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.
"How was she?" Lonnie asked, nearly slobbering with excitement. "Man, I can't fuckin' believe you scored with Debbie. "
"Yeah," Raisin grinned. "What a slut. Wait'll everyone hears about this shit!"
"Fuck that bitch. " I grumbled, sinking in my seat. "She wouldn't give it up. "
"What?" They said in unison.
"But we heard you in there. " Raisin protested. "She was moanin' like a fuckin' freight train. "
I shook my head. "She's a good actress. " I told them. "All she let me do was feel her tits a little through her sweater. Every fuckin' time I tried to put my hand underneath it she'd slap it away. Fuckin' cock-tease. "
"You didn't fuck her?" Lonnie asked, crushed. "What were you doing in there all that time?"
"Just makin' out. " I said. "Believe me, I tried but that bitch is harder to get into than Fort Knox. "
They were looking at me in confusion. The rule of teenaged boys of course is that even if you didn't fuck them, you told people that you did. I could almost see the wheels of irrational logic turning in their heads. If I said that I hadn't fucked her when I could easily have claimed that I had, I therefore must not have even come close to fucking her. The thought that I might actually have bagged her and was keeping it secret was so foreign a concept to them that they were able to ignore the overwhelming evidence before them and draw the conclusion I wanted them to draw. They probably figured I was even lying about feeling her tits since some embellishment was mandatory.
"That's too fuckin' bad man. " Lonnie commiserated. "I really thought someone was gonna bag that bitch this time. "
"Nope. " I said. "The same old shit. Why do we even try?"
"Some day," Raisin vowed with all the dramatics of Scarlet O'Hara proclaiming she would never go hungry again. "That bitch is gonna give it up. "
"I doubt it. " I offered. "She's good at giving blue balls though. The cunt. "
They bid me a sad farewell as I exited the car and soon the Falcon was roaring down my street, belching huge clouds of black, stinking exhaust from its tailpipe. As they disappeared I sighed with the kind of satisfaction that only a man who has just gotten laid can display. I headed for the house thinking that being fifteen again was all right. I'd wished well.
I was appalled by what I found inside. When the door opened the sound of Van Halen cranked at top volume hit my ears. The smell of marijuana hit my nose. Tracy was sitting on the couch with Cindy and a football player from school that I recognized as Cindy's boyfriend, although I could not remember his name. Cindy and the football player were kissing each other in heated passion while Tracy was flipping through a teen magazine and pretending to ignore what was going on. A plastic bong sat on the coffee table next to a paper plate with pot in it. Pepsis and a bag of chips were sitting next to this. The bong still had tendrils of smoke curling out the top of it.
They didn't even hear me come in the house, the music was so loud. I remembered that Tracy had been busted for just such a thing during her senior year when my mother had come home from work unexpectedly and had walked in on just such a scene. God, my sister was a stupid teenager too.
I kicked the plug out of the stereo system, causing "Ain't Talkin' About Love" to wind down and die. The three people on the couch jerked almost painfully in alarm. Cindy and her boyfriend separated so fast that it looked as if they'd burned each other. Cindy's boyfriend made a grab for the pot on the table. They all stopped when they saw that it was only me. They relaxed a little.