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Devlin smiled as the last customer left. She locked the doors, turned down the lights, and turned the sign in the door to Closed. She didn't show it, but after she stepped in back she slumped against the wall. It had been a busy night and she was beat. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Before her mother came by she had to finish restocking, close out the cash register and balance the receipts, clean up the fitting rooms and send off the special orders.
She started the cash register on its totaling while she cleaned up the fitting rooms. Restocking was a snap. She'd found if she kept up with it during the evening it went fast. The special orders took longer. But she finally got everything sent off and carefully copied all that information into the log. She gave the showroom floor a quick sweep and tidied up around the counter and display cabinets. These were the easy things. She took the cash register drawer and the tape and sat down in back to make sure everything came out even. This was such a pain, but she knew it was the most important part of it. She always saved it for last, that way if she had any problems her mother could help her count it, or, as she had once, leave it for Emma in the morning along with a note about the discrepancies. This time, though, it all came out right. The checks, credit card receipts, gift certificates and cash all matched what was on the register tape. She had to be getting better at this.
She was surprised to see it was not quite 11 when she had everything locked up. She gave the store one last check to make sure everything was set for the next morning, then put on her coat. It had been a busy night with quite a few customers, most of whom she'd had to help with their fitting. The first few times she'd done that she'd felt nervous and tried not to stare at these women's breasts. Then she'd laughed it off; she'd seen enough bare breasts at Emma's parties, why should she be self-conscious about it now? Because you know all those women, she reminded herself. And at the party all the gals are trying to show off their boobs. That sure isn't the case here. This is more like gym class.
She got her sweater and books together. She'd gotten most of her homework done during the dinner hour. The first hour after Emma left was the quietest one, and that was when she studied and had a snack. She'd do a little reading ahead tonight in the restaurant. There were three weeks left till graduation, three weeks left till summer. There were kids who were all excited about it; they were going to work right after school. She figured it was just going to be a pause for her, college was coming up.
Jeff was waiting for her at the front door. She stopped in surprise and then opened the door. They'd had those two dances and a picnic, and then, because she was working weeknights, they'd only had one Saturday night date. She'd missed him. Missed him? Nuts, she'd even missed Danny. There was almost no time between getting home from school and heading off to work.
"How've you been?" he asked, smiling.
"Pretty good. It's been, what, a few hours?"
"Something like that. Care for a lift home?"
"Why sure. Let me call my mother and tell her not to stop by to pick me up." She made a beeline for the phone beneath the counter while he looked around the store. She thought it was funny how uncomfortable he was looking at the racks of bras hanging up on display. He seemed a lot more comfortable when they left and she locked the door behind them. Guys were so embarrassed about things like that. She wondered, did Sabrina see guys react like that when she was at her nudist camp?
"Er, want to get a coke or something?" Jeff asked.
"Sure," she said. "That'd be nice."
The only place that was open was the all-night restaurant she normally went to. She thought of getting a booth, but she saw the look in his eye and got everything to go. Obviously he had something else in mind than sitting in a booth, talking.
He started driving, but after getting on to the freeway, he got off on the Cedar Point exit. She wondered where he was going.
"Didn't feel like taking the freeway all the way back," he said.
"So we're taking the back way?"
"The state highway," he said.
"You know," she said as an opening gambit. "I was missing the way we used to get to be alone for a while."
"I did, too," he said abruptly. He was staring straight ahead, his knuckles white. "Would you... uh..."
He wants to get laid, she realized, and he doesn't know how to suggest it. She wanted to, too, and she didn't know how to suggest it, either. Since starting this job she hadn't been with either Jeff or Danny. Sabrina was right, going cold-turkey was just too hard on her. She'd already gone through half a dozen batteries on that vibrator. Sure, she climaxed with it, and it was a very deep, very intense climax. But it wasn't the same as doing it with your arms and legs wrapped around a guy. She loved climaxing. But climaxing with the vibrator wasn't sex, and she realized, now, that it was the sex she missed, and everything that went with it, the foreplay, the kissing, the fondling, the touching, the smells, the tastes, the feel of the guy, everything, not just the climax.
Of course, she thought, how do you bring up the whole idea? You didn't just say, "Hey, let's pull off the road and screw", did you? Of course if the rest of the world was like a swinger's party, you could. I'd just say, "Hey, Jeff, let's pull off somewhere and we can get laid." But on the other hand, why not?
"There's a turn-off up ahead on the left," she said.
He looked at her and she could almost read his mind. "It's the back way to the lake. We used to ride our bikes that way to avoid the main highway."
"On the left?" He slowed down and began looking for it.
"Not this one," she said as she saw where they were. "It's about a mile farther."
He nodded, speeding up. "This one?" he asked a minute later.
She recognized the sign and the trees. "This is the one," she said. "If you go about two miles and turn south you'll be in town after about a mile."
"Oh, I know where we are," he said. He slowed, looking at the roads. After one in particular he pulled off. "This leads..."
"... to the creek," she finished. "I remember going swimming there. This should be a good spot."
He pulled well off the road, parking behind a screen of trees and brush. He hesitated, looking uncomfortable.
"You know," she said, "I've heard tell the sheriff cruises through here looking for cars parked like this. Do you have a blanket?"
"Sure."
"Let's take the blanket down by the creek. We should be alone there."
He almost fumbled in his eagerness to get the blanket. She slipped her hand into his as they walked down near the creek. He led them along a path they could only dimly see until they were well out of sight of the car. When she saw the small grassy clearing she nodded her head. "This will do," she said softly.
He shook the blanket out. She sat on it and pulled him down beside her. After waiting for him to initiate something she shrugged mentally. Good thing I'm used to being the aggressive one.
She lay back and pulled him half down on top of her. She waited, and this time she was rewarded. He kissed her hesitantly. After a moment he put his arms on both sides of her and tried it again. She pressed back, encouraging him.
In between kisses she reached up and stroked his face. He felt so good pressing against her. There was something so hard and firm about a man's body, especially Jeff's. She pulled off his glasses and they kissed again. He was breathing a little harder when he broke the kiss.
He kissed her cheek, her neck, kissed her at the hollow at the base of her neck. She made a noise of pleasure at this. He was such a quick learner.
She kissed him back, kissing the skin at the base of his neck, inhaling the warm masculine scent of him. She was getting warm. She smiled to herself when she felt his groin getting hard and lumpy. As he continued to kiss her she decided it was time she took things in hand, literally.
"We both know what we want," she murmured. She pushed him onto his back and attacked his belt. With his help she got his pants down, followed by his shorts. His cock practically leaped up, enjoying its freedom. She wrapped her hand around it. "Hi, there," she said to it.
She licked its underside, and felt him shiver. She grinned towards his face, lost in the darkness, then popped its head in her mouth and sucked. His cock, already stiff, was suddenly as hard as a bar of steel. Umm-hmm, she thought, this was exactly what he was after.
She cupped his balls as she continued sucking. His hips began to flex as he instinctively sought to bury his length in her. She leaned back slightly, jacking him with her hand. He felt longer and harder than before. Remembering something she'd seen Gloria do at one of Emma's parties, she leaned forward and began sucking and teasing his balls with her lips. He groaned. She sucked each ball individually, playing with them with her tongue. As she did so her hand was a blur, jacking his length.
Finally she leaned back to see what happened. Sure enough she felt his cock swell, and then he came, shooting his jism at least a foot into the air. She leaned over to catch the second spurt, feeling the warm fluid spatter her face with its force. Then she sank her lips onto the head of his cock and began sucking and swallowing.
It was like he started cumming all over again. He groaned, his hips flexed upwards, driving his cock to the back of her mouth, and then he filled her mouth with his jism, time after time.
Eventually - it seemed like it took forever - he relaxed. His spurts slowed, then stopped, and his cock softened. She let it go. It flopped down across his belly, suddenly looking much smaller and wrinkled.
She leaned back, looking at him. "Feel better?" she asked softly, wiping the last of his cum from her mouth.
He made some unintelligible noise before stirring. "Uh," was all he said.
Devlin began unbuttoning her blouse. Blowing him had excited her, she could feel the wetness on her thighs. She folded her blouse up neatly and laid it on a bush, then began working on her skirt. Fine time to wear a tight skirt, she thought as she struggled with it. Jeff should be helping her, but he was just lying there, staring up at the stars as if he'd been stunned, which was probably a good description of what had just happened.
She couldn't get the stupid zipper down. She could get it down about an inch, and that was it. And if she couldn't get the zipper down she couldn't get it off. She knew this skirt, and it was tight enough it would take forever to get out of it, and almost as long to get back into it.
She had a sudden thought. She pulled her skirt up, and began trying to work it the other way. She got it nearly to the top of her thighs, almost far enough. And then how do I get my damned panties off? she wondered as she continued her struggle. This was getting ridiculous. She could almost open her legs far enough, she could almost touch herself.
She had an idea. She bent over and began licking his cock. It stiffened immediately. Jeff moaned. She rubbed it against her breasts, then put it between them and moved back and forth. The last guy she'd tried this with had cum all over her boobs, but she didn't think that was going to happen tonight. He was getting harder, though. He was stretched out to almost his full length.
Reaching down between her legs she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. She rubbed the blunt head of his cock against her. He felt as large as a fist down there, but she finally had it positioned right and began trying to impale herself on it.
God, this was like trying to sit on a log. She hadn't had sex with Jeff in nearly two weeks, she wasn't sure she could open wide enough to take him. She kept moving him around, trying to fit him into her. She felt herself open a bit more, and he slipped a little ways in. She closed her eyes. It felt good, but, God, it felt like she was dry as a bone down there, like she had no lubrication.
She climbed off him and lavishly coated the head of his cock with her saliva, then swung her leg over and tried it again. He got a little farther in her, maybe an inch or so. She lifted slightly and bore down again; and there it stuck. She couldn't seem to open enough to take him.
"You're going to have to help out on this," she said, getting off him.
"Maybe if you could get your legs farther apart that would help."
"If I could get my damned skirt off I could get my legs farther apart," she said. "But that's not happening. And I'm not sure I could get it back on after we're done."
"What do you suggest?"
"Hmm, let's try this," she said. She got on her hands and knees. "Try it this way."
He looked at her, and she could see his brow wrinkling in the darkness. "Okay, just how do I do this?"
She bit back a word. How was he to know? He was barely past being a virgin, and he obviously hadn't thought of things like this. "Get behind me, slide your dick up between my legs and see if you can slip it in that way." She spread her ankles as far apart as she could and hoped that would help.
He knelt behind her, his hands on her hips. She could feel his cock rubbing against the inside of her leg. "Your pantyhose will get in the way," he said.
"I'm not wearing pantyhose," she said.
His cock nudged almost at her entrance. She could feel her panties push against her. "What's this?"
I'm never going to get this, she thought. She reached between her legs and pulled her panties aside. "Try it again," she said.
He pushed again, rubbing the head of his cock deliciously against her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. Yes, this was almost it. She guided him to her entrance, and he pushed forward just as she pushed back onto him. She felt herself opening a bit more as the head of his cock slipped into her. God, he was big.
He backed off and pushed again. He got a little more in her, more than she got when she was on top. Another try, and he got maybe half of his length in her.
"God, you're so hot down there," he muttered. "And you're so tight."
He tried again, out, in, and she felt his tummy bump against her bottom. Another try, but that was all the further he was going. He paused, then started up his rhythmic thrusting. It wasn't perfect, but it was hot. He was so big, and this was all of him she could take right now. And from the angle, coming up under her skirt, he wasn't able to thrust at the right angle to sheathe himself all the way in her. But that didn't matter much, she could feel him sliding, stretching, filling her.
She rested her head on the blanket. All of her strength was draining out of her arms. Her nipples were rubbing back and forth against the blanket, a delicious friction that sparked all through her.
Suddenly he began to thrust harder. He tightened his hands on her hips and she felt him thrust as deep as he could. She could feel him cumming, actually feel the spurts of his cum inside her. Then he was breathing hard, but going soft.
"Damn, damn, damn," she muttered.
Jeff sort of fell backwards, still holding on to her, pulling her back with him. She could feel his cock losing its strength. This was grossly unfair. Girls were still wet after they came, sometimes wetter if the guy she was with had cum, but guys got soft and useless after they were done.
She slipped a finger between her legs, trying to rub her clit, but it was no use. It was over. She couldn't get him in her, and she definitely wasn't going to get to cum. She started to say something and stopped. From where they were she could see the bridge over the creek, and she could dimly see a sheriff's car driving slowly across the bridge.
Listening intently, she could hear it slow or stop. Over the trees she could see a faint red glow, as from taillights. And then she heard the engine speed up as it drove away. Wouldn't that just be wonderful, she thought. If the sheriff found them like this there could be absolutely no doubt about what they'd been doing.
She felt cold, suddenly. She rubbed her arms, feeling the goose pimples. Reluctantly she climbed off Jeff and began looking around for her clothes. It looked like another night with her vibrator. She was getting real friendly with that thing, too friendly. But she didn't seem to have any other choice.
Her skirt fought being pushed back down just as hard as it had fought being pulled up. She couldn't get it all the way back down, but she got it far enough for decency's sake. She started to put on her bra, and stopped. She could feel the cold clammy wetness of something on her breasts - she tasted it, it was his jism. She sighed. This seemed to be a real winner, tonight. She needed to wear her bra, but for how long? She sighed again and tossed it on the blanket. Reluctantly she slipped on her blouse and began hunting around for her shoes.
Jeff was stirring, slowly getting himself put back together. He finished dressing about the same time she did.
"You ready?" she asked.
"All set," he said, his voice still shaky. He collected the blanket as she slipped her shoes on. Walking on broken ground in the dark wearing heels wasn't the smartest thing to do, but she didn't want to ruin her nylons, either. She felt something chafing against her legs. After a moment she realized it had to be her panties. They were probably still all twisted up and half-hanging down.
Nobody was around the car. Jeff pulled out onto the county road. Devlin slipped her sweater on and folded her arms beneath her boobs. She felt like every car or person who saw them could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Well, once she got home it wouldn't matter. Speaking of which...
She pulled down the visor and began checking things out. She had some jism on her face and more in her hair. She got as much of that cleaned out as she could, but ran out of tissues.
"What time is it?" she asked as she dug through her purse.
Jeff glanced at his watch. "About a quarter till midnight."
"Can we stop at the mini-mart and get more Kleenex?" she asked. "They don't close until midnight."
"Sure," Jeff said. He drove through town to the mini-mart.
"Batteries, too," Devlin added, thinking of her vibrator. She dug a $5 out of her wallet. "Here, this should cover everything."
"Are you coming in?" he asked.
"Looking like this?" She shook her head. "I'll wait here."
She carefully brushed her hair, getting most of his cum out by the time he got back. The tissue took care of the rest. She gave herself one last inspection. That would have to do.
Jeff drove them back to Danny and Sue's in silence. "You could pick me up from work tomorrow night," she said. "I could wear slacks so we wouldn't have the problem we had tonight."
"You look nicer in a skirt," he said. "And I can't tomorrow night, we have church Wednesday nights."
"I thought you didn't have church on Wednesdays."
"Well, that's changed."
"Thursday?"
"Thursdays... Thursdays I can do. I don't have any church activities on Thursdays."
"What other days of the week could you pick me up?"
"Only Tuesdays and Thursdays."
"Why so few?"
"Well, Sunday night we have evening service. On Monday night I have Youth Prayer Group. On Wednesday night now I have Family Church until 11. On Friday night I have Young Adult Service and I help with the kids Church Basketball League. And Saturday night is Penitence Night when we pray for forgiveness for any sins we've committed during the week."
"That's an awful lot of Church."
"Is it? I thought that was how often everybody went."
Devlin swallowed anything she was going to say. Her mother had never been particularly religious, and she hadn't been raised as very religious. She knew there were Holy Rollers in Illinois, they were as thick as hairs on dogs in some of the Midwestern states. Why next door in Indiana they had all sorts of religious nuts running around telling people what to do.
She missed what Jeff said and had to have him repeat it. "I just said you should probably meet my folks. They want to meet you."
"How much have you told them about us?" She could feel a cold finger walking up her back.
"Just that we're dating. But my folks want to meet you. And so do the Elders in the Church."
"Between school and work I don't have time to meet people," Devlin said.
"You could come on a Sunday," he said.
"That's about the only time my mother and I have together," she replied. "And then we visit other family, too, my aunt and uncle and my grandmother."
"Well, family is important," he said slowly. "It's the bedrock of faith. I'll tell them you can't come to church on Sunday because you spend the day with your family." He smiled. "They'll like that."
He pulled to a stop in front of Danny and Sue's. The lights were out. She gave Jeff a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow in school."
"Bye." He gave her his boyish grin.
She waved and headed around the house towards the side entrance. She waited until he drove off, then ran around the house and let herself in the back door of her own. She glanced at the clock. She figured she had about 20 minutes before her mother got home. She was headed upstairs when she heard the garage door start opening, and realized that was wrong.
She ducked into the bathroom and gave herself a last inspection. Hair - seemed to be okay. Blouse - damn, her mother would notice no bra. She ducked into her room and grabbed the first one she found in her drawer. She could hear her mother opening the door from the garage as she closed the door to the bathroom. Oh, great, she thought as she got herself pushed into her bra. This is the small one, the one that pinches. This was the one that she'd meant to throw out, the C cup with the underwire that poked through the fabric. Oh well, she was only going to be wearing it for a few minutes.
"Devlin? I'm home."
"Just a minute," Devlin said. Skirt - a little high. Nylons - a little askew but otherwise acceptable, especially if her mother saw she was getting out of them. Make-up - a little smudged from where she'd been wiping her face. She started the sink and began removing her make-up. She heard her mother's footsteps in the hall. There, now make-up wasn't a problem, and that should take care of her hair, too.
"I got to leave early," her mother said. She walked back down the hall from her room. "So, where did you two go?"
"We got something to eat," Devlin said. She stood in the hall toweling her face off. "Or, rather, I did."
"Did you have a good time?" Her mother followed her into her room.
"Sort of." She began trying to unzip her skirt. The zipper was still stuck. "Jeff's family is awfully religious."
Her mother was silent for a bit. "Does it bother you that we don't go to church on Sundays?"
"No," Devlin said, "not really. I know a lot of kids seem to spend most of Sundays in church, but I've never understood what it is they saw there. But Jeff's family is really extreme. He wanted me to meet with his Church Elders, not just his folks."
"How well do you like him?" her mother asked after a bit.
She finally got the zipper to slide down. Finally! Why couldn't that have happened an hour ago? "I like him," Devlin said. "He's kind of cute, and he's smart. He's shy, but really nice."
As she sat down to take off her nylons she noticed her mother was looking at something between Devlin's legs. Devlin didn't want to be obvious and bend over and look. But as she unrolled the stockings she heard her mother sigh.
"Something bothering you?"
"Are... are..." Her mother stopped and cleared her throat. "Are you two sleeping together?" she got out in a rush. "Are you two, you know, are you two... intimate?"
Her mother must have seen something that made her think that, and she wasn't going to lie to her mother. "Yes," Devlin said.
Her mother sighed again. "Well, that's why I paid for your birth control prescription. You are taking it, aren't you?"
"Every morning," Devlin said. "And, yes, I'm careful."
Her mother sighed and sat on the bed. "I knew this day was coming," she said. "My little girl is growing up." She looked at Devlin. "Oh, it isn't the way you're body is growing. That's just cosmetic in a way - they work the same regardless of how big they get. It just makes me feel, I don't know, it makes me realize that you aren't the cute 5-year old I remember. I think mothers never want their babies to grow up, especially little girls. And you just proved to me that you're grown up."
"Mother, I'm nearly 18 years old."
"When you're 18 you might not be grown up, when you lie with a man, you're grown up, whether you want to be or not. I know you've been mature for your age since you were 12 or 13. I was always amazed at your self-confidence. You might have been a young teenager in age, but you were a lot older in your views of life. You were a lot more mature than I was at your age."
"So what made you think I was sleeping with Jeff?"
"Your clothes," her mother said. "Your panties are all askew and wet between your legs. I saw that and it told me what you two were doing this evening. I could only hope you were being careful. I'm not ready to be a grandmother."
"And I don't want to be a mother, not until I'm older," Devlin said. "We were careful."
Her mother stared at something only she could see and sighed again. "You'll want to clean up," she said. "And when you do, why don't you come on downstairs. We can have hot cocoa and stuff and talk."
"I'll be down in a couple of minutes," Devlin said.
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"So what did she want to talk about?" Sabrina asked the next day as they got ready for gym class.
"Oh, stuff, men, guys, things like that." Devlin opened her locker to put away her books and get out her gym clothes.
"Did you tell her about Danny?" Sabrina opened her own locker and began undressing.
Devlin gave her an exasperated look. "Of course not," she said in a low voice. "It's bad enough she knows I'm having sex with Jeff. She'd flip out if she knew about Danny. She'd probably have him arrested or something."
"Imagine what she'd do if she found out about those parties you went to." She pulled a pair of panties out of her purse and slipped them on before removing her dress.
"Yeah, well, she's not going to find out, okay?" What had been eating her all day finally came out. "Jeff hangs out with a pretty religious group."
"You finally noticed?" Sabrina looked around to make sure they weren't overheard, before leaning closer. "I admit he's never struck me as the Holy Roller type," she said in a low voice, "but, well, you never know. Some of them are pretty sneaky."
"I wonder how much he really believes that stuff," Devlin said. She began changing, too. "He was talking about me meeting some Church Elders or something."
"I've heard about them," Sabrina said. She pulled on her gym shorts and tied her shoes. "There was somebody out at the camp last weekend who was talking about stuff like that. She was saying that in some of these churches everyone is controlled by these Elders."
Devlin finished changing and they started towards the gym. "Everything?"
"Who marries who, where you live, what you do for a living, everything like that. They get pretty intense."
"That sounds Communist or something," Devlin said. She frowned at the thought of those unseen Elders telling Jeff to stay away from her. "Everything?"
"Even when to have kids," Sabrina said. "Of course they can't tell you what kind of kids to have, but they probably would if they thought they could."
Devlin shook her head. "That's stupid. Why do people put up with that?"
"Who knows," Sabrina said. "Oh, good," she said when she saw the gym equipment lying against the wall. "It looks like we're playing basketball today."
After gym, after a long shower under the hottest water she could stand, Devlin leaned over to Sabrina as they were leaving the locker room. "You want to know what's worse?" she asked quietly. "When we were doing it last night, he came twice and I didn't cum at all."
"Not at all?" Sabrina was surprised. "Girl, I didn't think you had that kind of problem."
"It is when he cums too quickly for me to climax," Devlin said. They stepped into the hall, and she shut up. She saw Jeff talking with two other boys dressed just like he was, white shirt buttoned to the neck, black slacks, black dress shoes. She hadn't realized it till now, but it looked like a uniform.
"It does, doesn't it," Sabrina agreed when Devlin mentioned it. "Well, there are Believers and there are believers. And I'd say he isn't as firm a believer as a couple of people we know." She nodded at two girls standing in the corner talking. Both were wearing denim dresses over white blouses. Neither had any make-up on, and their hair was pulled back in severe buns.
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