Storiesonline.net ------- Cousin Billy and Theresa by Openbook Copyright© 2005 by Openbook ------- Description: The second story in the Caddymaster saga.The further adventures of young Jackie in his torturous journey to adulthood. Codes: mf cons het preg ------- It was February or March in Connecticut, and colder than anything I could ever remember before that. All the kids were home from school, maybe it was Easter vacation or something, and we were running around outside, trying to keep ourselves warm. In our neighborhood, almost all of the parent's worked, the moms and the dads. It was kind of a housing project where we lived, the rent was cheap, and there was a long waiting list for families to get in. My Uncle Bill and Aunt Margaret lived right next to us, with my cousins, Dale and Billy. Uncle Bill worked at the Post Office and Aunt Margaret was one of the few moms able to stay at home, and not have to go to work. My mom was a practical nurse and worked at the poor people's old folks home in New London. My dad was a Chief Petty Officer stationed at the navy submarine base, right outside Groton, where we lived. I was 13 that winter, already almost six feet tall, but terribly skinny, and having trouble keeping up with the growth spurts that left me feeling tired and weak a lot of the time. My bones hurt too from all that growth, it was weird. Our neighborhood was divided up into cliques among the kids who were 16 or younger. My cousin Billy was the leader of the boys age fourteen and over. He was 16 and the toughest kid in the neighborhood. They all played together, keeping the younger kids out of their games, except at night when we all played 'kick the can' together. The girls were divided into two groups too, the ones old enough to be developed, with boobs and hips and stuff, and then all the rest. Margaret Tracy was the queen bee of the older girls, she was 16 and the prettiest girl around, and thus, my Cousin Billy's girlfriend. They had been going steady for a couple years by then, although they'd had a dozen break ups and reconciliations over that time period. When they were split up, Billy always threatened any boy that even tried tospeak to Margaret. That made her a lot more willing to get back with him when the time was ripe. One of their many break ups happened because Billy took Theresa Contino off into the woods one night and copped her cherry. Theresa was a fairly plain looking girl, barely fourteen when all of this happened. She was very stockily built, along the lines of a Rosie O'Donnell, and had very few social airs or graces. The thing that made it even worse, was that Billy, after he'd had her a few times himself, decided that it would be fun to share Theresa with all of his buddies. Theresa had always had a big crush on Billy, so when he told her that she could only be his girlfriend if she let all of his friends do her too, she liked him desperately enough to agree to go along with it. Tommy Spicer was the first one that Billy sent her off in the woods with. As soon as the two of them got back, she and Billy went back in the woods and stayed there for a long time. Eddie Bouligney was next to get a turn, a few nights later, and then John Gracia went into the woods with her another night, and then, finally, Herbert Martin who was a little retarded, even got himself a turn. All of Billy's friends got to have a turn at having sex with Theresa and then Billy would take his turn after. That went on until around Christmas time when Theresa told Billy that she thought that she was probably pregnant. As soon as she told him, Billy broke up with her and told her that it might have been anyone's kid, certainly not his, because he had had Rheumatic Fever when he was little and the doctor had told his mom he probably wouldn't ever make a woman pregnant. That was Billy's story, and he did have Scarlet or Rheumatic Fever when he was eight years old, I remembered that. Theresa was devastated and heartbroken when Billy dumped her. Normally, in the early 1950's, when an unmarried girl got pregnant she was shipped off to go live with distant relatives, and then came back later and pretended she'd never been pregnant at all. Some girls went to New London, to The House of The Good Shepherd, a home the nuns ran for unwed mothers where they stayed until they had the baby and then it got adopted out and the girl moved back home. This was long before birth control and easy abortions. Theresa didn't do this though, she stayed right at home. Her dad restricted her to her house, but she could sit out on the front steps if she wanted to. She was sitting there on the front steps of her porch that cold day in February. She looked cold, but mostly, she looked miserable, and it looked like she'd been crying. She was starting to show from her pregnancy some too. Her stomach was definitely getting bigger. "Hi Teri, how ya doing?" I'd always liked Theresa, she wasn't stuck up and she didn't go around making fun of people like a lot of the neighborhood girls did. She'd always been friendly to me too. "Hi Jackie. I'm just out here trying to keep away from Tony and April." Tony and April were her younger brother and sister, they were about 6 and 8 years old. Theresa was the one who watched them all the time, because her mom and dad worked the same shift over at Electric Boat, a big shipbuilder in Groton, part of General Dynamics Corporation. They were the biggest employer in town. "I get so tired chasing after them all day, they never seem to sit down and take a rest like normal kids." "I know what you mean, my little brother is the same way, always getting into mischief that other people have to clean up after." We continued on, talking in that vein, me moving from foot to foot, trying not to show how frozen I was feeling. She just sat there, not seeming too bothered by the cold. She had on a nice thick winter coat though, and mine was a couple years old, the sleeves coming halfway to my elbows, and most of thethe stuffing had fallen down into the middle of the liner. All of the padding having fallen down like that, it left me cold everywhere but around my waist. My parents seemed to believe that my growth spurts were something I just did on purpose, to make them have to keep buying me new clothes. They thought that making me wear stuff that no longer fit me was a fitting punishment for my continued selfish growing. They also encouraged me to spend my caddy money on clothes, even though I told them I was saving up to buy a car, I planned on buying myself a new one, right after I got my driver's license, in a few more years. We'd been talking for about 15 minutes when Margaret Tracy came by with three of her hangers on. "Hey look, it's the Whore, sitting out here on her stoop. I thought you'd be off to the Good Shepherd's by now, Whore." Margaret, hated Theresa. She'd been embarrassed during the two months that Billy had gone steady with Theresa. She was also upset that Billy would share Theresa with his friends, but kept her from even so much as talking with any other boys, even while he was going out with someone else. For some stupid reason, I wanted to step in and put a stop to Margaret's verbal attack. I didn't like her, but I should have known it would turn out painfully for me. "If she's a whore, then I guess you're one too, Margaret." That brought her to a screeching halt right in front of us, her and all her friends. "Me, I haven't spread my legs for every boy in the neighborhood. I'm still a good girl, I'm no whore." "That isn't what I've been hearing." I just couldn't leave it go. I wanted to really put Margaret in her place, to get her to leave Theresa alone. "I hear you've been letting Billy play stinky finger with you just about every chance you get." "You're a liar Jackie, a Goddamned liar, and you better take that lie back, RIGHT NOW!!! I've never let any boy do that to me." "That's funny Margaret, because two nights ago my cousin, Billy, came over to our place to borrow some potatoes for his mom. While he was there, he told me what you and he had been doing, he even let me and Ray (my younger brother) smell his fingers. It sure smelled like he was telling the truth." I passed my own finger underneath my nose, pretending to enjoy the smell. She screeched something incomprehensible at me and ran off, moving back in the direction she'd originally come from. Her little pack of sycophants following much slower behind, whispering and giggling as they left. It wasn't five minutes later that my cousin, Billy, came racing around the corner, he had a look on his face that sent an immediate jolt of pure terror straight to my heart. I knew my big mouth had just gotten me in a world of trouble. I was at least six inches taller than Billy, but he was two and a half years older, and probably fifty pounds heavier. I would be no match for him in a fight, and he quickly proved that to be the case. He began by punching me in the nose, it hurt like hell and when I put my hand up to feel it, it came away with lots of blood. The next thing he did was punch me in the stomach and knee me on the side of my head as I doubled over. It is a good thing I turned my head to the side as I was bending down, otherwise I'd have taken his knee flush on my face. As it was, the force of his knee sent me sprawling on my back and he then proceeded to kick me a dozen good kicks in my side as I tried to squeeze myself up into a ball. For once I was glad all the padding on my coat had fallen to the bottom of my liner, because that padding probably prevented me from getting broken ribs. Being stomped also took my mind off of how cold I was. I heard a lot of yelling, and after that, no more kicks came. I risked a peek out from the covered position, and saw my Aunt Margaret leading Billy away by his arm. She was yelling at him the whole time, and he was just following along, allowing her to drag him away. I stood up and tried to inventory all the places that I hurt. My head hurt, my nose hurt and it was still oozing lots of blood. I was crying, embarrassed by the public humiliation, and my side hurt a lot. I saw Theresa looking out the window of her front door. Margaret was standing about 15 feet away, surrounded by her friends, and some of Billy's friends too, gloating over at the sad spectacle I made. She had a sneer firmly fixed on her face, enjoying herself, watching as I tried to wipe the blood off of my face. She was enjoying all my tears, and seeing the snot and blood being wiped on the sleeve of my coat. The sleeves on my coat were so short, wiping my nose only managed to get my long sleeved shirt all messed up instead. I finally started to walk over to my house, slowly climbing the stairs, and going inside. I knew my troubles were only just beginning, because I knew my Aunt would be over later to give my mom a play by play on what had happened out there. My father was a stern disciplinarian, and I had no doubt that he'd happily wade in and add to my woes. I was right. My mom listened carefully when her sister came over and told her. She told a story about how I deserved what I got for spreading all these terrible lies about her poor baby, Billy. When my dad pulled in, an hour later, he got an earful from my mom. After hearing what she said, he came storming into the room my brother and I shared to hear what I had to say for myself. He didn't seem too upset about the events leading up to me getting my ass kicked, he was more concerned that I had let my cousin beat me in a fight. My dad was a very tough guy, he didn't like seeing any son of his getting his ass kicked by someone who was smaller than him. "Okay Yutch, (his nickname for me) here's the deal. I'll go over to your Aunt and Uncle's place with you, and you can kick the shit out of that little piss ant, and I'll keep the rest of that tribe off of you. Your other choice is to stay here, like a goddamned coward, and I'll kick your ass all the way to next week myself. So, it's up to you, how do you want to do it?" My dad was always good with giving me all these choices. Unfortunately, these choices were nearly always between the fire pan or the fire kinds of choices. I told him that I wanted to go over there and kick Billy's ass. He smiled at me, letting me know that he thought I'd made the only intelligent choice. I hoped that Billy might be at least a little intimidated by my dad being there, and maybe pull some of his punches and refrain from kicking me altogether. At least, not kicking me after he had knocked me down. I also had some small hope that other, cooler, heads might prevail. I mean, you would think that the combination of the other three adults might convince him that his way was folly. Fat chance. We walked right over from our front door to Uncle Bill's house in our bare shirt sleeves. It was only fifty or sixty feet, but it was damn cold out. My mother threw on her coat and ran right after us, yelling for my dad to stop and tell her what hare brained thing he was planning to do now. My dad pounded on the front door and twisted the knob and walked right through their hallway and on into their living room, pulling me along as he did so. My uncle Bill was sitting in his recliner, just trying to get himself up to go answer the door. Cousin Dale was sitting at the kitchen table, probably busy doing his home work and Billy was back listening to the radio in his bedroom. My mother ran in and shut the door behind her and ran to the kitchen to get her sister. The two sisters then came running into the living room just as my dad started to bellow out his challenge. "Billy Blackwell, you sneak attacking, cowardly little fucker, get your ass out here and get what's coming to you!" Everyone, with the exception of my father and I, thought that my dad meant that he was the person who was going to kick Billy's ass, not me. Everybody else but my father, knew that Billy could kick my ass with one hand tied behind his back. Billy somehow, upon hearing my father's angy shouting, managed to get his bedroom window opened, no small feat in the dead of a New England winter. After he had put his jacket on, he hightailed it away from the house, staying away for the rest of that night. Uncle Bill tried to reason with my father, but he stopped as soon as my dad announced to everyone in the house that Uncle Bill was close to getting his own clock cleaned, if he didn't step aside, and let the two boys fight it out. Once my father had been convinced that my cousin had turned tail and run away, rather than face me in a fair fight, his family honor was satisfied and he, mom and I returned triumphantly to our own house. I felt like I'd been granted a repreive from death row. Sure, I figured that Billy would probably kick my ass again the next time he saw me, but, at least, for one night, I was spared more pain and humiliation. I was satisfied. My Cousin Dale had always liked me, and could usually be counted on to side with me against most people, especially his brother, who he considered nothing more than an animal. Even though Dale was two years older than Billy, he had not escaped having suffered humiliating ass kickings at Billy's hands, since the time Billy was about 12. It had only stopped a couple years ago when Uncle Bill gave Billy a terrible beating with his belt, and warned him that he'd kill him the next time he laid a finger on his brother. Billy believed him, as did the rest of the family. Dale was unquestionably Uncle Bill's favorite, and he'd said many times, that Dale was his only hope of having a child that might one day amount to something. The next morning, when Billy came sneaking back home, Dale told him that my father had said that he was going to beat Billy to death with his bare hands if he ever caught him even looking funny at me again. He told him that my father had cried in frustration when he discovered that Billy had gotten away from him the previous evening. Billy wasn't real smart, but he was cunning, so he decided that it would be a good thing if the two of us made up before the next time he ran into my dad. Billy came over to my house early that morning and apologized for attacking me. He told me that he hadn't wanted to do it, but that Margaret had sworn that he'd never get so much as a handshake from her again if he didn't kick my ass. He also mentioned that, because of my big mouth, he wouldn't be letting me share in any reports of his progress with Margaret. I'd already proven that I couldn't be trusted to keep my damn mouth shut about it. I forgave him magnanimously, and told him that I'd do my very best to try to talk my dad into forgiving him too. Later that evening I told my dad that Billy had come over and apologized to me. I told him I'd had to slap Billy around a little, but had finally forgiven him after he promised to never sucker punch me again. My dad praised me for being so lenient with Billy, after all, he said, he was family. I felt like I'd somehow walked through a minefield and arrived safely on the other side. The day after that, I was out in my front yard, trying to think of something I could do that didn't involve me freezing my ass off, when Theresa opened her front door and beckoned for me to come over there. I walked over to her steps and climbed up to her little front porch. She looked all around behind me before she reached out, grabbed at my coat, and pulled me quickly inside. The first thing I noticed was that her house was at least twenty degrees warmer than mine was. Her parents obviously let her run the coal heater during the daytime. My folks never did, coal was too expensive to be wasting it they said. "Jackie, I wanted to say thank you for sticking up for me with that bitch, Margaret the other day. I also wanted to say how I'm sorry about what Billy did to you. Did it hurt as bad as it looked like it did?" "That's OK, Teri, she deserved it. She likes to think she's so much better than everybody else. I enjoyed getting her goat like that. Of course, if I had thought about the consequences, I might have not gone so far with it. It really did hurt a lot, but I guess it was worth it if she leaves you alone now." "It was sweet of you to do what you did. You're the only one who's ever stood up for me like that. I won't ever forget it either." "Where's April and little Tony?" I was looking around for her brother and sister, noticing that it had been pretty quiet since I'd come inside. "Mom took them over to Aunt Irene's to spend the day with my cousins. Irene is off work with a hurt back. I'm sure glad to get a day off from watching them." Her Aunt Irene worked as a bar maid, serving drinks in a local bar, and was known all over town, as a round heeled woman. She had never been married, but had at least three kids, all by different men, that I knew about. I could have made a pretty good guess as to what had thrown her back out, but I didn't. "So, what are you going to do to make the most of this rare time off?" "I don't know, maybe take a bath in peace for once, or clean up my bedroom. I've also got to put some cocoa butter on my belly and on my boobs, to help with the stretch marks and stuff. My mom says if I don't do it, I'll really regret it later. I've seen her marks, and I have to agree with her. What were you gonna do before I asked you over?" "Not much, just moving around trying not to freeze. You're lucky, our house is like a freezer during the daytime. It's toasty in here. Your parents rich or something?" "Don't I wish. But my Uncle Frankie delivers coal you know, and sometimes he has some "accidentally" left over, which he brings over for us. My dad gives him pies and stuff that were left over from the cafeteria at work. We stay warm in the winter, and he and my Aunt Fay stay fat from eating pop's good pies all year round. It's a pretty good deal for everybody, except the people who buy a long ton of coal and only receive a short one, and the people at the company cafeteria who get a fifth of a whole pie instead of a quarter." "He makes great pies, your father." Her father was a baker at Electric Boat. He made the best lemon meringue pies I'd ever tasted. He always brought a lot of stuff like that home with him. "You can take off your coat and stay awhile, you know. It doesn't cost any more for two people to stay warm than it does for one." I took my coat off and threw it on the floor, over by the stove so it would get warm and stay warm. "Jackie, you talk to Billy sometimes, right? Does he ever say anything to you about me, or ask about me?" "Teri, you should forget about Billy, he's nothing but bad news." "I know you're probably right, Jackie, but I've really liked him a whole lot, for a long time. He was my first you know? A girl always remembers her first." "Yeah, I know he was, but look at all the things he made you do after." "He asked me Jackie, but he never made me. He said it would be better for him if he knew that other guys wanted me like that too. It made him horny thinking of them doing it to me, but me only loving him. That's what he said to me. And it did too. After I did it with one of those other guys, Billy couldn't keep his hands off of me. It wasn't the sex with Billy you know? He isn't that good at it, to tell you the honest truth. John and Herbert are way better at doing that than Billy. Billy treated me good after I'd let one of the other guys do it. After the other guy was done, when it was just the two of us out in the woods alone, that's when he'd treat me the best. He'd hold me and kiss me like crazy, and he'd be gentle and loving with me while he touched me all over. He never forced me to do things with those guys. After awhile, it got so I'd rather do it with either Herbert or John, and then have Billy hold me later. I never liked it with Tommy though, he wasn't even as good as Billy. Half the time he'd mess in his pants from being too worked up thinking about it. Then he'd get mad at me, like it was my fault he was Speedy Gonzales or something." "Well, he sure treated you bad after you turned up pregnant though, right?" "What else could he do? I'm 14, he's only16. He sure couldn't marry me. Maybe his way was the best way he knew. I just wish he'd ask about how I'm doing once in awhile. At least care about me a little. You know what I'm saying?" She had started crying towards the end, her face scrunched up and pleading for me to understand. ""Sure Teri, I understand. Maybe he'll treat you better after you have the baby. I'll tell him that you still like him, let him know you aren't mad at him or anything." She had a huge smile after I told her that. She really didn't know my Cousin Billy very well though, not if she thought he'd give a damn whether she was mad at him or not. "I've got to go run my bath water, Jackie, I'll be right back." I got up and walked over to my coat and started to put it back on as she walked over to her bathroom. She turned and looked back, and when she saw me putting the coat on, she stopped. "You're not leaving are you Jackie, I said I'd be right back." "Sure, but you're gonna be taking a bath, right? You don't want a guy hanging around while you're sitting naked in your bathtub." She started giggling when I said that. "Don't be too sure Jackie. After three months, I think a lot about having a guy just hanging around, or even more, whenever I'm naked. Once you get started, you know, doing things with boys, well you miss it a lot when it stops. I was hoping, Jackie, that you'd help me put that cocoa butter on after my bath. I'm always afraid I'm missing some spots on my back and my butt. Don't you want to stick around and help me with that Jackie?" I took my coat back off and laid it over by the stove again. I didn't say anything, and Theresa went into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the water start up and in a minute, I could hear water leaving the pipes from the hot water heater next to the stove. This was another thing we didn't have at home. We had to heat our water by hand and fill the tub by the bucket if we wanted to have a hot bath. After about ten minutes, Teri called me to come by the closed bathroom door and keep her company. We were having trouble hearing each other through the closed door, so Theresa told me to open the door enough so that we could talk without having to yell at each other. I opened it a couple inches, but I didn't try to look inside and catch a peek at her. "I never knew you were so shy Jackie, that's kind of cute. Don't you even want to try to look at me naked? Am I too ugly for you to look at? You can look if you want to, I sure won't mind. You can come in and sit on the toilet seat, that would be even better. You're going to see it all anyway in a few minutes when you put the cocoa butter on me." My pecker was so hard about then that I was afraid it just might break off if I didn't go in there and take a look at her. So I just stepped inside the door and shut it behind me. She was laying there in the water, her hair was wet from the hot water steaming up the room, and I saw how big her belly had gotten. There were even a couple red marks that I could see on the sides of the belly. Her breasts were a lot bigger than I thought they'd be, her areolas were a deep, dark brown, and her nipples stuck out almost an inch it looked like. I looked down, trying to get a peek between her legs but there was so much hair there that I couldn't really see too much. Theresa saw where I was looking and she raised one leg over the side of the tub and tried to give me a better look. It was still hard for me to see anything. She put her leg back down and leaned forward to try and get her hair wetter, but wasn't able to bend very far since her stomach got in the way. She had me go into her kitchen and bring in an empty saucepan off the stove. She used it to dip into the water and then poured it over her head. She then soaped up her hair and rinsed it out right after. She stood up soon in a few minutes and reached her hand out so I could steady her as she stepped out of the bathtub. She got herself a bath towel and began drying herself off, but then she just handed me the towel and asked me to dry her back and her legs. I did it as quickly and gently as I could. When I finished, and tried to hand her back the towel, she pointed at her chest and said: "Now my boobs, but be gentle, they're very sensitive right now." I patted her breasts dry, making sure to get the undersides because I could tell they were so big that they had some sag to them. I used a free hand to lift each breast and then dabbed underneath before dropping the breast and going to the other one. Teri said nothing, just watched me while I dried her off, smiling. "Now dry me down there." She pointed right at her crotch. It took me a minute or two, but she helpfully spread her feet apart to allow me better access. I dried off her thighs and rubbed the towel between them. "OK Jackie, that's dry enough. Now we need to get oil on me to keep the stretch marks from getting too bad." She grabbed the wet towel and threw it on the bathroom floor and took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She stopped and got a clean towel from the linen cabinet on the way there and carefully spread it out on her bed. She then laid down on the towel, face up, and handed me the jar of cocoa butter. I opened the jar and she stuck a couple of her fingers in and began to spread it over her stomach right around her protruding belly button. She reached for my free hand and put it on her belly and told me to rub the lotion in. I did it for awhile, stopped, and then reached back into the jar and scooped more out and put that on her stomach too. I put the jar down on the floor and started massaging in the cream with both hands. Teri had her head on her pillow, watching me as I worked in the cream. As I worked I started to recognize some signs that she was becoming aroused. She had a little smile on her face and was breathing harder than I thought was normal for her. Her body reacted whenever I'd start to rub her in a new place. As I rubbed the area on her sides, closer to her hips, I noticed goose bumps appearing on her arms. I looked down between her legs and saw goose bumps on her inner thighs as well. I saw that the folds on her pussy had opened up slightly and I could just make out the nub of what I assumed had to be her clitoris. "That's really good, Jackie, you sure you've never done this before?" I reached down with my left hand and dipped into the jar at my feet. I got two fingers full of cocoa butter and brought my hand up and left it poised over her right breast. I looked Teri in the eyes as I put part of the cream on her right nipple and then reached over and put the rest on the left one and, gently, with both hands began rubbing it all over those breasts. It didn't take very long for her eyes to close and for her to start moving around making little noises from back in her throat as I tweaked her nipples and massaged the whole breast softly. I kept it up for several long minutes, enjoying every second. "Keep doing that Jackie, it feels really good." I did keep it up with my right hand, but I slowly started massaging downward with my left. I moved it over the hips and down to her thighs, then I put my hand between her two thighs and started moving back up. Her legs were somewhat parted already, but as I moved my hand up she lifted her legs up a little and opened her knees. I knew from an experience I had enjoyed with another girl out on the golf course last year, exactly where I was heading and what I wanted to do when I got there. When I reached her pussy, I spread her lips and put my index finger to work to try to find her opening. She was very wet, and her odor was strong, not at all unpleasant, but strong. I put my finger inside her and paused as she began working herself on it. Soon she was thrashing around, trying to force more of my hand into her. I remembered then something I'd seen in one of my Cousin Dale's dirty picture books and bent my head down and put my tongue right on her clit. That got her attention in a hurry, almost instantly, her hands flew to the back of my head and pulled my face into her groin area. The force of her pull caused my head to bang my nose into her pubic bone, which started the nose hurting all over again, as it had not healed from the pounding it had taken just two days before. I let out a yelp of pain, but she didn't release my head. After just a few seconds, the pain receded, and my tongue became a lot more active. It was easy, as she seemed to love anything I was doing down there. I'm sure she had at least two orgasms before she finally relaxed and let my head go. I got up and put the jar lid back on and then took off my trousers. I saw her watching me as I dropped my underpants. At this point in my life I hadn't developed nearly as much as I was going to. I had just a few wispy pubic hairs and a small growth under each armpit, but nothing at all when compared to Theresa's thick pubic foliage. She didn't seem to notice or care about that though, she had her eyes on my pecker which was pointed up at the ceiling, and jumping around of it's own volition with every breath that I took. She turned on her side away from me so that I could lay on the bed behind her. She reached back behind her, and took me in her hand and brought the tip right up to her wet and hungry opening. It went in with my very first push, and it felt very much at home, right away. In only a few seconds I was sliding in and out and had one hand cupping her breast while my other hand softly stroking her back and neck. "Thank you Teri, this feels really good. I always knew it would too, if you'd ever let me." "You can go faster and harder if you want to Jackie, go ahead and bang it into me, I like it really hard." She was pushing back at me with every stroke I was making. It didn't take long, unfortunately, before I was blasting away inside her. I was shaking real hard as I struggled to a big finish. All of my nerve endings seemed like they were right near the surface. I swear, I could feel each single hair on my arm. I wanted to stay right where I was, but my pecker had ideas of its own and shriveled up, and finally just withdrew from the opening it had been so enjoyably encased in. Teri waited a minute and then told me that we better get ourselves dressed. I hopped off that crowded little single bed and began to put on my clothes. As I dressed, I told Theresa how much I had enjoyed it and told her I'd be happy to put cocoa butter on her whenever she needed some. She got up and came over to me and gave me a warm kiss right on my lips. No tongue or anything, just a nice kiss. "I liked it too, Jackie. I don't think we'll ever get a chance for something like this again. The thing is, I really wanted to try to make it up to you for you getting beat up for sticking up for me when Margaret was being so shitty. It really meant a lot to me. I hope that when you think of the beating you took, you'll also think about what we did together today, and maybe when you do, you'll think it was all kind of worth it?" I tried real hard to smile at her, understanding right away what she was telling me. That letting me do it to her was really just some giant thank you from her. I guess I always knew that she couldn't really be attracted to a kid like me, but still it hurt a little to find out that I'd just been given a reward, kind of like a pat on the head. I had gotten rid of my virginity though, and I sure didn't have to worry about getting the girl pregnant either. And, as an added bonus, I'd finally managed to get myself warm, for the first time since early October. I felt damn good about that. Theresa went on and had her baby early that summer, a cute little baby boy. Except for the fact that the kid had a full head of very dark hair, he was the spitting image of my Cousin Billy. Tony Senior, Theresa's father, took great pleasure in naming his first grandchild, William Blackwell Contino. On the first Christmas young Billy Contino celebrated, the Contino family found a huge bag of wrapped toys and boy's clothing that had been left overnight on their front porch. There was a note pinned to the bag that said: "These are for my son." It was signed Billy B. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-08-27 Last Modified: 2006-03-25 / 01:10:26 am Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------