"Who'd you hear that from?" I asked, sipping from my latest beer.
"Lonnie." She said. "He said you were pretty smooth about it too."
I smiled at her, staring into her eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I said. "Debbie and I flirted a little but nothing more than that. You know how rumors are around here."
"Yeah." She nodded, tossing down her smoke and crushing it under the toe of her tennis shoe. "I do. Some people just can't keep their mouths shut about things."
"Yep." I agreed. "But some people CAN."
Less than an hour later we were 'taking a little walk' into the wooded area around the park. We sat against a tree, watching the falls, the sound of the party distant in our ears. We started kissing, which led to my hands beneath her jacket and sweater, which led to me taking off her pants and eating her pussy on the cold, damp ground. I pulled two orgasms from her and then extricated a condom from my pocket. A minute later my pants were off, my dick was capped, and I was thrusting within yet another tight, teenaged pussy. After, we returned to the party, walking together as friends out for a nature walk, the discarded condom marking the spot of our indiscretion.
"Where have you been?" Mike, who was quite fucked up, asked me when I rejoined him.
"Oh," I said casually, "I was bullshittin' with some of the guys over there."
"Oh." He nodded, and then went back to his graphic description of the time he'd bagged a girl AND her sister at a similar kegger party. The rest of the guys listened respectfully to his tale. They then tried to top it.
I took a moment to be nervous about driving home with Mike as we twisted and turned along the levy road at high speed. I had no seat belt on; it simply wasn't done back then; and I was thrown from side to side as he drunkenly hit 20mph curves at around forty-five or so. But I took comfort in the fact that I'd done this dozens of times in my previous life without a second thought and nothing had happened then. I already knew that I was scheduled to live to at least thirty-two. In a way I was kind of immortal, wasn't I? Well maybe not immortal, but at least invulnerable.
I was cheered by this thought as we went on our way at 11:30 that night (we were both required to be home by midnight). That made being tossed from side to side by centrifugal force kind of fun. Even when the back end of the car slid a little on a sharp curve, bringing us dangerously close to the edge, I didn't get an adrenaline rush. I simply cheered Mike's skill with the car and asked him if he had any more weed on him.
Saturday was a good day. I woke up only slightly hung over from the beer, knowing that if I'd drank as much as I had the previous night as an adult I would have been nearly incapacitated the next day. God youth was great.
It was shortly after the breakfast dishes were washed and put away (my parents had no dishwasher, an appliance they would not acquire until shortly before I moved out) when the telephone rang. Tracy answered it.
"It's for you Bill." She told me, being very polite for Tracy. A cynical part of me informed me it was simply because I was doing a favor for her tonight and she wanted to stay on my good side. But a more hopeful part wondered if she was simply calming her attitude towards me a little.
"Hello?" I said, expecting it to be Mike.
It wasn't. It was Debbie. "Hi Bill." She said. "How you doin'?"
"How'd you get my number?" I asked her, knowing that I hadn't given it to her.
"Oh, I've got my sources." She said mysteriously. She then got right to the point. "My parents and my sister are going out of town for the day." A brief pause. "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to, you know, come over?"
"To your house?" I asked.
"Well, yeah." She said. "If you're not doing anything else that is."
"Nothing planned." I told her, a smile forming on my face. "What time should I be there?"
I used my charms on Mom to score a few bucks off of her, though I had to endure one of her lectures as the price. Soon I was heading out the door. I stopped at a convenience store and bought another package of condoms. Twenty minutes after that I was in Debbie's house.
We didn't bother much with preliminaries. Less than ten minutes after my arrival we were in her bedroom stripping off our clothes. She begged me to eat her again like I had at Raisin's house and I teased her a little, saying I didn't want to break the LAW or anything. Finally I buried my face between those thighs and went to town. I then fucked her, after donning a condom of course. I then taught her the finer points of giving a blowjob, stopping her before I actually came in her mouth because I wanted to fuck her again. I showed her the female superior position and she caught on quickly, finding that if she rubbed herself in a certain way, she could bring herself off.
"See," I told her, after I'd finally blown my second load into the condom. "You can do that with any guy and you don't have to rely on his skill in order to get yourself off. As long as you can keep him from coming for the length of time it takes you to rub yourself to orgasm on his cock, you can be satisfied."
Her naked, sweaty body was collapsed across mine, her ample tits pushing into my chest. My hand was idly stroking her firm ass. "But how," She asked. "Do I keep them from coming? I haven't done it with many people besides you, but every time I have, the guy comes in less than a minute or so."
"Suck him off first." I advised her, knowing that I was making some future lover very happy. "Use those tricks I taught you when you were sucking me. Take the load and then demand he eat your pussy. Tell him he gets nothing else if he doesn't return the favor."
"Wow." She whispered, her tongue licking at the sweat on my neck.
"While he eats you," I continued, feeling myself stirring again already. God the wonders of youth! "He'll get hard again, but it will take him longer to come since he'll have just done it. You should be able to keep him active long enough to give yourself a good come." I patted her ass, rolling her over and beginning to kiss her again. "Because that's really what it's all about, isn't it?"
"Yeah." She breathed, thrusting her tongue at me.
I went home mid-afternoon and fell fast asleep. My balls were aching in a very pleasant way; the way that tells you that they were happily overused. I'd taken a shower before leaving Debbie's house so I had little to do before my babysitting assignment that night. When I awoke I only had to put on fresh clothes, comb my hair and, of course, brush my teeth, expunging my mouth of the smell of teenaged pussy.
As I headed out the door Tracy was getting ready for her party. She was dressed in her tightest pair of jeans and a form-fitting sweater. She smiled as I went by.
"Heading to Anita's?" She asked.
"Yep." I nodded. "Have a good time tonight."
"I will." She said. "And thanks again."
"Anytime Trace." I replied, heading downstairs. "Anytime at all."
Anita was dressed in a red dress that showed off her natural attributes, her tits, nicely. Her chunky legs were covered with dark pantyhose. She saw me looking as I entered her house and blushed a little.
"You look VERY nice." I told her lecherously. "Are you sure you want to go to this party tonight?"
She giggled like a teenager. "My presence is quite expected." She told me. "Besides, the kids are awake anyway."
I nodded. "Of course." I said, and turned to the kids, who were playing on the floor with a collection of Hot Wheels. They saw me and squealed, heading for me.
"But sometimes," Anita said thoughtfully. "A girl gets a little ill and has to come home early; say around nine o'clock."
"Really?" I asked, smiling, wondering if my dick could perform after my earlier session with Debbie.
"Really." She nodded and then turned to the kids. "Gimmee kisses." She told them. "Mommy's going bye-bye."
She returned at ten after nine, just after the kids had been put to bed. After brief inquiries about their health and well being, she walked over to me and took my hand. She traced her manicured nails over the back of it and then guided it under her dress, sliding it along over her nyloned thighs to the junction of her legs. I could feel dampness and musty heat emanating from her crotch.