Sex in the Sky

It was going into the fourth week, and the four of them were seated around the table at dinner. They were staying at the apartment on the complex under safe watch constantly. The security guard sat in his chair at the door. In his hand was a book that he had been reading for days now. And he paid no attention to them at the moment.

The silence seemed to fall around them as usual. With so much security, it was difficult for a private reprieve and they all were beginning to feel the stress of it mounting inside them.

The only one that didn’t seem to be affected by it was Tony. And he was on one of his kicks that he didn’t want to be messed with at all. It seemed since they had gotten back from that last trip, he had withdrawn from them all. The three of them each wondered in his own mind, if he were only concentrating on the conflict ahead, or was he loosing his faith in his own abilities because he hadn’t accomplished what he so desired.

Over and again Bruce recalled that night, how Tony had demanded of himself, that he had to kill Maurice. It plagued him over and over, wondering if he felt less than he is, because he had not done so. Plus, by coming short of killing their allie, he had almost fallen prey to the demented mind of his opponent.

Jonathan stared at Tony. His heart was aching for him. He could tell something wasn’t right with him. But his every attempt to soothe his heart was warded off by the man’s insistent alienation. There wasn’t anything else he could do. He had tried everything he knew to do. Even praying had begun to keep him company at night. No one else was.

Sitting straight, he tossed his fork down. Standing he rushed into his room. There he hid, feeling he was to blame. There was no one here that had brought so much trouble to them. No one else had almost gotten them killed. And not one of them had such a vindictive uncle, who was cruel and heartless.

He began to want to punish himself for all the trouble he had caused. Hugging his pillow, he rocked as he sat on the edge of his bed. Nothing was right now. They all had changed. His eye filled with tears. His heart breaking, he went into his adjacent bathroom locking the door. Even though it was a rule here that no one lock there door, he did it anyway.

Tony stared at Jonathan’s now empty spot. His mind racing with so many thoughts, all at once. How they had shared such a wonderful night. The same night Maurice had almost killed him. And he missed Jonathan. He missed all of them. But he couldn’t stand the fact that he had failed. All his training, all of his hard work, and he still had not made his mark.

Then it suddenly occurred that no one had gotten up to check on the kid. Bruce had gotten up and went out onto the balcony. Greg was just sitting there staring like he was. What had happened to them? Why were they all like this?

As he stood, Bruce’s cell phone rang. This was the call they had been waiting for. In its charger on the book shelf, it buzzed and vibrated, ringing all the while.

The security guard stood to his feet. He looked to the balcony, but Bruce didn’t come. “Hey, you wanna get that!” he called to the sliding glass door.

Suddenly coming to his senses, Bruce rushed inside picking it up. His eyes locked with the guards, nodding as soon as he pushed the talk button. In the same instant, the guard pressed the button on his watch starting the timer.

The call was patched through the system in the tech room. Every second counted that Bruce had to keep him on the line. And the call was recorded, every word would be analyzed.

“Well, Bruce Crawford, is it?” the strongly amused voice came over the cell phone.

“Yes, James bowman, I presume.” Bruce returned with a bit of distain.

The man laughed on the other end. “Oh, don’t sound so modest, Bruce. I know you have no love toward me. And in fact, I must say, I have grown to appreciate your tenacity. And I also have grown to respect you. You’ve given my people a very difficult time. And that I just cannot allow, sir.”

“Allow it or not, that’s how it is, ’sir’.” he emphasized that word with much emotion.

Mr. Bowman laughed again. “Well, whatever it is, you still have something that belongs to me. I want it back.” his tone became harsh now.

“Oh, is that it? You think you can just order me?”

“I am not calling you to pick a fight, Mr. Crawford. I only want the kid.”

“And you can just keep wanting, Mr. Bowman.” Bruce maintained his allegiance to Jonathan completely.

His eyes lifted to see the youth slowly come out of his room. He had heard the cell phone ring, which had stopped him from his dreadful deed. Now, he stepped one foot before the other toward the dining room again. Watching. Listening. Waiting to see what would happen to him now. Would Bruce just give him over to his uncle? Or would he remain the strong friend he had been all this time? His breath caught in his throat, he waited to hear.

“You have a very nice home, my friend. It would be a shame to watch it go up in a blazing fire. Ruined and left in ashes, along with everything inside.” the man on the other end played his piece, now waiting for Bruce to take his turn.

“Torch it, bowman. Jonathan’s more important to me than my house.”

“I see…” the man seemed very disappointed now. “…Well, is you truck as important? More, maybe? It would be difficult to make what you make with a new truck payment, now wouldn’t it?”

Bruce sighed.

“Ask him what he wants, Bruce.” Tony whispered harshly.

“What do you want, bowman?” he growled into the phone.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve, sir? Pardon me.” he chuckled. “Bring the kid to your place. One hour, Bruce. That’s all you have. Or everything you own will disappear. I will kill you. And I’ll take your doctor friend as my…ahem…well, pet. I’m sure you’d like that, now wouldn’t you. Knowing I’m having my way with him. He is such a lovely man, too. I may even torture him a time or two, just to see how much he can stand. I love to hear a grown man scream.”

“You leave Greg out of this!” Bruce yelled into the phone. He was trembling now. His anger soaring to a height he had never experienced.

Greg coiled suddenly as tears of frustration ran down Bruce’s face. He wondered what had been said that he would react this way. And it involved him. What in God’s name?

“Then I guess, you’ll concede by bringing Jonathan back to me. Your place, Bruce. One hour.” the line began to make that awful sound of an ended conversation.

“Damn it!” Bruce angrily threw the phone on the floor. He stomped it to pieces not thinking what he was doing.

Greg slowly stood. He had never seen Bruce like this. His hands went to his face in total disbelief.

“Okay!” Tony turned to the security guard. “Fuck…you!” he jabbed a finger in the air at him.

The guard lifted his hands wondering what he had done.

Tony moved to Bruce grasping his arms. He shook him back to reality vigorously. “Bruce! Stop it! Take it out on Bowman!” he then pulled him to his body holding him desperately close.

“That man is evil…” Bruce sobbed.

“He’s always been that way.” Jonathan muttered. “Did he threaten to take Greg? Make him his toy or something? Maybe offered to change his looks a little? He’ll do it, too.” tears streamed down the youth’s face as he spoke.

Bruce nodded. He couldn’t answer.

Ben burst in through the door. A tall man with short light brown hair, His eyes an even lighter brown, they were gleaming with unbridled passion to trap Bowman at the moment. A very handsome face and strong cut features he stepped toward the two that were hugging at the moment.

“It’s time, Bruce. We have to go.” the man’s smooth sultry voice washed over them.

“Greg’s not going.” Bruce’s head popped up suddenly.

Ben eyed him with much surprise at the heat in Bruce’s tone. “Okay…” he nodded once enunciating the word long. “But Jonathan is.” he stated firmly.

“Does he have to go?” Greg grabbed the youth hugging him to him suddenly. His eyes reflected the state of his heightened emotions.

“Yes, he’s the bait. He must go.” the man stated coolly then stepped to the door. “We only have an hour. Time is wasting people.” and he was gone.

“No, Bruce. You can’t let them do this.” Greg rushed to him clinching his arm.

“You heard the man.” he kept his head down now realizing he had sacrificed Jonathan for Greg. His heart was aching. How could he choose in such a way? Why hadn’t he demanded that they both stay?

“Bruce…” Greg began to sob, as he watched him move away. Not even a look or a kiss. No hug to comfort him. He grabbed Jonathan in a last desperate show of emotion. Hugging him close and tight, he kept him there, until the guard pried him from his body dragging him away. Greg stood there alone. His mind full of fear and crushing sorrow.

Jonathan rode in silence while Bruce, Tony and Ben rambled on about what they should do. He had begun to feel he was being led into the wolves den by a pack of thieves. Their snarling grins and sharp tearing fangs snapping at him with each second that passed by.

He suddenly realized he had survived all these years. He could do it again, if he had too. But he was tired of fighting the man. Tired of the struggle to live. The freedom he had known was never real to begin with. Not having to look over his shoulder at every turn. Or lie awake at night in fear that someone would steal him away. That wasn’t freedom, so it he had never truly known. Not really.

The car stopped and he looked up to realize they were parked in front of Bruce’s house. It seemed only seconds ago, he was about to take his own life. Now, he wouldn’t have to. His uncle would do it for him.

“Jonathan, we are not giving you up freely. At the first opportunity, you run, boy.” Ben leaned to him grasping his arm. “None of us have gone through all of this, just to watch him put you in his car and leave.” the man added.

Jonathan’s brow furrowed at hearing this. “But I thought–”

“Don’t even!” Bruce stated strongly. “You heard the man. You run, the first chance you get. Tony’s gonna try to set off a diversion. You watch for that. You hear? And I’ll be right there.” he explained urgently.

Jonathan smiled. “Okay…”

His subtle nod brought a smile to Ben’s face. “You’re a tough kid, Jonathan. You hang in there. No body is giving you up.” he reiterated.

“Thank you.” Jonathan’s face lit up.

“No. they’ll have to kill us first.” Tony added.

Now Jonathan looked to him with so much surprise. It seemed the man had come alive again. His unbridled passions apparent again. He hugged him powerfully before they had to get out of the car.

“You think out there. Don’t panic, just think.” Tony whispered, one hand cradling his head, the other arm around him holding him tight.

“Let’s go. The natives are gettin’ antsy.” Ben commented looking at the small force coming out from behind the tree line.

“You brought more than they have, didn’t you?” Bruce queried.

“Let’s just hope so.” Ben opened the door. “Bruce, you first. Then Jonathan, if he has too. Not before.” Ben whispered.

Bruce nodded stepping out of the car. He straightened being faced with this well dressed lot of men and their weapons.

“Where’s Bowman?” he called out to them. Funny, he didn’t see Peter in the line that approached him. It made him wonder what had happened to the man. Maurice was there, he noticed.

“Well…” that smooth cool voice he had heard over the phone exuded from the man that stepped out from the line. “…I see you’re not as dissuaded as you thought.”

“I’m only here to negotiate the kid. That’s all, Bowman.” Bruce’s voice was firm unwavering.

The man laughed. “There is no negotiation, Crawford. Jonathan is my nephew and belongs with me.”

“Bullshit, Bowman. He’s a legal adult, he decides where he wants to live and breathe.”

“You are a hard man, sir. But I grant you, I am harder. Now…” he stepped closer. “…Where is the boy?”

Bruce stared at him a moment hoping Tony would jump out any second.

“I won’t ask you one more time, Bruce.” automatic weapons lifted to him suddenly.

“You think I’m scared of you?” the man retorted bitterly.

“No, I think you’re being stupid.” he grinned. “Now, give me the boy.”

No one had noticed the door was open on the far side of the car. Tony low-crawled tediously slow to the back so as not to make a sound. Ben had issued him a nine millimeter automatic with a silencer that was much better than his old revolver. He had practiced with it since he had been back. Going through the obstacle course, target practice, you name it, he had done it. And now he was ready to take his two major subjects down. ” You had better not miss, Santini. ” he told himself.

Inside the car, Ben had cracked his window. He trained his sights on Bowman, but Bruce stood in the way.

“Move Crawford…” he mumbled in frustration. “Don’t get out of the car, Jonathan. Not unless you have too.”

Jonathan lay in the seat, his hands over his head waiting for the gunfire to begin. Trembling, he could only hope his friends wouldn’t be hurt or worse. His heart thudded against his chest. The sound permeated his ears so that it was all he heard. His breathing sporadic, he struggled to be silent, not wanting his uncle to know he was there.

Suddenly, Tony rose up trained on Maurice. He squeezed of the round that hurled, cutting through the air. Without warning, or a sound made, the man crumbled to the ground. Tony’s eyes widened. It seemed so foreign to him that he now watched the man drop like a sack of potatoes. He lay sprawled on the ground motionless. He laughed. Tony laughed.

“Gotchya! You mother fucker!” he cried senselessly.

Men scattered suddenly. Bruce dropped to the ground as bullets rained everywhere, all around. Bowman grabbed him up using him as cover before he barely touched the ground.

“Damn it!” Ben yelled crawling to the far side of the car. He slipped out keeping his head down as he joined Tony. “Knucklehead…” he growled at the man. “You always have to have the last word, don’tchya?”

“Yep.” Tony came up firing some again. He ducked back down looking at the tree line. “Where are all of our guys?” he asked.

“Tony, haven’t you been listening?” Ben grumbled.

“Well, yeah.” he loaded a clip into the handgrip turning to fire again.

“I swear you fly by the seat of yer pants.” Ben came up parking his arms on the trunk firing for a few seconds. He ducked back down.

“You know me, man.” Tony grinned.

“One of these days, Tony…”

“You wouldn’t wish something bad on me, after all these years, now would ya?”

“No, I don’t wish it on ya. I just wish you’d pay more attention. Our guys are the ones in camouflage, Tony.”

“That’s right. I remember now.”

“Yeah, right, Tony.”

“Stay here with the kid.” Tony began to crawl away.

“Tony!” Ben suddenly came up aiming this time, but meaning to draw a distraction from Tony’s movement.

Tony stayed down, low-crawling quickly to the open until he had to get up and run into the trees. Bowman had Bruce, and there was no telling what he would do to him. And that man being his friend and lover, he just couldn’t abandon him. He slipped behind the line of fire searching for him fervently.

*****

“Have you ever been touched by someone you didn’t like, Bruce? Someone you didn’t want them to put their hands on you?” Bowman grinned into his face like the cat that ate the canary.

“You’re not dealing with a boy, Bowman.” Bruce stared back, daring him with his eyes to lay a finger on him.

The man half moaned, half laughed. “That’s what I love, Bruce. A fighter. And Jonathan is just that.” his voice was husky now. “You can fight me. I’d like that very much.”

“You sick piece o’ shit.” Bruce growled. “Come on! I dare ya t’ try!” he struggled with the two men that had his hands and arms wrenched behind him tight.

Bowman took out a large hunting knife beginning to trim his nails deftly with it. “Oh, I won’t try, Crawford. I promise you that.” he looked up from his work for a moment only.

Bruce now studied him long. He looked much like Jonathan, only fuller and stronger. Older, though he still appeared to be young, possibly in his late twenties. His black hair fell long down his back, being caught and swept now and then by the wind. An oval face encompassed those dark almond shaped eyes. A dark complexion with smooth unblemished skin was covered in a light colored suit of baby blue. Tall and handsome he was, but that was all obscured to Bruce by the tales he had heard of this man and his sick evil mind.

“You didn’t bring my nephew, Bruce. I’m really disappointed in you. Instead, you brought Santini along. But that’s fine. I’ll be rid of him soon too. You really didn’t think Maurice would come unprepared did you?”

At that moment the man stepping into the clearing deep in the forest grinning lewdly at Bruce. He stepped right up to Mr. Bowman slipping an arm around him comfortably. The man turned to him giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Oh, god…” Bruce groaned. “…I should’ve known Maurice took it up the ass.”

Without warning Maurice jabbed his fist into Bruce’s midsection hard and fast. The man bent over going to his knees. He gagged and coughed desperately trying to catch his breath. The sick feeling that was coming over him concerned him terribly.

“Did it hurt?” Jim turned to Maurice asking after smiling with some amusement at Bruce’s pain. He toyed with the hole in the shirt and the indentation in the bulletproof vest his right hand man had on.

Maurice grinned at the man’s attentions becoming aroused by it immediately. He unbuttoned the shirt taking it and the vest off. Then he replaced the shirt fastening it once more.

“Oh, it felt good, sir.” the man was emphatic.

“That’s my Maurice.” he chuckled. “Santini’s got the hots for you. You’d better keep an eye out, my friend.”

“Oh, but I have the advantage now that he thinks I’m dead.” the man grinned at him fully.

“Yes…” Jim sighed long and wistfully, “…But, he’s not one to give up. And once he realizes…”

“I won’t disappoint you, sir.” Maurice pledged now.

“Good.” it seemed to be all he had wanted to hear. “But, now we have a decision to make. What will we do with this one?” he pointed the tip of his knife at Bruce briefly.

“Oh, I know what I want.” Maurice was very decided about it.

“I thought you would. And you can have Santini too, when you get him. This one, I will hold until you find him, but I may use him a little while you look.”

“That’s fine with me.” Maurice started back through the trees. “I’d rather have Santini, anyway.”

Jim laughed lewdly, tossing his head back to do so. “And you think my mind is sick. You should look into his.”

“I don’t plan to, creep.” Bruce wheezed.

“No, but you will, I assure you.” he reached down lifting Bruce’s face with a finger beneath his chin.

They stared long into the other’s eyes. It seemed forever before the man finally smiled again. And Bruce returned it with a bitter glare that pierced right through the man exciting him even more.

“Hmm. Why don’t you two remove his nice clothes? He won’t have any use for them for a while.” his hand dropped and he stepped away to watch.

*****

The door came open and someone grabbed an ankle. Jonathan squealed as he was being drug out of the car. He kicked at his captor violently coveting what freedom he did have up until then. That wicked laugh was so familiar to him. Having tormented his dreams all his life. He grabbed the back of the passenger seat holding on with all his might. But he just wasn’t that strong.

The hands now grasped his thighs. He felt weight come down on his calves pinning them so the man could enter the back seat. Heaviness came over him suddenly almost knocking the wind out of him. Still, he fought the man violently. He wouldn’t give in. the man would have to take him. And with strong hands, Maurice pinned his hand so that he couldn’t move.

It was true. I just wasn’t sure of myself. What to say, what to do, girls were just intimidating as hell to me…even or especially this incredibly beautiful girl sitting naked at my feet with her hand gripping my cock.

‘You’re doing fine so far, you nearly had me cumming a minute ago. I’ll show you the rest,’ Rachel said, still holding onto my cock and running her hand up and down.

‘What?’ I asked.

‘I can show how to be with a girl, what to do, what to say, how to do it. Basically, you get to fuck my brains out and I get a nice big cock for my first time,’ she said. With the most devilish grin she added, ‘And my second time, and third, fourth, fifth and sixth times.’

I think she mistook my stunned bemusement for something else because she added, ‘Dave, you already said you wanted to fuck me, so here is your chance to take my cherry as well.’

With that I finally realized I was about to fuck for the first time and I was about to fuck the most beautiful girl in school who I’d jerked off to so many times I should have been blind by all accounts.

Rachel looked up at me, both her hands now gripping my hard cock, one above the other, and said, ‘Dave, you’re going to love this. You won’t be a virgin much longer…and neither will I,’ and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.

She sucked hard on just the head at first and then ran her tongue up it from my balls to the crown and sucked the head again.

This was a completely new feeling for me, and it was incredible.

Then she took the head of my cock to the back of her mouth, stroking the base and cupping my balls, and sucked gently for a while before drawing backwards and sucking harder on the head once again.

She moved her head forwards and backwards, alternating between gentle and powerful sucking.

I couldn’t take very much of the feelings she generated in my cock, managed to say ‘I… am… going… to… cccc,’ and shot my load into Rachel’s mouth when she sucked even harder on the head in response to my cry.

She jerked her head forwards and the second surge of my cum hit the back of her mouth, and then forwards still more to swallow all nine inches of my cock as my orgasm continued and, with the whole thing sliding down her throat, gulped it all down like a pro.

She pulled my cock from her mouth and smiled up at me, ‘You’ve got a great cock Dave.’

She was so beautiful, and sexy and she just got done giving me an amazing blowjob. I still couldn’t believe it.

Rachel rose from her knees and sat back on the lounger.

‘It’s time for you to finish what you started,’ she said and laid flat again, spreading her legs wide.

I turned my head from side to side, looking up and down at her gorgeous naked body.

‘Lick right here, like you were before,’ Rachel commanded as she parted her legs wider and pointed to her shaven pussy.

I smiled, moved round to kneel between her legs and practically dove on her. I pulled her legs over my shoulders, wrapped my arms around her thighs and stuck my tongue right into her wet hole. And god was she wet, she was dripping wet. I licked up and down her slit, darting my tongue in and around her hole, lapping at her clitoris.

I commented how wet she was and she agreed that she was incredibly horny and couldn’t wait for me to take her cherry.

Wow, I never though I would hear her say that.

Rachel thrashed her head from side to side as I continued to work on her. She tasted so sweet, I loved every second of it. I never thought I would like it so much and I moved my hands up to caress her breasts as well.

She cried out in pleasure at the double assault as I continued sucking her clitoris and squeezing her nipples.

‘Oh fuck, yeah…’ Rachel screamed, arched her back and grabbed my head, forcing my face into her dripping crotch. Rachel’s entire body shook as she orgasmed and she squirted an incredible amount of girl-cum over my face and into my mouth.

‘Oh my god that was incredible, how do you know how to eat pussy so well?’ Rachel asked.

‘I don’t know,’ I said, ‘that’s another thing I’ve never done before.’

‘Well, that’s a job well done Dave, you get an A plus in the pussy eating department.’

‘Oh, I almost forgot, you have a big cock,’ Rachel said almost sarcastically. ‘It’s time for you to take my cherry.’

‘Lets swap places,’ Rachel chimed, ‘I am going to ride you.’

She stood up and I took her place, lying on my back.

Rachel stood over me, straddling the lounger with her feet on the ground either side, looked down at me and smiled.

‘What do you think?’ Rachel asked.

‘I love it so far, but I think I’m going to like what’s next even more,’ I said.

‘I knew you’d love it,’ Rachel said as she bent her legs until her pussy was just above my cock. ‘I wish I knew you were so big before now, you could have had my cherry ages ago.’

“Better late than never” I thought to myself.

She took my cock in her hands, stroking it and smiling at me. Then she guided the tip towards her pussy and lowered herself a bit more, easing the head in and letting out a little moan of anguish.

‘You’re big so I have to go easy,’ she said.

I never thought my cock would be entering her, ever, as she sank lower, taking the head in completely and giving another little grimace of pain as her barrier broke.

Rachel dropped down all the way and moaned again, only louder and in pleasure this time, as my cock surged up into her hot, moist channel. I reached up to cup her breasts in my hands and she leaned forwards so I could take a nipple into my mouth. Her juicy pussy seemed to pulsate round my cock. It felt better than I ever thought it would.

I sucked on her breasts as she pumped up and down on my cock, slowly at first.

She picked up her pace, almost wincing as my cock went in so deep on each stroke that it hit the end of her passage. After a few times she dropped down a bit harder at the end of every down-stroke, taking my cock just a little deeper, and ground her clitoris forwards and backwards on my pubic bone before sliding up my shaft again. Her breathing became quicker, almost panting, and her pussy was growing wetter and wetter.

There was no stopping us; if our parents came home at that moment they would have to wait.

She lifted her feet up onto the sunbed beside my hips and I spread my legs wide so she could drop down onto my cock just that little bit further, taking it a bit deeper. She leaned back, putting her hands on my knees, so my cock pushed harder on her g-spot as it went past each time and I reached down to caress her clitoris as well.

She pumped even harder, screaming ‘”Oh God, Oh god, fuck yeah”.’

I held onto her, pulling her hips to me, driving my cock deeper inside her. I could feel her pulsing wetness envelope me as she lifted her feet up, arched her spine and wriggled her hips from side to side, her entire weight concentrated on forcing my cock even deeper still.

The muscles of her pussy rippled up and down my cock as she came, and I felt the incredible rush of my first orgasm via intercourse as I filled her pussy and a flood of girl-cum shot out, drenching my pubes and jetting up to my stomach.

Her eyes opened, fixed on mine, she flopped forwards onto my chest, gasping, and said, ‘That was fucking incredible, especially for a first time. Talk about fucking my brains out,’ and she squeezed my cock with the muscles of her pussy, ‘I think you just succeeded. Want to do it again?’

‘Oh yes, but I want to be on top this time,’ I demanded.

I rolled her to her back and my cock never even slipped from her pussy.

‘Well look who is brave now,’ said Rachel, smiling in a very contented way.

I looked down at her with complete confidence. I knew what I wanted and I knew I wanted it now. I smiled at her and kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth, and began moving my hips up and down, sliding my rock hard cock in and out of her saturated pussy.

Rachel looked up at my face, with my cock ramming into her, and said, ‘Fuck me Dave, fuck my brains out again.’

And I did, pounding my cock into her. She was taking every inch and loving it, she rolled her head from side to side just like when I ate her, but now she was screaming, ‘Fuck me Dave.’

And it was the sweetest thing I could have ever heard. I reached down to grasp her knees and pulled them upwards, then moved my hands to hold her ankles and lifted them up more until they were over my shoulders.

I could now get my cock even deeper than before, she began screaming that her orgasm was upon her and I knew I was going to join her in my release once more.

‘Pump me full of your cum, cum in me, cum IN me again damn it,’ she cried, brought her legs down to put her heels on the backs of my thighs, her hands on my waist, and pulled me deeper.

I obliged and sent surge after surge into her waiting pussy.

I just had sex with the most beautiful girl in school and it was awesome.

I pulled my now limp cock out of Rachel and lay next to her. I was completely spent and needed to rest. She jumped up, got a cloth to clean me off and quickly rejoined me on the lounger. We cuddled up together talking and giggling about what just took place. We spent the next few hours naked together relaxing by the pool, eating and kissing…and fucking.

She put some sunscreen on my front this time, deepthroated me and we fucked again.

We went inside, into their kitchen to have lunch, and I fucked her as she bent over the kitchen table.

When we finished lunch we went back out to the pool, and fucked once more.

I excused myself quickly when we heard her family come home and went home myself, completely knackered. I woke the next day wishing I could lie by the pool again but it was cloudy out. I would have to wait.

Rachel and I had an incredible summer, especially when both our families went away on holiday at the same time and we both had to house-sit for three weeks.

Lets just say, Debbie never stood a chance…

*

“If I get enough favourable feedback on this story I’ll write the second part about Debbie, Rachel’s identical twin sister.”

I was in shock. Not complete shock, I had a feeling I would be his first. He had dropped numerous hints to me, but I hate assuming anything. My heartbeat accelerated and I could feel it pounding in my chest. I knew that losing his virginity was a big deal to him - he had waited 18 1/2 years already.

I kissed him deeply, as I didn’t have words. I mean, what do you say to that? “Thank you” would sound ridiculous. So I spoke through tongue and lips. But then I started thinking again. I felt so much for him, and I was really willing to do nearly anything to make and keep him happy. I couldn’t really be content unless he was.

“Josh…”

“Yeah?”

“If I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.” Silence. Neither of us said anything for a second, he just gave me a big kiss. “You don’t have to say it back, I don’t want you to say it unless you mean it. And I’ve been thinking that for a little while now, it”s not just because you want me to be your first.”

He kissed me some more, and I felt like Velveeta in the microwave. Everything was awesome.

“I love you, too,” he finally replied.

Heaven! I couldn’t have been happier. We started kissing really passionately. I wasn’t thinking about what I’d like to do with him anymore, I was still horny, yes, but it wasn’t about that.

We stopped kissing after a while and I lay down in the bed beside him. He, Zach, and I all agreed to sleep in Zach’s bed, because it was more comfortable and there was plenty of room. I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I did somewhat remember Zach coming into his room and laying down.

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning bright as the sun, even if I didn’t look the part. Josh woke up, and after he was out of the bathroom I went. I brushed my hair and teeth and washed my face. Life was good.

We left Zach’s house a short time after that and went back home. Saturday passed fairly uneventfully. Josh made some serious bonds with my little brother, and my brother even said to him, “You’re like the older brother I never had.” Adorable.

We went to Jojo’s house sometime in the evening and then after that we went to Zach’s house again. This time we brought Jojo’s older sister Ciskei (pronounced ’sis - key’). She was bored and we figured that she and Zach could chill and stay off of our backs. How wrong were we.

After the initial bullshittin’, the couples started making out again. Josh and I were on the bed, and Jojo and Mike on the futon. Zach and Ciskei decided to be commentators on the making out session.

Using Jojo’s cell phone, Zach called Ciskei to record the commentary on Ciskei’s voicemail. “And as you can see here,” Zach started, talking about myself and Josh, “the male species has placed his hand on the female species’ ass, to further enhance the sensations of making out. The female species is grinding her pussy into the male, obviously enjoying herself.”

“Zach! Shut up!” I yelled, laughing.

Josh moved his thigh between mine and I started to dry fuck his leg. “And now the male is allowing the female to dry fuck his leg, when we all know he wishes it were his dick.”

Zach and Ciskei started singing part of a current rap song; they kept repeating the words, “grinding and grinding and grinding…” I didn’t care though, it felt good, and I was grinding into him.

“ZACH!” I protested. I couldn’t believe him sometimes.

Zach and Ciskei kept laughing, and then started commenting on Rigo and Jojo. That didn’t last long, as I guess Rigo and Jojo didn’t put on as good of a show. Oh well.

The end of the night finally came, and we all left Zach’s house. We took Rigo, Jojo, and Ciskei back to their house, and then went to mine.

“Why aren’t the cars here?” I asked my sister as I walked through the front door.

“Rene had to go get dad, he didn’t have a ride home. I think he’s getting the van looked at.” My younger sister replied.

“Oh, so he’ll be home soon?” I asked, wishing the answer was no. I was eager to continue where we left off.

“Yea, they should be home in a little bit.”

“Aight, thanks,” I finished, and walked into my room. Josh and I changed into bedclothes, and I had to let him borrow my PT shorts because he didn’t have anything else. I found it cute, to see him in my clothes. They weren’t faggity, don’t get me wrong. The shorts went nearly down to his knees.

We went into the living room and started watching a movie so that when dad came home we wouldn’t have to worry about dad giving us crap, and because Josh had yet to meet my dad. We started flipping through the channels, and Josh lay down in my lap with a pillow under his head. A few minutes later, the door opened.

“Boy, who the fuck do you think you are laying on my daughter like that!” my dad shouted at Josh.

He popped up out of my lap and looked at dad. “Hello, I’m Josh,” he said, fairly unphased.

Dad shook his hand. “Tarzan,” he replied. Tarzan is dad’s nickname from way back. It’s a long, silly story. “I figured you were Josh, I just had to give you a hard time,” dad told him.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

We started watching Formula 51, a screwy movie about drugs, lying, and manipulation. It was ingenious, the story, but the movie was a little on the fucked up side. After the movie, dad went to bed. A few minutes later, Josh and I resided into my room.

I had agreed not to sleep in my bed that night, so that Josh could sleep there. I slept in my sister’s queen size with her, because there was plenty of room. But we didn’t have a bedtime, so it was really just a matter of where I woke up.

I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I saw Josh on the floor, pumping out push-ups. I froze in the doorway, baffled.

“Why?” I asked him.

“Why not?” he responded.

I did have to admit it was sexy to watch him PT like that. I didn’t say anything, though.

We lay down on my bed and just started chit chatting. I turned off my bedroom light, and turned on my black light and the Christmas lights that went around my room. It produced the softest glow.

Josh was being really goofy. I had never seen or heard him like this. He was just insanely hyper, bouncing around, talking at 90 million words per minute, jumping on top of me and tickling me. It was refreshing, to see someone else who could be goofy as hell and all. It was made even better because I knew I was the source of this boundless happiness.

Then he did a 180 and got really serious. He started telling me about some problems he had as a child and was having now. It was really awesome that he could talk to me like that, but I was still baffled by the hyperness.

It got really late, but we didn’t care. I guess it was around 0430 when we started messing around. It started with slow, tender kissing. I had a habit of rubbing the back of his head as I kissed him, and this was no different. He pulled me closer to him, and then our bodies were firmly pressed against one another. I was so in love with him, this was all I could ever want. I really wasn’t thinking very sexually, I had calmed down since earlier that night. I just thought about how good it felt to have him next to me.

He rolled me over so that I was on top of him. I couldn’t help but smile; it was obvious that he liked this position a lot. He slid his hands up my shirt, around my back. He was really tentative about how much he touched me. I thought it was absolutely charming, and I wasn’t used to it at all. He didn’t want me to think that he was only after “that,” and it was obvious that he really wasn’t.

I continued to rub myself with his dick by sliding up and down. I stopped kissing him for a moment and asked, “What are you thinking?”

He paused, and then replied, “I was wondering what you would do if I started taking this off,” he said, pulling on my T-shirt.

I laughed softly. “I’d probably help you.”

We started kissing again, and a short time later he was pulling my shirt up. I sat up a top him and took off my shirt, my chest now fully exposed. There was plenty of light in the room, and I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscience. I bent down towards him in a half push up position and started kissing him, becoming comfortable with being topless. I knew that he was a breast man, and I just hoped that he was happy with what he saw.

“Jinger,” he started a short time later. “What would you say if I told you I was ready?”

My heart pounded in my chest. I knew I was going to be his first, but I didn’t think that it would be that soon.

“I would want you to be totally sure; I don’t want you to regret anything,” I replied, and started kissing him again. I somewhat ignored the comment, half wondering if he just wanted to see my reaction. I kissed him deeply, expressing my love with my lips. I wanted this happiness to last forever.

He broke from our kiss. “Jinger, I’m ready,” he said simply.

“Are you sure?” I said, trying to not relay the nervous feeling I was now getting.

“Yes.”

I couldn’t help but to be nervous. I was worried about what he would think about everything. It would be the first time he’d see me naked, and I was worried that he would be disappointed. I was also worried that he would think that I wasn’t tight enough. It wasn’t that I had been with a lot of guys, but I got my fair share of sex with my ex and I had no idea what he expected.

I climbed off of him and stood up. I smiled at him and said, “You kind of have to take your clothes off for this to work.”

He smiled and got off of the bed. He bent down towards me and we started kissing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him close. Man I loved kissing him!

He bent down and pulled off my shorts and underwear. That was it, I was fully exposed. We took off his shirt and then he took off his shorts and boxers. I tried not to stare, even though I wanted a good look at him. I knew he was nervous, and I didn’t want him to feel like he was under a microscope.

We kissed again, and I could feel his rock on my stomach. I couldn’t help but be turned on by it, to think I would finally feel it inside me in a moment. I looked at him and smiled, gestured to the bed, and said, “Lay down.”

“Just so you know, I don’t really come during sex, so I don’t want you to worry about me, okay?” It was true, I had come like once during sex, and that was because I was playing with my clit. It wasn’t that I never wanted to come, but this was his night. “And do what feels natural. Usually natural is what feels best.”

He wanted me to be on top, so that the pressure wasn’t on him. I was soaked, I had been thinking about this for quite some time so I knew he would slide in easily. I leaned over my bedside and got a condom out. I opened the wrapper, figured which way it opened, and moved on top of him.

I put the condom on slowly, loving the feeling of his hard cock in my hands. I was impressed by his size and girth. “Mmmm…” I thought just before I got atop him.

I moved forward and directed him into me. When I felt him right there, I let go and moved down slowly. I was just amazed, he felt *so* good inside me. I felt myself stretching a little, but not painfully. I continued up and down slowly, savoring him inside me. I leaned forward and started kissing him, started really making love.

That’s what it felt like. Love. It was so perfectly intimate and tender. Every touch was as soft as a rose petal. Each kiss sweeter than candy. I was in awe; I had never experienced it like this before.

His hands traveled to my hips, and he sped me up a little. It was a good sign to me, because to me it said that he was comfortable. I continued to slide him in and out f me, loving every second. I kissed him tenderly and I felt like butterflies inside.

“Let me try being on top,” he half whispered.

“Okay,” I agreed. Hey, this was his night. I didn’t really matter; I just wanted it to be perfect for him. I got off of him and lay down on the bed. He moved atop me and his cock slid perfectly back inside me. “Mmmm…” I moaned, not caring. He felt so damned good!

He started a slow pace, just going with it. He was kissing me earnestly, and I loved every second of this. He seemed to be in great control of himself, too. That was comforting, because I was worried he would be scared stiff, so to speak.

He started moving against me faster, and I responded by pressing my hand against the wall to push back, so that he could get deeper. It made my arm burn, but I didn’t care. I moaned to him, and he moaned back, both of us really enjoying each other.

He was just full of surprises, too. I wasn’t sure what to expect from a virgin, but he definitely held his own. He was lasting longer than I expected, which was awesome. He certainly had a lot of self-control.

He sped up a little more, and I could tell by his movements that he was probably getting closer. We were still kissing, and my left hand was on him as my right was pressing against the wall. The bed was squeaking like hell, but that didn’t bother me at all. It was like a reminder of the awesomeness that was happening.

“I’m coming,” he said softly, speeding up a little more. Then he slowed down dramatically, and slowly slid in and out of me still. I was really worked up, and I believed that had we kept going I would have got mine. Oh well, next time, I thought.

We kissed for a while afterwards. I felt amazing, just wonderful. “How do you feel?” I inquired.

“Incredible.”

We kissed some more, and then he pulled out and threw away the evidence. We dressed, and I went to the bathroom. I came back and wrapped my arms around him and gave him a kiss. I kissed him again, and he kissed me back. It was all so perfect, I thought to myself.

“I love you, babyboy.”

“I love you too, babygirl.”

I took my blanket and then went to sleep in my sister’s room, happier than I had ever been in all of my life.