Chapter 3
The rest of the school year went by agonizingly slow. I had made up my mind, on my own, that I would forget about athletics until the following year. I wanted very much to play as many sports as I could, but I decided that I would be better off taking care of the business of schoolwork first and leaving the pleasure of athletics until later.
I sat out the rest of the year on the sidelines. I took in as many sporting events at the college as I could and I gave my full support to all the teams, moral and otherwise.
I finally managed to straighten out my grades and by the end of the year, I was back in good standing at the college. This left me free to concentrate once again on the main reason that I was there.
Over the summer, I came home on vacation. I had been writing to my folks to let them know how I was doing, but I never told them very much about what was going on. About the only thing they found out about the whole school year was that I had made the football and basketball teams and my prowess on both and that I had received satisfactory grades.
My folks always were very liberal and this was good enough for them. As long as I was doing what was expected of me and I wasn't getting into any trouble that was good enough for them.
I played a lot of baseball and basketball that summer, to keep in shape. And I kept in shape a lot of other ways, too. A new boy had moved down the street from my family and I decided as soon as I found out that he was there that I had to get to know him.
I saw him on the basketball court one day. He was standing around by himself, shooting baskets. I figured that the best way to introduce myself would be to go over and challenge him to a game of one-on-one.
I walked over to him and said, "Wanna play me a game?" as innocently and sweetly as could be. He looked over at me as if to say "Are you nuts?" and he laughed. He didn't say anything and after a moment I wondered if he was shy or shocked.
Finally I said, "Well? Do you or don't you?" This seemed to wake him up a bit. I guess he hadn't believed me.
I took the ball from him and took a few shots. When I made them, he looked at me as if he wished he hadn't gotten himself into this. I smiled at him and looked at his long, black hair and blue eyes. He was gorgeous.
We started the game. He let me have the ball first, because it was only natural that ladies go first. That was his first mistake.
By the time he got the ball I was winning, 12-0. He was clearly in a state of shock.
I ended up beating him, 21-10. I must have really taken him by surprise.
After the game, I said "My name's Ann, what's yours?"
It took him a while to get over the way I had beaten him, but he finally managed to blurt out, "Earl. Earl Williams."
He seemed either very shy or really upset over the way I had beaten him. I asked him what the matter was and he finally confessed that he had never seen a girl who could play as well as I.
"Not one who looked as good, anyway," he added.
We quickly became good friends and I invited him to dinner at my parent's home that evening.
He showed up and we all had a pleasant conversation over dinner. My parents really liked him and my brothers did too. We all talked about sports and the fact that we both played for our respective schools' basketball teams. We both had a lot in common and I was taking a real liking to him.
After we finished dinner, he asked me if I would like to go to his house to meet his parents. I agreed and I must say that they were two of the nicest people I had ever met. I had the feeling that Earl and I were going to have a really good relationship.
It wasn't the kind of thing that I had been used to. I would meet a boy and there would really be nothing to the relationship other than to fuck and say see you later.
But Earl was different. He was pretty hip, but he wasn't the kind of guy that you would call a swinging single. He wasn't a homebody, either, but he wasn't the kind of guy who always wanted to run around here there and everywhere. He was more the marrying kind, the kind that would have every woman in the neighborhood jealous of the woman that he married.
I decided, in the passing days, that I wanted to get to know him a little better. He hadn't tried to rape me on the first day that I met him and that pleased me a lot. He seemed like he was about a hundred grades above the rest.
On one particular warm Friday evening, they were having a dance at the neighborhood community center. I had told him to come by to pick me up at about eight o'clock and he did. We got in his car and drove over there.
I had not had sex with anyone since I had left school, about a month before. Believe me, it was driving me up the wall, but I had been holding out, hoping for the next one to be a real good one. And on this Friday night, I knew that I had found a real good one.
We went to the dance and believe me, I was the envy of every girl there. It became obvious that Earl had had quite a few female friends and admirers there and they were all coming by to greet him and to sneer at me. They were all trying their very best to make me jealous, but I was paying them no mind whatsoever.
We danced for about an hour and things really started jumping. It was getting pretty crowded and I suggested to him that we leave until some of the crowd left.
He really couldn't understand why I wanted to leave just as the place was getting to party, but I insisted and ended up dragging him out, protesting.
When we got outside, he was pretty confused. "Why the hell do you want to leave now?" he kept asking me. There were people passing by us and I didn't want to tell him within earshot of them. Finally, when we got far enough away from them, he asked me again.
"You know, I really can't see why we should be leaving now. After all, everybody's just getting in there and I was having a real good time and I thought you were too and -"
I cut him off. "Because I want to fuck you."
He looked at me as if he didn't understand what I meant.
"What did you say?" he asked me.
"I said that I want to fuck you. We can go back later."
He looked at me and nodded his head slowly. "Oh," he said.
The full impact of what I had said didn't hit him for a few seconds. Then he realized it and he looked at me, with his mouth open.
"Close your mouth," I told him, "you'll get some flies in it."
I began to laugh and when he realized the stupid look that he had on his face, he began to laugh, too.
We walked away from the center, toward the park. It was dark out and the park was almost pitch black. We arrived at the front gate and walked slowly in, arm in arm.
I was a little nervous, because of the darkness and he sensed it. He held me tightly, to reassure me that everything was all right and I sank my head into his shoulder. We walked a little way into the park and found a nice, dark secluded spot, where we were sure that we wouldn't be bothered.
He went in under the bushes first and I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a yell and a scream. He came flying back out of there and we both realized that he had stepped on the feet of another couple, who had been in the bushes for awhile.
Earl apologized profusely and we turned to go and find some other spot in which to make love. As we walked, we both started to giggle, because the incident, although frightening, had been really funny, also.
We walked further on into the park. Before long, we came to one of the ball fields. We decided to put it to its designated use and we sat down on the grass. There was no light anywhere, except for the light of the full-moon above, which was pretty bright in the darkness.
We were sitting in the middle of the outfield, on the grass and we began to kiss. He kissed me very tenderly and passionately and I had the strangest feeling, something that had never come over me in my life.
I had the feeling that I was falling in love.
He was a very handsome and wonderful guy. It was almost as if the whole thing was out of my hands, as if he had been sent to me from somewhere else, for a reason. He made me laugh a lot, when he was trying to and when he wasn't. He was making me love him and I hadn't even been to bed with him. Maybe that was why.
As we lay there on the ground, I almost knew for certain that he wasn't going to do very much without any prompting from me. So I took his hand and placed it on my pussy. He began to rub it gently and soon, I could feel the clinging wetness of my panties. I was creaming in my jeans and his soft touch was taking me over.
I reached over and grabbed his cock. It was swollen and stiff and I was eager to find out what it would feel like inside of me. I unzipped his pants and took it out. It was bigger than I had imagined and I rubbed it up and down.
He really got a lot of pleasure from that, for I could feel him squirming there on the ground, trying to get into a better position, so that I could grab even more of it. I did this and I felt the long, smooth, slender shaft, almost silken to the touch.
He was moaning slightly. I knew that I was giving him a great deal of pleasure and I was glad. I wanted to make him feel even better, so I leaned over and kissed the head of his dick.
Somehow I could imagine fireworks going off in his brain as I did that. He just seemed so totally relaxed and enjoying himself so much.
Now I leaned over again and pursed my lips around his dick. I licked it with my tongue, sticking my tongue into the opening in its head.
He groaned with pleasure and I knew that if I had caused this much pleasure by what I had done already, I would surely arouse him to the point of no return before long. I even wondered if I might be locked up for murder, if he had had a heart attack or something.
I began to move my mouth up and down on his dick, sucking it and kissing it all the way. He almost seemed to have forgotten about the hand he had planted in between my legs. He was just sitting back enjoying himself, enjoying the expertise and artistry with which I used my mouth, and frankly, I couldn't blame him.
I wanted to suck him off completely, I wanted to taste the golden fluid of his come in my mouth. I fingered his balls and rubbed them, playing with them and feeling how swollen they had become. I had the feeling that he had not been laid for a long time, either and that I would soon be flooded by the torrent of hot come in my mouth.
He twitched a little and I knew that his time had come. I continued sucking on his dick and now I massaged the lower part of it with my fingers. He strained and then the golden semen came shooting quickly into my mouth. It filled my mouth almost completely on the first spurt and I wondered if I would really be able to hold all that I was sure he was going to give.
It was a warm, milky substance and I got the first blast of it on the roof of my mouth, right behind my teeth. My tongue was massaging his dick furiously and I was sure that it was adding greatly to his pleasure. He sent numerous spurts of the gism into my mouth and I had all that I could do to lap it all up.
I finally did, however and I licked his dick up and down and his balls, making sure that it was cleaned off completely. Then, as his dick began to get soft again, I squeezed the head of it softly and I licked up the last remaining drops of semen, oozing out of the head.
I looked at him in the darkness. I could not see him very well at all, but I knew that it could have been nothing but the most blissful expression on his face. I kissed him and he took up the kiss where I had intended to leave it off. He kissed me passionately and I was quite hot myself by now.
I wanted to fuck and so did he, I could tell. But I figured that we could both wait until later, so that I would enjoy it even more and so that he could grow sufficiently horny again. As if he really needed to.
We stood up and he fixed his pants. We walked arm in arm back toward the entrance to the park from which we had come. When we reached it, we heard voices behind us. We saw no one, until we spied the two lovers we had come upon earlier, stumbling out from behind the bushes. We laughed and walked slowly on.
We arrived back at the dance. We had been gone for about an hour and now there were even more people at the dance. It had developed into a real swinging affair and I was glad. I would have been pretty disappointed if we had come back to an empty dance, with nothing happening. Remember, I had gotten used to the wild dormitory that I was living in at school. Over there, there was more happening at lunch time, than usually happened in this whole town in a month.
We danced for a long time. All of these girls that Earl knew kept coming up to him and asking him to dance and ignoring the fact that I was standing there with him, but he always refused. I wouldn't have been mad if he had said yes, but, I think that he was too afraid of what I would say to go.
Two girls had a really funny fight. They had been arguing because one had stolen the other's boyfriend and they were both swearing to kill each other. Everyone was standing around laughing at them and finally one decided that all of the words they were saying were not enough. She picked up the punch bowl and hurled it at the other one. Everybody managed to scramble out of the way in time, except the girl for whom it had been meant and she got a face full of punch. Her dress was ruined and everyone fully expected her to go after the other girl, aiming to kill. But she just sat there on the floor and cried and everybody laughed at her. I sort of felt sorry for her, but she was stupid enough to get into the thing, so she deserved whatever she got.
The general atmosphere at the dance, though, was a really partying one. It was planned to have it run from eight until midnight, but at midnight, there were more people than ever there. I guess word had spread around and people began showing up from faraway places. And besides, the adults were still used to the old-fashioned kind of dances, where everyone was home and in bed by twelve. They had forgotten that this was a new, enlightened era and everyone was ready to party.
Well, it finally did break up at about three and the adults were all standing around looking bedraggled, as if they had had enough partying and excitement to last them until next Thursday. And to think, Saturday night was yet to come.
Earl drove me home. Everybody was asleep. They knew that we were going to the dance, but when they saw that I wasn't home by twelve or so, they must have figured that I was either having a really good time, or that I was in some kind of trouble. They knew that I was always getting into some kind of trouble, but that I always managed to get out of it, too. They never bothered to interfere in my affairs, as long as I was on pretty good behavior, got fairly good marks in school and didn't cause too much trouble for anybody.
We walked into the house and I turned on the light. There wasn't a creature stirring anywhere, so I figured that it would be okay to sit on the couch and carry on for awhile. I motioned to Earl to come over and sit down next to me. He did and I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. I lay back down on the couch and he snuggled in on top of me.
The light went on in the hall upstairs. "Annie, is that you?" my mother called.
Well, Earl practically flew off of me without trying. I mean, it was as if somebody had picked him up off of me and hurled him backwards.
"Yes, Mom and I have company," I said.
"Okay, don't be too long."
I was sure glad that Mom understood these things.
I motioned to Earl to come back over to the couch. He looked very cute, standing there with his hands in his pockets, trying his best to look like an innocent little boy. One who had just had his hands in the cookie jar.
He sat down next to me and I could practically hear his heart thumping away wildly. I laughed and he smiled shyly and I put my arm around him. I waited a little while until he had calmed down and then I kissed him again.
This time, he seemed more relaxed, as though he had been assured that everything was all right now. He kissed me very tenderly and I really couldn't believe that a man could have such a gentle touch.
But it was true and I hoped that I could have him as mine.
This time, though, he didn't need any prompting. As we kissed, his hand moved slowly down my body and it rested between my legs. He rubbed my pussy softly and I could feel the heat of desire rising within me.
He opened the belt on my pants, but I had almost hoped that he would just keep rubbing me. It had just felt so good, that I hadn't wanted him to stop. I had the feeling that I was in for quite an evening of lovemaking.
He unzipped my pants and when he did, it made me cream in them even more than I had been. I really liked the way he was seducing me, or at least the way he was responding to my advances. I felt as though I were being appreciated for myself and this, in turn, was adding to the pleasure I was receiving from him.
Now he had slipped his hand inside of my panties. He rubbed the hair between my legs and his fingers slowly made their way down in between my legs. They massaged my thighs and brushed seductively against the lips of my pussy. This caused me to tingle in delight and expectation and I shifted my legs so that he could get in even further and more easily.
He caressed my lips with his middle finger and rubbed them with the slippery cream that had flowed from them. I was hot and I wanted him to hurry up so that he could fuck me, but I knew that good things would surely come, literally, to those who waited for them.
At last, the mercy of his middle finger, slipping gently, yet hotly, into the opening of my vagina. He slid it in as far as it would go and I squeezed my legs tight together. I wanted to keep it trapped in there. After all, it had been the first thing in there in quite a while and it felt unbelievably good. My pussy felt as if it had spent forty long years in the desert and his finger felt like the water that had sprung from the rock.
He moved it in and out now and he slid it gently along my clitoris as he moved it out. I felt as though I would soon be crying, pleading with him for the mercy of his penis. His finger felt so good, that I wondered if I would be able to stand much more of it. I had the feeling that I was going to go quite insane, with what I knew was going to be a most satisfying orgasm.
He was fingering me faster now and I felt my desire becoming quite intense. I bent over to him and kissed him fully on the mouth. Our tongues worked against each other feverishly and there was more activity on that couch than there had been at the entire dance we had attended earlier in the evening.
I decided that I had had about all of this torture that I could stand. I took his hand out of my pants and stood up. He looked at me as though he were afraid that he had done something wrong, but his look turned to one of relief when he saw me sliding my pants down and over my ankles. I looked thoroughly obscene, wearing only a blouse, which only half-hid my naked ass. I walked over to the light and turned it off.
The living room was totally dark now and he seemed a bit surprised as I sat down next to him on the couch. I reached my arms around him and put my legs up on the couch, underneath him. I kissed him long and deep and whispered "Fuck me," in his ear.
Then he realized that he still had not taken his pants off and he sighed as he stood up to do so. I heard him rustling around in the dark and he finally sat back down on the couch and lay across me.
I felt his naked body rubbing slowly and passionately against mine. His dick was hard and it laid firmly against my stomach. He began to grind his thighs into mine and before long I was so totally aroused that I practically begged him to put it in me.
"C'mon, put it in. Please, I want it in me, darling. I want you to fuck me so good. Put it in." I said and I meant every word of it.
He put his lips on mine and he leaned back a little. Now his dick was in between my legs and I could feel its stiff length rubbing along my thighs. Every so often, it would brush against my vagina and that would send chills of desire up and down my spine.
Finally I could take no more and I moved myself into position. The head of his dick was resting in the lips of my cunt and I tried to push upward, so that it would slide in.
But he pulled back, so that we were both the same way after my thrust. He laughed a little and I didn't know what the hell he was doing.
"I want to torture you a little," he said.
"You'll never get another whiff of this pussy again, as long as I live," I said. This seemed to bring him into cold contact with reality and the facts of life and he again lined up the head of his dick on the lips of my pussy.
Now he pushed gently in. I felt the tip of it, spreading my pussy open widely. His dick was a lot wider than it had looked and as it inched its way in, I became hotter and hotter. It was in all the way and I could not believe the fabulous, filled feeling that I was experiencing.
He began to fuck me, sliding that great shaft gracefully in and out of me. It was the most satisfying feeling that I had ever had from a penis. I knew now, once and for all, that it was not the length that was ever going to matter, it was the width.
And most importantly, it was how the man behind it used it.
He fucked me for about a minute and I came, despite the fact that I had been trying to hold off for him. The muscles of my cunt expanded and contracted in delirious approval of what he had been doing to me and I hoped that he wouldn't be mad that I had just come all over myself without waiting for him.
I looked up at him, trying to see him in the dark, but it was no use. He was lying on top of me, breathing heavily and not knowing whether or not to continue. I said to him, "What are you waiting for?" and he took it as the signal that all was well.
He began to pump his organ into me again. It slid in and out easily, although I was a little dry now. But within a minute or two, it began to get me very hot, all over again. He was moaning now and I knew that he was going to come shortly.
But I also knew that I, too, was going to come shortly, also. His hot prick had aroused me once again and I was wet and feeling slightly giddy. There is no feeling in the world like a soft tender pussy after it has had an orgasm, but the one feeling that outdoes that one is when that pussy gets fucked again, immediately after its orgasm.
I was very wet and hot and I felt the wonderful sensation in my slot, as I began to rise in the heat of orgasm again. My pussy was clutching, grabbing his cock and squeezing it tight and the action of my orgasm brought about his, also.
We lay there, coming in each other's arms, his solid member buried deep inside of my twat. I could feel him shooting the warm, milky fluid into me and there seemed to be a lot of it, despite the fact that I had sucked him off earlier.
We both lay there, breathing heavily, in each other's arms and I knew that I was in love. I wanted him to be the only man, or at least one of the only ones, that I would fuck. For awhile anyway.
He got up and I pointed him in the right direction to the bathroom. He seemed as if that experience had left him staggering and I knew that it had surely left me that way.
I put my pants on loosely and turned on the light. Then I felt the inevitable, the thick gism, oozing and dripping down out of my pussy, onto my legs and my panties. It was a most uncomfortable feeling, there in my jeans. At least it would have been, at any other time. But it was something from Earl and I really didn't care. As long as it had come from him, it couldn't be that bad.
He came out of the bathroom with his usual little boy grin and he came over to me and kissed me. I hugged him tightly and I didn't want to ever let him go. But it was late and I knew it. I looked at the clock and it said four-thirty, so I kissed him and turned him around. I marched him up to the door and opened it. I kissed him once again and he headed out toward his house.
After I had closed the door, I realized that I had forgotten to tell him to call me in the morning, when he woke up. I looked back outside, but he had already arrived at his home and gone in. I closed the door and I decided that he knew enough to call me anyway. I leaned against the door and I slipped off into a quick daydream about him.
He was really the kind of guy I had always dreamed about having. I had to mother him a lot, but he would really be the kind of shoulder I would need, to lean on and for protection. And ooh, could he make love.
I heard a noise upstairs and I quickly came to my senses. They were going to want to know what I was still doing down here, at four-thirty in the morning, so I quickly turned out the light and scrambled up the stairs and into my room.
In my bed, I did something that I hadn't done since I was a little girl.
I prayed. I prayed to whatever powers that be that they would see fit to give Earl to me for keeps.
And then a funny thing occurred to me. I realized that it had been in my power all along to have him. All I had to do was be a good girl and stop leading the life I had for so long. If I could do that, then everything else would come easy.
In the days and weeks that followed, Earl became a permanent fixture around my house. He was always there and my whole family, who had taken a liking to him from the start, began to consider him as one of the family, an unofficial son-in-law.
I had never been as happy in my life and it showed. I always had been a carefree, sunny, happy-go-lucky girl, but I was unusually bright and cheerful now. And everyone in my family, in turn, was just as happy for me.
It almost seemed as though I could brighten up the entire world, single- handedly. I would walk into stores, early in the morning and cheer up the grumpiest of storekeepers.
Now it was getting close to September. It hadn't occurred to me, in all of my excitement that a new school year would soon be upon me. This would mean that I would have to go away to school and I would have to be apart from Earl at least until the mid-year recess and holidays. That would be, if he didn't find someone that he liked more while we were apart.
In the last few days before it was time to return, I pondered seriously whether or not I should return to that school. I wanted to transfer to Earl's school, so that I could be with him. I thought about it very seriously, for a long time and my parents knew what I was thinking about.
One day, my father said to me, "I know what has been weighing so heavily on your mind lately. You're thinking about how much you're going to miss Earl and whether or not he's going to be around when you get back."
I had always been very close to my father and not the least of the reasons for which was because he always seemed to know exactly what was on my mind.
He continued. "Well, let me tell you a thing or two. When two people, who say that they are in love, can't put up with being far away from each other for a long time, that's not love. That's infatuation. If they truly are in love, they can wait for each other. They can wait over the longest distance, over the longest period of time. They don't have to worry about each other, because they both know that nothing can come between them for too long."
He looked at me and smiled. "And whether or not he loves you, only time will tell."
I loved my father very much and I wasn't sure if he was giving me the right information, though he had never been wrong. But the more that I thought about what he had said, the more sense it made and I finally decided that he was right.
On the afternoon before I was due to return to school, Earl and I went out to celebrate one last time. He had managed to save enough money from his summer job to take me out to eat in a fancy restaurant in the city and I gave him some money, too. We ate and drank like a king and queen and all of the people in the place looked at us. They could not believe that they were seeing two young people like us, spending money and living it up like real-live grownups.
We came home that night and the house was empty. My parents had gone out somewhere and my brothers were never home anyway. I guess my folks knew that Earl and I wanted to be alone once more before I returned to school, so they went out and left us the house.
We went up into my bedroom and we made love for about four hours. We must have tried every single position known to man and we enjoyed every last one of them.
I almost wanted to cry when it was time for him to leave, but I fought the urge. We kissed tenderly at the door and I told him, "Remember your promise, now. I'm your girl and I intend to be here when you get back, so you better be here too."
I couldn't really expect him to be totally loyal to me while he was away, but at least I could look forward to having him there when I got back.
I got up very early the next day and I packed my last-minute belongings. Everyone was standing around downstairs waiting for me and my father was yelling up to me to hurry up. I had an early train to catch and I hadn't quite gotten up early enough. But I made it and I kissed everybody quickly at the door on my way out. My father and I hopped into the car and he flew to the train station.
I kissed him as I started to get out of the car and he held my arm. "Now you remember what I told you," he said and he looked into my eyes. I decided that I was going to miss his handsome, tough face even more than usual.
I got on the train and waved to him. I went and found an empty seat near a window and I began to daydream about everything that I could think of.
Before long, my daydream had drifted off into a full-fledged dream and I was fast asleep.
Perchance to dream!
Perchance to waken!