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Kelly and Kelly
by brody (no address provided)

***

Ninth grade was a turning point for this awkward, geeky 
boy. He got a girlfriend. Then by the end of the year he 
had a different girlfriend. Both of them were named 
Kelly. This story is how that boy, Dwight, and those two 
girls interacted and, as Fate would have it, intertwine 
their lives together one snowy, snowed in night. (mff-
teens, youths, 1st, oral, rom)

***

Author Note: Don't read this if you aren't supposed to. 
All details here are fiction and involve no real 
resemblance to any real person, living or dead. Unless 
you want to believe that they are real. But that's 
totally up to you.

***

Chapter 1: Introductions and Ninth Grade

There are times when things come together and it seems 
as though Fate is smiling down on you. Everything falls 
into place and you feel like the luckiest guy in the 
world. Other times it is as though Fate were rolling 
loaded dice and your unlucky numbers keep showing up 
time after stinkin' time.

This story is both.

I was a geek in school. I learned to blend in so that I 
wasn't picked on as much. I got good grades, had a few 
friends that I hung out with at school; but when I went 
home, I tired to leave all that school life behind. I 
would read or go off into the woods and hills around 
home just to be alone.

It worked well through most of elementary and junior 
high. Until ninth grade.

Our junior high was seventh, eighth and ninth together. 
High school started in tenth grade. That meant that the 
ninth graders were top dogs and I guess even I was 
feeling some of that. Other than that, I have no 
explanation for two radical events that I initiated.

For Valentine's Day one of the clubs at our school was 
selling "Candy Grams" to be delivered on the Friday just 
before Valentine's Day when there was a big dance that 
evening. Me dance? No way. But I got an itch inside my 
brain -- first stages of puppy love, more like it. I saw 
this girl, Kelly Darnell, and I was smitten with her. 
She was cute, smart, pleasant to be around and in eighth 
grade -- a year behind me. She was also in band, played 
flute, and thus sat in the row immediately in front of 
us clarinets. (Yes, I was first chair clarinet that 
year.)

Anyway, I got it in my head to send her a Candy Gram. 
Since I was friends with some of those working behind 
the counter selling them that morning, it was okay for 
me to hang out in the back with them. Thus I was able to 
secretly write out the note, attach it to the candy, 
slip it into the delivery box -- all without anyone 
seeing what I was doing or knowing what I had written.

I was over the top excited and my heart was racing as I 
excused myself to go to first period. The day dragged on 
until seventh period when I knew that Kelly would come 
into band and sit in front of me.

Kelly came in with several of her friends trying to peer 
at something in her hands. I knew what it was. And I 
also figured that most of them couldn't read it since I 
wrote it in Spanish. (Yes, I was a nerd. A fearful wall-
flower who was a little too timid to see those strong 
sentiments spelled out in English.)

I purposely did not ask what it was, but merely let them 
carry on.

Finally Misty said, "Hey, Dwight's in Spanish. He could 
read it for you."

Kelly turned and handed me the paper and asked, "Can you 
read it?"

I took it from her. It was all that I could do to keep 
from smiling -- or trembling. "What's this?"

"She got a secret Candy Gram," Alison said.

"Yes, I can read it," I began. "Para una chica muy 
bonita quien es simpática, amable y dulce en su corazón. 
Con cariño."

"No duh, that's as far as we got," Misty laughed.

"Can you translate it?" Alison asked.

"Not out loud," Kelly interjected. "Just write it here," 
she added, pointing at the space below the message. "And 
don't let anyone see, either."

So I pretended to think hard about what the words meant 
then carefully wrote them down, printing the letters 
instead of using cursive like my Spanish message was. 
"To a very pretty girl who is kind and sweet in her 
heart. With love."

I folded the paper and handed it back to Kelly who 
immediately stuffed it in her pocket.

Class started right then and nothing further could be 
said until after school. As we were putting out 
instruments away, Kelly whispered to me, "Thank you for 
translating. And thank you for NOT blabbing what it 
said."

"You're welcome. Any idea who sent it?"

She smiled. "I have theories."

"Must be one very lucky guy," I said, really not 
believing that I was having that conversation with her.

"Are you going to the dance tonight?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Never go. I gotta go home and 
practice my Latin."

She laughed. That made me feel so good! Someone laughed 
at my jokes instead of laughing at me.

"Okay, see you next week."

And I went home on cloud nine.

Monday morning came and I had a slight bit of 
nervousness because this whole boy-friend/girl-friend 
thing was quite new to me. 

I saw Kelly just before third period and she came right 
up to me with a smile on her face. "Was it you?"

"The candy gram?" I asked, taking a deep breath. "Yes."

"I knew it. Thank you."

So there is was. The cat was out of the bag and I was 
flying into unknown territory. "Um, can I walk you to 
your next class?"

I offered her my arm and she looped her arm through it 
and we went down the hall talking about I don't know 
what. I do remember feel conspicuous. I heard a couple 
of guys call out my name, but I ignored them.

So we became an item. We were seen together often at 
school and I even walked her home some days.

Youthful infatuation burns hot but does not know how to 
burn long. By Easter break, Kelly said those dreaded 
words that every guy hates: "You know we can still be 
friends."

It made sitting in band rather awkward because I was 
nearly right behind her in the seating.

But it set the stage for the next radical event of my 
ninth grade year. And this one set the stage for some 
very long lasting effects.

It was near the end of May and our honor society was 
planning a big end-of-the-year fun trip to an amusement 
park. It was a chance to say goodbye to the departing 
ninth graders (like me) and say hello to the next batch 
of honor society members -- the new ninth grade class. 
It was lunch time and we had come up to the second floor 
(normally off limits during lunch time) to meet in the 
library with our sponsor to continue last minute 
planning.

That's when James Pauley started mouthing off. He often 
had a big mouth and would push the limits by *almost* 
getting physical with someone. I know. I've been at the 
receiving end of his aggressive fun. But that day, it 
was Kelly. No, not Kelly Darnell, the eighth grader. A 
different Kelly. Kelly Atkins, a ninth grader, also very 
smart, pretty, and in the band.

James was badgering her with questions. I don't remember 
what started it, but I was suddenly aware that he was 
bumping her shoulders with his hands and repeatedly 
asking, "You like it, don't you?"

"Stop it, James!" Kelly had turned away from him and was 
bent over a little, trying to shield herself from his 
bumping and his questions. I knew that look. It was the 
look of helplessness and borderline fear.

"Hey, James, why don't leave her alone? She doesn't like 
it." I couldn't believe that I had moved closer to this 
bully and was confronting him.

"Who's gonna stop me?" he barked at me.

"I'm suggesting you stop yourself."

"And if I don't, Schmidt?" He liked saying my last name 
because if he left the "m" out of the name then he had 
the junior high boy thrill of calling me "Shit."

"Then I will help you."

"You and what army, Schidt?" (Oh, yeah, really 
original.)

"No army. Just takes one." I stared hard at him not 
certain what to do next. "But I think I know why you 
like messing with my name like that all the time."

"Is that right, Schidt?"

"Yeah. You love shit!"

That pushed him over his anger threshold. He swung at me 
with his right hand.

Now, I was not a fighter and normally my face would have 
been a fist magnet, but somehow that day I was synched 
up, my adrenalin was flowing and I had brought my game 
face with me. Kelly had stepped back while James was 
confronting me. I saw James clench his fist then start 
to swing. I stepped back and his fist missed me by mere 
inches. But because I was so close to the lockers, his 
momentum took his fist right into the metal door. The 
clang was calamitous.

James bellowed and stepped back to regroup -- and 
probably to try it again. But he forgot that Kelly was 
there. He stumbled around her and ended up sprawled on 
the floor.

Just as he unloaded his invective against me and my 
family line with extreme invidious cursing, our sponsor, 
Mrs. Thomas, appeared. I was standing over top of the 
fallen and cursing James so, of course, it looked like I 
had just decked him. It took quite a while to sort that 
one out.

Kelly Atkins did not leave my side. Even when her folks 
showed up, she kept pointing out that "Dwight Schmidt 
stuck up for me."

Hi. My name's Dwight. I'm a hero.

I enjoyed the attention -- especially from Kelly. Her 
parents invited me and my parents over to their house 
that evening to get to know us. Probably because they 
saw in their daughter's eyes the look of enchantment as 
when a damsel in distress looks fondly at the knight who 
rescued her.

Am I spreading it pretty thick? Yes, that's me applying 
commentary of the events quite a while later. But what 
cannot be denied is that Kelly and I fell for each other 
very quickly. We were together everywhere: holding 
hands, walking along with an arm over the other's 
shoulder. 

The time at the amusement park with the honor society 
was almost all one-on-one with each other. It was then 
that I started noticing some more of the details about 
Kelly. She was very thin, and several inches shorter 
than I. She was also very small on top. It never really 
dawned on me before because it looked normal on her. But 
as we were on some of the rides where she would sit in 
front of me, I got my first peek and her twin peaks. 

I had never seen anything like that before in my life. 
Not in person and definitely not that close. The neck of 
her shirt allowed me unfettered viewing down to her 
small bra and her small little mounds. Thinking back now 
after many years, I'm guessing that at that point her 
tits were either a A cup or an AA cup. 

We went on the log ride and got completely soaked. Kelly 
had brought a spare shirt so after the ride, she ducked 
into the restroom and changed. I had to let my shirt dry 
by going on a few more roller coaster rides. It was 
along toward five or six when we went back to my 
favorite ride. The ride where she sat in front of me, 
between my legs. I was hoping that her new shirt would 
offer me glimpses of her bra and tits again.

I was not disappointed. On the first hill, she leaned 
back against me and said in a low voice, "This has been 
the best day ever."

I was about to voice my agreement, when a puff of wind 
caught the neckline of her shirt and billowed it open. I 
saw her and only her. She had removed her bra and her 
small tits stood free and proud under her shirt. I think 
I gasped. She glanced up at me and saw where my eyes 
were looking. She quickly pulled her neckline closed and 
said, "I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry. I've never seen anything prettier."

She pulled my hands which were resting on the edge of 
the car so they were around her belly. The coaster began 
going downhill rapidly but my thoughts were soaring and 
my dick was rising. The ride was over far too quickly.

The bus ride back was quiet. We were all exhausted from 
the day, but it was quiet also because some of us who 
had girlfriends wanted quiet time with the girlfriend. 
It was the early 1970s in a medium-sized town in the 
middle of the Appalachian mountains. None of us dared go 
beyond a little touching or kissing -- and especially 
not when there was even a chance that we could be 
caught. 

No, for me the day had already progressed FAR beyond 
anything that I had imagined. And sitting in the bus 
with Kelly leaning her head on me and my arm around her 
shoulders was sweetness personified. She fell asleep and 
I was beside myself with joy and how sweet it was. 
Eventually I fell asleep too.


And summer time was great. Our parents let us have time 
together. Never alone time though. Parents kept a much 
closer eye on their offspring back in the day. I 
understand. Now. But it was a little frustrating then.

Oh we had moments when we were briefly alone. I made 
sure to use those precious little gems of time to kiss 
her or to affectionately touch her in a slightly more 
intimate fashion: for instance brush the back of her ass 
with my hand as I touched my lips to hers; or gently 
stroking the soft skin of her inner thigh as she sat 
near me in short pants. Kelly would occasionally touch 
my ass or thighs and smile.

But it was pool time that was the closest that we could 
get. There was a large community pool within walking 
distance of her house. The pool often would be crowded 
but laughing, splashing, swimming and sitting near Kelly 
made it seem like we were the only ones there sometimes. 
Oh, sure our friends would often be there and we'd talk 
with them or play some sort of water game with them, but 
the times I remember most were the times when I was 
looking at Kelly.

Especially that one day!

We had been swimming for a while when Kelly hoisted 
herself out of the pool and sat on the edge. I swam up 
in front of her and held on to her knees. That's when I 
saw her camel toe. I had no idea that's what it was 
called, but I knew exactly what it was. I became 
embarrassingly hard almost instantly. Kelly saw me 
staring so she deftly closed her legs and slipped back 
into the pool in one continuous motion.

She landed in front of me and put her arms around me to 
whispered, "Let's walk home. We gotta talk."

No guy really feels comfortable when his lady friend 
says that they should talk. Yet it helped put out the 
fire in my groin so that my stiffy shrank in a hurry.

We slipped on tee shirts and Kelly tied her towel around 
her waist then we started walking home. She led up a 
different street then onto a shaded path in the woods.

"Dwight, I saw what you were looking at."

"I didn't mean to...."

"I know. You're not in trouble or anything either." She 
stopped and faced me. "Dwight, you are the sweetest guy 
I know. And you're the first to actually complement 
my...." She stopped and pointed her hands at her top. 
"You know, my boobs or lack of them."

I wasn't certain what to say but I tired to say 
something. "They are beautiful. You are beautiful."

Kelly laughed and put her finger on my lips. "Shhh. 
You're going to make this harder for me than it is."

That set off warning bells in my head. Was she about 
ready to break up with me?

"Do you know what James was picking on me for when you 
stopped him?"

I shook my head.

"He had a long running joke -- well, he thought it was a 
joke -- about my boob size. And he was hitting me and 
telling me that I liked him telling me that I was as 
flat as the midwest."

She saw my face cloud over with anger and I felt my 
fists clenching. "It's okay, Dwight. He got his. He 
doesn't pick on me anymore. Thank you." Then she kissed 
me. On. The. Lips.

"That was nice," I said with a huge, silly grin on my 
face.

"But, Dwight, there's more. I've had to endure criticism 
in the locker room too. I was always the flattest."

"Cutest," I interjected.

She slapped my arm playfully. "And in the downstairs 
department, I barely have any hair. That's why you could 
see the outline of my equipment so easily."

I had never thought about such things before. As I said, 
this was the 1970s and anytime you *did* see one of 
those girlie magazines, the women therein were always 
very well-endowed upstairs and covered in thick fur 
downstairs. I suppose that for that time, big boobs and 
fury snatches were the sign that a girl had reached 
maturity. And so I thought about all the swimsuit 
crotches that I had ever seen. Kelly's was the first 
time that I remembered seeing a distinct outline of 
pussy lips and the delightful crack.

I realized that she was waiting for me to say something. 
"All of that is new to me, Kelly. I feel bad that you've 
been picked on, but I can't figure out what the deal is. 
I mean, I look at you and, well, geesh, your beauty 
kinda takes my breath away sometimes."

She smiled and kissed me again. "Thank you, Dwight!"

As we began walking again, she asked, "Do you ever think 
about me when you're laying in bed at night."

"All the time." I didn't exactly want to tell her what I 
was *doing* as I lay in bed thinking about her.

"I think of you at night too. And do you know what my 
favoritest thing that I think about?"

I shook my head. "What?"

"When you held me around my waist and I was sitting 
between your legs on that one roller coaster ride." She 
looked at me then touched my hands. "I can still feel 
your hands around me. I liked that."

Holy moley! Artichokey! I remembered that and I sprouted 
wood then and was beginning to sprout wood again right 
there in the woods walking her home.

Not much else happened then. Oh, I gave her a hug -- it 
felt a little awkward since I tried to keep my dick from 
pressing in against her. She whispered, "I'll show you 
what I mean some time."

I didn't ask what she was going to show me. I just 
assumed it was what she was talking about earlier: 
either her small top or her non-bushy downstairs. Or 
both. The thought of that fueled many late night wank 
sessions.



Chapter 2: The Idyllic Tenth Grade

Looking back on that time, I see how sweet and innocent 
it all was. It was a bygone era: not quite "Leave It to 
Beaver" perfect, but close. My parents and hers made 
sure that we were always under a watchful eye -- even if 
it meant my younger sister, Lynn, or Kelly's younger 
brother, Doug. Lynn was five years my junior and really 
was a pain at times. 

Doug was a year behind Kelly in school -- about fifteen 
months younger -- and he had a sarcastic streak that ran 
strong through him. It was awkward to be around him 
sometimes. Thus Kelly and I opted to have the parental 
oversight instead of the sibling torture.

Tenth grade came and we were now in high school. Band 
practice and marching at football games became a large 
part of our life. Oh, we had several classes together; 
natural because we were both top academic students. We 
enjoyed our time on the bus rides to and from games and 
when not playing at the game we would sit next to each 
other. Quite closely.

We were tenth graders and thus the picked on, the 
"rookies" and the low guys on the totem pole. But 
somehow we escaped most of the ribbing and harsh hazing 
that some got. The worse that happened to us was the 
last night game of the season when Kelly brought a 
blanket to keep warm while just sitting there. Of 
course, I joined her under the blanket and was holding 
her hand or hugging her or rubbing her back or thigh. 
That's when a couple of seniors walked up to us and 
yelled loudly, "Hand check!"

I had seen them do that a couple of times on the bus to 
some other couple so I knew what they meant. Kelly and I 
brought our hands out from under the blanket to show 
that we hadn't wedged ourselves deep inside the other. 
Yet.

Tenth grade really was a magical time for us. We grew 
closer to each other emotionally and we were able to 
sneak a few tantalizing taste of physical intimacy in 
here and there. Nothing much yet. Little things like a 
kiss that lasted longer than eight and a half seconds; 
rubbing my hand under her shirt to feel the small of her 
back; she a couple of times wrapped her arms around my 
neck and kissed me hard -- I still remember feeling her 
small tits pressing into my chest when she did that.

But the really big event happened in the Spring of our 
tenth grade year. I walked her home and we were 
surprised to find that no one else was there. There was 
a note on the refrigerator that said that her mom had to 
take her brother to the store for some supplies for 
school and she'd be back before four. And "Please start 
the hamburger for dinner."

Kelly looked at me then whispered, "I can show you what 
I mean now. Okay?"

My mouth became dry and pasty so I just nodded.

"But would you show me yours at the same time?"

Again I just nodded.

"Okay, let me show you my small boobs."

She quickly slipped her tee shirt up and lifted her bra 
up from those beautiful cones of perfection capped with 
smaller, darker cones. I had glimpsed them before and 
now there they were again -- probably a bit larger but 
definitely more accessible and visible.

"They're beautiful," I finally whispered.

I noticed then that she blushed a little but she smiled 
and slipped her tits back into the bra and back under 
her shirt.

"Show me yours," she said quietly.

I began lifting my shirt and she laughed. "No, silly. 
I've already seen that -- every time we swim."

I laughed with her then undid my buckle and pants and 
slipped them down with my briefs. So I stood in front of 
her with my pants at my knees and my dick pointing up at 
a lively angle.

"Oh, my!" she said. "I had no idea it would look like 
that. I mean, wow! I like it. You have a lot more hair 
down there than I do."

Then she slipped her pants and panties down to her knees 
and we stood facing each other, staring and soaking in 
what the other looked like. I saw then why her swim suit 
outlined her pussy lips so well. They were nearly devoid 
of hair except for scraggly wisps here and there. Her 
lips themselves were very full and puffy, topped by a 
small tuft of dark, curly hair across her mons.

"We better get dinner started," she finally said, 
pulling her pants up.

I nodded and pulled mine up too.

As she reached for the refrigerator, I caught her and 
pulled her around. "Kelly, I have never seen anything 
more lovely. Thank you for showing me."

She melted into my arms and sighed.

And a short time later, the meat was in the frying pan 
and her mom and brother came into the house. A little 
after that, my dad picked me up on his way home from 
work and Kelly and I were again separated. Separated by 
distance, but closer together than ever after that 
afternoon. I wanked hard that night. Several times.



Chapter 3: Eleventh Grade: the Consummation

Lucky. We were just lucky. And kinda oblivious. We just 
bopped along from one event to the next without really 
planning a whole lot. Oh, we had plans and aspirations 
for going to college and then starting a family. But 
that was about it. For us, life just happened and it was 
wonderful.

Things went along as before, we were more interested in 
each other, and for that reason, I believe that our 
parents kept a tighter watch over us. Especially Kelly's 
parents.

Like I said, Kelly lived within walking distance of the 
high school, but my home was quite a ways away -- nearly 
five miles by car. Yet in a straight line her house was 
just a little over a mile from mine. That meant that I 
didn't just go over to visit; since neither of us had a 
license yet, someone had to drive us. My parents were 
nice enough to work it out so that some days I would 
walk Kelly home and wait at her house till my dad would 
pick me up after work.

We found a few precious minutes of alone time here and 
there but the fear of her dad kept me in check. It 
didn't mean that I couldn't kiss this wonderful girl -- 
and Kelly didn't see anything wrong with that either. A 
few times our kissing moved into the "hot and heavy" 
stage where her hands were rubbing my back almost 
frantically and my hands were under her shirt of sweater 
AND under her bra to feel those delightful mounds of 
temptation.

One time she put her hand down the front of my pants and 
felt my rigid cock. "It's going to be mine some day," 
she whispered in my ear. I nearly creamed my pants at 
her touch and her words.

"But your dad," I replied, recalling a look he gave me 
once when I hugged Kelly a little too closely in front 
of him.

"We'll be seventeen in January," she answered. "And a 
year after that?" She smiled then kissed me.

We had a frustrating Christmas vacation that saw us 
together only three times over the two weeks. It was 
like a death sentence had been dropped upon us. I had 
never looked forward to school as I did that January!

By that time, the weather had taken on a more sinister 
view of what winter was supposed to be. Looking back 
now, I see that cycles like this happen all the time, 
but at that point it seemed (with the help of TV 
announcers) to be the worse set of storms ever in the 
history of our state.

But that was nothing compared to February.

The snow was forecasted to dump four or five inches over 
the whole day. We were at school, sitting in Mrs. 
Meade's fourth period English class, glancing out the 
window and seeing that it was already much more than 
that -- and the snow only started sometime around first 
or second period.

None of us were surprised when the announcement came 
dismissing us and saying that we were all to go home.

I called my mom and she said to walk home with Kelly and 
my dad would pick me up as soon as he got off work. Fine 
with me!

The snow was already five inches deep and collecting 
more at a good rate. The normal ten minute walk to 
Kelly's home stretched over twenty minutes.

"I'm so glad you got here," Kelly's mom met us at the 
door. "I need to pick up your brother then get your dad. 
His car will never make it in this snow." She looked at 
me then said, "Take care of her, Dwight."

"I will, Mrs. Atkins. We'll have your driveway cleared 
so you can drive in when you get here."

She smiled and patted my shoulder. "Thank you."

And then she kissed her daughter and was gone, driving 
the Dodge Ramcharger with snow tires slowly down the 
street.

"I'm worried," Kelly whispered as we closed the door.

"Don't be. Your mom is a smart woman and that Dodge can 
handle the snow."

Kelly hugged me and I was suddenly aware that we were 
alone, in her home and there was no one to stop us from 
whatever we wanted. I kissed her forehead and she turned 
her lips up to find mine. My hand slipped around her 
back and through the coat and extra layers, I still felt 
the small of her back and the rise of her butt.

"We need to be responsible," she said suddenly, breaking 
off our kiss. "Let's see about that driveway."

There was a lot of snow on the driveway, but I was 
motivated. I wanted to impress her dad and mom and maybe 
prove that I wasn't a threat to their daughter. We 
finished the driveway and I noticed that their carport, 
which had a flat roof, had more than six inches of snow 
on top.

"Help me clear this off," I said.

About that time, from the top of the car port, I saw 
someone walking up the street, struggling in the deep 
snow. "Kelly?" I began and pointed. "See that?"

Kelly was down below, holding the ladder. "Lemme check."

A few minutes later awkwardness had come and camped on 
our doorstep. The person wandering on the street was 
none other than Kelly, Kelly Darnell, the very Kelly 
that I had sent a Candy Gram to whilst in ninth grade. 
And now she was a tenth grader and walking our streets 
in a severe snow storm.

The gods of awkwardness could not have arranged anything 
more gauche and uncomfortable than this.

It was now a little after one, the skies were still 
sullen and laden with snow that kept falling and 
falling. I could tell that Kelly was worried -- worried 
about her mom and dad.

"It's gonna be okay," I whispered as I held her close. 
"I'm gonna get a fire going now. Your dad will 
appreciate that!"

She forced a smile and nodded.

A little later, I was getting the fire going and Kelly 
Darnell, the tenth grader was talking to Kelly Atkins, 
the eleventh grader -- my girl friend -- and telling her 
how the snow was so bad that she couldn't get past the 
downed trees two blocks away and there were power lines 
that were hanging dangerously low.

"I was getting a bit scared," she added.

"Here, call your mom," my girl friend said.

I was in the living room and didn't hear the exchange 
but a few minutes later, my Kelly came and told me that 
Kelly D. would be staying the night with us. "Her mom 
knows that my parents are coming back soon." She took my 
hand and whispered, "They are, aren't they?"

"They're okay. You'll see."

I was bringing a few more logs in to be ready to put on 
the fire when the phone rang. My Kelly answered. "Hi, 
Mrs. Schmidt. Yes, here he is."

She hand the phone to me and I began talking to my mom. 
There was the normal exchange of being nice and taking 
care of the other and being respectable before she said 
that my dad barely made it home as it was. He never got 
the message to go pick me up at the Atkins' home. "So, 
you'll be spending the night there, son. Can I talk with 
Kelly's mom?"

"She's due back any moment, Mom. She had to go pick up 
Mr. Atkins in their Dodge Ramcharger."

"Anyone else there with you?"

"Yes, Mom. Kelly Darnell couldn't make it home because 
of downed trees and power lines so she's with us now 
too."

"Okay, that's fine. Can I talk to Kelly?" Then she 
laughed and added, "I mean, your Kelly."

I motioned to my Kelly and she took the phone. I went 
into the living room and continued tending the fire. 
Kelly Darnell was sitting nearby trying to warm up. She 
had a large blanket over her and a cup of warm soup in 
her hands.

"I'm sorry if I made this too awkward," she said 
quietly.

"Kelly, your safety comes before any sense of personal 
awkwardness. Okay?"

She looked at me then down at her cup. "Thank you, 
Dwight."

A short time later the phone rang again and I heard my 
Kelly pick it up and answer it. I walked into the 
kitchen to find Kelly talking with her mom and nodding. 
"Yes, he's right here."

She handed the phone to me and I said, "Hello?"

"Dwight. I am so glad that you are there to take care of 
our daughter. And I am happy to hear that someone else 
is there to make it proper and all. Now I really want 
you to be responsible. We can't make it home since our 
truck slid in the ditch and our axle broke. But you have 
to be the man and do the proper thing and protect Kelly. 
Both Kellys actually."

"Mrs. Atkins, you have my word on that. I've already 
cleared the driveway in preparation for you to be home 
and then we cleared the car port since it was looking 
too loaded. I have a fire started and we'll be getting 
dinner ready soon."

"Dwight," she said, and I almost heard her smile. "That 
is so good to hear. Thank you. May I talk to my daughter 
again?"

I handed the phone back to Kelly then went back to the 
fireplace.

"Well, Kelly Darnell," I said, "It looks like you'll be 
spending the night with us and the Atkins won't be able 
to make it back home. Their axle broke."

"Are they okay?" she asked.

"Yes. They're staying in a motel down near where Mr. 
Atkins works."

The magnitude of our isolation and added responsibility 
seeped into our minds.

My Kelly joined us then and stood by my side, leaning 
into me. "We're on our own now. I'm really glad that I'm 
not alone when this happened."

"So that means we have to cook dinner and keep the fire 
going," I pointed out. "And I'll keep checking the car 
port roof so it doesn't get over loaded."

We kept ourselves busy for the next hour or so. I worked 
hard outside to keep the car port clear and to bring in 
wood so that it was accessible for the evening. Both 
Kellys were inside getting ready for dinner and drying 
out gloves, mittens and scarves that were soggy from 
being out in the snow. My Kelly had set up a rack near 
the fire and they had arranged our things on it to dry 
out.

I came in cold, somewhat wet and very tired near sundown 
-- although the skies were so gray that you couldn't 
tell it. Yet the sullen gray mess was distinctly darker 
and in the distance, street lights began flickering on.

My Kelly met me at the door and took my coat and gloves 
to warm and dry them by the fire. "Dwight, we are 
definitely going to tell my parents how much you've been 
working today."

I smiled and kissed her.

"But Dwight?" She gave me that "come hither" look.

"Um?"

"I want you tonight."

I knew what she meant, but I didn't fathom how it would 
happen. "How?"

"I don't know. Everything is in flux. On one hand I'm 
glad that Kelly D. is here to give us cover. But on the 
other hand I'm pissed that Kelly D. is here since it 
interferes with everything!"

"Kelly," I said softly and held her close to me. "Let's 
just take it as it comes. Maybe something will come up. 
You know that I love you!"

"I do," she whispered and sunk into my embrace.

The girls had dinner made: toasted cheese sandwiches, 
tomato soup and a big bowl of Fritos corn chips. I 
seriously ate half of those along with four or five 
sandwiches. I was ravenous after working hard out in the 
cold. Kelly even opened a bottle of wine saying, "How 
many times do you watch a movie where they're sitting 
around a fire and it's snowing outside and they're 
sipping on a glass of vino?"

Neither K-D nor me had ever had any before. Kelly said 
that she had tasted it a couple of times. "It's kinda 
strong the first few times you try it, but it has a nice 
taste."

She was right. I rather liked it, but wondered how much 
it would take to make me silly drunk. Last thing I 
wanted was to pass out and miss the opportunity to 
snuggle next to my girlfriend.

My Kelly had just gotten up to refill our cups when the 
lights flickered, once, twice and then went out for 
good. I was very glad that the fire was already going as 
it was our only light at that point.

"Okay, wow!" my Kelly said, paused in mid stride. "That 
changes everything." She walked to the kitchen and 
picked up the phone then said, "Even the phone's cut 
off."

"We should sleep out here by the fire for warmth," I 
suggested.

At that point I looked over the two girls -- young women 
actually! They were both majorettes and very involved in 
the band. My Kelly was a majorette this year at high 
school and had been so in junior high too. Kelly Darnell 
was a majorette in Junior High and would probably be one 
again the next year in high school. 

The two had already collaborated together on routines 
and majorette stuff before, so it was natural that they 
were familiar talking together. It probably was odd 
since this was not exactly band related now and involved 
me, but my Kelly was conducting herself very carefully.

My Kelly. What a lovely lass she was. She had dark, 
brown to nearly black hair that fell below the middle of 
her back -- almost to where her ass started swelling out 
from her back. Straight and shiny. I know that she 
brushed it often, adding luster and sheen to its look. 
She was nearly the same height as Kelly Darnell, but far 
thinner and much smaller on top. Her eyes were brown and 
intense, full of life and crowned by dark eyebrows and 
thick eyelashes.

Kelly Darnell was a medium blonde with green eyes and a 
much rounder face. She had a nice set of boobs when she 
was in eighth grade and they had become very nice now. 
Her hips also were round and feminine and her hair only 
reached the middle of her shoulder blades.

"Kelly?" I asked.

Both responded.

I laughed. "Okay, We're gonna need to have nicknames or 
something. Kelly Darnell, can we call you 'K-D'?"

She nodded then smiled. "And Kelly Atkins would be 'K-
A'?"

"Naw," I shook my head. "She can still be Kelly."

Kelly smiled. "Hey, K-D, wanna help me get pillows and 
blankets?"

"I'll get another load of wood to sit in the mud room," 
I announced. 

It should have only taken a few minutes. That's why I 
only put my flannel shirt on and didn't bother with the 
coat which was still somewhat damp. I mean the wood was 
ten steps from the back door and partly under the eaves. 
I made three trips and as I was stepping out to get just 
one more arm load of wood, snow from the eaves above the 
back porch slumped off and landed on me. I was instantly 
white and cold!

I yelled in surprise and shock at how cold it was, then 
beat a hasty retreat back into the house and started 
shaking the snow off. Kelly heard the noise and came out 
to find me still coated in ice and snow and "looking 
very bedraggled," as she put it.

"Dwight, you're soaked. You have to change."

"Got something for me?" I started shivering.

"I'll get something from Dad's closet. Go stand by the 
fire."

A few minutes later she reappeared and handed me a robe, 
a sweat shirt and sweat pants, and I disappeared into 
the bathroom with a flashlight to change. Everything was 
wet -- even my underwear and my socks. It was a new 
experience for me to go without underwear -- my dick 
felt so free I was worried that it would be tenting all 
the time.

I tied the robe tightly around me and felt that my dick 
would mostly be hidden in case it got excited.

I was surprised that no one was in the living room and 
no bedding had been brought out either. I waited a few 
minutes, then walked back to find where the girls had 
gone. It was the part of the house that I had never been 
in before, so it felt a little weird like I was breaking 
all sorts of rules or something by being there. I found 
them sitting on the master bed with a flashlight looking 
at something.

"What's up?" I asked.

Kelly looked up at me and I couldn't read her face. It 
may have been the strange lighting from the flashlights, 
but it seemed to emit emotions that I hadn't seen in her 
before. I glanced at K-D and saw a similar weird 
expression on her face too.

"Are you guys okay?"

Kelly pointed at what she was holding and said softly, 
"This just changed everything."

I came over and looked at the magazine she was holding. 
Holy Moleys! It was porn! It was hard core porn! Now I 
had seen a few examples of Playboy and once or twice 
someone had a Penthouse where it was even more racy 
because the woman had her legs open to give a hint of 
her pussy lips behind all that hair. But here! The woman 
was seated with her legs spread very wide and she was 
holding her pussy lips wide open for the camera. Her 
boobs were huge -- and I couldn't believe that they were 
able to hold themselves up like that.

"Holy shit!" I finally said. "Where'd you get that?"

"With the others," Kelly said. "I was looking for extra 
pillows and I found Dad's stash of girlie magazines."

I was suffering from dick inflation and heart 
palpitations in addition to a great wave of 
embarrassment since I was staring at nude women with my 
girlfriend and another girl. I finally tore my eyes away 
from the magazine and looked at Kelly. She was just 
staring at the magazines on her lap. There were at least 
a dozen there.

"You okay, Kelly?" I asked and sat next to her.

"It's just weird, that's all."

K-D suddenly said, "That one isn't the weirdest. Show 
him, Kelly."

Kelly breathed deeply and pulled another one out. The 
cover was shocking -- like nothing I had ever seen 
before, let alone imagined. It was two dudes with one 
girl. One dude was probably twenty, the other wasn't 
even a teen yet. The girl was just that -- a girl: flat-
chested and bald pussy. The older guy was holding her so 
that her legs were wide open and the younger guy was 
licking her pussy. She was busy kissing the older guy on 
the lips.

You see, for most high school boys in the 1970s, 
fantasizing about touching girls' tits or pussy and butt 
was a very hot thing. Imagining that your cock was 
sliding into a pussy was the ultimate! I never heard of 
oral sex up to that point. Perhaps I was quite naïve, 
but I still heard things and "suck my dick" was a put 
down, not the battle cry to start an orgy.

I think my mouth fell opened.

We just stared at the picture wordlessly for what seemed 
like an eternity.

"I don't know what to say," I finally said.

"I'll tell you what it means," Kelly said slowly. "It 
means that all my Dad's fine speeches about not fucking 
around and keeping boys out of my pants is thrown out 
the window. Screw it, I'd say. What do you say, K-D?"

"I definitely want to see some more of those magazines," 
she whispered, then gave a nervous laugh. "I mean, 
aren't they educational or something?"

"I'd say," Kelly replied. "Dwight? What do you say?"

"Step one, set the beds up by the fireplace and then get 
comfortable and warm and look at pictures. I mean, we 
were wondering how we'd entertain ourselves tonight. 
Right?"

Kelly suddenly jumped up and said, "Let's take the queen 
size mattress out there. That way we all are 
comfortable."

We all agreed with that and quickly moved things to the 
living room. The girls said that they needed to change 
into something more comfy, but Kelly did NOT leave the 
magazines with me. I poked the fire and waited, 
wondering how my luck would play out that night.

A short time later the girls appeared in bathrobes and 
some sort of flannel pants that stuck out from below. 
They also wore fuzzy slippers. Kelly handed me a pair of 
socks.

"I saw yours were soaked."

"Thanks." My feet were bare and beginning to be 
uncomfortably cold.

"Thank you for the fire, Dwight. It really is cold in 
the back of the house." She kissed me on the cheek then 
said, "Let's get under the blankets and take a closer 
look at these. Dwight's in the middle."

I didn't see anything particularly wrong with that, so I 
joined the girls shucking the robe and sliding 
underneath the blanket. We laid on our front, facing the 
fire, then Kelly said, "Here. Dwight should pick which 
one to look at."

Shit! Talk about being given a no-win situation!

"Um, I already know which ones I don't want to look at. 
The ones with the women with huge tits. It seems so 
unnatural."

Kelly picked through the pile and set several to one 
side. "That narrows it down to....four."

The contrast between a large, buxom woman with a full, 
fury bush and a young girl with small tits and nearly no 
pubic hair was gob-smackingly spectacular. I appreciated 
the small tits because they were more like the beautiful 
peaks that I saw on my Kelly's chest. I absolutely loved 
the pussies with nearly no hair since I could see the 
pussy and the pussy lips and the awesome crack that 
somehow called to my manhood and promised warmth and 
delight within it.

"This one," I said at length. "She looks like she has 
tits similar to Kelly's. And I like that."

Kelly kissed me then moved the other magazines to one 
side.

K-D laughed and rolled her eyes. "So big is bad?"

"No. Not at all. Everything is beautiful in its own 
way." For a moment I heard the music of that sappy 70s 
song. "But anything that reminds me of Kelly is really 
good. That's all."

"Okay, Dwight. That has to be the best answer I think 
any guy could have ever given. You're okay."

My Kelly laughed then kissed me. "I know."

She opened the magazine up and there was a young 
teenaged girl with her legs spread. There was a small 
dusting of hair above her pussy. Her tits were slightly 
larger than Kelly's but just about the same shape. As 
Kelly turned the pages, my dick grew more and more and 
then more uncomfortable underneath me.

I shifted and adjusted my cock.

"Getting intense?" Kelly asked with a smirk.

"It's killing me," I said. "I've barely seen a girl's 
pussy before and now I see one wide open, with a guys 
finger in it and then a dick deep inside it? Damn! I'm 
going cream this bed any moment."

"We can't have that," Kelly answered. "I'd wanna see it 
first. What do ya think, K-D?"

"I definitely wanna watch his cock cream," K-D replied.

"So you're ganging up on me now?" I asked plaintively.

"No," Kelly whispered then kissed my lips. "Not ganging 
up. Just hoping that you'll join us. You're all excited 
and so are we. Can we do something about that? 
Together?"

My mind was on overload. I really didn't know how to 
respond. I heard what she was saying and inferred some 
of what she was meaning, but my upbringing and my 
inexperience left me speechless.

"Would you need any help, Kelly?" K-D asked on my right.

"I think that would be good, K-D," my dear Kelly 
responded from my left.

Kelly suddenly pushed on my shoulders and K-D pulled the 
blankets back. I was on my back, without any covering 
and Kelly pulled my sweat pants down. My dick, which had 
been quivering and almost ready to cum sprang out and up 
at full attention.

"It's beautiful," K-D whispered.

"I know. And it's mine," Kelly replied gently grasping 
my throbbing rod.

"Kelly," I gasped. "That feels so good!"

She looked into my eyes then kissed my lips as she held 
onto my quivering meat.

"I'm gonna, oh Kelly!!!"

She held my rod tighter and looked intently at it as I 
suddenly erupted with a volley after volley of white hot 
lava from my groin.

"Wow!" Kelly said in awe. "I mean wow!"

"That was cool!" K-D added. "I never knew it could shoot 
up like that!"

I lay in a post-orgasmic high and listened as the girls 
talked and discussed what they saw. I only knew that 
what I felt was incredible and over the top "wow"! and I 
wanted more!

"Kelly, I don't know what you did, but that was 
incredible!" I finally was able to vocalize.

She laughed and kissed my lips. "Dwight," she whispered 
in between kissing. "Tonight has only started!"

Damn! The full weight of what she meant hit me!

I was amazed that my dick stayed rigid and mostly erect 
through the next several minutes. K-D ran to the kitchen 
for paper towels and she and Kelly wiped my jism up then 
threw the cum-soaked mess into the fire. Kelly then bent 
over me and began kissing my mouth and sucking on my 
lips. I was still in a daze, having never had an orgasm 
that intense before.

"Can you do that to me?" Kelly asked. "I mean like I saw 
in the picture where the guy is licking the girl's 
twat."

Oh, shit! Really?

"Huh?"

"Dwight, can you lick my pussy?"

"I've never done it before."

"I know," she said coyly. "And I've never had it done 
before."

"I don't know what to do."

"I'll help you."

Damn! Wow! Shit! This changes everything! "Okay. What do 
I do now?"

Soon she had me on my knees and between her legs, 
kneeling in front on her pussy. I had never been that 
close to a pussy before. I'm glad that I had seen her 
pussy a while earlier when we had show each other our 
parts. But now! Now, I was confronted with a crack and 
folds and lips strewn with wisps of hair and a smell 
like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was 
strong, but not over whelming. I held my breath at first 
then I realized that it was just warm and friendly and 
inviting.

I put my fingers on her pussy and tentatively spread her 
lips apart. In the firelight I saw the outer lips, puffy 
and lightly covered with some hairs and then I saw the 
inner lips, thin and moist and pulled taut by her legs 
being spread wide. In the middle I saw the lips merge 
together and form an overhang underneath I saw a deeper 
opening and a dark tunnel. My dick surged again as I 
realized that's where it would eventually be.

I tentatively licked her pussy lips with my tongue and 
heard her groan in pleasure. I actually found it easier 
if I was laying down -- it also put pressure on my dick 
which was still somewhat hard. I licked the other side 
and she pushed her hips and groin up to meet my face. I 
realized that the taste and smell wasn't bad and if it 
made my girlfriend happy, it must be pretty good!

Soon I was licking and sucking as though I was licking 
candy. I was wild with my tonguing and licking and Kelly 
was starting to buck as though she was possessed. Her 
hips rose up to meet my mouth and her hands pressed down 
hard upon my head. I licked her pussy and experienced 
the tiny folds of her lips upon my tongue. Soon she was 
pressing my head hard into her crotch and I felt her 
pussy spasm around my tongue as her legs clamped tightly 
around my head.

I realized then that my dick was at full salute. Even 
after discharging a full cum-load!

Kelly pulled my head off her pussy and gasped. "Dwight, 
oh, Dwight!"

I looked up into her eyes and saw a transcendent bliss 
and excited glaze that I knew that I had just 
experienced. I kissed her navel.

"Wow, what was that?" K-D asked.

"Uh," Kelly answered.

"If it was anything like I felt, it had to have been 
incredible," I answered.

"Can I try it too?" K-D asked.

Kelly grunted so I moved between K-D's legs and 
immediately noticed the difference. First, there was 
more hair. Second her pussy lips were far more puffy and 
the inner lips were much more crinkly and extended. 
Third, her aroma was far more complex and mature.

I leaned forward and spread her pussy lips with my 
fingers and then began to lick her complex folds. She 
immediately moaned and convulsed, grasping my head in 
her hand, but holding it tightly against her pussy. I 
continued licking and sucking her gash, concentrating on 
the top of her slit where I knew there was something 
called a clitoris. 

She reacted strongly as I licked the small nub that I 
felt in her pussy. Soon she was thrashing and grasping 
my hair and moaning in reckless abandon. Her pulling my 
hair really got my attention so I stopped licking her, 
but I left my lips and face next to her pussy.

Finally she calmed down and her bucking ceased. 

"Oh, Dwight! Wow! Incredible!" she voiced.

My Kelly had recovered from her orgasm by then and 
attacked me with a gentle but insistent hug as she 
pulled me away from K-D. I suddenly realized that I was 
on my back and my dick was very engorged was sticking 
straight up.

Kelly fell to licking my dick and slobbering it with 
extra moisture before she straddled my legs and 
positioned her crotch above my dick.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her as she placed the 
head of my dick at the entrance of her pussy.

She replied, "Yes. You're mine!"

Then she lowered herself onto my dick and my rod pressed 
further into her pussy than I had ever believed 
possible! It was in an inch. She paused as there was a 
definite obstacle to the penetration. But I looked up 
into her eyes, highlighted by the firelight, and saw 
steeled resolve and determination. Her small tits stood 
out proudly from her chest and her nipples were extra 
pointed. 

I was turned on and buoyed up by such a sight. My dick 
was partly in Kelly's tight twat. The head of my dick 
was embedded in her pussy and the promise of a complete 
ensheathement was eminent. I nearly started spurting 
again!

"Dwight, I so love you!" Kelly vocalized in a throaty 
response as she impaled herself on my rod.

I was flooded with sensation and only vaguely heard her 
groan as my dick ripped past her hymen, tearing her 
virginity away. She leaned forward and pressed her hands 
on my chest as her pussy fully engulfed my shaft and 
sank deep into her. I moaned and wrapped my hands around 
her waist as she paused. My dick was surrounded with 
lush warmth and velvety softness that was like nothing I 
had ever felt before!

She put her hands on my chest and started humping my rod 
again and again and again! This was crazy-wonderful-
good! I reached up to feel her tits, tweaking her 
nipples in my fingers. She moaned and slammed her pussy 
down hard on my rod. As she ground her hips into mine, 
my rod reacted and cum boiled up into her waiting pussy. 

I vocalized -- don't know if it was words or just 
sounds, but I grunted with the effect of my first pussy-
induced orgasm. Damn! I nearly passed out. I was 
suddenly aware that Kelly had collapsed on me and was 
cradling my head in her hands and breathing hard next to 
my ear. My dick was still in her though not as rigid.

"I want to do that again and again," she finally 
whispered. "That. Was. Wow!"

Slowly she moved and my dick slipped out of her; cum 
trickled down over my dick and balls.

"Well, we're just gonna leave little trails everywhere 
we go tonight, aren't we?" She laughed and grabbed a 
paper towel. "Damn! These things feel rough. Maybe we 
should use Kleenex or something."

I looked at her cleaning things up and noticed only a 
slight tinge of blood. "You were virgin?" I asked.

She nodded. "Somewhat. I mean, you're my first boy, but 
I've had my candles up there before, pretending that it 
was you."

I leaned over and pulled her into my embrace. "Kelly, 
you're my first and that was so incredible!"

"Awesome!" she whispered back.

K-D touched us both and said softly, "That was so hot! 
Thank you for allowing me to be here with you."

Kelly laughed. "You're welcome. I had some misgivings, 
but I wanted Dwight's cock so bad that I knew this was 
the only way I could have it. I may even let you have a 
little cock too, but don't get used to it." Kelly tossed 
the used paper towels into the fire then threw a pillow 
at K-D. "Girl, you are way over dressed for the 
occasion!"

I laughed. K-D had her shirt still on but her bottoms 
were off and she sat cross legged with her pussy peeking 
out between her bush.

"Hey, it is cold, ya' know!" K-D laughed.

"Do you want Dwight to warm your top up?" Kelly asked.

I really couldn't believe that she suggested that.

"Oh," K-D asked. "What sort of warming does he have in 
mind?"

"I could play with your tits," I answered, "My hands are 
warm. And so's my mouth." Then I pointed at my dick. 
"And I suppose that I could take your temperature to 
check internal warmth."

Kelly laughed and said, "How was my internal warmth?"

I replied with a straight face. "So hot it nearly busted 
the thermometer, ma'am."

Everyone laughed at that.

"Okay," K-D said and took off her shirt. "Warm me up, 
Dwight." 

Her tits were beautiful. They were large -- not 
ponderous, not sagging, heavy mature masses of flesh. 
They were rounded, full cones, buoyed up by youth and 
magic. Each breast was capped by an areola that was the 
size of a silver dollar or more and in the center of 
each was a nipple that raised itself up above the 
landscape as a sentinel.

I touched one tit and gently massaged it. It felt so 
much different than Kelly's small, compact mounds. I ran 
my fingers over its surface than traced around the 
darker cap -- it reacted by becoming wrinkled under my 
touch. I almost made a comment about it, but decided to 
ask later since I saw that K-D had closed her eyes, 
arched her back and sucked her breath in sharply as my 
fingers touched her nipple. I repeated the action on her 
other tit.

She sighed audibly then place her hand on mine. "That 
feels so good."

"I'm glad," I smiled. I almost leaned over to kiss her 
on the lips, but realized that with my girlfriend 
sitting right next to us, that might be wrong. Instead, 
I leaned over her tit that I had first touched and 
kissed it while gently touching the other breast.

"Yesss," K-D exhaled and put her hands on the back of my 
head.

I took her nipple in my mouth and gently kissed it. She 
pressed her hands firmly into my scalp holding me on her 
boob. I grew bolder and suck it, drawing it and the 
areola up in its entirety into my mouth. K-D moaned and 
ran her fingers through my hair.

Kelly leaned next to me and whispered, "You're going to 
have to do that to me too."

"With pleasure," I said then latched onto K-D's 
magnificent peak again.

One hand was busy touching, feeling, massaging and 
playing with K-D's free boob. I switched and started 
sucking that one and let my other hand take over 
ministering to that other tit. I kept licking and 
sucking and touching, alternating back and forth between 
tits for quite a while.

K-D moaned and bucked her hips up at me.

"Lick her pussy, Dwight," Kelly whispered to me.

I glanced over at her and she was leaning back against 
the sofa, a blanket around her shoulders and one hand 
busy in her snatch and the other cupping one tittie.

"I'm coming in you again, babe!" I said to her.

She nodded, closed her eyes and rubbed her pussy.

I scooted down between K-D's legs and parted her pussy 
lips and latched onto the top of her inner lips -- 
that's where the encyclopedia had said the clitoris was, 
so I was hoping that this would work and drive her over 
the edge. I left one hand up on her breast and rubbed 
the nipple back and forth between my fingers and thumb. 

With my mouth and tongue I vigorously assaulted her 
pussy, especially around her clit. I even ventured 
sticking a finger into her vagina, marveling at how wet 
and warm it felt, thinking back to a few minutes before 
when my dick was in Kelly's warm tunnel. My dick below 
me was in danger of erupting, but I really wanted to 
save it for Kelly again.

Finally my efforts paid off and K-D squealed, gasped and 
clamped her legs tightly around my head. One arm was 
pinned next to my ear and I couldn't reach her breast 
any more. My finger was completely inside of her and I 
felt her pussy throbbing around it, almost as though it 
was trying to milk it. I nearly creamed as I thought 
about my dick experiencing such a sensation. I gritted 
my teeth and held on, K-D sharply pulled my hair about 
the same time and that reset my thoughts.

As she relaxed, I gave her pussy one last kiss then 
extracted myself from her.

"Kelly, I'm about ready to squirt love juice everywhere. 
Can I come in you again?"

She smiled, laid back and spread her legs wide. Her 
pussy stretched wide open as I knelt in front of her.

"Oh, sweet Kelly," I murmured softly as I slipped my 
dick along her wet gash.

"Come in," she invited huskily. "I've already had my 
fun."

I didn't exactly follow what she meant then. I guess my 
face showed it.

"I rubbed myself happy twice watching you." She laughed 
then added. "Come in me and let me kiss your face."

I sunk my rod deep into her pussy in one motion. My 
balls slapped up against her butt and I again fought the 
urge to cream her right then. I closed my eyes and 
whispered, "This is pure joy, Kelly. I love you!"

"I know," she whispered then kissed my lips. "I love you 
too. Let's make whoopee!"

Her pussy was very tight but very slick. Moving my dick 
was gob-smackingly thrilling! I was so close even though 
I wanted to take my time and enjoy this, I couldn't. 
Like an animal, I began thrusting in and out, in and 
out, rapidly, over and over again. I scrunched my eyes 
so tight that I saw colors and then a bright flash of 
white as my orgasm swept over me. I slammed my dick into 
her pussy as deep as it would go and grunted. 

I heard Kelly grunt with the force of my impaling her so 
suddenly. Suddenly she was kissing my lips and sucking 
my lips into her mouth. I kept squirting sperm into her 
waiting womb. The fact that she was nibbling on my lips 
fired several more volleys of cum into her before I was 
spent.

"Dwight, Dwight," she whispered. "You don't know how 
long I've wanted to do this."

I smiled and flexed my dick in her.

She laughed. "I felt that!"

I kissed her and wiggled my groin against hers. "That 
was so incredibly delicious."

"Wanna do it again?"

"My Little Buddy has to rest." 

"Your Little Buddy can come play any time he wants," 
Kelly answered.

"I thought your Little Buddy was going to check my 
temperature," K-D said in mock protest.

"He may yet," I answered. "He's just too worn out now." 
I rolled off of Kelly and she rolled on her side to keep 
holding me. "And I think I am too."

"And that shoveling," Kelly pointed out. "And carrying 
wood."

"And sprouting wood," K-D laughed. Actually, we all 
laughed.

"Let's clean up and lay under the blankets," I 
suggested.

"I got the Kenning this time," Kelly said.

Several minutes later we had cleaned up, even gone to 
the bathroom to take care of other things and then 
retreated under the blankets.

"Another glass of wine?" Kelly asked and started 
pouring.

"Sure," I replied, "But the last thing I want to do is 
get too much wine, fall asleep and miss this whole 
experience."

"Check. Half glass for Dwight," Kelly dead panned.

"You know what I mean, Miss Kelly Atkins. Besides, if we 
leave a part bottle of wine that will show your parents 
that we had much more control than what they expected. 
It will certainly help calm my folks."

"Good point, Mr. Dwight Schmidt! And for that you get a 
full glass. The rest goes back in the fridge. Later. I'm 
not getting up right now."

We lay on our stomachs, watching the fire and sipping 
the wine. I was incredibly sensual having two very hot 
looking girls under the covers with me. And not only 
under the covers -- naked and their bodies touching my 
body. Kelly was on my right and K-D was on my left.

After the longest time of silently staring at the fire, 
Kelly finished off her wine then put her hand over my 
lower back and rubbed up and down and even on my ass. 
Damn! that was feeling mighty fine! I polished my wine 
off then put my arm over Kelly. and thrilled to feel her 
small, compact butt.

"So are we just going to fall asleep here under the 
blankets holding each other. In the nude?" I asked.

"Sure," Kelly answered. "You guys okay with that?"

"Yeah," K-D replied, "But what happens if his Little 
Buddy gets excited and wants to come visit someone's 
happy home?"

"I'd let him in," Kelly replied. "Shoot, I might even 
wake him up to make him come out and play."

"What if I wake up and have the urge to have him inside 
me?" K-D asked.

That was weird. They were discussing my body in the 
third person as though I weren't there at all.

"I suppose that'd be only fair," Kelly said after some 
thought. Then she laughed. "So all I have to do is wake 
up first and wear him out so you don't have a chance."

"You wouldn't!"

"Just funnin' ya'."

"K-D, just curious, are you virgin?" I asked. I suppose 
there was no real "polite" way of asking, but my finger 
had slipped inside of her pussy very easily, plus, if 
she was a real virgin, I wanted to know ahead of time.

"No, not virgin any more," she replied. "I know you felt 
my hole. I loved feeling your finger up there."

"So what happened?" Kelly asked. "you know, we'd love to 
know."

"It was nobody you know. He was my cousin from Indiana."

"Your cousin!" Kelly exclaimed. "How old was he?"

This was a big revelation to me. I really wasn't aware 
of nice girls and girls who were academically minded 
sleeping around like that -- especially with family!

"This was just last summer, and he is a year younger 
than I am."

"You predator!" Kelly laughed.

"He was flirting the whole time we went out to visit him 
and he would take me out to see different part of their 
large farm and, well, he was flirting one time down in 
the shady part near the creek and I called his bluff and 
rubbed my hand on his crotch and asked if he could 
deliver."

"And?" Kelly was really interested.

"Next thing I had my pants off and was laying back on 
his and my clothes. We were both pretty inexperienced 
and he came as his slide his willy in me. So you can 
imagine how impressed I am that Dwight managed to hold 
off so well tonight."

"Not when Kelly first touched me," I replied.

"Well, my cousin was an early squirter each time we did 
it."

"How often?" Kelly asked.

"Um, five times. First time was a mess and really hurt. 
I bled like a stuck pig. But the next times it really 
felt nice having his dick inside of me. I was just sorry 
it didn't last longer."

"Wow, I'd never guess," Kelly said at length.

"Like no one's ever gonna guess about our time tonight?" 
I replied.

"I'm not telling."

"Nor am I." I kissed her then asked, "Shall we fall 
asleep now?"

K-D finished her wine then turned to lay on her back. 
"Let's start out on our backs and snuggle in to each 
other. Would that be okay?"

"As long as Dwight is holding me or I'm holding him, I'm 
good," Kelly answered.

So a short time later I was on my back with my arms 
under both girls. Little Buddy was thinking about 
revving up for another exciting time. The girls both 
leaned in toward me and I thrilled to feel tits pressing 
in against my side -- especially from K-D.

"Thank you for a wonderful night, ladies," I said.

Kelly kissed my cheek and whispered, "Sweet dreams." K-D 
snuggled in closer to my arm. We were all asleep shortly 
after that.

I woke up some time later, the fire was low, but I was 
spooning Kelly. We were on our sides, her ass in my 
groin, and my dick was trying hard to find her pussy. My 
hands were on her tits, gently mashing the little mounds 
and tweaking her nipples. She was grinding her ass back 
at me. I reached between us and guided my dick into her 
and suddenly it was deep into warmth and wetness. It 
didn't go as deep as before, but sex was a primal urge 
in the middle of the night like that. 

A short time later I felt her hand at the front of her 
pussy, rubbing and occasionally bumping my dick. I sped 
up and went rigid, pumping in another load of cream into 
her pussy as I felt her begin rubbing her pussy faster 
and faster. Suddenly, I felt her pussy walls throbbing 
around my dick.

I almost dropped off to sleep but woke as K-D got up and 
added a couple more logs to the fire, then slide back in 
and wrap her arms around me. My butt was thus in her lap 
while my groin was smashed up to Kelly's butt and my 
dick was still semi-erect and in her pussy. I felt K-D's 
beautiful tits press into my back and I went to sleep 
again with hot and sexy thoughts swimming around in my 
mind.

I woke up some time later, the fire had sunk down to a 
bright bed of coals. I got up, peed then added three 
more logs to the fire and slid myself back into our bed. 
K-D welcomed me and turned herself so that her front and 
my front touched. Kelly grunted slightly then turned so 
that my ass was in her lap. K-D ran her fingers over my 
dick and it immediately sprang to life again. Soon she 
slung her leg up over mine then guided my now rigid dick 
into her waiting pussy. It was a different feel than 
Kelly's. Just a warm and wet, not quite as tight, but 
still nicely snug.

I began slowly humping my hips forward then backward in 
a very controlled fashion. The friction within her wet 
pussy was exquisite. Each plunge in brought me nearer to 
coming, each withdrawal only heightened the feelings. I 
had one hand over her back and it soon found her ass. 
Her full, womanly ass! I kneaded her ass cheek and felt 
within her ass crack -- that feeling alone set me closer 
to firing off my jism. Her tits -- her full, turgid, 
ripe and ripe tits -- pressed into my chest and my hand 
that was caught under my body stroked the nearest tit 
and tugged at the nipple that it felt.

K-D was by no means passive. She pawed at my shoulders 
and humped her hips back at each of my dick thrusts. 
Soon we had established a rhythm -- a gentle and quiet 
rhythm -- of in and out, back and forth. I felt the 
pressure building in my balls and the whole pipe line 
that delivered sperm. I suddenly noticed that K-D had 
her hand down on her pussy, touching and rubbing her 
clit. I was working hard to keep the rhythm going 
without disrupting it and spoiling the exquisite delight 
of its feeling. I felt K-D increase the pressure on my 
dick -- thrusting just a little harder each time I 
slammed my rod into her pussy. I could no longer hold 
out any more than an alcoholic could refrain from booze 
in a pub. I grunted and rapidly pounded my dick in and 
out of her willing and complicit pussy. Suddenly I 
erupted in yet another orgasm filled with volley after 
volley of jism and cum.

K-D also went rigid and grasped me tightly then settled 
down into a quiet and satiated state. We all slept 
soundly.

I awoke with the gray light of dawn playing at the edges 
of the curtains in the room. The fire had died down to a 
bed of coals that glowed merely a dull red. I slowly 
aroused myself and disentangled myself from Kelly whom I 
had embraced in a tight and lustful hug. It was hard 
since her tits were so inviting and my cock loved the 
crack of her ass so much. But the fire was nearly out 
and I had to piss badly.

I added several logs to the fireplace and made sure that 
the coals were positioned correctly to ignite the new 
logs. I took a moment to go pee and thought about the 
previous twelve hours. I had gone from boyfriend to 
lover and multiple lover in a few short hours. My dick 
was still a little tender from its sudden work out.

Finally I slid back into the bed between the two Kellys. 
I spooned into my Kelly tightly and felt K-D move in 
behind me. As my dick swelled in recognition of Kelly's 
ass, I felt K-D's groin come up and envelop my ass with 
her womanliness.

Kelly scooted and opened her legs so that my dick was 
pointing at her pussy. She turned her face toward mine 
and whispered, "I want you in me again while you hold my 
tits."

I placed my hand on her ass then slid my rod into her 
warm and welcoming hole. "Oh, Babe, that feels so good!"

She cooed.

I wrapped my arms around her and under her to find her 
sweet little titties. As I cupped them, she sighed and 
wiggled her butt back at me and drew her knees up to her 
chest, exciting my dick even more as it sank in even 
more deeply. 

I gasped at how good it felt.

I squeezed her tits under my fingers and felt her finger 
down at her pussy. When she rubbed her clit, she would 
bump my dick. Damn! that was a sexy turn on! I was "hot 
to trot" so to speak and began pumping in and out. I 
wasn't getting as much stimulation as when I was on top 
of her or she on top of me, but there was stimulation. 
Wall to wall stimulation! 

Kelly began frantically rubbing her pussy and I was 
frantically plunging in and out. I suddenly felt the cum 
boiling up and I slammed my dick into her as far as it 
would go and held her tits tightly. I kept spasming and 
feeling gobs of cream filling her insides.

Finally as my last spurt was spent, I felt Kelly 
stiffen. She sucked in a deep breath then moaned. I felt 
her pussy clamp tightly around my dick then spasm and 
milk it. My dick even replied in harmony with her pussy 
and shuddered then spasmed yet one more time. Kelly 
clasped my hands tightly in hers, close to her tits and 
she sighed and groaned words barely audible: "Dwight, I 
love you!"

I concurred and I gently squeezed her tits and flexed my 
dick in response.

"Baby," she cooed to me. "You feel so good!"

"I love you," I replied and squeezed my muscles making 
my dick jump in her pussy. I felt her pussy squeeze me 
in loving reply.

We stayed coupled together like that, my dick slowly 
shrinking and falling out before we fell asleep again.

Would I ever be able to sleep again without the comfort 
of feminine companionship so close?

K-D's coughing woke us all up. "I kinda had a sore 
throat last night, but with everything else going on, I 
ignored it."

"So you're sick?" I asked.

"I feel horrible. Guess it's a cold."

"And I am so tired that I could sleep another five 
hours," Kelly said. "And it's so cold I just wanna stay 
under the blankets."

"But we're going to have to clean up before parents show 
up," I pointed out. "The phone's out so they can't call 
ahead to let us know. Besides, I bet K-D's dad will be 
over here first thing this morning."

"Shit!" both girls said together then laughed.

We got dressed then hustled and cleaned and put the 
mattress back in the master bedroom. With all the cum 
and sex that we had, I was surprise that there were so 
few stains on the sheets. After breakfast, we left K-D 
in by the fire to tend to her cold while we went outside 
to clear the driveway off again. We ended up with almost 
twenty-one inches of snow. The skies were clear and 
blue, the sun was bright and the landscape was very 
bright with all that white. But the air temperature was 
somewhere below 20°F.

"It'll take quite a while to clear the roads," I said, 
leaning on the snow shovel.

Kelly nodded. I could tell she was thinking about 
something else.

We were just finishing up when Mr. Darnell walked up. 
"G'morning. Is my daughter around here by some chance?"

"Sure is," I replied. "She's inside."

"What? Not outside helping you?"

"No, she caught a cold."

"We made her stay inside," Kelly added. "She's curled up 
by the fire with a glass of orange juice."

"So how'd you make it down here with all the snow and 
downed trees?"

"Wasn't easy," he replied. "I had to cut through the 
woods and almost got turned around. But with no power 
and no phone, we wanted to make sure that Kelly was 
okay. So are your folks in there, Kelly?"

"Nope," Kelly replied. "They didn't get home because the 
axle broke on the Dodge."

"Are they all right?"

"Yes, talked with them by phone before everything went 
out."

A little while later, Mr. Darnell was in by the fire 
talking with his daughter. And a half hour after that, 
he decided that she was too sick to go walking all the 
way back home in the snow and cold. "And it'll keep you 
two chaperoned, won't it?"

I nodded and smiled awkwardly.

He shook my hand and added, "Thank you for helping out 
and taking care of her. My daughter said that you were 
every bit a gentleman and a hard worker."

"It was my pleasure, Mr. Darnell. Just doing what needed 
to be done."

"As soon as my parents come home," my Kelly said. 
"They'll drive your daughter back home."

And then he was gone and we had the house to ourselves 
again.

We sat around the fire for a while, each of us lost in 
our thoughts.

"I can't believe that we did all that last night," K-D 
finally said.

"Are you okay with it?" Kelly asked.

"Oh, yeah. Thank you for letting me, you know, get it on 
like that!" She sneezed twice then asked, "Are you guys 
okay with it?"

"Absolutely!" I said.

Kelly nodded. "I'm just wondering how the shit will fly 
with my dad. I'm keeping those magazines to play as a 
trump card if he starts getting in my face."

"I don't think he'll have a reason to get upset," I put 
in. "The house is well taken care of, the fire is still 
going and under control and we had a chaperone here the 
whole time plus K-D's dad seemed pretty happy with 
everything."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Kelly admitted. "They 
don't have to know. But I'm still keeping the 
magazines."

"Kelly?" K-D asked with a sly smile. "I can stay here, 
watching the road as a lookout in case you and Dwight 
wanna go grab a quick one."

Kelly jumped up and pulled me to my feet. "Hot damn 
yes!"

She pulled me to kitchen where the curtains were still 
closed to keep more cold from coming in. She slipped 
down her jeans and panties then bent over the table and 
wiggled her ass at me.

"Dwight, I really liked it when you held my tits while 
your were making love with me."

I slipped my pants part way down and my dick was already 
at full salute. I positioned my dick at her pussy crack 
and rubbed the tip around in her juices. I pressed 
forward and my dick felt like it was going home. Oh, so 
warm and slick and velvety and delightful! I palmed each 
of her ass cheeks and marvelled at how smooth and 
beautiful each looked. I withdrew my dick then slowly 
slipped it back in as far as I could. I slipped my hands 
up underneath the layers of her shirt and found her 
boobs.

"Not wearing a bra?" I whispered.

"Nuh-uh," she grunted as I squeezed both nipples.

Her hand found her pussy and started rubbing her clit 
while I slipped in and out of her tight tunnel. I kept 
working my finger all over her tits and nipples and felt 
the pressure building up in my balls. This was a quickie 
-- a frantic fuck, a desperate search for an orgasm. 
There was nothing elegant about it. 

Finally I exploded almost lifting Kelly's feet up from 
the floor as I buried my cock deep inside of her. I felt 
her still frantically rubbing her clit for almost 
another minute before she stiffened, gasped and I felt 
extra moisture around my dick.

"Don't move yet," she said. She grabbed a paper napkin 
from the table and reached down to her pussy to catch 
the cum-fountain that was sure to start flowing as soon 
as I withdrew. "Okay."

I pulled my dick out and saw weird red mixed with the 
frothy white cum.

"Did I hurt you, Kelly?"

She looked at me and then at my dick. "Shit. I'm sorry. 
I guess my period started. Damn! What a mess." She 
handed me a napkin. "Wow."

"Well, I'm glad we got one last one in."

"Me too." And then she kissed my lips.

We were cleaned up and back out by the fire a short time 
after that. Kelly even thought of cooking up some bacon 
since the gas stove still worked. "That'll mask any 
leftover sex smells," she said with a laugh.

"And I'm so hungry," I said.

"I can't smell it much at all," K-D said before blowing 
her nose.

Kelly sat next to her and gave her a hug. "Thank you for 
being lookout for us. Can I return the favor for you 
now?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Make it a quickie and I'll be watching out the 
window." Kelly came and sat on my lap. "Pretend it's my 
pussy you're coming in when you're humping her."

My dick stirred at the thought.

"What the heck," Kelly added. "Let me get your dick 
ready. And K-D you can start fingering yourself in 
preparation. Okay?"

"Wow, you're gonna suck him?" K-D asked as Kelly 
unzipped my jeans.

"Uh-huh. Now unzip yours so he has something sexy to 
look at."

In a few moments my dick was out, mostly hard and rigid 
with Kelly's hands gently pumping the shaft up and down 
as she licked around its head. K-D had her pants to her 
ankles and her knees wide as she slipped a finger in and 
out of her furry twat.

"You are rock hard," Kelly whispered. "Go give it to 
her."

K-D was almost in a trance, staring hard at my cock and 
rubbing her finger in her pussy -- sometimes quickly 
then sometimes slowly.

"K-D, why don't you lean over the back of the couch?" I 
directed.

She nodded and I helped her stand then assume her 
position with her beautiful round ass pointed right at 
me. I place my dick head at the entrance to her pussy 
and nudged it in slightly. So warm and soft. I placed 
both of my hands on her ass and took in the full 
feminine sight of womanly hips. She had not moved her 
finger from her cunt but left it there. I felt it rub 
along my dick as I slowly eased into her hot and very 
wet channel. As I reached bottom, she began rubbing 
herself quickly. I too was near the boiling point and I 
started thrusting in and out rapidly. I erupted in less 
than a dozen strokes.

I was buried deep in her pussy, pumping more cream into 
her, when she cried out, "Sheeeeeeeee-yaaaw!"

I have no idea what she meant, but I knew what was 
happening. She went rigid and stopped rubbing her pussy 
at the same time the walls of her pussy started spasming 
around my dick causing me to have a minor echo of an 
orgasm.

Right then Kelly handed me the box of tissues. I took 
one and placed it under my dick as I withdrew from K-D's 
slot. K-D took a little while to come down from her 
orgasmic high. We both cleaned up, flushed the tissues 
and returned to find Kelly tending to the fire.

That was the last time that I ever had sex with K-D. My 
Kelly's parents arrived late afternoon in a borrowed 
pickup equipped with chains. Mr. Atkins was a little 
gruff at first, but when the girls told him all the work 
that I had done (and he did see everything in order) he 
softened his tone.

"You gotta understand, Dwight," he said to me at length, 
"That a dad is always protective of his children -- and 
especially his daughter. You didn't have any hanky-panky 
or anything, did you?"

Before I could answer, Kelly said, "Dad, I'm on my 
period. You know how cranky I get."

Mr. Atkins rolled his eyes and muttered, "That's true."

He drove K-D home. "I see why she couldn't make it home. 
There are trees down everywhere. Had to come in through 
the far side." He looked at me and then his daughter. 
"Mr. Darnell was very pleased at how well you took care 
of her. Now, let's get Dwight back to his parents."

So he took me home. Kelly rode with us, sitting really 
close to me. And Mr. Atkins gave us a glower when Kelly 
gave me a very sweet but drawn out good-bye hug and 
kiss.

And that was that.



Chapter 4: Eleventh Grade: the Conclusion

It took a lot of explaining to my parents about the 
power being out and the phones being dead. Their power 
went out for part of the night too, but their phone 
service stayed on. Thus they tried calling to see how we 
were doing, but obviously we couldn't answer. Mr. Atkins 
gave a good report so my parents were generally pleased. 

"Although it isn't right for a young man to be alone 
with a young lady like that," my mom fretted a couple of 
times.

I reminded her that I was never alone -- there were 
always two Kellys there with me. Except for the first 
hour before K-D showed up; but I didn't bother bringing 
that fact up, knowing it would only further compound the 
situation.

The weekend was spent traipsing over the snowy hills and 
digging out our driveway which was under more than two 
feet of snow.

My sister, Lynn, asked me at one point, "Are you missing 
your girlfriend?"

I resisted my normal reaction -- the reaction that would 
have been sarcastic or biting -- and just said, "Yes. 
Quite a bit."

"I wished I could have been snowed in with my 
boyfriend."

"You have a boyfriend?" I think I felt a little of that 
protectiveness that Mr. Atkins was talking about.

"Kinda. I sort like this guy, but he doesn't know it 
yet."

I laughed. Not at her, but with her. "I know about that. 
Perhaps that's the best type of boyfriend to have in 
sixth grade."

"Why's that?"

I thought back to my time in sixth grade. "Most sixth 
grade boys aren't mature enough to handle it. Give it 
some time."

"Oh." She let my words settle into her mind. "I'm glad 
you're home though. It was boring."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and I was the only one to do the dishes."

School didn't start up again till Tuesday. And I was 
suffering from Kelly-withdrawals. Emotionally, 
relationally and especially sexually. I didn't wank that 
first night back home. I was too tired and my dick 
really was worn out. But as I was falling asleep the 
next nights, I had a boner in my shorts that had to be 
tended to. And what sweet memories and images of Kelly 
and K-D! I spurted globs of cum into the tissue then 
remembered how we would dispose of our tissues in the 
fireplace.

So when school started up, I was very anxious to talk to 
Kelly and see how things played out with her parents. 

She smiled and said everything was fine. "It was perfect 
timing to have my period right then," she whispered in 
my ear. "And K-D said that everything was fine with her 
folks too. How bout at your place?"

"Seems we're all good," I replied.

And so we settled into the rhythm of school and 
regretted that we couldn't partake of the secret 
delights that we had found. K-D would catch my eye from 
time to time in band -- that was the only class that we 
had together. Or sometimes in the hall she would stop 
and ask a seemingly innocent question.

I felt a little awkward since I had a girlfriend -- 
Kelly -- and I didn't know how to publicly play two 
girls at the same time.

Spring finally came and the last of the snow and ice was 
melting away. Flowers were nearly in full bloom and 
trees had decked themselves with a bright green array. 
Kelly and I had not had any alone time since that one 
fateful night. I think that somehow her parents and mine 
were aware of how much more emotionally attached we were 
to each other and so made sure that we were never 
unsupervised.

Until the week after Easter break. I was walking Kelly 
home as I often did to wait for my dad to pick me up. We 
knew that her mom would be there at her home and again 
we would not be free to do as we wanted.

"Dwight?" Kelly suddenly asked me. "You wanna walk 
through the woods instead of the streets?"

"Okay."

"Not many people there and I know a private spot."

"Where I could explore your private spots?"

"Exactly."

We slipped into the woods and she guided me down by a 
small creek, over the rocks to the other side and around 
numerous old trees. And there it was. A large boulder 
had crashed down the mountain ages ago and now was 
nestled in against the slope and several trees. She led 
me in behind and it was very secluded: one had to be at 
exactly the right place to see where we were.

Kelly smiled and leaned against the rock and stuck her 
butt out toward me. "Did you notice that I even wore a 
dress?"

I did. Dresses were unusual in the 1970s, probably 
because most girls remembered early elementary when they 
could ONLY wear dresses. Today was different. We had a 
special presentation that we were giving to the school 
and several were required to dress up.

She held a tissue in one hand. "I'm prepared. Don't want 
your spunk leaking down my leg while I'm talking to 
Mom." Then she flipped her dress up and slipped her 
panties down. I sprouted a raging erection.

"Come on in, Dwight," she whispered.

I already had my rod out and was lining it up with her 
crack. Back and forth I gently rubbed it in her growing 
pussy juices.

"Yes!" she whispered and wiggled her hips back at me.

It had been almost two months since I had my dick 
anywhere near a pussy. Two months of pent up demand. I 
eased my cock all the way in her and sighed at the 
welcome her pussy gave me. Leaning closer to her ear, I 
whispered, "I love you, Kelly."

"Oh, yes!"

I felt her finger rubbing rapidly on her pussy as I 
slowly plunged in and out, drinking in the wondrous 
feeling of making love. But young love burns hot and the 
need for speed overtook me. I became a frantically 
plunging wild man. In and out, in and out. The cum 
suddenly erupted overwhelming me and nearly knocking me 
off my feet.

I stay buried in her hole as she finished strumming her 
clit, suddenly grunting a low, throaty growl.

A minute later she applied the tissue to her pussy and I 
withdrew my dick. My dick was a slick mess. She handed 
me another tissue and said, "You'll have to flush it at 
home."

At home I headed in to the bathroom to, um, freshen up. 
It was weird pulling dried tissue off my dick. Kelly 
took her turn right after me.

And that was that. The very last time that I had sex 
with Kelly. Why? you might ask. Because our luck was 
running out. Kelly and I still loved each other. We had 
dreams of going off to college together and then 
starting a family together.

It didn't happen that way.

One day in the middle of May, K-D came up to me and said 
quietly, "I have news."

I looked at her and my heart almost stopped. I suddenly 
*KNEW* what she was going to say.

"I think I'm pregnant." She looked at me to gauge my 
reaction. "No one else knows now. I wanted you to know 
first."

"Oh, wow!" I said, finally remembering to breathe. "Let 
me know how I can help you."

She shook her head. "I don't think my parents will want 
you anywhere around. I'm going to try to finish school 
before this blows up."

"Seriously, I mean it. If I can help, I will."

"I know."

And then she was gone. Almost completely removed from my 
life. She made it to the last week of school before 
things blew up. She disappeared from school and I heard 
that her parents had whisked her away to her 
grandmother's place. And then things blew up at my home. 
Keep in mind this was a smallish, "proper" town in the 
1970s. Getting a girl pregnant was still frowned upon by 
most -- even those that weren't religious. And then, as 
it appeared in my situation, getting a girl pregnant 
that wasn't even your girlfriend was outright 
scandalous. 

My parents hit the roof. They couldn't conceive how 
stupid, foolish, irresponsible and morally wrong I was. 
I made the mistake of snickering at their choice of 
words: "conceive"! 

After listening to their tirade, Dad talked with me one-
on-one and asked if I had owned up to the problem and 
told my girlfriend.

I took a deep breath and said, "Not only have I told 
Kelly Atkins, I wanted to extend my help in any way 
possible to Kelly Darnell but she said her parents would 
not allow me near her ever again."

"But what shame you brought on your girlfriend."

"Dad, Kelly knows, Kelly was there, it was a mutually 
decided upon thing. There was no breaking of trust. I 
didn't cheat on her. This was a once in a life time 
event that had our love running over to everyone and 
everything near us."

"So you screwed Kelly *AND* Kelly?"

"Yes."

"Damn!" 

That was one of the few times that I heard my dad use 
strong language. He would express himself in a variety 
of ways, but usually not with curse words.

"Son, this is so different than anything your Mom and I 
have every thought about. And Kelly Darnell's Dad called 
me up -- at work, mind you -- and nearly threatened you 
and threatened me with violence and possible legal 
action." He shook his head and suddenly I understood his 
view on the matter. "Dwight, I'm going to have to 
relocate you and the rest of the family somewhere else 
so that Charles Darnell won't find us."

He looked at me carefully then asked, "Is your Kelly 
Atkins pregnant?"

"Not that I know." I didn't point out that I had filled 
her pussy with my seed about a month before -- not just 
that one night when we were snowed in.

"Well, she's so thin that it would be impossible to hide 
it after this long."

So I finished that week at school in a cloud of mixed 
shame and honor. Shame from most of the student body and 
the teachers as well as most of my family. But a certain 
amount of honor and respect from some of the guys in the 
locker room. Surprisingly enough even my sister, Lynn, 
said that she hoped the best for me since I really 
wanted to do right and help Kelly Darnell take care of 
her baby.

But my dad was adamant that his family move. So the week 
after school was out, he had us pack and then flew us 
out to Mom's parents in Idaho. Idaho? Seriously? That 
was a huge change. Dad closed out his job where we live, 
arranged for the moving and transport of all our 
belongings and then had the house sold.

I was living in absentia.

I received no letters from either Kelly ever. I got one 
or two letters from my former best friend, Paul, who 
informed me that my Kelly Atkins also was now pregnant 
and her dad was probably going to join forces with Kelly 
Darnell's dad, come across country and cut my manhood 
from my body then slowly kill me. Or some words to that 
effect.

I started going by my middle name, Alexander, or Alex 
for short.

Thus I started my senior year as a loner and a 
wallflower with no friends and no joy in living. I 
thought about killing myself, but never too strongly -- 
surely things would be better after I moved away and 
went to college.

(To be continued....)

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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