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The minute hand of the clock on the classroom wall
completed one last agonizing circuit and reached zero.
The bell rang, and immediately twenty-five high school
freshmen jumped out of their seats. At the front of the
class the English teacher called out "All right, class,
remember, I want Chapters Two and Three read by
tomorrow. There's going to be a quiz, so neglect them at
your peril."

There was a general groan, and the students began filing
out of the room. Among them was Keith O'Donnell, a tall,
slender thirteen year old who was one of the best
students in the class. He was also the co-captain of the
freshman soccer team, which meant his next stop was the
boy's locker room in the gym. He had only gone a few
steps, however, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned and found himself facing Allison Whitmore, the
older sister of his best friend, Danny. Keith felt his
heart begin to race, as it did whenever he saw Allison.
She was a sixteen year old junior, with an attractive
face framed by long, dark blonde hair, and a slim but
distinctly feminine build.

Allison had seduced Keith on his birthday the previous
summer, while his older sister Josey had done the same
to Danny. He and Allison had engaged in intercourse
several times since, and Keith secretly thought of her
as his girlfriend, although their relationship was a
closely guarded secret. Now Allison pulled him aside
into an empty classroom and said, "Hi Keith."

"Hi," he answered, wishing he could kiss Allison, or
otherwise show her some affection, even though he knew
they couldn't touch each other in school. Allison smiled
at him and said, "Are you on your way to practice?" When
he nodded she went on, "I won't keep you, then. I have
some bad news, though. Saturday night is off."

"It is?" Keith said, plainly disappointed. "How come?"

"Because my folks decided not to go out of town, so
Danny and I won't have to sleep over at your place." She
saw Keith's forlorn expression, and sighed. "I know,
babe," she said. "I was looking forward to it, too.
Especially after last Saturday. But there's nothing we
can do about it, I'm afraid. But listen, maybe we can
meet at your house after school sometime this week.
Okay?"

"Okay," Keith said slowly. He shrugged. "It won't be as
good, though."

"Oh, I'll make sure it's good enough," Allison said,
chuckling. She reached down and gently rubbed Keith's
crotch. "You won't be disappointed." She smiled again as
she felt Keith's little cock begin to stir. "Okay, go to
practice. But you better lose that erection before you
take your clothes off, okay? Save it for me." She blew a
kiss at him and slipped out the door into the corridor.
Keith waited a moment, then followed. He began walking
slowly toward the gym, remembering what had happened the
previous Saturday night...

Allison and Danny had come over to his and Josey's house
shortly after dinner, to sleep over. His mother, who was
a nurse, had gone to bed shortly after nine o'clock,
since she had to be up at five the next morning to go to
work.

The four of them had been left alone in the basement,
which was finished into a family room. Allison turned
out most of the lights, after which Josey produced an x-
rated video tape of couples having sex in many different
and exotic ways. Keith and Allison took the sofa, while
Danny and Josey cuddled up on a blanket in front of the
television.

Josey wasted no time in unzipping Danny's pants and
taking out his stiff little dick, then wrapping her lips
around it, while Allison began undoing the buttons on
Keith's shirt. In just a matter of minutes he and
Allison were both naked. Allison let her tongue work
down from his navel to his crotch, where she took his
four inches of boyish erection into her waiting mouth.
She worked her tongue gently around it for several
minutes, until she heard him gasp. Then she lay back and
pulled him down on top of her.

Keith knelt between her legs and was about to slide his
throbbing pecker into her pussy when he looked over and
saw Danny on top of his sister, already thrusting in and
out of her hole. The sight of Danny's pale white behind
rising and falling in rhythm with Josey aroused Keith
even more. He plunged into Allison and began screwing
her with an energy that must have surprised her.

Soon she began moaning deeply, and in just a few moments
she clamped her legs around him and held him inside of
her while she climaxed. Keith groaned loudly and began
to shoot his load just as he heard Danny cry out,
followed by a squeal of pleasure from his sister, and he
knew that they, too, had reached their orgasms.

The two young couples had remained together like that
for many minutes, silent but for their deep breaths,
until Josey said, "Uh, maybe we'd better go up to our
rooms."

"Yeah," said Allison. "We sure wouldn't want your Mom to
catch us like this."

The four of them gathered up their clothes and went
quietly up the stairs. Josey tiptoed down the hall,
leading Danny to her room, while Allison and Keith
slipped into his. For the next hour he and Allison had
made love very quietly, so as not to awaken his mother,
who was asleep next door.

Keith discovered that he liked doing it slowly, allowing
Allison to bring him close to orgasm several times and
then stopping, before he finally fired another stream of
semen inside her, while she quietly murmured "Oh, yes,
Keith," in his ear. Keith fell asleep then, awakening
only when he heard Allison whisper "Good night, Stud,"
in his ear.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To Josey's room. In case your Mom decides to check on
us before she goes to work." She kissed him and went
silently out the door. A few moments later Danny
appeared, carrying his clothes.

Keith glimpsed his friend's dick shining wetly in the
glow of the streetlight outside the window, and he
guessed that Danny and Josey had just finished screwing
when Allison arrived. Danny dropped his clothes on the
floor and climbed into bed next to Keith. Then he made a
face.

"Yuck," he said. "A wet spot."

"Oh. Sorry." Then Keith grinned. "I bet you left one for
Allie."

"Boy, did I," Danny chuckled. Then he lowered his voice
to a whisper. "Josey did something really weird, right
when I was about to come off."

"What?" Keith whispered back.

"She stuck her finger in my butt."

"She what?" Keith exclaimed.

"She put her finger in my asshole."

"Why?"

"To make it feel even better," Danny smiled broadly.
"And it worked, too. I thought I was going to explode, I
came so hard."

"Really?" Keith leaned up on one elbow and stared at his
friend. "It worked?"

"Yup. Josey said it presses against my prostrate, or
something."

"Prostate," said Keith, remembering his biology. "It's
where the jism comes from."

"Yeah, that's it," Danny sighed deeply. "It is really
incredible, Keith. You should make Allie do it to you."

"I don't think so," Keith said. He lay back down and
shook his head. "It sounds gross."

"It isn't really," said Danny. "Josey said we could even
do it to ourselves, while we were jerking off."

"No way," said Keith. "I could never put my finger in my
own butt."

"Sure you could," said Danny. "Or you could if you knew
how good it felt when you shot off." He yawned deeply.
"It really makes you tired, though." He rolled over onto
his side. "Good night."

"Uh, good night," Keith answered. Soon Danny was snoring
softly by his side, but Keith had lain there for some
time, imagining Allison doing to him what Josey had done
to Danny. The thought kept him awake, and finally his
hand strayed to his pecker, as it often did when sleep
eluded him. After a few moments he felt his index finger
start to work its way down past his scrotum. He stopped
for a second, then sighed, and let it touch his anus.

Gently he started to work it in, feeling his sphincter
muscle tighten around the intruder. To his surprise he
felt his dick start to get hard; he began pushing
harder, getting in to the second knuckle, when suddenly
Danny stirred next to him. Keith quickly pulled the
finger out, not wanting his friend to catch him in the
act.

Danny rolled over and fell back asleep, but Keith was
too embarrassed to try it again. Still, the entire
matter had remained in the back of his mind ever since,
and now, as he neared the gym, he had to admit to
himself that he halfway hoped Allison would try it with
her finger the next time they were together.

The thought started to give him an erection, and he had
to stop for a moment and think about dividing fractions
to make it go away. It was while he was doing this that
he heard a voice call out "Hey, Keith!" He turned, and
saw his friend Timmy Garrison approaching.

"Uh, hi, Timmy," he answered. Timmy Garrison was in
several of Keith's classes. He was only twelve, having
been skipped ahead a year in grammar school. He was
three inches shorter than Keith, and fifteen pounds
lighter, with sandy brown hair and bright green eyes.
Timmy's parents, like Keith's, were divorced.

Timmy lived with his Mom, and, being shy, hadn't yet
made many friends in school. But there was something
about the smaller boy that Keith had taken a liking to;
at his suggestion Timmy had gone out for the soccer
team, and made it to the second squad, although the
coach didn't let him play much. Sometimes Keith would
show him a few things when the two teams practiced
together, and Timmy always seemed grateful for the
attention. Keith smiled at Timmy and said, "Are you
going to practice?"

"No," Timmy answered. "We don't have practice today.
Coach Roberts isn't here, and Coach Kramer said he
didn't have time to watch us."

"Oh. That's too bad," Keith said. Coach Kramer coached
the first team, and both Keith and Danny were his
favorites.

"Yeah," said Timmy. "But I'm glad I found you. I was
wondering when we can start working on our social
studies project."

"Oh, yeah," said Keith. He and Timmy had been assigned
to do a report on Chinese medicine together, and it was
due in two weeks. He thought for a moment, then said
"Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon, around
five? We can work until my Mom gets home, and then you
can stay for dinner."

"Yeah, that would be neat," said Timmy. He smiled at
Keith gratefully. "I like coming to your house. Your mom
and sister are always nice to me." Then he added shyly
"So are you."

"Yeah, well, it's no big deal," said Keith. But Timmy
looked at him, his face serious.

"I think it is," he said. "I like having you for a
friend. And you're still going to sleep over at my house
some night, aren't you?"

"Sure, some night," said Keith, remembering the promise
he had made to Timmy the week before. "Uh, maybe
Saturday."

"Great! I'll tell my Mom." Timmy beamed at Keith, until
the larger boy grew embarrassed.

"Well, I'd better get going, or I'll be late," he said.

"Okay. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, bye."

Keith continued on to the boy's locker room, thinking to
himself that Timmy was a nice k**, but more than a
little weird. But he put the thought from his mind as
soon as he reached his locker. When he had changed into
his uniform he ran out through the gym doors onto the
playing field behind the school.

Danny was already there, organizing a passing drill with
some other members of the team. Keith joined them, and
for the next hour they led the team through a spirited
practice, under the watchful eye of Coach Kramer. At one
point Keith stopped to catch his breath and noticed the
freshman cheerleading squad, practicing on the sidelines
of the soccer field.

One of the cheerleaders caught his eye and waved. Keith
waved back, then smiled to himself. Janie Greer was new
in school that fall, her father having been transferred
to town from Texas the previous summer. They had bought
a house across from the O'Donnells, and Janie and Keith
had quickly become friends. Janie was almost as tall as
he was, and slender, with long blonde hair, pale skin
and a pretty smile.

Keith had more than once caught himself thinking about
that smile, and what it might be like to have Janie as a
girlfriend. But it had remained an idle fantasy; Janie
wasn't allowed to date, and her parents kept close tabs
on her whereabouts at all times. But sometimes when he
talked with her, Keith thought he sensed something
happening between them, although he wasn't quite sure
what.

He shrugged and turned back to the field, hoping Coach
Kramer hadn't noticed his absence from the drill they
were running. It was another half-hour before the coach
finally blew his whistle and ordered them to the
showers, by which time Keith had worked up a good sweat
in the still-warm September air. He started walking
slowly toward the gym; in a moment he heard footsteps
coming from behind, and then Danny was beside him, his
uniform also drenched in sweat. He patted Keith on the
back and said, "Hey, good practice, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty good," said Keith. "We should be ready for
the first game."

"Sure, we'll be ready." Danny lowered his voice. "Did
you see Allison?"

"Uh huh. Just before practice." Keith also lowered his
voice. "She told me the bad news."

"Yeah, that's a bummer," said Danny. "I was really
looking forward to it. Josey promised to put her finger
in my butt again." Danny looked at Keith seriously. "You
have to try that with Allie," he said. "It's incredible.
I even did it to myself last night, while I was jerking
off. I shot so much spunk I had to change the sheets."

"Jeez, Danny," said Keith, flushing. "Don't talk about
stuff like that in school, okay? Somebody might hear."
He glanced around, to see if anyone was within earshot.
Then he frowned. Most of the cheerleaders had already
gone inside the gym, but Janie Greer was still on the
field, talking to a boy wearing a football uniform and
carrying his helmet under his arm. Keith turned to Danny
and said "Isn't that Justin Merullo over there?"

"Yeah," said Danny, glancing in that direction. "Why?"

"He's talking to Janie Greer."

"So?" Danny shrugged. "He's the quarterback. She's
probably asking him out on a date. All the cheerleaders
want to go out with the quarterback." Then he looked at
Keith narrowly. "What's the matter? You sound like
you're jealous, or something."

"I'm not jealous," Keith lied. "I just, well, I don't
want Janie hanging around with him. He's not a nice guy.
He might try and, you know, do something to her."

"Yeah, he might," Danny agreed. "I heard he's done it
with a lot of the cheerleaders."

Keith didn't answer; they walked the rest of the way to
the gym in silence, although Keith turned back twice to
stare at Justin and Janie, who were still talking. By
the time he and Danny arrived in the locker room the
rest of the team was either already in the shower or
finished and getting dressed. Keith took his time
removing his uniform, all the while regarding Danny, who
was doing the same a few lockers away.

Danny's skin was very pale, and covered with freckles,
even under his arms. Danny unsnapped his protective cup
and pulled down his supporter, and Keith noticed for the
first time the tufts of red fuzz that had begun to grow
in his friend's pubic region. Taking off his own
supporter, Keith admired the few strands of dark blonde
fur which had recently appeared just above his own tool,
much to Allison's delight.

He and Danny walked the short distance to the shower
room, whice was deserted, the rest of the team having
already finished their showers. Keith stood under one of
the shower heads and was about to begin soaping himself
when suddenly two boys appeared in the doorway. Keith
grimaced as he recognized Justin Merullo and his pal,
Bernie Kinross, the football team's starting tight end.

Justin was f******n, and although not as big as some of
his teammates, he was considerably hairier. He also had
a dick that was, in Keith's view, enormous, made even
more so by being uncircumcised, a rarity in their school
district. Justin smiled broadly when he saw Keith and
Danny. He turned toward Bernie and said, "Well, well.
Look what we have here, Bernie. Two girls in the boy's
locker room."

"Yeah," said Bernie, grinning. "And really ugly ones,
too."

Bernie was nearly fifteen and huge, with blond hair that
was almost white. Most of the freshman boys tried to
stay on his good side, but Danny wasn't among them.

"What are you talking about, Fatso?" he asked, scowling
at the larger boy.

"Who are you calling fat?" Bernie snarled back, making a
move toward Danny. But Justin stopped him.

"Relax, Bernie. You shouldn't let what Danielle says
bother you. She's probably on her period."

Danny's face was turning red, a sure sign that he was
about to lose his temper. Keith moved closer to him and
said quietly "Come on, Danny. Take your shower and let's
get out of here."

"Yes, run along, c***dren," said Justin airily. "We men
have plans to make."

"Yeah," said Bernie. "You have to decide which
cheerleader you're going to screw next."

"What do you mean, next?" asked Danny suspiciously.

"Oh, didn't you hear?" Justin asked airily. "Last
Saturday night I made it with Robin Coffey."

"You did?" said Keith. He shook his head. "I doubt that.
Where?"

"At Billy Ralston's party. In his parent's bed." Justin
paused for effect. "A waterbed."

"Yeah, and I listened outside the door," said Bernie. He
giggled. "Man, you should have heard her yell when
Justin popped her cherry!"

"Bernie, you are a real pig," Keith said. Robin Coffey
was another of the freshman cheerleaders, a dark-haired
girl with large breasts which were rumored to be at
least half toilet paper. Justin looked at Keith
innocently.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Oh, I know. You wanted
to be the first guy to get inside Robin's panties. Well,
sorry, Keith. I beat you to it."

"Nah, you're wrong, Justin," said Bernie. "Look at the
little peckers Keith and Danny have. I bet they can
hardly take a piss without getting it all over their
pants, they're so small. A girl would just laugh at
them, and they know it."

"Oh, you think so, Porky?" Danny said hotly. "Well,
you'd be one surprised asshole if you knew who Keith and
I have been screwing for three months."

"Probably each other," said another boy, who had just
walked into the shower room. Danny immediately turned
his attention to the newcomer and said "Wrong, Jay.
We've been doing it with girls. OLDER girls."

"Yeah, sure," said Bernie, laughing derisively. "What
did you do, cut a hole in the centerfold of your old
man's Playboy?"

"Very funny," said Danny. "But you wouldn't be laughing
if you knew who they were, Lard-butt. They're two of the
best looking chicks in this whole school."

"That's enough, Danny," said Keith, trying to remain
calm as he realized how close Danny was to spilling
their big secret. But the other boys continued to laugh,
thinking that Danny was making idle boasts. After a
moment Bernie turned his attention to Keith.

"Hey, Justin," he said. "Did you see Keith staring at
you while you were putting the make on Janie Greer? I
could see his eyes popping from clear across the field."

"Oh, really?" said Justin. He smiled nastily at Keith.
"Maybe it's Janie that Keith has the hots for instead of
Robin. Could it be, Keith? Do you fall asleep at night
pulling your pud over Janie? Because if you do, then
check with me Monday morning. I'll let you know if she
was a virgin or not."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Keith asked,
trying not to sound angry.

"I'm talking about the fact that Robin is having a party
Saturday night, and she's going to invite Janie, and
before it's over I'm going to screw her."

"Like hell you will," Keith said hotly. "First of all,
Janie isn't allowed to date, or go to boy-girl parties.
And second, she wouldn't do it with you for a hundred
bucks."

"Oh, yeah?" said Bernie. "How do you know that? Is that
what you offered her?"

"I've about had it with your mouth, Kinross," Keith said
furiously.

"Oh, yeah?" sneered Bernie. "Then go ahead and do
something about it, you little faggot."

Keith started toward Bernie, his fists clenched. "No,
Keith!" Danny exclaimed, stepping between his friend and
the bigger boy. Just then Coach Kramer appeared in the
doorway to the shower room.

"All right, break it up in there," he called out. All
five of the boys turned and looked in his direction, and
Keith took a step back from Justin. Coach Kramer looked
at them each in turn, then shook his head.

"O'Donnell, Whitmore, get out here. The rest of you,
knock it off."

Keith and Danny walked toward the doorway, while Bernie
muttered something to Justin and Jay. When they were
outside in the locker room the coach glared at Keith.

"Jesus, O'Donnell," he said. "What were you thinking?
Fighting half the football team while you're buck naked
on a wet tile floor. You could have been seriously hurt.
That's a stunt I would have expected from Whitmore, not
you." He patted Danny on the boy's bare behind, letting
his hand linger a few seconds longer than necessary.
"He's the one with the temper."

"You're right, that was stupid," said Keith, abashed.
"I'm sorry."

"Okay. But don't do it again. I can't afford to lose
either one of you guys this season." He smiled
knowingly. "It was over a girl, I suppose?"

"Uh, sort of," said Keith. The coach shook his head.

"Nothing but trouble," he muttered. Then he shrugged.
"Okay. But be careful." He also gave Keith a pat on the
butt, letting one finger slide briefly into the boy's
crack. "Now go get dressed and get out of here. And
remember, no practice tomorrow. I've got a meeting."

Coach Kramer walked off toward his office, while Danny
and Keith returned to their lockers. While he was drying
himself Keith said "You know, I like Coach K., but I
wish he'd stop feeling everybody's ass."

"Aw, I don't think he means anything by it," said Danny,
running a towel across his back.

"Yes, he does," said Keith. "I know he likes seeing us
naked. Why else would he hang around by the shower door
all day, handing out towels to k**s who aren't even in
his gym class?"

"Yeah, he does kind of do that," Danny agreed.

"He sure does. And how come he showers with us
sometimes? He has a shower in his office."

"A lot of the teachers shower in the boy's locker room,"
said Danny. "I saw the woodworking teacher, Mr.
Pisarcik, in there last Thursday after my gym class. And
does he ever have a big dick! It's even bigger than T.J.
Wickham's." Danny chuckled. "If mine was that big, I'd
want everyone to see it, too. But hey, what's with you,
anyway? Getting into a fight over Janie Greer." Danny
shook his head. "Boy, I sure hope Allie doesn't hear
about it. She'll be jealous."

"Oh, crap, Danny, don't say anything," Keith said
pleadingly. "It isn't that big a deal."

"Oh, I won't," Danny said solemnly. But Keith knew his
friend better than that. Danny and Allison were very
close, much closer than he was with Josey, and Keith was
certain that Allison would know the whole story before
dinner time. His fears were confirmed that night when,
as he was getting ready for bed, he heard a knock on his
door.

"Yeah?" he called out.

"It's me," said Josey. He opened the door and his
pretty, brown-haired sister stepped into the room. She
was wearing her nightgown without a robe, and Keith
couldn't help but notice how nice her breasts looked.
Lucky Danny, he thought.

"Hi," Josey said. "I have something for you." She handed
him a small brown paper bag. Keith looked inside; then
he stared at Josey.

"Are those...?" he began.

"Condoms," she said. "And that tube is K-Y jelly."

"Oh." There were half a dozen squares of tinfoil in the
bag. Keith took one out and looked at the label, which
read "Trojan Juniors. For adolescent protection".

"Uh, thanks," he said. "But I thought Allie was on the
pill."

"She is," said Josey. "So am I. But we decided you two
would probably start thinking about screwing other girls
one day soon, and we want you to be prepared. We were
going to let you try them out the next time we were
together, but after what happened this afternoon, well,
we decided not to wait."

"What do you mean?" Keith asked.

"You know. The fight you almost had with that
quarterback k**."

"Where did you hear about that?" he exclaimed.

"From Allie, of course," she told him. "I just got off
the phone with her. And you know where she got it."

"From bigmouth Danny," Keith muttered.

"Of course." Josey laughed. "That boy is worse with
secrets than any girl I ever met. But I'm glad he did
tell her." She smiled at Keith. "So, you've got a thing
for little Janie, eh?"

"No, I don't have a thing for her," Keith replied. "I
just like her, that's all. Justin was bragging about
what he was going to do to her, and it made me mad."

"I'm glad," Josey said. "Janie is a nice k**. She needs
to have her first time with someone who'll treat her
right. Someone like you, little brother." She laughed
again. "Don't blush, Keith. You and Danny have turned
into really good lovers. But remember, if you do decide
to make it with Janie, or anyone else, use one of those.
And don't forget the jelly; it will help you get your
thing inside her. Okay?"

"Uh, sure," said Keith, feeling his pecker start to rise
inside his pajamas. Josey noticed it, and chuckled.

"Why don't you practice with one of those before you go
to sleep?" she said.

"Practice?" asked Keith. "How?"

"I'm not sure," she answered. "But Rick says he used to
do it with two pillows and a sock." She started toward
the door. "It's one of those guy things, b*o'.I'm sure
you can figure it out..."

And Keith did figure it out, after he had said goodnight
to his mother and closed his door firmly. It didn't take
him long to put the condom on correctly, having seen a
film strip on the subject a couple of weeks before in
his freshman health class. It fit snugly, and the
sensation of having it on made Keith feel very grown up,
much as his first jock strap had done.

The rest of the project was more puzzling, but
eventually Keith discovered that by smearing the condom
with the jelly, pulling a sock over it, then kneeling in
front of his two bed pillows and leaning forward, he was
able to simulate having intercourse. The condom felt
strange, and Keith had to keep moving his hips back and
forth for a long time before he finally managed to
ejaculate into it, all the while imagining what Janie
Greer would look like naked.

When he was finished he removed the condom and tied the
end off, as the film strip had taught him. Then he
slipped it under the bed, until he could flush it down
the toilet in the morning. Not bad, he thought as he
drifted off to sleep. But don't k** yourself, O'Donnell.
Janie Greer wouldn't let you get to first base, let
alone go all the way, no matter what Josey says...

Since there was no practice the next afternoon, Keith
spent an hour after school in the library, working on a
term paper for his history class that was due in a week.
It was a six-block walk from school to his house, and
the sky looked threatening as he started out. He was
only half-way home when a tremendous downpour suddenly
began; he started running, but by the time he reached
his front porch five minutes later he was completely
drenched.

Well, at least my book sack is waterproof, he thought as
he sat down on the steps and took off his Reeboks and
socks. Just then he heard a voice call out "Keith?"
Looking up, he saw Janie Greer running across the street
toward him from her house. As soon as she arrived on the
porch he could see that she had also gotten caught in
the rain. Her clothes were soaked, and her long blonde
hair was dripping.

"Hi," he said. He smiled at her ruefully. "You too,
huh?"

Janie nodded. "I was walking home from Robin's house
when it started. Then, when I got here, I found out I
didn't have my key, and my Mom isn't home."

"Wow. Bummer." Keith hesitated, then said "Uh, would you
like to come in and dry off, or something?"

"Oh, I'd love to," said Janie. "Wait a minute, I'll take
off my shoes, too."

Janie slipped off her brown oxfords, then pulled down
her knee socks and set them on the porch next to
Keith's. He unlocked the front door and they went into
the living room. There they stood, looking at each
other, and Keith couldn't help but notice that Janie's
blouse had become transparent in the rain, revealing the
fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. He quickly looked
away, feeling the familiar stirring inside his
underwear. Janie was looking at him expectantly; finally
he said "Uh, I guess I'd better get you a towel."

"Do you have something I can put on?" she asked. "These
are really wet."

"Yeah, probably." Keith went into the laundry room,
which was just off the kitchen, and rummaged through a
basket of clean clothes next to the dryer. There were
plenty of towels, but the only thing he could find for
her to wear was one of his spare soccer uniforms. He
took them out and handed them to Janie.

"Is this okay?" he asked. "I didn't see anything of
Josey's in there."

"It's fine," she said. "Where can I change?"

"The bathroom is the first door on the left in the
hallway."

"Thanks," said Janie. "She smiled at him warmly. "You're
a lifesaver."

While Janie was changing in the bathroom, Keith went
back to the laundry room and took off his own clothes,
all the while marvelling at the stroke of fate which had
given him this opportunity to be alone with Janie. His
Mom wouldn't get off until seven that evening, and he
was pretty sure that Josey had gone to Rick's house.

Jeez, he thought as he pulled on an oversized T-shirt
and a pair of sweatpants. Wouldn't it be great if... but
then he shook his head. Forget it, pal, he told himself.
Don't try anything with her. She'd just get mad, and
probably tell her Mom, and then...

Keith shrugged, determined to put the thought out of his
mind. He hadn't been able to find any underwear in the
laundry basket, a fact that became obvious when he
walked out to the living room. Janie was curled up on
the living room sofa, wearing his uniform. The shorts,
even though they were too big for her, showed off her
long, slender legs, which still held some of her summer
tan. Janie shifted slightly as he approached, and for an
instant he thought he had a glimpse of her pussy through
one of the leg holes.

He immediately sat down and turned away from her, hoping
she wouldn't see the growing bulge in his sweatpants.
Janie reached into her pocketbook and took out a comb,
which she began running through the tangles in her wet
hair. After a second she said "I really appreciate you
doing this for me, Keith."

"Oh, it's no problem," he said hurriedly. He snuck a
glance at her, and saw the slight bulge of her breasts
through the t-shirt. The lump in his crotch continued to
grow, and a wet spot began to appear on the front of his
sweats. Keith crossed his legs, wondering what he'd do
if she asked him to get her something to eat or drink.
But instead Janie said "Why don't you turn on the
television? "All The Days Of My c***dren" is on Channel
3."

"Sure," said Keith. He found the remote on the coffee
table and switched on the television, just in time to
see two teenagers engaging in a long, passionate kiss.

"Oh, good," said Janie. "This is the part I wanted to
see."

"Who are they?" Keith asked. "I never watch soaps."

"You don't?" Janie looked surprised. "I thought
everybody watched

"All The Days Of My c***dren". Anyway, that's Phillip
and Erin. They met at the beach this summer, and they
kept dating when school started, and this week, well..."
Janie hesitated, and Keith saw that she was blushing.

"What?" he asked.

"They're probably going to do it," Janie said, not
looking at him. "Robin said she heard it might even be
today."

Keith looked at the television, and guessed that Janie
was right. The boy, who looked vaguely like Justin
Merullo, seemed to have his tongue half way down the
girl's throat, while her hands tugged at the back of his
shirt. The background music, slow and languid,
contributed to the passionate atmosphere.

The boy pulled the girl down onto a sofa and began
unbuttoning her blouse when the music began a slow fade,
and the next thing Keith knew a lady came on the screen,
selling a pregnancy testing product. He took a breath
and said "Hmm. That was, uh, pretty good."

"Yeah, it was very sexy," Janie agreed. She looked at
Keith from the corner of her eye. "I hope they come back
to them after the commercial."

"Yeah, so do I." Keith took a deep breath. "It looks
like they're about to have some fun."

"Yeah, it does." Janie turned and looked at him fully.
"Not that I'd know, of course."

"Huh?" Keith said, not sure he understood what she
meant. He turned and stared at her, and saw that she was
blushing deeply. But Janie had apparently decided to
finish what she was trying to start. She returned
Keith's glance, then said "You like me, don't you,
Keith?"

"Sure," said Keith.

"Good." Suddenly Janie slid over next to him on the
couch. "Because I really like you, too."

"You do?"

"Yes, I do. A lot." Keith saw her large blue eyes gaze
earnestly into his. "I liked you from the day we moved
in, and I saw you sitting in that rocking chair on the
porch, reading." Janie moved still closer, until their
legs were touching. "Do you have a girlfriend, Keith?"

"No. I mean, well, sort of. Not really." Keith was
feeling a little bit dizzy. Janie smiled at him
knowingly.

"Most of the girls think you're too shy to have a
girlfriend, but Robin says she heard that you met
somebody over the summer, somebody who doesn't go to our
school."

"Uh, yeah, that's it," Keith said quickly. "Someone I
met at soccer camp."

"That's what I thought." Janie's foot was now touching
his, and he felt her toes running along his instep. "Do
you still see her?"

"Uh, no, not exactly." Keith slid his right hand into
his lap, in an attempt to cover the activity in his
sweatpants. "On weekends, sometimes."

"Do you do it with her?" Janie asked. "I mean, it's okay
if you do. I won't mind."

"Well, yeah," he said, gulping. "We did it a few times."

"You did?" Janie seemed genuinely surprised. "Wow. I
don't know anyone who's done it, except Robin. She did
it with Justin Merullo last Friday." Janie frowned. "She
didn't like it."

"Oh." Keith shrugged. "Well, it's okay. With my friend,
I mean."

"I almost did once," said Janie. "But we stopped at the
last minute."

"How come?" Keith asked.

"Because I was only twelve then, and I didn't think I
was old enough." She paused. "But I'm thirteen now," she
added.

Keith nodded. Janie was again looking at him
expectantly. Finally he said "Uh, well, if you'd like to
try it . . . I mean, you don't have to, or anything. But
if you did, we could, you know . . . "

Janie didn't answer. Instead she put her arms around
him, and he tentatively began kissing her. He was
surprised when he felt her tongue, and he wondered
vaguely who had taught her to French kiss. After a few
moments of this she pulled away from him, breathing
heavily.

"Uh, maybe we'd better go to your room, or something,"
she said, glancing toward the front door. "In case your
Mom or your sister comes home."

She stood up, and Keith slowly did the same, realizing
there was no way to hide the condition of his dick. He
saw Janie glance at his crotch, then look away, but she
was smiling. She followed him up the stairs to his
bedroom. When the door was closed they stood looking at
each other until Keith said "Well, I guess we'd better
take our clothes off.

"I suppose so," said Janie. She took a deep breath, then
reached down and pulled the soccer shorts over her hips
and stepped out of them. Keith caught a quick glimpse of
her slit before it was covered by the too large T-shirt.
Janie smiled and said "Okay, your turn."

Keith nodded, and pulled the sweatshirt over his head.
Then he slipped the waistband of the sweatpants
carefully over his throbbing erection and slid them off,
completely revealing his slim, lithe figure to Janie.
She slowly took off the t-shirt, and Keith now had a
chance to see her tiny, budding breasts, with the little
girl nipples standing out straight from her body.

They stared openly at each other for a long moment;
Keith's gaze was drawn to Janie's pussy, which was thin-
lipped and hairless, save for a little triangle of
blonde fuzz on her mound. Janie, meanwhile, had her own
eyes fixed on his stiff penis, which was standing up
almost straight, its tip a bright pink. After a moment
she whispered "I've never seen one before."

"Really?" Keith said, surprised.

"Well, not one that was sticking out like that." Janie
smiled at him shyly. "Can I touch it?"

"Sure." Keith sat on the bed, and she sat next to him.
"Help yourself."

Janie's small hand reached out and tentatively touched
the shaft of his penis, causing him to inhale sharply.
Suddenly his mind began whirling, as he realized what
was about to happen. Somehow sex with Allison had always
seemed like taking swimming lessons, or learning how to
wrestle.

She was the teacher and he was the student, and he was
content to follow her lead in all of their encounters.
But Janie was a virgin who had never even seen a hard-on
before, and he knew she would be expecting him to make
the decisions about what they would do, and when.
Forcing himself to concentrate, he said softly "You
better not do that right now."

"Oh, does it hurt?" Janie asked, taking her hand away.
"I'm sorry."

"No, it feels great," he said. "But if you keep it up,
I'll come off too fast."

"Oh." Janie shrugged. "You tell me what you want to do,
then."

"Okay. Why don't we, uh, get under the covers?"

"Sure." They stood up, and Keith pulled back the
bedspread and blanket. Then he went to his dresser and
reached into his underwear drawer, coming out with the
condoms and k-y jelly.

"What's that?" Janie asked.

"Condoms," Keith told her.

"Oh, good," Janie looked relieved. "I figured you'd have
some. Robin said Justin didn't have any with him. She
had to make him get one from one of his friends before
they did it."

"Uh, yeah," said Keith. "Well, let's get in."

They got under the blanket, then turned so they were
facing each other. Janie immediately started kissing
him, and Keith let his hand touch her left breast. It
felt small, compared to Allison's, but the little nipple
was hard. His hand slid down across her abdomen to her
thighs. Janie spread her legs, and he slowly worked his
index finger down to her pussy and began gently
massaging her little clit. He felt her jump as soon as
he touched it; then she began to relax.

"That feels nice," she murmured.

"Good," said Keith, grateful that Allison had taught him
the right places to touch a girl to give her pleasure.
Janie's pussy lips felt strange, with only a few strands
of wiry hair on them, and for a second Keith wondered if
it was right for him to have sex with her. But then he
thought "Heck, she's almost as old as I am. And besides,
it was her idea."

He let his finger slide down to her hole, which was
smaller than Allison's, and not nearly as wet, while his
dick throbbed uncomfortably. After a few seconds he said
"Uh, I think it's time for me to put on the condom." He
pulled back the blanket, then reached over to the
bedside table and picked one up. It took him only a
moment to open the package and get it in place, while
Janie looked on with obvious interest.

"That must feel funny," she said when he was done.

"It does, a little." He kissed her, then asked "Are you
ready?"

"I guess so. Do you want to get on top of me?"

"In a second. But let me do this first." He flipped back
the top on the tube of jelly and spread some on his
finger. He coated the condom with it, then began rubbing
it around the entrance to Janie's vagina.

"What's that for?" she asked.

"So I can put my thing in you easier. It won't hurt as
much."

Janie closed her eyes and sighed.

"You're so thoughtful," she said. "Not like Justin was
with Robin."

"Justin Merullo is a pig," Keith said flatly. He
finished working the jelly around Janie's introitus,
then added a little more to the condom for good measure.
When he was done he said "Okay. Uh, why don't you lay
back and spread your legs wide. And kind of lift your
knees a little."

Janie did as he asked, revealing her little-girl pussy
to him fully. Keith knelt between her knees and leaned
forward, keeping his weight on his arms as much as
possible. When he was ready he waited, but Janie made no
move to guide him inside of her, as Allison always did.
Keith frowned, and pushed his hips forward, hoping he
would somehow slide into her, but without success.
Finally he reached down with one hand and located the
entrance to her vagina. With this landmark found he was
finally able to hit his target; he felt the tip of his
dick begin to penetrate her hole slightly, then stop.

He pushed harder, and heard Janie gasp as he began to
slide in. Keith's immediate sensation was that she was
much tighter than Allison, almost painfully tight. The
next thing he noticed was the presence of the condom,
which seemed to take away most of the warmth he always
felt when he was inside Allison.

He pulled back and pushed in again, this time
penetrating half an inch farther. Janie flinched, and
Keith thought he felt something give way inside of her.
Suddenly she wasn't quite so tight, and he slid in
almost all the way. He looked down at Janie and saw the
tears forming in her eyes. Alarmed, he asked "Does it
hurt?"

"A little," she admitted.

"Do you want me to stop? I will, if it hurts too much."
But Janie shook her head.

"No, it's okay. Go ahead."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh huh." Janie closed her eyes, and moved her hips back
and forth gently. "I think I'm getting used to it."

"Okay." Keith kissed her, and she tried to respond, but
then she winced as he moved forward, this time pushing
the entire length of his penis into her. He pulled back
and thrust forward again several times, until, despite
Janie's obvious discomfort and the distraction of the
condom, he felt himself close to ejaculating.

Too fast, he thought to himself as he tried to slow
down. But instinct had taken over, and after a few more
short strokes he lunged forward, again penetrating Janie
deeply.

This time he remained buried inside her to the hilt,
gasping as the semen began spurting out of him and into
the reservoir tip of the condom, where it remained,
feeling warm and sticky on the tip of his penis. When it
was over he looked down at Janie, who was regarding him
with a mixture of wonderment and fear.

"That was it?" she asked. "You, uh, came off?"

"Uh huh." Keith remained where he was for a few seconds,
then slowly pulled his penis back, until it slid out of
her vagina. Janie looked at it curiously.

"Boy, that's weird," she said. "All that stuff came out
of you?"

"Yeah." Keith carefully pulled the condom off before he
lost his erection, as he had been taught in his health
class. After he had tied the end he looked down at
Janie. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Does it hurt?"

"Not really," she answered. She reached between her legs
and felt gingerly around her vagina. "I don't think I'm
bleeding. Robin said I probably wouldn't, since I used
to ride horses every summer until we moved here. She
said I probably tore my hymen a long time ago."

"Uh, yeah," said Keith, only vaguely aware of what she
meant. He lowered himself next to her, and they lay side
by side, looking up at the ceiling. "So, did you like
it?" he asked.

"I guess so," she answered slowly. "It didn't hurt that
much. It felt kind of strange, though. Like you were, I
don't know, sticking to me."

"Really?" Keith frowned. "That was probably the condom.
I guess I didn't use enough jelly." Then he sighed.
"It's too bad we can't try it without one. It feels so
much better."

"You mean you've done it without one?" Janie asked,
surprised. "I thought boys always had to wear one."

"Uh, usually we do," Keith said. "But my, uh, friend,
doesn't make me, since she's on the Pill."

"She is?" Janie stared at him. "How old is she?"

"Almost s*******n," Keith admitted.

"Wow. She's old." Janie looked at Keith speculatively.
"You're lucky."

Yeah, I guess." They remained silent for a moment. Then
Janie said "I suppose there's no reason why we can't do
it again without one. Do you want to?"

"Well, sure," said Keith, surprised. "But aren't you
afraid of getting pregnant?"

"Not really." Janie started to blush. "I don't get a
period every month, yet. I only started last spring.
We're all late bloomers in my family."

"Oh." This was a subject Keith knew nothing about, but
his only concern at that moment was that Janie was
willing to have sex again, and without a condom. He was
aware that having intercourse without any protection was
dangerous, but the thought of Janie's tight little pussy
gripping his dick without the layer of latex in between
quickly put the thought from his mind. Still, he had
learned enough from Allison to keep him from mounting
Janie immediately. Instead he let his hand move to her
breasts, where he began stroking her nipples gently.
After a moment she asked "Is it okay if I touch you?"

"Sure," he answered. "I won't be able to come off again
for a few minutes, at least."

Janie reached over and let her fingers run lightly over
his chest and down across his abdomen.

"You're skin is soft," she said. "And you aren't all
hairy, like some boys. Robin said Justin has hair all
around his thing, and on his legs and chest."

"Yeah, I don't even shave yet," Keith admitted. "And my
dick isn't very big, compared to a lot of the guys. But
that's probably good, since this is your first time."

"I think you're just the right size," she said. Then she
sighed. "But I suppose my breasts seem awfully small,
compared to your girlfriend."

This was true, although Keith would never say so.
Instead he leaned over and kissed Janie's nipples,
something else he had learned from Allison. He let his
tongue linger on both of them long enough to elicit
several small moans from her. Then he moved his hand
down to her thighs, and slowly parted the nearly
hairless lips. After a moment he said "When we do it
again, I want you to come off, too."

"Really?" Janie looked at him quizzically. "You mean
like when I play with myself?"

"Uh huh. My, uh, friend says girls come off a lot harder
when they're with boys than when they do it to
themselves."

"Really? Does she come off when you do it with her?"

"All the time," Keith said, allowing a touch of pride to
enter his voice.

"Oh." Janie shrugged. "Well, okay. I'll try."

"Good." Keith continued to stroke around her clit, until
he heard her emit a small moan. He kept it up, working
his finger in a circle. After a few minutes he felt her
begin to grow wet with her own juices. "Umm," she
whispered. "That feels really great."

"Good." Suddenly he had a brainstorm. "I know what," he
said. "Why don't you get on top this time? Al - I mean,
my friend always comes off better when she's on top."

"Me on top?" asked Janie. "How?"

"Easy. I'll lay back, and you kind of straddle me, and
move up an down on my dick."

"Oh." Janie looked at him doubtfully. "I didn't know
people could do it like that."

"Well, they can. Come on, let's try."

Keith rolled over on his back, while Janie got up on her
knees and maneuvered herself over him. This time Keith
had no trouble bringing the tip of his penis to her
vaginal opening. Janie was very wet, and he slid in the
first half-inch with no difficulty.

"There," he said. "Now you lower yourself onto me
whenever you're ready."

Janie nodded, and slowly began easing herself onto his
swollen dick. Keith resisted the urge to thrust up into
her, even though the sight of his tool slowly
disappearing into her smooth pussy sent a charge of
electricity along his spine. He felt her flinch once and
start to pull up, but after a few seconds she began
coming down again. Soon she had him entirely inside of
her. She waited a moment, trying to adjust to the
sensation; then she smiled down at him. Keith smiled
back.

"Great," he said. "Now just move up and down a little,
and I'll move with you. Does it feel okay?"

"Uh huh," she said. Her eyes were closed, and her hands
gripped his shoulders tightly. Keith began a slow up and
down motion with his hips, and Janie responded, soon
catching the rhythm. Her body was now fully relaxed, and
a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips.

"Still okay?" he asked. Janie nodded, but didn't answer.
Her eyes remained closed, while her hips began moving in
a circular motion, similar to the way Allison moved when
she was getting close to an orgasm. He pulled her head
down and began kissing her, his tongue wrestling with
hers inside her mouth, until she broke away from him
with a gasp.

The tightness of Janie's pussy began to have a profound
effect on Keith. He felt himself acutely aware of the
way it felt right at the entrance to her vagina, where
the grip was the firmest. A deep moan came out of him,
and he knew that he was only seconds away from the best
orgasm of his young life. He held out for several more
exquisite strokes, then reared back one last time and
thrust upward, crying out as the first shot of semen
burst from the tip of his dick.

For several seconds he was overwhelmed by the sensation,
forgetting where he was or whom he was with. It was only
when he heard Janie exclaim "Oh, God!" in his ear that
he realized she, too, was having an orgasm.

Keith held her against him, as her muscles contracted
around his still spurting tool. Finally he felt her
relax and go limp, resting her head on his shoulder.
Keith continued to hold his dick Inside her, until he
felt his erection begin to diminish. When he finally
pulled it out he felt a warm rush of fluid, followed by
Janie's whispered "What's that?"

"My, uh, cum," he answered. "And some of yours, too."

"Oh." Janie lifted her head for a moment and smiled at
him. "I can still feel some inside me." She put her head
back on his chest and closed her eyes. "It felt funny
when it was coming out of you. It was nice, though. A
lot nicer than the first time."

"Yeah, for me, too," said Keith.

"Good." After a few moments Janie lifted herself off him
and lay down by his side. Her hand reached out and
touched his now limp pecker. She looked at it curiously.

"That's so weird, how it gets big, then small again,"
she said.

"Yeah, I guess it is," Keith agreed. "Boys get used to
it, though."

"I suppose they must." After a few seconds he heard her
say "Keith? Are you going to tell anyone about this?"

"Of course not," he answered. "I would never do that."

"Really?" Janie lifted herself off him and lay down by
his side. She stared into his eyes. "You really aren't
going to tell? I thought boys bragged about doing it to
all their friends. That's what Justin did, after he did
it with Robin."

"I'm not Justin Merullo," said Keith firmly. "I think
too much of you to ruin your reputation like that." He
paused, then added "I really like you, Janie. A lot."

"I like you, too, Keith. A lot." Janie smiled at him.
"I'm not going to tell anyone, either." Then she
giggled. "Well, I'll probably tell Robin. She is my best
friend. And you can tell your best friend, too, I
suppose."

"You mean Danny?" Keith shook his head. "No, I don't
think so. He'd blab it to everybody in school."

"Yeah, maybe I'd better not tell Robin, either," said
Janie. "We can keep it our secret." Then she sighed. "It
won't be a secret for long, though, if I don't get home
before my Mom. She'll wonder where I was."

"But what about your key?" he asked. "You can't get in."

"Oh, that." Janie giggled. "I'm afraid I have a
confession to make. I made up that stuff about my key. I
just wanted an excuse to come inside your house. I was
hoping this would happen."

Keith looked at Janie in amazement.

"You did?" he exclaimed. She nodded.

"I hope you don't mind," she said. "I just couldn't
bring myself to ask you if you wanted to, you know, do
it. I was afraid you'd say no, and think I was cheap, or
something." She stared earnestly into his eyes. "You
don't think that, do you? I mean, I'd never even done it
before..."

"I don't think that," Keith told her. "I think you're,
well, wonderful."

"Do you really?"

"Really."

"Good," Janie sighed. "I wish I could stay with you for
a while. It's cozy, being in bed with someone else on a
day like today."

"I know. But you don't want to get caught."

"You're right."

Janie got up from the bed, while Keith did the same.
Janie stepped into the uniform shorts, then grimaced.
"I'm going to get the wet stuff between my legs all over
these," she said. "I hope you don't mind."

"No," said Keith, pulling on his sweatpants. "It's okay.
You can hang onto them, if you want. I have more."

"Okay." Janie smiled at him. "I'll wear them to bed,
after I wash them. They'll remind me of you."

"Just don't let your parents see them," Keith warned
her. "They'll wonder where you got them."

"You're right," said Janie, as she put on the t-shirt.
"I'll be careful."

Keith put on his sweatshirt and they went downstairs.
Janie gathered up her wet clothes, and they stepped out
onto the porch. The rain had almost stopped, but the sky
was dark, promising more storms to come. Janie picked up
her shoes and socks, then turned to Keith.

"Thank you," she said seriously.

"For what?" he asked.

"For making my first time so nice." She kissed him.
"I'll always remember it."

"Well, maybe we can do it again some time," said Keith.

"Okay," Janie said, smiling. "I'd like that."

She waved, and then ran down the stairs and across the
street to her front porch. When she arrived there she
waved again before opening the front door, which
apparently wasn't even locked.

Keith stared after her, not quite believing what had
happened. So dazed was he, in fact, that he failed to
notice the figure standing behind a street light, not
fifty feet away on the sidewalk. But Timmy Garrison had
seen Keith, and Janie, his face was a mask of shock and
dismay...