“Perhaps as a dream, if you remember other things I have done to try to fix what Tim did to you.”
Once again, Sherry nodded.
“I have a wish to make.”
Funny word Sherry chose. “What is it?” I asked.
“Can we do a little more than just the minimum like you asked? Something that I can dream about, maybe?”
I thought about this. “What do you want to do?”
“We don’t have to fuck, I don’t think. We don’t need to go to bed together and… you know. But… if I feel you inside me, I won’t be a virgin any more. However, I have always had a dream… a fantasy…”
“Yes?”
“Can I please feel your body against mine? Could you kiss me and let me kiss you? I dream that we kissed one time in the room outside this one… our first kiss.”
Ah, the stolen kiss from Sherry. “You dream about that?”
“It’s a favorite…” Sherry reddened.
I got the hint. It’s Sherry’s favorite masturbation fantasy.
“All right. And I’ll give you a bonus.”
“What?”
“When is your birthday?”
“Early December.”
“Then, on your birthday, if you still feel the same way for me, let me know. I’ll make love to you… for real. However, I don’t want you to take my promise as an incentive to just hold out and wait. I want you to seriously consider other people than me. I want you to go out on dates, think about other people. If you do that, and still feel the same way about me, I’ll reconsider. That should give me some time to think about my feelings toward you.”
Sherry didn’t answer, but nodded. Her hand went to her blouse, and she started to unbutton it.
Shit! When Sherry wanted to feel my body against hers, she meant naked!
I bit my lip, and got up and removed my clothes.
After a couple of minutes, the two of us were facing each other, both of us naked, for the first time ever.
Slowly, I moved over to Sherry, and pulled her toward me. As her breasts touched my chest, I kissed her.
The kiss lasted a few minutes, and Sherry was breathing heavily when we parted. “Hmm,” she moaned.
I felt a bit awkward, as if I didn’t know what to do.
Sherry said, “How should we do it?”
I figured that a rear insertion was the easiest, even if it didn’t allow Sherry the opportunity to have her breasts against me once again. I positioned her against the piano, and squatted down a bit and rubbed the head of my dick against her cunt lips, which were already wet. I found her hole.
This was the first time that I was doing this with a virgin. I had no idea how tight she would be, or how difficult it would be to break through her hymen. I also remembered Kristen saying something about blood.
I pushed very gently… almost too much so. After a bit, Sherry’s pussy opened. I met no resistance at all as I continued to slowly push until I was completely in. I was amazed!
“I thought you were…”
“I am,” Sherry said. “I tore my hymen in junior high during gymnastics. I can now wear tampons…”
“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say. Feminine hygiene wasn’t a subject that I felt comfortable talking about.
“Could we do it face to face? I want my dreams to be of me making love to you, not facing a piano.”
That would mean that I’d have to pull out and do it again. Then, I realized that Sherry was a gymnast. I wondered if she could do something that Lynette once did with me.
Slowly, I pulled Sherry back and manipulated our bodies until I was once again sitting on the bench. I pulled Sherry onto my lap, and then asked if she could swing around. Once Sherry understood what I meant, she easily spun around without any trouble.
Sherry had a look that burned into my eyes, and she pulled my face toward hers and kissed me deeply. It wasn’t a long kiss.
I decided to make it special for Sherry. I reached behind her, and started playing the introduction of a song I’ve always liked. Ringo made it a hit just a year ago, and the arrangement he used was still fresh in my mind.
Sherry pulled away from the kiss and looked in my eyes as I sang:
I followed this verse with the simple reverse D-seventh arpeggio that was so prominent in Ringo’s version of this classic song. Sherry smiled.
I continued singing the song, and Sherry continued staring at me.
Instead of doing the spoken part, I simply improvised a jazz solo instead, smoothly transitioning the style of the song from the simple back-beat of Ringo’s song to something a bit more bluesy.
I sang a repeat of the song, and finally ended it.
When the song was ended, Sherry kissed me once again.
Even though I wasn’t pumping back and forth into Sherry, I was getting enough stimulation from her minor movements and her kissing that I found myself quite excited. I suddenly realized that this could be dangerous if Sherry wasn’t on the pill.
As soon as Sherry’s kiss ended, I picked her up and off my erection.
Sherry stared at my dick, red and wet from her secretions. “Oh, my… it’s huge!”
Without warning, Sherry bent down and started sucking me. It didn’t take long for me to reach my limit. I tried to warn Sherry, but she only sucked harder.
Blast after blast of my semen shot out of me and into Sherry’s eager mouth. The force of my excitement was such that I wouldn’t have been surprised if it shot out the back of her neck!
After a few minutes, despite Sherry’s continued sucking, my erection started to soften.
I finally managed to get Sherry off my lap.
“Sherry! Why did you do that?”
“The only sexual experience with a guy up until now was with Tim, and it is a memory I’d like to forget. He called me all kinds of names, and at the end, he even said I was so bad, he had to jerk himself off in order to shoot. Since then, I felt so inadequate…”
This eerily sounded similar to what Patty told me about her unpleasantness in tenth grade. I didn’t know what to say.
Sherry said, “You made love to me, Oogie! I sucked you and made you shoot. Tim was just an idiot!”
“A stupid idiot,” I agreed.
“That was me I tasted on you, wasn’t it?”
I nodded. “Sherry? What we did was dangerous…”
Sherry shook her head. “Tim told me to be prepared to give up my virginity. I wasn’t going to let that bastard make me a mother. As soon as he told me that, I went to the clinic and got a prescription.”
“Oh.”
Once again, Sherry kissed me hard.
I looked over her shoulder and saw that there was only five minutes left before the end of the period. I pulled away from that kiss.
“Sherry… Mr. Proilet will be coming back soon. Get dressed.”
Like a shot, Sherry stopped everything and started to get dressed.
I watched, amazed, and realized that I was also naked. I quickly pulled on my clothes as well.
The room smelled like I would imagine a bordello would smell. I could smell Sherry’s excitement throughout the cramped room.
If my teacher or anybody else walked in, we’d be screwed.
“What do you have next period?” I asked.
“Gym. I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to do gym after what we just did. I feel a little… weird.”
“Can you get out of gym?”