. I could feel it inside me, the hot flood spreading through my womb. Gary had been in pain, but it had passed, from something sharp to something dull and buried beneath an avalanche of pleasure, or so I hoped. I could only read his eyes and feel his body and hope to empathize with whatever he experienced. I hoped it was as good as the overwhelming ecstasy that I felt.

My senses were slow to recover, but I didn't need them anyway. I kept kissing the boy, telling Gary how good he felt inside me. I kissed his eyes and mouth, his cheeks and hair. We rocked together all the while, neither of us stopping as we made love through our orgasm. Mine would end soon enough, but my pussy wouldn't stop squeezing his cock. He wouldn't go soft and he couldn't pull out. He would cum for several minutes and my sex would keep him hard inside me, doing whatever it could to keep his cock attentive and full of lust.

We'd make love again, several times, because sex was like that, a long slow and pleasurable process that could last for hours. I'd try and cum again quickly, as soon as I was able, keeping Gary's cock inside me until we were both spent. My body would keep his sperm alive and we'd make love even after his balls were empty. Until my vagina was exhausted and weak, and Gary's well-fucked cock finally allowed to withdraw and peacefully sleep.

Then we would sleep as well, together under that milky sky, wrapped in each other's arms and dreaming of things unknown.

 

The End