| Title: Denise, Denise Author: Charley Ace Email: CharleyAce@hotmail.com
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Denise had been the prettiest in the senior class, maybe in the
whole school. She had a great personality and was extremely popular. She
dated many boys, but had no steady boyfriend. Word had gotten around among
the that she was frigid, it didn't matter to me. She was a goddess as
far as I was concerned - perfect in every way.
I had been an extremely shy, average looking teenager, actually, at the
time, I thought of myself as too skinny and ugly. I was in the top fifth
of my class academically, and even though I had been active in athletics, I
was never very popular with the girls. Actually, I really didn't know if
any of them liked me or not, I hadn't had the nerve to ask any of them out.
I merely admired them from afar, especially Denise.
Denise and I were in the same math class. Math had always been my best
subject, but I enjoyed that particular class mainly because Denise was
there every day. She had been very friendly and always smiled and said
hello to me. I would respond, but was always too tongue-tied to further
the conversation. She made very good grades in most subjects, but was
having trouble with math.
Denise caught up with me one day after class and said, "Rich, I wonder
if I might impose on you and ask if you would be willing to find some time
and help me with this math? You're probably very busy, but I'm really
having a rough time understanding it, and I know that you're one of the top
students in the class."
My heart pounded, and felt like it had become lodged in my throat. I
began to tremble with nervous excitement over the fact that she, the
goddess, had actually asked me for help. I finally stammered out that I
would be glad to help her.
She smiled, "could you come over later this afternoon?"
I managed to stutter out a positive response. She had to have noticed
my nervousness and discomfort, but she said nothing, she just smiled,
thanked me and said that she'd see me later.
I was soooo excited! I couldn't believe my good fortune. The object of
my fantasies had actually asked me to tutor her. WOW! I was in seventh
heaven, as my heart raced with excitement and anticipation.
I made my first visit to her house later that afternoon. Needless to
say, I was extremely nervous. I'm sure my nervousness showed as she
introduced me to her and younger brother. I managed to get through
the introductions, somehow, and we got on with the math tutoring. Denise
was very receptive and willing to learn. I couldn't understand why she had
been having any difficulty with math; it must have been a right brain
thing, or something.
I continued tutoring Denise three times a week. During my first several
visits, I spent most of the time looking anywhere but into her eyes. She
has beautiful blue eyes, but I was much too bashful to look directly at
her. I would try to catch glimpses of her when I knew she wasn't looking at
me. As I became more comfortable with the situation, and especially with
Denise. I found that I was able to look directly into her eyes on
occasion. We soon began talking about other things and I found her to be a
very interesting person. She was always very pleasant and seemingly
interested in what I had to say. I was not only madly in love with her
face and body, I liked her as a very interesting, warm, caring person.
I was finally able to convince myself that she seemed to like me, as a
friend. That was a difficult thing for a shy, bashful teenager like me to
do. My lack of self-confidence hadn't allowed me to think of myself as
attractive, even as a friend, to a beautiful like Denise. Even though
my thinking was changing, there was never any realistic hope of she and I
becoming anything more than friends.
I spent most of my waking hours daydreaming about she and I. I
fantasized about what it would be like to hold her, to kiss her. I was
totally and completely hooked on that lovely creature.
As what seemed like a side issue, Denise had also begun to understand
the math a little better. Things were progressing very well from both our
Before our tutoring began, Denise had gotten a 'D' on her first math
test. Once we started, her test scores improved to a 'C', and then a 'B'.
She was so excited when she got the 'B' that she hugged me and said, "thank
you! Thank you so much. I owe it all to you." Her were also
impressed, and they even offered to pay me for the tutoring. I politely
refused their offer and told them that I was glad to be of help, and
Denise's improvement was my compensation.
One of my friends approached me one day at school and asked me if it was
true that Denise was frigid. He, and many others, had been under the
impression that Denise and I had been dating. That surprised me and
pleased me at the same time. I told him that I was merely tutoring her in
math, I wasn't dating her. He told me that she had turned several of the
guys down for dates recently, and everyone assumed that she and I were
dating, maybe even going steady. I was excited by that news. It certainly
couldn't have my reputation any, if others thought that Denise and I
had been dating. I was even more excited over the news that she had turned
several other down. Was there hope for me?
While Denise and I were becoming closer friends and we talked about a
myriad of subjects, we didn't talk about our respective relationships with
the opposite sex. I didn't bring the subject up, mainly because if I had
found out that she liked some other guy, I would've become extremely
jealous. After all, I was madly in love with her. For whatever reason,
she chose not to broach the subject either.
The day she received her second 'B' test grade, and I got my second hug,
she asked me, "I'm so happy and excited with my improvement, and since
you're the one responsible, I was wondering if you'd like to help me
celebrate. You know, like maybe a and something to eat afterward?"
My heart skipped a few beats, and I told her "I'd love to, if you're
sure you want me to?"
"Yes, I'm sure. How about Saturday, say 7:00?" She made sure to let me
know that it was her treat. Actually, she informed me that it was her
"Great! It's a date, then," she said with a warm, gentle smile on her
'A date with Denise! WOW! I must be dreaming this!' I thought to
I was so excited that I had almost forgotten to ask my for the
car for Saturday night. When I finally did, he said that he would make
sure that it would be available for my first date. I spent nearly the
whole day Saturday washing, waxing, polishing and vacuuming the car. I
wanted it to be perfect for my big date with Denise.
When I picked Denise up, she noticed the clean and shiny car. "You were
busy this afternoon," she offered. "It looks great."
I thanked her for noticing. She was just so thoughtful and considerate;
I knew why I loved her as a person as well as a very pretty girl.
As we walked from the parking lot into the theater, Denise reached over
and took my hand. My heart skipped a few more beats as we strolled
hand-in-hand into the theater. She seemed to be very happy to be there
with me. Of course, I was on cloud nine.
We held hands during the movie, and I even got brave enough to put my
arm around her. She looked me in the eye and smiled, leaned over and put
her head on my shoulder. There went a few more skipped beats, 'How much
more of this can I take?'
After the we went to the Burger Palace for our burgers and shakes.
There were several classmates there, mostly friends of Denise's. She
acknowledged them and was very polite, but didn't ignore me to talk to
them. She let it be known, without saying anything directly, that she was
with me and they could talk in school on Monday.
I was having the time of my life, and Denise actually seemed to be
enjoying her date with me. When we were sipping our shakes, our eyes made
contact and sort of locked onto one another. If eyes could talk, I know
what mine were saying. Denise's beautiful blue eyes seemed to be saying
the same thing. 'This can't really be happening,' I thought to myself. I
knew that she appreciated the help that I had given her with her math, but
she seemed to be conveying much more than appreciation with those beautiful
eyes. She was making me feel like I had never felt before. I began to
feel more confident, self-assured.
We eventually snapped out of it and I drove her home. When I pulled
into her driveway and turned the ignition off, I looked over into those
beautiful eyes again, this time, with my new-found confidence, I took the
initiative. I reached out and took hold of her hand. "Denise, I really
enjoyed myself this evening. I wonder, would you like to do it again
She leaned over toward me and kissed me softly on the lips. She pulled
back a bit, smiled and said, "yes, I would. I had a good time tonight
too." I knew for sure that I had been dreaming. She actually accepted my
invitation for a real date, not merely a test score celebration.
I hopped out of the car, ran to the passenger side, opened the door for
her, held out my hand and we walked hand-in-hand to the front door. She
turned and looked me in the eye again. She sort of puckered up and closed
her eyes, and I leaned over and kissed her. Our lips remained together as
I put my arms around her and held her close. I placed more pressure on her
lips, and she responded by putting her arms around me and putting more
pressure with her lips, but kept them together. It was a strong,
affectionate kiss, but not a passionate one.
I didn't sleep at all that night, thoughts of Denise and the fact that
she seemed to like me danced through my head. I couldn't wait to see her
again, to talk to her.
I called her early the next afternoon. We started making small talk, as
teenagers will do, when she said, "you know, Rich, I have a to
make." Now what, I thought. "I've known for some time that you liked me.
You've had a difficult time hiding it. You were so cute, and so shy. I
liked you too, and tried to send you some subtle hints, but you didn't pick
up on them. When my asked my why we hadn't ever gone out, I told her
that you were very shy, so she suggested the test score celebration. If I
had waited for you to ask me out, I may have wound up an spinster!" We
both laughed at the thought of poor spinster Denise.
"I know it isn't *cool* for me to tell you this, but I want you to know
how I feel. I've had crushes on other before, but I've never felt as
deeply about any of them as I do you. I think it's because we became
friends first. I've gotten to know you as a wonderful person, then as a
boyfriend, yes, I said boyfriend. I know that we are supposed to
wait for the to ask us to go steady, but I know how I feel about you
and I'm pretty sure you feel the same way about me," she said and my heart
"I'm crazy about you Denise," I replied.
"I'm so glad we got that out of the way. Now we can start having some
serious discussions about how many children we're going to have, where
we're going to live, etc.," she chuckled.
On our next date, we skipped the burger and shakes and drove out to a
secluded spot to neck. We did just that, kissing passionately for hours.
My hormones were raging, and I'm pretty sure hers were, too.
Denise broke away for a brief moment and asked, "are you a virgin?"
I thought about it for awhile, "no guy likes to admit it, but I am." I
paused, almost afraid to ask for fear of her answer, "are you?"
"Yes, yes I am. I've been saving myself for the right guy, my future
husband," she responded. "Don't get excited, I don't want to have sex now,
but I do want to have it with you when the time is right. I want it to be
something very special, don't you?" She asked.
"Oh, yes," I grimaced. My hopes had risen to new heights, then dashed
all in a matter of seconds. I smiled a little as I told her, "I've never
even necked with a before. How far have you gone with other boys?"
"Most of them tried to feel me up, you know, but I wouldn't let them.
Some of them managed to grab one of my boobs, but I quickly pushed them
away," she responded. "I know that I have the reputation of being frigid,
but I don't care. I know that I'm not, and that I'll enjoy sex with the
right guy, you, when the time is right. I dream about it all the time."
I absorbed all of what she had just said, paused, then asked, "do you
She was taken a bit by surprise, but answered honestly. "Yes,
sometimes. Do you?"
"All the time," I responded.
She giggled. "I guess I do it more often than I wanted to admit."
Just necking with Denise had gotten me aroused, but the talk about sex
and masturbation was just too much. My hard-on was trying its damndest to
push its way through my briefs and pants. She looked down at my bulge and
asked, "have you ever seen a naked?"
"Only in magazine pictures."
"I've never seen a guy's erection, either. I've seen my younger
brother's penis when he was a lot younger, but it wasn't erect. I've seen
bulges in pants, like yours right now, but never the real deal," she
said and giggled. We then proceeded to neck some more.
Denise broke away again and said, "may I see it now?"
When I recovered from my shock, I said, "sure." I unzipped my pants,
fumbled around and finally fished it out for her to see.
"Oooh," she moaned as her eyes focused on my boner. "It's even nicer
than I had imagined." She stared at it for the longest time.
I didn't know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut while she enjoyed the
sight of my hard cock. "I can't wait until you stick that thing in me. I
know that it'll feel really good," she whispered.
"Would you like to touch it?" I asked brazenly.
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all, in fact, I'd like that a lot."
She slowly reached her hand over and touched it with her fingertips. I
flinched and moaned just a bit. She smiled and put her hand completely
around it, very gently. "It feels wonderful. It's just so, so hard, yet
so soft and velvety." I noticed that she was breathing every bit as heavily
as I was, she was really turned on.
"Would you like to stroke it?" I asked.
"Oh yes, if I may. But won't you shoot your, you know, stuff all over
"It wouldn't take too many strokes for me to do that," I told her. She
started stroking anyway. It wasn't long before I began to stiffen up and
told her that I was ready to cum.
"You can't mess up your father's caaa...ummmmmmm," I heard her say as
she quickly moved her mouth over the head of my cock and increased the
stroking. At that moment I exploded into her mouth, after spurt.
She kept her mouth right there, trying her best to catch it all. Some did
leak out and began running down the shaft of my cock. She swallowed all
that she had in her mouth and then licked off the rest.
She looked up at me, smiled and said, "thanks for letting me do that, it
was really good. Was it good for you?"
"Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable," I responded as I pulled her
head up and kissed her passionately, getting a taste of my own in the
We continued our sexual experimentation, orally and digitally, over the
next six or eight months, eventually reaching the point where we just
couldn't hold off any longer. We were both fully committed to one another
and ready to take our relationship to the next level. In preparation for
the big event, I had purchased several books on sex technique, and had
studied them thoroughly. I so wanted the first time to be pleasurable for
Denise. I felt that my pleasure would come from pleasing her, I loved her
The opportunity presented itself one Saturday evening when Denise's
parents had gone out with friends, and her attended a sleep-over at
a friend's house. We had her parent's house to ourselves for at least
three hours. I arrived shortly after her had departed, packing a
box of condoms. I wanted to be sure we had enough, pregnancy was out of
Denise greeted me excitedly, and I could tell she was as nervous as I
was. The time had come to perform the 'big dance,' and we were like two
little kids, running loose in a candy store. We dispensed with the
preliminaries and immediately dashed up to her bedroom. Upon reaching her
bedroom, our mood changed dramatically, everything slowed down to a crawl.
The excited giddiness disappeared, having been replaced by a calm
seriousness - this was it!
We turned to face one another and looked lovingly into each other's
eyes. I reached out, took hold of her and held her close, we hugged each
other for several minutes. I lifted her chin up, looked lovingly into her
eyes and gave her a gentle, sweet kiss. She responded, and the sweet,
loving kiss evolved into a very passionate tongue dance. As the passion
increased, I began to remove her blouse, bra, jeans and panties, in that
order. I laid her back onto the bed and slowly removed my clothes. She
smiled seductively and licked her chops when my hard-as-steel cock sprang
out from my briefs.
I moved onto the bed and lay next to her. Our lips locked and our
tongues dueled once again. As we kissed passionately, I moved my right
hand gently, very gently, in a circular motion around her right breast,
slowly closing in on her nipple. She sighed as I neared her nipple, and
let out an audible moan, even as our lips remained locked, as I gently
I broke the kiss and moved my mouth down to her breasts. I began
licking, and gently gumming her nipples, both left and right,
trying not to play favorites. As I was feasting on her nipples, she was
trying to reach my cock, but couldn't, because of our body positions.
I shifted my body as I slowly licked my way down her abdomen. I reached
and licked rings around her navel. In my new position, she was able to
reach my cock and began to stroke it, I moaned as she did so. I shifted my
body again to where we each had oral access to our respective sex organs. I
began to lightly flick her slit with my tongue while she flicked the head
of my cock with hers. We were both moaning with increased arousal and
pleasure. I found and flicked her clit as she took the head of my cock
into her mouth, as our moaning increased. I took her clit between my lips
and began to suck on it as she followed suit and took my cock deeper into
I could feel myself fast approaching the point of no return and I sensed
that Denise was close, as well. We had been to that point before, and had
brought each other to orgasm, but not on this occasion. I pulled my head
away from her slit and my cock out of her mouth, as she moaned
I got up, reached over to the night stand for a condom and handed it to
her. She fumbled a little, but finally managed to roll it onto my stiff
cock. I spread her legs and positioned my cock at the entrance to her wet,
sweet love tunnel. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit for
several minutes, making sure I contacted her clit each time, she gasped
each time I touched her clit.
"I love you Denise, you're so beautiful, so sexy," I whispered to her in
"I love you too Rich."
"Are you ready?"
"Ohhh, yesssssss. GOD, am I so very ready!"
I gently pushed the head into her canal. It slid in easily as she was
sopping wet and well lubricated. As gently as I could, I pushed into her
until I felt some resistance. I had known that this was going to be
pleasurable, but I had no idea that I would feel that exhilarating, my cock
in a pussy, Denise's pussy, for the first time.
"Let's both push together, when you're ready," I whispered to her.
She thrust her hips up to meet me as I shoved my cock deep into her
"Owww, Ohhhhhhhhh," she uttered, first in pain then pleasure.
"Did it hurt?"
"A little, but don't stop. Take me, take me now, please."
The feeling of exhilaration was intensified as my cock was fully buried
into her exquisite pussy. Incredible! Absolutely incredible! Many have
tried to describe that feeling of initial penetration, all have been left
I pulled back and began thrusting in and out, in and out, very slowly at
first, then gradually increasing the tempo. Her moans were punctuated by
groans of pleasure, each time I pushed my cock deep into her pussy. As my
tempo increased, she became louder and more vocal.
"Ohhh, ughhh, ohhh, ughh. OHHH, YESS!"
She began convulsing in an intensive orgasm, and I couldn't hold back
any longer and let go with my own orgasm. I pumped the condom full of my
creamy as I grunted and groaned in ecstasy.
Minutes later, as my limp cock slithered out of her sopping pussy, I
rolled off and held her tight. We reinforced our love for one another and
vowed to make love to each other, like we had just done, for the rest of
To this day, some fifteen years later, we've kept those vows. Denise
and I are happily married, have two wonderful children and enjoy an active
sex life together. I'm still counting my blessings, I love and adore her
every bit as much as I did in the beginning, maybe more so, and she returns
Any and all comments are appreciated.
Please send to: CharleyAce@hotmail.com