I lost my William early in 2001. He was a writer who, one day,
planned to use my diary, which I kept through our courtship
and beyond, as a basis for true erotic stories. William and I
enjoyed reading erotic of this type. He planned to use
the pen name Billy Hand. As a means of therapy for dealing with
his loss, I have taken up the project. Though not as accomplished
a writer as William, I too, write professionally for travel and
vacation guides. I hope you enjoy our as much as I did
living them.
Whether you believe our or not, trust me when I say then
have been embellished little.
Our sexual awakening is told in the CARREE LOVES BILLY series.
There are 10 separate other to be written, from Williams
outlines, about specific days and events in our sexual lives.
This is the actual first one of the series after Carree Loves
Billy. It was hard for me to write this one right away because I
knew I had to deal with a situation similar to the one where I
lost my William. Thank you to the many people who wrote and
encouraged me to put the pieces of Megan and Jimmy's loose ends
together from the original story.
This is an account of the days following our first sexual
encounters at my home and in Bill's over the garage
study. That all happened the weekend before Thanksgiving 1991.
This begins where Carree Loves Billy ended. Here they deal
with friends and their newfound sexual lives.
It has been nearly a year since I lost my William and recalling
and recounting this period has been happy/sad for me. For the
happy part, I know William is smiling down on me.
I hope you enjoy it.
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CARREE, AFTER THE LOVING
Monday morning I woke as a new and different person as the one
who went to classes on Friday. Saturday and Sunday had totally
changed my life as a woman and as a lover. I also had changed my
own parents' perspective of me as their daughter. They knew that
I was in love with Bill and he with me. They also understood,
somewhat reluctantly, that he and I were totally committed to
each other and planned to live our lives as a couple. I knew that
I had committed my body, and it pleasures, to Bill, and his to
mine. The only pleasure and commitment that would go un-acted on
was true sexual intercourse. That was a promise we made to each
other, to fulfill to each other, when the time was right, when we
were and in a position to handle the possible result of
that union, pregnancy.
I stood at the mirror doing a deep clean on my face when I
paused. I looked at the lips on my face, my mouth. Just a few
hours earlier they had given my lover great pleasure. I had taken
his seed into my mouth and tasted his very being, his gift of
life. We had made love with our mouths to each other, had
satisfied our great curiosities of each other's sexual beings.
I was surprised I was being so philosophical about all that had
happened. I think there was a fear that I might feel cheap, but
instead I felt the beauty of it. My decision to show Bill how I
satisfied myself, after his unfulfilled necking sessions with me,
was a good one. I left no doubt in his mind how I felt towards
him. His fear of my rejection had now waned and he opened up to
show me his fantasies of how he wanted to love me. I lost count
of the orgasms he had given me, how he had brought me to the
pinnacle of sexual pleasure, and how satisfied and happy he had
made me. I was so happy with everything that being in love could
bring, and our sexual passions had only been tweaked at, the
surface just scratched. We had so much more to look forward to.
How could I, at a few days shy of starting my eighteenth year,
feel so sure and secure in the love of the rest of my life?
Those questions went unanswered as my perusal of life came to an
abrupt halt with a banging on the bathroom door.
"Carree, I'm so sorry, pumpkin, but I have to get back in there,"
my Dad bellowed. "I know I used up most of the hot water already
on you, but nature is screaming at me and I need that room back."
My Dad was, as my categorized, like a teenage girl, in the
shower. He would be under the hot water for 20-25 minutes,
leaving a lukewarm reception for the next user, unless you could
wait a half hour for the tank to refill and reheat. I was about
20 minutes into that half hour wait when he banged on the door.
"Daddy," I pleaded, "Can't you do that stuff while you're in here
in the first place? Leave the fan on and spray."
I still had 45 minutes to shower and dry my hair, get dressed and
eat a little breakfast before Bill picked me up for school. My
Mom had called me downstairs when she heard my plight.
"Carree, I just poured your coffee and juice, why don't you eat
now and save time later," she said from the foyer. I was already
on my way down in my robe before she finished the sentence.
I turned into the kitchen and saw my juice, coffee, and a fruit
salad with granola waiting for me. sat down with me and
started the conversation right away.
"I hate to say this, but you and Bill seem like a real good
couple, Carree. While we sat and talked with the two of you last
night I found it hard to believe that you were that mature. I can
see where Bill is very special to you. You are both very
comfortable with each other and act like an couple. Just
remember that you are both and your views and personalities
change, don't take each other for granted. Learn to grow with
each other. My God, I'm talking to my 17 year like
she's 25," my rambled.
I was surprised at her candor and was proud that her attitude had
changed about us. I wanted her to take us at face value, not as
her little with a boy, and she had done that.
"Mom, I know things change and don't always turn out like we
plan. But I know I'm only 17, and in spite of that, I never felt
so right about anything. He just seems so natural for me. Our
hearts beat as one sometimes. He makes me feel, . . . special." I
said. As the words left my lips I know I blushed and I know my
Mom saw it.
"Just remember not to mistake sex for love, honey, and what you
told me about staying out of trouble, you know, . . . that way,"
my said uncomfortably.
I reached out and touched her hand and told her not to worry,
that as much as I loved Bill, I was still taking one day at a
time, in many ways. I didn't broach the "virginity" issue. If she
needed more assurance after our little spat yesterday, I wasn't
going to satisfy her anyway.
Dad came in the kitchen as we finished our little talk.
"Give it a few minutes Carree and it should be safe and you will
have enough hot water. Sorry to hold you up," he apologized and
continued. "Your and I are happy with Bill as your
boyfriend. I hope you know that 17 is pretty to say you've
made as big of a decision as knowing who you want to live your
life with. But, I really like him. He really adores you, pumpkin.
He made me a little jealous, yesterday."
"I'm really glad you both like him," I said. "But, you do know
that this is the same Bill I have been seeing since eighth grade.
You act like you never met him before."
" I KNOW that," my said. " He just seems so grown up now, and
he was always so shy and quiet when we were around. He really has
opened up. He's lost that little aura about him, like he's
been awakened to the world."
After my made that statement, she paused and then I saw her
blush and look at me. As soon as she made eye contact she got up
to refill her coffee cup. I took that as a cue to get to the
shower. My 45-minute window was closed to 35 and I might have to
hurry a little now. I couldn't help but chuckle a little, to
myself, as my realized what it might be that erased the
little aura from Bill.
As I hit the top of the stairs I heard my yell one more time.
"Darn it all Carree, Megan Parker called for you 3 times
yesterday and wanted you to get back to her. I'm so sorry I
forgot to tell you yesterday."
Damn, I thought to myself. I was supposed to call her "no matter
how late" on Saturday night when I got home. My duties as best
friend had been shunned. During my shower I beat myself up for
not calling her when she really needed someone. I had no excuse,
except that I had just swallowed my lovers for the first
time. I was so satiated and in the free fall of love at the time,
even the best of friends were forgotten in that special moment.
As I switched my hairdryer off I heard my speaking to someone
downstairs. My Dad had left for work during my shower, I had seen
his car go down the drive, and so I wondered whom it could be.
One more pause to listen told me it was Bill. He normally just
blew the horn and waited.
My was in the foyer as I came out of the bathroom. "Carree,
Bill is here. He beeped, but you couldn't hear over your dryer.
You have 5 minutes; it's only 10 after. He was early. We're
having coffee."
Oh my God, I thought to myself. Bill having coffee with my Mom!
Maybe he's telling her now good her is at oral sex.
Ummmmmm, Well, maybe not. The 2 of them getting along to this
extent, and my feeling comfortable enough to call him in,
only encouraged me more that my approval of Bill was
real.
I came downstairs with my coat already on and my books in tow. I
kissed Bill hello and my goodbye as he finished his coffee
and stood up when I came into the room.
"Good morning Carree," Bill said, "I guess I was a little early.
I must be anxious because this is a short week."
"Short week?" my asked"
"Regular classes today and tomorrow, Mass and assembly on
Wednesday with early dismissal for Thanksgiving," I explained.
With that we were out the door and on our way. We made small talk
on the way to school as I sat and watched Bills face in my
infatuation of the state of our relationship. The fact that
neither he nor I, were bubbling about sex, told me that we were
comfortable with all that happened, and it had fallen into place
in our lives without being awkward. We were right in what we did.
Although I was mad at myself for forgetting my best friend, when
she needed me, I was pretty happy with life right now. My first
chore of the day was to seek out Megan.
Bill let me off and we kissed goodbye, and as I pulled away I had
to go back for another smooch with a little tongue. He grinned
and said, "I love you, YOU made my life this weekend."
I kissed him back one more time and said "Goodbye lover, it can
only get better," as I squeezed his thigh and ran into the main
door. I didn't want to go all the way to the parking lot and walk
back in the cold.
I had enough time to get to Meg's homeroom before the first bell,
but as I went by Heidi Stewart's office I heard my name called.
It was Heidi and I really wanted to make like I hadn't heard her
so I could find Meg, but she called again.
"Carree, . . . Carree Kasc!! I have a message for you from Megan
Parker." Heidi hollered over the din of the busy hallway.
I stopped in my tracks and fought off the rushing students to
backtrack to Heidi's open door.
"Come in and close the door so you can hear," Heidi said as I
came back and looked in around the rush of passing students.
I went in and closed the door and Heidi said, "Megan just called
in late for first period, but wanted you to give her a call this
morning. She has study halls and gym until lunch and won't be in
until after lunch period. She's not feeling well. Sounds like,
you know, THAT time."
"Oh yeah", I exclaimed, "We have the same rotation today. I can
call her after theology. Thanks Heidi err, Ms Stewart," I said as
I turned to the door.
"Carree, I have to go home to wait for a furniture delivery at
9:30. Do you want to go with me and stop at Megan's? She sounded
pretty upset. I can mark you excused from gym, as long as you
don't have too many X's. I'll put you down the same as Megan. I
mark them as "cycle", and then there are no questions. Never ever
tell anyone about me doing this, though. I know how upset Meg is
and she really wants to talk to you."
"I don't have any X's in gym, Ms Stewart. I was supposed to call
Meg on Saturday night, and then I was out all day yesterday and
my forgot to tell me she called until this morning."
Heidi scribbled out a pass to leave my second period study hall
and gave it to me, saying "Meet me right here at 9:15, and
remember, not a word. It's really no big deal, but . . . you
know. OK?"
"I'll see you then Ms. Stewart," I said as I left and headed to
homeroom.
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Heidi Stewart pulled up in front of her house just as the
furniture truck was getting there.
"I was going to walk you over to Parkers, Care, but I have to let
the in. I have a path shoveled to the gate on the back fence.
Just go through and knock on Meg's back door. I never got a
chance to call her and say you were coming, but I'm sure she will
be glad to see you," Heidi said, as she gave me the bums rush.
I knocked on Parkers back door on the patio and when Megan came
to answer it I hardly recognized her.
"Oh my God Megan, did Jimmy do that to you?" I was astonished at
how and blotchy her face was and appeared to have a black
eye.
"No, No, the son of a bitch broke my heart, but he didn't lay a
hand on me. I would have handed him his balls if he did. I've
been crying and I tried some eye drops and my eyes had a
reaction. Then, I rubbed my right eye so much; I may end up with
a shiner. (She started crying again) Look at me! I am such a
fuckin' mess. And YOU, you son of a bitch, some kind of best
friend you are. I'm hoarse from screaming at my phone to ring,
waiting for your call!!"
I reached out and hugged Megan and apologized and explained about
not getting her messages, and calling after 2:00 a.m. on Saturday
seemed unreasonable. She seemed to understand, but she was still
a basket-case.
I put my arm around her and walked her to the living room and sat
her down and asked her if she ate yet. She hadn't and I went out
and made coffee and put on some hot water for instant oatmeal I
saw on the counter. All the while we talked in raised voices from
kitchen to living room. I told her how Heidi got me out of school
and found me this morning, just small talk until we could talk
eye to eye. Speaking of that eye, I went to the bathroom and
found an ice bag for her eye. In about 7 minutes flat, I had some
coffee, hot oatmeal and an ice bag on a tray going into the
living room.
"Oh Care, how could I have been mad at you. You're here like a
Florence Nightingale to help me." Megan said as she touched my
arm.
"Sit back and let me get the ice bag started while your coffee
and cereal cools, Now, I know it's cold, but that eye needs it.
Grin and bear it you little bitch, for calling me names," I said
kidding her. I knew she was pissed when I didn't call and
probably called me every name in the book.
She put her head back and said "If you only knew . . Owww, THAT'S
COLD, you son of a bitch. Ooops there I go again."
"No shit Megan, what did you think ICE would be?" I said.
"Just lie back and bear it for a minute or two. Shut your gutter
mouth and calm down and listen to me for a minute. Umm, Bill and
I have been pretty sexy the last couple days. We are like this
amazing couple right now. I'm not saying this to make you jealous
or anything, just be happy for me Meg. God, I love him so damn
much, and we really got, oh I don't know what you call it, sexy,
like I said."
"You didn't do it, did you?" Megan asked cautiously.
"NO, of course not," I said "but we sure were into each other,
Meg. He is just the best guy there could ever be. I can't tell
you how much I love him. He is so special. But, enough about me,
take a deep breath and spill your guts about Jimmy."
Meg sat up and took her coffee and sipped a couple swallows and
laid back and put the ice back on her eye, and began to talk.
"Well, it didn't go how I wanted it to, but I ended it MY way not
his. He came over to pick me up and I wouldn't go with him. I
insisted he come in and we hash things out at my house. My
parents were over at Heidi's for cards. I sat him right here on
the sofa and told him how much I really cared for him, that I
thought I loved him, that he was real special to me. Although I
was only a sophomore, he was a senior and we had to prepare for
spending long periods of time apart. I told him I wanted to share
special moments with him, you know, personal sexual things that
tie the binds of people who love each other and want to express
it. But, I let him know that I was not prepared to have
intercourse with him on any basis. We had done it before but now
I had changed my feelings about it. It didn't mean I cared for
him any less, and it didn't mean that I was going to hold sexual
intercourse as ransom for the promise of rings, trips, you know,
all that baloney. I didn't want to trade a roll in the hay for a
nice time.
He sat there with this long face on and I held his face in my
hands and looked him square in the eye and told him, If there
were no risk of getting pregnant, I would fuck him everyday and
twice on any he wanted. I loved sex. I enjoyed sex. But it was
only with him. Although we had only done it twice and each time I
was afraid and had reservations, I loved it. But, it wasn't the
fucking, it was making love to HIM.
To pack up with his friends and go away for a weekend to screw in
a tent in the woods, or in a cabin, or any other arrangement,
seemed cheap, and not something that people in love would do. If
he said he wanted to take me and make love to me in front of his
friends to show them how much he loved me, it would be one thing,
not that I would do that.
I asked him if his friends ever screwed around with their other
friends' dates, and he said, "not usually". That wasn't a NO,
Carree!. I told him I was that he wanted to treat me that
way.
Here, I want to be something special and give of myself, and he
wants to go to something like an orgy, where I might get shared.
I thought I was his girlfriend, not his conquest or contribution
to a pot luck supper!
Then I set myself up for the big hurt.
I asked him if he ever had any kind of sex, even just necking,
with any other girl, besides me, since we started dating.
He never hesitated and said NO. Just the way I asked him and the
way he answered, I knew he was not lying.
Then I asked him if would turn down an offer of sex from another
girl when he went away to school.
Again he answered NO right away and said he wouldn't do anything
with anyone if he and I committed to each other.
But then he told me, the only commitment he would accept was,
regular intercourse, fucking. He said if I liked doing it, and I
felt about him as strong as he felt about me, it shouldn't be a
problem.
If we had regular sex, he wouldn't go away with his senior
buddy's and their little whores."
"Carree, if he said he loved me so much that he would honor his
commitment to me when he went away, and he had never cheated on
me at all, why did I have to screw him to prove anything to him?
He said that if I really loved him I would want to do it all the
time. I was crying, and he felt bad that he made me cry and I
went to get a tissue. When I came back I had a box with most of
the stuff he had given me, things that I considered tokens on
love. This was to be MY power play.
I told him that I enjoyed the time we had spent together, and had
no regrets that I gave him my virginity. At the time it was
right, and that was all that mattered," Megan rambled on, holding
back tears.
"He got real pissed off and wanted to know what the big deal
about sex was. All his friends did it all the time, BUT I wanted
to make it seem like we were the only couple that ever snuck away
and did it for the first time.
I told him that giving my body to another human being was a big
deal and I was willing to do lots of stuff with him to express my
love, but not that, not now.
That should be held in a special place because of the
consequences of pregnancy and what it could do to the rest of our
lives. I told him I only had one life and I wanted to live it in
a way I would be happy, and I thought he was the one I wanted to
share it with.
Then he got pissed and took the box of things and said I would
never see it again, he would bury it.
He said to not call him anymore; he was going to get on with his
life. He was an idiot for going out with a kid, just because she
had nice tits.
He was saying things to me, being a shit head. I was
screaming at him that he was an asshole, that he really loved me
and wasn't enough to admit it. He was letting his friends
decide whom he should be with. I really let loose," she
continued.
"He finally got up, took the box and stormed out the door, and
I've been crying here ever since," she said as she sought me out
for a hug.
We hugged and then I calmed her down enough to get her to eat and
finish her coffee and get the ice bag back on her eye. I kept her
quiet and had her just listen to me. I said I thought he would
come back, but not to wait for that to happen.
To sit and moon over a guy, who wanted a sperm receptacle, even
though his heart was in the right place, was crazy.
I think Jimmy really loved her, but let his friends tell him what
love was supposed to mean, and that meant regular screwing. Why
he wouldn't even go down the avenues of alternative sex was
beyond me. Was it not macho enough?
Jimmy had issues and until he got them resolved, I told Megan,
she shouldn't blame herself. She had to toughen up and get on and
stop feeling sorry for herself.
She clearly was swinging the hammer if there was any chance of
reconciliation. She agreed that she should not bend from her
position. It was her life she was dealing with. She wanted that
life to be spent being in love with Jimmy, but he clearly loved
himself and his friends lives more.
We sat on the sofa together thinking the situation over. She
pulled the ice bag from her eye and asked if it was doing any
good, and it clearly was. I told her to lie back and relax and
she might be able to go through the afternoon at school without a
question being asked. I told her that if a nun or anyone asked
about her appearance, just to say she had her period. That
usually ended those kinds of conversations abruptly.
"Megan, I don't mean to pry to be nosey, tell me to get lost if
you want, but, did you ever let Jimmy think that you were going
to start putting out on a regular basis and hang around with
those goons he calls friends or classmates?" I asked.
"After he had me at his camp he sort of intimated that we
would be doing it again real soon. I told him that I would need a
while to erase the guilt and fear from the first time before I
ever thought to do it again.
Then he was mad and said he never did a just once, that he
always screwed them a lot of times before he sent them moving on.
Macho bullshit!!
Obviously I blew up at him. I knew he was lying about other
girls, I had to put his damn condom on, he had no clue. I don't
think he knew what a clitoris was!"
"We had seen the film in sex ed class demonstrating putting a
condom on a cucumber. Ours was the only class to see that!" Meg
explained.
"The nuns shut the class down the next day. That was when the
public school would send students for Religious Ed to St Pius, so
the city council wanted the Sex Ed class to be taught to us.You
know, the whole forced morality thing."
"We were supposed to have an instructor from City Central show
each Gym class the movie. It made one showing before they shut
that down. But anyway, about the condom, I knew to pinch an inch
and roll down without using fingernails. He had no idea, and it
was totally apparent that he had never used one or put one on."
"He had no idea about opening my bra and when he played . .
Geez Care, this is a little embarrassing." Meg said pausing,
"Ummm, when he played around, "down there", he just poked his
finger in and never even looked or felt for my clit." She said as
she moved her averted eyes to mine."
"Oh shit, I can see you're embarrassed too, I'm sorry," Meg said.
"No, please go ahead, let's at least talk like grown up
girlfriends, I want to help you out if I can," I said.
"Ohh God," she exasperated, "anyway I told him to find IT to help
me get wet, meaning to stimulate me a little. But, he said, he
did find it and he had his finger in it. How stupid was he? I
knew then, that all his macho talk was bullshit."
"That was why I told you guys, at the truth or dare sleepover, so
much about holding it and how wonderful it felt in your hand. I
had it in my hand more than he had it in HIS that day! I didn't
own one, but knew what to do with it, at least!" she said.
"I don't know if he really asked me out because I had big
for a sophomore, or not. I don't think he was making any ground
with those whorey sluts his friends hang with, and he saw me as
someone as gullible and susceptible as he was."
"But if we were ever in their company, there was always about 3
or 4 and 4 or 5 girls, he always treated me cheap, like the
others treated their girlfriends. I avoided going out with them
as much as possible."
"They openly joked about screwing, oral sex, you know all stuff
couples keep as personal. I couldn't understand why he hung with
them.
Jimmy was nothing like them, and if he hung with the from
our class, you know ones in our crowd, he was always a great
guy."
"But the peer pressure from his senior friends made him an
asshole. I'm for a sophomore, like you, but Jimmy is
for a senior. I think he's only a couple months than me. I
think they gave him the idea that I should be screwing him every
chance he wants, and if I didn't put out, I must be cold or
giving it to someone else." Meg said, a deep breath.
"He does all this macho sex talk crap with those people, and then
he would see a cute little teddy bear on a gold chain with a
diamond in its belly button, and buy it for me, even though it
means we have no gas money for the weekend. YOU figure him out.
Which guy is he?
I know he cares about me, but he cares what those other jerks
think more, it seems."
"My Judy thinks he looks up to these as mentors,
tough guys, because he's a little younger than they are. He wants
to be in a position where a "new" Jimmy will come along and want
to be like HIM.
When is he going to wake up and see these people as the jerks
they are?
I mean, Carree, I love you, and look up to you in some ways, but
I don't want to be in the same room with you when you have sex,
even necking or what ever with Billy, er, Bill . . . sorry."
"He made the thought of having sex with him real exciting the
first time and I really wanted to do it, I had so many questions
and I wanted to keep him as my boyfriend. I saw so many
possibilities, because he was so nice to me.
I liked it and I had an orgasm, even though I had to help it. But
about a month later we did it again at his house and I was really
getting into it and he yanked it out of me, having already in
the condom. He ran to the bathroom and came back to get me to
hurry, making sure his didn't catch us.
He just did it to say he did it.
I enjoyed it, but I wanted an orgasm. He just came and I guess he
liked it for a second, but he ran and took off the condom and he
was done - period. That's when I decided I would not run the risk
anymore for the little I got out of it, especially when I can do
better alone or with him watching me alone."
Meg finished her as she pulled the ice from her eye and
looked at me for a reaction to how the eye looked.
"Your eye looks 100 per cent better Meg, all the swelling is down
and the little black and blue that shows can be covered with
make-up. Just don't rub or cry anymore." I said.
I continued, "I think he's going to come back to you Meg. He was
spending more and more time with our crowd in the last month or
so. I think he just had some time with his crowd who told him
that he should be getting more, as if sex is the only thing there
is in a relationship. Being a sophomore and being very
attractive, I think you were originally his trophy for those
guys. I agree with Judy. He hadn't planned on falling for you.
When he did, I think they told him he was a wimp. He said he only
dated you because you had big tits. That was probably the truth.
That's why I say you were his trophy. You two clicked right away
and it caught him off guard."
"I hope you're right. If not, if he remains this macho jerk, I
may have to seek him out and kick him in the balls," Meg said
laughing.
"Real grown up," I added with a smirk. "So, am I back in your ski
trip plans or not?" I asked.
"I guess you were NEVER REALLY out of them. Inviting Jimmy to go
with me was going to be rape avoidance, for me, all weekend, plus
if my and Dad ever found out, I would be really screwed. You
never really thought you weren't going with me, did you?" Meg
asked.
"Not really. I didn't see how you could pull it off. Why don't
you put Jimmy on the back burner and lets concentrate on fun this
weekend. If it's as much fun as last year with your parents, it
will be great." I said as I got up to start picking up.
Meg got up and hugged me again. "I knew you couldn't be the bitch
that I hoped would "die a virgin" all Saturday and Sunday. (we
both laughed) "I'm going to shower and get ready for school. I
can give you a ride back with me, even though my says "no
riders" yet. It's only a little ways. You trust me to drive
right?"
I told her I did, and she ran up the stairs to shower and dress,
while I picked up her mess. We both got back to school in time
for the first period after lunch, and Meg looked OK. If I saw
Jimmy alone this afternoon, I was going to give him a piece of my
mind, the little bastard. What he did to my friend was strictly
rotten and he was going to hear from me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn't see Jimmy that day or the next. On Wednesday there was
supposed to be a senior skip, but when it was announced that the
Bishop would be saying the Thanksgiving Mass in the Gym, there
was a general announcement that the skip was not authorized and
anyone who was absent would be disciplined. Usually this kind of
an infraction meant that quarterly marks would not be mailed,
they would have to be picked up with a parent present, or some
other little threat. I figured Jimmy would cancel his skip so I
had asked Bill to bring me into school 10 minutes early. He knew
what I wanted to do, so he went along with my plan.
Bill let me off just in front of school before he went to the
lot. Seniors could park on the street in front of school so I
knew where to lay in wait for my prey.
Bill and I would wait until after Mass to say our weekend
goodbyes.
I hated not seeing him for 4 days, but last weekend we made up
for a lot of future lost time. Tuesday night Bill had to rush
home to get to work after school, so we had a nice long phone
session after he finally got home from work. A couple times we
caught each other saying how we missed our little "sessions" from
last weekend. We had both promised to not be as wild and active
as we had been last weekend, sexually.
Unless the time and place presented itself, any sex acts like
last weekends, were not going to happen. As much as we loved each
other, we knew the day when we would be alone together was far
off.
Great temptations for intercourse, like last weeks, would be
harder to resist if we were at each other that often.
The necking, rubbing, touching, and even masturbation, when
things got real hot, would have to satisfy our urges. Before Bill
left with his to Thanksgiving in Vermont, I wanted a nice
long special goodbye, and I bet he did to.
I had no more gotten out of Bills car when Jimmy drove up. He
parked his car right behind Benny Smiths car. Benny was one of
the senior jerks that used to try and date underclass "to
break them in right". He made me sick. My friend Jenny calls him
Fonzie, because of the way he acts. He really thinks that he can
get girls, like the character did. He was one of the that
Jimmy looked up to.
"Jimmy Beauchamp, I have to talk to you," I called out.
He turned and saw me, and already I knew he wished he hadn't.
"What does SHE want you to tell me, Carree?" He said with a
sneer.
I got right in his face. I always liked Jimmy. We had been out
with he and Meg a lot as a couple, so I had no fear of him.
"SHE doesn't have anything to say to you, you lowlife piece of
shit," I swore to make sure he knew I was pissed.
"You are so wrapped up in being macho with the bunch of losers
you hang with that you can't even admit you love her, can you? I
see all the trinkets and things you buy her. I bet your hoodlum
friends would be surprised to see the cutesy stuff you buy her.
Maybe you took her little bear with the diamond in it and gave it
to your pal Benny.
On second thought, maybe you didn't.
I know because, you can't look at that bear without thinking
about her, can you? You look at it and know it's the only thing
you have left of her, and you threw her away.
I always really liked you Jimmy, mainly because I call Meg my
best friend. Everyone told her she was stupid to date a senior,
and she stuck with you, despite the trashy reputations of your
friends.
She saw the good in you. You will never find a dearer friend than
you had in her. I also know you took advantage of her, too.
That's something she can never get back again, Jimmy. It's too
bad you can't just admit how you feel about her and tell your
friends to, to, to . . . just FUCK OFF if they don't like it.
You may not have lost her yet, you asshole, but if you have, it
serves you right. She can't believe the real Jimmy Beauchamp,
that she knows, would have given her an ultimatum like THAT. You
let trash put ideas in your head Jimmy. Wake up!!"
I turned on a heel and walked away. I hadn't quite drawn a crowd,
but there were many in earshot to know what I had said. I'm sure
many of them had never, and will never again, hear me use that
kind of language. I saw what he did to Megan, how devastated she
was. She was my dearest friend and the thought of her dreams
going up in smoke like that, for no real reason, rubbed me raw. I
wasn't sorry for what I said; I just wish the audience were
smaller.
When I got to the school door I turned around to see if Jimmy was
catching up, to give me a piece of his mind, but he was gone. No
actually, I saw he was back in his car, sitting there looking
straight ahead. Good, I hope he felt like a heel.
Good God, how lucky was I to have Bill? It took a while for him
to wake up, but things really looked good for us, now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
The next couple weeks flew by as I was preparing for the
Holidays. I didn't really have a lot of shopping to do, but I
helped my out quite a bit with her shopping if I went to the
Malls with Bill. Bill and I enjoyed going and watching the
people. I think we secretly liked watching the happy couples,
figuring that would be us someday. I helped Bill pick out gifts
for his and Dad. He had saved some money from his paycheck
that he was finally getting to see more and more of.
His had been so paranoid that was out of his
reach, financially, that he literally saved every cent he earned
at his uncles hardware store. However, Bills PSAT scores made it
quite apparent that he would be able to get lots of
financial help.
Bill, finally, was able to allow himself money from each weeks
check. Between that and the little I could spare from my
allowance, we always had gas money and usually enough for a
or a chance to go out for pizza with friends.
Every Friday and Saturday night also allowed us a chance to be
alone, even if it was at the end of my driveway. We always did a
lot of necking, cuddling and kissing, with little side trips for
our hands in each others pants, and, of course, my or
blouse. We always tried to go home somewhat satisfied, so we
wouldn't have to jack or jill off alone. If we stopped at
McDonalds for a quick burger or shake, or went out for a pizza,
we always loaded up on napkins. Cleaning up after Bill, if I
masturbated him, or if he did himself, as I watched, always
needed a lot of clean-up.
There was an occasion one Friday night, when I had my period,
when I wanted to give Bill oral sex, but he insisted we wait
until we could do it together. However, things got hot enough
that he had his penis out and asked me to sit back and watch him
get off. As he began to breath heavily, I began to tell him how
much I would love to taste his cum, and feel his cock pulse in my
mouth. He kept putting off my advances saying it wasn't fair to
me. Fair, schmair, I loved him and had the desire!
UN-fairly I used the magic words, "I think it's unfair to me, not
to let me suck your juice from your cock." I knew he couldn't
resist. He just dropped his head back and began jerking in
earnest.
Once I put my mouth over the head, that was all it took to push
him over. I really hadn't gotten used to the taste, but more so,
I enjoyed giving him that special pleasure. It was the fourth
time he let it go in my mouth. (I was still counting then.) It
gave me a special thrill that I felt at my very core. Even though
I had my period and wouldn't want him to touch me, the feeling or
thrill I got, was reciprocal, although he didn't know it.
The day after that particular Friday I was pretty sure my period
was done, but on Saturday night it was real cold out and when we
stopped at the end of my drive the wind seemed to blow right
through the car and we kept our goodbyes short and sweet. The
cars heater could barely keep the frost from the windows. If
there were to be any "getting off", it was to be in fantasy,
alone in our rooms.
That Sunday morning I was extra hot for Bill, but with this, the
Sunday before Christmas looming, I was pretty sure we would be
either shopping or spending time with family, and Sunday night
was out for a date, as we both needed that night for studies.
I got home from church with my and Dad about 10:30 and
resigned myself to a day of helping prepare Sunday dinner and
studying. Around One o'clock the phone rang and I was happy to
hear Bills voice.
"How you doing with homework, Carree? . . . All caught up?" he
asked.
"Assignments to hand in are fine," I said, "but I really need to
review 2 chapters in Lit, or I'll be in trouble. I had my period
Thursday and Friday and my head wasn't really in it. Plus, to
tell you the truth, the thought of seeing you this weekend had me
distracted. I really missed you this week. When you work every
day after school I never see you." I lamented.
"It's my uncles busy time, so I can really make some extra dough,
Care. Things will be back to normal after Christmas. Friday night
I had a pretty good idea that you a . . .sort of . . . missed
me," he said.
"Yeah," I blushed, "I did. I got a little carried away, but I
wanted you to know how much I missed you. I liked it too, you
know. So, anyway, what's up?"
"My and Dad went shopping today to get some last minute
things. My just called me and wants me to meet her at Sears.
She has something to get for my Dad, and he's with her. She wants
me to meet them, sort of "run into them", and she can pass me the
receipt so I can pick it up at the dock and bring it home.
Anyway, as long as I'm going passed your house, I was wondering
if you wanted to get out for an hour or so?" Bill asked.
"That would be nice Bill!" I said. "We won't eat till 5 or so and
I just need a couple hours tonight for review. I can be ready in
5 minutes. This is great! I had figured you shopping and studying
today, I didn't expect to see you until Monday morning," I said
to Bill.
"I was going to shop," Bill said, "but my is picking up what
I needed. I was going to call you to see if you wanted to get out
for a drive when my called me, so it all works out. I'll be
by directly. Bye for now hon," he said as he hung up.
I went downstairs and told my what we were doing and they
just asked I be home by 4 o'clock to help with dinner. They were
doing Christmas Cards, at the last minute, as was their usual.
So, buried in that mess, they wouldn't really miss me if I took
off for an hour or so.
I slipped into some jeans and a sweater, found some warm mittens,
put on my coat and waited to hear Bill come up the drive. I no
more than perked an ear for him, when he beeped outside. I always
told him that when it was cold out, not to bother coming up to
the door. Leave the car warm for both of us and just beep for me.
My understood.
"Hi sugar bun," he greeted me as he jumped out to get my door and
shut me in.
He jumped back in his door and gave me a nice kiss. He looked
extra delicious today.
Something about Sunday, and the promise of the beginning of a new
week being nigh, made the day dark and mysterious in some way I
can't explain.
If I ever wasn't home on a Sunday by 5 or 6, it was like I was
missing some right of passage to the new week.
Sunday nights were for resting, eating and preparing for the
upcoming week.
It seemed the whole day was a preparation for the evening, when
the new week would be laid into schedule, the week reviewed
for what it added to the sum of things in general. (I still have
this take on Sundays, even when I'm "working" in vacation
resorts.) Seeing Bill while I was in this mood, just made me glad
he called. There was some sort of unfulfilled promise waiting, it
seemed.
"My found all this exercise equipment for my Dad at Sears and
it's on a closeout. He saw it there the other day and lamented
that he wished he could afford it right now. When it was still
there today decided to just buy it. She lost Dad for a couple
minutes and called me to pick it up. I'll have to stow it in my
room over the garage. He hardly ever goes up there. I just hope
we can get it in one trip. We just have to casually run into
them, so can give me the receipt for picking it up at the
dock. Does that sound like a plan?" Bill explained.
"Sounds good to me. Are you sure he won't go up there?" I asked.
"He hardly ever does. It's just my word processor, TV, a few of
Mom's antiques up there. Besides, I think it will fit in the
eaves crawl space." He said.
Everything went as planned. We "happened" to run into the
Wilson's and Mrs. Wilson wanted to show Bill a sweater or
something. She took him aside for that and gave him the stuff he
needed. While Mr. Wilson and I talked, he reached into his wallet
and gave me a $10 bill and told me to treat Bill and I to an ice
cream at Friendlys. I think he just felt uncomfortable making
small talk with me, and this was his way get over his discomfort.
(Figuring ice cream to be a comfort food?) Bills hadn't
really opened up to me yet. I don't think Bill had told them
that, number 1, I was NOT going to be a nun,
and number 2, We were probably going to someday get married.
At the time they would have laughed at him anyway.
Bills Dad had a thing he said that irritated Bill to no end.
It was,
"Oh, BIG plans for the BIG shot. Don't worry, you'll wake up and
see it right someday."
Bill used to think that his must have had a lot of
disappointment in his life. He never saw anything possible, until
it happened.
Bill came back with his and he gave me a little wink as we
bid adieu to them. They went off about their shopping as Bill
grabbed my hand and we headed toward the dock area of the store.
"Your Dad gave me a ten spot to treat us to ice cream," I said in
a childlike voice.
"Oh, leave him alone Care, he was just trying to be nice because
I know he must have been uncomfortable as hell alone there with
you" Bill said, hitting the nail right on the head.
"Uncomfortable would have been the word. Your Dad is like 40 and
acts like 60, how come?" I asked.
"You notice that too, huh? I think he wants to be a sage to me
and anyone else a day younger than he. He equivocates age with
knowledge. He wants everyone to walk away with one of his pearls
of wisdom. He's a great guy, but tries too hard to be like his
father.
My gave me something better that 10 bucks to treat you with
though." he said with a smile.
I stopped as we neared the back door to button my coat and
prepare for the chill of the outside air. As I pulled on my
mittens I said to Bill, "Well? What was it she gave you, are you
going to keep me in suspense?"
"She gave me until 5 or so," he said as if I knew what he meant.
"Are you Ellery Queen?" I asked trying to figure the mystery.
"I guess I have a one track mind. She gave me until 5 o'clock to
get this stuff home and away. That's how long she will
keep him away. They will shop until around 4 and then there is a
Barbeque pork supper at the Presbyterian Church up the avenue.
Dad loves Barbeque so they are going there after shopping. It
starts at four!" he said.
"So?" I said, "I have to be home around four, to help my cook
dinner."
"Earth to Carree! If we get this stuff home and put away, the
rest of the time we are guaranteed alone until well after four.
You know, alone, a-l-o-n-e," he said, knowing I NOW knew what he
meant.
"Bill Wilson, you bad boy. You wouldn't try to take advantage of
me, would you, she said knowingly," I said.
"Only if we hurry. It's 5 till two, right now. If we get
everything home in one trip and put away, we should have at least
an hour. Do we have a date?" he said.
"We can have more than that, if we hurry Bill." I said as I
grabbed his hand and rushed to the pick up area.
The pick up area was 20 deep in people; the long line dashed all
hopes of getting out in a hurry. Bill looked at me and then
looked at the receipt.
"We're screwed," he said as he got a number from the take-a-tik
dispenser. "Number 84 and the sign says they are waiting on 63,"
Bill noted. We lost the wind from our sail as we waited.
"69, number 69," the called. "This person must have left and
we will have to go back to it." The drawled. "One last time,
69?"
Bill folded his arms with the receipts and pick up tags in his
hand and I saw a yellow ticket stapled right on the front with
"69" right on it.
"69!" I yelled to the front of the room, "THAT'S US, SORRY!"
Bill didn't understand what I yelled for as I grabbed the
receipts from his hand and headed up front.
Bills must have gotten a ticket, somehow, so we wouldn't have
to wait in line. He followed me as I pulled the ticket from its
staple and waved it.
"She already got a waiting line ticket! Wow what a Mom!!" Bill
said as the dockhand gathered our stuff from the long conveyor.
I leaned over to Bill's ear and said, " I like that number, too.
69," I said as I poked him.
He looked at the number, then at me. He appeared to let it pass
and then I knew it hit him, what it meant, what I meant.
"God, Carree, how am I supposed to function," he whispered to me.
My only answer was a giggle. Even I didn't know what 69 really
was. I mean, I know what it was, but NOT WHAT it would be.
Have you ever tried to think logical, when your brain has
something else it wants to sink its resources into?
THAT was planning how to load all of this stuff into a Corsica.
My mind told me to put a rope around it and drag it to Bills
house and lets have at each other.
My common sense was trying to override all systems by saying,
"two trips, you will need until 4 o'clock and being alone with
Bill for an hour is a fantasy unfulfilled."
Bill, however somehow, put his penis on hold and was coming up
with a solution.
"Three -7 foot long boxes, 2 -4 footers, and 3 -24 inch square
cartons. My bought him a whole damn gym. He'll come home
instead of playing racquetball, that's her deal," he said.
I raised an eyebrow as if to question.
"They have a racquetball court at his office and he plays 3 times
a week to get some exercise. He absolutely hates racquetball, and
the people who use the facilities. But, he knows he needs the
workout, and it being that handy, he can't pass it up. He HATES
it. He can come home now. My is so smart."
He turned and looked at the car, and spun again and looked at the
8 boxes.
"OK, here's the deal," he began. "We fold down the back seat, put
the 3 long boxes in through the trunk, put the 2 -4 foot boxes
long ways on top of them right behind our seat to help hold them
tight. The 3 squares will fit just behind the 2 four's if they go
in first. We tie around the 3 that hang out the back together and
then to the loop in the trunk lid and the frame notch underneath.
If you don't mind freezing on he way back, I think it all fits."
"Bill Wilson, if it works, you are genius, and you can warm me up
when we get back," I said patting him on the back.
A dockhand came up and offered to help Bill load. Bill told him
of his plan, and he sort of agreed, making his reservations
known, and asked Bill to back up to the dock. In five minutes we
were pulling away from the dock, slowly and cautiously, loaded as
Bill prescribed.
"Ha, that guy had his doubts, but my genius proved me right,"
Bill shouted raising a fist to the air.
"We're not home yet, Bill. Save it, and don't stop too fast or
you and I will wear this stuff," I said.
"Not to worry, my sweet," still shouting in his Mighty Mouse
voice, "My genius will save you!!"
We laughed at being so goofy together and made the slow trip
through the city, past the semi country of my house and on to the
rural area where the Wilson's lived. As we got to the turn off to
his driveway, I warned Bill of scraping bottom crossing the dip,
but all was well.
As soon as we backed to the side door of the garage and the
stairs to the study Bill jumped out of the car and quickly ran
upstairs. I lagged way behind trying to figure his hurry. When I
got to the top of the stairs he was frantically loading the
Franklin stove.
"Grab the bellows and hit those coals, I think I can save my fire
from earlier and get some heat in here, ummm, just in case
someone wants to remove any clothing."
I looked at him with a big question mark on my face.
"Bellows?" I asked.
"Another antique thing of my Moms, she recovered the lungs on
them. You know, to blow on the coals and get the fire hot," he
said as he picked them up and clapped the handles together aiming
the nozzle at the embers."
"God, I only saw these in 3 Stooges movies," I said as I took
them and began working them on the desired area. The embers
seemed to burst into flames with the bark of the first pieces of
wood Bill had laid in.
"Holy crap," I said. "It's working already, I've got flame!"
"That's the idea," Bill said. "There's more fires you can start
in a bit," he said winking.
I smiled and blushed at his reference, saying "Putting them out
seems to be more fun, although starting them is . . ." I stopped
as he leaned in and kissed me.
"I think it's started now. Let it be and give me a hand moving
the stuff up," Bill said as he walked to a trap door on the eaves
of the roof pitch. The opening was 4 by 3 and everything was
going to fit in there fine.
Once we got the long boxes into the stairwell Bill took the lower
end to handle the brunt of fighting the gravity as we slid the
boxes up. The 3 squares he handled alone, as awkward as they
seemed. We pushed and cajoled the boxes into the crawl space and
Bill looked at his watch.
"Two-fifty five! I believe we had a 3 o'clock appointment?" Bill
said as he curled his arm on his hip inviting me to hook mine in.
We walked to the slouch couch and sat down side by side. The fire
was just beginning to warm the room as he put his arm around me.
I tipped my face to his, saying "We make a good team, huh? I
would love doing anything with you."
He curled a lip and dropped an eye to a wink. "Anything?" he
asked.
"Anything", I swooned as I pressed my lips to his. Our hands slid
inside each other's coats and went to our backs, holding our
fingers as far apart as possible and pressing our fingertips hard
along the grooves of our back ribs. We couldn't hold each other
tighter, as big as we tried to make our hands. Our tongues
swashed back and forth over each other as Bill began to push me
back onto the couch. His weight on my upper body with his fingers
pressed into my back was comforting and delicious.
He pulled his lips from mine and said, "Let me go close up the
car and lock the door downstairs. Get comfy, OK?"
He could have told me to stand on my hands and walk down the
stairs and I would have, just to get another kiss like that.
He went down the stairs and I took off my coat. The fire had
definitely taken effect over the room, and Bills fire had taken
its effect on me. We were going to be totally naked for each
other for the second time. Anticipation overwhelmed me.
In the car, as we said our goodnights, in the past few weeks
since our awakening on the weekend before Thanksgiving, we had
expressed ourselves in different ways. He had gotten me off with
his fingers in my panties, and I by stroking his penis. Of
course, there was the time I bent to take his seed into my mouth,
and then a few times when we sat back and watched each other
masturbate. That's a little kinky, but a lot of fun. (God, I
wanted to, some day, do that on a large bed in a room washed in a
blue light. He on one corner, me on the other corner of the bed)
Although those times were all good, and we reveled in the comfort
we had with each others genitals, nothing was quite like being
nude together. Our whole bodies became genitalia then.
Bill was shucking his coat as he came up the stairs. He smiled as
he looked to me in recline on the antique psychiatrists lounge.
He came and sat on the edge and leaned and began kissing me
again. As his lips moved to my neck, he began to tug up on my
sweater. We parted lips and he looked at me.
"I don't want to feel you though this at all. I want to hold your
beautiful in my bare hand," he said as he raised my
sweater over my head as I sat up to accommodate him. As soon as
it came off my arms I reached down and unsnapped my bra to free
what he wanted to hold. He planted his lips to mine and I lay
back again as his hands held and caressed my while
lightly rubbing over the nipples. They instantly rose to
attention. Once my nipples were erect, his genteel demeanor
ceased with them. He pinched, not to me, and twisted them to
make them more erect and beg for his lips. He sat back and looked
at them, then into my eyes. He dropped his mouth to them, the
right, then the left, and then holding them, as close as he
could, together, tried to touch each with the same lick.
I was running hot in my jeans as he had me on fire in an instant.
"Take off your too," I said. "I want to feel your skin next
to mine."
He kept one nipple in his mouth as he awkwardly unbuttoned his
shirt. Once complete, he let my nipple go as he sat up and slid
off his shirt. I thought that I could save some time and use my
own actions as a bellows if I unsnapped my jeans. Upon seeing me
do that, he unsnapped his and I slid mine down my legs as I
kicked off my shoes. He followed suit as if we were mimicking
each other in a mirror. We both sat in our underwear and looked
and smiled at each other. I put my hands underneath my
and held them out to him as I leaned back onto the lounge. He
didn't need any more of an invitation.
We kissed, cuddled, smooched, squeezed, rubbed and licked at the
exposed parts of each other's bodies. He finally reclined me back
to plant his lips to mine as he brought his full open hand over
my on my pussy. I thought he would never get there.
Putting the cloth of my underwear to the wetness of my bare
vagina made the gusset soak through in no time. I was hot and wet
and ready for some attention. Bill, at the same time, had quite a
tent going in his pants as I reached for it. I ran the inner palm
over the top of his penis as if to polish it. He, too, was
leaking anticipatory fluid.
"Let me rid you of these," he said as he hooked his fingers in
the sides of my and I lifted my butt to let them slide off.
He looked at my as if it were the first time. He squinted,
and blew a short breath out through pursed lips. "Ouuuu, that's
pretty, all shaved and smooth," he said as he put a hand over my
vagina and centered his middle finger in the groove and stroked
upwards over my clit over my belly and all the way up to my chin.
He held my chin in his fingers as he kissed me and then waved his
tongue over my lips and then retraced the path his fingers had
just taken all the way down to my pussy. He licked along the
groove and used two fingers to part the lips and let my clit pop
out. His tongue hit that spot and I was on the roller coaster in
an instant. I hadn't expected him to get so deeply, so fast, into
licking me, but I had no time to protest. My body caught up real
fast and I was pushing my mons to his mouth hoping he could
devour me. His tongue had my first orgasm in line waving it's
little hand waiting to be picked, and pick it he did. I was just
about to move to get his cock in my hand when I got lost in my
orgasm. I was already trying to find the top of the ladder to
jump from. My orgasm came quick and hard. I moaned and squealed
and was already trying to squirm away from his advances, it
so good.
"Wait, wait, Bill," I cried. "Remember the ticket, the 69, lets
try that. I want you too," I whined.
He gave up my clit and sat back and motioned me to get up. I did
and he lay back while removing his undies. He put his hands to
each side of himself and said, "Put your knees here." I did as he
said, but I guess I didn't understand. "No, turnaround, 69," he
said.
I saw right away why he should be on the bottom with his head up
on the incline, my ass and were right in his face. He was
slowly kissing around my butt cheeks and thighs. I knew he would
work his way to my and I was anticipating it, when I looked
down at what he had for me. He was fully retracted, erect and
shiny, quite ready for a kiss and a suck. I didn't need an
invitation to drop my mouth over the head and wipe it clean. His
kiss turned into a tongue dart in my pussy. Between his saliva
and my own lube, his tongue shot like a finger between my lips.
Although I was not able to get much of Bill that deep in my
mouth, I began to bob in rhythm to his licks on me. With just one
other real session of sex before, we were doing quite well and
confidently with ourselves.
"Soixante-neuf"(fr), or "69", was probably the first sex act I
heard of where I had real wonderment, instead of disgust. By the
time I had heard of it I knew that giving and receiving oral sex
was supposed to be pleasurable. Of course the first time you hear
of oral sex you are thinking of those private places being from
where you excrete waste, and the thought of putting your mouth
there is repugnant, and all of those who do so must be perverts.
But, the thought of you both doing it to each other, at the same
time, was somewhat like actual intercourse.
i.e.: Both of you feeling the same sensations simultaneously.
It did not take long at experiencing the act to get the hang of
it. I remember reading that sometimes you could feel you were not
able to concentrate on your partner, because you were enjoying
his or her ministrations on you too much. But, one of the woman's
information books I read said that was overcome when you both got
into the same cadence. Then, you were to imagine you were licking
or tonguing yourself. It seemed a far fetch at the time, but now
that information was serving my pleasure, quite richly, I might
add.
We had gotten deeply into the real sex of our liaison without
much real foreplay today. I should say real physical foreplay. I
think every moment we were together today was foreplay. Last
night we both had looked forward to the end of my period so we
could fulfill the promise of Friday night. Bill did get off and I
did get to participate, but a nice shrieking orgasm was due me to
feel fulfilled. Bills magic fingers never let me down.
After quite a few minutes of co-opted pleasure, the meter of our
mouths began to change as we were each reaching orgasm. I didn't
see how we could together, and apparently, neither did Bill.
He moved his tongue from around my clit to my vulva and lips,
sucking and lightly chewing them. I took this as a lead to
proceed and finish him.
I had been using my hand lightly to stroke him with my bobbing,
because I knew I couldn't go that deep. I wanted to give him as
much pleasure s possible. With the pre-cum I now tasted, I
apparently had done pretty well. I began to grip him a little
tighter and lengthen my stroke while I shortened the bob of my
mouth. I used my tongue more around the head to give him more
sensations.
The few other previous times I had got him off with my mouth, he
was quite loud and verbose as he approached and finally came.
Today, with his mouth in my crotch, that was not the case, not
wanting to give up what he was doing to announce his orgasm. His
exhale became quite pronounced through his nose as he neared
orgasm. I was preparing to catch all of his liquid love and
timing my swallows so that I wouldn't choke.
Suddenly he moved his head away from my and I thought he
would shout out, but he just moved his tongue from my to
my little butt-hole. He drilled it hard and I was just about to
worry if I was clean back there when he pulled my hips to his
face and buried his head to my ass crease and tried to put his
tongue up my butt. In that same second, he shot the first of 3 or
4 bursts of pre-cum and into my mouth. I was quite prepared
to accept and them, even with his tongue trying to go up
my rear. It did feel fantastic, yet strange to have his tongue
there, even though he had done that before, but I was truly
enthralled in making his orgasm as complete as possible.
He was through "shooting" in to my mouth but there was still
steady ooze emitting as he continued to tongue my anus and have
long nasal exhales. I was letting this collect in my mouth
because I knew the swallowing action, over the now super
sensitive head of his penis, would send him recoiling from my
mouth. I wanted one more as I lolled my tongue gently
back and forth over the little slit at the top of his pretty
penis. Finally, I was satisfied that I had gotten all of his
ejaculation either in my belly or in my mouth. I swallowed and
sucked hard one more time to clear my mouth of it. As expected,
he violently recoiled for my mouth as he gripped my hips tightly
with his hands.
I let his cock rest to the side of my cheek, as he could no
longer stand it to be in the torture chamber of my mouth. What
gave him so much pleasure just seconds ago would make him crazy
right now. As he moved his tongue from my butt-hole back to my
vagina, and especially my clit, I began to tongue to crease
beside his balls, occasionally nipping at them with my tongue. If
I didn't know his body before, after today, I would.
He used his fingers to pull apart my and show my erect
clitoris to his tongue. He flicked it with earnest and would then
cover it with his mouth at it. I was crazy with delight
and sensation of my impending orgasm. In this position, on this
couch, he was free to move his hands and fingers about me with
out losing me. He was inclined to the point where I was being
"served" to him. My clit as totally exposed and he needn't hold
me open any longer to swathe it with his tongue. He pushed one
finger into me, seemingly behind my clit, and I knew he was going
for my G-spot. With his other hand he put his thumb over my
asshole and was rubbing it backed forth. Not trying to put it in,
I don't know how I would have handled that, then, but just
gliding over it. I was in ecstasy.
I knew he was going to my G-spot with his finger. I didn't know
that much about it and what made it do what it did, but I
definitely know I leak a milky fluid, heavily, when I orgasm from
there. If I got into the rhythm of it, I knew I could or
shoot the fluid. One thing I did know for sure, I was going to
cum, and real soon.
My first waves of spasm were hitting when I felt a hard jolt
coming from deep within me. I tried to keep my mouth busy with
licking and on and around his sack, but I feared hurting
him and I raised my head to announce my orgasm.
"Urghh urghhh urghh, arghhhhh", I could barely stand the pressure
and pleasure that was surfacing as his tongue and finger worked
in unison. I held back my climax, that seemed the size of a
softball, to make a bigger wave of orgasm, but then I had to let
it go. When I did there was a gush of fluid that must have hit
Bill in the face, and before I could move away, a second hit and
splashed out.
"Your finger! Move your finger, Bill," I shouted to stop the G-
spot reflexes. "I can't stand anymore and I want to feel your
tongue," I commanded.
I don't think I ever before, and rarely ever since, said anything
that could be made out to be words during an orgasm.
But, on that day, I did, and Bill heeded my urgent request. He
took his finger from my and just concentrated on my clit
with his tongue and wave after wave or orgasm came over me from
deep inside me as well as right from my clit.
To try to put in words, the vocal emissions I made, would be
fruitless, as spelling such things would be impossible. But with
my being already shaken by my G-spot O's, these deep seated
orgasms sought to satisfy a few weeks of longing.
I ground the bald palate of my sexy meal to Bills face with an
abandon I never knew up until that point. Every muscle in my body
turned hard as I tried to meld my clit with his tongue.
Then, I could no longer stand it for one of a second. I
fell forward to my shoulders between Bill legs with my hands
gripping my expelling a long loud "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
We lay like that motionless for a few minutes. I realized his
thumb was still on my asshole and had actually sunk in just to
the pad of his thumb. Not really in, but definitely not out.
Definitely not pushed in, but just accepted by my body. Perhaps
this was the meld I had sought a moment ago.
The first movement for either of us was Bill removing that digit
from my tight dimple. With it removed I rolled to my side curled
between his legs.
"Waiting for the right time (for this, or any kind of sex) has
it's merits, I would say," I said with a little chuckle.
"Mmmmm, do you really think that, or are you just saying it,"
Bill said facetiously as he sat up and laid himself over me.
We hugged and cuddled when I realized that the time must be late.
I twisted to see the clock on the wall, five after four.
"Let me up. I better call my and tell her I'll be a few
minutes late," I said.
Bill held up one finger to me and reached out and walked a step
on his hands to the stand and grabbed the cordless phone. I
laid back and dialed my number.
"Hi Mom, I'm going to be a few minutes late. We were doing an
errand for Bills and we got held up. I'll be home by 20
minutes after or so. Anything else you need for dinner, as long
as I'm out? . . . OK, I'll see you soon."
I handed Bill back the phone and he put it on the floor and I
slumped back down to the couch. As he twisted back up to the
couch his mid section was right in front of me. His beautiful
soft uncircumcised penis was right in front of my face. I took
two fingers to pull back the foreskin and gave the head two long
deep sucks. A drop of semen escaped and went to my tongue.
"Sorry, couldn't help that honey. I love you and I love your
penis. We don't spend that much time nude. I couldn't help it," I
apologized.
"No apology necessary baby," he said as he planted big kisses on
my butt cheeks as he got up.
"Uggg, we gotta get you home! I barely feel like moving," Bill
said as he helped me up. We stood nude and hugged each other,
both grabbing each other's ass. We kissed deeply, and we each
tasted each others sex on our mouths.
"Let's get dressed. We have to stop at the Pik'n'Pay to get half
and half, and some heavy cream. thawed her last pumpkin
from Thanksgiving and my Dad won't eat it without whipped cream,"
I said.
My felt cool from being damp from my juices earlier as
they hit my pussy, or maybe my was still that hot. Either
way, it made me a little thrill each time I shifted to get into
my jeans. I looked at Bill as he was stuffing his penis into his
pants. I think my last little taste of him may have inflated the
issue. I was glad we felt so comfortable together. I really loved
this man.
We stopped and bought my Moms last minute dinner things and were
in my driveway by almost 4:30. It was a short goodbye, but a nice
one. I just laid my head back and let him kiss my super contented
face.
"I love you," we said in unison as we laughed at our bon mot.
"I'll see you in the morning," he whispered as I scooted over to
get out of the car.
"I count the days when we can say "good night", from a pillow,
forever," I said.
"Me too," he said scrunching up his nose.
I dashed through the cold to the warmth of my house and gave my
Mom the bag with her stuff in it.
"Sorry I'm late, but we had an errand for Bills Mom," I said. As
I sat down to arrange the salads in the bowls I explained what we
had to do for the Wilson's.
Ever being kinky, I wondered if could smell the sex on me,
the I shot all over myself, or the semen Bill shot into my
mouth. I let these thoughts pass as I finally went upstairs to
hang my coat and change for dinner. I put on my pajamas and robe
to prepare for dinner and a night of studying 2 chapters of
English Lit. I hoped I could keep my mind on things for school.
It was 9:30 when the phone rang and I had just finished all the
review I could stand. If I didn't get a good mark, it wasn't
because I didn't study.
It was Megan Parker on the phone and as soon as I heard her
voice, I thought to myself:
"Oh No, not another pity party over Jimmy Beauchamp. Come ON,
it's been over 3 weeks."
But, she didn't have the whiney cry in her voice that I had
become accustomed too.
"You'll never guess who called me today, Care. My Jimmy!" Meg
said.
"He came crawling back, Carree, really! He realized what a jerk
he was and how much he cared for me." She went on.
I interrupted her, "Are you sure this wasn't a ploy to get you in
bed again?" I asked.
"No, really. He was a regular repentant puppy. I guess one of his
jerk-o friends fixed him up with a from City Central and
they were all supposed to go to the water works guard shack
on Saturday. There's a fireplace in there and I guess they put
plywood over the windows and they party there. He told me, point
blank, that this chick was going to screw him, she was all over
him promising him a blowjob, with his friends cheering him on and
everything.
HE realized what an asshole situation it was because he still
cared so much for me, and he walked out. He said they made him
walk back alone and they called him and chickenshit, you know
all that macho guy crap," she told me.
"Megan, are you sure? This sounds like a to me," I said.
"I thought so too and I told him I was driving up there. He said
he would only let me drive up alone so he followed me in his car.
Sure enough, when I got there, Benny Smiths car was there, as
well as some of the others. When Jimmy pulled up a couple of them
came out and hollered at him, calling names. They were all
drinking beer and there were at least 3 I didn't know
there. I turned around and left as soon as I got there. Jimmy was
right behind me. I believe him. He came over with all my stuff
this afternoon and we talked and worked things out. I'm telling
you that I think he's for real. He was my Jimmy this afternoon,"
Meg bubbled.
"Was there an apology with all of this Megan? Does he know how
much he you?" I asked.
"Yes, he apologized over and over, plus he said he would
apologize to you too. He told me that you kicked his ass for me.
Ripped him up on side and down the other. IS that true?" she
asked.
"It is true, Meg. I was pissed at him for hurting you. It was all
because he wanted to be an asshole. How about the sex stuff? Is
that worked out?" I asked.
There was a long pause on the line and she hesitated before she
answered. "Yes, I think we are fine with everything," she
answered.
I blew up, "Megan you didn't spread your legs for him again did
you? Did he come back on your terms or his, you jerk!!"
"No, No, Carree, I'm not a jerk. Honest. We did other things to
make love. Just let me say there was none of the stuff. Don't
embarrass me Care. Use your imagination," she said.
"OK, OK, Meg, I don't need to know or, do I want to pry. I just
wanted to know you didn't end up in bed with him, give into him
to get him back," I chided her.
"No, everything was great. He understands how I feel. He knows
about my worries about him going away to college, the whole
thing. He's afraid he might need another half year next year
anyway to get all his credits. He's done poorly in English and
Physics labs, and doesn't think he can hack summer school, with
his job. He's all screwed up right now. All I know is that he is
committed to me and he is excited about us. Carree, I really am
so sure about him. I knew he had to come back to me. Umm, tell
me, did you really call him a "lowlife piece of shit" or did he
embellish"? Meg asked.
"Geez, I think I really did. I was still upset over how you
were and what a mess you were that Monday," I said.
"Why, do I need to apologize to him for that?" I asked.
"No, he said that was the thing that stuck with him the most. He
always really liked you, and you hardly ever swore at all.
Hearing that come from you gnawed at him all the time," Meg said.
"Well Meg, you be careful, don't wear your heart on your sleeve
too much. Make sure he's sincere and he's not goofing on you." I
said.
"Carree, don't tell anyone, but he cried like a baby. He was
totally repentant. He knew he was wrong, and he knows what jerks
his friends were." She said.
"Look, its 9:45 and I really have to get to bed. It was an
eventful day for Bill and I too. I am bushed. We can talk in the
morning, OK?" I said as I wished my goodbyes and good lucks to
Meg. If my little confrontation with Jimmy had done any good, I
was happy.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next thing I
knew my was waking me for school.
"Carree, come on. Bill will be here in 45 minutes and your Dad
just got out of the shower. You better get going." My said as
she busied herself picking up my dirty clothesbasket from the
corner for Mondays wash.
I was wiping the cobwebs from my head as made small talk
while gathering wash. "The radio says that a from St Pius is
in bad shape, grave, according to the hospital, after a car
accident last night. No seat belt, he was thrown and then run
over by his own car. name was Beechum or something"
The name didn't strike me at first until she carried on. "Yes,
Jimmy Beechum."
"Not JIMMY BEAUCHAMP," I said.
"Yes, that was it. Jimmy Beauchamp. Why do you know him?"
asked.
My eyes filled with tears thinking about Megan and how happy she
was last night for she and her Jimmy. Now this. I had to be sure.
I went to go to call Megan and the phone rang. It was Megan and
she was hysterical. She had heard it on the radio and called the
hospital and somehow got Jimmys brother. Jimmy had his legs
crushed and other major organs mashed up as well as a head
trauma. It appeared that he lost control of the car and went off
the road and was thrown out. Then the car hit him. He might have
lain out there for a little while before anyone found him. It was
so cold that the temps may have saved him from bleeding out and
dying right there. He was not in good shape, and was definitely
not stable at all. The next 24 hours were going to be very
critical. They might have to amputate his legs to save his life.
Meg was home alone when she got the news. Her was taking her
Dad to the airport his morning. She was hysterical. I told her to
sit and be still and I was on my way over. As soon as I hung up I
called and caught Heidi Stewart and had her go right over to
comfort Meg. I told her she might want to call a doctor or bring
Meg to the Hospital so she could be treated. She was in a bad
condition, maybe shock, and needed to be sedated.
I no more than hung up the phone and Bills called. She said
that Bill was on his way to get me to bring me to Megs. He had
heard the news and tried to call me, but the phone was busy. He
figured I had heard and knew how close Meg and I were. I no more
than hung up with Mrs. Wilson and Bill drove up. He ran to the
door and my let him in. I just redialed Megs house and Heidi
answered. She was going to bring Meg to the hospital where Jimmy
was to have her looked at, and hopefully sedated. She agreed that
Meg was over the deep end. I told her that we would meet her at
the hospital ASAP.
What a mess today was already. Christmas was in 2 days and a
joyous time was to be had, and now this. I remember asking what I
would do if anything ever happened to Bill. Little did I know
what the future held for me.
At the hospital Bill and I met Heidi and Meg. Megan was stupefied
by the time she got there. She was confused over the events of
the last 24 hours now. She was in a shock. Within a half hour Meg
was sedated, as was Jimmy's Mother. We all sat vigil with Jimmy's
Dad, and sister. Doctors and nurses who came out of ER
and surgery gave us little hope. A decision would have to be made
on his legs soon. Amputation might save his body from the shock
that it was going through because of his severe leg injury. His
chance of walking looked to be 50-50 at best, and his kidneys and
liver were going to need whatever strength his body could muster
for recovery.
They canvassed all of us for blood. Jimmys brother, Bill, Heidi
and I all gave. Heidi called the school and asked for more donors
when they made announcements. She thought they were going to let
classes out at noon and have a prayer vigil. I was panicked
altogether by the whole situation and could only imagine what
Jimmy, his and Megan were going through. By 11 o'clock or
so Megan was able to be up and they put her in a wheelchair and
brought her down to the waiting room. She was sorting things out
better now and beginning to accept things.
The Cathedral Tower was striking noon downtown next to the
Hospital when an important looking doctor came out and summoned
the family. I thought his was going to be real bad news, but I
saw the eyes of Jimmy's brighten and he let out a deep
breath. It might be good news.
The came over to brief us. The renal shutdown of Jimmy's
body had subsided and it appeared that his kidneys were
functioning, and what he had left of a liver was going to work.
There was no spinal damage, and the head trauma was definitely
helped by the immediate cold temperatures. The build up of fluid
around his skull appeared to be outside the brain as that fluid
build up was responding to treatment. His legs were another
story. In another time, say 5 or 10 years ago, he would have lost
them without question. A micro surgeon was on his way from Boston
as they spoke and it was felt he may be able to reconstruct some
of the big bone structure and muscle tissue.
All of this talk meant little to me, as I didn't then understand
about the functions of liver and kidneys. I only knew that if his
heart or brain were severely damaged, he was in deep trouble. An
intern came over and began to tell all of us about the
possibility of his recovery, what the kidney and liver problems
could have meant, and maybe might still mean. The big thing was,
at the moment, Jimmy Beauchamp was out of the weeds for now. He
had a lot of bad days ahead of him, and he had few severe hurdles
to cross to insure a life of any kind. But, right now, he was
stable and breathing on his own. His critical bodily functions
were working and he was NOT in a coma. He was, however being kept
under.
The accident somewhat ruined the Holidays for many of us who knew
Megan and Jimmy. We were all thankful that he had made it this
far and we knew there would be many more Christmas's, but only
one Jimmy.
We all made it through this with many lessons learned and
blessings taken to the bank of the heart. Jimmy's recovery would
be long and very tough on him physically, and on he and Megan as
a couple. But they survived; Megan had been right about Jimmy all
along. Thank God she believed in them and was able to draw from
the strength of their relationship when things got bad.
Jimmy never graduated from High School until Megan, Bill and I
did. His rehab was a long hard tough road that took a lot of love
from his family, and Megan to get him through it all. Plus, he
had prayers, lots and lots of prayers.
Carree
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