Chapter 1
"God, Tammy, I can't believe you're gonna be gone all summer."
"Eddie, don't! Not here in front of all these people." Tammy had pulled Eddie's hand away from her tit and twisted away. They were watching the people on the dock and streamers fluttered down from the passengers at the rail.
"We've still got thirty minutes," the boy said, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. "Can't I be alone with you for a little while before the boat leaves?"
"I guess we could sneak down to the stateroom. Mom and Shirley are over there somewhere." Tammy took Eddie's hand and they pushed through the crowd, hurrying along the deck until she found the passageway with stairs leading down. "It's along here somewhere. She fit her key into a door knob and they were inside. Eddie was breathing hard. He pulled her against him. Tammy could feel his cock pressing through his pants. Since Tammy had started high school, her folks had let her date Eddie. But she'd never seen that mysterious hard thing that seemed to throb whenever he was close to her. She knew it throbbed. Once, in a movie downtown, she'd let Eddie pull her hand over so that she touched the taut, warm denim. Underneath, his cock had throbbed! Tammy remembered how it had made her feel wet and tingly down between her thighs.
"It's our last time together," Eddie moaned, "maybe forever."
"Silly. It won't be forever. We're just going to England for a month."
"Ohhh Tammy, you're so beautiful. I'm crazy about you." Eddie pulled her down on the bed and pushed his hand up under her skirt so suddenly that Tammy couldn't think what to do. Once or twice she'd let him rub his fingers across her mound, but only when she was wearing shorts. Never had Eddie put his hand under her dress!
"Eddie ... we can't . . . Eddie!" Her hand trembled as she grasped his wrist, but she couldn't pull him away. He was feeling his way up the inside of her thigh. It felt so strange. Like nothing she'd ever experienced. "Ohhhhhh don't, Eddie, if my mother came in . . ."
"She's busy up on deck," he said, kissing Tammy's neck. That always made her feel shivery and nice. It was one of the few erotic things she'd let Eddie do as much as he wanted. She could let him kiss her there for hours, it seemed, while she gently squirmed her hips and grew squishier and squishier. Sometimes, after a long bout of neck and ear kissing, she'd have to go change her panties. But now he was kissing her and doing something else too.
"Uhhhhh, ohhh god, please, Eddie, please don't . . ." His fingers had reached the sheer layer of nylon that covered her cunt now. He stroked along the length of her plump mound. It embarrassed Tammy that he might feel a dark curl or two that had sneaked out from under the elastic. It felt shimmery and hot down there! What was he doing? Tammy relaxed her grasp of his arm. Her hips moved slowly as if she were experimenting with this new, exquisite sensation. "I shouldn't let you do this," she gasped. "But since I'm going to be gone for a while . . ."
"You're so hot and soft," Eddie said, finding her mouth with his. She kissed him more fervently than she usually did. Her nostrils were flared, her big brown eyes closed. She let him hug her against his chest. Her small tits flattened under her sweater. And all the while Eddie's fingers worked up and down the length of her panty-covered mound.
"Nhhhhaaaahhh," she cooed, giving Eddie her neck again. He licked it like a dog and tingling pleasure jolted through her. She felt it more keenly than she'd ever felt it before. She was surprised at the way her body was responding to his fumbling touches.
"Won't you touch me too?" Eddie groaned, pulling her hand down. "Eddie, I . . ."
"Come on, Tammy. You know I love you. We're going to get married someday, aren't we?"
It had always seemed silly to be talking marriage when both of them were so young, Tammy thought. But she moaned softly and let Eddie put her hand on his pants. She was shocked to find his fly unzipped. But even more shocked to feel raw, hot flesh. She jerked upright and stared down at the thing her fingers had curled around.
"Oh god, Eddie, you . . ." but she didn't take her hand away. Eddie's cock had hypnotized her in its strangeness. At the end, it flared out sort of like a mushroom but with a slitted eye in the very top. The part that formed the knob was dark blue and throbbing. Tammy realized that she was squeezing him very tightly and relaxed her grip a little. The hot-looking head throbbed again, stretching as more blood was pumped into it. To Tammy, this was the most incredible thing she'd ever seen in her life. So this was what men used to push up inside a girl! So this was the thing that carried the cum and spurted it inside a girl's belly. Tammy could hardly breathe. Somehow, the way Eddie's cock looked was making her heart pound and her cunt flood with juice. Or was it Eddie's fingers doing that?
"Eddie, not under my panties!" But already Eddie's fingertip had edged under the taut elastic that circled her thigh. He pushed gently and her outer lips parted. There was a wet sound and Tammy felt a flaming thrill shoot along her bottom and up her spine. What was Eddie touching? Probably her clit! Yes, that was it. The thing her mother had always warned her against. Tammy had gotten around her mother's prohibitions by learning a technique where she crossed her legs and kicked one foot rhythmically. After a few minutes of that, she could make her clit pulse like a tiny time bomb.
But now it was Eddie making it pulse. He rubbed it softly in a slow circular movement that caused Tammy to suck in her breath and dig her nails into his shoulders. All the while he sucked and kissed at the soft white flesh under her chin. Tammy felt dizzy. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she squeezed Eddie's prick until the head darkened even more. She watched it through half-closed eyes. A tiny droplet oozed from the little slit.
"Ohhhh, Tammy, pump it a little bit."
"Pump it?"
"You know, up and down."
"Eddie, we shouldn't even be here. Maybe you'd better take me back up on deck and ..."
"No, Tammy, you've got to pump it. It would feel so good."
"If you don't take your fingers out of my panties, I'm going to be mad."
"God, Tammy, that's a hell of a way to treat a guy who's been following you around for over a year."
Tammy did feel bad about that. But the teasing rub of Eddie's fingertip across her clit was about to make her faint. She could hardly get her breath and the shimmering pleasure that went over her skin made her want more. She pumped her hand, letting the boy's cockskin slip over the firm shaft underneath. His tip throbbed. She pumped once more, it throbbed again. She started moving her hand up and down, counting the seconds as she did it. Thousand and one, thousand and two, thousand and three . . .
"Yeah . . . that's it! Ohhhh god, Tammy that's it!"
"If my mother came in now I think I'd die."
"We could hear them putting their key in the lock."
"But how would I explain why we're here?"
"God, you're so soft and wet! Ohh Tammy, I'd love to fuck you."
"Eddie! You know we can't do that until after we're married." She squirmed, trying not to let the tickling thrills swamp her senses too much.
"Nobody waits until they're married nowadays."
"Eddie, you'd better take your hand out of my panties. I don't think I can ..."
Tammy had begun to jerk the boy's cock faster. She wasn't even conscious of what was happening to her. It seemed a consuming power was eating her up inside. Making her weak. She jerked faster, her fingers tightening under the flared crown of spongy flesh that formed the head of Eddie's cock. He writhed as if he were being tortured. His pants had come undone and his skivvies slipped down so that he was bare-assed now. Tammy watched his convulsive movements, panting from the pleasure of the boy's busy finger.
"Tammy?" he gasped.
"What?"
"You'd better get a handkerchief ..." Eddie's eyes looked drunk.
"What's happening? Are you going to get sick or something?"
"No, but you'd better get a handkerchief! Ohhhhh shit!"
Tammy felt helpless. She started to take her hand away from Eddie's cock but he grabbed her wrist and made her start pumping him again. He'd stopped fingering her cunt and his hand, glossy with her juices, had slipped down her thigh leaving a shiny track. With her dress all hiked up, Tammy could smell her own musk and see where the edge of her pantycrotch was hooked over one cuntlip, exposing the pink inner surfaces. But deeper in, the meat of her cunt was, darker looking. She pulled a black lace hanky from the pocket of her skirt and gave Eddie a questioning look. But he wasn't even looking at her. He had his eyes closed and his hips were thrusting wildly as she continued to squeeze his cock, moving the skin up and down, up and down.
"Eddie, I just don't like this. My mother would faint if she knew I was even thinking about things like this and ..."
It was the sudden eruption of cream that shut her up. Tammy's head jerked, her brown curls bobbing as she stared wide-eyed at the tiny volcano she had just created. The smooth, rounded head of Eddie's cock was now shiny with cum. As she squeezed and jerked her fingers upward again, another streak of white lifted into the air and fell with a plop across her forearm. For an instant Tammy thought of taking her hand away. Something instinctive told her not to. She continued to work Eddie's cockskin up and down, amazed and shocked at how much of that hot stuff was pouring out.
"Oh Eddie! Ohhhh it's a terrible mess!" She grabbed the hanky and tried to wrap it around the bruised-looking knob. The hot spurts continued, dampening the black linen each time. The stuff was dripping down her knuckles now, forming little droplets in the tight curls around Eddie's balls. His balls were drawn up tightly against the base of his prick. Tammy felt the stickiness between her fingers as she kept sliding her hand up and down. Eddie thrust his hips and made groaning sounds. He seemed oblivious to anything else in the room. Tammy prayed that her mother and sister wouldn't decide to go looking for them.
"Is it over?" she whimpered, pulling her hand away. With the black hanky sticking wetly to Ed die's prick, she didn't know what to wipe her fingers on. She used Eddie's shirt-tail, seeing that he didn't seem to notice anyway.
"God, Tammy, I'll never forget this."
"You'd better go clean yourself up so we can get back on deck."
"Don't you want me to do you?"
"Do me?"
"You know, make you come."
"A girl doesn't come, silly."
Eddie gave a weak laugh. "Sure a girl comes. Just cause you haven't ever done it doesn't mean anything."
"I'm not as dumb as you think, Eddie Hanson. A woman does experience a climax. I read about that. But she doesn't come."
Eddie was laughing harder as he tried to mop up the spill of his cream. "What in hell do you think a climax is?" Tammy licked her lips as if to say something. But she wasn't so sure of herself now.
"I'm not really sure what a climax is. I don't think I've ever had one."
"You mean all the times we were making out in the movie and on your folks' couch you didn't get off?"
"It felt good lots of times."
Eddie smiled. "Tell me exactly how it felt."
Tammy blushed violently. "We've never discussed this sort of thing before, Eddie. And I'm not sure I want to either."
"Maybe it's about time. You might get more fun out of life if you knew what a climax is." Eddie took her hand. "Come on, tell me what it felt like."
"Good. It felt very nice when you'd kiss my neck."
"Where did it feel good?"
Tammy's cheeks felt hot. "You know. All over."
"But didn't some parts of your body feel better than other parts?"
"Ohh Eddie, you make me feel like I'm being interrogated. Okay, yes! Down there." She pointed to her dampened panties, then jerked her skirt to cover them. "And around my titties. It kind of tingled."
"But that's all you ever felt? Just tingles?"
Tammy bit her lip. She didn't know whether she should tell Eddie anymore. Yet she knew she was learning something. She decided to confess everything.
"One time," she began softly, "when we were on the sofa and you'd kissed my neck for about an hour and put your hands on my shorts a lot and then we'd kind of hugged lying down and you were squirming around until you got on top of me . . .
Eddie's eyes were bright with curiosity. "Yeah? What happened then?"
"I got all shaky inside, I remember. I couldn't breathe. I was panting as fast as I could but still felt out of breath. And my skin was like it gets when I'm scared. All shivery and hot. And down between my ... " She stopped long enough to swallow. "Between my thighs it was kind of itching. Yes, that's it. Like a tickle I couldn't quite scratch. You were rubbing me with your ..." She hesitated again. "It was hard inside your pants and it was rubbing me and ..."
"Yeah? Well?"
"I made you stop. I pushed you off and got up and went to get a drink of water."
"Jesus Chris," Eddie said, slapping his thigh. "You were about to."
"I was?"
"Hell yes! If you had just let me keep rubbing around on top of you a few seconds more you would have learned a whole lot about sex, Tammy." Tammy dropped her eyes. She didn't know whether Eddie was right or not, but she felt a little foolish. She was less sure of herself than ever now. There was a long, low tone and Tammy thought she heard voices. Someone tapped on the door and a masculine voice announced that all visitors should now return to shore.
Eddie jerked up his pants and stuffed his cummy shirt-tail in. Tammy straightened herself up too and together they hurried out into the corridor and up the steps. As she held Eddie in her arms there were so many unanswered questions running through her mind. He was crying, kissing her like he'd never see her again. She wanted to cry. Like in the movies. But no tears came.
"Be sure and write a postcard," Eddie croaked, ashamed of his emotions now, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I will. Goodbye, Eddie!" They kissed but there was too much noise and confusion for Tammy to feel it. Then she was waving from the rail as Eddie departed down the gangplank with the other passengers. She happened to glance to the side and noticed that a tall, handsome man with a scar on his cheek was watching her. The look made her feel hot inside. She saw that he wore a navy blue turtleneck and a leather jacket. Then she hurried down the deck in search of her mother and sister.