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It’s All About X and Y

By Strickland83

I was sitting in Algebra class listening to Mr. Myers drone on about some formula involving X and Y.  I wasn’t paying that much attention. For some reason, math always came easy to me. I had the current chapter already figured out. I was just waiting for the bell to ring. Instead of trying to look interested, I let my gaze wander. I checked out the cute girls in the class. It wasn’t the first time I had done this. This time, however, my eyes came to rest on Donna.

Donna wasn’t as stunning as the blonde who never talked to me. She wasn’t one of the cheerleaders. She was … well, Donna. Kind of the girl next door, only she didn’t live next door. I watched her. She, unlike most of the students, was really listening to Mr. Myers. It wasn’t with rapt attention. She looked uncomfortable. I suppose she looked confused, in a helpless kind of way. Ordinarily, I would be thinking typical teenage boy things, like what Donna looked like undressed. Today I was drawn by that helpless look on Donna’s face.

Not that Donna wasn’t as pretty as the girls I usually fantasized about in class. Hardly. Donna was beautiful. Dark hair, long slender legs, great breasts. I had often thought of Donna lying in bed at night, doing what teenage boys do when they are thinking of teenage girls. Especially virgin teenage boys.

Yes, I admit it (with a cringe). I was a teenage virgin, but I’d never say that. For some reason, it had been decided by the ancients that boys were supposed to be experienced when it came to sexual matters, whereas girls were supposed to be virgins until they got married. I wonder if those ancients ever gave any thought to who those boys were supposed to get all that experience with. Either they never thought it through, or I shudder to think any further.

OK, so I was sitting in Mr. Meyers’ Algebra class, watching Donna struggle with X and Y. I felt sorry for her. I thought that maybe I could help.

“Mr. Watkins,” Mr. Meyers said in an exasperated tone. I sat upright in a startled daze.

“Yes, sir?”

“Mr. Watkins, since you have enough time to gaze longingly at Miss Articelli, I wonder if you could explain to the class how to solve a linear equation in two variables by using convenient values?” Laughter filled the room. Everyone was enjoying a moment of relief at my expense. Everyone, that is, except Donna Articelli. She was blushing mightily over the public announcement that I had been admiring her. I knew my dignity had just been dashed to fragments. The only way I was going to get out of this with any measure of teenage respect (and maybe even without accumulating any detention) was to try to impress Mr. Meyers with my knowledge of linear equations. I cleared my throat and began to speak.

“Stand, please.” The command came from Mr. Meyers, interrupting me. At my confused expression, he directed me out of my desk with a gesture of his hand. “Stand, Mr. Watkins. Here,” he said, holding out a long piece of chalk. “Use the board. You might as well try. I’m getting nowhere.”

OK, here goes nothing, I thought. Or, everything?

There were giggles tittering through the class as I stood. Everyone thought I was about to make a fool of myself. I was willing to agree with them, but I had to at least try. I walked to the front of the room, beginning to sweat in my light blue oxford shirt and khaki pants, the school uniform for boys. Mr. Meyers was waiting for me at the front of the class, still holding out the piece of chalk. The jerk was going to make me try to teach the lesson. The look on the jerk’s face told me (and everyone else) that he just knew I was going to fail miserably and he’d send me back to my desk in humiliation. By that point, I figured I had nothing to lose. Did I have anything to gain?

I took the chalk, looking Mr. Meyers directly in the eye. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how nervous I was, so I faced the class. A few people were trying to play the part of attentive students, but they were also trying unsuccessfully to suppress giggles and smiles. I said a quick silent prayer to Saint Nicholas, our school’s namesake, and tried to remember the chapter I had read over last night.

“Class,” I started. A few more students lost the battle of trying to suppress laughs. “And, Miss Articelli,” looking pointedly at Donna, who only blushed harder and looked as if she wanted to nail me to a cross, “if we wish to discover pairs of numbers which are solutions to the equation x + 2y = 6, we can search for the solution by substitution of convenient values.”  I turned to the board and began to sketch out the solution, ignoring the giggles behind me. I explained as I graphed the function on that chalk board that had the yellow graph painted on its surface. When I had finished describing the solution set, I turned back to the class. “Are there any questions, Miss Articelli?”

The laughter I was expecting was absent. My classmates were looking at the board, then me, then Mr. Meyers. All except Donna. She was looking at me, shaking her head. I think she had a ghost, just a tiny trace, of a smile at the corners of her mouth. I reluctantly looked away from Donna’s lovely brown eyes, to the face of Mr. Meyers.

“Thank you, Mr. Watkins. It seems you just might have gotten through to Miss Articelli.”

I tried to make a facial expression that conveyed, “See. It wasn’t that hard,”

He scowled back at me. “Don’t bury yourself in the part,” he said as he motioned me back to my desk.

As I was walking back, the bell rang. There was a shuffle as people started to get up.

“Sit down,” Mr Meyers ordered. The rush for the door stopped. “Be prepared tomorrow for a quiz on two variable solution sets.” I sat in my desk. He fixed his eyes on me. There was no friendship in his look. “I trust if any of you have any questions about the material while you are studying tonight, Mr. Watkins is listed in the phone book.” OK, I was embarrassed again. He got me. “Class dismissed.”

A crowd stood and made for the door. No one ever lingered in Mr. Meyers’ Algebra class. I was at the back of the throng. As I passed the front row of desks, I heard Donna say, “Todd?” I turned and saw she was still at her desk.

“Yes?” She was speaking to me, after my daydreaming had gotten her embarrassed in front of the entire class.

“You know this stuff, don’t you?”

“I guess so,” I said. I wasn’t sure where this was leading, but I didn’t mind. Donna was talking to me.

“It looks like we have a quiz to study for.” I nodded. She put her head down, her dark hair falling along the sides of her face. Then she looked up, right into my eyes. I almost melted. “Would you … like to study with me this afternoon? At my house?”

Gulp. I was being invited to Donna Articelli’s house. Whoa.

“I understand if you have plans –“

“No. No, Donna. I mean, that would be great. I’d love to study with you.” We were heading out of the class now and walking down the hall. “I could meet you there at …”

“How about 3:30?” she suggested. I nodded, my heart beating wildly. “Here’s my address.” She wrote it on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. When I took it, I felt the soft warmth of her hand. She smiled shyly again when I touched her hand.

We stood there, looking at each other for maybe two seconds. Then Jimmy Ertwiler bumped into my back as he was scurrying to class, pushing me into Donna. I instinctively reached out for her shoulders to catch myself and almost knocked her down. “Sorry,” I managed.

“That’s alright. I have to go to class. 3:30, OK?”

With that, Donna was gone and I was left standing there in the main hall of St. Nicholas, watching her walk away. Someone tapped me on the shoulder as she went by. “Get to class, lover boy.” I shook my head and heard a bell ring. I took off in the other direction, walking in the door as the final bell rang.

“Take your seat, Mr. Watkins,” I heard Mrs. Burns say as I walked in. English class was a blur. I wasn’t thinking about Shakespeare. I was thinking about Donna Articelli.

When class was over, I couldn’t wait to get to my locker. I took out the books I’d need for the night and headed for my car. I panicked when I thought I’d left Donna’s address in my locker, but then I remembered I had put it in my shirt pocket. I reached in my pocket and found it. Relieved, I got in my car and drove home.

“Can’t stay, Mom. I’m going to meet someone to study for Algebra,” I said as I flew through the kitchen on the way to my bedroom.

“What? Nothing to eat?” my mother asked behind me.

“Gotta run,” I called back. In my room, I put down all of my books except for algebra. Never had I imagined that math would get me a date. Being good at math was kind of geeky. Maybe I’d have to reexamine that idea, but not now. I had to get over to Donna Articelli’s house.

The Articellis lived in one of the nicer neighborhoods. Maybe not the nicest, but nicer than where I lived. I found it easy enough and pulled into the circular drive in front of the front door. I prepared myself to meet her mother at the door as I got out of my car. I stood in front of the massive front door holding my algebra book and feeling nervous. Nervous and very small. Donna answered the door. When she opened it, I almost gasped. She was still wearing her white school shirt, but her plaid skirt had been replaced with a pair of blue shorts. Very short blue shorts. The emphasis placed on her long lean legs was breathtaking.

“Hi, Todd. Come in,” she invited. I smiled and she started up the stairs. I started following her, and then paused. When she realized I wasn’t following, she turned back.

“I thought we’d study in my room,” she said.

“Are your parents OK with that?” I asked.

“They don’t mind. Besides, they’re not home.” With that, she started up the stairs again. My mom would have a cow if I tried to bring Donna up to my room to study. I followed her to her room.

It was a typical girl’s room, I suppose. She had a double bed, which is where she plopped down. Her books were already there so she must have already started studying while waiting for me. I noticed her discarded St. Nicholas skirt on the floor. I was going to do the honorable thing (rather than what I really wanted to do) and sit on the floor next to her bed to study when she patted the bedspread. Studying, with Donna Articelli, on her bed, when her parents weren’t home. Life had definitely taken a turn for the better.

I crawled next to her and took my place on my stomach (all the better to conceal my hardening dick). I opened my book to Chapter 5. I couldn’t help noticing Donna’s perfume. I started thinking about what she must look like, lying in this bed, barely clad in pajamas. No, not pajamas. A teddy. Or a baby doll.


Shit. Caught. Again.

“Sorry, I was just…”

“Were you thinking about me again,” she asked, the tease evident in her tone.

I started to lie, but if there is one thing they try to impress upon us at St. Nicholas, it is always better to tell the truth. “Yes.” I looked at her when I said it, and smiled a little.

She giggled. “Math,” she said firmly. “Help me understand this stuff. Later, we can do … something else.”

Something else? Now that sounds promising.

Anxious to earn my reward, I spent an hour explaining two variable solution sets. After the first few minutes, I really got into the math and forgot about Donna’s body. Well, it was in the back of my mind. OK, in the front, side by side with Algebra. I concentrated on the math, too.

By 4:30, Donna took a deep breath and she explained the problem to me. Seeing my satisfied smile, she asked, “I got it right?” I nodded. “The best part is that I understand why. I’ve never really understood it before.”

“Maybe you just didn’t have the right teacher until now.” I was smug, I admit it.

“Studying with you is a lot more fun than with Mr. Meyers.”

“I would hope so.”

She closed her book and turned to me. “Thank you, Todd. Thank you a lot. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“Believe me when I say that it really was my pleasure,” I told her. I really meant that. I wasn’t just horny. I was enjoying being with her, getting to know her. Of course, doing that in her bedroom wasn’t too bad, either.

“In class today,” she asked, turned back to her book, “were you really, you know…” She turned back to me, looking me in the eyes. “Thinking about me?”

Now it was my turn to look down shyly. I thought about my answer. I had gotten this far by telling the truth. What did I have to lose now? A lot. But I had a lot more to gain.

I looked back to her, only inches from me, and quietly said, “Yes.”

She thought about my answer a moment or two, and smiled. “What were you thinking about?” she asked.

“What do you think I was thinking about?” I was smiling outside, feeling terrified on the inside that I had said too much. I could always come back with how I saw she needed help understanding.

She didn’t ask me about that, or even comment on it. She just looked at me. She was smiling, but I could see something else. She was thinking. She closed her eyes. I decided it was time to seize the opportunity. The worse that could happen was that I’d get thrown out of Donna Articelli’s bedroom. Wouldn’t that be something to talk about? I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. The softness of her lips, the smell of her perfume, the feel of her breath on my face, it all combined to overwhelm me.

Then, she didn’t push me away. She didn’t open her eyes in fright (I was watching). She moaned softly and put an arm around my neck. My heart was beating so loudly that I was sure she could hear it. My dick, which had calmed down a little, was hard again. I couldn’t believe I was making out with Donna Articelli, in her bed no less.

When what I thought was a decent amount of time had passed, I pulled away from her lips, slowly. She opened her eyes, smiling beautifully.

“Mmm, that was nice,” she said. I could tell by the way she said it that she meant it.

I kissed her again, and then again. The third time, I tentatively opened my mouth and touched her lips with my tongue. She responded by opening her mouth and I felt the tip of her tongue on mine. She put both arms around my neck and rolled, pulling me with her until I was on top - and she didn’t stop kissing me. I thought now about all the things that ran through my mind when I had daydreamed about her in class. I thought about the firmness of her breasts. I thought about how soft her skin was. I thought about how she smelled, the sounds she made when we kissed. And I experienced all of those things as I thought about them. I was lying on top of Donna, in her bed. My biggest concern was whether I was going to cum in my pants.

Donna stopped kissing me. I raised my head up and looked at her as she lay on her pillow now. She looked so beautiful, her dark hair splayed at the sides of her face. She opened her mouth to say something.

“Do you want to go swimming?” she asked.

I thought about her question. It sounded like a great idea, but …

“I didn’t bring a bathing suit. I didn’t know you had a pool,” I said, disappointed.

Donna, lying beneath me, just smiled. “We’ll find something for you in the pool house. Let’s go.”

That sounded like a good idea. Seeing Donna in a bathing suit sounded like a wonderful idea. Would it be a sleek one piece? Bikini? The possibilities were, well, going to make it difficult for me to fit in a bathing suit.

We got up and she took me by the hand. I reveled (for the second time that day) in her touch. She led me downstairs and to the back of the house. The back of her house was mostly glass windows, floor to ceiling. The whole idea was to give a view of the pool. My whole idea was to get a view of Donna. We went outside and walked around to the small building on the far side of the pool. Inside, there was a party room and what must be two bathrooms. Donna opened a cabinet and took out two towels, handing one to me.

“Here you go,” she said, grinning broadly.

I didn’t understand. All she had handed me was a towel. And all she was holding was a towel. And she was grinning. It certainly couldn’t be what I was really thinking. Donna just kept grinning. Then, … she started unbuttoning her white shirt.

“You don’t mind skinny dipping, do you?”

I almost choked. She was serious. This was the stuff of wet dreams. Good wet dreams. I watched her fingers undo one, then two buttons. Her cleavage was coming into view. I could see the edge of a bra.

“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?” she asked. That shook me out of the haze enveloping me.

“Yes, sorry. I was, uh, enjoying the view.”

“Thanks,” she said, biting her lower lip and lowering her head. She looked so cute doing that. She would look cute doing anything while removing her clothes for me, but she looked really cute when she gave me that look.

I undid the bottom button on my polo shirt and pulled it over my head. I tossed it aside and it landed in a heap on the brick floor, the St. Nicholas logo on top. Her shirt was fully unbuttoned now. I could see skin and bra from her chin to her waist. She pulled the shirt fully open and off. I gasped. She smiled, pleased and maybe slightly embarrassed by the compliment I had paid her. Her shirt joined mine.

“Would you like to take off my bra?” she asked.

Only if I can stop my fingers from trembling so much.

I realized my breathing was getting ragged. I was excited and nervous. I put my arms around Donna’s waist and reached up to her bra strap. I was trying to appear suave, like I knew exactly what I was doing. The truth was that I had never gotten this far with a girl before. I slid my arms up her back and found the satin strap of her bra.  While looking into her eyes, I tried to picture what my fingers were feeling. I knew how the thing was supposed to work. I had heard about it. I grabbed the ends of the straps and pushed then to the center, but they just bunched up. I was afraid the look of frustration was starting to show on my face.

A smile was appearing, starting at the corners of Donna’s eyes and slowly spreading to her mouth. I knew she knew. To her credit, she didn’t ask me if this was my first time. She was so sweet about it.

“Let me help,” she offered, as she deftly reached behind her back and released the catch. She let my fingers catch the straps so I could still undress her. I smiled back at her as the bra started to fall away. I wanted to keep her eyes captured with mine, but I couldn’t resist. As the cups of her bra fell away, I looked down at her tits. I wanted to see them so badly.

I made the right choice. Her tits were magnificent. They were large, but not overly so. Each nipple was a delight to behold. I guess the nipples were erect. I hadn’t seen any others to compare. I knew girls’ nipples got erect when it got cold, but I also knew they also got that way when girls got horny. I hoped it was the second reason. I was standing there, looking at her chest, when Donna pushed the bra the rest of the way off her arms. Next, she took my hands in hers and cupped her breasts. They felt so warm, so soft, even though the nipples were like little hard pebbles. Even if I got no farther than this with her, I could be happy with touching her here. This experience would fuel my fantasies for years. And that was only the beginning.

I played with her tits, touching them, hefting them, pinching lightly on the nipples, for a few minutes while she waited patiently. When I finally looked up to her face, she was still smiling sweetly.

“Do you like them?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. They’re … they’re wonderful. Beautiful. Perfect.”

“Thanks,” she answered, sounding slightly embarrassed. “I’m glad you like them so much.” Then she hugged me, crushing her breasts between our bare chests. She was so soft, yet firm. I loved the feeling. I put my arms around her back, feeling only bare skin. As I ran my hands over her back, she moaned softly, just barely a whisper. “This feels nice,” she said in a soft, drawn out manner.

“Yes, so nice …” I repeated.

We did that for a few more minutes. When she pushed me away, I was worried I had done something wrong. I hadn’t, because her fingers went to the waist of her shorts. She unbuttoned them but stopped and looked pointedly at me before opening them to reveal her panties. I caught on and grinned as I undid my pants. She wanted us to undress together, rather than me just leering at her as she stripped for me. I struggled with my belt, my fingers unable to focus as I watched Donna’s panties appear. I managed to catch up to her and we stepped out of our pants more or less together. Now we were standing facing each other in the pool house. I was wearing my briefs, which showed a large bulge. She was wearing her skimpy panties, which revealed the bulge of her lips. She reached for me, caressing my hard dick through my underwear – and that is all it took.

I gave a helpless cry. In frustration, I knew there was nothing I could do to stop the inevitable. I had reached that point many times before, but always by my own hand. Donna looked confused a moment, then maybe disappointed, but she tried to cover it with a smile. Regardless, I knew she knew what was happening. In case she had missed the clues, she surely could see my sperm starting to soak through my underwear as I shot off in my pants. I was getting naked with Donna Articelli, and I came before we even finished getting undressed. I felt like shit.

Donna, sweet Donna, did the last thing I thought she would do. Still gripping my spasming manhood with her right hand, she kept on gently massaging me as I throbbed in her hand. She put her left hand around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. As I finished cumming in my pants, she French-kissed me. It was wonderful but I didn’t dare ask, “Was it good for you?” when I had finished. I wanted to apologize but she shushed me.

“Don’t be ashamed. That was so hot. I’m honored, really.” She saw the incredulous look on my face and continued. “Seeing my body was enough to make you cum before I even finished undressing. Thank you.” She did it so sweetly. All I could do was smile, standing there feeling her fondle my sperm soaked underwear. “Don’t worry. You’ll get hard again.” That had promise. “Now, I’ll just finish undressing you and then you can take off my panties.”

With that, she knelt in front of me and took off my last piece of clothes. I stood there, feeling my dick and balls getting cold from being all wet. She fixed that. She gently touched my dick with her fingers, the touch one of warm satin. She lifted my softening dick and, leaning forward, touched the tip to her lips. I almost fell down when I saw her tongue protrude from her lips. She was tasting the sperm on my dick. As she promised, I stopped softening and was already starting to get hard again, though slower this time. I watched as she licked me clean, the feeling of her mouth on me enough to make my knees weak. When she finished, she stood and took a step back. “Now, it’s your turn,” she said with a wicked smile.

I knelt before the Italian goddess now. I was face to face with her panties. I thought a moment about the situation. I was kneeling, totally naked, in front of Donna Articelli – and all she was wearing were her panties. I looked up to smile at her and the lovely view of her tits confirmed that. I looked at her panties now. I could just barely see her slit running along the center of the bulge of her lips. There was wetness soaking the thin material. Apparently, I was making her wet her pants, too. My dick grew a little more. I could see a tiny wisp of black hairs peeking out of each side of the leg openings. I could also smell her arousal. It was the sexiest thing I had ever smelled. I reached out and touched her pussy, running my fingers along the satin, along her slit. The sound she made told me she liked that. I rubbed a little harder.

I could have touched her through her panties all day, but I wanted to see her pussy. I grabbed the waistband and pulled down, my eyes glued to the spectacle being revealed before me. Black curly hairs appeared at the top of the waistband, a delight to behold. As I drew her panties lower, more hair appeared. The top of her slit was revealed. I had looked at countless pictures but none were as impressive as seeing the real thing in the flesh. As my view moved lower, it was apparent some of the hair around her slit was damp. She was wet – for me! I could not only smell her wetness, I could see tiny droplets clinging to her hair. At the bottom of her pussy, there was a collection of thick liquid attached to the hair. My dick was so hard that I could feel it throbbing.

“Mm-hmmm,” Donna said as she cleared her throat.

Not wanting to take my eyes off the first real pussy I had ever seen, I only answered, “Yes?”

She giggled. “Aren’t you going to take off my panties?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, my eyes still on the wet hair and flesh right in front of me. I pulled her panties the rest of the way off and felt her feet stepping out of them. Donna reached down and pulled on my arms. I relented, standing in front of her. She pulled me to her and I felt my erection pressed against her stomach.

“I think you really liked what you were looking at,” Donna announced.

“I did,” I said, meaning each word.

“I don’t know what you see in it. I found your dick a lot more interesting.”

“I’m really glad you feel that way,” I said with a smile.

Donna kissed me. The feeling of our naked bodies embracing was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt. At least to that point in my life.

“Let’s go swimming,” she announced when our lips parted. She moved towards the pool. She reached back for my hand but missed. When she closed her hand, it was around my dick instead. She laughed. “That works,” she said, as she pulled me along. I followed.

At the pool, she released my manhood and dove in. I stood there, watching her pussy framed by her ass cheeks as she arced through the air. Once her body pierced the water, there was nothing to watch anymore, so I dove in after her. The water was a cool shock after the warmth of her touch. It felt strange to be swimming nude. A good strange. I felt myself slipping through the water, but my hard cock met the water with resistance. It wasn’t very easy to swim sticking out like that. Donna, of course, had no such problems.

I opened my eyes under the water and spotted the blurry outline of Donna’s legs. I surfaced directly in front of her, embracing her tightly after I was on my feet. I had thought hugging her naked in the pool house was nice. Doing it in the pool was a different experience entirely. The water made her delightful body slippery, and the cool water was a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. I slid my hands over her backside as I kissed her. She made a pleasant sound before leaving my lips to slide her body up and down mine. That felt so nice!

We played in the water a long time but didn’t do a lot of swimming. Our hands freely roamed over each other as we kissed. In time, we moved to the steps. I sat on a lower step and Donna sat in my lap. She was facing me with her legs wrapped around my back and her arms around my neck. I did likewise with my arms around her. We just looked into each other’s eyes for a minute, smiling.

“Hot tub,” Donna said, as if the thought had just occurred to her. She got up and pulled me along (by the hand this time). The hot tub was off but the water was still warm. We settled into the still water. I asked Donna if she was going to turn on the jets.

“Nah, I like it this way. I can see your dick better.”

I could see her point. She moved back into my arms and we talked. We talked about lots of things, nothing really important. Looking back, I’d say it was funny to be sitting naked in a hot tub with Donna talking about friends, school, music, whatever came up. At the time, it felt right. More than right. It was perfect. We were just enjoying being close – and she was a person I could really enjoy being close to.

Donna was rubbing her hands over me more intently, working up to something. She suggested we get out of the hot tub so I followed her to a lounge chair. She lay down, letting her legs fall off each side of the chair. Taking what I thought was an obvious hint, I straddled the chair and guided my dick to her slit. She was looking at me and smiling so she didn’t realize what I was doing until my dick touched her lips. Her expression changed suddenly. She looked concerned, and her right hand moved down to cover her pussy, sliding between it and my dick.

“No, not here,” she said.

I was crestfallen. I thought this is what she wanted. It was what I wanted, but I wasn’t going to force her. I was disappointed and embarrassed that I had made the wrong assumption. Worse, I had tried to make love to her when she didn’t want to. She read my emotions on my face. She reached out to touch my arm with her other hand, caress my arm really.

“It’s OK, but not out here.” Seeing the confusion on my face, she added, “I keep the condoms in my bedroom.” She smiled. I understood and smiled back. I smiled really big. I stood and helped her up. She hooked her arm in mine and we started walking to the house. She stopped suddenly and laughed when we could see ourselves reflected in the glass door.

“Maybe we should bring our clothes to the bedroom, in case we need them in a hurry.” I nodded and turned us around. “It would be really embarrassing if my parents came home early and caught us in my bedroom, especially if all your clothes were still out here.”

We retrieved our clothes from the floor of the pool house. Then we proceeded naked up to her bedroom. She shut the door behind us and told me to get the condoms out of the nightstand drawer. Not a condom, the condoms. While I was opening the drawer, she was pulling down the bedspread.

Inside the drawer, I found the box of condoms. I also saw, among the usual things a teenage girl might have at her bedside, a vibrator. I had never seen one before. Not in real life anyway, just in pictures. When Donna realized why I was taking so long to get the condoms, she spoke up.

“You found it, didn’t you?” I nodded as I turned around. “Well, a girl gets lonely sometimes. What can I say? I like to masturbate.” I felt myself blushing. “Don’t get all embarrassed. You do it, too. Everybody does.”

“Yes, but I don’t use a machine,” I countered.

“It’s not a machine. It’s a … toy. Now come here and give me the real thing so I won’t have to pretend after you leave.”

I certainly couldn’t refuse a request like that. I joined her on the bed, still holding the condom box.

“Let me put it on,” she offered. I was relieved because I wasn’t totally sure what to do. She took a packet out of the box and tore it open, removing the rubber ring. Taking my dick in her hand (her touch was heavenly), she rolled it down over me, covering me to the base with a little slack at the tip. “Now you’re ready,” she announced, as she lay back and spread her legs.

I just looked at her for a moment. She was lovely. I had been looking at her body for a few hours now, but this was different. Now she was naked in her bed. She was ready to fuck. Her legs were spread and there was no doubt as to what I was supposed to do about that. I moved into position between her legs, my erection leading the way. It seemed to know exactly what to do. Her lips were wet; I could see the glistening of her juices on the dark hair at the edges. Her clit was just barely protruding near the top. I grasped the shaft with my right hand and pointed it down, leaning forward at the same time to make contact.

The moment of contact, even through the condom, was a shock. She was so wet, so warm. I couldn’t believe how much heat was transmitted through the latex. The tip of my dick was pressed into her lips. I guided the tip up to the top of her lips and she gasped when my dick brushed her clit. Curious, I used the fingers of my other hand to part her lips so I could better see what I was doing. I started slowly moving my dick down her slit, causing her to moan appreciatively. She seemed to be getting more excited the further down I went. When I reached the bottom of her lips, I felt the great void. There was a place my dick could fit, and my dick wanted to go there very badly.

It felt like this was the place my dick had always sought. My whole being was focused on pressing into that opening. I pushed forward and entered her channel. The feeling when the head of my dick felt the wetness of her lips was just a precursor. The feeling of her pussy completely surrounding my dick was unbelievable. She was hot, she was wet, she was tight – all at once. I was held firmly but in a way that I was free to move. I had pressed as far as it seemed I could go. I pulled back, sliding slowly out of her until only the head was still captured by her pussy. I was fascinated to see her wetness clinging to the condom covering my cock.

I pushed forward again, indulging in her warm slipperiness. I seemed to reach a little farther this time. I guess she was slowly stretching open to accommodate me. As I began a third assault into her depths, I leaned forward and put my hands down next to her shoulders. This was the first time I had taken my eyes off the point where our bodies were joined.

Donna’s eyes were closed. They weren’t closed tightly, maybe softly would be a better word. It was apparent she was concentrating on something, something very pleasant. She was smiling and breathing a little heavier than she had before. Her nipples were very erect. Every time I pushed in, she made a pleasant little grunt, followed by a little sigh. It sounded like she was trying to say, “Mmmmmm”. When my dick finally got fully inside her, the sigh ended with a higher note. My balls were nested against the crack of her ass, my pubic hair firmly pressed against hers. I lowered myself fully onto her and kissed her.

She never opened her eyes, but accepted my tongue as her breasts were squashed flat by my chest. I felt her legs wrap around mine. They held me against her. Silly girl. I wasn’t going anywhere. I felt her arms going around my back, then one went up the back of my head. She was moaning again as we kissed. All this time, my dick was buried deeply inside her body, savoring her most special place.

I felt her hips moving and realized she wanted more. That’s OK. I did, too. I started thrusting in and out. She joined me in the primal rhythm. Since time began, men and women had been joining in this way. Now I was a part of that ancient club as well. As much as I wanted it to be slow, sweet and romantic, my instincts had other things in mind. When I increased speed, she moaned louder in surprise, but matched my speed. The faster I went, the faster she urged me on with her motions. Her legs and arms were getting into it now as well. Our bodies were moving in all kinds of ways, accompanying the primary motion of my dick in her pussy.

When I pushed in, she gave a light cry, muffled by the kiss. When I pulled out, we both made an involuntary groan. In and out we moved, giving each other pleasure. I knew what to expect when I came, but I didn’t know what to expect from Donna. I knew from what I had read that I should try to last as long as I could so she could cum. Before long, I knew that even with the condom insulating me from the friction against her body, I couldn’t last much longer. I didn’t want to stop anything we were doing, but I wanted to warn her that I was at the bursting point. I kept my lips pressed to hers, kissing her, as I tried speaking.

“I’m going to shoot off,” I tried to say against her lips. Whether she understood me, or figured out what I said from the context, she seemed to be urging me along faster. She suddenly broke off the kiss. She pressed her head back hard against the pillow and cried out. I felt her arching her back against the mattress as her stomach pressed harder against me. Her legs and arms gripped me tighter. I could feel her fingernails digging into my back. Then, her pussy suddenly gripped my dick tighter, spasming.

That’s all it took. I instinctively pushed as deep into her as I could and held myself there. The dam burst and I spurted forth into the condom, that thin piece of latex the only thing keeping me from impregnating the lovely girl in my arms. I managed to look at her face through eyelids that wanted to squeeze shut. The pleasure was just short of pain.

Donna was beautiful. Her face was awash with pleasure, pleasure so intense that I wasn’t sure I was not hurting her. My cock throbbed happily inside her, emptying itself and spewing forth into her body. This was so much better than any hand had ever felt. As the very peak passed, I again became aware of other things. I was still looking into her face as I finished spurting. I was putting my sperm into her body. That thought only intensified the warm happy feeling I was experiencing. Her breasts were squashed flat against me, the nipples like hard pebbles trying to dig into my skin. Her legs were relaxing now, and her fingernails were no longer burrowing into my back. Her body relaxed almost as suddenly as it had tensed up and she opened her eyes.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, drawing out the last word really long. I just kept trying to catch my breath. “You have got to do that to me again,” she said. I was more than willing to comply. Well, most of me. I became aware of how soft my dick had become. Something in the back of my mind was nagging me. Something I had learned in sex education class. Something about after …

Oh, yes! I had to pull the condom out of her before I got soft. Very reluctantly, I moved off her and my hands grabbed the condom, which I no longer filled. I could feel her hair awash in her wetness. I held onto the latex ring as I pulled my dick out of her. I could feel the suction and the wetness of my cum. When I was free of her body, accompanied by a moan of disapproval from her, I lowered the condom from my dick. It held a respectable amount of semen in the end. While the remains of my orgasm filled the inside, the outside was positively coated in her wetness. My dick, on the other hand, looked like an exhausted soldier, drooping limply and hanging wetly from my body.

“I want to see it,” Donna said. I looked up to see her watching the spent condom in my hand. She reached and I let her take it from me. She held it up over her face, examining the contents through the almost transparent material. She used her other hand to squeeze the end and she giggled as she felt the still warm liquid squishing around.

I was sitting back on my haunches now, in front of her pussy. I watched her nude form as she played with my cum. I smiled as I watched her. She looked so cute, like a little girl with a new toy. She tied off the top of the condom like you would a balloon and dropped it on the bed. Patting the other side, she motioned for me to cuddle with her.

Cuddling after sex has to be the best thing in the world. We savored each other’s warmth. When her pussy moved against my leg, I could feel how wet she still was. It was delightful, more so because I knew I had made her that way. We enjoyed that togetherness for a long time.

In time, I got hard again. She could feel it pressing against her leg and she smiled broadly. “Again?” she asked hopefully and I nodded. She rolled away from me to retrieve another condom. She again expertly rolled it onto my erection and I was ready for action. She threw one leg over my midsection and knelt over me, my dick pointing to my favorite spot on her body. Well, one of my favorite spots.

Donna reached down with both hands. One hand gently held my shaft and aimed. Her other hand opened her lips and exposed the target. I was breathless as I watched the two points intersect, tab X fitting into slot Y. Slot Y was very wet, very warm and very snug. She was sitting down on top of me. The look on her face probably matched mine. Happy. Happy and very satisfied. There is something special about being joined that way. The feeling is like nothing else in the world.

She lifted herself up on her knees and began riding me. For my part, I performed the equal but opposite motion. I could feel her body against mine, I could see her lovely naked form over me, but my entire attention was focused instead at the part of my body which was sliding wetly against her body. I could feel her pussy gripping and clutching me as I slid in and out. Donna was moving faster now, practically impaling her luscious body on mine. The point where our bodies met was making a loud slapping noise. It wasn’t obscene. It only added encouragement to our exertions. We were driven by a primal urge to go faster and faster still, seeking still greater heights of pleasure. I groaned as my pleasure reached its peak.

“Don’t cum yet!” Donna begged. “I’m not there yet!”

I desperately tried to stop it, but that was an impossible task. The throbbing had started. Coupled with the vision of Donna riding my dick, it would inevitably lead to ejaculation. Nothing, even my death at that point, would stop it. I remembered reading that obscure fact somewhere.

Donna did something I had often fantasized about but never thought I’d see. She started masturbating right in front of me. Her right hand sought out her clit and began rubbing it. Rubbing it with an almost manic passion. Her other hand was roughly groping her breast.  When I saw her face indicating her peak, the left hand reached behind her and I felt it on my balls. I was squirting into the condom by now, but the touch of her hand added an almost electric enhancement.

She came, but I can’t take full credit for it. I suppose what counts is that we both came. I remember watching her nipples jiggle as she moved while I shot off into her body. When it was all over, she looked at me watching her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand move away from her pussy and she released my balls at the same time.

“You weren’t supposed to see me doing that,” she said, obviously embarrassed.

“Don’t be ashamed. That was the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen.”


“Yes, really. I mean, I knew girls did that. Guys do it.” Embarrassment shot through me as I realized what I had just admitted. “I just never thought you did it.”

Donna leaned forward towards my face and said, “So it’s good enough for you to play with yourself, but I’m not supposed to?” I could tell she was teasing, but she had a good point. She let me think about that for a moment. “You have a lot to learn about women. We do that a lot.” I raised my eyebrows. A smile slowly lit up her face as she thought of the words that would shock me. “We probably do it more than you.”

She was right. I was learning a lot. She could see in my eyes how I was thinking about something.

“What?” she asked.

I chuckled. “I was just thinking how I came here to tutor you about Algebra, but you taught me even more about something else.”

Donna joined in my laughter. “It’s all about X and Y,” she explained. As she laughed, the feeling of her insides convulsing around my softening dick felt really nice. She noticed it, too. “I’ve never laughed with a guy inside me. I like how it feels.”

“Same here – from the guy’s perspective.”

“Maybe we should suggest to Mr. Meyers that all his students study Algebra this way,” Donna said. At that, we both laughed so hard that my dick finished softening and her pussy finally pushed it out.

“I need to get up,” she said as she lifted her dark haired slit up away from my dick and the used condom.

I felt the warmth of the semen spilling out, all over me. Donna walked into her bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth. She cleaned me up as I lay there, in her bed. I felt like I was on top of the world.

When I was clean and the condom disposed of, she returned to the bed and we cuddled again. In time, I knew I had to leave. Donna must have sensed it as well. She looked at the clock.

“We need to get dressed and you need to be getting home,” she said. I nodded. “Let’s jump in the shower. You don’t want to go home smelling like me.”

“I don’t mind,” I assured her.

“Your parents might mind,” she told me. We both grinned.

She got up and took me by the hand, leading me to her shower where we rinsed off together. It feels pretty nice to be all wet and slippery in the shower with a girl. We dried each other off and found our clothes where we had dropped them next to her bed. I watched her intently as we dressed.

“Haven’t you ever seen a girl get dressed before?” she asked when she realized how I was watching her. She had put on her panties and was fastening her bra strap.

“No,” I said, afraid to say more.

“That’s OK,” she said sweetly. “I figured it was your first time. I’m glad it was with me.”

Her words made my emotions go from fear and shame to warmth and happiness. I leaned forward and kissed her. I wanted to ask her if she did it this easily with all the guys, how many times she had done this. I came to my senses and let my questions remain unanswered.

I was disappointed when she finished dressing. Now she looked like everyday beautiful Donna Articelli. Only, I knew what she looked like under all those clothes. I’d carry that image with me. She leaned over her bed and rearranged the covers so it didn’t look like she had just had sex there. She handed me my books as she looked deeply into my eyes.

“Thank you, Todd. This was the most enjoyable time I’ve ever had studying math.” Her attempt to look serious finally cracked. We both laughed at the absurdity of her statement. She hugged me with one arm as I took my books.

“I’ll certainly remember this lesson. And, in case I ever forget, I just have to remember what your dick feels like inside my pussy. It will all come back to me.”

We kissed deeply one more time and then we walked back downstairs to the door.

“I had a wonderful time,” I told her.

“I bet you did,” she said. Then she smiled sweetly again. “I did, too.”

Then I was in my car, driving home. I had to keep telling myself it wasn’t just a fantasy, that it had really happened.


“No way, Todd. You’re full of shit!” Barry said.

“Yeah, right. You and Donna Articelli,” Frank added.

Nobody was believing me. I couldn’t blame them. I was trying to tell the guys I had lunch with that I had made it with Donna. I could hardly believe what had happened. They were all teasing me when one delicate voice broke through the taunts.


I’d know that sweet voice anywhere. I panicked. I knew I shouldn’t have been talking about what had happened. Now she heard. Now she knew. Now everybody knew. I turned to face Donna, my face red with shame.

“Donna, I … I mean, -“

She smiled as sweetly as she could. I didn’t understand what was happening.

“You forgot this at my house. I thought you might be needing it,” Donna said as she took my hand and put something in my palm. She turned and walked away, swaying her cute ass.

I realized what it was and tried to close my hand but I was too late. Everybody had seen. I looked down at the square plastic packet in my hand, the word Trojan in the center. After that, everybody treated me differently. I just couldn’t believe Donna had done that. My life was changed now. All because I got caught staring at her in Algebra class.

When the bell rang and we got to class, Mr. Meyers made good on his promise and handed out the quiz. I took mine and read the first question. Explain the relationship between X and Y in the equation …

I looked up to see Donna smiling as she read the first question. I knew just what she was thinking at that moment. It’s all about X and Y.

The End

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