This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com From: thor4u@my-deja.com Subject: NEW: Two Families - The Teenage Years, Ch 12 (humor, mf, oral, vag) Date: Tuesday, June 22, 1999 5:33 PM Two Families - The Teenage Years Chapter Twelve By Jason Bradford The final half of their senior years was a blur. There was just too much going on, too much happening, too many pressures, too many forces pulling Jason and Kim this way and that. A lot of things were fun. Some of the periods were excruciating. One of Jason's most memorable times was either hilarious or terrifying, depending on who you were. Kim's schedule for her last semester at Florida included no Monday classes. So she typically stayed in Gainesville with Maria on Friday night, and then came home on Saturday morning. If Jason was going to Gainesville to visit, he would also go on Saturday morning and return home Monday, skipping school allegedly to look into college matters. Jason was a straight-A student, so nobody at his high school minded. One Friday night, Jason took Victoria Clarke to a school basketball game, and then to a school dance afterwards. Since he was the sports reporter for the school paper, Jason went to the locker room after the team's last-second victory to get some triumphant interviews with the coach and key players. The dance was already well underway by the time Jason got there. He looked for Victoria. Now Victoria Clarke had made some very gradual changes during her senior year. The most important was a change in her mode of dress. Victoria would never wear anything overtly sexy, but she dressed in much nicer, current high school styles, and also began wearing light makeup. Victoria was a pretty girl, and had a very nice body, but she was just a little plain and a little shy. Victoria's classmates thought she was getting prettier as the year went on; actually, she was just letting more of her prettiness show. She was also very polite, and very tolerant of others...no matter what their reputation was. There were some social defense mechanisms Victoria, in her sheltered life, had never picked up. And that brings us to Henry Ross. Henry was a very friendly, outgoing, hysterically-funny, round Jewish person. He was one of the nicest kids in the whole school and would do anything to help anyone he knew. Henry was also a straight-A student, was going to Yale, and spent a lot of time tutoring others who were not as intellectually blessed as he was. Henry just had this one little problem. Henry — short, fat, bespectacled and socially awkward — was the horniest kid in the school. Maybe in the history of the school. And as a graduating senior, Henry had been on a mission all year to 1) get a girlfriend, and 2) to fuck her. Henry also had another problem — he had a grossly exaggerated opinion of his own attractiveness and charisma, which led him to make a series of awful mistakes. Henry was a good guy, but if any female talked to him more than once, Henry became convinced that she was in love with him and hungry for his body. Not only that, Henry talked about it! Finally, about three weeks prior to this dance, Henry had told some friends one of the cheerleaders was after him, was going to dump her boyfriend, and had already told Henry she wanted to fuck him. Henry's friends laughed it off as just another "Henry story," but the boyfriend didn't. He hunted Henry down and punched him out. Henry's black eye had just finished healing the night of this dance. So when Henry asked Victoria to dance, her naive politeness and tolerance, as well as her sympathy for poor Henry, made her accept. Neither Victoria nor Henry were gifted dancers, so there was a lot of bumbling and stumbling. They started out with a pretty good amount of separation between their bodies, but after a few missteps, Henry had maneuvered Victoria close to him. And she didn't pull away! She liked it!!! As Henry moved awkwardly around the dance floor, the beautiful Victoria matched his every motion!!!! Henry was in heaven. He already knew she liked him. He had always suspected she was hot for him, due to her warmth and sweet smiles when they were together, but now he knew for sure! When the song ended and was followed by another slow song, Henry kept hold of Victoria's hand and they began to dance again. By now, Henry's happy little putz was on full alert! He had, for Henry, a mighty erection! He tentatively pressed his hard, average-sized cock against Victoria's crotch. She seemed to stiffen a little, but didn't move away. He pressed again! She moved away, but when Henry pulled her back to him she didn't resist. And she didn't complain! He pressed again, and all she said was "Oh Henry..." Henry knew the moment had come. He let go of Victoria's hand, and placed both of his pudgy little hands firmly on her buttocks. As Victoria gasped with what Henry took to be delight, he pulled her hot crotch firmly against his gleeful dick and began humping as hard as he could without being too obvious. Victoria placed both of her hands on his chest, clutching his meaty torso in ecstacy (or so Henry thought). Then Victoria shoved violently...as hard as she could! Henry stumbled backward, got his feet tangled up, and fell hard on his butt to the dance floor. Victoria, now completely panicked, turned and ran! Henry sat dazed from the force of the fall, and looked around in vain for Victoria. She had slipped through the throng, and now there was just a circle of kids around him, most of them laughing. Henry hadn't gone unnoticed! But then, Henry saw a flash of movement to his left. He heard a snarling girls voice say, "You disgusting little puke!" And he saw the kick coming. The kick wasn't coming from Victoria, and it wasn't an ordinary kick. It came from Megan Barnes, all-city forward on the girls soccer team, and a close friend of Victoria's. Henry rolled to his right quickly, but Megan was accustomed to kicking moving targets — a lot smaller and faster-moving targets than Henry. The kick landed like a mule kick, with heavy impact on Henry's left shoulder-blade spinning him around for a complete revolution. As Henry came to rest, he saw Megan coming at him again. She had every intention of kicking his face in, and she was clearly capable of doing it. Fortunately for Henry, Megan's boyfriend grabbed her and restrained her long enough for Henry to get up and run out of the building. Henry couldn't lift his left arm higher than his shoulder for almost a month, and he never again appeared at a school function. He didn't even go to graduation. He went to class and he went home, a pathetic asterisk to everybody's high school memories. Meanwhile, Victoria Clarke ran through the crowd looking for shelter...looking for refuge...looking for safety...looking for Jason. ********** The PA system was playing a ballad when I entered the room and began looking for Victoria. There was a hell of a ruckus on the dance floor, there was a big crowd gathered around, but they were all laughing like hell so I knew it wasn't a fight or anything like that. I didn't even see Victoria coming, but she ran up and grabbed my hand so fast she startled me. I had never held Victoria's hand before, but she was shaking it and pulling on me so hard, I thought she was kidding around. Without any real intent to do so, she pulled to the edge of the dance floor, so I reached out to dance with her. She threw herself in my arms, hugging me tightly. She was shaking so hard, I immediately knew this was not a passionate embrace — something was terribly, terribly wrong. "Victoria...what's wrong?" I asked. She couldn't answer. She just shook violently as she buried her head into my neck. She had her very nice body pressed as tightly against me as possible, but I knew this was not a romantic moment. I could tell she was fighting hard to suppress sobs. I took one of her hands into a dancing position and began moving slowly to the music to minimize the effect this strange scene might have on on-lookers. I gently stroked her back and long hair and told her everything was okay. I told Victoria whatever had happened was over, and that she was safe now. That was exactly the reassurance she was looking for, and her shakes became less violent. "Victoria...what happened?" I whispered. Still shaking, and still fighting back tears, she managed to whisper back, "He HUMPED me!" "Humped you! Who humped you???" I didn't know what the hell this was about, but I was instantly furious. I went from zero to fighting mad, gonna-fuck-you-up, in less than a second. "Henry...Henry Ross." Victoria whispered. "I'll kill him!" I said as I tried to release Victoria to go look for Henry. "I'm gonna kick his horny little ass once and for all. He's had a good ass-beating coming for a long time!" "No you're NOT." Victoria exclaimed. "If you touch him, I'll never speak to you again. Besides...Megan already did. She kicked him all the way across the dance floor!" And then, as the humor of the 100- pound Megan drop-kicking the 200+ pound Henry sank in, we both started to laugh. Then, still dancing in my arms, Victoria told me the full story of Henry's stupidity. She didn't hate him, she just pitied the poor, pathetic little figure. It had been a very scary moment for Victoria, but she knew that Henry never would have done anything to hurt her. Another ballad followed and we stayed on the dance floor. Victoria never moved away from the close embrace until my cock started to get hard. "Jason!" She whispered angrily. "You stop that! Don't you turn into another Henry!" "I can't help it Victoria, it just happens to us guys — we can't control it." "Does it happen with every girl you dance with?" "Uh...well, no. Not really. But ...uh" "Well then why is it happening with me? Are you trying to take advantage of our friendship, now that you've rescued me from the clutches of depravity?" "No! Really, Victoria...I'm sorry. Let's stop dancing." I pulled away and led her off the dance floor. I noticed Victoria steal a quick glance at my crotch, but in the dim light, she really couldn't see anything. We talked for a while and she finally calmed down. Kids have a sixth sense about times like these, and they give their peers a lot of space until everything's okay. Victoria was a very popular girl and a lot of her friends wanted to comfort her, but they knew she was right where she would want to be in a time of crisis...holding on to my arm as we talked quietly, something she had never, ever done. Finally, when they saw that Victoria was okay, they came over. Megan, the undisputed heroine of the evening, was the first. She had earned the right. She got a big hug from Victoria and a high-five from me. Eventually, things settled down, although throughout the night a few stragglers came by to ask if it was true and offer their kind words. (Mostly to find out if it was true.) Strangely though, people pretty much left us alone. That was unusual for us; we usually circulated separately at parties, but tonight it seemed right. Late in the evening, Victoria remarked that it was weird that such a crazy event was what finally caused our first dance together. Then she suggested we dance one dance just because we wanted to, as friends, not as a safe refuge for her and a friendly obligation for me. I agreed. As a soft ballad began, we walked hand-in-hand onto the dance floor. We were still just good friends, but a lot of the kids were looking at us differently. As we started to dance, Victoria asked if I could control my hormones. I told her I would try, but it was quickly apparent that I would not be successful. My big cock gradually rose in my khakis. "Oh Jason..." Victoria said. It wasn't a passionate sigh; it was disappointed resignation. "Vic...I'm sorry. I just can't help it. I guess all of the excitement, and the way you feel...I'm sorry...let's stop." I said. I really was disappointed. "No...if you can't help it, I'll just have to get used to it. I like you and I like dancing with you...I've wanted to for a long time, but never had the nerve to ask. I like the way you feel...strong and firm, muscular — not all fat and flabby like ‘Lover Boy!'" Victoria was speaking calmly and seriously. She was nervous, but not really afraid. I got the feeling she was sizing this new situation up to see if it was manageable. I was right. "Jason...make me a promise, please?" "What?" "Promise me you will never try to press me sexually? I don't want that. I don't want a love affair, and I am scared to death of sex. Please don't try to press me into anything like that?" "I won't. I think you already know I would never do that." "Yes, I think I do...but you never know. Kids our age...the hormones get flowing, you never know. Look at poor Henry. He would never have done anything to hurt me, but look what happened with him." "That won't happen with us. I have a lot more control than Henry." "I hope so. I really enjoy our friendship...and I'd hate to lose it." Victoria said, leaving no doubt that immediate termination of this close friendship would be the sure reward for any transgressions. "No problem, really." "And Jason...my name is Victoria." She said. "But I really like it when you call me ‘Vic.' I hate Vicky, and I wouldn't want anybody else to call me a nickname, but it sounds right when you do it." So we became Jase and Vic, the inseparable friends. We danced at parties. We held hands going to and from the dance floor. Vic sometimes took my arm as we walked, or talked with friends. But we never kissed. Well...almost never...not until much later. ********* I made two campus visits that semester, both for just a few days during my Spring Break. My break did not coincide with Kim's, so when I was on break, the University of Florida was in session. But it was during a lull in classes around midterms. Kim and Maria, being graduating seniors, were winding down and they either did not have midterms or made arrangements to take them early so they could take a week off for another visit to Miami. So when I got to Gainesville, although I stayed at Kim's apartment, it was a very lonely place. I visited a lot of offices and did the usual prospective student thing, but every corner unveiled another memory. These memories were minor things, long removed from my conscious mind. Over there was the billiards room where Kim and I spent all night playing pool with Maria and Tony. Careful, here comes the intersection where I almost had an accident because Kim was nibbling on my neck as we drove to a football game! There's the Administration Building where Kim's uncle presides over admissions ...remember the joyous news that she was transferring to Florida to be closer to me? And there was the Gainesville Hilton where we had spent so many happy nights when Kim still lived in the dorms. Everywhere I went, there were memories. Right now, they were happy memories, but how would they be when I was living here and Kim was 2,000 or 3,000 miles away? I knew the answer — they would be painful...very painful. I also visited the University of Miami. I didn't tell anyone but Mom I was going to Miami and I stayed in a small motel near campus, far from the Garcia mansion on Star Island. I did that because I knew Kim and Maria were also in Miami. I wanted to take a look at this school on my own. To see it through my own eyes. I liked the school — The U, as they call it in Miami. (There are several fine universities in Miami — Miami's not even the biggest — but there is only one U.) The campus is nothing special, certainly not half as nice as the campus at Gainesville. But I liked the flavor of the place. Florida had students from all over the world, but the percentages were nothing like they were here. At Florida, international students were lost in a sea of Americans; here, they were everywhere. That gave the place a special flavor, and to someone interested in international trade, it was a tasty flavor. There were also a huge number of pretty wealthy kids at Miami. I didn't especially like that, because some of them had major chips on their shoulders. They reminded me of Maurice Gibb's thoughtful little pep talk to Kim on her first visit to Miami. But there were also a good number of kids who were just normal folks. And it did not escape my practiced eye that the ratio of truly gorgeous babes at the Coral Gables campus was far higher than at Gainesville! I stayed at Miami for four days. By the time I left, I had something to think about...really think about. ******** Due to some scheduling conflict, Kim changed her plans to visit Harvard and Stanford. She went to Harvard with her father one weekend in mid- February. It was sleeting and bitter cold as the Nor'easter roared through Boston. But Kim still loved the school. It had so much tradition, such a great reputation. One reputation it didn't have, though, troubled Kim. It did not have a reputation for being female-friendly. As a matter of fact, it had just the opposite reputation and the reasons for this bad rep were readily apparent each time Kim visited. If ever there was an "old-boys school," Harvard Law was certainly it! But there was no question that this was one of the world's great universities. Kim made arrangements to visit Stanford late in the year — in May. Betsy and Jack were both going with her, and it looked like Stanford was beginning to emerge as THE choice. Great! Three thousand miles away! As luck would have it, this trip coincided with Jason's Senior Prom. Betsy wanted to reschedule, or not go, but Jason insisted. He no longer needed his mother's help dressing for a date. And although it would have been fun to have her fuss over him, it was more important that she enjoy the trip to San Francisco...a city she had always wanted to visit. So Jason was left on his own for a long weekend. ********* At Kim's insistence, I had asked Victoria to the prom months previously. I had just assumed that we would go together, but Kim chewed me out and told me never to take a woman, or especially her feelings, for granted. She told me if I ever took her feelings for granted, I would be in big trouble. Then she took me to bed and proved once again that I wasn't in trouble yet. God, I love that woman! As the year wore on, and especially as the Prom approached, Victoria and I became closer. Not romantic, but closer. We talked long and often, and we talked about anything that came to mind (except Kim, of course!). One day, at lunch at McDonalds, Victoria broached a new subject...right out of the blue! "Jase...have you ever had sex?" She asked. I was shocked. I guess I just took it for granted. "Yes." "With Cassie? Oh! Scratch that! I had no right to ask that!" Victoria quickly caught her "mistake." "No! Not with Cass...never did, never will. We have never had that kind of relationship, Vic." "But she's your girlfriend, isn't she?" Victoria asked. "You know, I was really expecting you to take HER to the prom, not me." "No, Vic. Cassie has never been my girlfriend. Cass and I have been friends since we were in diapers, but we've never been boyfriend/girlfriend. It may have looked that way, but really we were always just like you and I...just friends." "But I'm your favorite ‘just friend,' aren't I?" Victoria teased. "Yes, as a matter of fact you are. No contest actually." I replied honestly. "Wow! I'm surprised. I always thought Cassie was so hot, and you guys have been together — or at least everybody thought you were — for two or three years!" Victoria said. "We have been friends, but in truth, we have never been close. I would never dream of telling Cass some of the stuff I've told you. Also, she wouldn't be interested in a lot of ‘our stuff.' Cass is not real bright, you know." I said. "I know that," Victoria replied. "I always had some trouble figuring you two out — I think most of the kids thought it was just sex. Guess we were wrong then?" "Yep...you couldn't have been more wrong." I answered. "Okay, I'll mind my own business. But Jase...can we talk about sex sometime? I have a lot of questions, and there are so many things I'm afraid of. I know I can trust you, and I think I'll probably find that my silly fears are just that...silly." Victoria, the school valedictorian, had her serious, studious face on. "Sure, whenever you want." I said. "Well, we have next period scheduled in the newspaper office, so let's have a little editorial conference right here! By the way, Jase, you know this is an academic discussion and that I'm not looking for any lab work..?" Victoria teased. "I understand. Okay...ask away." I replied. Victoria started slowly at first, asking how sex felt. I wasn't able to answer that one...you just have to feel it, and as far as I know, it feels different for everyone. Then she asked if it hurt and I jokingly told her not for me. Then I told her seriously that there was some pain the first time for the woman, but nothing major. We continued our discussion for about a half-hour, dealing mostly with relationships and how I felt toward my partner. Victoria asked if I had only had sex with my current girlfriend, or there had been others. She was surprised when I said there were others. She asked if I had ever had sex with a prostitute, and I said no. Victoria also asked if I had ever had sex with someone I didn't love...in other words, sex just for sex. She was surprised when I answered yes, but she wasn't put off by it. She asked me how I felt about the person at the time, and how I felt about her now. I told her truthfully that the person was a very special person in my life and that she was, and is still, a close friend. We didn't have any specific sexual discussions during this first little chat. But in later talks, from time to time Victoria would ask sexual questions and the content of the questions became more and more technically specific. After a couple of months of this kind of discussion, Victoria asked if I would like to make love to her. It was not a proposition, Victoria was just gathering information. I guess she was evaluating how others perceived her. I answered honestly that I found her very attractive in every way, and that certainly did not EXCLUDE sexual attraction, but I really wasn't looking for that, and I didn't think she was either. "Why, Jase? Don't you think Supervirgin is ready?" Victoria teased. "No Vic...I DON'T think you are ready. If you were ready, you wouldn't be asking these questions." I answered. "When will I be ready — I'm not in any rush, don't take this the wrong way! — but how will I know?" She asked. "You'll know! And don't let anybody push you into anything. I know you don't think that's possible, but you've never been in situations that would lead to sex. As far as I know, you've never even made out with a boy, have you?" I asked. "Only a couple of times in junior high when neither of us knew enough to be dangerous!" Victoria laughed. "Well, how did you feel then? Did you get excited? Did you get aroused?" I asked. "No, not aroused. I was excited, but that was fear, not sexual arousal. We weren't good enough kissers back then. I guess I'm still not." "Well, you will be. But just listen to your own mind, not your body parts. You'll be fine whenever you get ready. It's really the most natural thing in the world." I said, immediately aware of what a worldly stud I sounded like. I tried to take the edge off that arrogant statement by giving some friendly advice. "I'll tell you one thing, though. Don't do it until you are with someone you REALLY care about and that you REALLY trust. There's no need to rush into something that's not right. I know it seems like you're the only virgin in town, but you're certainly not, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Don't rush it. When it's right for you, it will be right." "But...getting back to me, Jase...do you like me in a sexual way?" She asked. "Yes...of course I do! Remember what happens whenever we dance?" I replied. "Yeah...but that's just because I'm a girl. It's not because you are thinking sexual thoughts about me." She countered. "It's NOT just that you're a girl! It's also how you feel when we dance. You are a very pretty girl and, except for my girlfriend, you are my best friend. I really like you very much. And, although you are modest and keep it covered up, you have a very nice body. I know a lot more about your body than most people because I get to feel it when we dance. I know it upsets you when I get hard, but that is happening because you just feel so damn good! I'll never pull a ‘Henry Ross' on you, but that doesn't mean I'm not human. My erections are caused by the person you are, and the way you feel, not just the fact that you are a female." "Well, actually, Jase, your hardons don't upset me any more. I've gotten used to them and you've always been a perfect gentleman." Victoria said. "You getting hard makes me a little nervous, but the rest of you feels so nice, I'm pretty comfortable now. Dancing with you is really enjoyable for me...you're my best friend and I feel so close to you when we dance. But I also feel safe. I feel we're under control." I assured her we were, but I wondered. Then, just as suddenly as our sexual conversations had started, they abruptly stopped. It was like Victoria had all the questions that were bothering her answered, and she had moved on to other, more interesting topics. She was all wrapped up in getting ready for college, and so was I, and the subject of sex never came up again. ********* PROM NIGHT The night of the prom, Victoria asked me to meet her at the prom rather than pick her up. I didn't know what to make of that, but figured that she was just being safe. If she drove herself to the prom, she knew she had a ride home without any complications. There wouldn't have been any, but why else would she have done that? I got there on time, but Victoria was a little late. But when she walked in, everybody was pleasantly surprised! She was wearing a beautiful green satin gown. It was a slim cut, accentuating her thin body, nice hips and long legs. She had added a few highlights to her medium-blond hair, but she still wore it straight as she usually did. She wore just enough makeup to highlight her pretty face in the dim light of the ballroom. She was beautiful! But the thing that set her apart that night from the "old" Victoria Supervirgin occurred between the waist and neck! First of all, the dress was backless, dropping dangerously close to the top of her ass. And the neckline, although it did not really reveal a lot of bosom, plunged halfway between the bottom of her breasts and her navel. It was really low! Only a slight bit of her breasts showed, but they were quite a sight. Victoria was very nervous at first. As we danced our first dance, I told her how pretty she looked, and she said she couldn't believe she actually showed up wearing that dress. I told her it was beautiful and she was beautiful. "But is it sexy?" Victoria asked. I thought she was just joking, but one look in her eyes told me she wasn't. I pulled her tightly to me so she could easily feel my big hardon pressing against her crotch. "What do you think, Vic?" I teased. "I think you have some padding in your shorts, Jason Bradford!" She laughed. Then we relaxed and really had a wonderful time. Late in the Prom, Victoria surprised me again. With the driving arrangements, I figured we would be going home separately right after the prom was over at midnight. But Victoria asked if I had any curfew and was delighted to learn that my whole family was out of town. She said she had no curfew at all, and wanted to really enjoy the entire night, not just the formal, organized part of it. I quickly agreed. Throughout the rest of the night, many of our friends came over and invited us to various after-prom parties. We listened carefully to who, when and where. Between ourselves, we discussed which invitations to consider. Some we knew would be drinking parties, and neither of us were interested in that. Others would be drug parties...not interested. But most of them would be fine, and we had 3- 4 offers that would be good, safe, and enjoyable parties to go to. As the invitations came in, Victoria just kept saying, "We'll see." We stayed through the last song, and danced it closely, savoring one last dance as best friends. We had enjoyed a very rewarding friendship, it had been a beautiful evening, and now it was almost time for this part of our lives to be over. But we still had some partying to do! So we left the big ballroom, and walked out into the lobby. Victoria suggested that we take her car, and she showed me a shortcut to the parking garage. However, as we rounded a corner and started down a broad hallway just off the hotel lobby, we came to a bank of elevators. Victoria stopped, looked around, and seeing no one we knew, pushed the "up" button! I stood there with my mouth hanging open until she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the elevator. We quickly went up to the 15th floor and into a room. Victoria closed the door, took me by the hand and led me to the window, where a spectacular panorama of the night lights of downtown Jacksonville spread out before us. This was why Vic wanted to meet me at the Prom! She had to check into the room first! "Jason...?" She asked. "Yes...?" I answered. "Will you make love to me tonight?" I almost fainted. "Are you sure? Are you ready??" I asked. "Oh yes. It has been a very special evening, I am with someone I really care about and really trust. I am sure. And I am ready." "This is all very sudden...what happened?" I gasped. "Nothing really. Just a young girl growing up, I guess." Victoria replied quietly. "I'm scared, but I'm curious. I want to experience sex before I go off, far away from home to college. I want to experience it safely, with someone I know will care for me, and be gentle with me...and also someone I trust completely." "Vic...this is a very serious decision. Are you really sure?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, Jason Bradford. I'm really sure. I've been sure for quite some time — I just didn't want to screw you in the back seat of your Honda! I wanted it to be nice and special." "But Vic, you know about..." I almost said it! I was so shocked, I almost blurted Kim's name out! "...about my girlfriend! That's really a serious thing, and it's not going to change, regardless of anything we do tonight. Believe me, it's not!" "I know Jase. I'm not asking you to marry me, or even love me.," Victoria said very softly. "This is just about sex between two good friends. I never want anything more than tonight. It's enough for me that we care about each other and I trust you. I can't think of anyone else I could ever trust more than you to share this with...but I'm just asking for a one-night stand, Jase." Victoria paused for a second and then said quietly, "But I'm not going to beg, Jason. If you are uncomfortable, or if you don't feel that way about me, just walk out the door. We'll still be the best of friends either way." I gently took Victoria Clarke— beautiful woman and good friend — in my arms and kissed her tenderly on the lips. It was our first kiss in more than a year and a half of close friendship. "Ummmm. Nice." Said the valedictorian, analytically. I continued to kiss Victoria gently. I never said anything to her, and I didn't need to. She was a quick learner. Our kisses gradually warmed. Then, with her clinging tightly to me and breathing hard, the tongues started. They licked and probed, and explored excitedly. "Hey...I thought you said you weren't any good at this?" I teased. "Shut up, Jason." Victoria replied. We continued to kiss as we began undressing each other. She had to help me undress her, because her gown had some hidden snaps. And I had to help her because she had certainly never undressed a man before, least of all one wearing a tux! But we got it done! We stood before each other, me in my briefs, Victoria in just her panties. Victoria Clarke was incredibly gorgeous. She had a lovely body! She had good-sized and full breasts and at 18, of course, there was not even a hint of sag. They were beautifully formed and the nipples stuck out like beacons. She was very aroused, and I could see juices on her pubic hair. She was wet. To my surprise (and hers I think) Victoria enjoyed me looking at her. She knew my appreciation was genuine, and any lingering doubts about her own sexual attractiveness were dispelled when I told her she was absolutely beautiful. She smiled more happily than I had ever seen her smile. But when she saw my big cock, a look of palpable fear appeared for the first time. "Oh my God, Jason! Are all men that big???" She was clearly afraid. "No, Vic, but don't worry...I'll be very gentle. There will be a little pain at first, but I'll take extra care. You know I don't want to hurt you." "Yes, I know it will hurt when you break my hymen, but isn't that big thing going to hurt all the time?" Victoria was now openly fearful. "No...after the first little pain, I'll just go very gently. Your vagina will adapt, don't worry. Besides...you are already well- lubricated and I haven't even touched you yet." "Well, I brought some condoms. I want you to wear one. And I brought some stuff my Mom uses, called K-Y Jelly. It's supposed to be a lubricant, so if it hurts, I'm going to want you to stop and put some of that on." "Okay." I would have agreed to almost anything at that point as I looked at my beautiful friend basking in the night lights of the Jacksonville skyline. "Do I need to do anything to get you ready, Jase? Do you want me to do anything?" "What do you think," I said pointing at my raging hardon. "Oh, I know you're hard, but one of my girlfriends said her boyfriend likes a little suck to get him ready. Do you want me to try that?" Victoria Supervirgin asked. "Do you want to?" I asked in amazement. "If you want me to. This is not a charity fuck, Jase. I want you to love it as much as I do. Do you want me to?" She was dead serious. If Victoria the Valedictorian was going to do this, she was determined to do it well. "Well, yeah...I do like that." I said. Oh Hell, let the woman have her way, I thought stoically...I mean if it's really that important to her...;-) Victoria knelt in front of me, told me her unnamed girlfriend had told her what to do, and began gently licking my big cock. She commented that my dick was way to big for her to take fully in her mouth, and she doubted that she would be able to excite me the way her girlfriend did her boyfriend, but she would try. Victoria has a small mouth, and with her inexperience she was not able to get much more than the head of my big cock in her mouth. But she did the best she could with that, and between her ardent licking of my balls and shaft and the gentle sucking of my head, she did a great job of getting me ready. For a rookie, she showed real promise, despite her obvious fear of my big dick. Once I was ready, I pulled away from her and put on a condom. I stopped her and laid her on the bed. I kissed and suckled her breasts gently until she was writhing on the bed. I removed her panties, and moved my face just an inch away from her sopping pussy. I breathed on her pussy lips, sending a shiver through her body. "Oh boy! Here comes the fun stuff!" she giggled happily. "Go ahead Jason, I'm not at all afraid of your tongue!" I licked Victoria gently to her first climax. It was quick and sharp, but very passionate. She bucked violently all the way through. When I was through and started to ask her how she liked it, she smiled broadly, shushed me and pulled me to her. I pressed my throbbing cock against the lips of her vagina. It eased in gently. I went very slowly. Victoria was very, very tight, but she was so well lubricated that I had no trouble entering her. I felt her hymen obstructing my entry, so I squeezed both of her hands tightly and pressed gently but persistently against the restriction. "OW! Oh...!? Was that it?" Victoria asked. "Was that all there is?" "Yeah, I think so. Let's see." I said as I slowly pushed past the hymen. "How's that?" "Ohmygod Jase!!!! That's wonderful! I thought this was going to hurt! That's just wonderful!" Victoria laughed. I slowly stroked into her, gradually putting more and more of my big cock in. She was so tight and so hot, it was difficult for me to hold back. Finally, before I really started making love to her, I had a big orgasm. Victoria jumped with surprise, but settled down as soon as I explained what had happened. She was very happy and kissed me lustily. I continued to gently probe the untouched regions of this beautiful friend's sex. As she got more comfortable, Victoria began to move with me carefully. Then, after a couple of minutes, her movements got more urgent. I told her to just relax and go with it, and she had a long, flowing climax. I asked if she wanted to rest, but she shook her head vigorously to indicate no. Again she kissed me hotly. By now, she had loosened up a little and was very, very slippery inside. I began to fuck her more vigorously, and as I did, she got a look of surprise on her face and began fucking me back. The harder I fucked, the bigger her smile got and the harder she fucked back. We shook the whole bed when we came together. The rest of the night was more of the same. I conducted Jason's One-On- One Sex School, and Victoria was my eager student. I showed her doggy- style and cowboy, and several other positions. We talked about and experienced the difference between lovemaking and fucking. Victoria liked both, but I immediately knew that she was a woman who liked fucking first and then long, slow, tender lovemaking for a long time after. She spent most of the night nestled in my arms, kissing my chest, my neck, my lips, whatever was handy. Victoria was really a cuddler! Victoria (no-longer Supervirgin) Clarke was a wonderful sex partner and I told her so often that night and repeatedly as the school year wore down. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.