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Cheerleader Blues
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Julie can't believe she lost a bet and now has to get 
the biggest nerd in the school to shoot in his shorts 
for her. The tables get turned, though, because this 
nerd has some talents she doesn't know about. The only 
cum-soaked thing in this story is - HER! (MF-teens, 
reluc, 1st, rom)

***

Julie Osborne was one pissed girl. If you'd have looked 
at her for the first time you'd have wondered what in 
the world this girl had to be pissed about. She was 
beautiful, smart, had nice clothes, and lots of 
friends. She was a cheerleader - the head cheerleader 
in fact - and one of the most popular girls around. She 
didn't have a car, but that was because she didn't want 
one. 

She liked to be catered to, which often included making 
demands on her parents to take her places and so forth. 
She rarely lacked for a ride and had ridden the school 
bus only once. The hissy-fit she'd thrown after that 
had convinced her father it was worth taking her so he 
wouldn't have to listen to her bitch.

In short she was a rich, beautiful, spoiled, teenaged 
bitch.

Beautiful probably wasn't the right word for her. 
"Living wet dream" would be better. Her auburn hair 
fell past her shoulders when it wasn't up in a pony 
tail. Her breasts were softball sized, with perky 
little nipples that thrust up and out proudly when she 
sashayed down the street or hallway. Her hips provided 
the rest of the sashay and she knew how to use them. 
Her slim abdomen proved that she took her calisthenics 
seriously. 

She had a good body and she knew it and she was for 
sure going to keep it. Her eyes were a luminescent 
bright green that caused lots of people to think she 
was wearing colored contact lenses. She was tanned 
everywhere visible. She wore the tiniest bikini her 
father would suffer in public and an even smaller one 
in the back yard when she lay out in the sun. No one 
but her closest girl friends and family had ever seen 
her in that one. Even her brother perked up when she 
wore it.

Boys flocked around Julie like starving birds at an 
overturned grain truck. More males jerked off 
fantasizing about her than spilled their seed looking 
at Playboy magazines. Every one of them wanted to be 
the one who ended up between her sweet naked thighs one 
day.

But that wasn't likely, because Julie was a virgin and 
she intended to stay that way. She had a reputation for 
being loose and fast, but that was of her own doing. 
With each boy she went out with, she'd let him feel her 
breasts, or kiss long passionate kisses, but when she 
felt that warm spot growing in her abdomen she knew it 
was time to call a halt. What she did then was pure 
genius. 

She invariably told the boy, whoever he was, that she 
wanted to let him, and she might let him, but only if 
certain things happened. Her rules were these: First, 
if anyone asked the boy how far he'd gotten, he was to 
smile and say he couldn't say. Second, he could pretend 
he'd gotten as far as he wanted, but could not actually 
say he'd done anything at all. Third, he had to let her 
be in control of everything they did.

Of course every guy said "Yes". Those who broke the 
rules never got to take her out again. Those who played 
by the rules at the very most got jerked off by her 
soft hand, but never seemed to get much further. 
Eventually they broke up with her, never knowing why 
they hadn't succeeded where they just knew others had. 
So, while no man got to plumb her virgin depths, 
everyone thought others had.

Everything went fine until she lost the bet. It had 
been a stupid bet in the first place. Her friends had 
been tittering one day about a new guy in school and 
about how he had such a big bulge. They were making 
bets about which girl would get to see it first. Julie 
had said it was stupid to even care, but then Tanya, 
her primary rival in the ongoing popularity contest 
some girls play started needling her. 

It ended up as a bet between Tanya and Julie that each 
of them would see it first. Then the terms of the bet 
had to be decided. It was decided that whichever one 
lost would have to ask Morty Blakely out on a date and 
get him to come in his underwear. The cum-soaked 
underwear themselves were to be the proof. Morty was 
the school nerd and everyone knew that his mother still 
sewed his name onto all his clothes. One of the other 
girls had to be a witness to confirm the win. The bet 
was on.

Then, the next day, to everyone's surprise, Tanya went 
right up to him and offered him twenty dollars to show 
her his cock. She told him and Cindy Patterson to meet 
her in the locker room after school. She gave him the 
money, he showed his cock to Tanya and Cindy, and, in 
the time honored tradition of Capitalism, the bet was 
won.

Tanya had done it just to embarrass her and that's why 
Julie was pissed. Julie had tried to wiggle out of the 
deal, saying Tanya had cheated, but the girls held her 
to the bet. She had to go out with Mort, jerk him off 
and get his cum-soaked skivvies as proof.

She approached him with a decided lack of glee.

"Hey Morton," she said. He glanced up at her from where 
he was sitting in the library. His eyes got a little 
wider as he realized who it was addressing him.

"Uh... Hi Julie." he said. His eyes looked big through 
his thick glasses. He had dark hair that was slicked 
back over his head. It looked greasy. Her stomach 
churned. He had on loose clothing that looked too big 
for him, like it was hand-me-downs from an older 
brother or something. For some reason she noticed his 
fingers, holding the book open. They were long and 
slender and very smooth.

"I need a favor, Morton," she said, standing there, 
looking at him. "I don't have a date Friday night and I 
wanted to go to the drive in."

Morton gulped. She couldn't mean she wanted to go with 
him. He had expected her to ask him to do a term paper 
for her, or something like that. He got lots of those. 
But he never did them. He was smart and he was that way 
because he studied. He wasn't about to use his smarts 
to get other people credit. Especially people who were 
rude to him and hurt his feelings. People like Julie. 
He came to the conclusion she was playing with him, for 
some kind of cruel joke. He wasn't going to play.

"I'm sure there are lots of guys who would love to take 
you to the drive in," he said. "Why don't you ask 
Brett, or Conway or one of those other jocks?"

Julie couldn't believe what she'd just heard. It was 
almost like he didn't want to go out with her. What a 
loser. But she had to make this happen.

"I'm quite sure you are right," she said sweetly. But I 
decided I wanted you to take me."

Morton's eyes narrowed. He looked around, trying to see 
who was hiding and watching. He didn't see anyone. 
Julie saw him peering around and looked herself, to see 
what he was looking at. When she looked back at him he 
was looking at her face. That got her attention for 
some reason she couldn't put her finger on.

"You want me... to take you... to the drive-in Friday 
night." He said it flatly, staring at her face the 
whole time. That was it! she thought. He was looking at 
her FACE, not where every other guy she'd ever talked 
to had looked. They all talked to her breasts. She 
wondered why this man wasn't staring at her breasts. 
Maybe he was gay.

"Yes," she said automatically. Then "Are you gay?" She 
hadn't meant to say it out loud. She blushed. "I didn't 
mean that," she said. He was staring at her open 
mouthed. His mouth shut in a grim line.

"Look, Julie, I'm sure you're having a lot of fun, but 
I have studying to do." He dropped his gaze back to the 
book and ignored her.

She folded her arms under her breasts. What was he 
doing? He couldn't just ignore her! She was the most 
popular girl in school! She had just given him the 
opportunity that at least fifty boys would cut off 
their right arms to get. She was going to actually 
touch his pathetic little peter, for pity's sake! Of 
course he didn't know that. But nobody ever just 
ignored her.

Julie stamped her foot in anger. "Look, Morton. I asked 
you to take me to the movies. Will you do it or not?" 
She glared at him.

Morton looked up at this vision of loveliness. He 
noticed those luscious looking breasts as his eyes went 
by them, but he very intentionally kept his eyes moving 
until they were locked on her eyes. She was pissed off! 
He could see it in her eyes. He wondered what was going 
on. It had to be a joke, or some kind of cruel game.

"Why do you want me to take you to the movies?" he 
asked quietly.

Julie was taken aback. Why did anyone go to the movies? 
To see a movie and make out. Everyone knew that. She 
had a horrible feeling that he had somehow found out 
about the bet. His eyes looked deep, like she could 
fall into them. Why was he staring at her face? 
"Well... I... uh... um... I just want you to, OK?" she 
was flustered. She was so flustered that she added 
"Please?"

He looked around again. Still nobody watching them. He 
made his decision on impulse. "OK," he said, and was 
immediately sorry he'd done so. He looked back down at 
his book.

Julie stood there. She'd gotten past the first hurdle. 
Now what. Now he was ignoring her again. Who was this 
boy? Why didn't he react like all the others? "You do 
have a car... don't you?" she said.

He looked back up. "My folks have a van. I can probably 
borrow it. That OK?"

She was unnerved by his calmness. She nodded her head 
and fled.

That night the phone rang. It was Morton. "What time 
and where do you want me to pick you up?" he said. She 
wanted to groan. She gave him the information and 
dreaded the weekend for the rest of the week.

Promptly at 8:30 Morton knocked on the door of Julie's 
house. He was nervous. He'd never been on a real date 
before. He'd never really thought about going out with 
a girl.

He didn't have to.

He had three older sisters and they had all three been 
fucking him regularly since he was twelve. It was sort 
of a family tradition. His parents believed that 
siblings who slept together would form a bond that 
would last a lifetime, and that his sisters, if he kept 
them happy, would not sleep around with just any guy. 
For the most part they had been right. 

His eldest sister Lee Anne had just gotten married at 
age 23. Ruth, the middle one was 20 and engaged. Both 
of them had moved out in the last several years, 
leaving only Leticia. Now he and Leticia were the only 
ones left. She was insatiable, and he was glad she was 
the only one he had to keep happy any more. 

He knew it was a weird life, but he was used to it. One 
of the things he'd been worried about was that someone 
had found out about his family's habits and told Julie. 
And that all this, whatever it was that was going on, 
was the result.

When he'd driven up to her address he went on by, 
looking all around, trying to find the cars of other 
kids he knew must be waiting to play some joke on him. 
There was nothing. Finally he'd parked on the street 
and gone up. A woman opened the door. "Hello." she said 
with a questioning look.

"Hi. I'm Morton. I have a... date... with Julie." He 
could tell the woman was Julie's mother. She was very 
beautiful herself, with the same hair and body as her 
daughter.

"Morton" said the woman, looking at him speculatively. 
"Well, Morton, come on in. Julie's never ready on time. 
I must say it's refreshing to have a boy actually come 
to the door to pick her up. Usually they just sit in 
the car and honk."

Morton went in and immediately found himself being 
catered to by Julie's mom. She brought him a drink and 
put a plate of cookies on the end table beside him. 
Then she sat in a chair to one side and began talking 
to him. He was uncomfortable at first. Adults didn't 
usually talk to him much. It was because he was usually 
smarter than they were. He had an impossibly high I.Q. 
and most people found his intellect intimidating. 

But Mrs. Osborne turned out to be one smart lady 
herself and in no time they were chatting about a 
number of things. He was actually enjoying himself when 
Julie walked into the room. "Mom! Morton! I... uh... I 
didn't know you were here." Morton had stood as soon as 
she came into the room. Mrs. Osborne commented "And he 
has manners too! Julie, where did you find this 
delightful young man?"

Julie shot a look of daggers at her mother, who didn't 
notice because she was still looking at Morton. "Mom, 
you're embarrassing me," she growled. Her mother turned 
a surprised look on her. Julie could sense questions 
coming and said hurriedly, "Come on Morton, we have to 
go." She left immediately, leaving her mother and 
Morton behind. Mrs. Osborne saw Morton staring 
wistfully at her retreating daughter and put her hand 
on his arm. She was surprised to find that under the 
baggy shirt he was wearing his arm felt thick and 
muscular.

"Give her a chance," she said as he looked at her 
surprised. "She's not really the bitch she just 
appeared to be." Then she smiled at Morton, patted him 
on the arm and said, "Have fun."

Julie was already sitting in the van when he got 
outside. It was a camper, really. His dad loved to go 
out camping and the van was his concession to 
technology while camping. Basically it was a place to 
sleep in a dry and warm environment. It didn't have 
much else in the back other than the big wide bed and a 
lot of storage compartments. The front had everything 
someone on the road might want. There was a GPS unit, a 
nice radio/stereo, lots of places to put food and 
drink. All the windows had curtains and shades that 
could black it out in daylight if needed.

Julie was looking at the bed when he got in. "Don't get 
any ideas Morton," she growled at him. He glanced at 
the bed and then back at her. For the first time he 
looked at her as a female of his species. She was good 
looking for sure. He didn't look at women the way other 
boys his age did. A woman was an instrument who could 
be played, once you knew where her buttons were. 

With all three of his sisters he had learned how to 
leave them completely limp, almost lifeless after what 
they could only term as amazing orgasms. Morton enjoyed 
spurting his semen in a woman just as much as the next 
guy, but when you had three of them to service you had 
to pace yourself. He had therefore studied the female 
anatomy and he knew every one of the supposed 97 
erogenous zones on the female body. He had seen sex as 
a chore for several years until he had learned enough 
to get them off easily.

Nowadays the game he played was trying to time his own 
orgasm to coincide precisely with his sister's. He'd 
gotten pretty good and was usually able to unleash his 
balls and feel his sperm traveling through his penis 
just at the same time his sister's pussy clamped down 
on him. Now, looking at Julie, he wondered which places 
on her body would leave HER limp. It was obvious she 
wasn't interested, but he wondered.

"Julie?" he said as he started the van and drove off. 
"What's going on?"

She knew his words weren't a greeting. She tried to 
play dumb. "Oh, not much."

He looked over at her. "Julie, look, I know you don't 
want to go out with me, OK? Any idiot could see that. 
So what's all this really about?"

Julie finally looked at him. He wasn't whiny, like she 
thought he'd be. He didn't talk with a funny voice, 
like she thought he would. Her mother had been deep in 
conversation with him, and her mother NEVER talked to 
any of the boys she went out with. Her mother referred 
to most of the boys she dated as, "Bags of 
testosterone." 

He was different than boys she'd been around and she 
didn't quite know how to act. She couldn't just tell 
him she needed his shorts full of cum. He'd dump her 
out and then she'd be completely uncool. But if she 
tried the usual things she did to get a boy drooling, 
somehow she knew they just wouldn't work. She didn't 
know how she knew, she just knew it.

Things weren't turning out the way she'd planned. She 
thought about what Tanya had done with that new boy. 
Hmmmmmmmm.

"Look Morton. I'll give you fifty dollars if you'll cum 
in your underwear and give them to me."

Even a genius can be caught off guard. The van did go 
off the road and into somebody's lawn, but he missed 
two cars and a garden Gnome. He found himself parked on 
the sidewalk and hastily backed into the street. He 
drove a block and pulled over. He turned in the seat 
and looked at her. She looked upset and nervous.

"You want me to ejaculate into my underwear and then 
give them to you. And for this you'll give me fifty 
dollars." He said it very clearly, so there was no 
mistake about what she heard.

"Yes," she said, looking out the front of the van. 
"Will you do it?"

"No." He put the van in drive and pulled back out.

Julie was in a panic. "A Hundred! I'll give you a 
hundred dollars."

He kept driving. He turned a corner and then another. 
It was obvious he was headed back to her house. Julie 
wanted to cry. How had this turned out so badly? Her 
life was going to be ruined. Tanya would be the queen 
of the school and no one would like her any more. She 
HAD to win. "OK, OK, I'll tell you what happened. But 
don't take me home. Please Morton... I'll tell you."

Again he pulled over. She looked at him and felt a 
little ashamed. "Look, I promise I'll tell you. But 
could we just go on to the drive in? I mean, forget 
what I said. I'm an idiot, OK? Let's just go and watch 
the movie and I'll tell you what's going on and then 
you can take me home. OK? Please?"

For the second time with this girl Morton went on 
impulse. He pulled back out and drove to the drive in. 
Neither of them said a word until they were there. 
Because he was driving a tall vehicle, the attendant 
told him he had to park on the back row. There were 
very few vehicles there, but Julie actually felt 
relieved that they wouldn't be surrounded by cars.

She looked at him. He was waiting patiently. "Look, I 
promised and I will. Let me go get us something to 
snack on. I'll buy. This is all my fault." She got out 
and walked toward the concession stand. Morton assumed 
she'd hook up with a friend and he'd never see her 
again until they all laughed at him in school. He 
almost started the van and drove off, just to show her 
he wasn't playing.

At the concession stand Julie saw her friends. They 
huddled all around her wanting to know who she was 
there with and so on. The usual stuff. She knew if she 
didn't tell them they'd be curious and follow her back 
to the van. She didn't want that. "I've got Morton out 
there and I'm about to settle the bet." The girls all 
squealed and Julie told them to keep it down. 

"He's going to be a tough nut to crack. He's so shy he 
won't even talk to me or look at me. I don't want to 
scare him off, so don't come around and bother us. I 
think he's already suspicious. It may take a couple of 
dates to do this without making him so mad he won't 
ever do another paper for us." She was proud of herself 
for delaying the inevitable, and the girls bought it. 
She also reminded them not to tell Tanya because Tanya 
would try to screw it up. They agreed. She sighed with 
relief, got popcorn and soda and went back to the van.

When he saw her coming with the food balanced 
precariously in her arms Morton peered carefully at 
her. He was trying to be sure it really was her and not 
some jock trying to sneak up on him - part of the big 
joke he was still sure was going on. But it really was 
her. She got in and handed him some popcorn and a 
drink. "I didn't know what you liked, so I just got 
Coke." she said. The previews came on the screen.

He gave her ten minutes. "Look, Julie, I know this is 
some kind of joke or something. So why are we dragging 
it out. Call in whoever is going to throw water on me, 
or steal my pants or whatever it is and let's get it 
over with. I could be reading a good book right now."

Julie was startled. He really was pretty smart. It hurt 
her feelings a little bit that he thought she'd play 
that kind of joke on him. She wasn't mean like that. 
And the thought that he'd rather be reading a BOOK than 
be out with her was enough to start her blood 
simmering. Still, the only hope she had was that after 
telling him the real deal he'd either have pity on her, 
or need the money enough to do it. So, she took a deep 
breath and told him the truth.

It was quiet for a while when she finished. Finally he 
spoke. "So she gave the guy 20 bucks to see his penis 
so she could win the bet and put you down, and now you 
figure I'll do what you want for a hundred so you can 
put her down. Is that about it?"

Well, when you put it that way, it didn't sound very 
nice, she thought. "Well, I supposed that's technically 
correct," she said. "But I didn't mean to hurt anyone's 
feelings. It's just that all the girls will like her 
better than me if I don't."

"And these are the people whose friendship you crave." 
It wasn't a question. It was more of a statement. 
"These people will abandon you if you can't manage to 
come up with a pair of my stained jockey's." Why did he 
have to put it like that? "You people are so sad," he 
finished. She wanted to be mad, but, for some reason 
couldn't.

It was quiet for a while longer. "I'll make you a 
deal," he said.

Her hopes were revived. "What kind of deal?" she said 
hesitantly.

"You answer my questions truthfully, then you do what I 
tell you to do, and I'll do it for free."

She was immediately suspicious. "OK to the questions, 
but I'm not going to promise to do just anything you 
tell me to. There are some things I won't do."

"Well thank goodness for that. Maybe you aren't a total 
loss after all," he said grimly.

She was incensed. Who did he think he was to talk to 
her that way? But he said he'd do it. She was saved! 
"OK, what are the questions?"

"Are you a virgin?" he said with a straight face.

"Are you out of your mind?" she screeched, "That's none 
of your business. I'm not..."

"You promised to answer my questions," he said simply.

"Shit" she said disgustedly. "Look, all this is between 
us, right? I mean what we say in this van goes no 
further. It has to be that way or you can take me home 
right now and I'll figure something else out. What are 
you, some kind of pervert?"

"Yeah, sure, I'm the kind of pervert who tries to pay a 
hundred dollars for some cum-stained underwear. You're 
in good company."

She shut her mouth. Damn him. "Will this stay between 
us?"

"It will," he said simply.

"OK, yes. I've never had sex." She whispered it.

"Thank you" he said. "Why, if you've never had sex, do 
you allow all those boys to claim they've been in your 
panties?"

That surprised her. She'd expected him to demand that 
she take said panties off or something. "Well, if you 
have the reputation, boys will do... almost anything to 
get a chance to... you know. I mean if everybody knows 
you're a virgin and that you don't... you know... then 
nobody would ever ask you out."

He was shaking his head. "You people are soooo sad. OK. 
I understand that. Now, do you masturbate?"

"SHIT!" she moaned. "Please don't make me answer that 
question. Why do you want to know all this anyway?"

"Call me a student of humanity," he said. "I'm curious 
about what makes people like you tick. I'm also 
deciding what I'm going to ask you to do in exchange 
for my 'cum soaked jockeys'" he said.

"Look, buster, like I said. I AM a virgin, and I'm 
going to STAY a virgin. And while I may masturbate, no 
boy has ever seen me do it, and neither will you, so if 
that's what you have in mind, forget it."

"Tell me how you masturbate," he said. She took a big 
breath and he went on "I know, I know, I must be some 
kind of pervert. Look, trust me on this, OK? I'm not a 
pervert and there really is a good reason for me asking 
you. I'm thinking about doing something nice for you. 
Just answer the question."

Now she was quiet for a while. Then she said, "OK, I'll 
tell you, but answer me this first. Do you have a hard-
on right now?"

"No."

She reached over and put her hand on his lap. She felt 
around and squeezed his obviously flaccid penis.

"Are you gay?"

"No."

"If you aren't gay, why don't you have a boner right 
now? Every guy I've ever known who even thought about 
female masturbation got hard as a rock."

"I don't have a 'boner' right now because you aren't 
acting sexy in any way, shape or form. Right now the 
chick on the screen is more sexy than you are." He 
didn't say it like he was trying to hurt her feelings. 
He just sounded like he was answering her question.

My, but he was a strange one.

So she took a breath and described how she rubbed 
herself when she was alone in her room and was horny. 
She was describing how she put her fingers on her pussy 
when he interrupted. "Do you use one, two, three or all 
four fingers? Are they loose or stiff?" She was so 
surprised that he'd ask something that specific she 
just blurted out the answer "I use all four and they're 
stiff."

"Do you ever put anything inside you?"

This was weird, but it was also just a little exciting 
now. Here she was describing to a complete stranger and 
a boy at that, how she did some very intimate things. 
Yet he wasn't slobbering all over her, or rubbing his 
cock or anything like that. He sounded genuinely 
interested, which was the strangest thing of all. 
"Sometimes, yes. I have a... hair brush that has a nice 
smooth handle on it..." she stopped. She was blushing! 
"This is so embarrassing," she said.

"You're doing fine. Don't get embarrassed. We're just 
talking about biological processes. Think of it as a 
medical procedure that's used to get the body to do a 
specific response." She thought that was a very odd way 
of thinking about it.

He asked her all sorts of other odd questions, like 
where she tingled when a boy touched her, and what 
tickled, and what kind of perfume she liked the best. 
He asked her what her favorite foods were. He asked her 
if she played with her breasts when she masturbated and 
what parts of her body boys had actually seen or 
touched. He asked her if she'd ever had a full body 
massage. She didn't even know how to answer that one. 
Finally he seemed to be out of questions. Now what 
would he do?

Finally he spoke, "OK, here's what I want you to do. 
First, I want to give you a full body massage. That 
will be tonight." He could sense her unease. "I won't 
touch you anywhere that you would call sexual. I won't 
touch your breasts or between your legs. However you'll 
have to be only in panties, so I don't have to deal 
with clothing being in the way. I will stay completely 
clothed. That's tonight. Then I want you to go out with 
me again. If, after that date, you are unhappy with 
anything that happens tonight or on that date, I'll 
give you your 'cum soaked skivvies' and we'll be done."

Julie thought long and hard. No boy had ever seen her 
in only her panties. Of course they covered more than 
her bikini did, but that wasn't the point. "You won't 
touch me anywhere I tell you not to?" she said.

"Right," he said flatly.

She told him to wait in the front while she went to the 
back and got undressed. It was dark enough she knew he 
couldn't see her back there. She shivered and heard him 
turn on some kind of fan. She felt warm air flow over 
her. She stretched out on the bed, face down. She was 
very nervous. "OK," she said tightly.

He came into the back and rummaged in a storage box. He 
came up with something in his hand. "This is some oil 
that will let my hands slide on your skin," he said. 
She expected him to start on her back, but the first 
thing he touched was her foot. He picked it up and 
began pressing and twisting it around. His hands were 
firm and warm.

No one had ever done this to her feet.

It felt marvelous.

Everything he did felt marvelous.

She couldn't believe how wonderful she felt with his 
long fingered hands moving across her body. She was an 
athlete, and was well muscled under her smooth skin. He 
found all those muscles and pressed into them, causing 
what at first felt like pain, but then turned into 
sweet release as each muscle relaxed. At one point his 
hands were between her legs, working her inner thighs. 
He was within an inch of her pussy, but he never 
brushed it or touched it in any way. 

Even there his hands felt wonderful and she wasn't 
worried about them at all. By the time he'd gotten to 
her neck and scalp she was limp all over. Her body 
jiggled loosely as he manipulated it. He spoke softly 
for her to turn over and she did so automatically, not 
even thinking she was exposing herself in a way no boy 
had ever seen. Of course it was dark in the van, but 
she knew the light coming through the windshield was 
enough that he could see her.

For some reason that didn't bother her.

He started at her feet again, stretching each toe, 
rubbing between them, rotating her ankles. When he 
worked the front of her thighs he hit muscles she used 
all the time in her cheerleading routines. She groaned 
as he prodded and poked and suddenly she felt that warm 
ball in the pit of her stomach. The one that scared 
her. The one that meant she was going to have to 
masturbate when she got home. She was amazed that she 
could feel that way with Morton, but then she thought 
"No boy has ever made me feel this good before."

Always before, when she felt that warning sensation she 
called everything to a halt. But this time she didn't. 
What he was doing felt too good. And besides, he hadn't 
touched her in a sexual way at all.

She let him continue.

He finished his deep probing, deftly skipping around 
her breasts, though he was able somehow to work on the 
muscles that supported them high on her chest. She'd 
never felt anything that good in her life and part of 
her wished his hands would have worked their magic on 
her breasts too. Other boys had touched her there, but 
she knew his hands would be better - much better. 

Now his touch lightened and his fingers caressed. One 
finger traced a line from her neck across her collar 
bone, down beside her breast, to her waist and then 
made an intricate pattern on her abdomen. She felt her 
pussy beginning to get damp. She couldn't believe this 
was happening to her. She hadn't been this excited 
since the very first time a boy had exposed his penis 
to her. Then he did the other side of her body. Now she 
wanted him to use those fingers on her breasts. 
"Morton?" she said softly

"Yeah?" he said quietly.

"You can touch my breasts... if you want to."

He smiled in the dark.

He continued his light touch, going over her legs and 
the bottom of her feet. He unbound her pony tail and 
massaged her scalp and face as she oooooed and ahhhhed. 
Finally his fingers approached her breasts. She held 
her breath, anticipating the pleasure.

"Breathe" he said, and she let it out just as his 
fingers began to cover the place she wanted him to 
touch. They traced circles around her nipples until she 
squirmed.

"Don't tense up," he murmured, and she relaxed again. 
He pressed his oil-covered palms over her nipples and 
worked the flesh firmly, rotating the underlying tissue 
and stretching the muscles that connected. She sighed 
and lay limp. Then the feather touch again and his 
fingers actually reached her small up thrust nipples. 

He strummed them, then pinched them lightly, all the 
time running his fingertips around and over her mounds. 
She was on cloud nine. The ball of heat in her groin 
was getting bigger - hotter. Her pussy was actually wet 
now. She knew it. He was touching her in ways she 
hadn't imagined anyone could touch her.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Would you 
like to have an orgasm now?"

YES! she thought. A small nagging thought crossed her 
mind. She couldn't let him touch her there. But it 
would feel so good to let go and feel it. And she was 
so close already. "Yesss," she hissed. "But..."

He was still right by her ear. "Don't worry," he 
whispered and she shivered at the feel of his hot 
breath in her ear. "I promised." Then he stuck his 
tongue out and licked her throat under her ear at the 
same time he pinched her nipples hard. His tongue 
flitted to her ear lobe and neck in several places as 
his fingers pulled her nipples away from her body and 
then let them snap back. 

Her back arched with that pull and she felt the dam 
break in her loins as the sweet pain in her nipples 
streaked to her pussy and back again. Now the only 
thing he was touching was her throat, with his tongue, 
and the explosion in her pussy waned, leaving her 
feeling sated, satisfied, limp, relaxed. He leaned over 
and kissed her gently, lightly on the lips, and sat 
back.

Julie breathed deeply and turned her head to look at 
him. Morton sat there quietly, beside her. She lifted 
her hand and put it in his lap, feeling. He was erect. 
Very erect.

"Thank goodness," she sighed. Suddenly he was laughing.

They talked in the dark, and somehow she didn't feel 
naked, though she very nearly was. They had shared 
something more intimate than anything she had ever 
done, but she didn't feel threatened or nervous at all. 
They talked about little things, school, what they 
wanted to do after school, nothing in particular. She 
realized the movie was over and people were leaving. 
She couldn't believe so much time had passed. His 
massage had lasted over an hour.

And he hadn't tried anything. Even though he'd gotten 
very hard. She couldn't get over how different he was 
from the other boys. He went back to the front while 
she got dressed.

"Thank you," she said as she sat back down in the 
passenger's seat. "I can't believe that happened. I've 
never done anything like that in my life."

"It was my pleasure," he said. "You have good muscles."

Now it was she who laughed. She'd been almost 
completely naked, let him touch her and all he could 
say was that she had good muscles.

He stopped in front of her house and got out to walk 
her up to the door. "So..." he said.

"Next week?" she said simply. He smiled and nodded. She 
felt that heat in the pit of her stomach again, and on 
impulse kissed him on the lips. "I had a great time" 
she said.

And she meant it.

The next week was at once agonizingly slow in passing 
and so quickly gone she almost wasn't prepared mentally 
for their next date. She had gone up to her room and 
masturbated TWICE after he left. She couldn't get over 
the feel of his fingers on her body, his tongue on her 
neck. She knew she'd let him touch her again, and she 
couldn't wait for it to happen. She started to worry, 
but remembered he'd done only what she'd asked him to 
do, and nothing more.

She blew her friends off, saying she had another date 
with him, and that she was going to succeed. Tanya 
smirked.

On Monday a strange thing had happened. A girl whose 
name she knew was Leticia came up to her. Leticia was a 
quiet girl who stayed in the background, and Julie had 
never talked to her before. Leticia stopped in front of 
Julie and said, "You went out with my brother Friday 
night."

Julie's mouth opened. This was Morton's sister? "Yeah, 
I guess I did," she said.

Leticia smiled and said "Thanks. I haven't seen him 
like that in years. You going out with him again?"

Julie wondered what in the world the girl was talking 
about. "Yeah, we have another date planned."

Leticia smiled again and just said "Goody." Then she 
left. What a strange girl, Julie thought. Of course she 
saw Morton during the week. He'd gotten a haircut and 
his hair looked fluffier, cleaner. He didn't rush up to 
her and posture in front of everyone when he saw her. 
He just smiled and nodded his head. She felt that ball 
of warmth in the pit of her stomach again, just from 
seeing him. She couldn't wait for Friday night.

Mrs. Osborne noticed the change in her daughter too. 
Saturday Julie had been up early, was bright and 
cheerful, and didn't snarl at either of her parents all 
morning. When she asked Julie how her date with "that 
nice boy" went Julie didn't scowl or avoid the 
question. She looked blank and said "He is nice, isn't 
he?" Then she said "I had a great time." Mrs. Osborne 
looked at her husband, whose eyebrows were raised. She 
shrugged and said "Maybe we could have him over for 
dinner some night?" Normally that was the kiss of 
death, and a boy thus invited was never seen or heard 
of again. Julie was humming and just said "Yeah, that'd 
be cool."

As soon as she could get away Marge Osborne went to her 
daughter's laundry hamper and fished out the panties 
closest to the top. They smelled like turned on 
daughter, but there was no evidence of sperm in them. 
She'd have to keep an eye on this young man. She'd also 
have to talk to her husband and see if Doc Wilson would 
be willing to prescribe the pill for Julie. She'd never 
seen Julie acting like this about a boy.

This Friday night, when Morton showed up to collect 
Julie, both her mother AND father answered the door. He 
was invited in and recognized he was being grilled and 
evaluated. Julie either said something or acted 
different after their previous date. But he engaged the 
adults and enjoyed talking to them. He was telling them 
about the bluegrass concert he and Julie were going to 
that night, and how the banjo player was considered to 
be the third fastest player on earth when Julie came 
down. She smiled and said "Hi Daddy, Hi Mom. Hi Morton, 
ready to go?" She took Morton's hand and led him out 
the door.

Her father had a grim look on his face as they left. 
"Call Doc Wilson first thing Monday."

As they drove toward the town the concert was in Julie 
said "Morton, can I ask you some questions tonight?"

"Sure," he said.

"Do you like me?" she said.

It wasn't a question he'd expected her to ask. "Yes, I 
think I do. At first I thought you were a spoiled 
rich... But I think there's hope for you after all."

She grinned at him. "I am a spoiled bitch. But try not 
to flatter me so much. I might think you were trying to 
get into my panties."

They rode for a while. "How come you got a hard-on... 
last time, but you didn't try anything with me?"

He thought about it. He'd guessed right about her 
primary erogenous zones. He'd been trying to win a 
victory, but her response had been so genuine and 
trusting that he'd ended up having a lot of fun. He'd 
originally planned on leaving her frustrated, but then 
had wanted to see what kind of orgasm she'd have. He'd 
gotten pretty fired up himself. He knew if he actually 
fucked her she'd go absolutely crazy. 

"I promised you I wouldn't touch you sexually. I broke 
that promise, but only after you said I could. I didn't 
think you were asking for anything more than what I 
gave you. If you're asking whether or not I thought 
about it, well, I think you found out about that 
afterward."

She waited a while for the next question. "What kinds 
of things are you going to make me do tonight?"

"I'm not going to MAKE you do anything, tonight or 
ever. I like making you feel good, and I'd like to do 
that tonight. Whatever that turns out to be will make 
me feel good too."

She said very quietly, "Are you going to touch me... 
anywhere else?"

He felt his prick begin to fill. He knew that tone. 
"Only if you want me to."

Even more quietly, "I think I might want you to."

They rode on in silence. Then she said, "Um... when... 
when we um... well I mean when it's time to get... what 
I need for the... bet... can I... help?"

"I think I'd like that a lot," he said.

"Do we have to go to the concert?"

"I promised your parents I'd bring them a CD of the 
group."

So they went to the concert, talked the door man into 
letting them buy a CD and then left. He drove to a 
State lake nearby, to a campground where the camper fit 
in. Julie was breathing hard as she climbed into the 
back.

"Do you want another massage?" Morton asked her.

"I don't think so," she said. "I think I just want you 
to... touch me."

He lit a scented candle. "You want another orgasm?" he 
said softly.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Take your clothes off," he said.

This time she took everything off. She lay down on the 
bed, on her side, watching as he too began to disrobe. 
He was waiting for her to tell him to stop, but she 
never did. The last thing he removed was his underwear. 
He was hard. She gasped as it was bared to her. She 
looked at it like a bird looks at a snake.

She managed to speak, "No, you're definitely not gay."

This time he used his lips instead of his fingers. She 
was his almost immediately as she submitted to his 
expertise. As his lips grazed across the pattern he 
made on her abdomen he saw her legs begin to part all 
by themselves. He could smell her arousal.

Julie knew he was going to go lower. She knew she 
shouldn't let him, but she knew she would. In fact she 
couldn't wait for him to get there. Her legs opened all 
by themselves. As he moved around to climb onto the bed 
her knees bent, coming up toward her head, and then 
they fell apart as she opened herself completely to 
him. He leaned down and feasted. Her world exploded 
into bright sparks.

This was going faster than he wanted it to. He hadn't 
planned on doing anything other than give her another 
orgasm tonight. But his own need was pulsing in his 
prick. He hadn't felt like this in years. She was 
everything he'd ever wanted and had never had. After 
their last date he'd fucked Leticia three times that 
night. Now he knew he'd fuck Julie too. Part of him 
didn't want to, but he knew if he didn't stop now he'd 
fill her with his seed. He didn't want to break his 
promise. He went to work on her pussy with his lips, 
tongue and teeth. She had a large clit and he knew he 
could suck the whole thing into his mouth.

Julie hadn't known what to expect. No one had ever 
touched her down there. This was completely new. When 
his mouth descended on her pussy she thought she'd just 
die. She came immediately, and before that one was over 
another one was flooding into her veins. Her blood was 
on fire. She grabbed his head and pulled it into her 
frantically as her knees came up even further. Now her 
heels were off the bed and she was arching her back. 
Then her heels slammed down onto the bed and her pussy 
thrust up, opening, trying to push against his mouth. 

She was sobbing with relief and joy, calling his name 
over and over. She felt his mouth work its way up 
through her pubic hair and onto her abdomen, which was 
still cramping from the last orgasm. His lips worked 
their way to her breasts and onto her nipples. No boy 
had sucked them before. As his mouth captured one the 
electricity it generated shot to her pussy. She felt 
something there, at her opening. Her hand flailed, 
grasping. It was his penis, long and hard, a spear that 
would tear her, rip her, fill her.

She had to have it.

She pulled on it, pulling it toward her gaping vulva. 
He raised his head. "Julie?" he said warningly.

"Ohh please," she groaned. "Please Morton. I'll just 
die. I'm on fire!"

"Julie, listen to me. I don't have a rubber."

"Ohhhh I don't care, Pleeease, I can't stand it."

And now she had it there, rubbing her clit frantically 
with the head, swabbing her opening.

"Pleeeaaaase," she whispered and thrust up at it as he 
drove down.

She had no hymen. It was long gone to tampons. She was 
wet, slick. There was no impediment to the passage of 
his long hard cock. In one slow, smooth stroke he was 
sheathed in her belly completely, his pubes meshing 
with hers. No further motion was needed. She was 
gloriously full of hard cock, her clit mashed between 
them, her emptiness filled. She trip hammered her pussy 
up against him as continuous orgasms shuddered through 
her body. 

Her unused pussy muscles spasmed and began to grip the 
invader. They strained against each other as she wailed 
her joy. He tried to hold it in. He didn't want to 
knock her up, didn't know if she was fertile at the 
moment or not. But her obvious joy, her urgent need and 
her gift to him was too much. His prick swelled and 
then belched a long rope of sperm-laced semen into her 
womb. 

He grunted as his cock followed up with four more thick 
ribbons of his thick seed, flushing her belly with the 
life-giving fluid. As he sagged on her he hoped he 
hadn't just done something to hurt her.

Finally her gasping calmed under his weight. Her arms 
were around him, holding him close. She was kissing his 
hair. He raised his head to look at her face. The 
candle light glinted green from her eyes.

"Again!" she panted.

He was glad now that Leticia was insatiable. It was 
only because of what he'd had to learn to satisfy her 
that he was able to perform for Julie. She demanded 
more, and this time, because his own need wasn't so 
urgent, he was able to pay attention to her whole body. 
He was amazed at how much it took, but he was finally 
able to fuck her senseless.

Julie moaned as she swam toward consciousness. She felt 
suffused with a hot glow of satisfaction. As she became 
more and more aware she felt different parts of her 
body in ways she'd never felt them before. She felt a 
satisfied ache in her pussy, and a heavier wet heat 
that she knew was his ejaculate inside her. 

Rather than feel horrified that he had come in her, she 
wished the feeling would never go away. Even her 
breasts felt good, like the sun was shining on them. 
His weight was gone. She felt the heat and pressure of 
his body beside her. She opened her eyes and turned her 
head to see him gazing at her. He was on his side, his 
now flaccid penis resting on her thigh. She smiled at 
him.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"I'm not," she said back.

"I mean about the underwear," he said. "I didn't save 
anything to put on the underwear."

She smiled contentedly, "And if I have my way you never 
will."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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