"C'mon!" She told me. "Let's do it."
I picked up the condom and ripped the package open, letting it fall to the floor. I rolled it over my cock expertly, giving it a tug to make sure it was on correctly. It was. Debbie watched this all with aroused curiosity. It was obvious that she'd never seen anyone put on a rubber before, though I was sure, due to the lack of a hymen, that she'd been fucked. I understood. Teenagers didn't give a shit, didn't think about consequences. But I did.
I climbed back on the bed and positioned myself over the top of her. Our lips came together again, our tongues swirling back and forth once more. Her firm tits were against my chest and my outer thighs were against her inner thighs. I grabbed my cock in my hand and put the head against her wet lips, sliding it up and down a few times, wetting the condom.
"Do it!" Debbie yelled, pushing her hips upward.
Slowly I pushed forward, allowing the head of my cock to slide inside of her. Her tunnel grasped me tightly, feeling as if a hand was gripping me, and I could slide no further. I pulled out and pushed again, gaining a little more ground with each thrust. Finally I was all the way inside the tightest box I'd ever imagined, let alone been in. This was what fucking was supposed to be like.
I began to thrust in and out, feeling her clamping on me as I slid back and forth. After a few moments she loosened up a little, allowing me to pick up the pace. I then began to slam in and out with practiced strokes, being sure to grind my pubic bone against hers with each thrust. She moaned and clawed at my back with her nails as I fucked her, her hips rising and falling counter to my own. Her skin began to perspire heavily, making our bodies slide exquisitely together, as if greased. She kissed on my neck and my ears, her tongue strokes copies of what I'd done to her earlier.
I suddenly got up to my knees, putting her legs on my shoulders while I continued to fuck her. I was able to look down upon her supine body, to watch my cock sliding in and out her slit, to see her sweaty tits bouncing back and forth, to see her face, to watch the rapture in her eyes. I stroked her legs up and down, kissing on her calves for a while and then I began feeling those beautiful breasts, squeezing them a little rougher now. I slammed harder and harder into her, making her grunt and moan. When she came again she pulled me back down to her and thrust her tongue back in my mouth.
I was at the end of my rope by then so I went for the final push. I fucked as hard as I could, sweat dripping off my face, that tight pussy gripping and releasing me. I felt the sensation of pure pleasure starting in my groin and spreading quickly throughout my body from there. I began to groan myself, losing control of my thrusting rhythm, only battering her like an animal. The pleasure of orgasm assaulted me, had its way with me, completely took my body over for an indeterminate amount of time. It was pleasure on the purest level. My God, I could not remember when orgasms had felt like that. It made the ones I had as an adult feel like a little spasm in comparison. I shot blast after blast inside of her (inside the condom actually), continuing to pound away until I fell exhausted atop of her.
We kissed each other for a moment and then looked in each other's eyes. Hers were full of confusion and doubt.
"Wow." She whispered finally. "That was… that was awesome. Totally bitchin'."
I smiled, kissing her nose and pulling myself out of her so the condom wouldn't come off in her pussy.
"Thank you." I said, rolling to my back next to her.
She was still looking at me. "It was almost like…, I dunno." She shook her head.
"Like what?" I asked, grabbing the condom and pulling it off neatly, not spilling so much as a drop.
"Like you were, oh, I dunno, older or something. It didn't seem like I was doing someone younger than me."
I stared at her for a moment, holding the slick condom between my fingers. I chuckled. "I'm just wise beyond my years baby. That's all."
She looked at me doubtfully as I tied a knot in the condom and stood up. "What now?" She asked. "Are we like, going together now?"
Going together? I thought, accessing my memory again for what that term entailed. Finally I remembered. Boyfriend/girlfriend type of thing. Not supposed to date anyone else. I certainly didn't want that. "No." I told her. "We were just two stoned friends having a little fun together. That's all. Why does it have to be more complicated than that?"
Relief was evident on her face. She didn't want to 'go' with anybody either. "I guess it don't." She answered, then she soured. "But I guess I'll be the school slut for a while." She looked at me as I picked up my clothes from the floor. "You know, it was worth it though. Where did you learn how to, you know, like that?"
"Oh, here and there." I answered. "But there's no reason why you have to be the school slut you know. I'm not gonna tell anyone what we did."
Her smile was cynical beyond its years. "Sure you won't." She answered. "You won't tell anyone that you're the one to bag Debbie Walker."
"I won't." I said, pulling on my pants. "For what purpose would I do that? So all of you girls can talk about what a fuckin' blabbermouth I am? How will I ever get any pussy that way? No girl's gonna fuck a loudmouth. However, if you have the reputation as someone that can keep his mouth shut no matter what… well, where do you think I learned how to do what I did?"
She looked hopeful for a moment, wanting to believe me. But then she shook her head. "Even if you do keep your mouth shut, which I doubt, Raisin and Lonnie know what we did. They won't keep theirs shut."
I shrugged. "I'll tell them you wouldn't give it up. I'll call you a fuckin' cock tease when I tell them about it, kissing on me and lettin' me feel your tits a little through your sweater, but not lettin' me go any further. They'll believe it."
"YOU are going to tell them THAT?" She asked, looking at me as if I'd just explained that there really was a Santa Clause and an Easter bunny.
I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Sure." I told her quietly. "You can trust me for that. You really can. I promise. And you don't even have to trust me. Just say you didn't do anything with me but kiss me. If I'm lying and I blab to everyone, how much worse off are you anyway?"
"I suppose." She said doubtfully.
"But do me a favor." I said.
"What?"
"Well, I know you don't believe me now, but when a few weeks go by and you find out that I kept my promise, just keep me in mind the next time you get a little horny. I can be very discrete."
"Discrete?" She asked.
"Never mind." I said, pulling on my shirt. "Just keep me in mind. And if you and some of your friends ever get to discussing things like sex with each other, and if one of them ever happens to express frustration that she can't get herself fucked without the whole school knowing about it." I smiled. "Maybe you could just mention my name to them. If you know what I mean."
She stared at me for a second and then started giggling. "Are you SURE you're only fifteen?" She asked.
"Yep." I nodded. "The best age of your life Debbie. Believe me."
Chapter 2
"When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school It's a wonder I can think at all" – PAUL SIMON
Raisin dropped me off at home about 2:30 that afternoon. It was more than a half an hour before the time I was SUPPOSED to get home from school, but I knew that both my Mom and Dad would still be at work. Debbie had already been dropped at her own house. She was walking a little funny as she headed for her front door. We all watched her ass as it retreated. The moment she was out of earshot the interrogation began.