It was early in 1985. Ronald Regan has just been sworn in for his second term as President. The hottest movie in town was Beverly Hills Cop, starring Eddie Murphy. Families sat around the television to watch shows like Dallas, Dynasty, Cheers, and The Cosby Show. Home computers were rare and simplistic. New cars tended to be smaller, and imports from Japan hurt the American auto manufacturing effort. The 1984 Olympics ended in Los Angeles, and American women were still drooling over diver Greg Louganis.
Our story opens in a high school cafeteria on the Gulf Coast of Florida. In late February, the weather was already warm and getting warmer. Kids in public schools weren't allowed to wear shorts, but the restrictions on girls wearing pants or jeans had ended. Of course, there were no cell phones.
Sitting around their customary table was the group called 'The Quartet.' The set consisted of Charles Farrington III (the unofficial leader), Lincoln Hardcastle, Margaret Townsend, and Katherine Moffett. School students called them the quartet because they were always together. They thought of themselves as The Quartet because they sang together. The singers met on their first day in Chorus class. Now, they were Seniors and a tight-knit group.
There was nothing exceptional about their looks. At best, the four of them were average. You couldn't call the girls pretty, while the boys were far from handsome. They were… ordinary. Their brains set them apart from the rest of the student body. Charles would be the graduating class valedictorian. Katherine would easily be second to Charles. No one else was close to them. Lincoln was the unofficial school wiz in Math, having taken every math class offered and never making a grade below 'A.' He was a finalist in a national math contest. Margaret was Lincoln's equal in the Science department. She was easily the best science student in the school. And, of course, they had all taken different languages which they spoke fluently.
But their passion was music. Shortly after school began in 1981, the chorus teacher recognized their talent and assembled them as a singing group. They gelled immediately and started entering high school competitions. Charles sang bass, Lincoln tenor, Margaret sang alto, and Katherine was a soprano. Every time they sang in competition, the chorus teacher puffed out his chest and congratulated himself on being wise enough to discover their talent.
Today, as they sat around their table finishing lunch, Charles called them to order. "I have something I want to discuss today. Do you all have time to hear what I have to say?"
Lincoln grinned and looked at his watch. "Well, I was going to the gym to work out with the basketball team, but I guess that can wait."
Charles glared at Link, who frowned and said, "Or not."
He began, "I've been thinking about things seriously for several days now and have come to some conclusions I want to discuss." He looked around the table to see he had his friend's attention.
"Except for when we sing, we are social outcasts. We don't look like the other students. We don't dress like them or talk like them. To my knowledge, the only one of us who has ever had a date is Lincoln when he attended last year's prom with his sister."
Katherine asked, "Do you have a plan to change our situation?"
"I have come up with some things that I believe will help," he answered. Charles pulled a paper from his pocket and opened it. "First, I think we need to have more friendly names. For example, my name is Charles Benedict Farrington III. How could a name be stiffer than that? I'm going to suggest you now refer to me from now on as Charlie."
"Do you have a name for me?" Lincoln asked.
"I do," Charlie said with a nod. "I think you should become Linc. We don't have to change our names; just go with a shorter, friendlier version."
"What about me?" Margaret asked.
"I'm going to suggest Maggie. It's not any shorter, but it comes across as more light-hearted.
"Oh, I like that," Margaret said with a smile.
When he looked at Katherine, she frowned at him. "I don't disagree with your assessment of the situation, but I'll choose my own name. My grandmother has always called me Kate, and I've always liked it. My new name will be Kate."
"Excellent," Charlie said, knowing he had won the first round with the group. "Now, we need to start using those names around other kids. Let them hear us using nicknames. Many of them are afraid to be around 'straight-A' students. We have a superiority that makes them uncomfortable."
"Changing names can't be all your suggestion," Kate said.
"Correct. We need to adjust our clothing to be more like theirs. Linc and I wear trousers and leather shoes. Most of the Senior boys are wearing jeans and tennis shoes. I suggest that we dress down to their level."
"To be honest," Charlie admitted, "My stepmother always buys me fashionable clothes, but I just put them in the closet. Last week she got me a Members Only jacket. I initially rejected it, but I know that brand is very 'In' now."
"What about us?" Maggie asked.
"Your female classmates are mostly wearing jeans. I prefer the skirts you two wear, but they're not very popular. Some of the girls in school are showing off some fine rear ends. Maybe you should try it." Charlie could see that this topic was making Kate anxious.
"What's next?" Linc asked, wanting to change the subject.
"I guess I'd call it sex," Charlie replied. "Since we haven't done any dating, I'm guessing that none of us know anything about kissing. We need to develop some degree of familiarization with the topic before we can be conversant with it."
Linc chuckled. "I'll bet the boys at that table wouldn't even understand the words that you just spoke."
"How do you propose that we learn about this topic? Kate scoffed.
Charlie lowered his voice. "By kissing each other. We are two and two. We pair off and kiss. It's no different than running a scientific experiment. We do it until we are comfortable and confident in our abilities. It's something that people all over the world do daily. I would suggest it can't be too difficult. When we have our first occasion to kiss someone, we don’t want to come across as total goobers."
"Let's say I buy your suggestion," Kate said. "Where would we do this scientific experiment? Surely not here at school."
Charlie was feeling good at this point. He had anticipated the question and had an answer. "Linc lives just two blocks from the school. His parents work and don't get home on school days before 6:00. I propose we go to his house and practice there."
Linc tapped on the table. "That would work. What do you think, Maggie?"
"I'd be happy to try it," she answered with a grin. "I'm closer to you two guys than any other male I know. I think it might be fun. And, I agree we need some experience."
Charlie studied Kate's face. She was considering the idea but was still deciding.
"Would we be in the same room while experimenting?" she asked.
"Whichever way makes you more comfortable," Charlie said. "There aren't any rules. We can do anything we want. The idea is to gain some working knowledge so that when we are in the situation, we'll know what to do and how to react."
Kate's response came quickly. "When do you propose we begin?"
Charlie looked at Linc. "How about today?"
"The sooner, the better," Linc laughed. "Tempus fugit. Or as John Wayne would say, 'We're burnin' daylight.'"
After school that afternoon, Charlie took the group in his car to Linc's home. They entered the house through the kitchen door and stopped in the family room.
The four stood staring at each other for a long minute before Linc asked, "How do we start?"
"I hadn't worked that far ahead," Charlie said, scratching his head.
Maggie reached out to take Linc's hand. "Come on, Linc. Take me to your bedroom, and we'll leave these two here. We can get in a little practice and switch partners later."
Linc didn't hesitate. He pulled Maggie behind him into his bedroom.
Charlie turned to face Kate. "Now what?"
Kate slowly moved to Charlie, put her hands on his cheeks, and pulled him into a soft, tender kiss.
After a bit, Charlie moved away from her with a smile. "I think I like kissing."
"Me too," Kate said, pulling him back for another kiss. This one lasted longer and managed to get his blood pressure up. Again, he pulled away, saying, "That's nice."
"Then let's try it again. I think we're getting the hang of it."
This time, Kate put her arms around Charlie's neck and held him tightly. After a few seconds, she slipped her tongue between his lips and pressed her chest against his.
Suddenly, a bonfire broke out between them. Their passion exploded with pent-up lust. Charlie put his hands on Kate's ass cheeks, pulling her tightly against him, allowing her to feel his hard cock through his trousers. It was the most exciting thing she had ever felt and filled her with a boldness she had never known.
Kate stepped back, taking his hands and pressing them to her breasts. She saw the shocked look on his face but knew she wanted more. Pulling her shirt off over her head, Kate dropped it on the floor before unhooking her bra and dropping it. She looked into his eyes and saw a look of astonishment.
"Kate, those are amazing," he muttered.
"They're too big."
"No, not at all. They're beautiful."
"Show me you like them. Kiss them."
Like being pulled by a magnet, Charlie's mouth flew to a nipple. He kissed, licked, and sucked on it until Kate moaned.
He looked up. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she whispered and smiled. "My nipples are very sensitive. I once had an orgasm just by playing with them." She grinned. "Give me more."
Charlie returned to it, moving his mouth from one to the other.
Kate's head was spinning from the pleasure he was giving her. She put her hand behind his head and pulled him tighter to her breast.
Without really thinking about what he was doing, Charlie put one of his hands on her thigh, moving it up to touch her soft cotton panties.
When he pressed against her pussy, Kate gasped and whispered, "Yes, Charlie. Yes!"
Now encouraged, he began moving his fingers back and forth through the wet spot. Kate responded by unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. "Take my panties off," she directed. "I want to feel your fingers inside me."
After getting her naked, Charlie returned to torturing her breasts with kisses and soft bites. His finger slipped into her dripping wet hole, and she gasped again. Kate was almost giddy with the flood of feelings he was giving her. She pulled his head up, kissing him with great passion while he continued to finger her.
Kate almost screamed when her first orgasm washed over her. The muscles in her legs shook, and her arms locked around his neck. When Kate could focus her eyes on Charlie, she issued another order, "Get your clothes off." She supported herself on a chair while she watched him disrobe.
Charlie was somewhat hesitant. The only time anyone had seen him naked was in the showers at school. But seeing Kate naked and panting, he knew he wanted more of whatever came next.
When he stood naked in front of her, Kate's eyes fixed on his stiff cock. It felt large when pressed against her, but now it looked amazing. His rod was stiff and pointing at her. She moved slowly until she could wrap her hand around it and was amazed by its heat and stiffness. Kate stroked it and looked into his eyes. "Are we going to have sex now, Charlie?"
"Is that what you want, Kate?"
"More than anything," she whispered and kissed him without releasing his stiff cock.