Chapter 1
The rain poured from the sky, and the puddles in the front yard became larger and deeper by the minute. There was only a trace of thunder left, but the rain continued. When the wind shifted, the rain would drum against the window pane and Lucy shifted her position. She liked to look into the rain, and she would scoot down, to look into the diagonal pattern.
This was a boring day for her. It usually turned out to be boring when it rained. There was nothing to do. Heck, the tennis court was out and all the other outdoor sports. A walk was out, for sure, and since she wasn't old enough, yet, she needed permission to leave the school grounds.
Getting that permission could be a hassle, especially when Mrs. Arthur was on duty. She wanted to know where every minute was going to be spent, and then, she might even question you as to why it was necessary to go there.
Lucy pulled herself away from the window. She had gotten used to most things at Gerrard School For Girls, but the weekends weren't always that easy to take. She really believed that the only reason her parents had sent her here was to get her out of their hair.
That wasn't the way her mother had put it that day that they had finally told her about their decision. Both her mother and father were there that afternoon, and she could still sec the picture in her mind.
"Lucy, your father and I have something to tell you."
Lucy had figured that it wouldn't be that good. She had stayed out too late the night before with the new girl on the block and when she got home, there wasn't even a peep out of her parents. Instead, they just looked at each other and went into the living room.
Lucy had been late quite a bit. Ever since Roseann had moved in a few houses away. She had discovered a new life! Even though she was fourteen, Lucy hadn't been that interested in boys. Well, it wasn't that she wasn't interested, it was more that she just didn't know how to approach boys or where to go to meet them. Roseann had known all about that. She was older and she had been nice enough to Lucy to take her along.
Mr. Granger had shifted his foot when his wife had begun. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, and Lucy had guessed that it was her mother who had decided about whatever it was they were going to tell her. Her father always got shifty when this happened.
"We have decided that the best place for you would be boarding school."
The words echoed in her ears. "Boarding School!" Nobody went to boarding school in this neighborhood. She was being punished. She was being sent away. An instant fear and anger flashed through her. She wanted to hit her mother. She knew she was responsible.
"It's a lovely place and when you graduate you'll have a chance for some of the finest colleges."
These were the excuses they were giving her. She knew the real reason why they were sending' her away. They didn't want her anymore. Just because she was having some fun for the first time in her life they didn't want her! Anyone could see that!
Now her father began to speak.
"Lucy, I think you know that your mother and I have been upset about the way you have acted the last few months."
"George, this is exactly what the psychologist said we should not do! What is the matter with you?"
Lucy could see the anger in her father's eyes. He turned to her mother and spoke.
"Amanda, I don't give a damn what the man said. This is my daughter, not his."
"Then why did you go? Why did you sit there and just listen to what he was saying?"
"I didn't want to be impolite. For forty dollars an hour, I thought that the best tact might be to listen. And then make up my mind about it later."
"George, this is insane. He said that we would have to be a solid front for Lucy to benefit from this. You remember what he said."
"Yes, I remember, and I don't give a damn!"
For the time, Lucy was able to forget her fear and she listened to her parents fight. This was good. It had caused them some hardship.
They were upset about it. Well, at least, her father was upset about it. She had always loved him more, anyway.
George Granger was speaking again, and Lucy brought herself to attention.
"We love you, but we don't know what to do for you. This is the best that we could come up with."
Lucy knew that her father meant it, and she lulled back into the strange, lost feeling that had been coming over her. Her mother was saying something about how lovely the grounds were. They had taken the trip there, themselves, to see that it was what it was supposed to be. They had no intention of throwing her into a snake pit.
Lucy forced herself to stay there, though she wanted to run to her room. The thought flashed through her mind that she wouldn't have her own room anymore. She would be a number and she would have no one to talk to.
The tears started to well up in her eyes, and there was no way that she could stop them. She sat there and cried. Her parents saw the tears, and her mother put her hands on her fathers. She could see it was hard for them to watch her crying and for a minute she thought that if she cried enough they would not send her.
It was more than she could take, however, and finally, as the silence in the room grew louder and her crying got louder, too, she had to run. Lucy picked herself up and ran from the room.
Lucy heard her mother coming after her and more than anything, she wanted to get away from her. She ran for the front door, instead of up the stairs, and into her room. It was cold outside, but she didn't feel the cold as much as the freedom of the outdoors.
As soon as she got outside the door, her mother came out and started to call hef back.
"Look, Lucy, this is no way to act. It's a terrible thing to do to us. You have been a bad person these past few months and have hurt us."
Lucy ran out of the front yard. She didn't choose to hear the words. They were tearing at her heart, and she couldn't manage to listen without turning around and hitting her mother. So, instead, she ran, ran past the front gate and down the block.
She was almost out of ear range when Lucy's mother threw her the parting blow.
"Go ahead! Run to Roseann! See if she can get you out of what she started!"
Roseann. She could go to her. She was always coming up with some solutions to problems that stumped Lucy. Maybe she could answer this one. Now that Lucy was out on the street, she realized that she had gone without a coat, but there was nothing that she could do about that. She wasn't going back.
When she got to Roseann's house, she was shivering and was glad when someone opened the door. It was Roseann's brother, Timmy.
"What are you doing without a coat?"
"I wanted to see Roseann, and I didn't think I would need one."
"What's wrong?"
Timmy noticed her eyes and he seemed concerned.
"Nothing, Timmy. I, well, I just wanted to talk to Roseann."
"Aw, that's too bad. She went out a little while ago with Lenny. Said they would be gone for a couple of hours."
This was too much for Lucy. She started to cry. Timmy put his arms around her and held her. He didn't say anything, or ask any questions. She couldn't have said a word if her life depended on it. The sobs were racking through her and there was nothing that would stop them.
It was about fifteen minutes later when Lucy was able to say something. They had gone into the living room and Timmy was sitting beside her. His arms were warm and strong. Lucy really liked him, but she figured that he would never notice her. He was seventeen.
Lucy looked at Timmy and tried to smile. She liked the feeling of his hands on her. The scent of him was strong at this close range and she wanted to put her head on his shoulder.
As she laid her head down, Timmy shifted his position to make her more comfortable. They were lying against the couch, comfortable in each others arms. Lucy had stopped crying, and she wondered if they were alone. Mrs. Tunney was seldom home and she thought that might be the case now, too.
As if Timmy had read her mind, he began to speak.
"No one's home. My parents went shopping and Ro is out with Lenny and I think I know what they're doing."
Lucy laughed when he said that. Roseann said, often, that she talked to her brother about sex. He would even tell her about some of the girls he dated.
There was a thrill of warmth that went through Lucy. She was alone with Timmy and he was holding her. It was so nice and comfortable and when he put his hand under her arm and edged towards her breasts, she didn't stop him.
"I've always wanted to get to know you. Ever since we moved in and my sister made friends with you."
"I wanted to get to know you, too."
"Did you?"
"I just always figured that you were too old for me. Well, what I mean is that I was too young for you."
Lucy cursed her stupidity. Now he would never kiss her. The embarrassment crept over her and reddened her face. She buried her face into Timmy's shoulder.
"I think you're the prettiest of my sister's friends. You have some figure!"
Lucy couldn't believe her ears. He was complimenting her. Maybe he hadn't heard her stupid remark. She hoped that he hadn't. The hand close to her breast began to move and a warm feeling started to overcome her. He was rubbing closer to her nipple and she was feeling better and better.
"I'm sorry that something is wrong, but maybe I can help. Why don't you tell me?"
Lucy didn't want to think about going away. Now now! Not when she was in the arms of the boy she cared about, but could not dare to speak about. Not even to her friend, his sister." , "Come on, it'll make you feel better."
"My parents are sending me to boarding school."
As she said this, Lucy waited for the flood of fear to come back, but it didn't. Lying against Timmy, she didn't feel the fear and the discomfort of her earlier reaction. She wasn't afraid of being alone.
"Hey, that's tough. When are they sending you?"
"I don't know. I ran out of the house when they were telling me and I came here."
"I'm glad you did."
Again, Timmy's hand moved, and now, he was directly at her nipple. He rubbed in a circle, over her clothes and the warm feeling below grew instantly. Her hands were in her lap and something made her look at Timmy's lap.
There, in his crotch, was a bulge. Lucy knew what it was. He had a hard-on. Roseann had told her about it. Sure, it happened when a guy wanted to screw you. Roseann said that it felt good when a boy did that.
So many thoughts raced through her head, but the feeling drove her on. She wanted to feel what his cock felt like. She talked about it with Roseann and she had seen pictures, but until this time Lucy had never wanted to touch a boy's pants.
Lucy lifted her hand from her lap almost imperceptibly, and then, she hesitated. But Timmy caught the movement, and in understanding and desire, he took her hand and guided it to the large bulge. Neither of them said anything.
Timmy pressed Lucy's hand against his cock. Lucy was surprised at how hard it was. There was something soft just lower down and that must be the balls that Roseann told her about. At once, she was afraid and excited about what she was doing. But she didn't want to stop.
Timmy continued his massaging of her firm breasts and Lucy was embarrassed as she felt her crotch get wet. She had never felt this before and she didn't know what was happening. Timmy didn't give her time to worry about it. He bent over and kissed Lucy on the lips and he lingered there. Then Timmy began to push his tongue against Lucy's lips.
No one had ever done this to Lucy before and the flicker in her body soared to fire. She felt his tongue licking across her lips and she parted them slowly. As Timmy searched further in her mouth Lucy felt like screaming from the intense feeling she was experiencing.
Every fiber in her body was tingling and Lucy grabbed hold of Timmy's cock through his pants. At the signal from her, Timmy thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth and squeezed her breast. Lucy began to moan softly, without being aware of it.
Timmy broke away for a minute and he had a strange look in his eyes. He smiled at Lucy and rubbed her breast again.
"You're not too young for it. Not for me."
Timmy took his hand from Lucy's and brought it to her crotch. He pressed against the wetness, and Lucy gasped from the feeling he was giving her. She did not resist when he unzipped her jeans and unsnapped them, and worked his hand under her panties. She twisted her bottom to let him into her pants.
With this encouragement, Timmy quickly found her clitoris and rubbed it. Streaks of pleasure shot through Lucy and she jerked her hips as the feelings forced her to do so. Oh, this was something!
It was only a few minutes before Timmy was probing father. He was pleased at the wetness that he found and he ran his finger up and down the slit, parting the curly hair.
When he stabbed at her vagina, though, Lucy wasn't ready for it. He lifted her off the couch, to get some room for his hand and he poked one finger into her.
"Oh!"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. It's just that no one has ever done that before. That's all."
"No one? I'm the first? Good, I like cherry."
Lucy was pleased with herself that she was a virgin for him. She had never wanted a boy so much. Even though Roseann had told her about how good it was and told her that she did it as often as she could.
That time, however, was past. Lucy was getting more curious with the days, and when she saw Timmy, she wondered if he was the way that Roseann talked about her lovers. She wanted him to be that way.
Her curiosity was getting the better of her. She was an only child, and she never saw her father undressed. She had never seen a real cock. She hesitated for only a moment as she pulled the zipper on his jeans down. He seemed very happy that she was doing it, and that encouraged her.
"Take him out."
"Just like this?"
"Just pull him out of my shorts until he's all the way out."
Lucy was surprised by the heat of his flesh. She had never imagined that it could be that hot. It was thick and red, too. She worked it out of his pants and was mesmerized, watching it emerge. It was long and thick.
When she finally succeeded in getting the whole of his cock in her hands, out of his pants, she was staring at nine inches of cock. It was thicker than her hand could encircle and there was a bead of liquid on the tip. It was whitish and filled the hole in the head.
Lucy used both her hands to touch and rub Timmy's cock. Roseann had told her all about how to do it and she found it coming very easily and naturally to her. She liked the feeling of the hard flesh under the smooth skin.
Timmy was beginning to piston his hips towards her ringed hands. He was almost lifting himself off the couch as he thrust himself at Lucy's grasp. Lucy tightened her hands and Timmy moaned with the pleasure that he was feeling.
"Lucy, you know how to handle a guy's dick."
Lucy didn't have time to answer, because as he was driven higher by her manipulations, he thrust his finger into her vagina and Lucy was seeing lights and stars. She had never experienced this feeling, the insertion, the sensation of being impaled. It was exciting!
"Lucy, come on. This is silly. Let's get some real action in."
As he said the words, for some reason, Lucy thought about her mother. Okay. She accused me of being a bad person. She never said anything about boys, directly, but the look was in her eyes. Okay, Mom, now I will be bad, and do this with him!
Lucy didn't resist. She let Timmy pull her pants off and her panties. Then he pulled his pants off and they both had bare bottoms. She was more fascinated by the sight of his cock, sticking out from his body this way. His sac was firm and large and Lucy could not help herself as she touched it.
"You don't have to be that careful."
"I just don't want to hurt you."
This was no time to talk. Timmy pulled Lucy to him and underneath him on the couch. She saw that there was the picture window just over the couch. Someone could see in.
"Timmy, can we lie on the floor?"
Timmy misunderstood and thought that she was referring to the mess that there might be.
"Sure, I should have thought about it."
They got to the floor and the pepper-and-salt carpet felt a bit rough on her. Still, Lucy had little time to worry. Timmy positioned her underneath him and she felt his hard cock pressing into her thigh.
Timmy managed to get his prick into position, just at the outside of her tight pussy, and spread the lips with his fingers. The size of his bulbous head looked huge against the small opening of her body. Lucy could not see it, but she was beginning to feel the stretching of her vagina.
Timmy pushed and the tight walls gave way to the first phallus they had ever experienced. His strength and his desire were great and her need matched his. The lubrication from her eager body helped ease Timmy into her tight channel without too much discomfort to her.
Both were excited and desperate to go on with the action and, as Timmy thrust against her maidenhead, Lucy was almost unaware, save a small discomfort. She stopped thrusting back at him, but Timmy was so enraged by desire that he did not stop. His cock tore through her membrane and Lucy grabbed onto his shoulders as the quick pain stabbed at her.
Timmy was too involved with what he was doing to notice Lucy's reaction, but he felt her fingernails cutting into his shoulders. The pain was gone, but the good feelings were dimmed by the pain. It took Lucy a few moments to regain her feeling of passion and need.
"Is anything wrong?"
"No. I just felt a sharp pain. It still hurts a little."
Timmy smiled and there was a delighted grin on his face.
"That was your cheery. Now I've got it."
Lucy felt relieved to know that it was all over and the way that Timmy had spoken had gotten her excited again. The good feelings started to return and she continued with her movements.
Together they climaxed higher and higher. Lucy was completely lost in the feelings running through her body.
"Hey, you may have been a virgin, but you sure know how to grind."
"Is that what I'm doing? I just know that it feels good."
Timmy put his head against Lucy's neck and set to fucking her. He couldn't take any more fooling around. He was about to explode! He humped his hips up and down, driving his thick cock into her vagina.
Lucy was confused with the feelings running through her. All she knew was that they felt good, and she wanted them to continue. There was something that was driving her onward. There was a distinct and different kind of itching that she was experiencing.
Each time she rubbed herself on Timmy, she could feel the itching getting worse. She was trying to scratch it with his cock and the scratching only made the need worse. Lucy's teeth were set on edge and she frowned in concentration.
"Lucy, I'm getting close to coming. Where are you?"
"I don't know. I just know that I don't want to stop."
Timmy was pleased to know that she was close to coming. He added some strength to the thrusts and increased his speed.
With the increase in strength and speed, Lucy was lost as the sensations piled one on the other and she was out of control. She thrust her body against Timmy's, but could not capture the rhythm. She kicked and humped her bottom, but still, the design escaped her.
"Timmy, something terrible is happening! I can't take it!"
"Relax and come! I can't hold out!"
As Timmy spoke, Lucy felt a surge and then she was lost in her orgasm. The pleasure dipped and peaked and her fingertips were tingling. She thrust her body frantically against Timmy to get all the feeling she could.
When Timmy felt the strong contractions of the tight opening, he knew that he would come soon. He thrust after his own orgasm and then, in a flash, a wild light filled his head and he was lost in shoving into Lucy's cunt.
He grunted as the semen shot out of him. Again and again he arched his back and thrust his hips with the message that was written at the beginning of time. He was giving and receiving at the same time.
Lucy tugged and scratched at Timmy as he emptied his sac into her. She was completely involved with her orgasm, but the shot of liquid brought about a thrill that left her weak.
At the time that Lucy was involved with the act of copulation, she was not thinking about her mother or her revenge. She was only conscious of the need inside her and the drive to fulfill that need. She thumped herself against Timmy with that need and only when the two were spent did the wildness cease.
Timmy collapsed on Lucy. He was out of breath. He had expended a great deal of energy in this defloration.
Slowly he managed to speak and when he did, he was smiling again.
"Lucy, you can fuck!"
Lucy heard the words through a fog of serenity. She smiled, but did not open her eyes. She was lost in the feeling and did not want to let it go.
Lucy opened her eyes, but, now, all she saw was the rain. That wonderful episode had happened months ago, and she hadn't had a boy since. She realized that her panties were wet.
Many of the girls were away for the weekend. Some had gone home, but most of them had gone on small weekend trips. The older girls were with their boyfriends and she was jealous of the fact that they were probably fucking.
Lucy sat on the bed and put her hand to her pussy. She wanted to have a boy. No, not a boy, just a cock. She wanted to feel what she felt when Timmy was inside her. At night, she would lie in bed, dreaming that it was happening to her again.
Instead of the thick cock, however, it was her own fingers. She would thrust them in and out of her tender body, but all she ever experienced was a half-hearted orgasm that left her calm for the moment, but never satisfied.
She thought back to the scene after she fucked with Timmy. He had taken her into the bathroom and after she cleaned up, they talked.
Lucy had asked Timmy to wear silence and he said that he would. Not even to his sister. However, Lucy doubted that, and figured that she would tell Roseann herself.
The tears began to well up in her eyes as she told her friend her parents were sending her away. She got out a few sentences when Roseann burst into a cheer. Lucy was hurt and confused.
"You want me to go away?"
"No, silly. But being on your own without your parents is just great."
"I won't be alone. There'll be some authority."
"Oh, Lucy, there's always a way to get around that."
"How?"
"I wonder if I could get my folks to let me go. That would be great!"
Suddenly, the gloom of the sentence was lifting for Lucy. There was some hope for her banishment. That would kill her parents if they knew that Roseann was going to the same school.
"Do you think that you could?"
"I'm just thinking of all those guys around."
"This is a girls' school."
"I didn't say boys, I said guys. It doesn't matter how old a guy is. It still works!"
Lucy wouldn't think about other men. She was content with Timmy. The only idea that excited her was the thought of Roseann coming with her.
"Roseann, when do you think that you could come?"
"As soon as we could get everything settled."
Lucy left Roseann's house that afternoon feeling more secure. She wasn't that terribly frightened anymore. She did not feel abandoned. Her friend would be coming with her. But she wouldn't tell her parents.
When she got home, her father and mother were in the living room. There was an anxious look on their faces, and Lucy took great pleasure in appearing calm.
"I think that boarding school is a good idea.
It will give me a chance to become more independent."
She spoke very little to her parents during the next two weeks. There was still one part of her that did not want to go. She was a little frightened as to what it would be like. And Roseann could not possibly be there for a few months.
And now, here she sat, three months after she had arrived, and no Roseann. Without her friend, Lucy shrank into the corner, and could not think about approaching boys. Even when they had mixers it was too much for her to go up to a boy. When they talked to her she was shy and couldn't talk.
As she masturbated, she thought about Timmy and the thick flesh that he had thrust into her. She imagined that it was happening again, and as she manipulated herself into a weak orgasm, she felt the shot of semen he poured into her.
She lay back on her bed, thinking about Roseann and her promise to come. She was very hurt that she had not heard from her in the past few weeks, and the last time they had spoken, Roseann had never mentioned coming.
All she wanted to do right now was cry. She felt more relaxed for the small orgasm, but that didn't help the situation.
Lucy had made one friend, but she was conscious of being "out of her class" with most of them. Lucy always thought of herself as simple in taste and needs. These girls were going to Europe for the summer and on sophisticated trips.
She sighed and lay down. Maybe she could take a nap. Just stop all the feelings and the ideas. Being fourteen and away from home isn't easy. She was lonely!
The thoughts drifted in and out of her consciousness as the desired sleep took over. She fell asleep with a frown on her face. She would dream about how she wanted it to be, not as it was.