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Surprisingly, neither Suzanne nor Mr. Oldham questioned why I came in the back door thirty minutes after leaving for my date with Kelley. I guess they were getting used to our on-again, off-again romance. As for me, I was getting damned tired of the off-again periods.
Down deep, I made allowances for her flare-ups. Both times, I had done something to set her off. Not skimming my journal before giving her my password was a big mistake. I would have discovered that I had forgotten the few days and nights Tammy shared my bed and deleted that portion of my journal. Or, I could have warned Kelley that Tammy had slipped my mind when I was making the list. Either way, the past week of separation from her could probably have been avoided ... probably?
Tonight was another mistake. I knew that now. Asking her about Phyllis was my way of breaking the news to her that I had read the first part of her journal. It was not meant to be malicious. How did I know she would react the way she did? I had thought, incorrectly, that we had no secrets from each other. Boy! Was I ever wrong!
Effectively, Kelley's journal entry had admitted that she had been less than honest when she told me Danny was her first and only lover before college.
Now I couldn't wait to read the second part of her journal. What else did she have to hide?
Kelley's Journal - Part Two.
That November 1985 night with Danny Starling altered my outlook more than my parents' death or my adoption had. Suddenly, I wanted to announce to the world that I'd become a woman.
My Mom knew what had happened as soon as she saw me the next morning and Julia said that she would have known, even if word hadn't reached her by way of Phillip, who had heard it from Danny. I called Phyllis and she rushed over to talk.
"Did you orgasm?" she asked.
"I don't know."
"You didn't. You would know if you had," she said, smiling affectionately.
"I would have if he hadn't finished so soon," I said, hoping it would be different with Phillip. "We'll have oral sex first next time."
"That's a good idea," Phyllis said.
I didn't tell her the 'next time' would be with Phillip. He had called early that morning to say he would see me that night. "Danny's going to be with Julia," he said, confirming that we were following our practice of rotating partners to please my mother.
My Mom never talked about the new me. She did, however, put new slip covers on the downstairs couch cushions. This, I took as a sign that she would permit me to take the guys downstairs, but not to even consider taking them upstairs to my bedroom.
If I thought anyone else would ever see this I would skip the night with Phillip. The thought of my boyfriend reading about that night sends chills up and down my spine. But, since my journal is for my eyes only, I'm going to be very graphic.
I remember that night like it was yesterday. Phillip arrived at seven-thirty and we went downstairs where I had a jazz tape playing. He began kissing me before we had hardly said hello. I knew I had to slow him down. "Dance with me," I said.
We danced and I made him tell me all about college life.
"How often did you date?" I asked.
"Not often at all. How often did you date?"
"I haven't dated anyone since you and Danny left for school."
"They're not like you and Julia, Kelley."
"What does that mean?"
"College girls, they're not like you. They want to date upper classmen."
"In other words you struck out," I teased.
"No, I mean they're not like you, soft and special, pretty and familiar."
Familiar was what did it. I knew what he meant. He felt familiar to me too. I let him pull me to him. We danced cheek to cheek and I began to feel his cock pushing against my tummy.
"You really didn't date anyone?" he asked.
"No."
"How about Julia? Did she date?"
What a mood-bomb! Phillip would never know how close he came to blowing up his chances for sex with me. I came so close to kicking him in the shins and running upstairs that I couldn't speak. I shook my head, no. He didn't deserve to know the truth. Actually, Julia had dated often since the boys had been away. She begged me to go with her, but I couldn't bring myself to betray our friends. Now that I had learned that Phillip had dated 'not often at all' it made me wish I had gone along with Julia and dated.
Why hadn't he asked Julia if she had dated while they were having sex the night before? He must have felt me tense and realized how insensitive his question about Julia had been.
"I missed you," he said.
"I missed you too," I admitted. We had been friends too long to let something as trivial as a tactless question come between us. Besides, there was something else between us that I was interested in. Was his cock softening? I hoped not.
Phillip kissed my forehead and then my ear and then my neck in rapid succession. This was my childhood friend. He smelled different than when he was nine years old, but he felt familiar. I kissed him on the neck and then tilted my head to accept his lips. Our kiss was long and tender, until he became anxious.
Although I would never admit it, I was always comparing the guys when I was with one of them. If it were possible to combine their best features the result would have been perfect. Danny, while sometimes cold and crude, was the better kisser, patient and understanding. That's why I wanted him to be my first lover. Phillip, always considerate and concerned for my welfare, had to be slowed down when it came to lovemaking.
We were both nervous and wanting. I had been thinking about this moment all day. I even dressed for it in a short skirt, T-shirt, sandals that could easily be kicked off. That's all, no panties or bra.
"Does the basement door lock? Your Mom may come downstairs." Phillip sounded nervous.
"She won't," I assured him. What was he waiting for? Why was he wasting time? Couldn't he see that I was in the mood? After keeping him and Danny at bay for years, I wanted to have sex and I wanted it now.
I know one of my faults is being demanding. I've tried to be patient and let him proceed at his own pace, but damn it, I had fantasized about having intercourse with Phillip for years. I sunk to my knees and unzipped the front of his pants.
"Ke ... Kel ... Kelley," he stuttered as I took things into my own hands, so to speak. His cock was as I remembered from the summer before when I had sucked him to orgasm and he had returned the favor. It was long, thin and there was a curve at the end that made him look deformed.
"I've been reading about technique," I said. Actually, I had spoken to Phyllis, who had been less specific than I would have liked. Her words 'surprise him, do the unexpected' proved to be very helpful. That's the reason I took the initiative.
Phillip bent his knees to better line his cock up with my mouth. Otherwise, he stood relatively still with his pants around his ankles and let me coax the cum out of his cock.
As Phyllis had advised me, "There's nothing as submissive as a girl on her knees. It makes the guy feel like he's in complete control. But just when he begins to think he's the stud, you pull the rug out from under him. Pull your mouth off his cock, look up at him and asked, 'Am I doing it right?' He'll say you're the best and beg you to keep doing what you've been doing."
Phillip was moving his hips like he was trying to fuck my mouth. That's when I decided to show him who was in control. "Am I doing it right?" I asked, holding his cock an inch from my mouth.
"Please ... please, Kelley." His expression was contorted, the same I had seen when he and Danny were in the middle of a spat in the tree house. He wasn't nine years old any longer, but his face looked the same.
"Am I doing it right?"
"YES!" he shouted.
I smiled and resumed my efforts, knowing that I was in control. Phillip praised me, telling me I was the best and begging me not to stop. I was so worked up that I let him cum in my mouth.
Phillip sat down with his bare ass on the floor. I ran to the bathroom to spit out his cum and to wash out my mouth. When I came back into the room he was removing a condom from its wrapper.
"Oh no you don't," I said, pulling him toward the couch.
I soon discovered that Phyllis was right about control; you can get a guy to do anything you want if you promise him a reward. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Phillip had honed his oral skills since the previous summer. Phillip's tongue was probing my pussy and his lips were sucking on my clit. His enthusiasm caught me off guard and for a moment, I lost control. I wrapped my legs around his head and when I realized how loud I was becoming I bit my lip to keep my parents from hearing me call his name.
It's embarrassing to think back to that night, let alone describe what happened next. But Phillip was so cute when his head appeared above my skirt that I couldn't help smiling at him. I pulled him up and let him smear my juices on my face as we kissed.
I'll admit that I was dubious. Would the curvature in his cock straighten when it was inside me? Why hadn't I asked Julia how it felt? Would I be able to handle it? There was one way to find out.
"Want to do it?"
"I thought you would never ask," he said as he got off of me and looked at the door before beginning to strip.
I lay on my back and watched as he rolled the condom onto his cock. It wasn't as thick as Danny's, but it was longer and the curve at the end looked threatening. At the last minute, just as he was climbing between my legs, I decided to strip. He grinned when he saw me lift the T-shirt over my head and wiggle out of my skirt. He grinned again when he watched me put the skirt under my ass to protect the new slip covers.
"These are nice. I've always admired your tits," he said, taking one of my nipples between his lips.
"Not always," I corrected him. "I've only had them four years."
He moved his lips to the other nipple before looking into my eyes. "Five," he said. "I've been watching them develop since you were twelve."
I wondered if he knew he was driving me wild. His lips were pulling on my nipples and his cock was nudging my pussy. Why didn't he put it in?
His cock bumped my pussy again and I tried to capture it, but it slipped away. Desperate to feel him inside me, I reached for his cock and pointed it just as he lunged forward.
I didn't try to slow him down. I held on and let him fuck me as fast as he could. My mind was blank. I didn't give any thought to the way his cock curved at the end. All I could think of was how good it felt.
At one point Phillip became distracted. He kept looking at the door, like he heard it being opened. There was no way to assure Phillip that my mom wouldn't disturb us, so I wrapped my legs around his ass and urged him to keep going. I was getting tired and wanted him to finish. Besides, I had cum three times and my pussy was beginning to complain about being rubbed raw.
Quite by accident, I learned a valuable lesson that night.
"Fuck me," I implored and his reaction was to stop and peer down at me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was coming. Two grunts and a last lunge finished him off.
We held each other and laughed about how good it had been.
The next night we went to a party. I was with Danny and Phillip was with Julia.
Phillip came to my house the night before returning to school. We did everything the same, but he didn't last as long. He said it was because he wasn't concerned about my mom catching us. He was able to concentrate this time.
Julia and I shared the letters we received from the guys, except one, in which Phillip wrote that he would like to be with me exclusively, but it wouldn't be fair to our friends. 'You're Danny's girl and I'll always belong to Julia'.
I wrote back that I would always remember our first time together.
The four of us continued to enjoy 'variety' until Phillip and Julia married. Afterwards, we've always abided by Julia's stipulation that there would be no more swapping.
I closed the file and tried to assess my emotions. Was I shocked? No. I'd known plenty of girls with healthy appetites for sex. Kelley's infatuation with variety reminded me of the summer Sean and I alternated nights with the landscapers. What were their names? Noreen and Cecile were gamers, never making us wait when we picked them up.
Unlike the landscapers, whose expectations were to simply have a good time, Kelley and Julia had long-term, deep feelings for their fellows. Noreen and Cecile were in it for the summer; Kelley and Julia were in it for the long haul.
A thought struck me that I had never considered before; did Sean and I alternate nights with them or did Noreen and Cecile swap us between them at will? What a carefree summer that was.
Was I disappointed with how Kelley had portrayed her relationship with Danny? Yes, I was disappointed with the way she had concealed her involvement with Phillip. That's what it was, concealment, wasn't it? She had been less than truthful. Did she avoid telling me about fucking Phillip to protect me from the knowledge that my girlfriend sought variety? Didn't she know I could accept her being promiscuous? After all, she had seen my list of twenty-five; make it twenty-six sexual partners.
There was also the possibility that Kelley was embellishing the truth. Was she fantasizing? Did she have a pent-up desire to have sex with her childhood friend and was merely describing how she imagined it would play out? If so, did she want me to read her journal? Was my girlfriend that devious? Could it be that the girl I had told I loved had written her fantasy and protected the file with an obvious password, 'Sammie', that she knew I would read? In that case it would mean her most recent fit of anger had been acting.
While I tried to remain calm and calculating, I couldn't stop the flood of possibilities that monopolized my thinking. Was Kelley as complicated as I was trying to make her? Or was it as she had written; for her eyes only.
I skimmed the next chapters, finding that after the boys returned to school; Kelley dated classmates, never permitting them to go beyond light petting. When Danny and Phillip came home for school breaks and summer vacation, Kelley and Julia resumed the practice of alternating nights with the guys. As Kelley described; the closest they ever came to group sex was a make-out session at a party. She wrote; 'The four of us were never in a bedroom at the same time. I didn't want to see my boyfriend fucking Julia and she felt the same about Phillip and me'.
The following chapters were filled with her initiation into college, being separated from her friends and family, the joy of receiving letters, and fun she had during breaks and summer reunions. It was during her sophomore year that she became suspicious that Danny was involved with someone else. When she confronted him, he confirmed that he was sleeping with a classmate. Kelley took the news hard and began dating another sophomore. She wrote 'sex with Brian was boring and I felt unfettered when he dumped me. I was anxious to go home for the summer where familiarity awaited me'.
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