It was the beginning of May. School would be out in a month. This was fourth period, the first one after lunch. I was sitting in study hall, cell phone in my lap and an open book on top of my chair-desk. Careful was the watch word. The monitor sitting at her desk in front was always on the lookout for phone use. She had been known to confiscate phones, sometimes for a few hours, sometimes till the next day.
I was determined to send the text I had been contemplating for two weeks, seriously contemplating for this week. Today was Friday; I had a now or never feeling.
Before entering the few necessary characters, thoughts of events from past years and recent months ran through my mind, thoughts of my Mom’s “talks” with me, thoughts of my brother, Craig, and his best friend since fifth grade, Lucas... especially thoughts of Lucas.
The first Mom “talk” was when I was eleven going on twelve. It was wonderful and uncomfortable at the same time. In her mind it was time for that mother-daughter talk about the facts of life, about how my body would change, about what the hormones I was already feeling would do to me—mentally and physically. She delved into the fact that soon I would have my first period, and everything that would entail.
She was so good, I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I really did not know how to react so I just listened and said, “Yes Mom” quite a bit.
The second “talk” was when I turned fourteen. The actual “talk” was during the summer before I started high school. This one was much more no-nonsense. The dangers of boys. The bad things that could happen if I “got carried away.” She really went into areas that first of all I already knew about and secondly had no intention of venturing into. But I had to admit she did have good points, and even though I felt we were both completely embarrassed, she carried it off in an almost businesslike manner.
As a result of that “talk” we agreed on several things. I promised to maintain my state of celibacy until at least sixteen. She promised that on my sixteenth birthday we would go together to get my driver’s license, get my belly button pierced–which I had been requesting for over a year–and go to the gyno doc to get on birth control. She insisted that the latter was not a permission slip, but rather a realistic protection for something she hoped I would delay until I felt I was really emotionally ready for all the changes that it could bring to a young girl’s life.
I kept my promise and she kept hers. The week before my birthday she told me that I would be taking a sick day from school the following Wednesday, February 2nd, my birthday, and we would do the three things she had promised. There had been no mention of our “talk” in the intervening years, except for my occasional whining about not being allowed to get my belly button pierced.
We left that morning to go to the drivers license office for the written and driving tests; I passed both with flying colors. Then it was off to a gyno doc appointment. I had been seeing her yearly since the first mother-daughter talk so I knew what to expect. The Depo shot was a new addition to the routine. I received her medical briefing on everything to expect as a result of being on the new medication and the importance of getting a shot every three months. Then we went to the piercing studio that I had picked, and my parents approved.
It was a pretty short visit. The iodine disinfection, a quick sharp pain from the needle, and then I had a red jewel in my navel with about a two inch intricate silver filigree dangle—I loved it! What Mom didn’t know was that there was another studio in town that carried more risque dangles. I had my eye on one that said, FUCK ME in bold black letters. She also did not know that I had already planned to celebrate my birthday on Friday with my boyfriend, Matt, after school at his house, before his parents came home from work. That was to be the end of my celibacy.
In the years leading up to my birthday many things had changed. My body for one. No longer the awkward, flat-chested girl, I now wore a 34C bra and had what I thought was the sexiest butt in the school. Within parental limits, I dressed to show myself off to maximum advantage. I know the yoga pants drove my dad crazy, but they were the in thing. He tried to ban them, but Mom intervened. She gave me some very meaningful looks, but agreed that I should be allowed to wear them.
The soccer and gymnastics that I had been involved with since I was ten had kept me fit and shapely. I could easily do the splits and my stomach was flat and strong. I had let my hair grow long. It was a natural golden brown that complemented my slightly olive skin and light brown eyes. I was not unaware of the heads that sometimes turned when I walked down a school hallway or through the mall. Part of it was good genes and part was my own hard work. I was sure my parents had planned the sport involvement to keep me as occupied as possible and also to give me good life experience.
On Thursday after school, I was able to buy the dangle with the bold black letters. It was hidden in the lining of my purse.
Matt was a year older and a grade ahead. I had been dating him for about two months. He was no virgin and really wanted me, but also understood and respected my promise, with the tacit understanding that soon after my birthday things would change.
He had been giving me more than occasional rides home after school; sometimes we stopped at his house. We played video games, listened to music and watched movies. Even with his promise he still tried, unsuccessfully, every move in the book to bend me to his will. He took every opportunity to remind me of what was coming up. It was becoming harder and harder to resist as I was very infatuated with him. In one way those two months sped by and in another it seemed like my birthday would never arrive.
That Friday he was giving me a ride home. We both had big, unspoken hopes for what would happen between leaving school and me eventually arriving at my house. I had previously given him a sneak peak at my shiny sliver dangle; the black one remained a secret surprise. I stopped in the bathroom and changed them before meeting him after school.
As I got in his car he said, “Sooo...”
I replied innocently, “Sooo?”
“Julia, you know you drive me up the wall don’t you?”
At my brief bathroom stop I had confirmed my feelings that my pussy was soaked. God I wanted this! I had heard a number of so-so or even disillusioned reports from other girls about their first time. I had tried very hard not to build this into something unreasonable. Nevertheless it was my first time, my special moment, and I was convinced it would be wonderful.
“Well let’s hope that you can knock down that wall in a manner most satisfying. Think you’re up for that?”
“I’ve up for that ever since we started going out! I swear to god, you have the best bod of any girl in that school. I see that smirk! And don’t think I missed the subtle accentuation of your tits. If you’re as ready as I’m hard, this afternoon is going to be outstanding!”
“Well then I guess you need to drive faster so you can find out,” I said as my grin got bigger. “Oh, by the way, did you see my new belly dangle?”
I pulled up my top as he looked.
“Jesus H. Christ!” was all he said as the car sped up.
Later, as we lay next to each other panting and sweaty from our recent wild exertion, I softly whispered, “Thank you Jesus.”
“What? Did you say something?”
“No sexy one. I must have moaned from our recent workout. God I loved this! Can I please have more? If you think you are up for it that is...”
I thought, for whatever reason, I was one of the lucky ones. He had made me cum twice. It was the single most exhilarating feeling I had ever experienced. It started deep between my legs, building slowly but surely towards that final moment when it took over my body. My moaning became a scream as my body jerked in uncontrollable waves of intense pleasure.
My mind came back to the present as I heard him laugh and say, “Hello. Anybody home?”
I knew what he wanted, what I wanted. Moving between his legs, I wrapped my mouth around him, bringing his cock fully back to life. He pulled me up to him and slipped back into me as his cream began to trickle out.
I was in charge this time and I loved it. Feeling a cock in me for only the second time was even better than the first. I went slow. I went fast. I moved forward and back. Anything to get that feeling, the excitement of his cock going in and out of me. I was driving myself to yet another orgasm. It hit, and I clenched his cock tightly as I kissed him deeply. This time I felt his pulsing stream gush into me. That just increased and prolonged my orgasm. What a milestone I had reached.
I looked at the time and blurted out, “Holy crap! Look at the time. I gotta get home. Love ya, love ya, love ya, but get me home. I’ll be right back. Get it together!”
I jumped in his shower for a quick cleanup, came out and threw on my clothes just as he pulled on his pants and shirt. We hit the car, and he got me home in record time. I grabbed my backpack and strolled into the house saying “Hi” to Mom as I headed for my room, hoping that sex was not stamped on my forehead.
“Hi dear. Did you have fun with Matt this afternoon?”
“Oh yeah. Usual stuff. You know he loves those video games, so we mostly did that. Also listened to a new album he had picked up. Something by the Crazy Crooked Crazies. Not really my thing, but he enjoyed it so you know how it goes...”
“Glad you had fun. Dinner soon.”
“Okay, I’ll be right down as soon as I change.”
Up to my bedroom where I dropped my pack and dropped to my bed, reliving the recent world changing event. God what a revelation! I knew I would never forget today, but I was already planning for when we could get together privately enough to do it again.
Pondering if Mom had ever had this experience, I took another quick shower and came down for dinner, once again feeling like I was a walking neon sign for sex. However the rest of the evening was normal with no remotely awkward questions. I later slept like a baby with the most pleasant dreams.
Matt and I did it as often as we could find the time alone, and that was quite a bit. After school was almost always available, and we got creative on the weekends.
It was not long after my sexual awakening that I began to see Lucas in a totally different light. He was my brother’s best friend. They had met in fifth grade when I was in third, eight years old. I was simply the overlooked younger sister that they occasionally found ways to make fun of or pull crazy jokes on. Now eight years had passed. Eight years of being the butt of their fun, when they even took the time to notice me.
Now they were both seniors while I was a sophomore. However since the beginning of this school year Lucas seemed to take a different view of me. Nothing had been spoken between us that would indicate any difference, but now he seemed to look at me differently. A few times I had a strong feeling he was checking out my boobs and butt when he thought I was unaware. Each time this happened I felt a tingle, a pleasing tingle. I would have given much to know his thoughts when I got that feeling.
I was no longer the gawky kid Lucas had met when he and Craig became buds. I had blossomed, as some would say, blossomed to my 34C’s for one thing. Lucas had also blossomed. Neither he nor my brother were the kids that goofed around, made fun of me and played video games for hours. Now they had girl friends. I suspected that they were way more than just “friends.” I was not ashamed to admit it to myself—I was majorly attracted to Lucas.
This attraction grew each time I saw Lucas, which was usually several times a week. He had grown into a very handsome guy, probably 6'1" with a very athletic build. He and my brother had both been on the wrestling team for four years. They won championships for the team. They were well known throughout the school.
I knew the type of girls he dated, the beautiful, sexy, captivating ones. As much as I liked my own looks, I knew I could not compete with girls two years older than me. Two teen years was huge in the world I lived in. Nevertheless, being as enchanted as I was, I threw caution to the wind and decided I would never know if I did not try. What was the worst that could happen? Lucas could politely tell me I was too young for him and I would smile as I dissolved inside and tried to never see him again.
Knowing I could not ask him out face to face, a text message seemed the only way. It had to be a bit cryptic, at least in the beginning. Even though I was determined to do this, I was apprehensive about the whole thing. With a very loose plan of how to respond to whatever he might say, if he even answered, I keyed in a message and hit send.
~~~~~ooOoo~~~~~
It was fourth period, and I was sitting in my U.S. Political History class when I felt the text vibration of my phone. Mr. Robinson was a stickler about phone usage, but I was super curious. My friends all knew this was a normal blackout time for me. I slipped the phone onto my lap and peaked. The caller ID was just a number, a number I did not recognize.
The message appeared: Hi sexy :)
So someone was either punking me or some girl was cautiously trying to make a connection. If it was a punk, I’d get them back sometime. If it was a girl, it deserved further exploration, but this was a bad time.
I quickly sent back: Hi back sexy, whoisthis, more next period :)
It vibrated again: ok, think about someone u know a long time and now u may think differently than in the past :)
This was a puzzle. The person on the other end was being very careful. A good punk or a girl being very subtle? A clever message that left me food for thought. It could be any number of people. I knew many people, some just in passing and some really well. My contact list was loaded with past and present friends, yet this number was not in it. The bell rang, and I was off to my next class, study hall. I would have plenty of opportunity to communicate.
In thinking about the message, I could not come up with anyone who would be a clear-cut match for the clue. There were possibilities, but to start naming them would both give away my thoughts and possibly insult or inhibit the sender.
I sent back: interested :) pls narrow down, another clue
Soon the phone vibrated again: someone recent u have possibly taken x-rated interest in that was not there before
This was not much more than the previous one. If this was not a punk, she was being very careful. She was obviously interested but felt she could not just say it. I took awhile to think about it. I actually liked mind games as long as they were fun, like this one, and not meant to hurt anyone. Thinking the sender was in that category, not wanting to hurt or be hurt.
