Storiesonline.net ------- Getting Over Rachel Stone by Openbook Copyright© 2005 by Openbook ------- Description: A change of pace story, something light to take my mind off of weightier thoughts. I'm sure this story really happened to someone, but it wasn't me or anyone I knew. Codes: mf ff slow 1st teen humor cons bi het exhib mastrb pett ------- ------- Chapter 1 I was a 13 year old eighth grader when Rachel Stone decided that it might be fun to turn my life and world upside down. She snuck up on me and caught me unawares. By the time I really had it figured out, what she was up to, she was already going steady with Aaron Cantor and I'd missed my chance to really sample her ample charms. Rachel wasn't just an ordinary girl, she was the "IT" girl of Buckley Junior High School in 1957. Every year there is that one girl that has "IT" head and shoulders above the rest. That year, Rachel had "IT" in spades. She looked better, walked sexier, laughed prettier and smelled finer than anyone else around. I once heard a friend of mine say of her: "I'd bite her ass and to hell with lockjaw." I wasn't sure what it meant, but I found myself nodding in agreement. Many girls can and do look gorgeous, but very few ever approach a single minute of perfection. Rachel stayed perfect for several consecutive months between September of 1957 and February of 1958. When I talk about perfect, I'm only talking about the physical, cosmetic gifts, because Rachel didn't necessarily score well in some of the other categories, like personality and intellect. She wasn't stupid, but she was a little bit slow. She could act all sweet and nice, but that was just acting on her part, and because she was slow, she would sometimes forget who it was she was being nice to at that particular moment, and slip up. If you've read this far, I bet you're thinking that this story sounds like sour grapes from a jilted suitor or a disappointed boyfriend. If that's what you're thinking, you'd be very wrong. In the first place, I never chased after her, and in the second place there was no disappointing of boyfriends when Rachel was the girlfriend. I was born at Lawrence Memorial Hospital in New London, Connecticut, and named James Francis Murphy on July 22, 1944, but everybody always called me Jimbo. There were quite a few people named James in my family. My hair was black and curly and I had blue eyes with long black lashes. A lot of people in my family were always talking about how I was so good looking, but I'll be honest and tell you I couldn't see it. My older brother Danny, now he was good looking and had girls hanging off of him from the time he was ten or eleven. I was tall though, and I used to shovel a lot of snow in the winter and mow a bunch of lawns every summer, so I had some nice muscles. My shoulders were wider than my hips, which gave me a "V" shaped torso since my waist was also narrow. Because my legs were so strong from all the work and running I did, my butt was muscular too and stuck out a ways. I remember getting patted on my butt quite a few times when I was a kid, mostly by older ladies, but sometimes by young girls too. I guess I liked the attention, because I never told anyone to quit doing it. One other thing is that I went through puberty at an early age. By the time I turned twelve I had some hair on my chest as well as under my arms and in my groin area. My penis stopped growing by the time I got to be thirteen, and I'm glad that it did. I had known Rachel only since the seventh grade because we lived a good distance away from each other and she went to a different elementary school than I did. We didn't say much to each other in seventh, probably because she didn't get too interested in guys until after she sprouted those boobs over the summer before eighth grade started. In the seventh grade she had a great butt and nice legs, but just two little bumps on her chest. In seventh grade Mandy Rice was the "IT" girl. She had perfect knockers for part of the year, but by March of the seventh grade, they were too big, and several other girls had passed her by in the looks department. In eighth grade she had complexion problems and her ass was getting too big as well. Mandy was nice to everybody when she was the "IT" girl, and so she remained popular with the boys even after the bloom on her rose was faded and was only a distant memory for her. Rachel had a party over at her house the Saturday after the first week of school. She got to invite three other girls and four boys and it was going to be a dance party in her basement. Everyone who was invited was told to bring three of their favorite records to dance to. I was surprised that I was one of the boys invited, but I accepted at once and went home all excited to talk to my brother Danny. Danny was always getting invited to parties at girls houses. He was sixteen, three and a half years older than me, and had lots of experience with girls. After I told him about the invitation he let me borrow three of his best records, a Chuck Berry fast record and two Elvis Presley slow records. He gave me plenty of good tips about what to say to a girl and how to act. His theory was to let the girl make the first move, expressing some interest, and then he'd get aggressive until they made him back off and stop. He said the beauty of that technique was that the girl had to stop you. If she didn't, you just kept on going. According to him, quite a few girls never got around to stopping you until you were done. It worked for him, but I already told you that he was real good looking, and I think that must have helped him out. His technique didn't work for me, and I never met the girl who'd let me steamroll her the first time we got together. It was at this party that Rachel made her move on me. The other three boys that she invited didn't dance and were still more into sports and playing than they were into girls. That kind of gave me a big advantage. I danced and I was definitely interested in girls. Danny had told me not to wear underwear and not to worry about getting a hard on. He told me that girls liked it when a guy showed he was interested. That part did seem to work pretty good and I heard the girls all giggling and whispering together after every slow dance I danced with any of them. I knew they were talking about my erection. After Rachel's mom went back upstairs to take care of some things, Rachel turned off all the lights except for one small bulb at the top of the stairs. She came over and asked me to dance with her, which I happily did. We were in a corner and I was grinding myself against her, happy for the stimulation. She wasn't backing away from me either, so I grabbed one of her tits, just to see what she'd do. She just stayed there and so I took her hand and put it on my dick, outside my pants of course. She moved her hand away and walked away from me right in the middle of our dance. I went back and sat with the other guys, listening to them talk about Duke Snider and Pee Wee Reese, but I didn't say anything or join in the conversation at all. The next slow dance Carla Farrell came over and asked me, and we danced for a minute before she put her hand on my dick all on her own. I wasn't even rubbing her with it or anything at the time. I started rubbing her tits too, but they were small and I couldn't feel much, so I think they were padded or something. She stopped rubbing me and then she stopped dancing too and went back to her girlfriends. I could make out her talking and giggling with the other girls, but I couldn't tell what she was saying. The next slow one, and they were all slow after the girls found out the other three boys wouldn't dance, I saw Rachel and Carla trying to get Tina Adams to come over and dance with me, but she wouldn't and neither would Edna, Rachel's cousin who was in our class too. It was about then that Rachel's mom came back with snacks and drinks and made Rachel turn the lights back on. Nothing much went on after that because Rachel's mom made us play party games like pin the tail on the donkey and musical chairs. Kids stuff, but the other boys liked it a lot better than dancing. The other boys left after the games, and I hung around waiting for Rachel to take my records off of her turntable. It was only Edna and Rachel and I left in the basement, Carla and Tina had left right after the boys took off. Edna was spending the night at Rachel's. Rachel turned the lights off again and told me to kiss her and Edna good night. I kissed Edna first, just a little kiss, but on the lips, and then I gave Rachel a kiss. This time I put my arms around her and did it just like Danny had told me, putting my tongue in her mouth and licking her tongue with it. I put one hand down on her ass too, and gave it a good rub while I kissed her. After I finished with the kiss, I noticed that Edna had left us alone. I decided to give her another kiss and see if the rest of Danny's technique worked on her. I had three fingers pressing against her crotch when her mother turned the lights back on and told us to break it up. I took Danny's records and walked home. It was about three miles and it was almost 10:30 when I left Rachel's house. I had a good time and I thought Rachel might like me. I was a little disappointed the next Monday when she didn't treat me any different than she had before the party. ------- Chapter 2 Tuesday at lunch, Rachel and Carla asked me if I wanted to help them study for a History quiz after school. The quiz was coming up on Friday. Normally, I liked to study the night before a quiz, that way I retained more of what I read. I told them Ok anyway, and we met after school and walked to Carla's house which was only a block from school. Carla had this huge wooden coffee table in the living room and we all sat on the floor and asked each other History questions for about an hour. Carla and I did good, but Rachel had trouble remembering dates and names of people and places. "It's no use! I try to get this stuff, but there's so many things to remember and I just get them confused in my head." Rachel slammed her book shut and refused to keep trying to learn it. Even when she pouted, she was perfect. I didn't think she was as upset as she tried to make us think she was, just tired of studying that's all. "Why don't we take a break and come back to it after?" Carla jumped up when she said that and put some records on the record player. Once the music started playing, she went into the kitchen and brought us back some Cokes. We listened to records for awhile, Fats Domino, Pat Boone, The Platters, and Elvis Presley. Carla and Rachel started swaying and dancing alone to the music. I just sat and watched them. Carla was a good dancer, she'd had dance lessons from the time she was six she told me. She started trying to teach Rachel how to do the splits, and I got to see both of their panties. Carla could get all the way down in her split, but Rachel still had at least six inches left when she'd fall back. Carla stood up and started talking about flexibility and then she lifted a leg straight up, over her head and held it there, next to her face. She knew damn well what I could see, but she just kept it up there while I got myself a good look. "Carla, Jimbo's looking right at your "Kitty". She was laughing and pointing as she said it. "So? He can't see nothing. I'm wearing panties." Carla dropped her leg back down anyway. "Besides, he saw both of us when we did the splits. How come you didn't say nothing then? I didn't hear you complaining either Jimbo, you like what we showed you?" "Don't go getting me involved in your fight girls, I'm just sitting here listening and watching the two of you. You can't blame a fella for looking if it's put on display." "But, did you like it?" "Sure, what's not to like?" I liked the way the conversation was going, but I really wanted to be alone with Rachel so that we could do some more kissing and making out. "You guys want to play "Do you trust me"?" "What's that, a game?" I'd heard the name before, but I'd never found out what it was. It was a game where a person would put their hands on another person's body and continue on, asking the question and moving their hands until that person finally said no. Carla explained it to me and then we all decided we'd play. Carla went first, and put her hand on my knee. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" She moved up to my thigh. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" She reached out and felt my dick. "Do you trust me?" "No" I wasn't stupid enough to keep saying yes and miss getting my own turn. I chose Rachel and put a hand on her knee. "Do you trust me?" "I guess." I lifted my hand and cupped her breast. "Do you trust me?" "Okay" I gave her breast a little squeeze and moved over to the other one. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" I gave it another squeeze and then opened two buttons on her blouse and put my hand inside on her bra. "Do you trust me?" She paused for about fifteen seconds before saying "No" and I pulled my hand back, and she buttoned her blouse back up. Next it was Rachel's turn and she surprised me by putting her hand on Carla's knee. "Do you trust me?" Carla looked very surprised, and looked over at me to see what my reaction was before answering Rachel. I just smiled encouragingly. "Yes" Rachel moved her hand up further until it was touching Carla's crotch. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" Carla's voice was sounding a little funny. Rachel then put her hand under Carla's skirt and moved it up between her legs. "Do you trust me?" I could see Carla straining and saw Rachel's hand moving around under her skirt. Carla opened her legs wider and finally, after a good thirty seconds, said "No" My dick was at full attention by then, let me assure you. Now it was Carla's turn again. She put her hand midway up my thigh. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" She grabbed my dick which was as hard as I'd ever felt it. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" She unzipped my fly and put her hand right inside my pants and under the leg of my underpants. I felt her wrap her little hand around my dick. "Do you trust me?" I was afraid I was going to make a mess in my underpants, so I told her "No". She played with it for a few more seconds anyway before she pulled her hand away. It was my turn. I chose Carla and noticed the pout that came to Rachel's face when I did. I slipped my hand under her skirt and put it right square on her panties. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" I reached a finger into the leghole of her panties and put it right on her naked pussy. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" As she said that, she started squirming around and my finger started moving around on her pussy. I didn't know what else to do, so I started pulling her panties down. "Do you trust me?" "No" She stood up and fixed her panties back in place, and then sat back down.Now it was Rachel's turn again. This time she picked me and put her hand right inside my pants and under my underpants and started playing with me. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" Then she pulled my cock right out of my pants and started beating me off. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" As I said it, my dick erupted two quick, powerful squirts, the first about two feet high and the second one maybe a foot or so. After that it kept dribbling on Rachel's fist as she continued with her up and down hand action. That pretty much ended the game. I could see by the looks that Rachel and Carla were exchanging that they had enjoyed themselves too. Carla had run to get a wash cloth and cleaned off the mess on my shirt and pants and then she and Rachel had gone into the bathroom to wash off the cloth and Rachel's hand. I heard a lot of giggling coming out of that bathroom before the girls reappeared. Carla told me that I had better leave so that her parents wouldn't find me there when they got home from work. I thanked them both for a fun time and told them I really liked studying with them. We studied again on Thursday, but we didn't do anything but study and listen to some records. Rachel did better this time and she thought she'd do okay on the quiz. On Friday, Carla and I aced the quiz, and Rachel got a B- herself. After school I walked them over to Carla's house, but they told me that I couldn't come in. I found out that Carla had a party at her house that night but only girls could be invited. I was sitting at home Friday night when my phone rang and my mother told me it was for me, a girl she said. Danny got lots of calls from girls, but this was my first one. "Hello?" "Hi Jimbo, it's Carla. We're all having a sleepover at my house, Rachel, Tina, Mandy, Edna and me. We decided to call up some boys because we were getting bored. Do you have time to talk to us?" "Sure, I'm not doing anything right now." "Rach and I were telling the girls about you studying with us and playing Do you trust me. They think we're making it up about playing that game with you." I could hear lots of giggling in the background. "Here, tell Mandy that it's true. Mandy come ask Jimbo yourself." "Jimbo, is this you?" "Hi Mandy, yes it's me, how you doing?" "Not as good as you are if Rach and Carla are telling us the truth. So is it true?" "That we played Do you trust me? Yeah that's true. It was fun." "Rachel says that she had your thing in her hand and you squirted it when she did it." I got embarrassed when she said that. I liked Mandy Rice, and had liked her ever since the last year when she was the "IT" girl. I'd beat off at least a hundred times thinking about her while I did it. "Is it true or not?" I honestly didn't know what to say. I was afraid that if I admitted it to her she wouldn't be friendly with me anymore. "A gentleman never kisses and tells Mandy. If you'd go out with me sometime though, I might be willing to let you do whatever you wanted to." "You still like me Jimbo? I thought that was just a seventh grade crush you had?" "No, I still think about you quite a bit, Mandy, especially at night when I'm in my bed trying to sleep." "You're bad Jimbo. So how's that cute brother of yours doing? I wish he'd be thinking about me when he's trying to sleep." "Danny? Oh he's doing good, you know. He has a steady girl right now, but they come and go. Me, I'm the faithful type, but he's a little flighty." "Here Jimbo, Rachel wants to talk to you. Bye." "Jimbo, did you tell her?" "Hi Rachel. No, I'm not going to tell people stuff like that. It'll get all over the school and we'll get bad reputations and won't get invited to parties." "I never heard of a boy that didn't want to get a reputation before. You sure this isn't Jimbo's little sister? I'm putting Mandy back on and you better tell her what happened." "Jimbo?" "Hi again Mandy. So what was your question again?" "Did Rach really make you squirt?" "Nope. She did put her hands up under Carla's skirt though and play with her between her legs. Did she tell you guys that? It was really hot." I heard Mandy gasp and then she put her hand over the receiver so I couldn't hear what they were saying anymore. "Jimbo Murphy, you just see if we ever let you study with us again!" She slammed the receiver down on the cradle. That was Carla and she really sounded pissed off too. I figured it was going to be a long school year and I doubted I'd get asked out to anymore parties after that. On Monday I got the cold shoulder treatment from Carla and Rachel, but Mandy was extra nice to me and backed her butt up into my crotch when she was bent over at the water fountain right before lunch period. I wish I'd known she was going to do that, I'd have worn thinner pants and no underpants underneath. I had a boner all through lunch. I was sitting with about five other guys, but none of them noticed my discomfort. Tuesday, Mrs. Turkel announced a test for Friday in Science. Science was one of my best subjects, so I wasn't a bit worried. I could see that Rachel was worried and even Carla looked a little concerned about the test. I was leaving after school on my way home, when Carla called out to me to wait up. "That was very mean of you what you told Mandy, Jimbo. You made it sound like Rach and I are a couple of Lezzies." "I'm sorry Carla but Rachel was being a bitch. It isn't anybody else's business and she was going around bragging to those guys about it. It was embarrassing. I like Mandy." "So are you going to come over today and help Rachel get ready for the Science test? She's all worried that she'll fail it. She hates Science. I'm worried too." "I don't think so Carla. I don't like people laughing at me and having people talking about what I do." "Mandy will be there. If you like her, you should come over and help her study. She is worse in Science than Rachel. She said she'd like to play 'Do you trust me' too." "Okay, but if Mandy's not there I'm just leaving. I don't like being tricked either." So we waited a few minutes and then Rachel and Mandy came walking out together. When they were right together like that, there was no comparison between them. Rachel had a perfect figure and skin so clear it was hard to believe. Mandy was getting a little hefty, especially up top and in her butt. Her face was broken out too, especially on her forehead. I still liked Mandy though. She was friendly and not stuck up at all when she was the "IT" girl. She still was good looking, just not anywhere near as good looking as Rachel. "Ahh Jimbo, you ready to help us poor little girls study for Science? Mandy was beaming a big smile my way as she asked that. I couldn't tell her no. Rachel didn't say anything. We walked over to Carla's and started studying our Science. We spent two and a half hours studying. No 'Do you trust me', no playing records. no splits, just studying. When Carla's mother got home she seemed surprised and upset to see me there with the three girls and no supervision. I excused myself and got set to leave. Mandy went out with me and the two of us started walking towards home. Mandy lived over by me, about two blocks past my house. We walked home and Mandy told me about how the sleepover was hilarious after I told her about Rachel doing the feeling up of Carla. They had teased both girls unmercifully, calling them names, and asking to see the two making out with each other. She told me that Rachel needed to be taken down a peg or two since she thought she had been made the queen as soon as she finally got herself some tits. When we got to my house, Mandy asked me if I thought Danny was home yet. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but Danny wasn't interested in her at all. I'd asked him about it after the phone call, and he'd just laughed and said that he'd have to be pretty desperate to go out with Mandy. I told her that I didn't know if he was home yet or not, but she could come up to our bedroom and wait for him with me. She laughed, pushing at my chest, and then started walking home by herself. Her ass still looked good to me. Big, but still good. I hoped it wasn't going to keep growing though, because she was the one who usually starred in most of my masturbation fantasies. On Wednesday Carla told me that her mother had forbade her from having any boys in the house when she wasn't there. She asked me if we could all study on Thursday at my house. I told her I'd think about it and let her know that afternoon. My house wasn't as nice as Carla's or Rachel's, because we were poor. I was afraid that they'd think less of me if they saw how I lived. Mandy, on the other hand, lived in the same neighborhood, and her parents were as poor as mine were. I finally decided not to do it, and told Carla that we'd just have to study on our own the best way we could. On Thursday, Rachel asked me to come over to her house and study, just the two of us. I told her okay. After school we went to her house and went down in her basement to study. We worked on the things she had the most problems with until she said she couldn't do anymore. Then she started asking me about why I liked Mandy better than her. "Don't you think I'm a lot better looking than she is?" "It isn't all looks Rachel, its that she's nice all the time and you're not." "Haven't I been nice to you Jimbo? I think I've been nice to you. I let you see my panties, didn't I? I pulled on your dick at made it spit out your stuff. Did Mandy do that for you?" "No, you've been nice too. I can't explain it. I just like her, that's all." "Would you like me better if I let you play with my kitty?" "Sure, but why would you let me do it?" "Girls like that too you know. It isn't just you boys that like to feel good. Go ahead Jimbo, play with my kitty." So, I reached up and started playing with her under her skirt. She was laying back on the sofa in the basement, her legs a little spread and she smiled back at me as I fumbled around outside her panties. "Want me to take the panties off?" I nodded, not really trusting myself to say anything that might put a halt to the way things were going. She lifted up and pulled her panties down and off and spread her legs even more with her skirt bunched up around her waist. I could see her pussy, and it was so neat. She must have trimmed her bush because it was short and all orderly. I could see her split and she had these two inner lips that were big and pink and wet. I could see her clit too, standing out, a little nub at the top. I watched her as she started to rub herself. She did it a lot different than I would have, but I watched and tried to pay attention. I just watched at first, afraid to ruin it. After awhile, she reached over and took my hand. She brought it over to her pussy and she started putting one of my fingers on her slit and rubbed it very softly up and down. "Like this Jimbo, don't stick it in, just rub it for me." I did that and she started rubbing right alongside of her clit with one or two of her fingers. She started moving her hips back and forth against my finger and it was like she couldn't find a comfortable position. After a few more minutes, she started to get frustrated, mumbling over and over "I can't tingle it, It won't do it". She stopped her fingers and removed my hand too. "Sorry Jimbo, sometimes it doesn't work this way. It gets too sensitive and then it just gets kind of numb and I have to quit for awhile." "Wow, that never happens to me. Boys are sure lucky I guess." "I bet if you lick me there it would start my tingle. Do you want to try that?" "Heck no! Are you sick or something?" "You'd like it Jimbo. Carla and I do it together sometimes, and it really feels good. If you do me, I'll do you too." "I'm not putting my face down there where you pee, not even for a million dollars. I'll see you later Rachel! Good luck on the test tomorrow." I got up off the couch and got my ass out of there. I didn't care if Carla did do that, I wasn't about to, no way.  ------- Chapter 3 I did pretty well on the Science test, getting a 93%, which was an A-. Carla got a C and Mandy got a D-. Rachel got a B-, and was thrilled at how well she had done. Mandy was very upset about how low her grade had been, telling anyone who would listen to her about how hard she had studied for that test. Carla and Mandy both got mad when Rachel told them about the two of us studying together in her basement on Thursday afternoon. It seemed to me that Rachel was deliberately rubbing it in by even telling Mandy about how she got her better grade, bragging about me choosing her to study with instead of Mandy. I felt bad, because I'd have rather studied with Mandy anytime, if I'd thought she'd let me. I tried telling that to Mandy, but she just walked away before I could get all the words out. Carla wasn't looking too pleased with me either, and a C was important to her because she was planning on taking college prep courses in high school, and bad grades could hurt her chances for getting into some courses she'd need to take. I walked home alone that afternoon, ready to swear off of women forever. They were too weird for me to understand. A girl I really liked, didn't care about me, and instead, liked my brother. He, on the other hand had no use for her. A girl I didn't much like was willing to give me lots of her attention and a lot of access to her body, but she seemed to have some strange ideas in her head about doing things with girls and wanting me to do some disgusting things with her. Then there was Carla. I liked Carla, but she seemed to prefer Rachel as her boyfriend. It was easy to see, when the three of us were together, that she liked Rachel a lot better than she liked me. I'd seen for myself how much she enjoyed what Rachel was doing with her fingers, and Rachel had told me that she and Carla did that other thing that Rachel had wanted me to try on her. The worst part of all this was that I was starting to have these dreams about Rachel and Carla doing things together, and, in my dreams, they were doing things to me with both their mouths too. When they did that to me, in my dreams, I was licking them too. I was becoming a pervert just like them. I had a quiet week end, rearranging my baseball card collection because I had outgrown it, and wanted to sell it and use the money to add to my EC comic book collection. I had about 1,400 baseball cards, twenty of them Mickey Mantles. A guy at school told me he might buy the whole collection if the cards were in good shape. On Sunday I called him up and we made a deal for $20.00 for the whole thing. At the time I thought I'd really put one over on him. Forty years later, one of the three Mantle Topps rookie cards I sold to him was sold by his widow for $44,000.00. On Monday, Carla told me that her mother had changed her mind about us studying at her house. She told me it wasn't because she had gotten a C on her test, but because Rachel had gotten a B- by studying with me instead of with Carla. Even though we didn't have any tests scheduled yet, we decided to study that afternoon, but only after Carla agreed to invite Mandy too. Mandy refused to come at first, until I told her I wasn't going to be there if she didn't agree to come also. Mandy was so nice that she didn't want to ruin it for Carla and Rachel, so she finally agreed to come. Rachel would never have done that for her or for Carla. In fact, Rachel asked me if I wouldn't rather study with her alone in her basement. My only answer was to shake my head and walk away. We got to Carla's house and we did our Science and Geography homework first. I finished first and helped Mandy do the rest of hers, making some corrections to a couple answers she had gotten wrong. These were careless mistakes rather than dumb ones. By the time Mandy and I finished, Carla was done and was helping Rachel with her Geography. We put on some records and danced a little bit. I danced with Mandy, and Rachel and Carla danced together. Slow dances too. Carla was the girl and Rachel was the boy, leading her in the dance. While we were dancing I told Mandy about how much I liked rubbing up against her butt at the drinking fountain that time. She asked me if I thought Carla and Rachel would start making out together? I told her they might if we started doing it first. We started kissing, and I finally got to put both my hands right on her ass. It was different than Rachel's, softer and a lot bigger. I liked rubbing Mandy's a whole lot more than I had Rachel's. Mandy kept looking at the other two girls but nothing was happening, so she quit letting me rub her ass and kiss her. I had gotten pretty excited by all this, and had a good erection, one that was very noticeable in my pants. I'd taken my underpants off in the boy's room at school, after I knew I'd be coming over to Carla's house. I had them stuffed into a back pocket. "Mandy, did Jimbo tell you about playing with my Kitty last week? I think that's what helped me get a good grade on that test." Rachel could be a grade "A" bitch when she chose to be. "I'm surprised you even have a kitty for him to play with, the way you're all over Carla and all. I figured you might have a tally whacker instead." "Are you jealous?" "Maybe, but not about Jimbo." "What, you mean you wanted to play with my kitty?" "Un uh, I meant Carla's." And then there was silence, except for the music from the record, and nobody was dancing anymore, as the three of us all looked at Mandy. My hard on had shriveled up to nothing. First my brother, and now a girl? I didn't rate too high with Mandy. I was starting to think I never would. "I bet she's got a cute one too. I admit I'm just a little bit curious since I heard about you playing with her that time." "Do you want to switch then, and I'll dance with Jimbo?" "No, I'd like to watch the two of you and see how you do it first." It was about that time that Carla started crying and ran off to her bedroom. Rachel and Mandy followed after her and I got my books and notebook, and let myself out the door, and walked home by myself. I needed to talk with Danny. It seemed like every girl I was interested in, or was hanging around with, had turned Lezzie on me. I didn't care that much about Carla and Rachel being that way, but Mandy? I'd had way too many exciting moments by myself thinking about her and I. I was going to have to get inside my memory banks and do some heavy erasing. On Wednesday, Mr. Stoughton announced a big math test for Friday. I finally agreed to tutor Rachel at her house on Wednesday and Thursday, for a payment of ten dollars. I got the money from her before I'd agree to walk all the way over there with her. Math wasn't my best subject, but I did okay with it, a solid B+. We were in the basement again and Rachel was finally starting to understand relationships in math. She had just solved three difficult problems correctly and understood how to prove her work. She was so pleased with the study session results that she decided to give me a bonus. She took off her panties again and started playing with herself. I just watched. "You like watching me do this Jimbo? Why don't you take your dick out and play with it too?" Well, I didn't see any harm in that since she'd already seen it and I was getting really turned on watching what she was doing. I took it out and was jacking it slowly and she really starting rubbing herself as she kept looking at my dick. "Jimbo, if I let you rub it up against my kitty do you promise not to put it in me?" She was breathing hard like she was running or something. Her pussy looked all red, and kind of swollen, but in a good way, not like it was sore or anything. My dick certainly wanted me to agree to do this. I think it was getting tired of just me paying it some attention. I told her I'd like that, and moved over between her legs. I put my cock on top of her slit and started moving it up and back. Damn it felt so good. It was nice and moist, and it felt a lot softer and better than my hands. My cock started making these little jerking movements all on its own after a few minutes of me doing that, and everywhere I rubbed it against her felt so wonderful. She started jerking all around on her own too, and a couple times I lost contact with her pussy because of this movement of hers. Once, when my hands were busy trying to hold me up, she grabbed my dick with both her hands, and started holding it down against her pussy. She started moving her hips up and back against my dick, putting a lot more pressure on her pussy than I had been doing. She started moaning and shaking from doing this, and then my cock just exploded all over the place. She put her hand over the head and kept it from making an even bigger mess than it had been doing. She kept rubbing the head of my dick against her clit, spreading my cum with her hand, all over her pubic hair and down on her clit. It took her a long time before she was able to get herself to lie still again. "We better not try that anymore Jimbo. I almost stuck it in me, it felt so good. That was the best tingle I've ever had. I could feel it all over my body. Something happened when I was watching you play with your dick, my kitty started to melt, and then it got all soft and gooey." We got ourselves cleaned up, making sure that I was all tucked in before I left to walk the three miles back home. I was in a daze. I couldn't stop thinking about how strong I'd cum, and how different a pussy felt from a hand. I wondered what it would feel like to put my cock up inside a pussy and just fuck a cum out of my dick? I looked up and I was almost home. Where did the time go? That was weird too. I had been thinking about what Rachel said about putting my tongue there. I thought I could do it, as long as I had a wet rag to wash it good before, and another one to wipe off my tongue and face afterwards. I wondered if Rachel would let me fuck her if I did what she asked? On Thursday we studied again, and then we fooled around some more. Rachel wanted to put my dick in her mouth if I promised not to cum before taking it out. I was rubbing her kitty and thought about licking her too, but I didn't want to bring it up. I told her I was going to cum, but she kept on sucking it. When I came, she scrunched her body all up and pushed my fingers hard on her pussy. After a few seconds, she pushed my fingers away and did it to herself until she came. She spit my cum out on the couch while she was rubbing herself. It looked like a lot. It looked pretty nasty too. I wished I had a wet cloth to clean it before it stained her couch. She finally got up and took care of cleaning it up. It looked wet, but didn't look like it would leave a stain. She made me kiss her before I left. I hated it, but I did it because I wanted her to do that to me again. Before I left I told her that kissing her kitty didn't seem that gross to me anymore, and she smiled at me. On Friday I got a 90% on my math test. Rachel got 82%, and Carla got an 80%. Mandy wouldn't tell us what she got, but it must not have been good because she wasn't happy. Rachel again told Carla and Mandy about what else we'd done besides study. Carla seemed upset, but Mandy didn't seem to care. She and Carla walked home together after school. I told Rachel I'd be over to study on Wednesday if she wanted to, and I said I wouldn't charge her any tutoring fee either. ------- Chapter 4 Things were going well for me, in and out of school. I continued giving Rachel her private tutoring lessons at least two or three times a week. Several times, we had gotten really close to actually fucking, but something would always scare Rachel off at the very last second, causing her to push me away. I started doing her down there, with my tongue, whenever she would put my dick in her mouth. In a way, it seemed only fair for me to do that. Okay, the real truth is that she stopped putting my dick in her mouth until after I agreed to lick her down there. After the first few seconds, because I was scared, and more than half convinced that it would taste terrible, I found myself surprised that there was almost no bad taste involved with it. Later, after I discovered how having that done to her always made Rachel get incredibly hot, I stopped thinking about what my face and tongue was touching, and started thinking about where I wanted my dick to be. After we started giving each other oral pleasure like that, it got to be something of a routine for us. We'd study for an hour or so, and then we'd start kissing and both get undressed. I think it was early in December when Rachel decided she wanted to swallow my cum for the first time. I didn't think too much about her doing that, not until she started kissing me after, then rubbing her tongue all over mine. I was being forced to taste my own cum, and it wasn't very enjoyable for me. I figured that I'd have to let her kiss me afterwards if I wanted to keep getting her to suck me. It was a week later, and we were again just finished with our studying, and were getting to the good part of our study sessions. "Jimbo, how come you never say anything sweet to me?" "Sweet, like how, Rachel?" "You know, you never tell me that you think I'm pretty, or that you really like me. I don't ever get any compliments from you, and you never talk to me about anything else besides our homework, studying, and the sex stuff. Is that all you're interested in me for? Studying, and making out?" Where in the hell did this come from? We were in her basement, laying naked on her sofa and I was kissing on her boobs. I had been inching up on her, trying to get myself in a position where I could "accidentally" stick my cock into her pussy. I was close to being right where I'd been trying to get to, and then she has to go and spoil it for me. "Rachel, I don't know what you want from me. Of course you're pretty, you're the prettiest girl in the whole school. Everybody who can see already knows that. I help you with studying because it helps you get better grades. You and I fool around together because we both like it, and because it makes the studying sessions more pleasant for us. I walk an extra four and a half miles every time I come over here from school to study with you. If we weren't fooling around together, do you think I'd walk that far out of my way?" As I was talking to her, my dick was right up against her pussy. I could almost feel what it was going to be like. If I could just get by this last little bit, I knew I'd get it in her. That's when I felt her fingers grip my dick and start to softly and slowly rub it through her slit. It felt so good, better than I'd imagined it ever could. "Do you like me Jimbo?" "Of course I like you. What have I just been telling you?" I could feel her placing the head of my cock right into the slot of her wet little cunt. She was moving it in tight little circles, moving it all around that one little bit of juicy area. I'd never been near this close before. All I had to do was press forward, and then I'd be in her. If I hadn't been afraid of what she'd do to me with that hand of hers on my dick, I'd have gone for it. "You know Jimbo, I think I love you." There was a pause of several seconds there while I wrapped my mind around what she'd just told me. Her hand was moving my cock around faster, and I could feel her making tentative up thrusting movements with her hips. We were locked on to each others eyes, and I just knew all I had to do was smile at her and tell her that I loved her too. I realized during those critical moments that I really did love her, but only in a sexual way. Physical desire is a form of love too. I was just about to tell her that I loved her when she threw me off the damn couch and made me hurt my hip bone. "Get out of here Jimbo, and don't ever come back!" She jumped up from that couch, grabbed at her clothes and ran up the stairs and out of my sight. She was crying and yelling some things that I couldn't understand. I started getting my clothes back on and thought about what I should say to her. In the end, I decided that it would be best to let her calm down and cool off first before talking with her anymore. I thought about what had happened during my long walk home. I knew I needed to talk with my brother Danny the first chance I had. Later that night I got a chance to speak with him in private. I told him exactly what had taken place between Rachel and me. From the beginning of the school year, right up until the time she threw me off of her couch earlier that afternoon. "Oh boy Jimbo, you fucked up big time. Don't you know anything? This girl was all set to take you straight to the promised land and you can't even tell her that you love her? Saying it doesn't mean anything. It's just what's expected in a situation like that. It's hard for a girl to let a boy slide that salami in for the first time. It requires trust, and some expression of commitment from you. You don't even have to mean it. You do have to say it though. You should call her up right now and tell her that you love her." The advice was probably good, but there was no way I was going to call up a girl to tell her that I loved her. I decided to do it the next time we were alone and were both getting ready to fool around. Of course, after what had happened, there wasn't going to be a next time. The next day in school all I got from Rachel was the cold shoulder. Carla and Mandy naturally took her side, and that left me with nobody to study with. I figured that everything would get back to normal eventually, because I hadn't really done anything bad to Rachel. That night, after dinner, I called Rachel, but her mother told me that she didn't want to speak to me. We went through the weekend like that. I must have phoned her six or seven times during the weekend, but she never would come to the phone. I finally called Carla on Sunday night and told her to tell Rachel that I was sorry and that I felt the same way about her that she felt about me. Carla called me an hour later to tell me that Rachel said that she didn't care how I felt about her, or about anything or anyone else. Carla told me that Rachel wanted me to just leave her alone. On Monday, Rachel started telling everyone that she and I were through. She made it sound like I was the one who had chased after her, not that she'd been after me to help her with her school grades and study habits. Most of the girls in my class were laughing at me, sniggering behind their hands at my obvious discomfort. The whole week was like that. I was so glad when school finally let out Friday and we started our Christmas break. No school for two whole weeks. I figured that after that long of a break, people would have better things to talk about than Rachel and me. I was half right, because when school started up again everybody was talking about Rachel and Aaron Cantor, her new boyfriend. Aaron was a ninth grader, and someone that I had known all my life. We didn't hang around together, but we were on good terms all the same. He was a good student too, and well liked by most people. I saw him standing in the hallway that afternoon, waiting patiently while Rachel went through her locker putting things away and getting what she needed to take home. He noticed me looking at the two of them together, and had the grace to send me an apologetic little smile. He really was a nice guy. I started hanging around the school afternoons, playing in pick up basketball games and getting into games of "horse" with some other guys for a quarter a game. I wasn't that good of a player, but it was better than going straight home and spending all my time sitting in my room and brooding about Rachel. As soon as I knew she was really gone, I started understanding how much I'd enjoyed being with her. Sure it was the excitement of our sexual experimenting, but it was also being with her, and helping her to understand some things a little better. I had really enjoyed seeing her improvement every week, knowing that I'd played an important part in that gain. Mostly though, it was having her beauty around me and so accessible, to my eyes, and to my touch. She was so pretty, and she had been willing to give me the opportunity to see and enjoy all of her. It was like owning a great work of art and then waking up one day to find out that you had somehow lost it. In short, after losing her, I was miserable. In February, something happened between Rachel and Aaron. Suddenly, they were no longer a couple, but nobody was saying anything about what might have occurred to change things for them. I ran into Aaron after school one day and he seemed just about as sad as I was. We started taking turns shooting the basketball, neither of us saying much about anything. After about a half hour, Aaron put his jacket back on and got ready to leave. "She still likes you Jimbo. You know that, don't you?" I looked at him, trying to tell if he was pulling my chain or what. My heart was beating faster, but I didn't trust myself to say anything in reply. He picked up his books and started walking away towards his house. I wanted to yell something to him, some encouragement that he'd get over her with time. I wasn't sure that it was true, so I held off on saying it. I stayed there after he was gone, shooting hoops and thinking about that wonderful sentence he'd just uttered to me. Two days later I was out in the school playground area again, shooting baskets in a light drizzle, and trying to come up with some plan that I could use to begin another conversation with Rachel. I started chasing after an errant rim shot when I spotted her leaning against a classroom door and looking over at me. I didn't say or do anything to acknowledge having seen her and went back to my solitary shooting. Of course, I almost went blind trying to keep her in my sight, out of the corners of my eyes, while pretending to concentrate on my shooting. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my breathing was hard to keep under control. After another half hour, I saw her leave and start towards home. I watched her retreating back until she turned and was out of my sight. I walked home right after, deciding that I'd try to call her on the phone, and then changing my mind at least fifty times more on the trip home. After I finished dinner, I went to my room and wrote Rachel a short note. 'Rachel, I do love you.' I signed it: "Jimbo" The next morning I got up early and pushed the note through her locker air vent at school. In our classroom that day, I could see Rachel passing my note around to all of her friends. I was embarrassed of course, but I had considered all of that before putting that note in her locker. I was sitting alone in the cafeteria, trying to decide whether I was actually going to eat my peanut butter and jelly sandwich or not. I had finally decided to throw it away, when I looked up and saw Rachel standing directly in front of me. Right behind her was her cousin Edna, Carla, Mandy and Tina Adams. The cafeteria had suddenly gotten very quiet. "Jimbo, did you mean what you said in this note?" She had my note there in her hand, waving it back and forth in front of my face. "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, I meant it. Yes, I love you. Yes, I'm sorry that I froze up the last time we were together. Yes, I've been missing you every day. Okay?" "Just checking." She turned, and the five of them just walked away from me. The buzz in the cafeteria started back up and rose to new heights. I didn't have to guess what they were all talking about. I got up and threw my trash away and beat a hasty retreat outside to the playground. I was a little bit in shock. That was a little more public than I'd ever envisioned it might be. I went home right after school, not even stopping at my locker to put away my books. Rachel hadn't said anything to me the rest of the day. I started thinking she'd only been making fun of me in the cafeteria. I didn't much care for that, but I decided to just wait and see what happened in the next few days. Rachel called me at seven that night and asked me where I'd disappeared to after school got out. "I was hoping that you could come over and help me with my homework, Jimbo." "What do you need help with? Maybe we can do it over the phone." "I needed help with three things, mostly the Health homework and the math problems." That was only two things. "And?" "What?" "What's the third thing?" "You remember the last time we studied together? I thought we should go back to where we were before you, what did you call it? Oh yeah, before you froze up, and you could tell me what you did today in the cafeteria. My mom's coming, I've got to hang up, bye." I had a hard time getting to sleep that night, picturing in my mind the scene Rachel's phone call had left inside my head. School the next day dragged by so slowly. Rachel and I spent a lot of time in class just looking at each other. I know she must have told all her friends about our phone conversation too. There was an air of expectation in the classroom all day. After school, Rachel and I stayed in our seats, waiting for the rush after the last bell to thin out. I got up first, and she quickly followed, and we walked out into the hallway. We got our things from our lockers and walked over to her house. I tried to make conversation, trying to talk about things I thought she'd like to hear me say. I told her how pretty she was looking, and how much I'd missed looking at her during all the time that she was mad at me. I told her that I'd had a hard time studying by myself, mostly because I was always thinking about her. We finally got to her house and went down in the basement to start studying. Studying only lasted for about fifteen minutes, because we were both so keyed up, and because I was having a difficult time not touching her whenever I could. We finally both decided that we'd studied long enough. It took about a minute for both of us to get out of all our clothes, and then another second or two before we started kissing and touching each other. She felt better in my arms than she ever had before. Probably it was because I finally appreciated what I was being allowed to experience with her. It didn't take us long to work ourselves up to a fever pitch. I was licking on her breast, and hunching myself up to get in position. I felt her fingers as they wrapped around my cock and brought me over to her pussy. I continued working on her breast and allowing her to pull me to her. I felt her wetness, and the head of my dick was suddenly hyper sensitive to every movement she made with it. It took her time to get me in exactly the position she wanted me in. After she finally seemed fully satisfied that she had exactly reproduced our positioning, she spoke to me. "Say something sweet to me Jimbo." I could feel her heart beating as my lips were attached to her nipple. It exactly matched the pulsing of my own blood that I was feeling in my neck. "Rachel, no matter what happens to me for the rest of my life, I promise you that I will always remember this exact moment, and getting another chance to be here with you again." As I was talking, she was sliding me up and down and side to side through the collected dampness of her pussy. Several times, as she did this, little groans or grunts would escape from her lips. Finally, just when I started to think she'd never do it, she brought my cock back to her opening, positioning it just at the place where it needed to be. "I love you Jimbo." It had been three months since the last time I'd been in this position. Here I was, on my knees, the very tip of my dick resting just at the opening of her vagina. I moved up, just a little bit, putting my lips up against her ear. I was supporting almost all my weight with my arms, getting over Rachel Stone, as the moment of truth had finally returned. "I love you too, Rachel." I felt her release my cock, and then she put a hand on each of my butt cheeks and pulled me inside her. My dick was soon encased in her completely, and we were in full stride before I really knew what was happening. I probably only lasted about thirty seconds before I sent a huge gusher of cum flowing inside her. I waited, looking down at her, willing my dick to not lose it's firmness. After I was sure that it would stay hard, I started back in, sliding in and out of her wet and incredibly warm smoothness. At some point, before I blasted inside her again, Rachel had a strong orgasm. I came again right after, and then we were done. It was an awakening for me, seeing the difference actually doing it with someone could make. "Thank you Rachel. That was so perfect. I'm sorry I couldn't get the words out soon enough before." "You're certainly welcome Jimbo. It was as good as I thought it would be with you. I wish now that I'd waited, instead of letting Aaron cop my cherry." "You fucked Aaron Cantor?" "Only a few times, and just to teach you a lesson. It didn't really mean anything to me. I still loved you." I didn't know what to say. For some reason it hadn't ever occurred to me that she might have actually fooled around much with Aaron. I couldn't make myself believe that she might have actually permitted him to fuck her. It wasn't so much her giving away her virginity. It was that she did it while I was suffering and missing her so much. I got up and started getting dressed, getting ready to leave. "Jimbo, you're not mad are you? We weren't together when that happened. "Did Aaron tell you that he loved you too?" "No, but it wouldn't have mattered if he had, because I didn't love him. When you love somebody, you want them to love you back." "If I'd known you fucked Aaron, I wouldn't have said I loved you." "What do you mean?" "I mean I really wanted to fuck you. More than anything. I said that I loved you so that I could fuck you. You let Aaron fuck you without saying it, that's not fair. "Jimbo that doesn't make any sense. What difference does it make? I loved you even when I was letting Aaron fuck me, that's the important thing. I never wanted Aaron to love me, because I never loved him." "Rachel, I don't love you. I love your body, and your face. I love putting my dick in your mouth, and in your pussy, but I don't love you. You are really pretty, and I like looking at you and touching you, but that isn't love. I want to go on fucking you, not because I love you, but because I love to fuck you. So, what do you say? I'll tutor you, help you keep your grades up, and you keep letting me do things with you?" I'm still glad, even today that I told Rachel the truth. Of course, I never did get another chance to fuck her, not after that day, but I did study with her for the rest of that year, and all through the ninth grade too. We talked about fucking a few times after that. This was usually when she had a new boyfriend or I had a new girl I was going after. Once we got over that whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing, we actually did become friends of a sort. Just as it had happened with Mandy, Rachel lost her hold on perfection. Her breasts kept growing, and her thighs and butt got thicker too. It must be a bad thing for a girl to reach her physical peak at such a young age, and then have to stand by and watch other girls get their turn in the sun. One thing I told Rachel that day was certainly true, I still do remember that exact moment just before I got to have my first actual sex with her. I probably only stopped loving Rachel sometime during the summer between eighth and ninth grades. Sometimes, when I'm remembering all this, I wish I'd been man enough to tell her that I'd only been lying when I said I didn't really love her that day. Most days though, I'm okay with the way I ended up doing it. When I was seventeen, two years after Rachel and her family had moved to upstate New York, I finally got a chance to get the revenge I considered I was owed from Aaron Cantor. Aaron had won a full academic scholarship from Cornell University, and he was up in Ithaca for his freshman year. I was a senior in high school, and his girlfriend, Gina, was a junior at my school. Aaron called me and asked me if I'd mind taking her to the Homecoming Dance. He said he didn't want her to miss out on going to the dance, but he wouldn't be able to make it down for that weekend like they had originally planned. I called Gina and asked her if she was okay with Aaron's plan, and she said that she was. After the dance, where I was a perfect gentleman for the whole time, I asked her whether she wanted to go home, or if she wanted to drive up to the Point and see what was going on up there? The Point was a place right on the water where lots of kids went for bonfires, drinking, and make out sessions. She said she'd like to go to the Point because Aaron hadn't ever been willing to take her there. She said she wanted to see what she had been missing. When we got there, we said hi to some people from school and each of us had a couple beers. It was cold out so we went back to my car to finish the beer before heading back home. We wound up staying out at the Point for a couple more hours, most of it spent in the back seat. I found out that Aaron had never gone down on her, and that his prick was a lot smaller than mine. Gina found out that she was orgasmic from a tongue that night, and two nights later she came like gang buster's while I was fucking her doggy style. She wrote Aaron a Dear John letter shortly after that night. I continued dating her through my senior year of high school, but we broke up before I headed off to college. Gina was a busy girl in her senior year, going a little wild before settling down and getting married a couple years after that. A month ago, while reading my home town paper, I happened upon an obituary notice, announcing Rachel's death from cancer. The notice said she was survived by her husband of forty three years, three children, all girls, and seven grandchildren. She was buried in Sackett's Harbor, N.Y. I plan on traveling up that way this summer, maybe I'll stop by her grave site and say my hello's. Rachel was the first girl I ever loved, and the first girl to let me go all the way. If I wasn't the first guy she went all the way with, I'm pretty certain that I WAS the first one that she ever loved. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-09-27 Last Modified: 2008-06-18 / 06:17:53 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------