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 How Did It Begin?  By: onemadvagabond Chapter 1

   How did it begin?  That would depend on who you ask.  Emily, my
girlfriend at the time would say that it started in the summer after our
ninth grade year, when she and our friend Mike got stoned and gave each
other their virginities which led to everything else.  Mike would say that
it doesn't matter either way, what has happened has happened and it doesn't
change anything.  I would say that it started a few years before that, when
Mike and his family moved into the cul-de-sac where Emily and I lived,
because if they had not moved there, then most likely, none of the ensuing
events would have happened.  The three of us knew the real answer though,
and it was none of those.

   There were not many kids our age in our small middle class neighborhood.
Most of them were younger than we were, and a few of them were my sister's
age or older.  The rest of the people that lived in our small neighborhood
were older couples whose children were in college or out in the world with
families of their own.  When Mike and his family moved in, Emily and I were
happy to have another kid our age in the neighborhood.

   My parents were workaholics back then, still are I suppose, and
therefore they did not spend much time getting to know the other families
in the neighborhood.  This doesn't mean they were not friendly, because
they were.  It just meant that they did not spend as much time at family
bar-b-queues.  My father was self-employed at the time and spent most of it
growing his business.

   Emily's parents were not quite as friendly towards the new neighbors at
first.  They were very close with the older couple that had lived there and
took much longer to warm up to the Fawler's than the rest of us had.  Once
they got over it they became close friends, spending many weekends grilling
and playing volleyball in the sand volleyball court that Mike's dad had put
in.  Even though my parents were busy more often than not during those
times, my sister and I were always invited.

   After several years our lives had settled into a comfortable routine. 
Saturday bar-b-queues were frequented more often by my parents, and Emily
and I had grown to love one another and spend too much time together
according to her mother.  Then my grandfather became ill.

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   Emily and I had been sitting on the steps in front of my house just
enjoying the closeness, and start of our sixteenth summer together.  The
temperature was already in the middle eighties as summer was now in full
swing in our little corner of the world.  The evening prior, my family had
gotten back from an impromptu two week vacation to visit my grandfather who
had fallen sick the month prior.  My parents had of course gone back to
work already and Emily and I were seeing each other for the first time in
two weeks.  We had barely spoken to one another before we were holding
hands and kissing as young teens do.  I was barely fifteen and horny as a
boy that age always is.

   She broke the kiss, laying her head on my shoulder, and I spoke first,
breaking the moment of complete silence.  "I'm sorry I missed your birthday
Em."

   "It's OK.  It wasn't your fault.  Your grandfather is sick so I
understand," she said while squeezing my hand gently.  "Is he going to be
alright?" she asked with genuine concern in her voice.

   "Yeah I guess.  He seemed to get better having everyone there.  You know
I'm still sorry though.  I was pissed when they told me I had to go.  I
mean I know he's my grandfather and all, but I barely know him or any of
the rest of them.  Was it cool?"

   "Was what cool?" She responded looking up at me.

   She seemed different to me, more subdued than usual.  Normally when we
were together Emily would be all upbeat and happy, but now she was quiet
and seemed pre-occupied.

   "Your birthday, did you have a good time?" I said as I gave a quick
tickle to her ribs.

   "Stop that," and as usual I stopped like she asked.  "It was OK I guess.
We just had a small get together with family and a few friends," she said
while rubbing her thumb lightly over the back of my hand.

   "I brought you a present from Arizona.  I hope you weren't thinking I
didn't get you anything."

   "Of course I wouldn't think that Evan" she said perking up a little,
"where is it?"

   "Well, it's still in my dad's car.  We got home a little late and I
forgot to get it last night.  I'll give it to you later when he gets home
OK."

   "OK," Emily said and let out a quiet sigh as she looked into my eyes,
"Evan," she spoke while looking up into my eyes blinking once, "you want to
go inside?"

   "Sure, what do you want to do?" I said as I stood up and helped Emily to
her feet as well.

   "I thought maybe we could...you know," she said sheepishly as she put
her hand lightly on my chest, and looking at that same spot.

   It took me a moment to realize what she was saying.  "You mean..." she
looked up at me and gave a little smile while grabbing my hand and leading
me into the house and back to my bedroom.  She had been in there before,
but since no one was home I didn't argue.  Emily sat on the end of the bed
pulling me to stand between her legs.  I could not believe what we were
doing.  She had rebuffed every advance I had given her for the past year in
my attempts to get her to have sex with me for the first time by saying
that we were too young, and she wanted to wait until the time was right. 
Although I just wanted to get laid already, I had always respected her
decision to wait.

   "What made you change your mind?" I said trying to keep my breath under
control.  It was already ragged just from the anticipation of what we were
about to do.  I was suddenly nervous and excited beyond belief at just the
thought that after so much trying on my part we were all of a sudden going
to have sex.  I would finally be one of those guys in my class that could
say they were no longer a virgin, yet I was more nervous than I had ever
been.

   "Nothing made me change my mind," she said pausing for a moment looking
at my mid-section.  "I just decided that I want to do this with you,"
looking up at me then, with those big beautiful grey blue eyes, "I love you
Evan."

   I smiled back to her, "I love you too Emily."

   With that said she grabbed my belt with her small hands and started
undoing it quickly.  She then opened up my jeans pulling them down with my
underwear and before I could blink had my already stiff fifteen year old
pecker in her mouth, sucking for all she was worth.  I was not sure what to
expect, thinking that maybe things would move much more slowly but Emily
seemed to have been more eager than I was.  I couldn't believe that she
jumped right into it and had taken my dick in her mouth.  We had never even
gotten past heavy petting before and here she was giving me my first
blowjob, and as far as I was concerned, a very good one.

   "Emily, oh wow, I can't believe..." I stopped talking, beginning to
breath hard as my head fell back and I blankly stared at the ceiling for
only a couple of minutes.  I had never felt anything like that before.  "Oh
God Emily.  I'm gonna..." not able to say anything else as my orgasm took
over so quickly from the heavy suction she was using on my dick, and the
shear excitement of getting it sucked for the first time.  Emily did not
back off.  She just kept up her ministrations as my cum shot out of me into
her mouth, and without skipping a beat I could feel her swallowing as five
hard spurts shot out of me and slipped down her throat with each
consecutive contraction from her swallowing.  My knees went week, and she
steadied me with her hands gripping into my backside, pulling me further
into her mouth.  When I was finished, she pulled off of me with a slurping
pop, like she just took a tootsie roll pop out of her mouth and looked up
at me.

   "I guess you liked that?" She said with a crooked smile, licking her
lips and swallowing a last time, "Mmm, you taste so good Evan."

   "Wow Emily, I can't believe you just did that," I said catching my
breath and looking down at her with disbelief.  The whole time my voice was
screaming in my head, `YES, I just got my first blowjob.'

   Slowly moving her eyes up to meet mine, taking a moment as if to judge
what my eyes were saying, "Well believe it," she purred, brushing he long
very light brown hair from her face, "I think we'll be doing it a lot more
too.  I really liked that."

   My dick twitched at that and I knew that it would quickly start growing
back to its full length.  Emily scooted herself back onto my queen size bed
and lay down in the middle with her head on my pillow.  I was briefly happy
that my mom made me keep my room clean.  Emily did see it quite a bit
though so my mom didn't have to try very hard.

   "So, are we going to fuck or what?" she asked, smiling mischievously
while unbuttoning her blouse and jeans, beginning to push them down over
her small hips revealing her light blue cotton bikini panties.  I had not
seen her without clothes since we played doctor once years before and
seeing her slender hips in those cute little panties brought me back to
full attention.

   Emily was one of the smaller girls in our class at just a little over
five feet, and had features that matched that small stature.  Her breasts
were some of the smallest of all the girls in our grade.  I didn't care at
all.  She was the cutest girl in our class, and her features helped her to
pull that off.  If she had not been so in love with me, she could have gone
out with almost any guy in school.  I swiftly pulled my shirt over my head
and began taking off my shoes so I could get my pants the rest of the way
off when we heard the front door bang shut.  We both froze for a moment
before hastily putting our clothing back in place.

   "Damn, my sister's home."

   We got our clothing back together and I grabbed a magazine.  We both sat
together on the end of my bed, not wanting to get caught fooling around
when she wasn't even supposed to be in my room when our parents were not at
home.  I definitely didn't trust my sister to not rat me out, but if we
were decent, then maybe she would have a heart.  It's not that we did not
get along; it was that Ashley was a kiss ass when it came to our parents,
and sometimes that meant that she threw me under the bus.  She also had a
grudge against Emily, as well as me so I usually erred on the side of
caution as far as she was concerned.

   Ashley stuck her head in my room on the way by and gave a quick smile.
"What are you guys doing?  You know mom would be pissed if she knew you had
Emily in here while they were at work right?" She still gave that little
fake smile.

   "Ash, we weren't doing anything, just reading and..."

   "Look Evan, I don't care.  Just get her out of here.  I don't want mom
coming down on both of us because of you bringing miss goody two shoes into
your room.  I have a couple of friends coming over in a few minutes and I
don't want you two around while we're hanging out.  If you want to do your
girlfriend then take her to your fort or something." With that said, she
walked away and down the hall to her room.

   "Jeez, she is such a bitch?  Maybe she's the one that needs to get
laid," Emily said as she got up.

   "I don't know, maybe.  Come on; let's get out of here before her friends
get here.  They're all a bunch of bitches too."

   With that, we walked out of the house onto the back porch.

   "So you want to go to the fort?" I asked while holding her hand and
moving it back and forth just a little.

   "No, I don't want our first time to be in that dirty old fort.  We can
just wait until your sister isn't home."

   We sat down together on a little loveseat rocker my parents liked to use
when enjoying their evenings, and snuggled up to one another just enjoying
the closeness.  I was still a little nervous about discussing what we had
just done, considering that she so easily gave me a blowjob, and a very
good one at that after not even the slightest nudge from me.  We liked
sitting on the back porch.  My dad had built a lattice work style canopy
around and over it that had some kind of flowery vines growing all over it
to provide the shade.  Asking me what kind of vines they were would be a
waste of time though.  I never paid that much attention to anything my dad
told me.

   I let my eyes wander over my girlfriend.  She was not the most beautiful
girl in our class, but as far as I was concerned her cuteness and playful
friendly attitude made her the most desirable.  I could just see her eyes
from my angle.  Her eyes are amazing.  A light bluish grey that I would get
lost in even after knowing her my whole life, and we had known one another
our whole lives to that point.

   Looking down, I came across the choker that she was wearing.  At first I
thought it was the one that I had seen her mother wearing recently so I had
not mentioned it, but at further inspection I realized that it was quite a
bit thinner in its height.  It was just big enough that it did not look
constricting.  Maybe a half an inch in height, appearing to be made of
metal and the edges were rounded off as to not make it uncomfortable.  The
strange thing about it was the fact that it looked seamless.  Well almost
seamless, there were two seams, one on each side of her neck.  I could not
see any kind of clasp that held it together around her neck.  It actually
looked quite nice, albeit a little out of the ordinary.  It was definitely
not the type of jewelry that she would normally wear.

   "Is that your mom's necklace?" I asked breaking the long silence.

   "Huh, oh, no this is mine," she said as she reached up and touched it
lightly, running her fingers along it.

   "Did your mom get it for you?"

   She did not say anything, just kept running her finger along the choker.
Before I could ask her again, Mike came through the back door.  My sister
must have let him in, and despite being my best guy friend (Emily was my
best friend), I sort of wished he hadn't shown up.  I just wanted to be
alone with Emily for once, and it seemed like he was always around.  Emily
had mentioned on more than one occasion that he needed to finally get a
girl friend or at least a hobby.  He was my friend, but I couldn't argue
with that train of thought.

   "Hey Evan, how was your trip?" he asked as he came over to stand by us.

   "It was OK I guess.  We saw some cool stuff, and the Grand Canyon was
pretty awesome," I answered without mentioning my grandfather, because I
knew he wouldn't really care much about that either way.

   "Cool." He was acting a little strange I thought, having not just sat
down like he normally would, and he seemed sort of nervous.  "Hey Em, can I
talk to you a second," he said as he walked away into the yard just off the
porch.

   Emily glanced at me for a second then got up to go to him, "OK, um,
what's up?"

   Mike put himself between us with his back to me.  He looked at me over
his shoulder before speaking quietly to Emily so I couldn't hear.  What the
hell is going on?  They were both acting strange.

   "What?  Now?  But..." I heard Emily say a little louder before Mike
hushed her and continued talking to her quietly for a moment.  "OK, I'm
sorry sir.  Yes I understand," she said meekly, and almost so quietly that
I wasn't entirely sure if I heard her right.

   Sir?  I mean, did I really just hear that right?  What the heck was
going on?  First, she gives me my first blowjob out of the blue, then my
sister for once didn't threaten to turn me into our mom, and now Emily and
Mike were acting really strange.

   Emily came over and gave me a quick peck on the corner of my mouth. 
"I'm going to take off for a bit.  I'll call you later OK?" she said
without looking me in the eyes and hurriedly moved to the gate leading to
the front yard.

   "Where are you going?" I asked calling after her.

   "I'll call you later Evan," she said and was gone just like that.

   "What the fuck was that about?" I said looking back to Mike with an
obvious look of irritation.

   He looked even more nervous from the way I asked him that.  "Um, it was
nothin', I just had a message for her.  Look, I gotta run.  See ya later."
With that, he left through the same gate Emily had, though a little less
quickly.

   I didn't know what the heck was going on.  I go on vacation with my
parents for two weeks and when I get back, everyone was acting weird.  I
tried to think with my fifteen year old brain what was going on, but just
couldn't figure anything out.  I should've gone after her, but I was just
so dumbfounded at the oddness of what just happened that I couldn't even
think straight.

   Finally getting my act together I jumped up and jogged to the gate with
the intention of following her when my sister called from the house.

   "Evan, phone."

   I hesitated, thinking of ignoring her, but decided I would talk to Emily
later and find out what was going on then.

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   It was Emily's mom on the phone looking for her daughter.  It made no
sense why she asked for me, but that is what my sister told me.  `She
didn't ask for miss goody two shoes, she asked for you.' Mrs.  Erickson had
asked if Emily was at my house.  I told her that she had been, but Mike
stopped by and told her something then she just took off.  She just said
that was fine and abruptly ended the call.

   Putting away the strange thoughts I was having, I fixed myself lunch and
decided to mow the yard.  I hated yard work, but dad put that as one of the
conditions of my allowance and since we had been out of town for two weeks
he wanted it done immediately.  At least he had finally broken down and
bought a riding mower which cut the time in half.

   It took almost two hours for me to finish the yard.  Once I had finished
with the mowing and trimming I went inside and took a shower, then headed
over to Emily's house hoping to talk to her and find out what was going on.

   There was no one home at Emily's; at least no one came to the door.  Her
mom didn't work and her car was in the driveway so I expected to find her
there as usual.  I looked over at Mike's house.  I didn't really want to
talk to him right then, even though I wanted to confront him about what had
happened earlier that morning, and the fact that he had been acting
differently towards me for about a month.  I didn't have the energy for it
at the time.

   Not having anything better to do I went back home to watch TV and veg
out for a while.

   Trying to reach Emily a couple of times with no luck, and getting bored
of TV, I went into my room to read a car magazine.  I could hear Ashley and
her two friends in her room.  With their incessant laughter getting on my
nerves, and the fact that I didn't get along with any of them forced me to
retreat to the living room with my magazine.

   Thankfully, Ashley's friends left about a half hour before our parents
got home so I didn't have to witness my dad ogling the two eighteen year
olds.  Ashley had stayed in her room mercifully leaving me alone with my
thoughts.

   My mom and dad showed up at their usual time looking a little tired from
getting home late and still going to work.  Mom handled all of the office
and paper work for my dad's company so they usually drove in together.

   "Hey sweetie how was your day?" my mother asked in her usual cheerful
tone despite being tired.

   "It was OK I guess.  Emily and I hung out for a bit," I answered her,
hoping that she would not drag out the conversation about Emily and I as
she usually did.

   "Thanks for mowing the yard boy.  It looks good," my dad said in his
usual way of speaking to me.  He called me boy a lot.  It bugged me to no
end, but he really didn't show his emotions very well, so that was the best
he could do.

   "Thanks," I replied with little emotion.  "How was work?"

   "Good," he answered me, quickly turning his attention to my mother. 
"I'm gonna have a beer babe, what are we doing for dinner?" He asked my mom
as he pinched her butt on the way to the kitchen.

   "Oh I don't know.  I thought maybe something quick and easy like
spaghetti.  You go relax; it'll be ready in about an hour."

   I decided to retreat to my room at that point, but remembered Emily's
gift and went outside to get it out of my dad's car.  As I was closing the
door and heading back inside, I saw Emily's mom and dad leaving Mike's
house.

   Poking my head back out the door, "Hey Mr.  and Mrs.  Erickson, do you
know if Emily is home yet?" I asked waving to them.

   "Not right now Evan.  She'll be home a little later.  You want me to
have her call you?" her mom said in her normal, too cheerful manner.  All
the mothers in our neighborhood seemed to have a cheerful manner.  Maybe it
was a mother thing, but I always thought it was a little forced except for
my mom who was usually a genuinely cheerful person.  She preferred being a
genuine person, and would not talk bad about anyone behind their back. 
That is unless they really went out of their way to deserve it.

   "If you would please, thank you," I answered her thinking she was
looking good as usual.  My dad told me once that if Emily and I stayed
together I was a lucky guy, because her mom had aged well.  He told me to
never date a girl with an ugly mom, because I would regret it later in
life. That had been about as far into explaining the birds and the bees as
he could get.

   She was still wearing that choker.  It seemed that for the last couple
of months since I had first seen her with it on, it had been around her
neck every time.

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   Ring, it was my private phone line in my room so most likely it was
Emily calling me.  Cell phones were still a relatively young idea and were
not for kids when we were growing up

   "Hello."

   "Hey babe, what's up?" it was going on nine and Emily was just calling
me.  We never went that long without talking to one another.

   "Nothing, just sitting here watching TV in my room.  Where did you go
today?"

   "Oh, I...my dad took the day off and we went out running around," she
said, seeming a little distracted.

   "I saw your dad at like five thirty, and they said you were out." I
didn't want to piss her off by sounding accusatory, yet wanting to get to
the bottom of why everyone was acting at little out of the normal.

   "Oh, yeah, he dropped me off at a friend's and I just got home."

   I knew she wasn't telling the truth, but why would she be lying to me?
We had been best friends for from day one, and we had always been
completely honest with one another.  "What was the deal with that stuff
with Mike today?"

   "That was nothing.  He...he had seen my dad on the way over and just
told me he wanted to see me." I heard her sigh quietly.

   "So what, that meant he had to whisper it to you?"

   "I don't know Evan, why don't you ask him," she responded sharply. 
"Maybe he was just messing with you," she said sounding irritated that I
was asking her all of these questions.

   We sat in silence for a moment, neither of us wanting to be the first to
say anything after her statement.

   Emily broke the silence first.  "Why don't we meet at your old fort?"

   "What do you want to meet there for?  Why don't you just come over here
for a little while?"

   "I think you can figure out why I want to meet at the fort," she said
with a little giggle, sounding as if she were wanting to change the
subject.

   "I thought you didn't want to have sex in that old dirty fort?"

   "We're not going to have sex; I thought you would like another blowjob.
I don't mind doing that out there."

   "OK," almost instantly forgetting the awkward conversation we had just
had.  "When?" I mean I was fifteen and about to get my second blowjob. 
When you are a guy that age and sex enters the equation, not much else
seems to matter.

   "Ten minutes?"

   "No problem.  See you in ten.  Love you."

   "Love you too."

   The fort was about a hundred yards into the woods right behind my house.
We call it the old fort because it didn't get used anymore.  Mike and I had
built it when his dad tore down a big wood shed from their backyard.  We
basically transferred all of the materials to the woods and got a bunch of
other stuff that we `borrowed' from a construction site that had been
sitting idle for a long enough time that we didn't think anyone would miss
it.

   It was actually pretty well built and I really missed hanging out back
there.  We had built a floor system up on concrete blocks and left about
four feet extending out at the top of a small hill for a deck and launch
platform for the rope swing.  We had even put in a couple of old windows
and a door in, and then finished it up with actual shingles on the a-frame
roof.  It was big as well, almost as big as a small bedroom.

   Sitting down on the small deck, I waited for Emily.  It actually took
about fifteen minutes for her to show up.  I had almost gone back home.

   "Hey babe, sorry it took so long.  I had to do something for my dad
before he would let me out of the house," she said as she just walked up
and knelt on the ground in front of me immediately reaching for my belt
undoing it and my jeans.

   "Why are you in such a hurry?  Not that I'm complaining, but why did you
all of a sudden want to start giving me blow jobs and have sex?"

   "I just love you is all.  Now do you want me to do this or not?" she
asked with what could only be described as a hunger in her eyes while she
knelt there holding my dick in her hand looking up at me.

   I said nothing and she took that as my approval slowly taking me inside
her warm wet mouth.

   Almost instinctively I reached a hand out and placed it on the back of
her head.  Not forcing her movements, but just holding her head as she
began blowing me.  I was still confused as to why Emily was doing this. 
However, the only thing that was really going through my mind was that it
felt really good.

   "God Emily, that feels so good."

   She pulled her mouth from my dick and licked the head a couple of times,
"Good, because I like making you feel good.  Just sit back and relax now."

   Emily licked the length of my shaft a couple of times before taking me
back into her mouth all the way to the base, moving her tongue in a rolling
motion across the shaft a few times before pulling back off of me with a
pop and slurp sucking her saliva into her mouth and swallowing, giving me a
little smile.

   "Does that feel good?" she asked rubbing the head of my dick over her
lips and cheeks.

   "That feels great.  I think you're a natural."

   She just gave a little smile and went back to work, bobbing her head up
and down the length of my shaft, taking me into her throat on each downward
thrust.  I could not believe that she could do that.  I had always heard
that most girls would gag like crazy before they learned how to deep throat
a guy, and I could not believe she was able to do that for me.  I knew that
I was definitely not the smallest guy my age having seen a lot of guys in
the locker room after gym class.

   "Oh Emily, oh fuck.  I'm gonna cum soon."

   My beautiful sexy little girlfriend increased the suction and moved back
until just the head was in her mouth, rolling that tongue back and forth
along the underside pushing me over the edge.

   "Ungh, oh yeah, fuck me." I yelled out as my cum shot into her mouth for
the second time that day.  "Ohhh Emily, that was so good.  You are so
amazing," I said lying down on my back to relax in my afterglow.

   I heard a slurp as she removed her mouth from me and swallowed.  Emily
then put me back in my jeans and straightened them out for me, standing up
and moving between my legs she leaned over me looking into my eyes.

   "I have to get home.  I'll call you tomorrow OK," she spoke as she
leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips.

   "You can't stay out longer?" I said as I sat up to see her turn and
begin walking away.

   "Sorry.  My mom and I are going out running around early tomorrow.  I'll
call you when we get back.  Love you."

   "Love you too."

   I stayed there watching her tight little ass as she walked away.  Emily
glanced back once catching me, giving me a knowing smile as if to tell me
she was fine with me staring at her that way.  I was sure she did love me.
I don't know, maybe all the weird stuff was just in my head.  I then
realized only after she had left that I had forgotten her present once
again.  To be continued