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Well, the new school year started and I was quickly learning how things were in LA. I had made a few friends, and was learning about things I had never known about back home.

Like Dungeons and Dragons was not only played by the geeks and nerds. One of the members of the group that taught me how to play was a fullback on the football team, and 2 were cute girls that were on the Drill Team. I still mostly listened to Country and Top 40 music, but I was gaining an appreciation for more varied music, like A Flock of Seagulls and The Go-Gos. And by now I had learned that the whole Valley Girl thing was largely a show.

Holly seemed like any other empty-headed Valley Girl when she was talking about shopping at The Galleria or talking about who the hottest singer on MTV was. But when our little group got together on Thursday night Ariel the Mage was a no-nonsense magic user who was more likely to shout out “Choke on this fireball!” instead of “Gag me with a spoon!”

Holly and I went out a few times, but apart from a little kissing and light groping we realized we were just good buddies and not boyfriend-girlfriend material. Besides, she was now seriously jonesing over Keith, the guy who usually played our Bard, and was in a garage band that he was sure was going to be the next big thing.

One weekend after school started a few of us planned on going to The Galleria and checking out The Dark Crystal. But Keith had a Bar Mitzvah to perform at, and everybody else bailed out for one reason or another. So it was just Holly and I who headed over.

We got there early and started chatting about the idea of my trying to run the next campaign. I had been playing for several months now, and was becoming quite good at staying in character. But having to play multiple non-player characters and make up all of the dialogue was still a bit daunting. But Holly was giving me pointers and we were tossing back and forth ideas when the lights started to dim.

The first of the trailers was starting when 2 seats over I noticed a trio of girls taking their seats. I looked at the one in the middle a bit more, and softly called out to her “Linda?”

She looked over at me in the light from the screen for a moment, then squealed “Pete!” before climbing over her friend and giving me a big hug. Seats were soon moved and I now had Holly on one side, and Linda on the other. I introduced them all and we quietly talked until the movie started.

Right as the credits started Linda whispered softly into my ear if Holly was my girlfriend. “Na, she’s just a friend, she’s got her eyes on somebody else” I told her. “Good” she said, taking my hand in hers and leaning back to watch the movie.

It was a surprisingly good show, much darker than anything I had expected from Jim Henson. This was definitely not a “k**s movie”. I barely even realized when Linda had moved my hand down onto her thigh (which were covered by those spray-on jeans that only girls are able to get into). And more than once I noticed Holly looking across at our hands and grinning.

Towards the end of the movie, Linda rested her head on my shoulder and I lightly squeezed her thigh. But the movie was coming to its climax, and I knew that afterward I would have to face something I’d been putting off for far too long.

While Linda and I had shared a wonderful night just a few months previously, it had been before I had known that she was only 14 years old. And while I had masturbated many times since then to the memories of her hard puffy nipples in my mouth and her hand on my cock, 14 seemed to be a bit young for me (even though it was more than obvious that she had done that several times prior to meeting me).

At the end of the movie, we all headed off to the restrooms and Linda told me that I had better wait for her to get out. Thankfully Holly was the first of the girls out, and asked me who Linda was, why I had never mentioned her before, and if I knew she was going to be there. I told her in general terms that we had only met one time before at Skate!, and had only fooled around a little bit.

“Pete,” she said. “Trust me, she was happy to see you. And unless I miss my guess she wants to see you again. So don’t blow it buddy.”

I looked at her, and asked “What happened to Holly?”

“Like, oh my god dude! She is like tre cute, so just stop being a pussy and bag her!”

I was still laughing and crying as Linda and her friends finally rejoined us. When they asked what was so funny, I simply told them that this entire Valley Girl thing was so new to me, that the words they used still often made me laugh. So we then headed over to the Sega Center to play a few games, the 4 girls chattering away in full on ValSpeak the entire time.

Of course, girls being girls they all wanted to check out the shops. So we headed downstairs after a bit to check out Spencer’s. I let Holly talk me into getting a Steve Miller t-shirt to update my wardrobe a bit more, and we all decided to head over to the Castle Arcade.

So the 5 of us squeezed into my trusty Scout, Linda in the front with me and Holly in the back between the two other girls. She raised her eyebrow at me in the rear-view mirror when they started to ask her questions about what High School was like, as they would be there next year (we were both 16 and Juniors, and she was finally realizing that they were 14 and Freshmen). When we got to the Arcade we kind of congregated around several games, and while Linda and her friends were engrossed in Ms. Pacman, she pumped me for a bit more information.

I gave her a bare description of the night I met Linda, saying we made out for a bit right after I moved there, and I had not seen her since. “Well Pete, trust me when I say she still has a thing for you. She has been watching you almost constantly since the movie, and if you look closely, I think she has other plans for tonight.”

I looked over at Linda, who was biting her lower lip and bouncing on the balls of her feet as she was racing around the maze to avoid the ghosts. Hell yea she still looked cute, with her short black pixie cut hair and small breasts bouncing under the blouse she was wearing. Leaning in to whisper in my ear Holly whispered softly “I know that when we got in here she had a bra on, but she seems to have misplaced it since then.”

That is when I realized it. Her nipples were poking out the front of her blouse, and now that I was looking for it they were obviously unencumbered by any restraint. “So what you gonna do about it Fairbough?” That was her pet name for me, as Ariel was mine for her. While Ariel was a cute Elf Mage, Fairbough was a burly half-elf fighter. During our few dates we had even joked that if we ever did it, would we end up making a ¾ elf. That was always good for a naughty chuckle between us, but this had me stirring uncomfortably for several reasons. One was the age difference, the other was the swelling I was feeling in the front of my pants.

“Well, Fairbough think he need to roll for perception and see what else he missed” I said. We both giggled at that and she slapped my arm.

At about this time Linda lost her life, and stepped over to let her friend take her turn. And almost without thought she reached out and put her hand in mine and squeezed. Holly leaned back and chuckled softly at seeing this. Linda’s friend quickly lost her last life, and after several minutes of talking we all decided to go do a round of miniature golf.

One of the great things about The Castle was that the golf course was actually 4 different 9 hole courses. You could do 1 round and instead of doing the 9th hole where your ball was captured you just do 8 and move to the next course. Rather quickly it was decided that 5 people playing at once was a bit chaotic, with the putting area looking more like a pool table than a golf green and balls being knocked everywhere. After a few holes Holly winked at me and suggested her and the other 2 girls go to the other side of the building and work their way towards us, and we would all meet up in the center.

They giggled and looked at Linda and I, and agreed. So Linda and I continued on our own for the next half hour or so. There was a lot of bumping into each other, and I really got some good chances to admire how her lovely little bottom looked in those skin-tight Jordache jeans.

Just before the half-way point Linda hit her ball a little too hard, and it bounced right off of the course and into some brush behind it. The two of us pushed our way past the shrubs and started looking for it. “Finally, alone for a few minutes” she said to me, and pushed her body tight against mine, giving me a long deep kiss.

My hands automatically went to her bottom, squeezing her small firm cheeks in my hands and pulling her against me. We kissed for maybe 5 minutes and getting a little tongue action before we heard the group behind us approaching. We quickly found her ball and moved on to the next hole. Maybe 10 minutes later we were finishing up our second round as Holly and the other 2 girls were all finishing theirs. We decided that 2 rounds each was enough as it was going to get dark soon, and shot our balls into the trap and turned in our clubs.

Holly said she had to be heading home as it was almost dinner time, so we all climbed into Scout once again and off we went. We all got out since she was in the back, and as I gave her a hug goodbye she whispered “Have a good time tonight Fairbough, just not to good a time”. With that she hugged her 3 new friends and headed on in as we climbed back in and took off. Her friends were also saying that they needed to head on home, so I dropped them both off and it was Linda and I alone again.

Finally.

I asked her if she was hungry, and soon we were heading to a burger place and had dinner. Now that we were alone, she asked why I hadn't called her. I reminded her that I did not have her number, which made calling rather hard. She then replied with I knew where she lived and I could have come by. At which time I reminded her all I knew was her apartment building, and there were 20 units there. I would have looked like a pervert if I went knocking on the doors saying I was looking for Linda.

In reality, I could have done that, but I was still a bit intimidated by the age difference. When you are 16, 14 was a bit of a big age difference. But looking at her now with her perky little boobs poking out the front of her blouse it was hard to deny that she was desirable, and that she was more than enough to excite me.

After we finished eating we did the little “what do you want to do now” game, even though both of us knew exactly what we wanted to do. I suggested that we head over to the Japanese Garden at Balboa Park. Linda said she had never been there, so off we went. The sun was just below the horizon when we got there, so I parked in the back corner and hand in hand we took a walk. We were standing on a little bridge when I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her from behind. Linda sighed softly and leaned back against me, placing her hands over mine as they rested on her belly. I buried my face in her hair and just held her, enjoying the feeling of holding her against me.

Within a few minutes though it became obvious to both of us that something was up, as my now revived erection was pressed against her bottom. She pressed back a bit more firmly against it, and wiggled her bottom a few times, letting me know that she knew it was there. It was now almost fully dark, and after looking to make sure there was nobody around I bent down and started kissing her neck. Giving a soft sigh she squeezed my hands then moved them both up to cup her breasts.

Yes, there was no question that she was not wearing a bra, as I felt her small firm breasts and hard nipples under my hands, only the thin cotton of her blouse in the way. I moved them down to cup them from underneath and let my fingers play with her nipples as I moved to kiss the little hollow behind and below her earlobe. Linda shivered in my arms at that, then turned around and kissed me very passionately.

Her back now to the bridge railing, we spent the next 15 minutes kissing, tongues caressing each other as I pressed her back against the railing, our hips grinding together as I ground my cock into her. We were both breathing heavily when we broke, and without saying anything held hands again as we headed back to my car.

This time there was little pretense as to what we had in mind, and we both climbed into the back. Within 10 minutes we again had our tops off, Linda was laying on her back in the back seat, and I had her perky puffy nipples once again in my mouth.

I remembered now how vocal Linda was the last time. She kept running her fingers through my hair and kissing the top of my head and whispering endearments as I made love to first one nipple, then the other. One time when I pulled back while sucking and let her nipple slip out with a soft pop, she whispered for me to bite them softly. And always being eager to comply I did just that. I would open my mouth so that her areola were covered by my teeth then gently let them grate against her flesh until I only had her hard nipple captured. Then licking the tip I would pull back again, hearing her sharp intake of breath.

I was resting between her thighs, and pressed up against her groin. It was doing this wonderful little dance as she would squeeze and release my waist with her thighs. After a few moments I realized that like before, she was grinding herself against me, probably hoping she could get off like she had last time. But I was not sure how effective that would be this time, with her tight jeans as opposed to just the light panties she had been wearing when I had pulled up her skirt during our previous make-out session.

The only problem with making out in the back seat is that there is damned little room to move around at all. One or the other on top, that is about it. We can lay on our sides, but only with me against the seat and half holding her against me so she does not fall off. I pulled my lips off her wonderful nipple again and kissed her for several minutes before suggesting we make a slight change. She got into the front again as I laid down the rear seat, then laid down on it diagonally with the pillows and sleeping bag I kept for picnics used as cushions, and my trusty blanket once again to cover ourselves with.

Linda quickly climbed back again, and this time we were able to fully explore each other. I was soon back to giving her breasts and nipples special attention, as my hands caressed her thighs a bit before moving to a more intimate massage. She felt hot, and almost damp as my palm pressed against her mound, and a soft moan came from her lips as my fingers pressed between her thighs over where her pussy was. I let my hand start a back and forth motion, dragging my fingers forward and back, massaging over her as I pressed downwards, almost feeling her labia through the cotton. And Linda was obviously enjoying it, if the rocking motions she was giving back with her hips were any indication.

We continued on like this for about 10 minutes, when after a particularly deep kiss I pulled back to look into her face, at the same time I pulled my hand up, and slipped 2 of them into the waistband of her jeans. I played with the button for a few seconds and whispered “May I?”

She once again did that cute little biting of her lower lip, then nodded with a smile. So we started kissing again as I unbuttoned her jeans, and slid down the zipper.

Now this was a bit of a new experience for me. Back home most of the girls wore rather loose fitting jeans. After all, in Idaho they were work attire as much as fashion. After school many of the girls I knew (and dated) after heading home from school would spend an hour or so feeding livestock or exercising their horses. And being a rather “religious” and “conservative” area, dates were expected to be in more formal attire. Slacks and a button-down shirt for a guy, a dress for a gal (this is what the parents expected). So this was my very first experience on getting into a pair of tight jeans.

And I discovered right away that as nice as they may be to look at when molded onto a bottom and pubic mound in that magical way they do, they do not offer much room for exploration. But I did manage to slip my fingers down. Under the waistband of Linda’s panties, then feeling the coarse hairs with more than a slight dampness against the back of my fingers from her panties. I pushed downwards a bit, giving my fingers more room as they slid lower, finally feeling the hot, slick, smooth, wet petals that were resting between her thighs.

Linda groaned into my mouth as I eased my fingers between her labia, feeling how like the rest of her they were trim and compact. All the other girls I had been with had rather obvious labia even to the feel. Linda’s on the other hand were almost not there, the inner lips seemingly covered by her outer ones. Slipping back and forth along her groove a few times I pulled back a bit and again looked into her eyes as I slipped to where my finger was just pressing against her entrance. Linda looked at me, her eyes wide and shining, one hand behind my head and twined through my hair and the other gripping my waist. She looked absolutely stunning to me, the light from nearby streetlights casting her chest in a soft almost orange glow.

Then she did was I was hoping she would do, answering the question I did not ask without words of her own. The hand on my waist reached down, resting on my lower forearm, and pressed downwards. Keeping my finger aimed where it was, her pushing caused it to sink slowly into her pussy.

Linda gave a long low moan, in a half-whisper saying “Oh Pete, yesssss” as I sank into her body for the first time. I let my finger slide in about halfway before sliding out again, then pushing in a little deeper. Her eyes were mostly closed now, and she was giving these cute little whimpers each time I pushed my finger into her. She was the tightest girl I had even had my fingers inside of (if you must ask Linda was #4), and also by far the most responsive. But I was only able to get about half of my finger inside before the tightness of her jeans was once again restraining us. She moaned out loud as I slid my finger out of her and then out of her panties and pants. She looked so cute looking up at me as I moved back and still looking into her eyes reached down and unlaced one of her shoes, then the other. Once again that adorable lip biting as she nodded, and I removed her shoes, then her socks. Then grasping the waist of her jeans I peeled them off of her.

A small pair of white cotton panties were now all she had on, and they had little flowers on them. I then realized that I could easily smell her, without the jeans her sweet musk was filling the back of my car. I laid back down next to her and we resumed kissing as my fingers now easily slipped inside of her panties, once again over her pubic hair and over her pussy lips. This time we both moaned into each other’s mouths as this time my finger slipped all the way into her cunt.

Linda’s moans were a little more pronounced now that I was fingering her to a slow but deep lingering pace. I kept it up for maybe 5 minutes until I let my other hand pull her panties off, with her lifting first her bottom, then one leg then that other to help get rid of them. I was making sure I rubbed against her clit every time I slid in and out, and her hips were rocking in perfect time with my entering and exiting of her body. I was again sucking on her now very hard nipple as she was kissing the top of my head, whispering that it felt so good, and to not stop what I was doing. I pulled my middle finger completely out of her, and pressed my ring finger against it and started to press them both into her.

“Oh please Pete, go slow” she moaned as both fingers now entered her tight pussy. I pulled my fingers back out and she reached down, grasping my wrist with her small hand and saying “No, don’t stop, just go slow. Nobody but me has ever done this before.”

I kissed her deeply as I took the next minute sawing my fingers in and out, spreading her wetness on them until finally they were both deep in her. I was finally sliding them all the way in and out, and I could hear soft sexy slurping noises each time they slipped out. The slight wince I noticed in her face earlier was now replaced with a glow that was wanting more. I let my thumb move up and rubbed her hard little clit as I fucked her with my fingers. Her hips started rocking faster, and she was moaning louder and deeper with every passing moment. One hand was now almost painfully gripping my shoulder, the other pulling on my hair as she dragged my lips to hers once again.

Finally I knew it was time when her thighs clamped together almost tightly, and her knees bent up making it almost impossible for me to move my fingers. Her moans had changed from little “hu-hu-hu-hu” gasps to a long almost cry into my mouth as I felt her pussy clamping even tighter around my fingers, and she came on my hand.

Knowing enough from past lovers, I slipped my fingers all the way into her and held them there, applying a light steady pressure on her clit. I just held them there and continued to kiss her as she slowly came down. Finally when her thighs relaxed and her knees lowered to the floor I pulled my fingers out and wrapped both arms tightly around her. I broke our kiss and looked down at her. Linda was crying.

Now I got very scared. If she had gotten carried away and was now regretting what we had done, or if I had hurt her it could be very bad for me. But I noticed that even though a few tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, she had a smile that said she was feeling on top of the world. We kissed a few times and she told me that it had been absolutely amazing.

“How did I ever meet somebody like you Pete? I have been dating guys for over a year and a half, and had probably jacked off at least 15 of them. They have felt and kissed my boobies, and I let them feel me through my pants a couple of times. But not only did you make me cum the first time we were together without even touching me, you just gave me the most amazing cum of my entire life. My girl friends all told me how clumsy guys are, how they just jab at you and leave you bruised half the time. But you felt like none of that, what you did felt absolutely amazing!”

I gave her a kiss, then told her “Well, I have had a few lovers before you. My first one was a bit older and took the time to show me what felt good to a girl, and how to make her feel good. Right before I moved I was going with this girl Kim, and she taught me all kinds of things.”

“Well, you learned them very well, trust me! Your fingers are bigger than mine, 2 of yours felt like 3 of mine in there, and it felt amazing. And everybody says that guys are never able to find the clittie the first time, or even the second time.”

By this time I had slid over onto my back and Linda curled up against me, giving little kisses to my face and shoulder. She was obviously in a very mellow and affectionate mood. “Oh, it is not hard at all, if you know what you are looking for, and want to honestly please your girl, not just get enjoyment for yourself.”

By now her hand had lowered to my jeans, and was opening them as she had before. “Well, now it is your turn sweetie, and I already know that you enjoy this” she said, opening the fly once again.
But then she paused, and sat up. Bending down like I had earlier she pulled off my shoes, then pulled both my jeans and shorts off, so we were now both naked, except for my socks. She looked down at me for a few moments, and I realized that for all her experience before, this was probably the first time she had seen a guy fully naked. I tightened my muscles a few times, making my cock twitch and bob. With a soft giggle she laid half on me and kissed me deeply as her small hand once again wrapped around my cock.

It felt wonderful as she once again started that amazing stroking, up and down. And I was feeling a completely naked girl pressed against me. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest, one thigh stretched out on top of mine, her pussy pressed against my hip. We kissed deeply as she stroked back and forth, her fingers almost all the way around me, and her squeezing alternating with her strokes.

After several minutes of this she pulled back again and we looked into each other’s eyes as she continued to jack me off. I parted my thighs just a bit and she stopped stroking for a moment to let her fingers caress my balls. But after a minute of this her hand was back in action, stroking up and down with long firm strokes, the pre-cum leaking out now lubricating her hand so it was sliding even easier. Then she started saying things no girl I had ever been with had ever said to me before.

“Does this feel good Pete? Do you like my hand around your cock? I bet you love it, feeling me jacking you off like this. You made me cum, now it is my turn to make you cum. I want to feel it as you start to cum in my hand, squirting all over as I make you explode.”

All I could do was moan and grunt in response to her dirty talking. And between her words, her occasional kisses and her rapidly pumping hand I was close in only a few minutes.

“Ohhh, you’re throbbing, you’re going to cum aren’t you baby. Go ahead, let it go, cum for me Pete.” And with that, I saw stars, planets, and deep into Linda’s eyes as I arched my back, thrust forward, and came for her.

As before, it was like I was turning inside out and my entire being was being pumped out from my balls through the head of my cock. The first gush was a spray that struck both of us in the face, then got weaker with each pulse until as the last time, the last few spurts covered her hand which was now sliding slowly and gently over me, more caresses than jacking.

At this time I pulled her down and kissed her deeply. I could even feel the stickiness from the splatters of cum on our cheeks as they rubbed against each other. Finally the passion was starting to fade and she rested her head on my chest, both of us catching our breath.

I reached down, and the only thing I could find was my shirt. Realizing I still had a brand new one in the front I handed it to her and Linda then spent the next several minutes cleaning us both off. Finally once all the obvious evidence was removed from my body she laid against my side again. There is absolutely nothing like the feel of a naked petite teenage girl laying against you. I let my hands caress her as we laid like this and talked.

I was caressing her sides, her back, and her lovely little bottom as we talked about where we should go from here. I told her I had dated a few times, but never doing more than a few kisses since I saw her last. She told me she had a few guys ask her out, her reputation as the “Hand Job Queen of Van Nuys Junior High” preceding her. But she had turned them all down, for some reason not feeling like she wanted to continue as she had before.

“I’m sorry, you’re trying to change, and here I bring you here like this.”

“Shhhhhh,” she said, kissing me briefly. “That is not what I meant. I mean, no longer with guy after guy, just wanting to be with me because they know I will stroke them off if they treat me to dinner at Carl’s and a movie or few hours at an arcade. With you it is very different. I get the feeling you enjoy being with me for me, not just because I make you cum.”

Kissing her, I told her she was right. While what we had been doing was wonderful, like that first night at the skating rink and again at the arcade I also simply enjoyed being with her.

“Well, the feeling is mutual. You are the most fun guy to just be with I have gone out with. Most guys just paw at me and try to rip my clothes off. You paused and asked each time you started to go further, and I really believe you would have stopped if I had asked.”

“Oh Linda, I would have. As much as I enjoy being with you like this, if it is not with your agreement that is ****. And that would not only hurt you, it would ruin any future chance I might have with you.”

“Well, trust me when I say it was not ****. Having you in me like that felt amazing, It was so unlike when I finger myself. Then, I know exactly how I am going to move, and what I am going to do next. With you each thing was a delightful surprise. It seemed to take forever to build, and when I came it was like nothing I had ever felt before.”

Rolling on her side and rising up above me, she looked into my eyes and whispered “Pete, am I going to see you again after this?” Her voice almost quivered as she said this.

“Of course you will baby, if you want to. Holly seems to like and accept you, and she is my best friend. If you think you can stand having a boyfriend in High School, I think I can handle having a girlfriend in Junior High.”

With a squeal, she then covered my face with kisses. We then spent the next 10 minutes exchanging kisses. I took a quick glance at my watch and saw it was almost 10. I asked her what time she had to be home, and she said midnight.

With a gleam in our eyes I rolled her onto her back once again, and proceeded to make her feel good one more time. This time she had a much easier time taking 2 of my fingers into her cunnie, and the deep groan that accompanied them sliding into her for the first time spoke of her gratitude without words. And with our initial urges satiated I spent more time building her pleasure. Plunging my fingers in and out of her over and over again as she softly chanted “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with your fingers Pete” was so arousing and sexy. And she almost yanked hair out of my head with her fingers when she pulled my head down and kissed me deeply as she once again climaxed around them.

And her hand felt wonderful wrapped around me for the second time that night, yanking back and forth as she was saying how it was nice that she had an actual boyfriend, so she could try other things in the future. She was whispering in my ear “Someday I would like to even feel this inside of me” when I exploded once more. But this time nothing like the ejaculations she had given me previously.

But another look at the watch showed we had about 40 minutes left. So we got dressed, and she gave me this saucy little grin as she pulled her bra out of her purse and put it back on. Fully dressed we took one more walk around the lake, our arms around each other’s waist and her head leaning against my shoulder.

This time before we kissed goodnight I made sure I had her phone number, her full address, as well as her last name (and she had mine as well). I told her I would call her tomorrow at around noon.

And as I got out of my car at home, I quietly entered the house and went upstairs to my room. I that the lights in the window of the house behind ours were on. The curtain pulled open, and I saw Holly’s grinning face looking out at me. We gave each other a little wave, and then she was gone. I had a feeling that my call to Linda would actually be my second one tomorrow. Unless Holly could not wait for a call and came by to see me in the morning.