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- 7 -
On the night of the Snowflake Dance, we were meeting three other
couples at a seafood restaurant called Chesapeake Bay for dinner before
the dance. I drove over to Missy's house to pick her up at 5:00. Mrs.
Samuelson opened the door after I rang the bell, and ushered me into
the living room to wait for Melissa to finish getting ready. Mr.
Samuelson joined us, a camera in his hand, and Megan was with him.
"Well," she said, "if it isn't the jock with a brain. Ray, isn't it?"
"Hello, Megan," I said politely. "How's your indoor soccer team
"I'm on two teams, and both of them are winning more than we're
losing," she replied. "Which is more than you can say about your
football team this year."
She was trying to get under my skin, I could tell, but I wasn't going
to fall for her trap.
"You are absolutely right about that," I said. "We did kind of suck,
She looked surprised that I would admit it, and it shut her up for a
few minutes. Just then, we heard Melissa come down the stairs, so we
all went out to the entryway.
She was so lovely she took my breath away. Her long blonde hair was
piled elaborately on her head in swirls and curls, with just a few
strands artfully escaping along the back of her neck. Her dress was
a low-cut powder blue spaghetti strap number that accentuated her
narrow waist and revealed just a hint of cleavage. She was wearing
her pearl pendant on its gold chain, and it was resting on the flawless
skin below her throat. It was a tossup whether the pendant enhanced
the throat, or the throat enhanced the pearl.
"Humma humma," was all that would come out of my mouth. I was in awe
that this extraordinary creature had consented to go out with me.
Even Megan seemed to be standing there with her mouth open, as if in
shock. Mrs. Samuelson went up a few steps to meet Melissa and fussed
with her skirt a little, then stepped back to admire her oldest
"Okay, kids, let's get some pictures here," cried Mr. Samuelson,
breaking the spell. He lined us up and took practically a whole roll
of photos of Melissa alone, Melissa and me, Melissa and Megan, Melissa
and her mom, Melissa and Megan and me, then handed the camera to me
and instructed me to take a couple of family photos.
By the time we finally were able to get out the front door I was
seeing spots before my eyes from all the flashes from the camera. We
were both relieved to be out of the house and on our way.
We walked into the restaurant, already crowded with the usual Saturday
night crowd compounded by quite a few tables filled with kids heading
to the dance, and found Brad and Lindsey already at the table, along
with Jared with his date Mattie. As we sat down, the fourth couple
in our party, Marcus and Katie, spotted us and made their way to our
"Boy," said Jared, 'I thought Mattie's parents would never get done
"I know what you mean," said Marcus as we all nodded our heads in
agreement. "You should have seen us. Katie had to have her picture
taken with every one of her brothers and sisters, plus a couple of
cousins, then the aunts and uncles and moms and dads. I'm half
surprised they even remembered that I was there."
"Oh, it wasn't that bad," said Katie. 'Just because I have a big
family doesn't mean it took any longer than anyone else. Right,
"Too true," said Lindsey. "If you want to get dressed up, you've
got to put up with the pictures. Deal with it, guys. It'll be
even worse at your weddings."
"Provided, of course, you can find any girls desperate enough to
want to marry you guys," added Mattie with a laugh.
"What, we're good enough to dance with at school, but not good
enough to marry?" asked Brad. "That's a hell of a note."
"Hey, lover boy, I'm just using you for a good time," said Lindsey
as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around Brad's arm. She
looked up at him coyly. "But that's all right too, isn't it?"
She exaggeratedly batted her eyes at him.
"Yeah, I can see it now, written on the bathroom walls in girl's
johns from here to Pittsburgh: 'for a good time call Brad'," he
said with a grin.
"In your dreams, pal, in your dreams," I said, laughing.
The dance was everything you'd expect a high school dance to be.
The girls all looked gorgeous, the boys were dressed to the nines
and acting oh so sophisticated. There were the few complete losers
there, guys who still thought a white T-shirt painted to look like
a tuxedo was a cool look, and there were some teachers and a few
parents acting as chaperones, standing around trying not to look
at the kids dancing too closely and kissing too intently during
the slow songs. We all put in our time there, but we knew that
the real party began sometime after the dance ended.
Toward the end of the dance, quite a few couples were starting to
drift out. The group of us said our goodbyes to our friends and we
headed out to our cars, anxious to get to the hotel. Jared and
Mattie had reserved a suite, where we would all congregate for our
party. There were about 10 other couples who had reserved rooms at
the same hotel, and about 15 couples who were invited to the
post-dance party. We all arrived at pretty much the same time,
entering the room in an excess of swirling taffeta and silk and
velvet. Jared already had a bar set up in one corner, with beer,
wine, liquor, and soft drinks, and snacks were set up around the
sitting room. I grabbed a glass of wine for Missy, and a beer for
me, and we started chatting with some of our friends. There was
quite a bit of noise in the room as 30 people jostled around in
their finery, getting drinks and wandering from group to group.
As we were talking with Marcus and Katie, Brad and Lindsey joined
us. I felt Brad touch my arm to get my attention, and he slipped
his room key into my hand. I looked over at him, startled. He
opened his other hand and glanced down, silently telling me to
take a look. I looked down, and saw he was holding a second key
in his hand. He gave me a quick wink, and he and Lindsey wandered
Just holding that key in my hand made my blood start to rush. I
could feel my temperature rising, and I started to perspire from
nervousness. I was losing track of the conversation as my mind raced
around the possibilities that the room key represented. Fortunately,
we were joined by two other couples, and Missy and I made our excuses
and wandered back toward the bar.
"Is everything okay?" Missy asked as we walked away.
"Oh, yeah," I said quietly. I showed her the key. "It's Brad and
Lindsey's room," I said.
"Why do you have the key?" she asked. As soon as she asked the
question, I could see the answer come to her. She gave me a look I
had never seen on her face before, and she leaned in to me to whisper
in my ear. Her voice was suddenly huskier than normal as she said,
"What did you have in mind?"
That was all it took. The blood rushed immediately from my brain
directly to my cock, and the testosterone took over. I refilled her
wine glass, grabbed another beer, then took her hand and led her away
toward the door. Fortunately, there was a fair amount of activity by
the door, with people coming and going from their rooms to the party
room, so nobody thought anything of us walking out, hand in hand. I
could feel her hand was sweating just as much as mine was, and I could
see the nervousness in her eyes. We found the elevator, and punched
the button to go up to the floor that Brad's room was on. As soon as
the elevator door shut, I slipped my arms around her and pulled her in
to me. She raised her head, closed her eyes, and gave me a strong,
heated kiss that caused me to moan involuntarily. The doors opened,
and we took turns pulling each other toward Brad's room. I fumbled
with the key, and finally got it to work. We opened the door and
turned on the light, then stepped into the room.
As the door shut, we were faced with the reality of our rush to be
together. It was a small room, with two double beds side by side,
made up with green floral bedspreads. There were reading lights over
each bed, a dresser with a television on top of it, and a small closet
with no door. There was a doorway leading to a small bathroom. I
glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand between the beds and saw
that it was 11:30. There was plenty of time for us before Missy had
to be home.
We turned to each other. I could see she was even more nervous than
she had been before, and I felt like my stomach held an entire extended
family of butterflies. My knees felt a little watery, and I was afraid
I was sweating right through my shirt and tuxedo jacket. As she gazed
at me, she reached back behind her and turned off the light. The
curtains were open, giving off a soft glow from the city lights
outside, 10 floors below us. It was a comforting amount of light for
both of us, and I could feel myself calm down as I slipped my arms
around her waist and gathered her to me.
Her arms went around my neck, her fingers playing in my hair, as we
kissed while standing there. Her lipstick tasted of strawberries, her
breath was sweetened by the wine, and her tongue slipped out and
touched the tip of mine lightly, playfully. I hugged her tightly to
me, running my hands up from her waist to her shoulder blades and back.
A small, low sound came from her, and she broke our kiss. She gazed up
into my eyes, and I felt like I was being measured. I tried to stand
up taller and straighter as she studied me. I could see in her eyes as
she made her decision, and she tugged me into the room, toward the
farther bed. She pushed me back until the edge of the bed caught me
behind my knees, and I sat down. She slipped into my lap, then pushed
me back so I was laying down with her on top of me. She took my head
between her hands and kissed me again, long and deep, as I lay there,
trapped in a tangle of arms and legs. I reached behind her and found
the top button of her dress and fumbled around until it popped open,
then slid my hands down to the next button. I managed to undo four
buttons when she sat up, reached behind her, and unbuttoned the rest.
She stood up to remove her dress, and walked over to hang it up in the
closet. I sat up and took off my jacket and cummerbund, throwing them
onto the other bed, then untied my shoes and kicked them off. I
looked over as Melissa finished hanging up her dress. She was still
wearing a half-slip with a strapless bra, and the silken material
clung to her hips enticingly, falling in folds around her knees. Her
soft blonde hair piled above her pale neck, along with the light peach
color of her slip, gleamed palely in the gloom. In the dim light she
looked like a goddess rising out of the mist, beautiful and terrible
in her power. At that moment, gazing at her, I knew I was lost.
She looked over at me and smiled shyly, breaking the spell. I scooted
back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and patted the mattress
next to me. She walked around the bed and lay down next to me, her
head on my chest, her arm draped across me. I held her to me, resting
my head on the top of hers, her hair soft and smelling faintly of some
sort of flowery rinse. My fingers drifted across her cheek to beneath
her chin, and I raised her face up to mine for a soft, lingering kiss.
I slipped down to lie next to her, and wrapped her up in my arms. The
heat of our kiss flared, and our mouths opened against each other.
Our tongues battled for supremacy, snaking and writhing, tasting and
flavoring. I think I moaned, and I felt more than heard her purr and
moan in unison. I reached around her, dragging my hand up from her
waist across the satin smoothness of her skin, and cupped her covered
breast. She moaned louder, thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, and
pressed her chest harder into my hand. I squeezed and explored first
one, then the other breast through the flimsy material of her bra.
I abandoned her breasts for a moment to reach around behind her,
searching for the clasp. She helped by twisting in my direction, and
I found the clasp and managed to release it with one hand. I slipped
under the material, back around her body to her breast, my fingertips
exulting in the roundness of her body, the feel of her hard ribs
overlaid by the soft, pliant flesh of her small breast. Her nipple
expanded as my palm rested on her, and I pressed and squeezed as she
encouraged me with the force of her kisses.
I grasped her loose bra and pulled it off her and dropped it beside
us. Melissa brought her hands around and began to unbutton my shirt.
When she reached my pants, she pulled the shirt out and ran her hands
back up my chest and up my shoulders to get the shirt off. I sat up
momentarily to remove my cufflinks and pull the shirt off my arms,
then lay back down and pressed myself to her, for the first time
reveling in the feel of skin on skin as our upper bodies molded
together. I kissed and sucked her soft skin behind her earlobe, then
left moist trails with my tongue and lips down her neck to her throat.
She drew her head back to expose more of her throat to my attentions
as she ran her hands up and down my bare back. I used my fingertips
to play with her turgid nipples, one to the other, running the flat of
my hand down one breast, across her chest, and up to the other breast,
teasingly drawing out the play of my fingers across her responsive
I kissed and licked my way down from her throat to her chest and
licked the salt from her skin around her soft mounds. Down and around,
first one breast and then the other, licking and kissing the undersides,
the shallow valley between, then over the tops, moving in slow
concentric circles around her swelling breasts as she arched up,
anxious to feel my lips upon her tips. As my mouth was making its slow,
agonizing way around her boobs, my right arm slipped down her back,
under her half-slip, under her silken panties, to caress the smooth,
soft globes of her ass. As my hand moved down, her leg cocked, opening
herself to my caresses. I felt my fingertips trace down the crack of
her butt, glide over the puckered flower of her asshole, and find the
downy, moist presence of her pussy lips.
As my tongue and lips teased her swelling breasts, riding the rise and
fall of her heavy breathing, she twisted her torso slightly, trying to
move her swollen nipples into my mouth. In her excitement, she
clutched the back of my head with one hand, while the other was
clenched against my ass. As much for my own pleasure as for hers, I
finally relented and took her rigid nipple into my mouth. I licked and
lapped at her nipple, then opened my mouth wider and tried to suck her
whole breast into my mouth. As I felt her turgid nipple on the back of
my tongue, I heard her groan and felt her shudder. I clenched her soft
butt and tried to pull her against my crotch in my excitement, and her
reaction was to pull me in toward her in response. I released her
breast and licked and nuzzled between her boobs to her other neglected
nipple and repeated my suckling. My hand moved from her butt around
her hip to her tummy, underneath her elastic waistband, then moved
slowly down until I could feel the beginnings of her soft pubic hair on
my fingertips. She hunched her hips up into my hand, and my fingers
slipped into her slit. My fingertips parted her moist lips, releasing
a flood of her nectar. I pushed my fingers deeper into her pussy,
feeling the petals and folds yielding before me, until I came to the
ridge of her virginal hole. I dipped my middle finger into her to the
first knuckle, marveling at the heat and the tightness, and dragged
some of her oils back up her slit until I felt the fleshy ball-bearing
of her clitoris. I rolled her clit between my fingers as she huffed
and huffed and nearly bucked off the bed. I released her breast from
my lips and she pulled me up to her for a fierce kiss, and began to
struggle with the snaps of my trousers. She was practically in a panic
to get my pants off, snatching at the top snap and trying to lower the
zipper. Finally she broke our kiss and concentrated on her task. I
stopped all my ministrations to help her, and together we managed to
push my pants and underwear down to my ankles, where I could kick them
off onto the floor. She instantly grabbed my stone hard cock with her
small hands, one exploring the shaft and the other caressing my balls,
eliciting a storm of pleasure careering up from my center. She pushed
me onto my back and bent down to examine me in the dim light, using
her thumb to spread the moisture leaking out around the mushroom head
of my aching cock as she manipulated my balls and scratched with her
fingernails at the underside of my scrotum. I watched as her tongue
snaked out and licked softly at the head, creating a twitching in my
muscles from thigh to stomach, then licked down the length of my cock
and up the underside as if it were a fleshy popsicle. She then
opened her mouth and took the entire head into her hot mouth, pressed
her lips tight, and sucked hard.
I lost it. With no warning at all, my cock pulsed and the cum streamed
out into her mouth. The first spurt caught us both by surprise, and
her eyes opened wide as she jerked up, instinctively swallowing the
first mouthful. My cock popped out of her mouth just as the second
spurt sprayed out, catching her in the cheek, as her hand continued
to milk me. By the seventh feeble spurt, I was feeling spent and out
of breath, and Melissa was still gazing with bright eyes, fascinated,
at the aftermath of my explosion.
"Oh my God," she exclaimed as she wiped off her face with a corner of
the bedspread. "Does that always happen like that?"
"You caught me by surprise," I sighed as I lay there catching my
breath. "I don't think anything quite like that has ever happened to
anybody before. Missy, you are incredible!"
She relinquished her hold on my dick and scooted up the bed to lie
beside me. "I didn't do hardly anything," she said shyly.
"Boy, now I feel really bad," I said. "I haven't done anything for
She snuggled up next to me. "Not true," she replied. "I feel really
happy right now, Ray. I don't think I've ever felt this close to anyone
ever before." She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a squeeze.
I kissed the top of her head, my arms around her, and she lifted up to
give me a soft kiss.
As she turned in my arms to kiss me, she slipped one leg between mine.
I could feel the heat and the moisture from her drooling pussy against
my leg, causing my prick to twitch back to life. I crushed her to me,
suddenly anxious to make her cum as hard as I had, and pushed her back
until she was laying on her back and I was over her, my leg insinuating
itself between hers. Our tongues battled once again as I ran my hand
up her body to her swollen breast. I roughly squeezed and pulled at
her breast and nipple, creating an undulation in her hips against me.
She emitted a soft, high whining sound, breathing hard into my mouth as
her internal temperature climbed nearly to a flash point. I rubbed my
knee against the crotch of her panties, which were now completely
soaked through. My hand moved from her breast down her stomach, under
the waistband of her panties and half-slip, and directly onto her
engorged clit, while at the same time I broke our kiss and bent down
to take her enlarged nipple between my lips and teeth. I bit down
lightly on the fleshy nub as I twirled her clit between my two
fingers. As soon as I started stroking it, she tensed up, eyes shut
tight, and bit her lip to keep from crying out. I watched her face
as her orgasm washed over her, all the while flicking and rubbing
her tiny nub. As she climaxed, she grabbed my hand to stop its
manipulation, squeezing my wrist hard and unconsciously digging her
nails into my skin, whining and moaning the whole time.
After she came down from her sexual high, she opened her eyes and
stared at me. I whispered to her, "Boy, that was quick. You were
"Shut up and get in me," she said intensely.
I looked at her, surprised. "Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't have
"I don't care, I just know I need you right now." She convinced me
by reaching up and giving me the hardest, hottest, wettest kiss of my
life. "Now, Ray, before I change my mind. I want you."
She reached down and fondled my cock. I was surprised to find that it
was as hard as it had ever been in my life. When did that happen? It
certainly was a convincing element. I sat up and began pulling off her
slip and panties. She reached down to help me, finally flinging them
off onto the floor. . She sat up, reached up to pull clips out of her
hair, and ran her fingers through her long blonde tresses. She lay
back, legs bent and spread, arms out beckoning to me, her hair spread
out around her head like a yellow halo.
I was powerless to resist. Not that I wanted to resist, understand,
but even if I had not been completely smitten by her, I would not have
been able to keep from doing what she was expecting. I slipped into
her arms and she wrapped her legs around me. My stiff cock was resting
against her pubis and tummy, and she rubbed herself against me in
anticipation as we melded together for another open-mouthed kiss. She
reached down between our bodies and grabbed my shaft, positioning the
head at the entrance to her opening. She rubbed my tip up and down her
slit, gathering moisture, and then pressed herself up against me. I
felt the tip enter her as she let go and crushed me to her once again.
She spread her legs even further apart and tried to hunch herself onto
more of my cock. She was unbelievably tight, and the drooling moisture
from her cunt and from my cock created a hot, wet, completely desirable
environment, unlike anything I had ever felt or even imagined before.
Slowly, agonizingly, more of my cock slipped into her. She moaned into
my mouth, working her hips back and forth, trying to fit more into her.
There was no resistance except for her virginal tightness, and I slowly
entered her deeper and deeper. Her heels moved up to below my ass, and
she was pulling me into her with her legs. She broke our kiss and
threw her head back as if she were in agony, her mouth open, her
breathing ragged, her eyes wide and unseeing. I bent down and sucked
and bit her earlobe, and she screeched and jerked upwards with her
hips. The final inches of my iron cock slipped into her. I could
feel her pubic hair tickling me, my balls resting against her upturned
"Do me," she chanted, "do me, do me, do me."
I began moving. Out, then in, then out nearly all the way, until just
the helmeted head was still buried in her. I plunged back in hard and
deep, and her hips crashed up to meet mine. She was unbelievably wet,
unbearably hot, crushingly tight, and I was in a place I never wanted
to leave. She met each stroke with an equally powerful one of her own,
pushing with hips and pulling with her legs simultaneously. I was lost
in my own haze of intense pleasure, but I could still hear her ragged
breathing on my neck as I chewed on her ear and nuzzled her throat.
It was a good thing I had cum once already, as the heat and the wetness
and the constriction of her virgin walls were combining to toss me over
the edge into oblivion. I had never felt anything even remotely like
this, and even the fevered imaginings of a hormonally charged teenaged
boy could not conceive of the actual sensation of the skin of a rigid
cock sliding against the slick walls of a willing, young pussy.
It has been said that everyone remembers the first time. It was Missy's
first time, and it was my first time, and I couldn't think that anything
could be as memorable as this. I couldn't imagine a better feeling with
anybody else, a better fit than the way our bodies molded together. Her
breasts were mashed against my chest, her nipples still engorged and
rubbing against my own. I arched up and gazed down at her, watching her
breasts sway with our movement like a sponge in a tidal current.
Supporting myself on my arms, I reached down and caught one of her
nipples between my teeth, then suckled at her breast. She arched up
toward me in an unconscious response, pushing her chest at me as she
moaned in pleasure. When she did this, she used her heels against my
ass as her leverage, which pushed my cock further into her until I
bumped against her cervix, my balls pressed against her butt.
Her whole body contracted, and she began to screech breathlessly as her
orgasm took her. I grunted, pushed, and surrendered to my own climax.
I was in her as far as I could go when my balls contracted and pulsed,
filling her cavity to overflowing with my seed. The intense pleasure
streaked along every nerve fiber of my body, from the tip of my cock to
the center of my brain, tidal waves crashing against granite cliffs.
Her nipple popped out of my mouth in my convulsion as the waves
crashed, receded, then crashed again. I could feel the muscles of her
cunt squeeze and release around the full length of my cock, milking
the last dregs from me and keeping me hard within her.
At last, entirely spent, I collapsed on top of her. I felt her body
relax, her legs falling back to the bed, her arms around my neck. She
covered my neck, my face with little kisses, and as I rested cheek to
cheek I could feel the intermingling of our sweat with fresh tears
tracking down from her eyes. As I recovered, my cock shriveling
inside her, I looked at her face in concern.
"Are you all right?" I asked. Her tears worried me.
"More than all right." She squeezed me tight, and gave me a soft,
tender kiss. "This is the best night of my life."
"But you were crying. Did I do something wrong?"
"Oh, God, no! Nothing could be righter! You are sensational,
fantastic, stupendous, wonderful. Should I go on?"
"No. Well, yes, if you insist. No, wait, if everything is good, why
were you crying?" I asked, confused.
"You dope, I'm happy. Girls cry when they're happy sometimes. It's
one of those girl things that guys claim they don't understand, I
think. Anyway," she continued, hugging me to her, "I am delirious,
ecstatic, madly happy, and it's all your fault, Ray my love, my first
love, my onlyest love."
I moved to take my weight off her, and my shriveled cock popped out
of her vagina as I rolled off to the side. I could feel our combined
juices on my dick and balls cooling as we lay there. I put my arm
around her, and she snuggled back up to me, pulling her legs up to
rest her thighs against mine.
"I really didn't expect this to happen, Missy. I'm sorry I didn't pull
out in time. I'll bring some protection with me from now on," I
"I was expecting this to happen, Ray, so don't worry. This is a fairly
safe time for me, and I wanted our first time to be free, just us, if
possible. But, God, we did make a mess, didn't we?" And she started
giggling as she felt down between her legs.
"You know what I always say, Missy girl, the messier the better. Hah!"
"You DON'T always say that, and you know it!" she laughed. "Come on,
we have to get cleaned up and get back down to the party before Lindsey
and Brad decide they need the room. Get up out of bed, lazy boy, and
get dressed. I need to use the bathroom." With that, she pushed me
right off the edge of the bed onto the floor, then laughed out loud.
"Hey!" I landed on my ass with a grunt. "Sure, use me and then kick
me out of bed. My life as a high-school gigolo."
"You don't even know what that means, sport." She stretched in s
atisfaction, then sat up and looked around. "Where is my underwear?"
I held up her panties and half-slip for her to see. "Here, Milady.
And what will you give for these?"
She looked at me for a moment, and said seriously, "I've already given
you the only truly precious gift I can give."
I looked at her. Her mood had changed abruptly. "I know you have,
Melissa. And I have given you my gift, also. I know it's not supposed
to be as important to guys as it is to girls, but it's important to me.
It's you I choose to give this gift to, because..." I paused, suddenly
hesitant to continue. "Because I love you," I finished.
She looked at me in shock. Tears welled up in her eyes as she
whispered, "Don't toy with me, Ray. Just because we've made love
doesn't mean you are IN love. Don't say it unless you mean it, Ray."
I felt almost insulted. "Don't you think I know the difference? I'm
not just the dumb jock that your sister thinks I am, am I? When have
I ever lied to you? And why do you think I would be lying now? Come
on, Missy, give me a break!"
She threw herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Oh, God,
you're right, Ray, I'm so sorry! I know I shouldn't doubt you, but
what we've done here tonight can never be taken back, and it makes me
nervous. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I believe you, I love you, I love you,
I love you!" She was fierce in her commitment as she squeezed my neck
with all her strength.
I hugged her hard, and then pressed my closed lips to hers. "And I
love you," I said against her mouth. She opened her lips and we kissed
each other to seal our words.
Suddenly she jumped up, grabbed her clothes out of my hand, and ran
into the bathroom. "I'm leaking all over the place!" she wailed, and
laughed delightedly as she closed the door.
I collapsed against the wall, exhausted from our exertions and the
emotional intensity of the past few minutes. I looked across the bed
at the alarm clock on the nightstand, and saw that it was almost 1:00 AM.
I dragged my sorry ass up and retrieved my clothes from the floor and
got dressed. I tried to brush the wrinkles out of my tuxedo trousers,
with little luck. Oh, well, I thought, they'll just look like I slept
Missy came out of the bathroom wearing just her half-slip. She started
to put her arms up to cover her breasts, then put them down again,
blushing slightly, as she came up to me. She stood up on tiptoe and
gave me a soft kiss, then handed me her soaked panties.
"A little memento for you to carry around for awhile," she said with a
She found her bra and put it back on, and slid the dress over her head.
I helped her button it back up, it being the gentlemanly thing to do
since it was I who helped to unbutton it in the first place. She
looked in the mirror at her hair, and got her brush out to work on it.
"Wait," I said, taking the brush from her hand. "I'll do that."
I began to brush her long hair while she reapplied her makeup and
lipstick. After a few minutes she took the brush back and said, "Good
enough, Ray my love. Thank you, but I guess I'll just have to walk
into that party wearing my 'just-fucked' look, won't I?" There was a
twinkle in her eye as she said it.
"I wouldn't mind if you always walked around with that look," I murmured
half to myself, "as long as it was me who caused it."
She laughed delightedly, and turned around to give me one more sweet
kiss. The strawberry taste was back on her lips.
- 8 -
So, from that evening on, none of our friends could mention one of our
names without saying the other. It was always "Ray-and-Melissa", as
if we were one person instead of two.
And perhaps we were. The "I" had almost automatically become the
"We", with no regrets on Missy's part or on mine. We were in love,
and it seemed like the entire school knew about it almost as soon as
we did. Her parents had accepted the fact that I was important to
Missy, and treated me with cautious respect. I, in turn, grew to
really like both her mother and her father, and even Megan lost
interest in being adversarial after awhile.
We went to a New Year's Eve party at Brad's house a few weeks after
the Snowflake Dance, and we sneaked up into Brad's room and were making
love at the stroke of midnight, for only the second time in our lives.
By then I had bought some condoms (that first time at the drug store is
always a nerve-wracking adventure for a teenager), and we were looking
forward to using them all up. Missy discovered a taste for sex, and
her limber body served us both very well over the rest of the school
For her birthday in May, her parents invited me to the family party.
There were about 20 people there, all members of her extended family.
I lost track of all the names, having only eyes for Missy. I got her
a little gold locket on a golden chain, and gave her my class ring to
wear on the chain. Then I brought out a boombox and slipped in a
karaoke tape of Chuck Berry's "Sweet Little Sixteen" and sang loudly
and badly to her, in front of her family and God and everybody. She
claimed she was mortified, but she still couldn't hide the absolutely
delighted smile on her face as I made a fool of myself for her.
All that summer, we were hanging out together. We would go to the
beach with Brad and Lindsey, or head down to Fabrice's in the evening
to meet up with a bunch of friends. She ate dinner at my house
nearly as often as I ate over at hers, and we spent hours on the
telephone when we weren't together, talking about whatever came into
Football practice and cheer practice started about the same time
later in the summer, and by then I had bought my own beater to drive
around, so I picked Missy up every day and drove her to the high
school for our practices, then drove her home, usually via the Dairy
Queen or McDonald's, afterward. We inaugurated the back seat of my
car on the first weekend I owned it, crawling into the back with a
blanket and a box of rubbers at the start of the triple-feature, and
crawling back to the front, tired and sated, by the middle of the
third movie. By the end of summer, for my birthday, she got me a
couple of CD's and wrote a note on a small slip of paper and put it
inside the card she had gotten me. The note said that she had visited
her doctor, and had convinced her to write a prescription for birth-
control pills, which she had been taking for a month. That night we
experienced, for the first time since THE first time, the closeness of
intimacy without latex intervening. It was the best birthday present
I have ever gotten.
But then the hard truth of the old expression "No Good Deed Ever Goes
Unpunished" revealed itself. It was Labor Day weekend, and Missy's
family was taking advantage of the long weekend to visit relatives
out of town. A big group of us new seniors, mostly guys on the
football team with their girlfriends and a few other friends, headed
down to the beach at one of the lakes nearby to picnic and take
advantage of the hot weather before school really kicked in for the
year. There were maybe thirty of us scattered along the large beach
and camping area. Kids started arriving by midmorning on Saturday,
and a lot of us were planning on staying at least until Sunday
evening, as long as the weather held. Marcus Delaney's older
brothers, both in college, joined us with a bunch of their friends,
and they picked up a couple of half-barrels of beer for everyone to
Brad, Jared, Marcus and I all pitched our tents around a fire pit
near the edge of the park. Lindsey was coming up Saturday afternoon
with Mattie to spend the night. Marcus and I were bachelors for the
weekend, so we made sure our tents were a little separated from
Jared's and Brad's, so they would have a little more privacy. After
setting up our campsite, the four of us ran down to the beach and
into the water, tossing a football back and forth. Pretty soon we
had enough boys and girls to organize a touch football game, so we
moved up to a grassy field and played until we were all exhausted,
hot and thirsty. On our way past our campsite, I stopped and picked
up some Gatorade for the four of us to chug down before we started
in on the beer.
We ran down to the beach and jumped in the water to cool off. Most
of the guys were wearing either swimming trunks or cutoffs, and we
had shed our shirts during the game. The girls usually had on a tank
top and shorts or a bikini, and they didn't hesitate before hitting
the water either. There was an extravagant amount of tempting female
flesh exposed, and most of the unattached guys were hovering around
the girls with their tongues hanging out, like hound dogs in heat.
Even some of the attached guys couldn't help looking, me included.
Most of the girls were there with a guy or with a group, but that
didn't stop the guys from acting like they had never seen a female
before. It was kind of funny to watch.
There was a fire going and hot dogs on the grill, so we all loaded
up on hot dogs, chips, cookies and beer after cooling off in the lake.
Some of the kids were starting to get a little sloshed, not being used
to drinking beer in quantity, or the heat and the sun, or not eating
enough. I saw a couple of girls flirting pretty heavily with some of
the college guys, but didn't think much of it at the time. One of
the girls was Micki, a tiny sophomore who made the varsity
cheerleading team, a very cute little thing with big, pouty lips that
almost seemed to beg for a cock to suck. I personally knew of about
10 guys who had, indeed, had those lips wrapped around their dicks,
as she tried to fuck her way onto the cheerleading squad as a
freshman. She was hanging onto the arm of one of the older guys,
looking like she was never going to let go. He sat there by the fire
next to her, feeding her sips of beer from his cup and letting her
demonstrate her talents by holding a hot dog up to her mouth for her
to eat, with a shit-eating grin on his face. For some reason, it
bothered me. I wasn't too concerned about Micki. She was experienced
enough, I reasoned, to take care of herself under most circumstances.
But these college guys that came with Jerry and Ev, Marcus's brothers,
were unknown to us. Just because they brought the beer did not make
them part of our circle of friends, after all.
Just at that moment, Lindsey and Mattie showed up. They had also
brought three other girls from school, Bridget, Natalie, and Allie.
They gathered up Brad, Jared, Marcus, me, and Antonio to help them
set up their gear, so I forgot about Micki and the college kids and
walked back to the parking area with the rest of the group.
By the time we got done rearranging our campsite to accommodate three
more tents, the sun was on its way down toward the horizon, and it
was starting to cool off. We each paired up with one of the girls
and walked through the woods, gathering sticks and small logs for our
own campfire later that evening. Allie and I took the area by the
parking lot, and we chatted and laughed as we gathered wood. Allie
was one of the starters on our girl's basketball team, a senior, and
had always been a jock. She had never ever shown any interest in
dating, and in fact had turned down every invitation she had gotten,
but she was an open and friendly kid, tall and attractive with long
dark, almost black hair. I'd known her since about the third grade,
and we were pals through and through. She knew Missy well, and she
had told me early on in our relationship that she thought we made
the perfect couple. Allie and I could sit next to one another, hold
hands, and talk of the deepest personal things, and there would
still be absolutely no hint of any sexual attraction between us.
It was very weird, believe me, having a girl friend who wasn't a
girlfriend, if you know what I mean.
Around sundown, Jared and Mattie hopped in Jared's car and trekked
back into town to pick up some pizzas for our dinner. When they
returned, they jumped out of the car, triumphantly holding up their
prizes: they had brought back with them marshmallows, graham
crackers, and chocolate bars for making S'mores, along with more
chips and popcorn and sodas and beer. We all gathered around and
feasted in a junk-food frenzy until we were too full to move. Of
course, with the beer, this brought on a burping contest among us
guys, to the disgust and giggles of the girls. Allie outdid us
all, however, with a monumental burst that must have started in her
legs, coming out deep and sonorous and resonating throughout our
campsite. Marcus suggested a farting contest, but we all declined.
We weren't THAT drunk.
We could see that a lot of the other campsites were starting to quiet
down also, though there was still a big, raucous crowd around the
college campsite. One half-barrel was empty and lying on its side
like a giant's discarded beer can, and the second one had been
tapped. Brad and Lindsey said their good-nights and headed for their
tent, and Jared and Mattie followed shortly after. Marcus, Allie,
Bridget, Natalie and I sat around our campfire, adding wood
occasionally, and swapped scary stories and urban legends. Finally,
the activity combined with the sun and the beer caught up with all
of us, and we said good night to each other and headed for our
Sometime later, I'm guessing about 2 hours after I had fallen
asleep, I woke up desperate to take a piss. I crawled out of my
sleeping bag and unzipped the tent, slipped into my tennis shoes,
and padded softly through our silent campsite toward the woods.
I entered into the trees and started to relieve myself, when I
heard some voices in a nearby clearing. As I was finishing, I
suddenly heard a female voice cry out in fear or pain, followed
immediately by a sharp male voice. I headed toward the sound of
the voices, crouching down and moving as quietly through the pine
needles and deadfall as I could, until I got to the edge of the
clearing. There was about a 3/4 moon out, and it was a clear
night, so I could see my surroundings very well.
In the clearing were three of the college guys, standing around a
moaning, limp form on the ground. One of the guys knelt down and
slapped the body on the ground, and growled, "Keep your mouth
shut, bitch, until we tell you to open it."
The body on the ground rolled over into a fetal position, covering
her head with her hands to try to ward off any more slaps, but she
was in no shape to be effective in her defense. Her elbow moved out
of the way for a moment, and I could see it was Micki on the ground.
She sounded hurt, and her movements looked like she was either
passing-out drunk, or she was injured. Her tank top was torn, and
her bra gleamed whitely through the torn fabric. The kneeling kid
reached for her shoulders and pulled her roughly around and onto her
back, and then rudely shoved his hand down her pants.
"I'll get her lubed up for us," he said with a smile as he looked up
at his friends. "Man, she's been asking for it all night long.
It's time she got what she deserves. She'll be walking sore
tomorrow, right, guys?" he said with a laugh.
"Oh, yeah, I can't wait to get into that tight little ass," said
one of his friends. "And those lips! I'll bet she can suck the
chrome off a tailpipe!"
The third guy looked hesitant. "Uh, guys, this isn't right.
Jimbo, let her go. She's practically passed out. Just let it
Jimbo looked up at him, his hand still buried in her pants. "Hey,
Carl, if you don't want any of this, just walk away. Nobody's
stopping you. But I'm going to enjoy myself here. This bitch has
been hanging all over me all night, getting me all worked up, and
I'm going to give her what she's been asking for. If you want to
pass on it, that's up to you."
"It isn't right, Jimbo, and you know it. Steve, what about you?
Do you think this is right? It's rape, man. Look at her, she
doesn't know what she's doing," pleaded Carl.
Steve just looked at him, cigarette dangling from the corner of
his mouth, without saying anything.
"Okay, man, if that's how it's going to be played, count me out."
Carl turned and walked out.
"Aw, fuck him," said Jimbo. "Come on, Steve, give me a hand here.
She's squirming around too much to get these clothes off her by
Steve crushed out his cigarette and bent down to help his friend.
I stepped into the clearing, about 10 feet away from them, but they
were to engrossed in their task to notice me.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I said quietly. My
blood was raging, and the adrenaline was pumping into me until I
thought I would explode.
Jimbo looked up, surprised. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked.
"Either turn around and walk away, or else give us a hand here with
Steve looked at me fearfully as he knelt there. He was closest to
me, and his hands were still on Micki's shorts, trying to unbutton
them. He was small and skinny with bad skin, and I could see the
sudden panic in his eyes.
I lashed out and kicked him in the face. His mouth snapped shut with
the contact, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose. He went down
hard and didn't move. I jumped over Micki as Jimbo started standing
up. He was shorter than me by about 4 inches, and I outweighed him
by at least 30 pounds. He had medium-long dirty hair, and he had
three small gold hoops in each ear. He had been drinking heavily,
which seemed to give him an inclination to fight, but he was
outmatched. I was bigger than him, plus I had been working out for
football. He was still rising when I backhanded him across his cheek.
He staggered, but did not go down. He stood, bellowed, and charged me.
His head was down, so he couldn't see me very well, and I sidestepped
him and gave him a shove to help him on his way. He fell in a heap,
and I jumped onto him and snapped his head back with a fist to his
nose. I felt the cartilage of his nose crunch on impact, and his
head hit the ground hard. I grabbed him by the hair to hold him, and
then slipped my index finger through each of his earrings, one at a
time, and yanked them out. As each earring tore through the flesh of
his ear, he gave out a scream of pain and tried to buck me off. By
the time I was finished with him, blood was streaming down both sides
of his neck, and the fight had gone out of him.
His screams drew attention, though. Marcus's brothers, Jerry and
Ev, came running up, with Carl on their heels, and stopped short just
as I was climbing off Jimbo.
"What the hell happened here?" demanded Jerry.
"Your buddies were only trying to rape Micki," I said heatedly. "I
got here just as they were getting warmed up."
"He's right, Jerry," said Carl. "I was coming back to get you guys
to try to talk some sense into Jimbo before he made a big mistake.
This kid must have gotten here right after I left."
"I saw you leave. I thought you were just going to let it happen,"
I said to Carl. "I wasn't going to just stand by and watch."
Jimbo was sitting on the ground, moaning and pressing his hands to
his damaged ears. Ev walked over to Steve, who was just beginning
to groan in pain and roll around. Micki, meanwhile, had managed to
sit up and lean against a log, looking wide-eyed at the scene around
Jerry looked at me, and then extended his hand. "Thanks, man, for
intervening. These guys were friends of friends. I really didn't
know them. I apologize for this. Don't worry, Ev and Carl and I
will take care of these pieces of shit now. Ev? Grab that sorry
motherfucker and haul him back to the campsite. Carl, give Jimbo
a hand. Hey, Jimbo, it looks like your nose is broken. Does it
Jimbo just nodded his head.
"Good," said Jerry disgustedly. "You will need a reminder of just
how fucking stupid you are."
Jimbo hung his head as Carl reached out to help him stand. Steve
was on his feet by now, but he was still pretty unsteady, and Ev
was hanging on to him. They all walked slowly back to their campsite.
Jerry stopped and turned back around. 'I owe you, Ray. You did
great. Do you need a hand with her?" He nodded in Micki's direction.
"No, thanks, I'll take care of her," I said. I walked over to her
and put my hand out for her to grab, then pulled her up. She stood
and moved in to give me a tight hug, wrapping her arms around my
waist. She was shaking and starting to cry, a delayed reaction
brought on, no doubt, by the alcohol in her system and the shock.
I put my arm around her shoulder and guided her back toward my own
She didn't say a word as we walked slowly over to my tent, holding
on all the way. Her head was down, resting against my chest as I
helped her along.
"Where's your tent, Micki?" I asked.
She just shook her head. I reached down and lifted up her chin to
look at her, and saw her tears tracking down her dirty cheeks.
"Where's your tent?" I asked again.
'I don't have one," she said. "I wasn't going to stay, but then the
girls I came up here with wanted to leave, and I didn't, so they
left and I stayed."
A dilemma. But, once you begin an action as a Good Samaritan, you
can't quit halfway through, so I mentally sighed and resigned myself
to finishing this.
"Okay," I said. You'll stay here. Here's a towel and some water.
Why don't you clean yourself up a little, then crawl into my sleeping
bag. I'll wait out here until you're comfortable." I gently guided
her toward the flap of my tent, then let her stoop down and go in by
As soon as the flap closed, I heard her call out. 'Ray? Are you
"I'm here, Micki. I'm not going anywhere. Just let me know when
you're ready, and I'll come in."
I heard her rustling around for a few minutes, until she finally
called out softly, "Okay, Ray. I'm ready."
She was bundled up in my sleeping bag as if she were intensely cold,
with only her head showing. Her eyes were wide and she still had a
frightened look in them as she watched me crawl in. I lay down on
top of the ground sheet next to her.
"I don't know how to thank you, Ray," she said quietly. Tears
started leaking from her eyes again, though she wasn't sobbing.
"Hey," I said. You just got caught up in a situation. I'm just
glad I came along when I did."
"Me, too," she said. "God, how could I be so stupid?" she suddenly
wailed, turning away from me.
"Micki, don't beat yourself up over this," I said, putting my hand
on her shoulder. "Those guys should have known better than to try
to take advantage of you. You may have been careless, but they were
the ones creating the problem."
She turned back around and wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands.
"Thanks," she said. "But you really laid into them, didn't you?"
It was my turn to feel embarrassed. "Yeah, I did, I guess," I said.
"Go to sleep, Micki, and we'll talk about it in the morning, okay?"
I could see her eyes were drooping even as I said it. She nodded,
then sat up quickly, still clutching the sleeping back tightly to
her, and gave me a kiss on my cheek. She lay back down and was asleep
I was cold, and the aftermath of the fight contributed to my shivers.
I got out a sweatshirt and put it on, then lay down again and huddled
against the side of the tent and tried to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, I was cold and stiff. I rolled over
and looked over at Micki. She was looking back at me, watching me
"Good morning," I said. "How do you feel?"
"Like shit," she said. 'I've got a headache, and I'm sore all over."
"I'm not surprised," I said. "You were not in good shape last night.
Let's see if we can get you something to eat. It'll make you feel
"Um....I don't have a top to wear. Mine got all torn up. I'm not
wearing anything right now," she said.
"Oh," I said. I had forgotten about her ripped tank top. "Well,
you can wear one of my t-shirts. Here," I said as I rummaged
around looking for a shirt for her, "try this one on."
She took it and disappeared into the sleeping bag. There were
mysterious movements and bulges, then her arms appeared, and she
pushed the sleeping bag down as she wriggled out.
"Thanks, Ray," she said, eyes downcast. The t-shirt was huge on her.
'Come on, let's find some food," I said, grabbing her hand.
She pulled me back before I could move and looked pleadingly at me.
"Please don't say anything to anybody about what happened last
night," she implored. "I don't want anybody to know about this.
"Okay, Micki," I said. "Anything you say."
"Do you promise? I mean it, Ray, no one. I feel stupid enough
without everyone pointing and snickering at me for the rest of my
"Micki, I don't think it will be as bad as that, but if you insist,
okay. I promise." I had no clue at the time just what keeping that
promise would cost me shortly.
I opened the flap of the tent, still holding her hand, and we stepped
out into the sunshine.
Everybody else was already up and around the campsite, tending the
fire or getting ready to cook breakfast. It was like somebody
yelled "Freeze!" All seven of them stopped what they were doing and
stared at Micki and me.
I heard Brad say, "Oh, shit," almost at the same time as Allie
whispered to herself, "What is she doing here?" I mentally kicked
myself. Fuck me with a baseball bat, I thought, how is this going
Micki stopped short, still holding on to me, and looked around
"Uh," I stammered, "this isn't what it looks like..."
"No?" said Lindsey coldly. "And just what is it, if it isn't what
it looks like?"
"Ray?" Micki said quietly behind me. "Maybe I should just go."
"Come on, Lindz, you know me better than that," I pleaded. "Micki
"I thought I knew you, Ray," said Lindsey. "I think I know HER,
too." Her stare in Micki's direction was decidedly unfriendly.
'Ray?" Micki said, a tremor in her voice.
"Come on, Micki, I'll give you a ride back home," I said roughly.
"Brad, do me a favor, pack up my stuff? I'll pick it up from you
later." I whirled and practically pulled Micki off her feet as I
headed for my car.
"Sure, buddy," I heard him call after me. "I'll call you when I get
I unlocked the car and opened the door for Micki, then walked around
and got in. I started it up and spun out of the parking lot onto
the dirt road, fishtailing slightly until the tires gained traction.
I willed my hands to relax on the wheel, and slowed the car down,
and took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. I glanced over at
Micki, sitting against the door looking at me with sad eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Ray," she said dejectedly. "I've really messed this
whole weekend up."
I took one more deep breath. "Not your fault, Micki. Don't worry
about it. It's their problem if they read more into a situation
than what's there."
We drove on for a few more minutes in silence.
"So," she said with a rueful smile, "how's your day going so far?"
I goggled at her in shock until the absurdity of the situation struck
me. I laughed out loud, and so did Micki. We drove down the dirt
road, weaving back and forth, laughing until we cried.
(Continued in Chapter 9)