Chapter 1
The basement smelled of mildew, It was far below ground level and the moisture from the ground was constantly pouring through. The darkness and muggy feeling was ideal for what Jimmy had in mind.
The cellar was rarely, if ever, used by anyone but himself. His father would make a visit for some paint, or his mother would come down to look for a jar of preserves. Other then that no one bothered. It was unofficially Jimmy's place, for whatever he wanted to do.
It was in the basement that he worked on his model planes and so on and today where he was going to work on Irene.
Cautiously opening the door, Jimmy led Irene down the stairs.
"I don't want to go down there," Irene begged with Jimmy, as she togged at his sleeve.
"What's the matter?" he asked sarcastically, "are you afraid or something?"
"I'm not afraid. I just don't want to do anything down there."
"It was your idea," he reminded, pulling her hand from his sleeve and almost pulling her down the steps. "I know that, but...."
"I don't care about your 'buts'. You dared me to show you, and now you want to back out. I knew you were chicken."
"I'm not chicken!" she said, "but I...."
"Yeah, I know: 'You don't want to do anything'."
Irene .shrugged her shoulders and knew that she had very little choice but to go with him. It was her own fault, she reminded herself, and there was no way she could get herself out of this without appearing frightened.
The prospect of seeing Jimmy's cock didn't bother her, it was what usually followed that she feared. She should never have dared him to show her his cock in the first place. Irene recalled the whole conversation that got her into this mess:
She had asked Jimmy if she would be permitted to see his model planes. Irene had no interest in model planes, but she just wanted to get on Jimmy's nerves.
Jimmy absolutely refused to allow her entrance to his strictly male abode. For a long while she persisted; taunting him with calls of being a 'big baby' and so forth.
Jimmy, however, was trying his hardest to ignore her completely. He knew Irene was the neighborhood's biggest pest, and she would beg and plead until she got what she wanted.
"Are you afraid I might do something to you if you took me to your basement?"
"Are you kidding!?" he exclaimed. "There's nothin' you could do that could possibly bother me."
"Wanna bet?" she sneered. Irene was the type of girl that was tom-boyish. She went wherever the boys went, even if her presence was Ignored.
Now that she was fourteen, and beginning to mature physically, the boys played games by telling stories about her. Irene never heard these stories, and was, in fact, quite innocent, even though she rarely appeared to be so.
For a few minutes the argument continued until Jimmy sighed angrily. He stomped his foot on the ground and told her to go fuck herself. "Bet you can't do it," she whispered. Jimmy's eyes lit up. She was inviting him and all, he had to do was take her down to his basement and show her his model planes. His stomach turned over a few times, and he sensed himself becoming extremely nervous.
"All r-r-r-r-right," he muttered, "I'll take you down to my cellar."
Suddenly Irene was struck with the realization that he was bringing her down for one purpose: to try and screw her.
"He wouldn't really think I would let him," she assured herself nervously. "I hope," she added a few seconds later when she noticed the gleam in Jimmy's eye turning into something closer to passion.
"Well," he said happily, "let's go."
"Where?"
"Down to the cellar. You wanted to see the model planes and stuff. Remember?"
Irene nodded and felt the perspiration beginning to form on her brow. She suddenly felt sick and told herself that everything would have been alright if she Just stayed home and did her homework.
Jimmy pushed open the door and flicked the switch on the wall. A single light, in the middle of the room, went on and it was powerful enough to provide only his working area with sufficient light. Beyond the table everything was covered with a deep blanket of shadow. "Come on," Jimmy urged, pulling on her hand. Irene followed obediently, walking In step with the fifteen year old male a few feet in front of her.
They approached the corner of the room and stood there a few moments, silent.
"Well," Jimmy began, "this is it," referring to his collection of plastic and wood planes and cars.
"Yeah," Irene muttered, "they're nice ... I guess."
"Whaddaya mean 'I guess'? Those damned things took me a hell of a long time to make. I just didn't sit down one day and put those things together."
Irene smiled for a fraction of a second, attempting to give the appearance of agreement with Jimmy. She was, however, more interested in finding a way out of the dark basement. With each minute that passed, she could sense the impending night.
Every few seconds she would glance towards the door and peer through the window. The early winter sky was rapidly turning black, even though it was just five o'clock.
Irene hoped for a miracle. Perhaps Jimmy's mother would call that dinner was ready, and he would be forced to go up stairs.
"Ya know what you said before," Jimmy reminded her, "about what ... uh ... well ... you know."
She knew quite well what he was referring to and she realized she was praying for the ceiling to fall down upon them and kill them both.
"Was that true? What you said, I mean."
"It wasn't true at all," she assured him in whispered tones. Her throat was getting dry and she found it more and more difficult to speak.
Irene was interested in what it was like to have a male organ inside her-she had heard so much about it from her girlfriends, that it was natural she should be interested. But she didn't want to find out about it this way.
Jimmy extended his hand and rested it on her shoulder, making her entire body tremble for a second.
"Ya know, you got nice hair," he told her and he forced her long blond hair through his fingers.
"Thank you," she muttered cautiously.
"No, I really mean It. And you got a nice figure for a girl your age."
Irene wasn't impressed. She realized that Jimmy had been watching too many movies, and that he was groping for lines to throw at her to make himself look mature.
"A girl my age?" she asked in surprise. "I suppose that you've been around quite a bit and know what's happening."
"I didn't Jay that."
"You're just fifteen, right? Maybe you're a year older than me. Big deal."
"I think it is a big deal. How old are the guys that take you out?"
"They're a lot older than you."
"How old? Maybe sixteen if you're lucky. I'll make a bet that you've never been out with a boy before in your whole life."
"What kind of bet would you make on that?" she asked angrily.
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, meanwhile, allowing his hand to fall to her shoulder again, just a few inches above her breast.
Irene pulled back quickly, making his hand fall to his side. "Don't try anything funny," she warned.
"Just as I thought," Jimmy laughed. "I knew you've never been out with a boy before. If you had been, you wouldn't have moved away that way."
Irene didn't know what he" was referring to. She had never been out with a boy, and had no idea how one was supposed to act with a male when he was making advances towards her. All she knew was what she saw on television and in the movies, and in both cases the girls was always ready and willing, to provide their male friends with some kind of enjoyment-usually in the bed.
"It's not that," she muttered. "It's just-just that I don't know you that well, Jimmy."
"Are you kidding me or something? I've known you all my life."
"Yeah, but you never took me out or nothin' like that"
"Whaddaya want me to do? Take you to a movie?"
"That would be nice, I guess."
"Okay, I'll take you to a movie if you want me to," he smiled as he returned his hand to her shoulder, this time just an inch above the spot that her young breasts were beginning to sprout.
"Cut it out, Jimmy. I know what you want and I'm not gonna fool around like that."
"What's the matter? You afraid I might rape you? I thought you told me you knew what was happening, but I guess you're still a little kid."
"Drop dead!" she exclaimed as she twisted her shoulders and turned around, attempting to head for the door.
"Hold it," Jimmy demanded as he grabbed her by the shoulder with a firm grip, "I'm not gonna do anything to you that anybody else wouldn't do."
Irene had no idea whatsoever to what he was referring, but decided to comply with his minor request. "What do you want me to do, for God's sake?"
"I don't want you to do anything. I mean, if you're still a little kid, that I couldn't even explain it to you, but if you're anything I think you are, that you know what to do."
Nervously, she allowed his hand to return to her shoulder and shuddered as it slipped down and touched her breast. She wanted to run and hide, but she was too frightened and too confused to make any decisions. Irene thought that she was feeling passion, but her emotions was too mixed for her to pull a single out and analyze it. Jimmy's hand worked expertly, slowly caressing the small mound of flesh, which was covered by her thin bra.
Jimmy, however, was feeling great quantities of excitement. He felt his organ fill with blood. This was the first time in his life that he had ever touched a girl, and the excitement was overwhelming. The organ, within moments, fully erect was pressing against his tight pants, and he knew that it was being outlined. But it didn't bother Jimmy at all. As his fingers rubbed around the breast he wanted to attract her attention to his stiff penis, by moving a foot further away from her, giving her a good view, if she were to look down.
Irene, however, wasn't Interested in looking at his pants. She was trying to find a way out of this mess she was getting herself into. Running away, she knew, would only make her look foolish and if Jimmy were to tell any on the other boys she would never get a date for the rest of her life. Standing there, as Jimmy fondled her breast, made her feel foolish, and she knew she would be forced to do something.
"Can you turn out the lights?" she whispered nervously, her voice cracking a number of times through the saying of the six words.
Jimmy nodded and looked above him. The light bulb, hanging from the ceiling by a single cord had a very short chain hanging from its side. With a sudden movement of his hand, he pulled on the chain and the basement was thrown into total darkness, except for the last few dying rays of sunlight which tried to force their way into the room, but found it impossible to penetrate more than a few feet. The corner in which the two youngsters were standing was black. They couldn't even see each other.
Irene, feeling reassured by the warm blanket of darkness, imagined that the darkness was enclosure of a dream, and that everything that was happening was unreal. Moving his hand from her breast with a quick slap, she moved close to him, pressing her small, young body close to his. A kiss, she knew, was legal, and hoped that that would satisfy the young man.
Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her face close to his, and found his small lips with her equally small lips. Her lips were dry and she found It necessary to lick them before allowing them to touch his.
His lips were just as dry, but when he felt her warm wet lips touch his, he opened his mouth and allowed the saliva, which had collected between his teeth and inner lips to provide the needed lubrication to the parched, excited, quivering lips.
Almost instinctively, the two of them opened their mouths and allowed their tongues to touch for just an instant.
With the touch of the male tongue against her own, for the first time in her life, she jumped with excitement, feeling the pleasurable sensations coursing throughout her entire body.
For many minutes they stood there, with their lips pressed tightly against each others. Jimmy's hands, which were wrapped around her back, slowly slipped downward and found the two, tight cheeks of the young ass. With a gentle squeeze he pressed her groin against his own, feeling his stiff organ pressing hard against her. He knew that she also felt his stiff cock, she had very little choice but to feel it.
Irene, young and unknowing, thought she was being fucked by the young boy. She had been told by her friends only the barest essentials about the male organ, and she knew that when it was in its erect position, it could be dangerous.
Slowly, and rhythmically, Jimmy ground his hips in a circular motion trying to provide additional sensations to the bared head. He had never done this before, but occasionally he had laid in bed, pressing his stiff cock against the bed, until he finally shot into his cupped hand.
Irene, also feeling the excitement of the stiff cock, moved her hips In rhythm with his, trying to give herself some type of sensations. Slowly, and without realizing it, she had spread her legs, and pulled her pants tighter around her crotch. She tried to let the pressure of Jimmy's body excite her sensitive clitoris, but found it impossible to do so in a standing position.
Saliva was dripping down her face, and she let Jimmy's recently fuzzy chin wipe it away for her. Her breathing was getting heavier, and now she wanted not only to feel the organ through the cloth, but to go even further.
With her left hand, she pried apart their bodies, and slowly Inserted the small opened hand into the narrow crevice. The tips of her fingers were met by a small obstruction, and she knew it was his prick. Jimmy, further excited by her hand touching his cock, pulled his body away from hers and allowed her full hand to touch the stiff rod.
The young boy was shivering with excitement, and he knew that within seconds he would come. It would make a mess inside his pants, but his passion overcame caution.
Irene's long thin fingers caressed the full length of the organ, feeling it throb every so often, when she reached the tip of the head.
Excited, she pulled her mouth away from his and in a quivering voice asked that he touch her between her legs.
With a shaking hand, he reached between the two bodies and quickly found the crevice of the thin legs. He felt nothing where the male organ would normally be, but he knew he had touched a sensitive area by the sudden movement of Irene's body.
With a slow up and down movement he caressed the full length of her groin area, paying particular attention to where he assumed the vagina to be. The cloth of her pants was too heavy to allow him any sensations in his fingers as to what he was touching, but the picture he was receiving in his mind was sufficient to maintain his excitement.
With each stroke of her fingers against the organ he returned with a similar stroke between her legs. Jimmy knew that it would be seconds until he ejaculated, and he was torn between the decision of shooting into his pants or making her stop the pleasurable sensations.
A fraction of a second before he felt the hot milky sperm collect at the base of his organ, he decided it would be better to stop.