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Most of my friends were happy to be done with junior year. One year left of high school. Then real life would hit. Some disappearing off to college if their families could scrape together the money, most moving on to "real" jobs like their Dads had. It was going to be our last free summer. Sure most of us had some kind of job to have spending money, but the nights were free, the weekends for adventure. We weren't "legal" yet but in those days 17ish was close enough. And if you were lucky you had an older friend with a car. Cruising the avenue, hanging out with friends. It was the stuff of nostalgia.

And then there were the girls. Now I was kind of shy and more inclined to find a stick ball game, but I was noticing how the neighborhood girls were changing. And some of the guys were meeting girls from other neighborhoods. Developed girls. Yes, I noticed.

It was right near the end of the school year, maybe two weeks to go when my best friend Freddy Grayson cornered me. "Slim, Slim, you gotta hear this." Now my name is Henry and you'd think I'd have a nickname like Hank or something, but no, I'd been Slim since grade school. And yeah I was. Barely over 5 feet and 100 pounds in 8th grade, I was now about 5-10 and 150 something. So Slim stuck. I guess it was ok as far as nicknames go. I've heard worse. So Slim Martin it was. Otherwise I had the typically long hair of the time, dark brown, wavy. Hazel eyes and kind of regular looking. Back to Freddie, "I heard from Sandy, who said Terry told her that Marybeth Larson likes you."

"Really? You heard from who to who to, really?"

"Yeah. The word she used, and DON'T repeat it cause I don't want Sandy mad at me cause I want to ask her out.."

"What?"

"The word they used was infatuated."

"Infatuated?"

"Yeah it means.."

"I KNOW what it means. But Marybeth?"

"Don't you like her?"

"Yeah! I've know her for years." Actually most of use knew everyone for years. We'd gone through elementary school and now high school together. There was a several block area which hadn't change since WWII. Oh sure occasionally someone new would move in or we'd lose a friend cause their Dad got a new job somewhere else, but most of us had played tag and hide and go seek as kids on the same streets. Marybeth lived a couple blocks over from me. I remember her as skinny and fair haired. Always teasing and fun. Now thinking about her I had to admit she'd matured some. Still on the thinner side she had begun to develop. Marybeth. Infatuated?

"So, are you gonna ask her out?"

"I don't know. I haven't really, you know."

"Yes I know. Just ask her to a movie or walk her home from school. See how she reacts."

"Won't it be obvious someone told me?"

"So? If she really likes you she'll be happy."

"Yeah, I guess." Marybeth Larson. Would she want to be my girlfriend? I hadn't ever had a girlfriend. But more of the guys had changed their focus from playing ball to hanging with girls. And I LIKED girls. Thinking about them did cause some private fun in my bedroom. I even kept a Playboy under my matress. Wow. A girlfriend.

The next day I chickened out. Then Thursday there was a study hall in the auditorium. Marybeth and a couple of her friends were sitting behind me. They were giggling and Marybeth leaned forward.

"Hello Henry."

"Oh, um, hi Marybeth."

"Watcha doing? Studying?"

"I IS study hall."

"OK I'll leave you alone." She touched my hair. I felt an electric shock like never before. Of course Marybeth had touched me before, playing tag, slapping me for a joke, even brushing my hair out of my eyes. But this was different. Was she hinting at something? Of course she was.

"No that's ok." I closed my book and turned. Her hair was darker than when she was younger. It would lighten some over the summer. Her pale eyes sparkled with possibilities, her smile melted me as it never had before. "What's up?"

"Oh nothing. Just talking." I noticed her friends moved away, or turned to talk to someone else. It was just Marybeth and me. I asked a few boring questions, then steeling myself,

"So, um, can I walk you home today?" She was a cool customer, but I could see the interest in the way her eyebrows moved and the smile hiding along the edges of her mouth. The bell rang all too soon.

"OK, see you after 7th." Whew, I'd done it. Well I hadn't done anything really. We'd walked home many times, but it was pretty much always with a group of friends. This would be acknowledged as something different. Private. The day dragged on.

I waited outside the main entrance hoping to see Marybeth alone. She finally walked out with Terry and another girl. My shoulders sagged, the sky seemed to darken until Marybeth waved to them and walked by herself over to me.

"Hi Slim. Thanks for waiting."

"Of course, I said I'd walk you home."

"I thought maybe you'd chicken out. But I won a bet when you were here, so good for you." We walked and talked about the usual. It was a fairly long walk since the high school served the whole town and not just our corner of it. We passed all the same landmarks as every other day, but today was different. I was walking, alone, with Marybeth Larson. I didn't try to take her hand. I'm sure that would have seemed too forward. After all we weren't on a date or anything. When we got to her apartment building we stopped and talked a bit longer. I was trying my best not to be too obvious and also not to be a dork. I had a pretty good sense of humor so when I made a crack about one of her neighbors watching us out the window she laughed, "You're so funny Slim. Yeah she'd report to my Mom in a minute if you scandalized me with a kiss or something."

"Oh hey, no I.."

"Stop. No, you keep to yourself there." So ok, I wasn't being too innocent. But I figured....

"So, would you want to go to a movie Saturday night?"

"Henry Martin, are you asking me on a date?"

"Yeah, um, yes I guess so."

"Then I accept." Now I was smiling like a fool. My heart was racing. I could have stood here looking at Marybeth for hours. Then I remembered. I had to get to the Handi Mart to work my after school shift.

"Oh crap. I need to run. I have work at the store. See you tomorrow?"

"Of course. I'll be at school. Want to meet me here in the morning at 7:30?"

"Yeah!" I ran home faster than I could ever remember moving. I got to the store in time. Even grouchy old Mr. Swenson seemed pleasant.

The next day I walked Marybeth to and from school and even sat with her at lunch. There were whispers. Nothing gets past high school girls.

Saturday night. I was dressed about how anyone from my neighborhood would. At least I wore my newer jeans and a collared shirt. I rang the doorbell and was let upstairs. I was greeted at the door by Marybeth's father. All the parents in the area new everyone. Especially the mothers who were out and about shopping and keeping an eye on things. The fathers were usually more serious unless offering tips on how to hit a ball. However, when one of the neighborhood boys showed up at their door to take their daughter on a date, it was a different dynamic. No longer was I little Slim Martin from the other street who was always getting up a game. No, now I was something, someone different. He greeted me. Then asked me what we were seeing and what time we'd be home. There was the unstated reality that any deviation from this plan would be met with dire consequences. I was asking out HIS daughter on a date. I better behave. And whereas "Yes Mr. Larson" would have been an acceptable reply when offered advice on a ballfield, the only appropriate response at this moment was, "Yes sir." The point was well taken. I greeted Marybeth and we left, knowing the watchful eye followed us down the stairs.

"Don't worry about Daddy, he's just giving you the business."

"Yeah, he's Daddy to you. He's a bit scarier to me."

"So you won't hold my hand?" I quickly grasped her offered hand. The neighbors would talk. They always did. We walked the three blocks to the local theater. This was back when every town had a theater. I forget what was playing, but I'm sure it was appropriate for a young lady. When we went through the doors I made a slight movement towards the balcony stairs. It was my understanding that that's where guys took their dates and had some privacy when the lights went down and maybe got in some kissing. Marybeth led the way, to the lower section.

"Let's sit down here, ok?" Of course. I was new at this. And more people could see us. And report back if I got fresh.

"Sure. This is good." We watched the movie. I moved my hand to cover Marybeth's. She pulled away momentarily, then put hers over mine. While I would have died for a forbidden kiss, I was in heaven as it was. At one point she leaned closer to me, our shoulders touching. I guess she enjoyed the movie. I was enjoying being next to, touching, my....girlfriend.

We stopped for an ice cream afterwards and met some friends there. Having your girl with you hanging out at the pizza place or the ice cream shop was a sign that you'd made it out of childhood. Other guys gave you knowing looks. You had a girl. This was going to be our last summer of such innocence. I had Marybeth home with 10 minutes to spare. Her father nodded acknowledging that and that his daughter looked happy and still put together. I'd passed a test of sorts. I went home and took care of the tightness in my briefs. In some ways this was going to be even harder than having no girlfriend.

Now back at school I noticed a change. Marybeth didn't tease me any longer. She sat with me. Laughed at my jokes and gave a certain look towards other girls who talked to me. We'd have lunch together, take walks, and talk. It was just as school was ending that we stopped along a street conveniently several blocks from our neighborhood. Marybeth turned to me.

"Kiss me. I just can't wait any longer and don't be so afraid of everyone else." I was going to say something about other people when her lips pressed against mine. She hung her hands behind my neck and kept the pressure on me. You'd never mistake it for a passionate kiss, our bodies barely touched, just my hands on her hips and hers over my shoulders. We stayed that way moving this way and that trying to turn it into something more. When we came up for air, she smiled at me. "Thanks. I didn't know how long I could wait for you to make a move."

"I didn't want to, you know."

"I'm your girlfriend. You can kiss your girlfriend and, well, for now that's good."

"I liked it. Can I.."

"Oh Slim, I just told you." I pulled her to me and felt her lips on mine, tasting and testing and feeling the magical sensations of two people making contact in that way. If we were older, more experienced, this would have turned into something from a movie. We were happy where we were. Until an older voice yelled down from a window,

"Take that somewhere else. Filth." There was nothing dirty about it. It was the most innocent lovely thing ever. Now when we walked home Marybeth held onto my arm, ensuring contact as we moved together. When we got to the top step of her building, instead of 'good-bye' I received a brief kiss. From upstairs we heard,

"Marybeth?"

"Mom, I can kiss my boyfriend good night."

"Not too long." Then we had another moment. One more kiss, just a bit longer. Memories burned into my brain for the walk home.

School ended for the year. It was the beginning of the last summer of youth. I continued working some hours at the Handi Mart, but there were free days and all the nights. Now when our group hung out on those long summer days I had my girlfriend sitting with me. We were all in the process of turning into young adults, but there was plenty of time for fun, stick ball games, driving around town, and, well...

We'd stopped in a shadow between two streetlights. A little bit of privacy on a quiet street. I was leaning back against a car fender, back when car fenders were as sturdy as living room furniture. Marybeth leaned into me, her arms around me, my hands casually rubbing her bare back below where her halter top stopped. The feel of her smooth skin like silk to my fingers. We'd introduced tongues to our kissing, turning up the passion just a bit. Now as Marybeth turned her head up to me, she was a good 4-5 inches shorter, and I bent mine to her, our tongues wrestled and I could feel her youthful breasts pressed against me. My hands wandered and slipped further, pulling her butt in tighter to me. She moaned in approval through the kiss and I delighted in caressing her round butt through her shorts. She leaned back suddenly,

"Oh wow. Is that your...is that because...Slim!" I guess she hadn't been pressed against me this way before, or maybe it was just the position of it, because I can assure you my cock had been hard many times when I was with Marybeth. She looked down, the lump in my shorts quite obvious. She looked at me. I shrugged.

"What can I say MB? You have an effect on me."

"Does it do that all the time?"

"Kinda yeah. It's not something I can control."

"Does it hurt or anything?"

"Not really. It gets uncomfortable sometimes."

"And all because of me?" She seemed pleased if unsure of what to do next. She glanced up and down the street, then slipped her hand between us and felt the outline. She was actually feeling my cock. She pulled her hand back quickly. "It's so hard. And big."

"I don't know."

"Do you do, what guys do?"

"Um, every time I go home?"

"Because of me?"

"Yes! Of course because of you. You're so cute and, and.." I wasn't sure of the word to use. I didn't want to offend or be too forward, but she kept saying about being her boyfriend so, "and, sexy." She beamed,

"You really think I'm sexy? I'm so thin and not curvy like some of the girls."

"You must be. When you touch me, or lean against me or kiss me I can't think of anything better." She looked at me. Marybeth always looked at me with a certain look, maybe it's what infatuation looks like, I didn't know. But now she was looking at me differently, appraising me in a way. She grinned and pulled me in tight for a kiss, making sure her body was pressed in tight on the bulge in my shorts.

She whispered into my ear, "Tell you a secret. You make me warm, down there, when you kiss me." We stayed that was for a long time before walking home.

We'd moved on to a new place, touching more intimately, my hands now free to briefly touch her breasts, my hands welcome to cup her butt. Her hand testing for that telltale swelling in my pants. Marybeth told me that Friday night we were going to hang out at her friend Terry's.

"Here parents are away. So no parties, but friends hanging out and maybe some unsupervised kissing time." It sounded good to me. It was even better when after a beer and talking about stuff with Terry and her boyfriend Sam, they excused themselves. I was surprised to see them walking down to Terry's bedroom. I raised an eyebrow at Marybeth who said quietly,

"Oh yeah, they do." Huh, good for Sam. Terry was one of those curvier girls. Anyway, now it was Marybeth and me. Alone, kind of in private. "OK, we're not out with the nosy neighbors. Kiss me like you mean it." I did. I kissed her with passion, I kissed her and my hand pushed up her t shirt, taking her breast and rolling her small nipple in my fingers, then for the first time I bent my head and took that nipple into my mouth. There was no complaint, no hesitation from Marybeth. Her hand was under my shirt, feeling my chest, my stomach, nails scratching, then, "Henry, stop, that feels nice, but wait a second." I sat up disappointed. Marybeth was biting her lower lip. Her shirt was still pulled up and I was slightly distracted by her small, now red, breast, until she said, "I want to see it." It? IT! I looked at her to be sure. She was looking down at my crotch, her hand once again caressing the outline. She began opening my pants. I was half holding my breath and half hyperventilating. When she pulled at my shorts, my hard cock pressed out against my white briefs. She put her hand around me, then pulled at the tops of the briefs. I lifted myself off the sofa and she pulled them down. Freed, my cock sprang up pointing away from me. I leaned back as Marybeth surveyed my most private parts. She looked at me, I made a nod with my head to indicate she could go ahead if she wanted. "You're much hairier around here than everywhere else." I wasn't a hairy kind of guy. "It looks so big." It wasn't real big, but if it was the first she'd seen, I guess it was impressive. "And it's all hard and big like this because of me." In fairness, if most anyone was sitting here staring at me it would be hard, but I was ready with the harmless lie,

"Of course. You turn me on so much. I, get like this, because of you." She seemed satisfied. She tentatively reached with her hand. It moved.

"Oh, it, it jumped. Did you do that?"

"I can, and it can move by itself." She looked as me again as she took it in hand. I felt as if I'd died and gone to heaven. Marybeth Larson, my girlfriend, was holding my hard cock, her hand just going around, her fingers touching. She moved her hand up and down the length, gently.

"Is this ok?"

"It's way better than ok. You can be just a little, um, rougher with it." Marybeth was enjoying her first time handling a guy's dick. She was giving it a good tug now. "You do know what's going to happen if you keep doing that?"

"Yes, silly I know how things work. I've just never seen one do it. Will it feel good?"

"Oh yes. Yes it will, oh, oh like that, uuuuh." And then it happened. Cum was flying everywhere. Marybeth had lost control. She panicked and jump away but my cock followed, now spraying cum her way. It was all over me and now on her leg too. She screamed,

"AAAAAhh!" Terry called from the next room,

"He must be good!" Marybeth was shaking her cum covered hand,

"Yeah, I'll say!" Then to me, "ok I didn't know, oh shit it's on me."

"It's ok, it's all over me too. When it goes, it goes. Can you get napkins, I don't think I should move." Marybeth looked around and found tissues. She cleaned herself, then scooped up what was pooling on my stomach and into my pubes.

"So messy. It's kind of thick." When she had disposed of my first load with a real live woman she sat and looked at the state of my cock.

"Not quite as impressive."

"Um thanks. It would be inconvenient to have it hard all the time."

"I guess. I don't know how you manage with it anyway." She lifted my cock and watched as it twitched. "Ha, does it ever stop?"

"Yeah, for a bit. But I have never been in this situation before."

"Really? You never had some kinda girl do stuff to you." I looked at her and made a face. If it had been guys hanging out bragging I'd probably have said, sure I've gotten a girl to wank me, but this was different,

"No never. You're the first to touch me and stuff like this." She smiled.

"So it's all mine?" I nodded. From the other room we heard louder sounds, a bit more intense than Marybeth's surprised cry before. "See I told you."

I imagined for a moment what was going on in the bedroom. Marybeth got my attention back.

"Better get dressed they'll be out if they're done." I pulled up my underwear and pants. It had been an amazing night. When I was safely dressed Marybeth took my hand. She led to her shorts and placed it on her stomach just about them. "Hurry, but go ahead. See how you make me feel." I slid my hand into Marybeth's shorts, then under her underwear. I found a mound of short hairs, then further down warmth, and the cleft. Moving my finger along it there was some moisture. I looked at her, she smiled. "That's how you make me feel." I kissed her as I explored. She moaned against my neck. "One day Henry. We'll do it." I said,

"Hmm!"

"Yes I want to have sex with you. But I'm not ready yet." My mind had just about exploded into a billion pieces. She really had just said, Marybeth said, she wanted to have sex with me. My middle finger found a bump. I pressed on it. Her eyes went wide and she let out a long low, 'oooooooooooh'. Then she kissed me and moved my hand. Just in time as Terry and a happy looking Sam came out of the bedroom. I moved my hand quickly but Terry had caught me and smiled,

"Sounded like you two were having some fun out here?" Marybeth was coy,

"Maybe." Terry looked at me,

"Please tell me the virgin Marybeth at least gave you a bj?" Marybeth, shocked,

"Terry! I..."

"Never, I know." She pulled Sam alongside her, "I do everything for Sam. You better up your game before Slim finds someone who will."

"Stop Terry, I'm more than happy with MB." Marybeth gave a look of approval, then turned to Terry,

"I'll tell you on personal confirmation that Slim, is a bad nickname."

"Marybeth, about time. Good for you, and not so Slim." Sam just added,

"Dude, alright." It was weird having people speaking favorably about your dick, but I wasn't complaining. We all went out for pizza, then as I was walking Marybeth home she asked,

"Would you want me to do that?"

"Do what?"

"What Terry said, a blow job." Now this was a tricky spot.

"Um, sure, if you'd want to."

"I've never done one. What if I do it wrong?"

"Whatever you do is ok by me, MB."

"OK, that's settled, next time I have the chance I'll suck on it." Oh jeez, now I was getting hard again.

"That would be great and all. Don't do stuff because Terry says you should."

"I know. I want to do everything for you. I'm, I l-ike you so much. I think of us together all the time."

"MB, I think of you all the time too." We'd reached he apartment building and sat on the steps. Close, but not too close. Our voices lowered to keep the nosy ones listening through windows in the dark. We talked for while, laughed about hearing Terry having sex, moved on to other topics then stood as Mr. Larson called Marybeth upstairs. Unafraid of her father and maybe making a point she kissed me long and hard, then went in through the door. I could feel him looking down at me. Then from above, like a voice from God,

"You're a good kid. You make my Marybeth happy." Then the window closed.

I was happy too. Some might be frustrated by the wait, by the temptation of her body, so close, but yet forbidden. But, she had touched me, given me pleasure. And I'd been allowed to touch the promised destination. Someday to be shared with me, if all went well. My only respite from my little temptress were those days when I'd be off with the guys playing ball, or when Marybeth and her friends went off shopping, or whatever they did on their own. One thing I did know, is that girls gossiped. I know because Terry and Sandy, two of Marybeth's best friends now looked at me differently. And there were comments about my nickname. The changes in how people view you also changed with strangers. And it was a strange thing.

I'd gone down the shore many times with friends. We walked the beach or the boardwalk checking out the girls and hoping they were checking us out. Guys would try out their personal version of hello, most guys, I was generally shy with girls. And the girls would walk on by with nary a glance. Now at the end of June I borrowed my Dad's car and drove Marybeth to the beach. We lay out in the sun, enjoyed applying lotion, played in the surf and walked the boardwalk. Only, everything had changed. I was walking with a cute girl, sexy in her two piece, but modest, swim suit. I was the same guy, only now girls looked. Like maybe the slim girl knew something they didn't. I'd get a poke with an elbow in the side,

"She was LOOKing at you." I hadn't noticed.

"OW, so? I didn't do anything."

"Bitches." But then Marybeth would mess with her top to expose a little more breast and roll down the top of her bottoms to be a little more risque and I'd smile to myself.

"You're perfect as you are. I haven't seen anyone here I would trade you in for."

"She looked up at me, trying to see if I was teasing." We stopped in the shade of an awning. I guess I had said the right things. Marybeth was showing the passersby how much she was mine and I was hers.

"What time is it?"

"Almost 4." She was calculating in her head. "Daddy said I had to be home by 7."

"Could be traffic."

"Like I can't get in trouble in daylight." I wasn't sure what that meant, but I let it go. We found the car and started the long drive back. We made decent time and were near home by 6. "Drive through the state park." I looked over, but did as instructed. "Terry told me about a spot." We drove along, Marybeth looking out the window. "There, go down there." It was a small track, probably used for work trucks. At the end was a small lot with a few utility vehicles parked haphazardly. "No one comes down here on weekends and after hours."

I parked, then waited, looking at Marybeth. She looked at me, undid her seatbelt and leaned over for a kiss. She took a deep breath,

"OK, I'm gonna try this. Be nice." I waited. Then Marybeth pulled at my shorts. I moved the seat back and lifted my hips. Caught by surprise I wasn't exactly rock hard. She took another deep breath as she held my growing cock in her hand. She looked quickly out the window, then....then I felt something better than anything ever before. Her lips slid over the head of my cock. Marybeth's tongue tickled the very tip, my next breath was a shuddering, "o-h-ooo-hh", she looked up at me. My sweet Marybeth was looking at me with my cock nestled between her teeth. I nodded to let her know everything in the world was perfect. My cock was now somewhere between iron and steel. Her hand around it holding me in place as she sucked at the end, licked around, kissed my shaft. It was glorious. So this was a blowjob in real life. And Marybeth was doing it, for me. I put my head back and let her do whatever she felt like doing. I made no comment when I felt her teeth catch me once or twice. I resisted the urge to push myself in further, fully satisfied with the otherworldly sensations of her tongue exploring me, her lips sucking at me. As I felt myself reaching new places I had to tell her,

"MB, this is amazing. Oh damn, it feels so good." She responded sucking more of me into her mouth, sucking and licking, stroking what she couldn't handle. I felt myself nearing, my balls contracting. "MB, I'm gonna cum, MB!" She clamped her lips on me and squeezed my cock. The warmth of her mouth and the movement of her tongue caused me to lift and spurt. She let out a, "Mmmmh," and did her best, sucking at me as cum ran from the corner of her mouth. It took me a few moments to regain myself. Marybeth, licked my cock and sat up careful not to get any of me on her. I looked at her with wonder.

"Holy shit that was incredible."

"Really?" I nodded eagerly.

"Yeah."

"Terry told me about how to do it and to swallow if you like the guy."

"Jeez, wow. That was the best part. But it all was good."

"It tasted, different. But not bad."

"Oh good. I didn't know.." I was cut off when she leaned in quickly and kissed me, tongue and all. My first reaction was to pull back, but then I figured, fuck it and returned her passion. When we stopped she sat smiling at me.

"What?"

"Terry said, if the guy will kiss you afterwards, those are the ones who deserve another. You passed the test."

"I didn't know it was a test. I'll kiss you anytime."

"And I might just give you a blowjob, again. But now we better get home." I noted the time, got myself dressed and made our way back down the path. I wondered if maybe we'd need to use this spot again. We got home just after seven. Well within reason.

Summer in the city means making the best use of what was available. We hung out where we were left alone, we snuck up onto rooftops to catch some sun at "Tar Beach". Some did more that just catch sun. It was a fairly regular routine through July. We'd find private moments and places to make out, to explore our bodies, to engage in activities that would scandalize our parents. As summer rolled into August the routine got to be mundane. You almost looked forward to the different routine of the school year, despite the rules and tests and homework. And this would be the last year of all that. Still we had August. So we looked for something new.

Around the second week of the month Marybeth was rubbing my arm as we sat on the front stoop of her apartment building. She looked around and put her chin on my shoulder looking at me, but also close enough to talk and not be overheard. It was midafternoon and caught me out of the blue,

"Henry. I want to. It's time."

"Want to, what? Oh. OH, do you mean..."

"Yes. But not in a car or anything. Can you find someone whose apartment we can use or maybe a nice hotel, not a cheapy one? I want it to me nice and not rushed. I want to remmeber you forever." I was stunned. I know she had said once or twice and i know I'd been patiently waiting and I'd wondered and wondered and imagined, but me and Marybeth alone and naked and having sex?"

"OK, I may know someone who knows people."

"And make sure you have condoms."

"I've had them, for awhile now. Just in case." She laughed and slapped my arm,

"In case one day I lost my mind and dropped my drawers begging you to ravage me?"

"Not like that exactly, but being prepared."

"Smart guy you are. I long for you Henry. I've been making myself wait, to be sure, but I would have slept with you ages ago. The thought of you on me, in me. Girls take care of themselves too you know." Oh wow, Marybeth did herself while thinking of me doing it?

"Really? That's pretty cool."

"Now I can't wait."

"Me either." We sat up straighter as one of her neighbors came up the stairs with a grocery bag. I offered to carry it upstairs.

"No thanks, you sit with your girlfriend there. You're a cute couple. I've told Marybeth's mother that you're a respectful young man."

If only she know what we'd been talking about. Me, and Marybeth. It occurring to me that I'd never seen her completely naked. Marybeth noticed me squirming.

"It seems you're thinking of it too."

"Of course."

"Save it. For me?"

"Save? There's plenty."

"For me? Don't do it until we do it."

"OK." This would be a challenge. If I wasn't already going to make calls, I'd be going twice as fast. It took a little longer than I'd thought. First trying to find someone who might have a room I could use, and give us privacy and not tell them exactly why even though they'd know. I asked Freddie for some help. He asked more questions than I really wanted to answer, but he knew everyone, even guys not in our close neighborhood. Still, the questions...

"So, you and Marybeth, finally?"

"What do you mean finally?"

"You know, it's been like two months, time to put the pecker to work, you know..."

"Freddie, if you weren't my best friend, I'd be more offended and would have punched your face by now. Dude, be cool. Marybeth isn't some 8th avenue slut."

"But you are now, aren't you? Like your balls must be ready to like burst."

"It's not like we haven't done anything." He made a rude gesture. This time I did punch him, but on the shoulder.

"Ow, fuck man. I was just..."

"You were being gross about Marybeth. Have some class for once."

"Yet here you are asking me for help lining up your little love nest." I sighed. There was nothing to do about Freddie.

And then the dumbass comes through. "You know Jimmy Vincente, over on Washington?"

"Yeah kinda. He was a couple of years ahead of us."

"Yep, that's him. I hear he got a full time job and has his own apartment. And get this, he works night shift. The place would be empty all day."

"You think he'd let me use it?"

"More like sublet it. It'll cost ya. And not just a six pack."

"I don't know."

"Who else ya gonna ask? Come on, he hangs out at Geno's after his shift." So I followed Freddie to Geno's. I bought beers for me and Freddie and Jimmy. He looked at me suspiciously.

"What do you want Slim? You're not buying beers for charity. And you obviously have fakes so you don't need me to get some for ya. And I don't smoke cause I gotta pass a test and I don't take you for a pothead, so what?" I looked at Freddie who was making motions with his head like he had a tic, then I looked at Jimmy.

I hesitated, then I thought of Marybeth, so I spilled it.

"Um, ya see, I was wondering if I could borrow your place one day." A smile broke across his face,

"Slim! You got a girl and you wanna get laid? Why not in Daddy's car like everyone else?"

"She's, well she's a nice kind of girl and I wanted it to be better for her and all.

"Who? Now I'm not promising nothing yet, but ya gotta tell me who you're gonna bang in my apartment." I let his remarks go by. I was the one asking a favor.

"I don't want this getting all around and all."

"Who am I gonna tell? My friends won't care and Freddie here will tell everyone you know."

"I won't." I'd almost forgotten he was there,

"Freddie, shut up." I turned back to Jimmy. "Marybeth Larson, lives over on..."

"Yeah, I know her. Skinny little thing? She fill out some?" He made a motion with his hands by his chest.

"She's great as far as I'm concerned."

"Yeah, not my type, but she's a nice girl. Haven't heard anything about her."

"That's why I want," I paused. Ah fuck it, "It's our first time." He grinned at me, punched my shoulder lightly.

"Your first too?" I stood looking at him not admitting anything. "OK, fair enough between guys. I tell you what. Pay off my tab here, and I give you the keys for one day. Bring your own sheets and take them with you. I'm not a slob so everything looks like it did when you get there." I didn't even think about it. I didn't even consider how much his bar tab was,

"Deal."

"Give me a day or two notice. Good luck." I bought him another beer. Then I checked with the bartender. The tab was something less than $30. I could scrape that together. I thanked him and told him I'd see him soon. Then Freddie and I headed back to our street. Freddie was still pushing boundaries,

"Wow, Marybeth Larson. Now I like them a little meatier, but she is a first class chick. And you get there first." I was barely listening or I'd have been more offended. I needed to get home, eat dinner and washup to go see Marybeth with the news.

"Let's take a walk, up along the avenue."

"Tell me, tell me Henry, you have news?" I waited. Until we got away from Marybeth's building. I waited, until we were beyond her nosy neighbors. I waited as long as I could. I talked about the weather and school starting soon. When we got to the avenue and the hustle and bustle of mothers taking their kids shopping for new school clothes I leaned closer as I held Marybeth's hand.

"Tell me Henry."

"Yes. Freddie knew of a guy who used to go to our school. He's a little older and had his own apartment."

"Yeah?"

"And he works nights."

"And we can use it?"

"Uh huh."

"Just like that."

"Oh there may have been some negotiation."

"Such as."

"Why we're walking way down the avenue. If you still want to, we need to bring our own sheets. And clean up."

"Oh god." She was right up against my side. "Yes, I want to. I'm soooo," And a whisper, "Horny."

"He says the place is clean. We need to be out by 8 when he gets home."

"When?"

"When I tell him two days before."

"Oh now I need to let Terry know so I can say I'm staying at her house. Oh shit, so this guy knows."

"He doesn't know anyone we know. He seemed to know you, but from a couple years ago."

"And Freddie?"

"Ye-ah, Freddie is a bit of a loud mouth."

"I almost kinda don't mind if our friends know. I mean, we're together all the time. But if everyone knows, sooner or later it will get back to my parents."

"Your Dad will kill me."

"Not if I tell my Mom."

"What? You would?"

"After, maybe. I may have questions." I could only imagine Mr. Larson not thinking so highly of me and maybe expressing that disfavor in a way that might be painful. Or worse, forbidding me from seeing Marybeth.

"But your father."

"I'm his only daughter. It's not the 50s anymore. If it seems like the right thing I can have my mother take me to the doctor for birth control."

"OK, I guess. You know them better."

"Oh Daddy is a softy. Mom and I can handle him." This was all getting more complicated. We stopped outside a store.

"Let's go in here. They'll assume I'm getting them for a dorm or something." I bought a set of sheets and a couple of towels and washcloths.

"How much is this all costing you?"

"Less than a fancy hotel, more than the No-tell Motel."

"The WHAT?"

"Oh, it's what people call those pay by the hour places out by the highway."

And how do you know so much about this?"

"I hear things. Not all the guys' girlfriends are quite as classy as you." That got me a nice kiss. A couple of guys from school passed by, saw Marybeth close and personal and gave me a thumbs up,

"Slim, my man." Marybeth gave them a look,

"Guys can be gross."

"They're the types who go to the No-tell." Satisfied, Marybeth walked into the store with me. Now with our supplies in hand it was a matter of picking a date. It's an odd feeling. Maybe not for some, but I had always been shy and unsure with girls. Marybeth saw through that and encouraged me to take charge a bit more, "you're too nice sometimes", but now we were planning, scheduling a day to have sex together. So yes it was oddly nonspontaneous. Pardon me, let's check our calendars, what day will you be open miss? I laughed to myself at my off color joke. Or I thought I had,

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Everything. You're sure about all this?"

"As sure as I've ever been about anything." So that was it. We decided on Monday for the day. It couldn't be on the weekend, that was Jimmy's days off, and I needed to give him advance notice. I'd stop by Geno's tomorrow. I was there and as expected, so was Jimmy.

"Hey kid, I wondered if you'd come back. No cold feet?"

"No, um is Monday ok?"

"Yeah sure. Tell ya what, you're being so generous getting my tab and all, I'll have something to eat first. You got 'til 10."

"OK, thanks."

"OK, here's my extra key. Don't lose it." I reached for it and he pulled it back. "I can trust you, right?"

"Yeah, of course, I wouldn't..." He handed me the key with a laugh.

"Just kiddin', you're alright. Have fun." I closed my hand over the key. One step closer. Just a couple days and the weekend. A couple days of being with Marybeth. Knowing. All of me knowing.

"It'll be worth the wait Henry. Surely it will."

"Of course. I hear it can hurt, for you, the first time?"

"That's what Terry says. But it gets better. She swears it's the best thing." Now we'd reached her stoop. Friday had been pizza. Saturday a movie. In the balcony. With more kissing than watching. I was looking at Marybeth. Not a kid anymore. I wanted her to know how I felt, but I didn't want to sound goofy or immature. But what the hell, I'd say it anyway.

"Marybeth?"

"Yeah Henry?"

"I just want you to know. I think you're the cutest girl I've ever seen. You're perfect and you make me feel like the luckiest guy."

"That's sweet Henry. Really. I've wanted to be your girl for so long, but you never got hints and maybe weren't ready. There's something about you makes my heart full."

"I love you MB." Oh shit, I'd said it. It just came out with all the gushy talk and oh fuck what if I messed it all up? She looked at me. Her eyes were wide open, he mouth hung open. Then she started crying. Then she pulled me into a hug that would have crushed me if she was much bigger. Her head was on my shoulder as she sniffled and tried to compose herself.

"You. You said it, before I could. I want to run upstairs and put my head into my pillow and cry with happiness for hours. Oh, shit Henry I'm not so cute right now, am I?" She looked at me with red eyes, then put her head against my chest. She sniffled some more, then wiped her eyes and smiled shyly at me. We sat together until Marybeth needed to go upstairs. I went home to go to sleep as a kid for the last time. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling in the dark, wondering how it would be. Afraid I would do something wrong, just every dumb thing that could happen, except...

"I'm grounded, Henry." Marybeth was leaning out her 3rd floor window. I'd rung the doorbell and was surprised when she didn't come running out.

"You're grounded?"

"Yeah." She looked as though she'd been crying. Then she mouthed to me, "They know", and rolled her shoulders and made a face.

"So you're not going to Terry's tonight?" Marybeth looked down at me, emotional devastation on her face. Then she was pulled inside and the window slammed down. I wanted to sit on the stoop and wait. I'd wait no matter how long it took. But then I thought that would only make it worse. They know. I started walking, and kept walking. Our town is about a square mile and it seemed I walked most of it. Down past the high school, up along the avenue, through neighborhoods I barely knew existed. When I couldn't walk any longer I sat on a bench by the park near our old elemetary school, staring off into the distance. I was crushed. Drained. Then I walked some more, until I found myself back on Marybeth's stoop. Now I sat and waited. I was sitting with my head hanging, my arms draped over my knees and my head filled with a fog when the door to the apartment building opened.

I assumed it was someone going out to a store, then when I lifted my head I noticed that the sky was showing the first signs of the approaching night. Someone did come out of the building to sit next to me. When I turned my head I was shocked, and a little afraid to see Mr. Larson.

"Oh, uh, hello." At the moment he was the person I feared and hated in equal measures. I had no idea how this would go.

"You've been out here a long time."

"I'm not leaving."

"You should go home for dinner."

"I'm not hungry."

"You want to become a man? Act like one and not like a spoiled child." I had no answer for that. "It's been a long day Henry. I missed work today, but that's neither here nor there. I'm going to talk for a bit, you will listen. Is that ok?"

"Yes, sir."

"Being a father isn't easy. Being the father of a growing daughter is harder yet. It seems like in days they go from needing your protection to pushing you away. The things I've heard today from my girl. Terrible things. She's going to leave forever, she hates me, she'll get revenge on me for this. She said things I didn't know she knew. And the crying. The crying pained me more than the words. I know the words are lashing out, attempts to hurt me. But the crying actually did. It cut deeply. And through it all what came through more than anything. Between the threats and taunts and tears, she cares for you Henry. She called it love, but I'm old enough to know, it's too early for that word. Do you love my Marybeth?"

"Yes sir! I told her myself. She cried about that as well."

"Hmm, women. I get that sense. A man doesn't behave as you have just for the," Here he took a deep breath. "Again, I don't know if it can fairly be called love. But you are not a phony. You care deeply for my girl. I've liked that about you."

We sat in silence a few moments. We were getting close to the point.

"Henry. Times have changed. I'm happy to have missed having a girl of Marybeth's age just a few years sooner with all the Woodstock and hippies, but still, it's different than when I was your age. People expected certain things. Things a father doesn't want to think about."

It was getting darker as we sat there. I waited.

"My wife and I spoke. After hearing Marybeth and me going on for hours she was the voice of reason. When Marybeth stormed off to her room for the third or fourth time she said, 'I understand your need to protect her, but sometimes you need to let nature take its course'. Wise words I suppose, even if very difficult for me. Still, the lying about where she was going and the harsh words towards her parents, she will be grounded for a few days. I suggest you take the time to think very carefully about your next steps. If you take a very large step, one I don't want to know about, then be sure you are doing the right thing and that you continue doing right by my girl."

It was a lot to absorb. But the one part I could be sure of was me doing right by Marybeth. As long as she'd have me, I'd be there for her. At that moment I was sure that would be the case for a long, long time.

"Mr. Larson, thanks for talking to me like this. I respect you and Mrs. Larson and most of all Marybeth. I'll call it love, because that's all I know. I think she feels the same. May I see her, tonight, just here on the steps?"

"Yes. I'll send her down. Then she is completely grounded for two days. After that she can sit with you here."

"For how long?"

"Patience. Have patience." I know he knew part of what I was thinking. And in some way he was having a little bit of revenge or something on me. But I'd waited this long.

"Ok." He got up and went into the building. In a few minutes Marybeth came out the door. She sat next to me, leaned against me.

"I'm so sorry Henry. You poor thing."

"It's ok MB."

"Hmm. He sure talked to you a long time."

"Uh huh. And just what did you say to him. He said it was things he didn't know you knew."

"Don't take this the wrong way, cause I'd never really, I only want you. But I told him if I couldn't make my own choices then maybe I'd fuck the whole football team on the 50 yard line."

"Oh shit. You really said that?"

"I thought Mom would pass out. It shut him up a few minutes. Probably added a few days to my sentence."

"He said some good things. I think they know how much we care for each other."

"Mmm hmm. Henry, I want nothing more than to have you holding me and making love to me."

"It's just delayed. That's all." From up above we heard,

"Marybeth, come upstairs."

"OK Mom."

"MB, how did they find out?"

"I guess one of my friends was telling another and her mother overheard. So of course she called my mother. It got ugly quick. I better go." She gave me a long but fairly chaste kiss and ran inside. I called after her,

"I'll see you Thursday." She called back as the door closed,

"Maybe Wednesday, with good behavior." And then I was alone again. I sat a moment then got up to walk home. It was dark now. I was suddenly hungry. I'd need to return Jimmy's key in the morning. I didn't really want to see anyone else. To endure questions or offer explanations. They'd all have their own opinions I didn't want. Maybe I'd stay in and watch a ballgame. The streetlights followed me home.

Jimmy was of course surprised when I showed up at Geno's with his key at 8am.

"Dude, don't tell me you fucked up? Too fast? It gets better."

"No, nothing like that. She was kept home by her parents. Somehow they heard." He pointed his finger at me. Jimmy the blue collar, night shift working street poet of sorts, dropped some words of wisdom,

"I told you she was a good kid, respectful family, too good for you I guess. But it'll be even sweeter when you get there."

"I guess. I can't even see her for a few days."

"Well you've been on the ball about everything so, the offer's still open. Hey, you ever," He made a weird motion with his tongue.

"Um, no?" I wasn't entirely sure what he meant.

"You haven't, I can see. Get yer tongue in there, especially on her clit. Drives them wild." I hadn't really thought of than. I mean, I guess it would be fair, Marybeth had taken me into her mouth. Wow, now I had something else to think about while I was missing her.

"Thanks, I'll, um, have to try that." I was about to leave, then our current predicament came to mind again.

"Say, you ever switch shifts or cover for someone or something where the place might be free all day?"

"Ah, smart. You avoid the parents monitoring the over night. I'm thinking that could be arranged. I could use the overtime. I'll let you know. Smart." Now I was ready to go. I had options. A plan of sorts. Something to take my mind off of what I was missing.

And I was missing Marybeth. Sure we had days when we didn't see each other. But those were our decisions, and we had something else to do, but this was different. I stopped at the Handi Mart and found I could work a few hours stocking shelves. Something to keep busy. Still the next couple of days dragged on. I walked down to the movie theater a couple towns over. This wasn't where Marybeth and I went. This was a place I didn't want to be seen. They showed the kinds of movies that would scandalize everyone I knew. But this was research. So when I was sure no one was around I slipped in, paid my fare to the uninterested ticket collector and found an empty row. A movie was in progress. There were men with big cocks and women with hairy pussies getting up to all kinds of activities. I wasn't so interested in the regular sex scenes. I kind of knew what went on there. Sure my cock was painfully hard, but I waited. What Jimmy had said intrigued me. Then finally a younger guy tossed a naked girl on a bed and spread her legs. He put his head in close to her and pulled her pussy open. The camera zoomed in which was helpful because I'd never seen a pussy up close before. Then I watched closely as if it was the most important instructional film ever as he began licking and sucking at all the parts she had. I'd felt the bump, Marybeth's clitoris and how she reacted when I pressed it. Now this guy was rubbing his tongue all over the girl's and she was moaning and screaming, he put two fingers inside her and kept doing that as she had an orgasm. I was smart enough to know all the reactions were fake, but I wondered if Marybeth would want me to do that. I left as the guy was thrusting his cock into that same pussy. This was helpful, but also more painful. My balls felt full and there was a constant pressure. But I'd promised Marybeth.

The next day I was on her stoop. I rang the bell, then stood back to see if she looked out the window. I waited, then there she was bursting out her front door. When she threw herself at me we nearly tumbled down the stairs. Her kisses had meaning and her hug made my world so much better. We moved down to a lower step for a little more privacy.

"Henry, Henry I've missed you. You poor thing, all such a tease."

"I've missed you too. But waiting will make it all sweeter." Thanks Jimmy. She was sitting as close as possible, her hand going up and down my arm.

"You must be wearing it out at might."

"No, you asked me to wait, so and yeah it kinda almost hurts."

"What? Oh jeez, I didn't mean forever. Just until, but then we got put off, so, oh my god, how long has is been?"

"A week? Something like that?"

"Is that a long time?"

"Um, yeah ever since I discovered how to do it." She kissed me on the cheek.

"I keep saying this but I really owe you."

"Nah. You don't owe me anything. If you want to share, that's great." She rested her head on my shoulder watching the neighborhood go by.

"Can I ask you something MB?"

"Of course."

"What would you think of cun-niligus?" She smiled, then whispered,

"It's cunnilingus. And I don't think even Terry has had a guy do that. You'd do that?"

"If you want. I'd do anything for you." She was humming into my neck.

"It feels good when I touch myself. I can't imagine how it would be to have you doing all that." Whispering, "Eating pussy." She giggled. "Now you've got me feeling all warm and horny. Oh Henry, how will we ever?"

"I've got sort of a plan. When you can get out of the house."

"My smart sexy boyfriend. Nothing will deter him from my needy loins."

"MB!"

"Sorry, I'm being scandalous this week." We had to calm down a bit. Old Mrs. Dawson was sitting at her window and Marybeth's window was open upstairs. After awhile Mrs. Lawson called down to Marybeth that lunch was ready.

"Henry may come up with you." I'd been in their apartment before. Always with one of her parents around of course. But this was the first time, since. I was a bit nervous but sure to be on my best behavior. All my thank yous and pleases in place. We had sandwiches and talked about the usual nighborhood things. I caught Mrs. Larson observing me. This was now both of her parents knowing what I'd intended to do with their daughter. Why was it such an issue? All of these older people had done it or they wouldn't have kids to worry about. We were both 17, not exactly adults but not kids either. We planned on being safe. Mrs. Larson seemed to approve of me. Later when we went back downstairs Marybeth told me how much.

"Oh, I almost forgot with all your talk of licking my pussy", she looked around quickly, "but after Daddy left for work this morning Mom sat me down. She said that if we were going to have sex and she didn't see how all Daddy's ranting would stop us, that it was inevitable, but she would take me to the doctor for birth control. You'll still need a condom for awhile, but then as long as it's just you and me..."

"Wow. Your Mom's cooler than I thought."

"Maybe just more practical. She said people don't decide to have sex, then just say, never mind. And she sees us together and can tell where it's leading." We sat quietly for awhile, comfortable in each other's presence.

"Penny for your thoughts MB?"

"I was wondering where you learned about cunnilingus." My face reddened.

"I watched a movie. At the Tivola."

"You did not!"

"I went yesterday."

"You went to a dirty movie theater and watched a triple X?"

"Uh huh. Someone had mentioned doing that and I wanted to see how."

"Was it gross in there?"

"Not much worse than the balcony at the Embassy."

"Eww."

And the guy at the window was much creepier."

"Were people DOing stuff?"

"It wasn't very crowded. I sat far away from people."

"I want you to take me."

"What? I couldn't. What if someone saw us?"

"No one knows us down there and they wouldn't want to be seen either. We'll wear hats or something to hide our faces."

"You really are getting scandalous."

"Consider it me rebelling against my parents." We spent the rest of the day talking. And the next day too. I couldn't be anywhere else if Marybeth was allowed to be outside with me. Friday she was going to be allowed to go out away from the stoop. Of course we planned something that would cause all manner of trouble at home if her parents only knew.

Friday morning Marybeth had her freedom. When she came out the door of her building she looked happy and radiant. Wearing a floppy sun hat, I guess maybe she was serious, a flowery skirt, enough below her knees to be modest and a light white shirt, tight enough for me to see the slight jiggle of her small breasts, Marybeth appeared happier than any prisoner turned free. I'd worn light shorts and a t shirt, an old ball cap in my pocket just in case. Marybeth bounced down the stairs, setting her breasts in motion and engulfed me in a hug.

"I'm free! Now let me get off this block and see the world. You like my outfit? I like those shorts, they let me know just what you're thinking." I'd had no idea, but turned and took her by the arm.

"You look amazing. Are you sure about our other plans?" We'd moved away from her building and felt free to talk for a change.

"Yes. Let's walk the avenue, have lunch, then if what I saw in a small ad at the back of the newspaper is correct, at 1:00 we can catch, 'Behind the Green Door'. I had no idea what that was, but the idea of watching a porno with Marybeth was making my approval all to obvious. Marybeth giggled, "I can tell you approve. You look so, manly in those shorts."

"They're last year's gym shorts. A little tight."

"I can SEE!."

"You bounding around around in that shirt isn't helping. No bra?"

"Haven't you heard? We burned them all. And I hardly need one."

"I'm not complaining." We stopped at a diner for lunch. The guy working the grill kept checking out Marybeth's nipples poking against the t shirt. The A/C in the place keeping them hard against the shirt.

"That guy over there cooking the burgers is admiring you."

"You think?"

"At least your tits, he keeps staring at them." She smiled at me.

"You don't mind?"

"Just looking? No. You are the nicest girl likely to be here all day." My flattery made her happy. We finished lunch and took a roundabout route to the Tivola. As we approached, I asked if she was sure. Marybeth looked around, pulled her hat down further and said,

"Let's go before I chicken out." We hurried the last half block and cut into the theater. I paid as the guy's eyes never left Marybeth,

"Good luck." We said nothing until we were inside. We sat towards the back by ourselves. There were several others sitting down further.

"He was kind of gross. This floor is tacky."

"Don't think about it."

"Ok, oh, OH...eww."

"You want to stay?" She hesitated.

"Yes." When the movie started and we saw the woman who was starring Marybeth, turned to me, "I thought they all had big ones. Her tits are like mine."

"And she's not bad looking either."

"Hmm."

As we watched Marybeth's hand was moving on my leg. She was making low noises as she saw the various naked bodies. A louder 'wow" at a particularly impressive cock. At that her hand moved over my cock straining against the tight shorts. She looked up at me,

"I'm so sorry you're having to be like this. Can I?" I didn't even get to answer. She looked around then pulled my shorts dowm. My cock sprung to full attention. When Marybeth took it in a firm grip I moaned out loud. It had now been over a week and the tension down below was near unbearable. The feeling of Marybeth's hand on me was only the slightest relief. Then she bent over and took my cock in her mouth. I groaned, I went weak. Her mouth was warm, wet. She made noises like the slim woman on the screen who was sucking on a large cock. Then I lost track of the movie, and really everything else in the dark theater as Marybeth, sucked me into her mouth, her head bobbing on me, her hand squeezing the base, her saliva coating me. The built up tension from denial built and built.

"MB!"

"Hmmmm." I exploded. It felt like unending spurts, at least more than usual. Marybeth swallowed and swallowed some more. Then she licked every bit of cum she could find from my dick. She sucked me clean. When she sat up to inspect me we heard a smattering of applause and a few comments,

"Well done." "Can I go next?" Let's see them tits."

We'd attracted a small crowd more interested in a live show than what was on the screen. On the screen the slim woman was being held down with people touching and sucking her various parts. Marybeth looked around at our audience still licking bits from me off her lips. Her hand still held my softened cock. The audience waited to see what was next.

"Shows over. That was for my guy." Surprisingly they dispersed without complaint. She looked at me. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just gave you a blow job with six guys watching. I was still coming to grips with the whole thing.

"That was the wildest thing ever." I began to adjust my shorts.

"Leave it out. I want to watch it grow." Grow it did as we got to the pussy eating scenes. As Marybeth got interested I touched her nipples through her shirt. When she didn't stop me I put my hand up under her skirt and slipped my fingers inside her panties. Now as she watched the action unfold I felt her wet slit, found her engorged clit and rubbed her until she was squirming on the seat. When I inserted a finger into her extremely tight pussy she began to whimpered, her breath caught, she turned and found me for a kiss, deep, tongues entwined and masking some of her exclamations and sounds as she bucked her hips up to me grasping me tight as she came. With a shiver she relaxed.

"Henry, oh my god that was better. To have you do that was so much better." She looked at my hard cock. "I'm so tempted to get right on you now and be done with it. Your finger was, whew, how is that fitting?"

"As much as I want to feel you together with me. It can't be here."

"I know, I know. I'm gonna blow you again. I don't care who watches." This time she pulled up her shirt. As she took me into her mouth I took her tits in hand, covering them, squeezing them, finding her nipples and pinching them with my fingers as she took me deeper into her mouth. My extreme need satisfied earlier I was more relaxed as Marybeth licked and sucked me. Our audience returned. I saw a couple of guys stroking themselves as Marybeth worked me deeper befor gagging and backing off. She looked up to see cock pointed at her from behind me. She waved her hand to back him off. One guy commented that she looked "kind of like Marilyn". I guess that was the actress in the movie. When I warned her she got me to a comfortable depth and easily swallowed my lesser second load. She sat up and took a moment before realizing we could all see her tits. She pulled down the shirt and buried her face in my chest.

"Kid, you better take her home and fuck her good." "Hey, do you have a nice pussy like Marilyn?"

"OK guys, don't be disgusting. Take off."

"Sure, he's getting the blowjobs and pussy."

"Henry, that was SO bad. I feel really naughty."

"Did you get it all out of your system?"

"I think so. They saw my tits!"

"And my dick."

"And theirs too."

"I guess you'll be their sex symbol for awhile."

"Dirty old men wanking themselves thinking about my tits. Let's get out of here before the movie ends. I don't want to see them outside."

We slipped out. Then we looked each other over to be sure there were no telltale signs of what we'd been up to, and carefully walked back home avoiding anyone we could possibly know for awhile. As we sat on Marybeth's stoop we whispered about how bad we'd been.

"MB, I can get the apartment for an afternoon. But I won't know until last minute. It'll be soon, ok?"

"The sooner the better. I want you Henry. And what you did to me today, I want that too." Taking no chances we made it an early night. Much relieved the walk home was easier and I slept well.

Over the weekend we were back to normal. Dressed more like we usually dressed, hanging out with friends, the tensions of the past week somewhat eased. We were teens enjoying that waning days of summer break. Reliving escapades of this and previous summers. Marybeth sat on the fender of a car, sipping a beer, kicking her legs. She been in deep conversation with Terry who called over Sandy. I wondered which had talked too much and delayed our plans. My guess was Sandy, by the way she caressed Marybeth's shoulder as if offering an apology. Marybeth laughed at something Terry said and seemed relaxed and confortable with herself. At one point they all looked towards me and I only just caught them. When Terry whispered something to Marybeth, she feigned horror and slapped Terry's arm. All was well. Later as we walked

alone I asked what was so funny.

"Oh nothing. Just Terry being funny and gross."

"Really? It seemed I may have been one topic of conversation?"

"I may have said you were going to go down on me. Terry was jealous and called Sandy over because she might know something about this. They made some rude remarks then looked at you saying I'd found a good one."

"You didn't tell them about the theater?"

"Fuck no! I'll never tell anyone. It wasn't so much sucking you in public. It was those creepy guys seeing my tits and watching me."

"You sure took me by surprise. In a perfectly good/bad kind of way."

"You going to check with Jimmy Monday?"

"Yep."

Monday I did check with Jimmy. It had taken me this long to realize that he didn't drink all that much, but preferred Geno's burgers and stuff better than cooking himself. He laughed when I came in,

"Well if it isn't the stud himself." I took all his teasing in the best way. I did need his help. "If I was a mean prick I'd put you off for awhile and watch you squirm, but I'm not. How does Wednesday sound?" He tossed me the key. I get off, have a few hours to eat and shower, then I'm going back for a second shift. I'll be out by noon. That work for you?"

"Yeah thanks Jimmy. Can I buy you lunch?"

"That would be a gentleman thing to do. I'll leave a few beers in the fridge."

"I got sheets and towels."

"I'm assuming her first time? Put a towel down too."

"Oh, ok."

"You don't know what's gonna happen do you?"

"I know what I'm supposed to do."

"Yeah good for you and all, but she's gonna cry and maybe a little blood on your rubber. Be ready. It's ok."

"Thanks for the info."

"No sweat kid. Have fun." I paid his tab and pondered what he'd said while feeling the key in the palm of my hand. I did have a general idea of how it all worked and I assumed Marybeth knew but I was happy I'd be ready. Oh the complications.

I ran to Marybeth's eager to tell her the news. When she came downstairs I quickly led her up the street.

"Wednesday, noon!" I waited expressions of joy and happiness. I saw concern.

"I have my doctor's appointment Friday. I'm sure he'll be able to tell." I stopped and looked at Marybeth,

"We can wait. I'm sure I could..."

"Fuck it. I'll deal with Friday on Friday. I want you so badly Henry. I simply can't wait any longer." The look of relief on my face must have been obvious, "So I guess you agree?"

"Yes!" Now we walked along happily. Monday and Tuesday passed surprisingly fast. I slept well only slightly concerned. But we'd figure it out. Wednesday morning I was off to Marybeth's by ten. I waited patiently on her stoop and was surprised when she came strolling casually out the door. I was also taken aback by her appearence. Never one to layer on the makeup, she didn't need to, Marybeth looked and was dressed as if we were going to a ballgame. Seeing my expression she asked,

"What?" We'd begun walking.

"Nothing."

"Oh come on. Nervous?"

"No. Well yes some. I thought you'd look more enthusiastic or something."

"Oh, how I'm dressed and all. No, if I was all made up and sexy it would raise suspicions. So now we're going on a walk like any other day." I grinned at her,

MB, you're too smart for me."

"And I hope I'm plenty sexy when the time comes." We detoured so I could pick up my bag of sheets and stuff. I still felt kind of strange, like there was a big sign over our heads, 'these two are going to have sex". But we must have look like our usual selves. No one else seemed to notice. We stopped for a coffee and waited until noon, then walked to Jimmy's apartment. When we got inside Marybeth looked around maybe pleasantly surprised that it was neat and clean.

"Jimmy said to help ourselves to the beer in the fridge. I'll make the bed." When I had it all together Marybeth was standing in the doorway holding two beers. She sat them on the dresser and step towards me. Now with privacy was joined for a kiss for the ages. Hands roamed, teeth bit, tongues twirled, clothes began to fall to the floor. I was naked first and Marybeth stepped back,

"Let me see, lemme see." I stood there a little self conscious in my nudity, my cock already bouncing before me. "You're my first live naked man." She touched me and felt my arms and chest, the curve of my back, she grabbed my ass and laughed. "You're slim alright, except where it counts." At that she grasped my cock with her hand. She sighed.

"Now you." He shirt was off and her pants undone, but now came the big reveal. The body I longed for and had felt in little bits and pieces. She reached back and undid her bra. She let it fall away and gave me a shrug. She seemed to be indicating that, sorry Slim, that's all there is. But I was transfixed. Maybe a little smaller than apples, they were perfectly shaped and as beautiful as any I'd seen in pictures. I held my hand under them and admired the way they turned up at the end balancing her nipples on the tips. By now Marybeth had pushed down her pants and underwear. I followed her figure down, my hands following the curve as her hips flared out a bit, then the frizzy, curly hairs leading down to the cleft, her lips concealing what lay beneath. I held her and also caressed her back and her butt. Here we were finally. Alone, naked and free to follow our desires. I led Marybeth to the bed and lay beside her. We took some time to explore and take in our partner, each touching and squeezing, appreciating each other.

"You're firm and wiry and stronger than you look."

"You're soft and curvier than you seem in clothes. You're grown up MB." We kissed, she held me, I probed her, touching and letting my fingers feel how ready she was. "Are you ready?" She lay there unashamed of her nudity, enjoying the way I looked at her. She nodded.

"Yes Henry. I've been ready." I reached for my pants and took out a packet. The delay as I covered myself seemed endless. Then I was between Marybeth's legs. She had them bent out to the side allowing me to get in close to her. I fumbled around poking at Marybeth. She smiled, kissed me, then directed me to where I needed to me. I pushed. Nothing seemed to happen. I pushed again. It was so tight. Marybeth put her legs up behind me and pressed, encouraging me to press harder. I began to slip inside, her opening barely separating to let me squeeze in. I looked down at her concerned that her face was more grimace than pleasure. The head was in and I soon hit an obstruction. "That's it Henry, push through and we've done it." I was a little afraid. Such a big moment. I was already inside a little. I held my breath and pressed myself against Marybeth's slight frame. She let out a short sharp cry, "Ooooh fuck", and I was in. I paused to kiss tears from her eyes. "It's ok, go easy. It hurt." I moved slowly carefully. She threw her arms around me and held me tight as I tested how it all worked. I pushed in, her body holding me in a vise like grip, yet so soft and warm. Then holding still as I withdrew.

"Should I keep going?"

"Yes, yes. It's sore but, but I love you for being my first." So I continued and Marybeth endured my fumbling and her discomfort. With her tight hold on me and the excitement of the moment I was soon apologizing and filling the condom. I quickly withdrew to find it slimy and slightly bloody and filled with my semen. We gone to a level of intimacy that would bind us in a special way. I carefully removed the condom, wrapped it in a paper towel and offered Marybeth a wet washcloth. I had one for myself.

"Sorry it hurt MB. Sorry I was too fast. Sorry if..." She took my face in her hands and pulled me to her, the frantic kisses cutting off my apologies.

"Lay here Henry, Lay right against me. Let me feel your body and mine together and stop fucking apologizing, it was the most amazing thing ever and I'll remember you forever and it will only get better."

"The feeling was incredible."

"And just think, after I see the doctor, sometime after that you won't need a condom and I'll feel you inside and you can fill me instead of that rubber and it will feel better for both of us." We lay together, sipped beer and wondered what to do next. Marybeth had me lay on my back so she could lay on top of me, staring at me. "I could look at you all day."

"Me too, your body is even better than I imagined."

"What did you imagine, a stick figure with tits?"

"Kinda." She bit my neck."

"And you found more?"

"Yeah, you have an ass too....ow."

"Sure, you fuck me so now you can tease me?"

"Huh. I believe you now own my virginity too."

"Touche`." With Marybeth laying on me and her breasts squished between us and my hands cupping her ass, needless to say my cock was soon stirring. "Careful with that thing. One wrong move and you'll impale me." She shifted forward which caused it to pop up between her legs. Moving her hips around she caused her pussy to rub on my cock. Lifting up higher the tip of my cock was against her opening. "Tempting. But better put a condom on. I'm sore but I need you inside." Another condom in place Marybeth shifted to her knees and leaned back onto me. "Let me this time." She slowly lowered herself, mixing grimaces and moans. When she's taken all she could she rested there feeling me stretch her. "I could get used to this." With slow calm movements Marybeth moved over me taking me as she could. We did this a long time, she slow lifting and sinking keeping me from getting too excited too soon. When I got close she said, "I can tell. It gets bigger and it's throbbing and.." My groans gave it away, pumping cum into the rubber, Marybeth leaned down until we were lip to lip.

"You need to move."

"Just a little longer."

"Really."

"Oh I guess." She rocked forward and I fell from her. Then she lay on me again. We were happy. We were satisfied. We were content. We dozed off in each others' arms. I woke and noted that the sun had shifted a bit.

"Hey wake up sleepy head. We need to clean up and get out of here." Marybeth sat up. I stopped to look at her body.

"You still have that sticky condom on you. hah." I suppose I did. I got myself cleaned up but couldn't stop looking at Marybeth. "I feel like an exhibit here. Come and see the just fucked lady. Virgin no more." I laughed, but she was right about one thing. I could watch her body all day.

We cleaned up and dumped all our stuff down the garbage shute. It seemed everything wa back in place. We saw that it was near 4:00. The walk back to our neighborhood was slow and peaceful. Holding Marybeth's hand felt more meaningful than ever. After a bit she asked,

"Was it what you'd thought it would be? Not me in particular. Sex itself."

"Yeah I guess. As good as other things feel when you do them, that's what it's made for and it builds and builds. And to have it be you and to be joined like that is a whole different level.

"So now that you've banged the little bitch you're not ready to move on?"

"NO! You crack me up."

"MMm good, cause I wanna ride not so slim a few more times." She held my arm in hers and got closer as we walked. When we passed the pizza joint we saw her friends inside.

"You want to go tell them don't you?"

"I want to but I shouldn't. It would be rude to you. But I'll give them a hint." She turned us to face them and laid her head on my shoulder. Terry stood right up with hands on hips. Marybeth smiled and turned us to keep moving. From behind us we heard,

"Marybeth you better call me. Details!"

"Details?", I asked.

"Oh length, width, technique, that sort of thing."

"What?, I.."

"I'm teasing. I'll tell them it hurt because you're so big and then you performed like a man." I looked at her. "OK, I'll tell her yes we did and you were kind and gentle." I was satisfied with that.

"Ok, thanks. But if you want to put in the big part that's ok." Now she laughed at my joke. When the Larson's invited me up for dinner it was a little uncomfortable. Mr. Larson was fine, but I had a suspicion that Mrs. Larson was wise to what went on. Woman's intuition or something. One thing they did notice was what a good mood Marybeth was in. And that put me in good standing. I got through dinner. And was almost out the door home free when Mrs. Larson put her hand on my arm.

"I've never seen her happier." Then she patted my arm as I left. We sat downstairs until late. Mrs. Larson didn't call her up at the usual time. On such a momentous occasion we couldn't bear to separate. We didn't say much, just our company was enough. The memory of what we'd shared.

The next day I returned the key to Jimmy. He complemented us on cleaning up so well.

"Thanks a lot Jimmy."

"Yeah, and you're alright. You make her happy?"

"I think I did." He punched my shoulder and sent me on my way.

Friday when Marybeth found me outside the soda shop she dragged me away from the group. To a chorus of "oooohs" and some wiseass saying, "look, pussy whipped already", Marybeth led me out of earshot. First she kissed me as if she hadn't seen me in weeks. Then she laughed.

"Oh shit. The Doctor visit. First my mother's there. So she gives consent because I'm technically a minor for the birth control. As if that isn't enough then when he takes me in for the examination, he looks at me. He wasn't judgmental exactly but he asks if I'm sexually active. So I told him, just recently. Then he said it's good that I have protection, but still use condoms if there's any chance the man is with other women. He went on about all these diseases you can get. I'd only half paid attention in sex ed. Then he examined me. And said I was healthy and be careful and stay that way. He wrote the pre***********ion and sent me back out to Mom. Talk about a whole different experience.

"Did your Mom say anything on the way there or going home? I think she knows." Her eyes opened wider.

"You think so?"

"I got that impression."

"She didn't say anything but she was looking at me a lot."

"Maybe she sees you as more grown up?"

"Who knows with Mothers?"

School soon started. Now that the genie was out of the bottle we looked for any place to be together. I did finally taste Marybeth and she swore it was the second best thing ever, so I planned to do that a lot more. After a month or so we started doing it without condoms and that was a whole new level of fun. We weren't doing it any more that other people, but no less either. Marybeth and I were together through senior year experimenting and having fun.

We swore it would last forever.

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