Chapter 4
Bobby was very concerned about Debbie. He was annoyed with her, too. He had been late, true, but he wasn't that late. She could have waited for him. But the idea that she hadn't been there when he left was a matter of concern for him.
He had stayed until late afterooon, and when she hadn't shown up, he finally went home. He was angry when he left, and didn't bother to think about any thing strange that might have happened to her.
He called her when he got home, however, even though he told himself that he didn't care where she was. He didn't want to admit to himself that he cared about her at all.
But her mother said that she wasn't home. She sounded a bit worried when she asked why she hadn't come home with him, he had lied to make her feel better.
"Oh, you see, Mrs. Marion, I didn't come home with her because I had to go someplace before. I mean that I had to leave before she was ready to go home."
"Well, she isn't home right now. I'll tell her that you called. You're sure that she's okay?"
"Oh, sure. She just met some other friends and she wanted to stay until they left."
"Okay. I'll tell her that you called, Bobby."
An hour after that, he was more than just angry. He was getting a little upset. There was no reason for Debbie not to be home. Not unless she had met up with some other guy and she was with him. That would be a good reason.
If she wanted some other guy, that was just fine with him. She could go and screw with anyone she wanted to. That was fine with him. He could go out and get some girl, too.
Bobby was sixteen years old, but he was a young sixteen. He was a nice kid, but he just wasn't that mature. He looked at things in a different way. He liked Debbie a lot and he wanted her to like him.
They had been going together for three months now. It seemed like a lifetime but it was actually only three months. It was right after school had come back after intercession.
He had liked her for a while before that, but she was going with one of the more popular guys in the class below him. He knew that he could step in, but he wasn't sure about his position with her.
Every girl liked to be going out with an older, upperclassman. That was better for the ego. Or that was what the girls seemed to pass around. Debbie was only a freshman, but she was pretty.
He thought that she was the prettiest girl that he had ever seen. He was simple and very honest with her. She was honest in a way that most people considered boring.
That was the problem in their relationship now. Debbie was annoyed with him. He could feel the undercurrent. She was getting bored and she was looking at other people when they were together, even.
That was bad, and that was one reason why he wasn't terribly worried when she didn't show up. Not worried, that is, in the effect that he did not suspect any foul play.
He was just angry and his ego was hurt. He had tried to make her feel that he cared, but he couldn't make her like him. That was something that he just could not do.
It was close to eight o'clock now, and he still hadn't had a call from her. He didn't want to call her back for two reasons. If she wasn't home, he didn't want to worry her mother, then, if she was out with someone and her mother knew about it, that would make him feel like a shit.
So, he decided to go out and hang around one of the soda shops for a while. At least, he could see some of the other guys. He could forget about that girl and have some fun, maybe.
He didn't want to find out what she was up to, really. He knew that he would find that out soon enough. Something in him dreaded finding out what it was that she was doing.
like most people, he didn't like being made a fool of. He didn't want to go to the local shop and find out that Debbie had been screwing around with some of the guys that he knew from school.
Bobby was in junior year. He was excited about being on the variety team and in volley ball. In the town's high school, volley ball was something exciting. It wasn't something silly, like at some other schools.
He was proud of himself and he was excited that Debbie was his girl friend. At least, she had been until today. She had always waited for him at that spot, and then after a day of fun at the beach, they would make love later on in the evening.
He walked towards the soda shop and looked around for her. She wasn't anywhere to be found and the annoyance and the resentment set in. He wanted to know where she was, and why she wasn't with him.
He was sulking around a bit when one of his friends, Harry, walked in. He was on the basketball team and he was probably the tallest guy in the whole school.
"How you doing, Bobby?"
"Okay. How about you?"
"Good. Great. I just got myself a new girl friend."
"What about Linda? You two had been going out for two years."
Harry looked back at Bobby and he put on this superior face. He was mugging it and Bobby could see it. He felt awful when he heard the words that his friend spoke.
"Linda? She was getting on my nerves. She was getting so damn, well, high and mighty. I gave her her walking papers."
"Oh, yeah? What's your new girl friend like?"
"Really something. She is really something."
Harry talked about his new girl friend, Sam. Her name was Samantha, but she liked to be called Sam. She was really neat. But the look in his eyes showed the hurt at having been dumped by his former girl friend.
It was very clear that Linda had given him the gate. He had seen her giving the eye to some other guy and almost everyone knew that she had been looking around.
Suddenly, the reality of his own situation hit him. He wondered if it had been obvious to everyone but himself that Debbie was looking around. He felt foolish and very angry at her.
The hurt had its place, but he felt the anger that one feels at being made a fool of. He wanted to punch out at something. He wished that he could punch Debbie for the embarrassment that she caused him.
He imagined that everyone knew about her transference of affections and that they were laughing at him or pitying him. He figured that he was the laughing stock of all.
He talked to Harry, but he was numbed. Suddenly, he didn't care about Debbie any more at all. He didn't care if he ever saw her again. He didn't care if she fell into a big hole and they could never get her back again.
However, as he was hating Debbie, he started to look around him. He was in the mood for some revenge. He could have any girl that he wanted. He could have the prettiest girl around, prettier than Debbie.
He noticed that Evelyn, one of Debbie's fringe friends, was sitting at the counter with one of the other girls that he didn't know. He decided that he was going to make some new inroads before he was dumped.
He figured that he had been dumped, already, but his ego wanted to feel that he had done it first. For one brief moment, he imagined Debbie lying in a heap someplace and then, he quickly cleared his head.
"Hi, Evelyn. How's it going?"
"Fine, Bobby. Say, where's Debbie?"
"Oh, she went someplace. Some silly thing, I think. I don't know."
He was trying to be very nonchalant, but he wasn't being very successful. He was coming on very much like the spurned lover that he was. He was making himself sound almost pathetic.
However, Evelyn recognized it and she felt sorry for him. She didn't feel any attraction for him, especially, but she wasn't dating anyone and she was glad for his company.
"Oh, well, it's nice to see you."
"Having some soda?"
"Sure. But you can buy me another one, if you're rich enough."
She was teasing him, but it was the kind of banter that kids go through surely as the swan dances on the water during mating. It was their mating dance. She carried it on in a superlative manner.
They both laughed and then they ordered twin sodas. He began to fee! less concerned about Debbie and didn't think that much about her while they were having fun at the counter.
However, time did move on and it was getting close to nine o'clock. He could stay out late enough, but he didn't know about Evelyn. He didn't exactly just want to walk home and go to bed.
Nevertheless, he didn't know how to make the approach. He wanted to have someone else to be with, but he didn't know the particulars. He was far from a very astute ladies' man.
"I guess that I better get on home. I was going to walk home with one of the other girls, but they left already."
The response on his part was immediate. He didn't hesitate for a moment.
"Oh, hey. I'll walk you home. I kept you here this late, didn't I?"
"No, you didn't. I wanted to be here with you."
'That's awfully nice of you to say, Evelyn."
"It's the truth. I enjoyed the entire time." They left the shop and walked in the direction of her house. She didn't live that far from him and the evening was pleasant. The stars were out and the moon showed itself just a little bit.
Somehow, on the way home, his hand brushed hers and then she took hers away. Then, her hand brushed his, and finally, somehow, they both touched and opened at the same time.
He hadn't offered his hand and she hadn't officially accepted. They merely slipped into the contact. It made both of them feel very good. They were coming together of their own wills. It was not a contract.
Once they had made contact, they both felt freer. They talked very fast about everything. They looked at each other and laughed at nothing at all. This was a part of the mating dance.
Somehow, the blocks seemed shorter than usual. Somehow, before he knew it, they were at her house. He didn't want to say goodbye to her at all. He wanted to keep talking to her and keep holding her hand.
"I guess that I better go on in. It's getting kind of late and my parents get strange about it."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. I mean they don't do anything to me. I mean, that they just hassle me for staying out late. They say that they worry. I can't argue against that, can?"
"No. Anyway, you know that they love you."
"Yeah. Well, I guess that I better go in, then."
She looked at Bobby in the moonlight and she wanted to make it more formal than that. They had started something that had not existed for them. They had known each other for some time, but they never talked and spent time like this.
Basically that was because he was Debbie's boyfriend. They just didn't do something like that. It was like stealing. So, she didn't bother to horn in on her girl friends' guys.
Evelyn was pretty, but she wasn't very aggressive. She didn't know how to ask a boy out or to make him notice her. She had been the one who was surprised when Bobby had come over earlier in the evening.
That was one reason why it was all the more special for her. She hadn't been through a whole string of boyfriends. She was still easily impressed and she was very much impressed with Bobby.
He was older than she was and he was nice to her. He was varsity. Even though it wasn't the football team, he was varsity, all the same. She didn't mind that very much at all.
Bobby didn't want to go, either. He had established the contact and he had really enjoyed himself. He had enjoyed being with her and touching her. She was so very different from Debbie.
Debbie was a flirt. She was always saying something or doing something to get some attention for herself. Of course, Bobby didn't mind giving her that attention because it usually got him laid for the night.
And he didn't like her. He had wanted her to be his girl friend for some time. That counted for something. But, she was just so much louder than Evelyn. He found that he didn't feel threatened with Evelyn. He didn't have to do anything big for her.
"Maybe I could see you tomorrow, Evelyn. I-"
"Hey, that might be a lot of fun. What would we do?"
"Oh, go to the beach or something like that. How does that sound?"
"Great. Maybe, we could go on a picnic. I'll pack us a lunch."
He was happy that she accepted so eagerly. It made him feel very good to have her do that. She had accepted him this way, too. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to be with him enough to accept a date.
He knew that he should walk away and leave her now. He should not linger much more. She would think that he was a real schlump. Really. He had to get on away from her. But he didn't want to.
"I guess that I better let you get to bed. I can pick you up early if you want."
"Sure. How about nine o'clock?"
"Great. I'll see you then. I'll bring the soda. Okay?"
"Okay."
They were both lingering too long. She didn't want to go into the house and he didn't want to leave her there. They both fought against the instinct that told them to stay together-Evelyn wasn't used to having dates at all. This was something so super that she would stay up all night making sandwiches and folding napkins so that he would be impressed.
All he had to do was reach out and she would kiss him. That was all that he had to do. She hadn't been kissed by many boys. And she wouldn't mind it from him. He was nice and she wanted to have him kiss her.
She figured that she would frighten him off, but she wanted to kiss him. So, just as she was about to go into her house, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight, Bobby."
She turned to run into the house. She didn't want to know what he was going to do. How would he react to what she had done? Instead, she felt him pulling her back.
Bobby planted a kiss on her lips. It was light, but lingered for a moment more than just a friendly little kiss. Evelyn didn't resist him. She let him kiss her and she leaned into him just a little.
Their bodies touched only briefly, but that was enough for the both of them. In Evelyn's mind, she had been touched passionately and she felt herself going up in flames.
Bobby felt the tips of her breasts rub against his shirt and he almost saw his own stars. He was horny from not meeting Debbie and from the frustration and hurt that he felt.
However, Evelyn stopped the kiss. She broke from it. It wasn't the right thing to do. She didn't know whether her mother might be looking from the living room or something like that.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay."
"Yeah. Goodnight."
She turned around then and walked into the house. She was floating. She was thrilled by what she had experienced. It was more than she could handle while she talked to the boy.
Bobby watched her disappear into the house and he turned to the street again to walk himself home. He was getting a strange feeling in his stomach. He didn't know what it was.
He hadn't ever been really infatuated before. Sure, he liked Debbie. He liked her a lot, but he didn't flip over her like this. He never felt this way when he screwed Debbie. And he had only kissed Evelyn.
The breeze felt cool and wonderful to him. He didn't care how hot it was in reality. He was feeling just wonderful. He was going to see her the next day and that was just wonderful to him.
But there was something inside his crotch that was nagging at him. He didn't actually feel the blood rushing into his penis at first. He didn't know that he was getting a hard-on.
However, by the time that he got home, he could hardly walk. He was so up that he quickly made his way to his room. He didn't want his mother to see him like that.
Once he was in his room, he tried to get it down. He didn't know what to do. He was hot and he didn't know how to handle it. It was usual that he got his fill with Debbie. He wasn't used to handling things for himself.
He paced up and down his room, trying to think of the things that he should do and how he should feel. But all that he could think of was how his groin was aching.
He couldn't help the feeling. He couldn't help how he felt. He had to do something about it. The feeling was more than he could handle. He knew that he should get undressed and go to bed, anyway.
He undressed quickly and stood in front of the mirror in his room. He had fought his mother when she wanted to put it there. She said it was about time that he learned how to groom himself.
Now, however, he was glad that it was there. He looked at his strong naked body and especially at the strong protuberance from between his strong thighs.
He put his hand around the thick staff and closed his eyes in pleasure as the feeling flooded through his brain. He tightened his own grip on his cock and groaned.
He was so hot that he thought he might burst right there. He did not have the stamina to wait for very long. He didn't know how long he could maintain his cool.
He looked at his image again and he opened . his mouth in sheer ecstasy. He didn't recognize the extreme pleasure that he was feeling. He had not been used to such frustration in his sexual life. He was used to making it regularly and the pressure in his scrotum was more than he could deal with.
Bobby squeezed his cock tight and ran his hand up and down the shaft. He grunted as the wave of pleasure washed over his entire body.
He was going crazy. He wanted to feel his come burst out of his cock.
He began to work his hand over his swollen shaft. He managed to squeeze his cock so that some of the cream came out at the small opening in the head. He dipped his own finger into it and rubbed it all over the soft, swollen head.
Then he fell into the pattern. He could not delay his pleasure any longer. He could not manage, to stave off the aching in his balls. He had to get it out.
He closed his eyes and jacked his cock steadily. He was breathing hard and he didn't stop for a rest once. He was tied into the rhythm and he couldn't stop for anything short of a catastrophe.
The pressure built in his balls and he strove to relieve the pressure. He wanted to shoot his come all over the walls and the mirror. He wanted to see it all over everything. He was in a very basic mood.
The cock he was handling was red and swollen. The veins showed angrily at the sides of his cock. He was bigger than he usually was. The sexual starvation for the time and the emotional frustration caused the condition.
The added fact of the new intrigue with Evelyn was something else to be considered. He thought about Evelyn and her trim body.
He thought about undressing her. The idea of her naked in front of him drove him higher.
He thought about undressing her on the beach and giving it to her right away. He wanted to make her take it right away. But there was more than that, however.
He thought of the feeling in his stomach when he had held her hand and when they had kissed so very briefly. He was taken by the emotional feelings running through his young head.
The combination was more than he could handle at one time. He was too high to stop. He was imagining the tightness of her pretty cunt all around his cock when he felt the cream building up in his cock. There was no way to stop now.
He worked his hand faster and he panted as the strain tore at his body. Even though he was young and healthy, his heart pounded in his chest and his breath was very labored.
He sought his release and didn't care about anything else. He had to make it right away. He was thinking about Evelyn then. He was sticking his cock into her pussy.
He stabbed her and she screamed. He was making her take it and she was wrapping her arms around his back. She humped her legs and threw herself up against him. She couldn't take any more of it.
In his mind, the fantasy went on and on. It was more than either of them could take. She was crying out and screaming for him to make her come. That was the way she was.
Evelyn screamed out and she started to come. He could feel the hotness of her tight pussy and he couldn't take it any more. He screamed out.
In reality, the boy jacked himself furiously and he grunted and rocked back and forth as the spunk started through his cock.
'Take it. Take it. Ahhh!"
He was lost in the fantasy. But the orgasm that he experienced was real enough, and the pleasure was real enough, as he worked his hand over his spewing cock. It was more than enough when he squirmed and screamed to himself.
The gobs of cream spattered the mirror and the floor directly in front of the mirror. He opened his eyes at one point and saw the erdtic picture of his cock spewing and shooting his come all over the mirror image.
He felt the last burst of come stream from him and the energy drained from his young healthy body. He felt completely enervated. It was just too much for him.
He made it to the bed, but just barely. He was totally drained of his energy. He sank onto the bed and panted to get his breath back. He had to get back to normal.
However, the wonderful release had been achieved and he couldn't think of anything else for the night. He had released his energy and the tension that he felt had dissipated. He was fine.
As he sank into a deep sleep, he didn't think about the white come on the floor. He didn't think about shooting onto his mirror image. He had had the most terrific come that he could imagine.
He found it hard to believe that he had experienced such pleasure at his own hand. He couldn't believe that the stored sexual energy could explode so very magnificently.
However, Evelyn had been the catalyst and he knew it somewhere in the back of his head. He wanted to spend more time with her. He wanted to get to know her really well.