Chapter 2
That someone special was named Chris, and he was the first guy I ever balled. I met him at the beach that summer, and I really flipped for him the first time I laid eyes on him. His reaction was likewise.
Joanie, Linda and I went to the beach quite often that summer, despite whatever my mother's protests might be. Man, she just couldn't get behind anything I did then. She was forever accusing me of making it with guys, even though I wasn't, telling me that I shouldn't wear my bikini to the beach because guys would want to rape me and all that kind of crap. But I'd learned, like so many teenagers, to tune her out most of the time.
Since all of us girls were too young to drive, we'd usually coax Joanie's boyfriend, Dave, into driving. I don't think he liked the idea too much, preferring to spend some time alone with Joanie. But even though Joanie was going steady with him and dug him a lot, she was still in tight with our little clique, and told him just the way things were. So off we'd go to the beach in Dave's VW.
Sometimes Linda and I, and maybe some other girl would hitch a ride to the beach, when Dave wasn't available. Of course, we'd never tell our folks, as they would have freaked out. We never had any trouble though, even though we'd get a ride with an old geek who wanted to fondle us. But we could usually handle these dudes.
The day I met Chris, we'd gone with Dave -Joanie, Linda and I. It was about mid-summer, and I was really proud of my tan. I was filling out pretty well, and I really looked bitchin, if I do say so myself, in my skimpy blue bikini. I wasn't really too much into swimming in the ocean, but I dug soaking up the rays, so I'd just go wading in for awhile, then go back to my blanket and soak up the sun.
I was lying there on the Santa Monica beach then, looking up to watch the surfers from time to time, talking to the girls above the blare on the radio when this football comes bouncing over atop my tummy.
I looked up, a frown on my face, trying to see where it came from. Just then, this blonde guy with a deep tan, comes tromping up, kicking sand in his wake. My anger disappeared- at least my real anger as I took this dude in. He was the best-looking guy I'd ever seen. Still, I resolved to give him a bit of static, if not to bug him, to attract more attention to little old me.
"What's the matter, can't you catch?" "Sorry," he smiled, gesturing over his shoulder to his friend down the beach. "Bad throw." "Blame it on the other guy," Joanie piped in.
I wanted to nudge her to shut up. Didn't want her to take the guy's mind off of me. Luckily, she hadn't. His eyes were undressing me.
"I'm glad old Kerry's got bad aim," he continued. "There's a lot of things I'd rather do than play football."
"Like what?" I challenged him.
"Like getting to know you better," he said, turning to toss the ball back to his partner.
"Get lost!" I heard Linda taunt from over the radio.
I wanted to choke her, but when I saw that he took the ribbing without batting an eye, I was encouraged.
"Does she do your speaking for you?" he nodded in Linda's direction.
"What do you think?" I smiled at him, wanting to get to know him, but at the same time not wanting to alienate my friends with whom I felt really tight.
"I think you're outasight," he grinned, flopping down beside me, balancing on his tightly-muscled arm, thus avoiding a direct answer, but managing to deliver a compliment to me all the same.
"Wow, dig that," Joanie teased.
But she soon turned to tossing her compliments to Linda and Dave, seeing that I was interested.
After a couple of minutes of shooting the shit, he exchanged a power grip, newly in vogue, with Dave. I could feel my heart lumping in my throat as I talked with him, feeling like I never had before with a guy.
"Hey, man," came a distant shout. "Are you gonna play football, or what?"
The guy who was sitting with me, his name was Chris, just waved his buddy over. It was obvious that he was interested in me.
His friend came over, a guy named Kerry, who was shorter and stockier. Nevertheless, it seemed that he and Linda hit it off pretty well, but as he sat and talked, his options narrowed by Chris's decision to rap with me, I was pretty unaware of anything else besides Chris.
I learned that Chris was fifteen, but very advanced in the ways of the world for his age, at least for back then ... well, I guess it really wasn't all that long ago, but it seems like it to me. He lived in Santa Monica and was just entering high school. Not that I really cared about all that stuff. I was more interested in his body. It's the first time I can remember being sexually stimulated from just looking at a dude.
In short, whatever it was, he had it.
He finally mentioned that he was hungry, and asked us if we'd like to go get something to eat. I wasn't thinking about food, but I just wanted to go along with whatever it was he had in mind. I figured he just wanted to go grab a hot dog on the pier or something, a short walk away, but he started rapping with Kerry about us piling into Kerry's car.
Kerry eyed Linda, and she looked at me to see if it was O.K. with me. I could see that she was getting on pretty well with Chris's friend.
"Well, it's just that we're with ..." I began, motioning to Dave and Joanie.
"Go on," they assured us, Dave continuing. "But don't be too long. The sun'll go down in a couple of hours, and we'll be heading back."
"That's cool," Kerry piped in. "We can take you on home after we eat. I mean if that's cool with you girls."
"Sure," I rushed, not wanting Linda's indecision to ruin my chances of getting it on with Chris. While she was taken with Kerry, I could see she wasn't as into him as I was into Chris, and besides, she often has trouble making up her mind about things being a Libra.
"It's all the way to the Valley," Linda reminded him, just to make sure they realized it.
"That's cool," Kerry said. "I've got my old man's Pontiac and a full tank."
It was settled. We gathered up our things, brushing off the sand. I slipped a pair of levi's and a blouse on over my bikini, and Linda did likewise. As we bade farewell to Dave and Joanie, I could tell that Dave was happy that he wasn't exactly all broken up over our parting. Not that he didn't get along with Linda and me, it was just that he got along with Joanie better, for obvious reasons. Now they'd have the chance of maybe pulling off in some remote canyon spot on the way back and getting off a good screw.
Speaking of good screws, I had the idea in my mind. I don't know why, but I was just itching for Chris to put some moves on me. Like I've said, I hadn't gone all the way with a guy up till then, but I'd been thinking about it for some time and had pretty well decided that I wouldn't exactly turn the proposition down if the right guy struck my fancy. And Chris was just the guy. I just hoped that he would be as forward in the car as he had been on the beach.
We piled into the car, a big roomy Pontiac, and Chris and I got the back seat. I got an immediate premonition that this just might be my lucky day when Chris slid over right next to me and draped his arm casually around my shoulder as Kerry started the car.
"Where to?"
"It's up to you," Chris answered, turning his attention towards me. It was obvious that he hadn't been all that interested in food at all, but was merely using it as a ruse to get us onto the next stage.
Although I usually would have brushed a pass like this off, I was so turned on onto Chris, I didn't want to do anything to discourage him. The next thing I knew, he was crushing his warm lips to mine and I responded by sticking my tongue into his mouth. We pushed against each other in the rocking back seat, Frenching steadily, vaguely aware that Kerry was asking more directions.
Finally Chris broke off our lip-lock and asked in a somewhat bemused manner, "What are you yammering about up there, Man? Can't you see we're busy?"
"Sorry," his friend blurted, looking into the rearview mirror. "I just was wondering where we should go."
"Anyplace," Chris answered, winking at me. "Try a Jack-In-The-Box or something."
As he moved back towards me, I caught a glance at Linda. Seeing how quickly I was getting it on with Chris, she scooted a few inches closer to Kerry.
We resumed making out as Kerry wheeled the car through the streets of I don't know where. I was too hung up making out with Chris in the back seat to know or care. He got pretty aggressive, running his hands up and down my sides, and I'd put up a couple of token gestures of resistance, maybe putting my hand on top of his for a second, just to let him know I wasn't easy. That was very important in those days, even if you were easy.
The ride came to a halt all too soon, and I had to get it together and order a bonus burger or something like that, although I really wanted to order something Jack couldn't deliver. I hardly touched my food, although Chris ate like a wolf, so I let him finish my hamburger for me.
After we finished, Kerry started beating around the bush about what we should do ... it was apparent that he and Linda were not off to such a fast start as we were, although they were obviously attracted to each other.
"Let's head for the house ... the one up off Mulholland," Chris put in.
"Yeah... but," Kerry tried to put in, but Chris cut him off, asking if we'd like to go. Of course, I agreed, and Linda had to go along whether she wanted to or not.
The house turned out to be a secluded one in the Hollywood Hills that was under construction. It was some distance from neighboring houses and hidden from view from the main road behind a small hill. The driveway dipped down the side of the hill crest, giving a nice view of the now night-shrouded city. In short-it was an ideal spot for people in search of privacy, like kids who couldn't do things like that in their own homes. Otherwise-us.
Linda and Kerry seemed somewhat nervous about the whole thing, even though they were sitting sort of close together. In the meantime, Chris and I were making out to beat the band in the back seat. He was really pawing me up in the darkness, and I was doing little to discourage him, my tongue lashing out to meet his.
I was really getting a hot feeling inside my guts, a stronger one than I'd ever felt before with any other guy or even when I jerked myself off. Linda and Kerry were kissing too, as I could notice from the corner of my eye, but I was really too involved to find out what was happening. Chris had worked his hands up under my blouse and was massaging my titties, making them all hard.
After fooling around a little bit longer, I was practically jumping off the seat, my own hands running up and down his smooth body as I kissed him. He was getting pretty worked . up, the light hair standing up on his legs. He'd merely slipped on a tee shirt and was still wearing his trunks as it was a pretty warm night. From the bulge in his swim trunks, I knew he was getting as worked up as I was.
Suddenly he pulled back and cleared his throat loudly, and then did it a second time.
I figured it must have been some kind of prearranged signal from Kerry's response.
"Er... how about we take a look around the place?" he asked Linda.
Linda looked around at me, not sure what to do. But when I gave her a nod, letting her know that I too wanted this privacy, she agreed.
As soon as they left, I turned back to Chris.
"How many girls have you guys brought up here ? You've got it down to a fine art."
"Oh, a few," he answered cockily, bending down to kiss my neck. "Old Kerry never scores -too shy or something, but he makes out a little. He's alright though. Always can score the car from his dad."
I wasn't interested in hearing any more about the way he used his friend as transportation for scoring girls. I was too horny.
"Well, you'd better do a nice job tonight," I told him. "This is my first time, and I want it to be good."
"You're kidding?" he told me, not quite sure if I was putting him on or not.
"Straight," I assured him, a little surprised at just how forward I was being about the whole thing. "And if you don't believe it, just find out for yourself. But be gentle, lover. Don't hurt me."
A quick flash of apprehension went through me when I realized just what I was giving away to a guy I'd only known for a few hours. But just looking at him made me realize that I'd be gaining more than enough to compromise for whatever imagined thing I might be losing.
He was to prove to be a good first choice for me. He slowly began to unbutton my blouse, encouraged by the fact that I'd consented for him to be the first one. He blew in my ear, making my skin prickle with desire. He slipped my blouse off my shoulders and kissed one softly, his fingers moving around behind me to loosen my bikini top. That took about half a second, and once it fell away, he cupped my breasts in his hands and let out a soft whistle. While they weren't as big as they are now, they still were more than most thirteen year olds have.
"Mmmmmmm-nice," he said, dipping his head down to take a nipple into his mouth.
Other guys had been allowed to do this before, but none of them did it like Chris. They'd just slobber and chew too hard, but Chris had been around. He was really gentle, rolling my nipple around between his pressed lipe, bobbing it in and out with his tongue. I grabbed his head tightly and held him close, chills racing through me.
"Ohhhh-ahhhhhh!" I moaned.
Once he had worked both nipples up to the hardest point of excitement, he began to run his mouth down to my navel, causing me to squirm all the more. I tried to stimulate him as much as possible with my hands, but in my position it was hard to do much more than rub my hands up and down his sides, to massage his neck and head.
The windows of the car were beginning to fog up even though it was summer. His hands began working around my hips, and he finally was able to find the snaps of my jeans and they opened with a popping sound. Offering no resistance, I raised my hips off the seat so that he could slide my jeans and then my panties down my legs. Even though the air was warm, the sensation of it against my bare thighs caused my skin to break out in hundreds of goose bumps.
I was sort of shocked when he continued his oral explorations down in my pubic area, never having a boy do that to me before. But any mental objections I might have had melted away when I felt the fires dancing inside me as a result of his licking tongue's efforts.
"Jesus... oh, shit," I cried as his tongue slipped into my groove.
I practically smacked my head against the car window when I felt him working at me with his mouth and tongue. I'd never felt anything in the world like this before and it was about to drive me insane. He was real gentle and deliberate, unlike the guys I'd been used to.
"Ahhhhhhhh," I moaned as his tongue struck my clit.
I was getting all creamy down there. It really felt so fucking great. My mind went wandering through all kinds of crazy byways, flashing on and off like lights, fantasy figures of mine: Donovan, Donato Paduano, George Harrison, Adolph Hitler... or was it Menjou? It didn't matter. I just felt like I was ready to burst from the way his lips were sucking away at my love button.
While I was eager to get onto the real thing, I realized that I wouldn't be able to wait for him to slip his prick to me before I came. My heart raced wildly as he continued to suck on my clit, and my stomach rippled in spasms. Clutching him by the hair, I finally let go.
"Oh, I'm coming... I'M COMING!"
It was the greatest thing that'd ever happened to me. I lay back against the seat for a few moments, my bangs sticking moistly to my forehead, until I got my bearings back. When I'd regained my composure, I noticed that Chris had slipped his trunks off, exposing his stiff cock. I'd never seen a hardon before, although I'd felt a couple of them through guy's pants, and it was awesome.'
"Like to give it a try?" he asked.
I thought he meant a fuck, but he then explained that he'd like me to give him a blow job first. I swallowed hard, staring at his big prick. As diplomatically as possible, I told him that I'd never given head, and that maybe I'd try it later, that I wanted to ball first. Actually, the thought of taking that big thing in my mouth was pretty scary to me;
Chris didn't seem too upset with my reluctance, so he had me spread out along the car-seat, anxious to get his cock inside something so he could get his jollies.
"It's not so hard," he said, mentioning performing fellatio, not the state of his cock. "Let me show you how to make it, then we can get into other things."
I wasn't being a prude about it, it's just that it scared me. Yet, I was grateful that he wasn't pressing me, and was being gentle in the manner he was carrying this out.
He lifted up so that I could spread out underneath him. My head was still reeling from my first orgasm, but I was more than eager to get it on. Having already resolved my guilts about getting laid for the first time, the only fear I had was that it would hurt, having heard exaggerations from some girls about this.
"Be gentle," I reminded him as he lowered his tan body over mine.
"Don't worry," he assured me. "Haven't I been so far?"
I had to agree. He eased himself over me, and I spread my legs wide to give him better entry, my heart beating in anticipation. He grabbed his stiff cock in one hand and pushed it gently into my pussy. I felt a sudden sharp pain as it went in and let out a hiss, but he kept pushing, a bit more softly now.
It hadn't been as bad as I had expected. And then he began moving his cock slowly in and out, the mixed blood and juices of my pussy lubing his cock. The pain began to pass, replaced by the good feeling of his loving. I wrapped my arms around his back, and pulled my legs up over his thighs, rocking my hips up off the seat to keep pace with his steady fucking. He breathed heavily as he slipped the meat to me, his face close to my ear.
As he moved in and out more quickly, I felt my insides going crazy with desire. He suddenly stiffened, the car's rocking dying down, then pushed it in harder and faster, hot squirts of jizz shooting inside me. I felt myself going crazy as he shot his last loads into me, then gave into my second come of the night, beating on his back with my fists. I was no longer cherry.