Sex in the Sky

“Obligitory Disclaimer: Gay sex, over 18, blah blah, yada yada, you know the drill. This is yet another installment involving Doug from Subway Angel and Tomcats. It’s a standalone if you haven’t read those yet, so don’t worry. I originally wrote this for a friend, which is where I got the name “Patch”, (It’s an old style nickname for “Peter”, much like “Dick” is for “Richard”) I thought it was good so here I am publishing it. Any and all feedback welcome. I want to give a special thank you to Tom Collins who inflated my ego and made this ledgible.”

Change My Mind

Les Diaboliques. That’s the name of the worst foreign film, hell, the worst film ever in recorded history. It’s the film I’ve been suffering through, ready to projectile vomit from, for over two solid hours. I’m here with a friend for “her “friend’s birthday. I came along because the birthday girl’s brother was supposed to be here, and his attractiveness and availability had been hyped up to me for a good month now. “You’ll love him, he’s just right for you.” They’ve been telling me. So I went to this art space, ready to put up with a room full of pretentious idiots if it meant meeting someone cool. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be, for this mystery brother caught a stomach virus and was unable to attend. So, whilst all the women in the room flutter and coo in the dark about what a sensitive, touching movie this is, I’m sitting here about to slit my wrists.

“It’s almost over,” My friend leans over to me, finally noticing how badly I’ve been fidgeting. “Only about forty-five or so minutes to go.” God, I won’t make it. I’ll explode first.

“I’ll be back. I need to uhh…use the bathroom.” I lie, just wanting to go out for some fresh air. She doesn’t respond, she doesn’t even acknowledge that I’ve spoken to her. I make my way out of the small, stuffy, smoke-filled room, through the bar area and out into the crisp, quiet autumn night. There’s already someone standing out here eating a candybar. He’s got this big black hoodie on, and he gives me a suspicious glare from under it as I sit down on the bench nearby. I give him a lingering stare in return. “You hated the movie too, huh?”

He takes a moment to swallow his candy before responding. “You went in to see the movie? No, man, I’m hiding out from the yuppie douchebags at the wine bar.”

“You came here for the wine bar?” He honestly didn’t look like the type to be at a place like this. He had these big sloppy jeans, ripped at the cuffs and smudged with dirt and paint, and faded black sneakers that looked older than he was. I could picture him hanging out at the park with a beer in his hand, but not in a high-class place like this.

“I’m with a friend.” His tone is rather harsh and defensive. “This place fucking sucks. I could be home whacking off to midget porn right now.” My eyes widen at his comment. I can’t believe someone would say that to a complete stranger. Well, my expression must have been priceless because he suddenly bursts out laughing. “Okay,” He slaps his knee. “Your reaction just made this whole thing worth it.” I can’t help but start laughing too.

“Wow, that’s something you don’t hear everyday.” I blurt out not knowing how else to respond.

He wraps up the remainder of his candy and shoves it into his pocket, wipes his hands, crudely, on his thighs and walks over to me with a hand out. I can see his face better now that he’s in the light. He’s got these big green eyes framed in thick, brown, geek glasses, and a heart-shaped face covered in thick, coarse, brown stubble. “I’m Doug.” He flashes a smart-assed grin, like he’s inwardly mocking me.

“My friends call me Patch.” I take his hand. It’s warm, and his grip is strong. He sits by me and pushes his hood back. He’s got this long dark hair back in a ponytail, with a thousand flyaways. He takes a moment to slide out his hairtie and redo the ponytail to pre-hoodie neatness.

“Nice to meetcha. You ever been to this dump before tonight?”

“Never. I’m not planning on coming back either. What about you?”

He turns away, his brows knit from stress as he pinches the bridge of his nose, making the glasses lift up a bit. “Once. I came here with my roomate because she thought I needed more ‘culture’. Made me sit through this gawdsawful black and white flick about some french broad who goes around stabbin’ dudes in their sleep. It was so painful, I should’a had two robots sitting next to me making fun of it the whole time.”

“Oh, Les Diaboliques, that’s what I was forced to sit through just now.”

“Augh!” He cries in empathy. “And it’s like twelve thousand years long, right?” He gives me a sympathetic smile. “The things we do for our friends!”

“Tell me about it.” I roll my eyes. “So if you hate this place so much, why’d you come back?”

“Because she really likes this place, and I have _nothing_ better to do. I work so much and it’s like, sometimes I want to feel like I have a life, even if I’m having a rotten time., At least I’m not sitting home with my thumb up my ass, you know?” He glances down and for a moment he looks so tired and sad that I feel the urge to reach over and hug him.

“I know.” I sigh. We sit there for a moment just looking at the ground in silence. There’s something about this guy that’s so strangely comfortable, like we’ve known each other for years. The gap of silence isn’t even awkward, in fact, just sitting there with him made me feel oddly content.

At one point, he turns to me with a half-smirk and breaks the silence. “I think I remember you coming in. You were with that huge mafia of chicks, right?” I chuckle and nod. “So which one of them was your girlfriend?”

It wasn’t just the question alone that was funny, it was the way he asked it, and the look in his eyes “when “he asked it; like he was probing. Like he wanted to know if I was single, into women or interested in finding someone. I debated giving him a monosyllabic and obscure answer, but it hits me that he’s asking because he might be interested. Could I go out with a guy like him? He’s so strange, so vulgar, so different from anyone I’ve ever met. “They’re my friends.” I smile wide; flattered that he finds me attractive enough to go through the probing process for.

“Ahh, so your girlfriend is at home? Worrying about you being out with so many other girls?” He giggles, not letting up. “You some sort of heartbreaker?”

“Well, to women, I’m afraid so. I always break their hearts when they find out I’m gay.” I decide to be nice and give him what he’s looking for. I was never any good at keeping people stringing along, even if they deserved it. He turns to fully face me, his eyes lighting up like a christmas tree, and for a second he looks like he wants to say something. He merely smirks and nods in approval.

“Cool.” He finally states, turning forward, still nodding slowly.

“And you? Is your roomate a love interest?”

He shrugs casually, still looking forward. I glance that way and realize there’s a cat digging through garbage across the street. “She was, but not anymore. I’m looking for something else right now.”

“Like?” There’s suddenly a tension growing between us. Not an awkward one, something more primal, more meaningful. He turns to me and there’s a new element to those olive green eyes of his; a hungry, devilish look of desire. It completely changed the way he looked; it transformed him from “playful little brother” to “wild, mischievous potential lover”. My jaw drops open as we just sit there staring deeply into each other’s eyes.

“Like…something more…rugged.” He breathes, his eyes slitted sexily.

“How old are you?” I ask suddenly, and he’s taken aback by it. It occurs to me that he looks young, maybe a little too young.

He blinks a few times, that smirk now gone from his features. “Older than I look, younger than I feel.”

“Boy, you’ve got a wisecrack answer for everything, don’t you?” I chuckle, trying to hide my growing frustration.

He rolls his eyes. “I’m 27. Lighten up, man. You totally destroyed that whole moment just now. Well you know what, you’re going to have to build up to the next one ’cause I’m spent.” He continues to look at me, crossing his arms, now obviously annoyed.

“Hahaha! You’re very cute, but you realize I’m a lot older than you, right?”

“Tsk.” He clicks his tongue. “So what? I think it was the Kids in the Hall who said ‘the cute, as a species, do not age well’, so I gotta get all the nookie I can while I’m young. You, on the other hand, are aging beautifully so the difference between us shouldn’t mean much.”

“You’re too kind.” I put a hand on his knee to underscore my point. “Unfortunately, as attractive as I might find you, a one night stand is not something I’m looking for right now.”

He puts his warm hand gingerly on top of mine. “Then I’m afraid we have a problem, because I just got out of a forever-long relationship and I’m just not ready to leap into another.”

“Hrm.” I grunt, turning to stare at that cat again. Now it’s sitting in the meatloaf position on a ledge, staring back at us. I can see it’s eyes glowing bright greenish-yellow in the dark.

“Yeah,” He agrees, squeezing my hand. “Ain’t love grand? Scars you worse than war.” We sit like that for a few more minutes, the sexual tension hanging in the air like humidity. “What about friends with benefits?” He blurts out after a while.

“No, Doug. I’m looking for a boyfriend, I don’t have time for games.”

He gasps and turns to stare wide-eyed at me with this insulted expression, pulling his hand away from mine. “No time for games? Let me tell you something. There’s a big difference between an ‘adult’ and a ‘grown-up’. An adult is someone who can live their life and do their own thing, but never forgot how to be a kid. He can still joke and mess around with the best of them, and can totally make time in his busy life for playtime. And a grown-up…well, if you become one of those, you might as well go walk into oncoming traffic now because you’re already dead.” He crosses his arms again and stares at his own feet.

“Yes, but there comes a time when you have to discard your wild ways for something more substantial and secure.” I put my hand on his shoulder. With all this sexual tension floating about, it was difficult having him sit next to me and not touch him. “Sleeping around isn’t safe or smart, and you seem like a decent person. I can’t imagine you like the feeling of being used.”

“You’re right, I don’t.” He looks down. “But it’s better than ripping open an already rotting wound.” He begins to shake his head absently, looking very upset. I scoot closer and put my arm around him. I can feel the immense tension in his shoulders;, it was like I was leaning against a brick wall. “There’s nothing secure about relationships.” He begins, still staring at the ground between his parted legs. “People are so fickle, so ready to move onto the next big thing. So sick, so obsessive, so indifferent, and so bitter. Everyone’s got a different mental malfunction. You could be the happiest couple in the world and something horrible always goes wrong. They cheat on you, they ignore you, they mistreat you, turn their back on you, abuse you, talk shit about your friends and family, it’s always something. It’s not like it used to be. And even if they’re great to be with, nobody wants to work anything out and stay together anymore and every love venture just either tapers out or explodes into an abysmal failure. Getting emotionally attached just opens you up for more pain.” He glances up into my eyes with this miserable, puppydog expression. “I know.” He gives me a crooked grin despite this and puts his hand on my inner thigh. “I’m just a big fucking ray of sunshine.”

I chuckle and he joins me. The sexual tension is mostly gone, leaving only that comfort level we had before. The door creaks open and my friend’s head pops halfway out. “Patch?” She shouts right before spotting us on the bench. We both turn our heads to look at her. “Oh!” She squeals when she sees how close we’re sitting. “The um, movie’s over, so we’re just going to sit at the bar. So…whenever you want to come in, okay?”

“Okay, thanks, hon.” I wave to her as she closes the door giving me a big, forced, slightly embarrassed smile. Doug waves to her as well.

“Well, that was special.” He remarks flatly. “You wanna go back inside?”

“No, not yet. Look,” I get back to the subject before he has the chance to derail my thought train. “You’re mostly right but you have a very bitter, jaded outlook on love. It’s not all screaming matches and resentment. That stuff makes you forget about the real reason we look for love. It makes you feel wonderful, wanted, “needed”. Like you have someone who treasures you despite all your faults and shortcomings.”

“Friends with benefits can do that.” He grins as I give him give him a frustrated sigh, slumping my shoulders. He gives me a big, dazzling smile. “Hey, I’m a stubborn, pig-headed jerk. I’ll be the first to admit it. And I know what you mean, I can see your side of it.” His features soften into sadness. “I’m just not ready.”

“I understand.” I hold him close to me with both arms and he nuzzles his head against the crook of my neck. It’s been so long since I’ve felt something so intimate and yet so normal. He didn’t feel like a stranger in my arms; it’s as if we’ve been a couple for years and this was just one of those affectionate cuddle moments we often share. I close my eyes and thoroughly enjoy the contact. I can feel his even breathing, his chest rising and falling against me. His cheek is warm against my neck, despite the heavy chill in the air. Even his hair is warm, and smells faintly of sweet shampoo. I think about letting this strange, vulgar, young man into my life as a good friend until he comes to his senses and decides he wants to be all mine. I think about how hard it will be not to just sleep with him, and that, when he’s ready, the lovemaking will be more than worth it.

“DOUG!” Some woman with short, black hair and tons of makeup on comes bursting through the door, yelling like a maniac. We both jump with a start. He tears away from me to stand up and face her. My whole body suddenly feels cold and my arms feel the depressing, empty void of his absence. “Doug, what the fuck, where were you??” She points at him. “You just missed some funny shit!”

“Sorry, Nat, I was out here talking to a friend.” He glances at me nervously.

“So what, you’re flat leaving me? Get your ass back in here. We just met up with a bunch of people and I want them to meet you.” She trots up to him, takes him by the wrist and begins dragging him away. “C’mon, you need to do your Beavis impression, that’s friggin’ hysterical.” He gives me a helpless look as he halfway drags his feet back to the door.

“Excuse me!” I stand up, unwilling to take this bullshit. “Doug and I were talking. He’ll join you when he’s done.”

“She points at me, yet addresses him. “Who the hell “is “this guy?”

“I told you, he’s my friend. Go inside, I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

She taps her watch sternly. “Five minutes, child. I already told them about you, don’t make a fool out of me.” Seems like she’s doing a fine enough job of that on her own. I want to tell her so, but she’s leaving and I’m really not in the mood to start a bitch-fight with one of his friends. She spins on her heels and trots proudly back through the door. He turns to me and deflates the air from his cheeks.

“That’s your roomate??” I walk up to him, motioning towards the door. “Does she always treat you like that?”

“No, most of the time she’s too busy trying to get into my pants.” He gives me that smart-assed grin again and I close the distance between us. He slides his hands under my jacket and kneads his palms against my back. I fold my arms around his shoulders and stroke my fingers through his silky locks.

“And you’ve managed to resist?” I smile back. He rests his head on my chest and it’s wonderful again.

“It’s easy when you’ve got a good idea of where that pussy’s been. Like I said, I used to be interested, not anymore.” He lets out a soft moan as my hands roam his body from over that baggy hoodie. From what I can feel, he’s a bit plump around the middle but that’s fine. Not everyone can be a big, lean health nut like me. He looks up into my eyes, resting his prickly chin on my chest. His fingers entwine with my shoulderlength, light brown hair. “I like your do.” He grins. “I’m a big sucker for a guy with long hair.”

“You’re a big sucker, huh?” I grin back. “Then be my boyfriend.” I look like I’m kidding but I’m not. He squints, tickling me, and I laugh, pulling away a bit.

“I don’t want to go in there again.” He pulls me back against him with a bit of force, locking his hands around my waist. For a little guy, he has some strength to him. “I want to stay out here with you all night.”

“Even if she comes back out here screaming her head off?”

His brow furrows in anger. “Fuck Natalie. She’s a stupid whore. In fact, let’s go for a walk.” His words mixed with that heavy, Brooklyn accent brings me to laughter once again. We clasp hands and start walking away from the building.

“Do you know anything about this neighborhood? I don’t want to get lost.”

“If not, you’d better remember where we came from ’cause I’ve got the sense of direction of a wad of spit.”

“That’s comforting.”

He mock-smiles. “Ain’t it just??”

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This neighborhood is completely desolate right now. No stores are open, and nobody’s is on the streets but us, and it’s great. We shoot the shit, talk about our lives and some of our past experiences, he makes sure to keep me laughing with his wisecracks and tales of his outlandish misadventures. “Truth is stranger than fiction,” he states when he begins to get the inkling I might not believe him. We flirt heavily as we walk, our fingers laced together tightly, brushing our bodies together, every once in a while alternating to walking with an arm around each other. The more we talk, the closer we become, the easier it becomes for me to picture us as a couple. I could just kill the guy he was with last, for hurting him and making him fearful of relationships.

We pass by one of those little public playgrounds with the gates still wide open so we go in and sit down on a bench. We sit as close as we can, without being in each other’s laps. I wrap an arm around him and there’s this long moment where we just stare into each other’s eyes wordlessly. I want to kiss him so badly, but it will be the kiss that starts something, and I won’t sleep with him if I know it might be the only time. I catch him staring at my lips and smile, knowing what he’s thinking. “Are you sure you won’t reconsider?” I tip my head to the side, my eyes pleading with him. “Can’t you just have trust that I would never intentionally hurt you?”

“No and no.” He gets that miserable, guilty look on his face again. “I’m sorry. This was probably a bad idea.” He begins to get up and it hurts so much that I grab his shoulders and kiss him full on the lips. His whole body stiffens in surprise, but in a moment he yields to me, his body melting against me, wrapping his arms around my torso, returning the kiss with equal fervor. I can’t help it. I didn’t want to give in, but this is sheer torture. Now I’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t escalate past a certain point. He, naturally, doesn’t have to worry because this is exactly what he wants. As much as I fight it, it’s exactly what I want too.

He moans against my lips, pushing his sultry tongue in between them to search for mine. My hands migrate from his shoulders, groping down his arms, over his back and finally nestling happily on his hips. His fingers thread through my hair, his nails lightly raking over my scalp. I groan, feeling the quickly swelling package in my pants becoming harder to ignore. His free hand slides up my shirt to feel over my washboard abs and chest. Every touch from him is like stirring the embers, making the fire hotter.

“Tommy,” I said.

“Tommy Preston?” asked Jill. Leave it to our little bookworm to not know that I was obviously referring to one of the major hunks in school.

“Yeah,” I said, uncertainly. Where was this going? What did he have to do with the Panty Club?

“OK,” said Cheryl. She had her legs tucked under her, and her wild mane of blond hair fell almost to her sports bra. She took my old panties, the ones she had taken off of me, and threw them at me. “For the second part of your initiation, you have to bring these back here tomorrow night, with Tommy”s sperm on them.”

“What!!? You”ve got to be kidding. No way.” My voice was somehow more surprised and amazed than disapproving. This was more involuntary reaction than an actual objection. Since Tommy had kissed me I”d been wondering a little more than usual just if I was girl enough make a guy spurt cum. But they didn”t know that.

“You promised,” they all said, practically in unison.

Jazzie put her hand on mine and smiled at me like an older sister or something. “It”s more embarrassing than anything. We all had to do it.”

“Besides,” said Ashley, “It”s not like we”re asking you to have sex with him. And who knows, you might even like it. That”s why we let you choose the guy, so it”d be a little more, shall we say, enjoyable for you.”

“Besides,” said Cheryl, “It”s supposed to be an initiation. If it was like totally easy, it wouldn”t be much of an test. So it”s all settled then,” as if I”d just given my enthusiastic approval. “You bring these back tomorrow night with Tommy Preston”s wet sperm still on them and you”re the newest member of the Panty Girls Society.”

I chuckled, embarrassed and not exactly sure just how I was going to accomplish this. “OK,” I said, picking up my panties from my lap.

“There is just one condition,” she said. “You have to have a witness. Part of the deal is that it”s Tommy, and that it”s tomorrow. We can”t have you wiping your daddy”s cum off of some dirty clothes or having your brother jack off into your panties. So someone has to be looking. Since Jazzie was the one who nominated you, she gets to watch. She doesn”t actually have to see him cum or anything, but she has to see or hear enough that we”re all sure that it really happened they way it’s supposed to.”

Just then we heard a car in the driveway. Cheryl yelled, “Mom”s home!” and we all scrambled for our pants in a big rush and with a whole lot of giggling. We were all more or less clothed when she walked in the door, but the meeting was obviously over. We all said our goodnights, and Jazzie gave me one piece of whispered advice before we left. “Bring a baggie,” she said.

Obviously I had to play with myself when I got home, and while it didn”t totally satisfy me, I was able to take the edge off my horniness enough to get some sleep. This whole thing had wild thoughts of sex wandering constantly through my head.

I wasn”t exactly composed at school the next day, but I managed to get through my classes. The silken feel of my new panties on my teased-for-too-long pussy didn”t help any. At my request, Jazzie met me in the pool area. There was a swim meet that afternoon, and both Tommy and I were in it. I figured that I”d catch him after the meet, and I”d probably be able to arrange things so that Jazzie could get her “evidence”.

After the meet, the pool always emptied out. The doors locked automatically after each person left, and that part of the school was usually abandoned until the cleaning crew worked their way over. While there were still a few swimmers and spectators still there I snuck Jazzie into the girls” locker room.

She got kind of a funny look in her eye and asked me what I was up to, but I shushed her and told her she”d have to wait and see.

I swam (not very well) and then hung around waiting for the boys” team to finish their meet. We all had to wait until everybody was done before we could leave - team spirit and all that. I finally spotted Tommy waiting for his event but not standing very near anybody else. He was dripping wet from his warm-up laps, and still the hottest looking guy in school. I walked over to him, noticing again his muscled physique and trying not be too obvious as I stared at the bulge between his legs. I was hoping to get to see it in the flesh in a little bit, but my eyes were still drawn to his manhood. I”d never really looked at a guy”s, you know, thing before. Man, those tight speedos really didn”t leave much to the imagination.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hey! I was gonna give you a call. You up for a movie this weekend?” That was good news. Apparently we”d clicked well enough for a second date. But I had more immediate concerns. I had an initiation to pass.

“Maybe,” I said. “Listen, I know you”re getting ready to swim and all that, but I wanted to ask you a teensy weensy favor.” I smiled my sexiest smile and all but batted my eyes at him. He perked right up, and I noticed his eyes wandering down over my figure. Come to think of it, my swimming suit didn”t exactly leave much to the imagination either.

“What is it?”

“I”ve got something I wanted to show you, but it”ll have to be after the meet. Can you hang around and wait for me?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He had picked up a gleam of anticipation in his eyes, and that was just what I was looking for. I figured it wouldn”t hurt to give him a little idea of what was coming, kind of get him warmed up. Come to think of it, I was kind of getting kind of warmed up myself. My pussy, which hadn”t really gotten over yesterday yet, reminded me that it was going to want a little action today too.

I blew him a kiss and walked slowly away using that walk that every girl knows, the one designed to give your hips that extra little wiggle when you want to drive a boy crazy. I could almost feel his eyes watching me, and I realized once again that boys are pretty easy to get going.

After the meet, I took my time changing in the girls” locker room so that I could be sure that everybody was gone. I got dressed in my blouse and skirt, but I left my red silk panties off. Jazzie kept pestering me with questions about what I was going to do, but I refused to give her any answers. Hey, if the Panty Girls Society wouldn”t answer my questions, why should I answer theirs?

I left my gym bag with my panties in it on the floor next to a bench. When I figured that there”d be nobody left by the pool, I showed Jazzie where I wanted her to stand. It was at the end of a row of lockers where she could stay hidden and still get a good view of the action. I left her there while I went to get Tommy.

The whole pool area was abandoned just as I had planned, except for Tommy. He was being a good boy, just standing around waiting for me in his jeans and letter jacket. I didn”t give him time to say or do anything, I just ran up and threw my arms around him kissed him hard. After a few seconds of surprised hesitation, he joined in, our tongues and lips feverishly exploring each others” mouths. This was way beyond the kiss we”d shared on our first date, and I think we were both a little surprised at its intensity.

We finally broke our lip lock and I smiled and took Tommy by the hand to dragged him to the girls” locker room. He didn”t precisely fight me, but he wasn”t exactly enthusiastically coming along either.

“What do you want to show me in here?” he asked good naturedly. I didn”t answer, but I pulled him to the center of the locker room. I stopped by the bench next to my gym bag. I straddled the bench and kind of pulled him into place astride it but facing me. We were standing there with our legs spread by the bench, and I pressed myself hard against him and went in for another big wet kiss. As we necked I thought I felt the lump between his legs getting bigger. I opened one eye and looked over Tommy”s shoulder. I could see Jazzie peering out from behind the lockers, an honestly surprised look on her face.

I sat down, and for a moment my face was right at the same level as Tommy”s crotch. But he sat down too, and as soon as he did I wrapped my bare legs around him. My pussy was the closest it had ever been to a real live boy, separated only by his jeans and my skirt. I gave him another long wet one, and then I slowly leaned way back on the bench until I could rest on my elbow. I bit my lower lip in what I hoped was a sexy look, and then reached for my skirt.

I slowly raised the material away from my crotch, exposing my naked and newly shaved pussy. The reaction on Tommy”s face was all that I had hoped for, as his mouth fell open in sheer lust. And that wasn”t all - as I watched the lump in his jeans underwent an incredible transformation from baseball shaped mound into long rigid pole in only a few seconds.

Tommy reached for my naked pussy and drew his finger down between my puffy lips before I could stop him. God, the pleasure was intense. The excitement was familiar but somehow still incredibly different from when I touched myself. But we weren”t here for that.

I reluctantly pushed his hand away and said, “Lookee but no touchee,” and then I had to giggle. I quickly sat up and began to unfasten his jeans. Our faces were almost touching, and I thought of how Cheryl had undone my jeans the night before. Man, undressing somebody was a lot of fun! How did she stand the excitement?

I fumbled a little bit - I wasn”t used to undoing somebody else”s pants, but I managed. When I pushed his jeans down to allow me better access, his erection strained against his underwear, obviously very anxious to be set free to do its thing. And I was just the girl to help it. I slipped his shorts down, and it sprang free.

God, it was big! I mean, I”d seen pictures and heard stories, but the first time you see one in person you just can”t believe that it”s supposed to actually slide inside you. It was huge. And the top was all swollen and red and looked for all the world like some kind of miniature plum. The little slit in the end oozed some clear cum, and I was almost overcome with an urge to bend over and taste it.

His naked erection poked up between us, impatient with desire, it”s intended target naked and only inches away. My pussy responded in kind, loosening and growing soft, waiting for the intrusion only a man can offer. The smell of my own hot cum wafted up to my nose. But I had to push my bodily desires aside - I was here for another reason.

I reached down and took his shaft in my hand. It was hot and almost pulsing. Tommy let out a little moan and jerked when I touched it. I had done some research and looked up “handjob” on the internet the night before, and I think I had some idea of how to do it. It didn”t look too hard. But the little movies on my computer screen weren”t much preparation for the feeling of a warm straining dick in my hand. It was as if there was an electrical line going from my hand to my pussy, and I felt a little gush of my warm girl cum splat onto the bench.

After a second, I started to slide my hand up and down my boyfriend”s big erection. I held on firmly, but not too firm, the way I imagined that I would want to be touched. I don”t know if I got it just right, but the look of pure bliss on Tommy”s face said that I was doing well enough.

I looked down between my spread legs and saw his naked erection only inches from my clean shaven pussy. The tip disappeared and reappeared in my hand as I did my best to impersonate the inside of a cunt. We grew slipperier and slipperier as pre-sperm drooled from the tip, covering my hand. Tommy began panting harder and harder as I stroked him, and I thought that maybe he was getting close. I bent down with my free hand and snagged my cotton panties from my gym bag. I straightened up and draped them over my hand and his manhood, and I held on with both hands. I was just in time, too.

Tommy suddenly caught his breath and thrust himself hard against my palms. There was a long pregnant pause, and then with a loud moan he came. The sperm shot out of the end of his dick so hard that the top of my panties actually jerked into the air. I watched them jump as every squirt from Tommy made the wet spot grew bigger. I kept rubbing up and down as he shot spurt after spurt of warm seed into my cotton panties. There was so much of it that it dripped down from my sopping panties all over his dick and my hands, and they became greasy with cum as I pumped away.

Finally he gave one last massive thrust, his dick trying to shoot its load as far into me as it could, and then his thrusts slowed. Somehow and I could tell that he was almost done. I stroked him hard but slow through the panties as he came down from his orgasm, jerking and moaning with pleasure. At last he stopped shuddering, and I let go of his emptied cock.

“Wow,” he said gasping. “That was great!” He had trouble spitting the words out because he was still out of breath. “Anytime you want to show me that again, I”m ready.” He smiled at me.

I gently took my panties off of his shrinking rod and wiped the sperm from his dick and my hands. Then I carefully folded them up so that the wet spot and drooling cum were on the inside. I couldn”t wipe the smile off my face. My first handjob! While I was bent over putting the panties back into my gym bag, Tommy reached for my naked pussy again. This time I decided to let him have a quick feel of my warm slippery quim.

“We”ve got to go,” I said. It was hard to even string a few words together as his hand explored my dripping slit. I had to concentrate to take a deep breath and get out my next sentence. “And you have to get out of here before you get caught in the ladies room.”

He smiled at me, his post orgasmic mood making him fearless. “Oh, let “em come. They might learn something.” I gently pushed his hand away from my needy pussy and shook my head at him. He could tell by the look in my eye that I was serious, and he put himself back in his pants and zipped himself in. We both stood up, and I gave him one more kiss. I nestled against him as he put his arm around me and we walked to the gym door.

“Still want to go to a movie this weekend?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he said, nodding. I could tell that his mind was more on the sex he might get than on any old movie. I slipped out from under his arm and gave him a shove through the door.

“Wait! Aren”t you coming?”

“No, I forgot something in my locker. You”ll just have to go without me. I”ll see you tomorrow.” I blew a kiss at Tommy and shut the door. I listened for a moment until I heard the sound of his footsteps leaving the pool. I wandered back into the locker room, pretty satisfied with myself. I”d done it! I had Tommy Preston”s sperm on my panties, and I was going to get to be a member of the Panty Girls Society.

Jazzie came out from behind the locker where she”d seen the whole thing.

“How”d I do?” I asked.

“Oh, you did just great,” she said, a tone of amazement in her voice. The smile on her face was as big as the one on my own. Still smiling, Jazzie gave me a kind of funny look, and then shook her head at me, kind of giggling to herself.

“What?” I said.

“Oh, nothing. Come on and we”ll show the other girls what you”ve got.”

“But did I do OK? Am I going to get to be a member?”

“Kiddo, I can pretty much guarantee that.”

We got to Cheryl”s at about six, and they were all there waiting for us. They didn”t have their shoes on, but at least this time they had their pants on. Jazzie confirmed that I had indeed brought the panties with Tommy Preston”s sperm on them, and they all congratulated me, smiling and giggling and patting me on the back. They couldn”t wait for all of the details, and started bugging Jazzie to tell the story.

When we got into the living room, Cheryl turned and faced me with her hand held out expectantly. I dug in my gym bag and took out the baggie with my wet panties in it. I was about to hand it to Cheryl when she removed her hand just long enough to say, “Take them out.”

I took the yucky wet panties from the baggie and put them into Cheryl”s waiting hand. She examined them closely, as if trying to decide if the wet stuff drooling all over them was actually sperm. Then she poked her finger into the wettest spot and slowly held her finger up, covered with a layer of wet panty. Cheryl smiled and me, and then opened her mouth and popped it in! I was so surprised that I just couldn”t believe it. Cheryl sucked gently on my wet panties, obviously relishing the taste. Finally with a loud pop she took her finger from her mouth and said, “Yep. That”s Tommy Preston all right.”

Everybody laughed out loud. Evidently she was just kidding. But then she passed the panties to Ashley, who took a wet lick off of them too. She passed them on, and each girl popped them into her mouth for a moment, tasting the sperm that I had brought them and smiling and laughing. When they got to the end of the line, Jill passed them to me and everybody looked at me expectantly.

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” I thought. Besides, what”s the big deal? I mean, every girl has wondered just what jizz tastes like. At least my first time was going to be with a bunch of girlfriends and not in the backseat of some car. And I was a Panty Girl now, right? I only hesitated a moment, and then I took my panties and searched them for a really sodden part. I bunched them together so that the best cummy spot was right on top, and then I stuck my wet panties into my mouth.

It was salty and wet, and I thought that maybe I could see why some girls became addicted to it. The musky flavor made my head spin, and I felt a warm tingle all the way down to my pussy. I tugged the panties out of my reluctant mouth and smacked my lips. “Mmmmmm, yummy,” I said, and we all had a good laugh.

Now that everybody had had a taste, Jill had us all sit down in a circle and told Jazzie to give us all of the details. Jazzie told them everything, down to the smallest detail. She started with the meeting at the pool, and the girls all had a curious look on their faces, like “Why in the girl”s locker room?” And when she told them how I had hidden her behind the lockers, their eyes grew even wider. But when Jazzie started in about the handjob, they all turned beet red, and Ashley even covered her mouth with her hands.

When the story was over, the girls all cheered and clapped, welcoming me as the newest member of the club. And Jazzie gave me a pat on the knee. “That”s my girl,” she said. Then I got a welcome-to-the-club hug from each of them as they chattered good-naturedly about my adventure.

But I was catching a weird vibe, kind of like there was some secret that I wasn”t privy to. Their attitude seemed a little restrained, not at all like the girls who bared their pussies for me just yesterday. I mean, once you”ve been the center of a group pussy shaving, you don”t figure that there are many secrets left. I kept catching an embarrassed look in their eyes, a flush on a face. Finally I had to ask.

“What is it? Didn”t I do what you wanted?”

“Well,” said Cheryl, looking very embarrassed. The girls were all silent, and I had to ask again, “What? Didn”t I do it right?”

“No, no, no,” said Cheryl. “You did just fine. I must have just screwed up when I told you what we wanted. I wasn”t clear enough. You see, usually we just have the potential member ask the boy to, you know, do himself into the panties.”

I blushed furiously as the girls all giggled at me. “Well,” I said laughing. “Maybe we”ll just have to change the initiation policy!”

And that”s how I became a card-carrying, full fledged, boon receiving official member of the Panty Girls Society, with all of the attendant rights and privileges pertaining thereto.