THE CLUB
Chapter 17

The five left as a group, but the four girls talked softly among themselves mostly ignoring Mark. Mark walked behind them and, as he walked, his mind sort of wandered, not paying attention to where they were.

"Mark, I'm going over to Gail and Rita's. Can you walk Marsha home?" Meg asked in a now louder voice.

"Huh? Um... Yeah, I guess," Mark stammered.

"Thanks. I just don't want to meet up with those others alone. You don't mind, do you? If you have something else to do..." Marsha smiled.

"No, it's fine," Mark interrupted. He actually liked the idea. She was somehow different than the others and he liked that. "Lead on," he smiled as he held out his hand, hoping...

Marsha tentatively took his hand. She was a bit nervous about it because it was what she wanted, but didn't know if she should. They walked in silence for a while. "It's weird not wearing any panties," she finally muttered. After a few moments with no reply, she added, "Does Meg not wear any sometimes? Do you?" After realizing what she had said, she blushed. "I know you don't wear panties."

Mark noticed the discomfort immediately. "Yeah, she goes without sometimes and you're right, I don't wear panties, but I do go without undies," he laughed.

His laughter relaxed Marsha again. "Rita was right. You are nice."

"You are too," Mark replied, then kicked himself thinking how stupid his comment must have seemed to her. Fortunately she smiled and blushed slightly.

"Up here," Marsha said as she led him off the path. "This is where I go when I want to be alone. We... Um... I never... Ah... I didn't get to look at you before. If I let you see me again can I... Um... Would you let me look at you?" Mark nodded making Marsha smile again. "This is my spot," she announced as they went into a small clump of trees.

"It's nice," Mark muttered. He didn't add that he knew the place. It was where he had taken Gail's virginity.

Marsha let go of his hand and moved in front of him. "Um..." she stuttered trying to think of how she could word her request that he pull his shorts down. Mark, somehow realizing what she wanted, pushed his shorts down, freeing his erect cock as they fell to his ankles.

Marsha fell to her knees, putting Mark's boyhood at her eye level. Her mind began to focus on this new part of a boy. She brought her hand up to touch him then realized what she was doing and immediately dropped it again. "It's OK if you touch me," Mark said softly seeing what she had done.

She lifted her head and looked at his eyes. He was looking down at her. She watched him as her hand raised waiting for a reaction. There was none. Her fingers explored him and her eyes dropped back down to his crotch. No more was said as she felt everything - his cock, his balls, then back to his cock. She discovered he had a foreskin and moved it over the head and back again.

Mark watched her as she explored. Her touch was electrifying and he wished she would do more. He realized, though, she was studying him, not really trying to excite him, even though she was doing a good job of it anyway.

Marsha was fascinated by Mark's boyhood, but also excited by it. She wasn't sure how long she had explored, but, even though she could have spent the rest of the day just doing that, began to feel self conscious about it.

Reluctantly she pulled her hand away. She had told him he could look at her again and suddenly wanted him to see her. Her hands went to her shorts and she pushed them down and, as she sat back, she pulled them completely off. She bent her knees and opened her legs as wide as she could, giving him the best view possible. Resting back on her elbows, she muttered smilingly, "Your turn." Without pulling up his shorts, he knelt down between her outstretched legs. "You can touch if you want to," she added, actually hoping he would.

At first Mark just looked, not sure how much she was really willing to do. She stayed motionless, watching him, but continued to smile. Slowly he reached for the bottom of the tee she was wearing. Unsure how she would react, he slowly began to push it up.

Marsha was leaning back and, as Mark began to push her tee up, she felt it pull on her back as she was sort of leaning on it. Without thinking about it, she lifted her back slightly, freeing the garment. Slowly he continued to push it up until it was at her armpits; her breasts completely exposed. Her breathing was getting deeper as her excitement grew. In the past many boys had tried to feel her, but she had always avoided their advances. This time she wanted him to see all of her.

The world, and her inhibitions, had faded away. All she was aware of was her naked body being looked at by a boy equally as exposed with a beautiful, stiff cock between his legs.
His hands went to her tits, playing with her nips. "That feels good," she muttered, encouraging him more. Her hand went between her legs as she tried to touch his cock. "Move up," she whispered wanting it within reach.

Mark's mind had shut off and his "other mind" had taken control. He pushed his hips forward, moving his cock within her reach. Her hand immediately found it. Slowly he leaned forward until he was hovering over her. One hand was on the ground supporting his body while the other played with her now stiff nip.

His fingers on her nip were sending little jolts of ecstasy throughout her body. His cock was now like a hot, rock hard, but soft rod in her hand. It was so close to her pussy she could almost feel the heat. Her pussy was wet and on fire. Instinctively she bent his cock down and began rubbing it along her slit.

"I thought you weren't ready..." Mark questioned.

At first Marsha didn't answer, but kept rubbing. "Um... I wasn't... I... Um... I don't know... I've never done it... I'm scared... Go easy," She stammered. Mark slowly began to push. Marsha sucked her breath in, but didn't try to stop him as he started to slid into her. "Oh..." she said softly.

Mark, mustering all the will power he had, asked, "Want me to stop?" as he stopped pushing.

"Yes... No, keep going," Marsha answered in a breathy voice. Mark resumed pushing, but slower now. "You in yet?" she mumbled.

"Almost," Mark said as he pushed the rest of the way and his belly met hers. "I am now..."

Marsha was relieved. She had heard the stories, both good and bad. She had broken her hymen when she was young, but still thought it might hurt. She did feel stuffed, but it was a good feeling. She had no idea what she was supposed to do though.

Mark waited for a moment to see what her reaction would be, but there was none. Not able to stop himself now, he began to pump. With all the previous stimulation, it wasn't long before he shot his load. As his moment passed and he began to shrink, he muttered, "Sorry," as he pulled out of her and laid down beside her.

"Wow..." she said softly. "Don't be sorry. I wanted you to do it. I... Um... That was my first time. I didn't have a cherry because I broke it when I was little. You were my first though. I know I said I wasn't ready before, but I didn't want to do it in front of the others. I let you do my butt because Rita did and I... I don't know... I didn't know what to say and everyone was so nice to me... I did want you to do it now though. Are you mad at me?" Marsha rambled.

"No, of course not. Why would I be?" Mark questioned, but Marsha only shrugged. "Are you mad because I did Rita?"

"No, it's not like I own you or anything. I know you... Um... Ah... Yeah," she tried to explain, but ended up blushing.

"If you don't want me to do stuff with them, I won't," Mark offered.

"Why would you stop?" asked Marsha.

"They're just friends and..." Mark began, but wasn't sure how to express himself. "Um... We should get dressed so you can go home."

"Yeah... I guess," Marsha sighed as she stood up. Her top fell back into place. As Mark began to stand up she felt his cum start to drool out of her pussy. Embarrassed and not sure what to do, she quickly grabbed her shorts and pulled them on. She felt the cum start to run down her leg, but at least he wouldn't notice, she hoped.

Once Mark had dressed, Marsha lead the way towards her house. Mark hadn't realized it, but she lived very close, just a short distance from where they were. Upon seeing the house, Marsha stopped. "The girls asked if I wanted to join the club..." and she paused.

"And?" Mark encouraged.

"Um... Would you mind? I know you're a member too... and another guy's there too," she questioned.

"Of course not, but does the other guy bother you?" he answered.

"No, not really... I guess. I guess he'll see me too, but I'll see him. You OK with that?" Marsha debated.

Mark wasn't sure what she was getting at. "What's bothering you?"

"I don't know... I had fun today, well after those boys. It was fun getting naked, seeing you... and you seeing me. I've never done anything like that and thought I'd hate it. The only reason I went was everyone but me had seen a boy already, except me. I didn't want to get naked, but Nancy said it was only fair and she said it was no big deal anyway. We were supposed to let them see us and then they were going to let us see and touch them. Nancy told me everything was set. I'm so stupid... Anyway, I liked being naked today, even with you. I like you... I don't want you to think I'm a slut because I join and let the other boy see me too..." Marsha tried to explain.

"I'd never think that. I'd... Um... It would be fun to have you join. We could get to see each other..." Suddenly Mark began to blush slightly.

A smile came over Marsha's face. "They told me about joining... I wouldn't do it if you weren't there. Would you... Um... Ah... Could you sponsor me? I know I'll have to get naked to join and do some other stuff. I'd... Um... I'd feel better if you were the one doing it to me," Marsha blushed.

"You OK with Ron seeing you naked?" he asked. Marsha pondered for a few moments, then nodded. "OK then, I'll sponsor you."