Look, I was young, just another horny teenage boy looking for sex. My friends all bragged about screwing girls in our high school. I was a fish out of water, a bird without wings. I was a virgin. Before my senior year, that had to change.

The only girl who had approached me as more than an awkward nerd was Alexis my next-door neighbor. We grew up together, played together from kindergarten until now, late summer heading for our senior year. She was in the Harry Potter club. I was in the computer club. Alexis wasn't sexy. She wasn't beautiful. She didn't have the body of Heidi Klum. Alexis was a very ordinary looking friend until she wasn't.

She wasn't because Alexis wasn't at all how I described her. Unbeknown to me, she had grown up. Alexis was almost eighteen and had filled out without me noticing. Maybe it was that she didn't wear much makeup that gave me the impression she looked ordinary. Upon further review, she was cute, not beautiful but cute. Alexis had a button nose, wide blue eyes, and a killer grin. I wondered if she noticed I also had grown too, matured and was horny. It was time to find out. That was the hard part. Asking a girl for a date was like having a root canal.

Stuff happens and sometimes it is as good as getting a driver's license. On this Saturday morning, I was mowing my parents' lawn. She was jogging and stopped to talk. "Derrick, I was thinking, she said. "My best friend is having a party tonight. Would you like to go?"

"Ah, you mean together?" I stammered.

"Of course, silly. It will be fun."

"Okay. What time?"

"I'll pick you up at eight."

"Okay," I said as enthusiastically as a son agreeing to wash the family car. I had never been to one of the drinking parties that were rumored to happen on the weekends. On the other hand, maybe the party was just a bunch of kids watching a movie. I had ten hours to let my imagination get carried away,

The party wasn't what I had imagined. There were a dozen kids. Everyone had a date. A huge seventy-five inch smart TV was showing a movie downstairs in the rec room where couples were making out. Upstairs a smaller, but not small TV showed music videos. A couple of the guys were drinking beer. One couple was sharing a joint. The more the girl inhaled, the more she giggled. It could have been funny but it wasn't.

Alexis could see that I was uncomfortable and out of place. "Come on Derrick, loosen up. This is a party. We're not taking finals."

I chuckled and said, "I'm okay with finals. I'm not really good with parties."

"Do you want to leave?" she asked.

"No. No, I'll be okay."

"Maybe a beer will help," she suggested.

"I don't know, maybe." So Alexis trotted off to the kitchen and brought us both a bottle of Bud.

"Let me warn you, Derrick," she said after a couple of sips. "Beer makes me crazy. Just one bottle and I'm like Jekyll and Hyde."

"You mean angry and mean?"

"No, unpredictable. Let's go outside by the pool and finish our beer. There isn't anyone out there and you can relax."

We took off our shoes and dangled our feet over the side of the pool, drinking beer, and talking about nothing important until the unexpected happened. A group of kids bursts out of the door yelling like the house was on fire. Splash, splash, splash! In seconds they were all in the pool, some with suits, some without. One of the guys called out, "Hey, Alexis get in here!"

She grabbed my arm saying, "Come on, let's join 'em."

"I didn't know this was a pool party. I don't have a suit."

"Forget the suit. You don't need one," and she threw her clothes on the pool chair behind us. I only got a glimpse of her naked body when she jumped in.

I watched the water fights and guys playfully dunking girls for awhile when Alexis tugged at my feet. Come on Derrick, get your butt in here."

If I was tense before, now I was flat out scared. When I heard someone shout, "Hey, nerdy, you got a problem?" it provided the motivation I needed. It's one thing to be bullied at school but not with friends at a party. It was time to be sociable. Embarrassed and naked, I jumped in not knowing what to do next.

Alexis swam up to me and gave me a hug. "I knew you could do it, stud." At the word, "stud," she slipped her hand down to my crotch grabbing hold of my cock. "Hmm," she murmured, "that's a nice one."

A compliment is a compliment no matter what it's about but this was Alexis, my next-door neighbor, the girl I grew up with. She wasn't Gloria the high school slut. I needed time to let that sink in. It wasn't long before the reality of the moment became clear.

A little past midnight, the party began to break up. Alexis and I had a second beer but neither of us was drunk. In the car on the way home, Alexis began to talk. "Hey, that was a great party. How about you? What did you think?

"Yeah, it was good. I'm glad I went."

"You looked tense the whole time." She parked the car far away from any streetlights. "You know, Derrick, what you need is a blowjob."

I turned to her as if I hadn't heard what she said. She stared at me with her puppy-dog eyes looking so vulnerable, so innocent. "It will help you relax. I should have done it before the party," and she reached over and unzipped the fly on my cargo shorts.

I didn't object. Except for a few stains on my shorts, I came out of that situation unscathed. Obviously, I now saw Alexis in a different light. Next, I needed to work on my self-esteem.

We didn't see each other for a couple of weeks after that. Eventually, my curiosity got the best of me and I rang her doorbell. Alexis' mom answered the door and said her daughter wasn't home. "She's out shopping. Maybe you can catch her at Walmart."

So that's where I went pretending to have accidentally bumped into her. "Hi. How're things?" It wasn't a great line but it had to do for the moment.

"Good," was her short answer. "Look, I gotta go. I'm in a hurry."

She passed me in the hall several times at the start of school but didn't stop to talk. Finally, I sort of blocked her way and said, "What's goin' on?"

"Why didn't you call, Derrick? I thought we were friends."

Silence. Pretending to be innocent, I took a deep breath and said, "Yes, friends, neighbors, and maybe more."

"It's the maybe more I wanted to talk to you about."

"Okay. How about a movie?"

"A movie? That's the best you can do? A movie?" she mocked. "Look, I've got a better idea. Let's hang with my friends at Sommer's Park tomorrow afternoon. Pick me up at four," then she marched off to class. I slithered off to lunch feeling like a little boy whose mother just told him to behave.

The weather was good, not too hot, no rain when she hopped into the car. Alexis had brought along a large picnic basket containing sandwiches, chips, and beer. Volleyball was already in play. No one hid the fact that beer was their preferred drink. A few smoked pot trying to conceal the obvious. The picnic turned out to be much more fun than the pool party, that is until the cops came. No one was arrested, just told to go home.

It was dark and we parked a block from Alexis' house. I had her bra off totally amazed at her perky tits and erect nipples. My pants were around my ankles and my cock stood up like a soldier at attention. Her hand caressed it as if it was her favorite doll. I thought she was going to give me a blowjob, then she said, "Let's finish this inside. My parents aren't at home."

We drove to her house half naked. She took me into her bedroom where we laid together on the bed picking up where we left off. This was my moment. Finally, I was about to get what every boy wants.

"Give me a moment," I said. "I need to take a pee." Two beers were two too many in this case.

I didn't have to go far. She had a bath attached to her bedroom. It took some time. Too much time. You can't piss with an erection. When I finally finished emptying my bladder, I caught a glimpse of a thin transparent package of pills on the sink. Half of them were used. I had seen the same package in my mom's bathroom. It dawned on me that Alexis was on the pill.

When I finally got back to her, she was dressed and handing me my clothes. "Maybe this wasn't the right time, Derrick," she said, and I was shown the door.

Could it be that Alexis was a virgin and decided to stay that way? I said to myself. Or had she gotten cold feet? Or was Alexis thinking I wasn't the guy she wanted for her first time? I had these thoughts and others while driving home. Maybe it was just that I screwed up. As a consolation to the aborted tryst with Alexis, I pleasured myself imagining what could have been.

The year crept along slowly as it does in your senior year waiting to escape to college. I dated a few girls, none as special as Alexis. None gave blowjobs. Only a few let me play with their tits. Gloria even liked being fingered and I was sure I'd get laid by Gloria. But she wasn't the slut everyone talked about. It must have been her big tits that started the rumor.

Then the unexpected happened. Alexis called. She was in tears. "Derrick, can you come over? I need to talk to you."

I put on some clean clothes, brushed my teeth and combed my hair and was almost out the door. Back to my room, I splashed on a healthy dose of aftershave. The stubble on my face would have to wait. Anyway, it gave me a more manly look.

Alexis lived five doors down our street. I was there in less than five minutes with a heart-thumping as if I'd just run a marathon. Alexis was at the door with mascara running down her cheeks. She said nothing, turned, and sat on the living room sofa. I followed. The silence was deafening. "He dumped me," were her first words. I kept my mouth shut.

Finally, I asked, "Who?"

"Ronnie Singleton. He's dating that slut Gloria. Why not me? I did everything that Gloria does."

"What do you mean, 'what Gloria does'?"

"We did it; you know we had sex."

I swallowed hard. "I went out with Gloria. It's just an awful rumor about her."

"What do you mean, Derrick? She doesn't put out for every guy?"

"Not with me. Gloria is really a nice kid. Sure, she didn't mind me feeling her up, touching her pussy and French kissing but that's about all."

"She didn't give you a blowjob or let you fuck her?"

"No."

"Then maybe I'm the one who's the slut." She wiped more tears from her beautiful eyes. "I did it before with Ronnie last spring break. Ronnie was my boyfriend. We did it in his car. He was my first but after we broke up the first time, I dated other guys."

"Did you have sex with them?"

"I can't talk about it here, Derrick. Let's go somewhere more private."

"Where would that be?"

"The sharecroppers' cabin in the woods in the back of my parents' place. No one else knows it's there."

She wiped her face and led me through a forested area behind her house. The cabin had seen its better days. The roof had gaping holes and all the windows were broken. The door was nearly off its hinges and squeaked when we went in. The place smelled musty, maybe from mildew or rotting wood. There was some furniture, an old table and a couple of chairs as well as a cot with a stained mattress that reminded me of pictures I'd seen of Auschwitz.

Alexis opened a cooler in the corner of the room and took out two beers. "I need this to talk about it, Derrick."

I twisted off the caps and sat down having the feeling she had staged our little talk.

She began by saying. "Derrick, you have to understand. Girls get horny sometimes just like guys. My first time was okay but it got better. As I said in the house, I dated other guys after Ronnie during the summer."

"So you're telling me you had sex with other guys."

"A couple of times."

"A couple of times?" I asked.

"Okay, a few times."

"Care to name names?"

"Not really." She pulled a face then said, "Alright, Travis Sommers and Lee Toland. Maybe someone else but I can't remember who. Does that make me a whore?"

"Not really. Maybe a slut but not a whore." It was supposed to be a joke. Alexis didn't take it that way. She slapped me hard, really hard then started to cry again.

"I'm sorry Derrick. I'm just so angry. Would you give me a hug?"

The hug was more like a waltz as we glided over to the cot. "Wait," she said. "Let me put this sheet over this dingy cot."

She was hot. My cock was bursting at the seams. The combination was like matches to dry kindling wood. Our fires were about to ignite.

What had always worried me as a virgin was, How do you find a girl's opening? The question was irrelevant. The answer was self-evident. When a girl is horny and a guy is as hard as steel pipe, the two join together as nature had intended. Somehow, I was fucking her like I'd been doing it for years. Isn't nature great! The only downside was that I came too fast. She knew it and said, "That's alright. Lots of guys can't control it. Maybe next time we can play together first." I was all in for playing.

At first, it didn't occur to me what she had in mind by playing. The next time wasn't at the cabin but in Alexis' bedroom. Her parents were away for the weekend and I was there for a sleepover. She dressed for the occasion borrowing her mom's garter belt and stockings and a lace babydoll covering, but not hiding, her tits. She gave me her dad's crotch-less briefs. It was a strange feeling wearing ordinary underwear with my cock and balls hanging out the front.

"Now we can play," she said.

Her hands were all over my groin, one cupping my balls, the other delicately touching my cock. Alexis used only her fingertips to lightly tease my cock-head while she went down on my balls to tease them with her tongue. I was determined not to cum although my precum was flowing like a river. I thought she would use it as lube to stroke my throbbing cock but instead, she lapped it up like a thirsty dog. When she sensed I was about to explode, she squeezed my cock hard as if to say, "Not now. Not yet."

Our sexual play continued when she sat on my face pulling her thong aside inviting me to eat her out. I did the best I could realizing how wet she had become. Her clit became erect and hard and she purred when I sucked it. All she said was, "Harder, Derrick. Do it harder."

Her rapid breathing and moans turned into a strong orgasm with shouts of, "Hurry, Derrick. Fuck me. Fuck me fast and hard!"

Her legs were stretched far apart when I plunged into her hot cunt. Alexis' hips gyrated and rose to meet my thrusts. Then it was over, too soon again, but with cum gushing out like a geyser deep into her hole.

She complimented me saying, "That was good, Derrick, so much better than our first time." I agreed.

After that, we played many more times in the cabin where sex became really really great.

But nothing lasts forever. She found someone new to play with. His name was Marius, an exchange student from France. I was devastated. Fortunately, my broken heart didn't last when I met Hanna. She was a sweet naive girl a year younger than me. She had almost no experience with sex, only to give great blowjobs. I showed her the ropes. At first, Hanna was afraid, then became a fast learner. Her pussy was so tight it took a lot of foreplay before I could get it in. Once inside her, it was heaven. We didn't have a secret cabin but we had my parent's van and made the best use of it.

So after my senior year, it was time for college with everyone going their separate ways. I wasn't college material but enrolled in a community college near my home. I narrowly survived the first semester doing a little better in the second. There were a few girls I dated but none seriously. Then the news arrived, devastating news. Four students were killed in a collision with a truck. Alexis was one of them after a fraternity party. The driver of the car she was in was drunk.

The funeral was on a drizzling day in April and the saddest experience in my life. Losing a friend at such an early age was having a very bad dream only to wake up to find it wasn't a dream. There were enough tears to flood an ocean; enough hugs to melt a glacier. Alexis' mom was holding it together the best she could. I was tongue-tied when facing her. She gave me a peck on the cheek thanking me for being there. I said I was sorry. She said, "Drop by the house and visit sometime." I didn't have the willpower to walk down the street to their house until months later.

By July, the hurt began to loosen its tenacious grip on me. Life was getting back to normal. I met Alexis' mom at the Fourth of July parade and once again she suggested I visit their home for a chat. It wasn't clear what she meant by a "chat" but I promised to make a visit. She asked, "How about Saturday night around eight?"

I nodded, "Okay, that will work,"

Saturday was a very hot July day and the evening wasn't much better. Angie, Alexis' mom, gave me a warm welcome at the door. It might have been my imagination but her hug wasn't quite the way my mom gave hugs. She asked what I wanted to drink. I asked for a Coke.

"You'll be twenty next month Derrick, how about a beer?"

"Fine," I replied, "but I'm not much of a beer drinker," which was almost true.

She smiled and said, "It's an acquired taste, Derrick, like older women."

Her older women comment gave me a jolt. What was she saying? Where was she going with that? I let it pass and took the beer.

Sipping a glass of wine, Angie sat on a barstool crossing her long slender legs across from me as I tried to relax on the sofa. She wore a short lavender skirt with a loosely fitting white scoop neck blouse. She was hotter than a day in July. I felt guilty for thinking of Alexis's mother as a sex object. After all, she wasn't my age. Yet, for the first time, I recognized her resemblance to Alexis. The similarity was eerie. Angie didn't look like someone's mom anymore. She was Alexis.

Angie asked me about my summer. I told her I worked at Dairy Queen on a part-time basis, mowed a few lawns, and tried to stay out of trouble. She asked who I was dating. My answer was vague since I hadn't had a date for a while. It was inevitable that the topic of Alexis would come up.

Angie brought it up first. "Derrick, when I see you here as a man, I think back to Alexis and you growing up together. I see you and I think of her. You two were like brother and sister but that changed in high school, didn't it?"

"I guess. We had a few dates."

"Maybe more than a few dates?"

"I guess."

"You're being evasive, Derrick," I said nothing.

"Look, Alexis' dad has taken her death very hard. He blames me for what happened. We've been separated for over a month now. He said Alexis was wild like me at her age. I know about you two in the cabin. I know what you were doing there."

My face flushed and I looked away.

"Don't be embarrassed, Derrick. I remember what it was like being a horny teenager. I was pregnant with Alexis at seventeen. It was an unplanned pregnancy and I decided to have the baby." Angie crossed her legs again without any effort to conceal that she wore no panties. "It's why we decided to have Alexis terminate her pregnancy. We wanted her to graduate from college."

I was stunned, speechless.

"Is there something you would like to tell me, Derrick?"

"Like what?"

"She said it was yours, Derrick."

Imperceptibly I said, "I didn't know."

That's when Angie sat next to me close enough to wrap an arm around my shoulders. "You are a good boy, Derrick. After what happened, I wish she had kept your baby. Maybe the whole accident would never have happened." Her hand rested on my thigh and she kissed me gently on the cheek. Our chat was beginning to take on a new meaning.

I turned to look at her. She put both hands behind my head and drew me to her lips. There was no turning back. We exchanged deep open mouth kisses. Her hand found my crotch; mine found her pussy. We played for a while like Alexis and I played in the cabin.

"Let's finish this in the bedroom," she said with a faint smile and took my hand leading me into her pleasure palace. I took her in my arms, not as Angie but as Alexis. She had my pants on the floor and hungered for my cock. I had never had such a great blowjob. Angie took my entire shaft down her throat without even a hint of a gag.

"My god, Derrick, you're hung. I need it badly. I need you. When I saw you at the funeral, I wanted you. Fuck me like you fucked Alexis."

I laid on her king-size bed; she undressed. Angie was beautiful with a twenty-something body. She pushed my head between her legs and pressed my hand into her steamy cunt. At first, she sighed with wails of satisfaction, then she cried out, not in agony, but in desperation as she approached an earth-shattering orgasm. "Oh my God. Fuck, oh my god. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Don't stop, don't stop!"

Now I was desperate, frantic with lust. My cock was throbbing in anticipation. I plunged all the way in with one deep thrust. She yelled out, "That's it, Derrick. Fuck me hard." Her hips gyrated and met each of my thrusts. She was so slippery wet, every thrust was deeper and harder than the last. My balls banged against her ass, my dick pulsed. I wanted it to last forever but nothing lasts forever. "Cum in me, Derrick. Cream me. Fill me with your cum."

Her wish was my command. Grunting, gasping and groaning, "Ugh, ahh, ahh, ahh," I flooded her with a summers' worth of potent sperm.

Our "chat" was over never to be repeated.

I was back in the classroom in September, living at home and struggling to get good grades. My mom said that our neighbors, Angie, and her husband, were back together and they were expecting their second child in April. I had to wonder ...