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A GIRL NAMED CHARLIE - PART 2

A High School Romance - by Day Dreamer

Prologue:

This is a story of a teenage boy's sexual education in the
1940's. It reflects the mores and sexual attitudes of those
times, ones far different from today's. For the beginning of the
story, the reader should download Charlie1.

The Story Continues:

I could hardly believe my good fortune. For the first time in my
life I had held an almost-naked girl in my arms, had played with
her bare breasts, and had had my hand on girl's pussy. Even more
than that, I had finger-fucked her to a gasping, panting orgasm.
She had given me a hand-job, too, and I had come like Buster's
gang, going off like a skyrocket, not just once, but twice. I
was practically quivering in anticipation of my next date with
Charlie, the girl who had favored me in these ways.

When Charlie left me at the end of our first date, she had patted
my hard-on and asked me to keep it until our next date. That
meant four long days to go. Even though I was staying in a state
of perpetual horniness and urgently wanted to beat my meat to a
pulp, I was determined to hold out until our date on Tuesday
night. If our last date was any foretaste of what was to come,
the waiting would be worth the agony I was going through.

Our date on Tuesday night was to a high school play put on by the
Drama Department. Ordinarily, I would have been interested in
the play, but just being with Charlie took precedent over any
such interest. My interest now was centered on Charlie and what
we might do after the play was over.

Since Charlie and I lived in the same neighborhood only about
eight blocks from the school, we decided to walk to the play. It
was a pleasant spring evening, with the temperature in the
seventies, and walking would be fun. Besides, I knew all the
hiding spots in the area, places where we might go and be alone
and out of sight, and I had hopes of steering Charlie to one of
those.

Charlie and I held hands as we walked, and sometimes we had our
arms around each other's waist. We had started early and pretty
much lollygagged along the way, stopping on occasions to lean
against a tree or fence and kiss. On those occasions I would cop
a quick feel of her breasts. Not obvious, mind you, so that
passersby might be offended, but enough to get both of us hot and
fully aroused. One time when we were leaning against a tree, I
put my hands on her buttocks and squeezed them, pulling her
against my now-hard prick. "Hard already, huh?" Charlie laughed,
when she felt the bulge in my pants prod against her.

"No, still that way," I answered. "When you left me Saturday
night you told me to keep it until now, and I've done just that."
That made Charlie laugh and put a smile of delight on her face.

We finally made it to school, and I even managed to control my
hard-on enough that it wasn't too obvious. We sat in the audi-
torium and held hands during the play's presentation. Every now
and then I would shift around and sometimes "accidently" lightly
brush my arm across the tips of Charlie's breast. Each time I
did it, the look she gave me said: You're not fooling me, I know
what you're doing, and I don't mind. Just don't get too carried
away, though, there are parents sitting all around us.

The school play was finally over, and I was eager for the Timmy--
Charlie play to begin. It was dark now and we could hold each
other a little more intimately than we could while it was still
light. I put my arm around her and dropped it down to her bottom
and caressed the firm globes of her ass. She squeezed me tight
when I did this, letting me know that she approved of this
attention.

After we had walked about a block, we came to a dark corner and
stopped and kissed long and deep, our tongues exploring each
other's mouth. She pressed her whole body against mine, from
thigh to mouth and squirmed in a motion that rubbed herself
against me like a cat rubbing against someone's leg. When we
finally broke the kiss, Charlie said, "Let's find some place
that's nice and dark and secluded."

"I know just the place," I said. And indeed, I did know. I had
explored the local neighborhood park and marked it as a place to
take Charlie if the chance arose. The park was open only during
the summer, but the porch of its clubhouse remained available
year-round. The porch was covered and had several benches. Most
important, there wasn't a light within a block of the place. It
was an ideal place for lovers--even if someone walked through the
park, they wouldn't be able to see into the darkness of the porch
and discover us. I had been dreaming for the past four days
about taking Charlie there, and now that dream was coming true.
And to make it even better, not only was I taking Charlie where I
had hoped to take her, but I was taking her there because she was
asking me to. I took her hand and led her to this lover's haven.

In the darkness of the porch, I embraced Charlie, holding her
tightly to me, and kissed her with a deep French kiss. She
responded by giving me her tongue freely and actively. I dropped
my hands below her waist and cupped her buttocks in my hands,
gently squeezing them and loving them with my hands. Charlie
pressed even closer to me, pushing her groin up against the hard
bulge of my throbbing manhood. She broke the kiss and whispered,
"You're even harder now than before, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am. You make me so hot I can hardly stand it," I
replied.

"You're not the only one," she laughed, putting her lips back to
mine and sending her tongue snaking into my mouth. As my hands
continued to caress her hard little ass, I wanted to feel more of
it, to feel the bare smooth skin of her buttocks. Slowly, I
pulled her skirt up to where I could feel the silky fabric of her
panties. They made the globes of her ass feel smooth and satiny,
but I knew the skin would feel even better. Moving my hands
upward, I found the top of the silken fabric and moved under
them, running my fingers across the baby-smooth skin. I didn't
have a chance to feel Charlie's ass the time before, and I was
thrilled by having my hands down a girl's panties and playing
with her ass.

I ran my hands down the valley that separated the two upthrust
mounds of Charlie's buttocks, delving down to the hidden depths
of her secret places. I moved a finger underneath her and found
the hot, slick core of her sex. She was wet already, and the
area between her thighs was slippery with her warm girl juices.
Charlie squirmed her ass and moaned as I gently caressed her
nether opening. "You're starting to make my legs get weak,"
Charlie whispered. "Let's sit down."

We sat down on the bench and immediately went back into our
embrace, our mouths and tongues hungrily seeking the other's. I
was learning from Charlie just how erogenous the mouth and tongue
were and was growing to love the intimacy of the deep French
kiss. With Charlie, kissing was a real art form, and I was
becoming a connoisseur.

Our hands were busy as well as our mouths and tongues, roaming
over each other's bodies, caressing, stroking, pinching, and
squeezing. My hands were making love to her breasts, kneading
those delectable mounds of girl flesh. She moved her hands up
and down the inside of my thighs, reaching up to and lightly
rubbing the tent my hard prick was making of the front of my
trousers. She broke the kiss and softly laughed, "God, I believe
you're getting harder by the second." All I could do was moan
softly as she traced her hand over the bulge, feeling the length
of my shaft as it doubled over inside the constrictions of my
pants.

"I wish we could get naked, but it's too big a risk to take
here," Charlie said. Her saying that made my prick jerk in
response. Even though I had seen Charlie almost completely nude
in the drive-in movie, it had been dark and I couldn't see too
well. Ever since then I had longed to see Charlie stretched out
completely nude, her breasts and pussy available for my full
inspection. Charlie's words only intensified that desire and
raised my lust level to an even higher level.

"We can at least get more comfortable," she said, and raised her
skirt to her waist and pulled off her panties. She put them into
her purse and pulled out a handful of Kleenex. "I came prepared
this time," she said, softly laughing.

Taking my cue from her, I unbuckled my pants and pushed them and
my shorts down to my ankles. Even though my eyes had become
accustomed to the darkness, it was still too dark to see much.
All I could see was the dim white blur of Charlie's hips and a
darker triangular smudge where her pubic hair grew. We would
have to let our sense of touch take over and make up for our lack
of sight.

We went back to kissing and letting our fingers do Yellow Page
work. My hand immediately went to her pussy and hers went to my
now freely standing prick. I probed between the lips of her
pussy and found the hard little nubbin that she liked rubbed. I
did just that, gently rubbing up, down, and around the button.
Charlie's hand on my throbbing staff was moving around the head,
pushing my pre-come juices down over the shaft. As she touched
the sensitive part just below the head, all my four days of pent-
up lust, the time we had spent making love with our eyes at the
play, and the grab-ass games we had played walking home caught up
with me. Suddenly, my prick was jerking in Charlie's hand and
sperm was forcing its way up the shaft. "Oh, God, Charlie, I
gonna come," I gasped.

Charlie grabbed the stack of Kleenex and cupped the head of my
prick, catching the jetting white stream. "That's okay, baby,
just let it come," Charlie crooned to me, continuing to work her
hand up and down the shaft, causing the sperm to dribble out in
little spurts.

After the stream had stopped flowing and my prick had ceased its
jerking, I relaxed and said, "I didn't mean to come so quick.
Just thinking about you for four days had gotten me so hot that I
just couldn't hold it. Gee, I'm sorry for having such a quick
trigger."

"That's okay. I have the feeling you'll recover in a hurry,"
Charlie said as she continued to stroke my still-firm staff. I
knew she hadn't come yet, and I wanted her to enjoy the same
pleasure I had, so I redoubled my attentions to her pussy.
Charlie reached down and grabbed my hand, holding it still.
Then, in a soft voice, she said, "Timmy, do you know that song,
'Mary is a friend of mine?'"

Did I know that song? Did I ever! It was sung to the tune of
one of the day's most popular songs and the words were: "Mary is
a friend of mine, she will blow me anytime, for a nickel or a
dime, fifteen cents for overtime." I wasn't sure what Charlie
was after, but I said, "Sure, I know the song. Why?"

"Because I want to be that kind of friend to you, and for you to
be that kind of friend to me."

I was stunned. This was beyond my belief. She was telling me
she wanted to suck me off and wanted me to do the same thing to
her. Charlie had already changed my ideas about girls, but this
stretched them to the limits. I had read about girls giving boys
blow jobs and about boys eating a girl's pussy, but I thought it
was just stuff of fiction. Some of my masturbatory fantasies
were about a girl sucking on my prick until I came into her
mouth, and I dreamed about having my mouth and tongue in a girl's
pussy. These were just fantasies, though, without any hope of
realization. Now here was Charlie telling me that girls really
did those things, and not only that, she wanted us to do them.
My half-hard prick became steely hard at the prospect. "You
would really do that?" I asked, still incredulous.

"Yes, I love sucking on a guy's prick, and I adore having my
pussy eaten. Would you like to eat my pussy?"

"Oh, God, YES!" I said, my breathing speeding up and my heart
beating faster as I thought about such action. "I've never done
it before, but I've always wanted to try. You may have to tell
me what to do if I don't do it right."

"Don't worry, I have the feeling you'll be a fast learner,"
Charlie replied, with that soft laugh of hers.

"I want to be first," I said. "Let me do it to you before you do
it to me. Okay?"

"Yes, I would like that," Charlie answered. "Let me lay out here
on the bench so that you can get to me." She stretched out
lengthwise on the bench so that her back was flat but her legs
were over the edge and down to the floor. Her hips were at the
end of the bench, and the cheeks of her ass were just off the
edge. She spread her legs so that all the area between them, the
very center of her sexual being was fully exposed and available
to me. I knelt at her feet between her spread-eagled legs,
paying homage at the altar of her womanhood.

I moved in closer to Charlie and put my hands under her ass,
lifting her hips up to my face. As I drew close, I could detect
the faint, musky aroma of her woman sex. I immediately recogniz-
ed the scent--it was what I had detected at the beginning of our
first date. I realized that it was indeed a natural scent, the
aroma of feminine arousal. No wonder I had found the scent so
appealing.

My mouth made contact with Charlie's sex, my lips brushing across
the swatch of curly hair that grew so abundantly between her
legs. I extended my tongue, drilling it through the bushy fur,
and made contact with flesh. I could feel the furrow there
between her legs, and I ran my tongue into its depths. It was
wet and slick, and I licked across the flesh and drew my tongue
back into my mouth so as to taste what her wetness was like. It
was like nothing I had ever tasted, but it was delicious, with
just a slight tang and sense of musk. I wanted more of it, so I
brought my mouth fully against Charlie's wet flesh and began to
suck and lap at it.

I moved my tongue furiously, up and down Charlie's channel, from
the upper beginning of her slit all the way down to where it
widened out. In the wide part, I delved deeply, seeking out the
hot pit I knew to be there. My tongue snaked into her wet, slick
hole, probing its depths until my lips were flattened against the
lips of her pussy. I quivered my tongue inside and twisted it
around and around inside the hot sheath. Charlie hips began to
heave up and down against my mouth and she made little soft
purring sounds of pleasure.

Slowly I pulled my tongue out of its recess and moved my
attention up to Charlie's clitoris. I took it between my lips
and held it here. Using just the tip of my tongue, I lashed the
little button in back-and-forth motions and then with circular
strokes. "Oh, yeah! Yes, yes, that's the spot," Charlie almost
growled, hunching her pussy hard against my face. Her legs came
up and wrapped around my back, spreading her pussy open wider and
allowing me even greater access to her swampy, sleek girl flesh.

Charlie reached her hands down and stroked the top of my head,
her fingers combing through my hair. Suddenly she stopped
stroking and each hand grabbed a fistful of hair, gripping it
tightly. Her hips were moving rapidly, jerking themselves upward
against me in quick up and down movements. "Oh, God, Timmy!
Yes, that's the way. Ooohhhh, Timmieee!" Charlie groaned. She
was moaning and starting to pant. Her legs which had been
wrapped around me began to jerk and pull tight around me. She
arched her back up and held her pussy against my mouth, and I
could feel her pelvis vibrate. Little convulsions ran through
her stomach muscles, and Charlie became frozen, completely still
except for the spasms in her pussy, stomach, and thighs. I knew
she was coming, and coming in a big way. Even more, I knew that
I had done it for her, had given her the kind of pleasure that
was causing her to moan and spasm.

Charlie had been wet before, but that wetness was nothing compar-
ed to then. My whole face was coated with her juices and some
was even dripping from my chin, down my chest and onto my prick
which was now standing up fully erect and throbbing. The whole
inside of her thighs and all the hair of her pussy forest was
soaked with her abundant flow. She had become so wet from her
climax that it was almost like she had shot off like boys do.

Slowly Charlie relaxed, the arch in her back disappearing as she
lay back down on the bench. Her legs fell from off my back and
down to the floor again. I took my mouth from her pussy and
asked, "How was it Charlie? Did I do it right?"

"Ooohh, it was right, alright. I haven't come that hard in a
long time." Lifting her head up, she said, "I suspected you
were a natural-born pussy eater the first time I saw you, and I
was right."

Charlie sat up on the bench and pulled me up beside her. Reach-
ing her hand behind my neck, she pulled my face down to hers and
put her mouth to mine. My whole mouth was still slick from her
juices, and she licked the juices from my lips and cheeks. Then
she slithered her tongue into my mouth and swirled it inside my
lips seeking more of her juicy flow. Slowly the kiss turned into
just pure lust, and she pressed tight against me. Finally taking
her mouth from mine, she said, "The only thing I like better than
the taste my juices is a boy's come. You lay like I was and let
me feast on your hard prick until you come in my mouth. I want
you to come big, so I can get a lot of your hot juice."

I could hardly believe my ears. Charlie not only was willing to
give me a blow job, she was eager to do it. And she wanted to
swallow my come, to boot. My prick arched up and throbbed, hotly
anticipating being engulfed by her mouth.

I stretched out the bench just like Charlie had been and took the
same position. Charlie moved down to between my legs and pushed
them apart so that she could move her face up to my groin area.
"God, you smell hot," Charlie said. "There's nothing that beats
the smell of a boy's hot prick, and the smell of his come. I'm
glad you came before, that adds to the good smell."

Charlie grew silent and suddenly I felt something hot and wet
move across the head of my prick. It was like a flash of
electric current and my hips jerked upward in response. Never
before had I felt anything so pleasurable, not even Charlie's
hand moving up and down my wet prick. I realized that what I was
feeling was Charlie's tongue swirling across and around the head
of my prick. The feeling was unbelievably good and my prick and
groin spasmed in reaction, sending a glob of juice dribbling out
the slit. "Mmmm," Charlie said, and licked the dribble away.
That, of course, only caused more to dribble out, and Charlie
took the whole head in her mouth, licking and swallowing the flow
of pre-come leaking so copiously from my pulsating, throbbing
prick.

I arched my hips up to her mouth and groaned, "Oh, God, Charlie!
Ooooh, Charlie!" Charlie was apparently pleased by my reaction
to her ministrations and moved her mouth even further down on my
prick, taking about half its length into the hot cavity of her
mouth. She sucked on it then, her mouth a wet, slurping vacuum
cleaner. As she sucked, she moved her tongue in little
fluttering motions over the area just below the head of my prick.
My hips jerked up and down in response to the pleasures I was
receiving, and my head spun in dizziness. I was being taken to
levels of pleasure I didn't even suspect existed. If heaven were
better than that, then I couldn't wait to get there.

The only problem was that I was quickly reaching the level of
orgasm. I wasn't ready yet. I was experiencing such exquisite
pleasure that I didn't want it to end. Charlie must have sensed
my impending climax because she withdrew her mouth from my prick
and just gently blew her breath on the head. That by itself was
very nice, and I could stood thirty minutes of just that. The
breathing soon ended, though, and I could feel Charlie's fingers
lightly brushing across my balls and bag. It was like I was
being stroked by a feather, and the feeling was almost as good as
having her mouth and tongue on my prick. Then I felt something
new. It was the wet surface of the flat of Charlie's tongue
licking my balls. She stroked them in circles, and then very
gently took one my balls in her mouth and softly sucked on it.

All this time my prick was throbbing and jerking, sending out a
steady flow of juices. They ran down my prick and down to my
balls where Charlie eagerly licked them away. Her tongue moved
up the side of my prick and swirled in big circles as she sought
out each drop that flowed from my leaking prick. Finally, she
reached the head and once again took it into her mouth. Slowly
she lowered her mouth lower and lower on my prick, taking it into
her mouth inch my inch. Soon her lips were nestled in the curls
of my pubic hair and my entire prick was buried in Charlie's
mouth. I could feel the head bump against the back of her mouth
and suddenly she moved down even further and my prick moved into
her throat. It was tight, and as she gulped for air, I could
feel the vibrations of her throat all around the rigid stiffness
of my pulsating staff.

Charlie moved her mouth back up and my prick came out of her
throat and once again into her mouth. She pulled up so that all
that was left in her mouth was the head. She moved her mouth
down quickly and then back up. Then up and down again. With
each stroke, she slurped her tongue around the head and the shaft
and over the sensitive area just under the head. Up and down she
went, and I realized she was fucking my prick with her mouth. My
hips moved in reciprocal movements, meeting each of her downward
movements with an upward one of my own. My prick was swelling
and throbbing like never before, and I knew that soon Charlie
would be getting a blast of my rapidly building come.

Soon I could stand it no more and my hips jerked upward and
locked there. The whole head of my prick swelled and then
exploded a jet of hot come into Charlie's sucking, swirling
mouth. My vision swam and the pleasure was so great I couldn't
even catch my breath, just holding it as blast after blast of
come spurted its way from my jerking, spasming prick. Charlie
was gulping in huge swallows, swallowing each jet of juice as it
flowed into her mouth. She softly crooned, "Mmmnn, mmnnn,
mmnnn," as she gulped down my seminal flow.

Soon my prick jerked in only little spasms, and I was finally
able to catch my breath. Gradually my prick lost its rigidity
and slowly shrunk back to normal. Only then did Charlie quit
sucking on it and let it fall from her mouth. She looked up at
me and said, "That was good. You taste real good. I liked
that."

"YOU liked it!" I muttered. "It couldn't have been nearly as
good as it was for me. I've never been sucked off before, and
that was the best feeling I've ever had in my entire life. God,
Charlie, that was the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Like I say, I aim to please," Charlie said with a little laugh.
"Besides, you did a good job on me, and I just wanted to return
the favor. I wish we had time to do it again, but we had better
get home before the folks give us hell."

Charlie and I put our clothes back in order and arms around each
other, we walked to her house. On the way, we agreed to a date
the following Saturday. We decided that we would go to Zilker
Park and go bicycle riding. She would pack a lunch and we could
ride off into the woods and have a picnic. The way we both said
the word "picnic," we knew what kind of picnic it would be. We
might eat lunch, but we considered the other to be dessert.

When we reached Charlie's house, we stopped on the porch and
kissed a long, deep parting kiss. As we broke the kiss, Charlie
reached down to my groin and rubbed my once-again stiffening
prick and whispered, "Timmy, I'm not a virgin. Why don't you
bring some rubbers to our picnic." Turning away quickly, she
laughed softly and went inside her house.

* * *

FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TIMMY AND CHARLIE WILL FOLLOW IN CHARLIE3