Chapter 1
Kenny Mathews waited nervously at his table at the rear of the junior high canteen. The studious-looking fourteen year old could just see his friend Jimmy Russell through the side window making his way down the sidewalk in pursuit of the sexy blonde eighth grader ahead of him. Then, just as Jimmy was catching up to the girl, they passed out of Kenny's sight.
The young boy removed his thick glasses, brushing his straight, neatly cut hair off his forehead. He breathed over the lens of the glasses and began to nervously clean them with a handkerchief he'd extracted from his coat pocket. He really had to give Jimmy credit. Not that Kenny thought his friend's scheme would really work, but he was still grateful for his willingness to at least try to help him out with what had become the greatest problem he had ever faced in his life and fix him up with his first piece of ass. Kenny envied Jimmy sometimes. And, taking the objective point of view, he couldn't help but believe that what most people considered Jimmy's misfortune might actually work out to his advantage in the long run.
True, he did come from a broken home. True, his father was an alcoholic. True, his mother was a morphine addict. But, in spite of, or rather as a direct result of these problems, Jimmy had learned to look out for himself. And, at least, he did know how to hustle up a girl when he wanted one, which was more than Kenny could say for himself.
Kenny sipped the last of his root beer, making a rude sucking sound as the drink was emptied and the straw found only air among the hollow cubes of ice, pushed aside the paper cup and neatly arranged the stack of textbooks on the table before him. He drummed his fingers anxiously for a moment, again donned his thick glasses which certainly did nothing to help the problem he had in approaching girls and looked impatiently up at the door. Another couple of minutes must have passed before Jimmy reappeared.
The handsome muscular freshman boy made his way briskly through the canteen toward Kenny's table. His face, rather mature for his fourteen years and, as usual, rather cold and grim looking, was inscrutable, and Kenny could deduce nothing from his expression. Then, still silent, he pulled back a chair and sat down heavily across the table from his bookworm friend.
"She wouldn't do it, would she?" Kenny asked, feeling, in spite of everything, a faint twinge of relief.
Now the thinnest grin did appear on Jimmy's lips. "Do you think your partner would let you down so easy?" he said in a rebuking tone. "She is going to do it, but it wasn't easy. She's going steady with some goddamn sophomore who picks her up every afternoon in a goddamn sports car. So you've got to do it now, during lunch break."
"Now?" Kenny asked.
"That's right," Jimmy said. "We'll meet her backstage in the auditorium in ten minutes."
"The auditorium?" Kenny gasped. "But I can't screw her in the auditorium, right here in broad daylight!"
"What's wrong with broad daylight? Besides, if you want to get laid, that's how it's got to be."
Kenny looked solemnly down at the table, feeling a nervous fluttering in his stomach. Then he slowly lifted his eyes and nodded. "All right. I guess I'll give it a try."
"Right," Jimmy said, starting to rise. "And, just think, when you drag your ass into your one o'clock geometry class, you'll no longer be a virgin."
Kenny scooped up the stack of textbooks from the table and followed his friend back up to the canteen exit and out into the bright California spring sunlight.
His palms were sweating, and his heart had begun to pound furiously in his chest. He still couldn't believe it was really going to happen, that after all these months of dreaming about it, jacking off at night and hanging his head in shame when the other boys talked about how many girls they'd screwed, he was finally going to get his first piece. But Jimmy had fixed it up for him, and, apparently, it was really going to happen. And even if it was nobody but old Sylvia Miller, who, though she was nice looking and really had a shapely ass, wasn't considered that much of a prize, primarily because boys like Jimmy and the sophomore she was dating had been screwing her since she was in the seventh grade, at least it was a piece. And, after that, Kenny would at least know what it was he was after.
But, boy, was he nervous, and he thought that badly as he needed what Sylvia had to give him he would still have felt relieved if they had gone to the auditorium and found her not there.
No such luck! Or, no such bad luck. As they passed the arcade at the front of the building and started up the sidewalk alongside the school auditorium, Kenny saw that the door at the side entrance was cracked open a few inches. Sylvia had kept her promise. Soon the young virgin would face this moment of truth.
"Good old Sylvia," Jimmy said, looking back over his shoulder as he started up the steps to the side entrance. "I knew she'd show."
He pulled the door open and stepped aside to let Kenny through. Then, inside the doorway, Kenny paused, looking up pleadingly at the taller, more mature youngster.
"She's all yours."
"What do you mean?" Kenny stammered. "You're not sending me in there alone?"
Jimmy grinned. "What do you expect me to do, go in and say a benediction?"
Kenny stared at his friend in exasperated silence for a moment.
"Just come in with me. I'm sort of nervous."
Jimmy shrugged and sighed. "All right, let's go."
Sylvia was waiting on the couch behind the stage when they got there. She'd already let her short skirt work far up her slender golden thighs, and Kenny could just see her little white panties. In spite of his nervousness, it was an inviting sight, and already he could feel his penis begin to stir toward erection in his jockey shorts.
"I'm the chaperone," Jimmy said behind him.
Sylvia smiled, uncrossing her legs to give him an even more exciting glimpse of her near transparent panties and the soft blonde hair of her pussy that he could just distinguish beneath them. He felt himself blush as Sylvia smiled at him, her eyes drifting slowly down the length of his slender body.
"Why don't you take your glasses off, Kenny?" she said teasingly. "You make me feel like I'm about to be examined."
"Sure, Sylvia," Kenny stuttered, quickly removing his glasses.
The smile broadened on the sensuous thirteen year old girl's face. "And you might as well take off your clothes while you're at it," she added, rising slowly and starting to peel her light sweater over her head.
As he blushed ashamedly and, with trembling fingers, fumbled at the buttons to his own shirt, Kenny felt his cock twitch more rigidly in his trousers in response to the exposure of Sylvia's slender torso, her swollen breasts barely concealed by the flimsy cotton brassiere that held them. The blonde narrowed her eyes, watching Kenny with a teasing smile as she undid the zipper down the side of her skirt and started to lower it slowly down off the ripeness of her panty-clad buttocks.
Then, she hesitated as Kenny paused in removing his shirt. The nervous young boy looked pleadingly at his friend Jimmy for encouragement, and then, in a swift determined motion, removed his shirt and started to unbuckle his trousers.
Smiling seductively, the blonde dropped her miniskirt in a single motion, and Kenny almost gasped aloud at the sight of her softly-haired cunt, invitingly visible through the near transparency of her panties. Then the nervous teenager felt obliged to avert his own eyes in shame as he dropped his Levi's and peeled his jockey shorts down, allowing his hard throbbing cock to spring suddenly to lewdly shocking freedom.
"Show him what to do, Sylvia," Jimmy directed.
"I will," the blonde said in a sultry voice. "Kenny, come and take my panties off. And feel me up and get me ready to make love."
It was like a daydream. Kenny could hardly believe it was really happening. But he needed no further encouragement.
Stepping out of his shoes and trousers, leaving him clad in nothing but his socks, he moved forward, dropping his hands eagerly toward the inviting flare of Sylvia's scarcely protected buttocks. He slipped his thumbs into the tight fitting waistband at the top of her panties, pulling them sensuously down off her thighs to completely reveal to his still nervous gaze the soft golden triangle of her cunt-hair nestled so invitingly between her thighs.
Sylvia took a step backward and reclined gently down onto the couch, pulling Kenny with her. She parted her thighs wide, making room for him to lower his body between her legs. Then she took hold of one of his wrists to bring his hand right down to her warm inner thighs and guide it in, stroking along the forbidden little slit of her pussy, which, to his complete surprise, immediately began to moisten. Then Kenny groaned as he felt Sylvia take hold of his rigid cock, bending it downward to brush the bulbous palpitating head teasingly up and down along the softly yielding lips of her pussy.
'It's really going to happen,' he thought to himself, still incredulous. He was about to put it into her pussy, and, in a few more seconds, his whole fife would enter a new phase. No longer would he be a virgin punk. the laughing-stock of the other boys at school. He was about to become a man, just like that, in a twinkling, and, already, he could feel the pride of conquest swell in his frail chest.
Only afterward would Kenny he able to sort out what happened in his mind, and, even then, it would be only a vague assessment of the chain of events. It happened as a blur, a jumble, an almost cinematic montage. He heard Jimmy curse behind him. Superimposed over that was a sound of hoarse coughing, then Sylvia's shattering scream as she struggled beneath him. Later, he would recall the tickle of her cunt hair against his loins just before he went flying off the couch and landed, naked except for his socks, on his back on the floor and found himself staring straight up at the enraged face of the school custodian, Mr. Marks.
"Goddamn it!" he heard Jimmy mutter.
Sylvia, stark naked, descended from the couch and stepped hurriedly over him. He got a perfect glimpse of the little glistening slit of her cunt and her hairless puckered anus; then she stooped to grab up her skirt, sweater, brassiere and panties and fled on down the backstage corridor. He heard the side door open. Two female students appeared at Mr. Marks's back and disappeared almost as quickly. Then he scuffled for his own clothing as Sylvia, now also cursing, emerged into view again at the end of the corridor, tugging her miniskirt on, hopping alternately from one foot to the other.
The next time Kenny looked back, the janitor's figure had almost been obscured by the plump squat form of School Superintendent Rathley.
"It was them two. They was on the couch," the custodian said, pointing at Kenny and the still half-naked blonde. Then, to Kenny's even greater embarrassment, footsteps on the stage almost within reach of his own hand were followed by the sight of the school nurse, Miss Simmons.
She gasped, and desperately Kenny managed to pull on his trousers, forgetting his jockey shorts, which still lay on the floor beside him.
"It was them two," the janitor said again.
Superintendent Rathley grinned, his beady eyes shifting eagerly from Sylvia to Kenny's friend, Jimmy Russell.
"Perhaps," he conceded, "but I think I know who's really responsible for this outrage."