Happy To Have Moved

Chapter 1

It’s been a couple of weeks since we’d moved into our new place, and I was still upset with Mom and Dad.

They’d announced on my eighteenth birthday in November that we were going to be moving across the town in January. They said that they’d come across an ideal retirement place and that the deal was just too good to pass up. They said they were sorry that they had to uproot everyone, but we were moving.

I was a senior in high school and, after paying my dues as a junior, was finally enjoying the status that comes from being well-known, if I do say so myself, and liked being a senior. I knew the school, the teachers, and all the other seniors well enough that I really didn’t have to work that hard on either the academic or social side of life.

I’d been in my new school since January fourth and found most of the other kids in the senior class to be complete dorks.

Those who I thought I’d like to hang around with weren’t opening their circle to a new kid, so I felt a little isolated. On top of that, the new school's curriculum was several weeks ahead of my old school's program, and my parents insisted that I make up the work in front of each teacher.

As a result, I’d been stuck in my room for nearly two weeks doing catch-up assignments every night. While I recognized the need academically, this exile did nothing to enhance my social life. In fact, I was beginning to believe that I was being thought of as a serious student rather than a fun-loving guy.

At least the teachers were nice enough to take a little pity on me because I was starting a little behind.

Ms. Clarke, my physics teacher, was the nicest of the group. She’d arranged extra lab time for me after school, and I had, as of last Friday, caught up with all the required and all the supplementary lab work.

As she said that she only lived a short distance away, she’d even given me a ride home on a couple of the rainy nights.

During the drive home on Wednesday evening, she told me that her daughter was getting back Friday evening after having been away on a fantastic school trip to California that had started just after Christmas.

She said, “Three students from each of the schools in the city were given the opportunity to work in a high-tech company in California for three weeks as apprentices to some of the engineers. The companies were hoping to interest the kids in working for the company after they’d completed university.”

When I looked at Ms. Clarke a little strangely, she said, “It’s an enticement. If someone works with them for two years after they graduate, the company will pay the kids’ way through the university of their choice.”

She had continued, “It’s too bad that you weren’t at the school in the fall because, from what I’ve seen of your lab work, you probably would have qualified for one of the positions.”

I was working on my final makeup English paper last Friday night. I’m more of a science type of student, so working on the paper entitled “A Comparative Study of the Lead Characters in Macbeth and a Long Days Journey into Night” was a very big drag.

At about midnight, I was gazing out the window trying to get some inspiration to write my closing section when I noticed a light come on in a room in a house across the small gully that borders the back of our property. Because of the small gully, the houses were only about sixty feet apart.

In all my evenings sitting at my desk over the past three weeks, I’d never seen a light come on in the upstairs part of that house. I would have thought nothing of it and probably ignored it completely if I hadn’t been so bored with the English paper.

As I continued to gaze out the window, trying to receive some divine thoughts that would be a compelling close to the paper. A body, that looked like a female, moving in front of the window distracted me. Concentrating, I saw that it was a woman. I also saw that she had taken off her top.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I went in for a closer look. What I saw caused my jaw to drop nearly to my desktop. Standing in the middle of the window was a gorgeous creature wearing only a bra and panties.

When I looked again, after turning off my light so I wouldn’t be seen, she’d removed her bra and was in the process of peeling off her panties. Standing back up, she gave her bush a rub, turned, and walked over to what appeared to be a bed. Sitting down on the edge, she cleaned the fluff from between her toes before lying back, pulling the sheets over her, and turning off the light.

Both Saturday and Sunday nights, she repeated the performance, but at about 10:00. I remember thinking, ‘Maybe this neighbourhood isn’t too bad after all. At least the scenery is pretty good.’

Walking down the hall to my mathematics class on Monday morning, I did a double take as I saw the girl I’d seen the last three nights walking towards me.

As she passed me, I thought, ‘My God. She’s fantastic even up close. She goes to this school. I haven’t seen her before. I wonder who she is.’

I had a tough time concentrating during my math class as I thought about her.

I was disappointed that I didn’t see her in the halls during the rest of the day.

My last class of the day was physics. After class, I stuck around to talk with Ms. Clarke about an experiment I wanted to try on my own. We were busy talking about how I would perform it, what I expected to see happen, and what might go wrong when she looked up.

“Hi dear. I won’t be a minute,” she said as a big smile came over her face.

As I turned around to see who she was addressing, she continued, “Anna Marie, I’d like you to meet James. He’s a new student who just transferred from Holly Hill High. James, this is Anna Marie, my travelling daughter.”

I was dumbfounded as I saw her. This gorgeous creature that I’d been watching strip every night was Ms. Smith’s daughter.

“Hi James,” she said, smiling.

“Um, hi,” I stammered. “How are you?”

Recovering somewhat, I continued, “How was California?”

Looking at her mom, she replied, “It was great.”

Ms. Clark, sensing her discomfort, said, “I told James about the opportunity you had. Like you, he’s really good in the sciences. From what you were telling me while you were there, I thought that he might be able to apply to take part in the Spring Break tranche of the program.”

“Oh,” said Anne Marie with a smile. “It was an interesting experience. I mostly did grunt work, but sitting in their design meetings was really cool. I never imagined the controlled chaos of the way they brainstorm. The team leader orchestrated the sessions and made sure that they didn’t try to talk over each other and respected each other’s opinions. During my third week, she even made sure that I got involved in the discussions.”

“On top of that,” she continued, “their offices overlook the ocean. Every Friday there was a beach party that everyone on the team attended. When I asked the team leader why everyone was there, she told me that it had started as a way to blow off steam at the end of the week, but it had evolved into a team-building event.”

“The other wonderful thing was the weather. Leaving the damp cold here in December for the dry mid-twenties in California was wonderful.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “That sounds like it was fun.”

Ms. Clarke said, “I think that the experiment you want to conduct and how you want to conduct it is fine. Let me know when you want to conduct it.”

"Now that it’s raining out, do you want a drive home?”

“Sure,” I said. “That would be fantastic.”

“Give me fifteen minutes to get ready.”

Anne Marie and I went into the hall to wait. While we waited, I got here to talk more about her experience.

On the way home, Anne Marie and her mom talked while I was a silent passenger in the back seat.

After finishing dinner, I went up to my room to try to complete my English paper, which was due on Wednesday.

At about 10:30, the light came on in Anne Marie’s room. I quickly turned out my light and focused in on Anne Marie’s room.

Like the previous three days, she stripped off her clothes and wandered around her room naked.

‘God, she’s beautiful,’ I thought.

Over the next week, I watched her every night and continued to marvel at how beautiful she was.

I was disappointed when I didn’t see her on Saturday night.

‘Where is she tonight?’ I wondered.

I stayed behind after Monday’s physics class because I had arranged with Ms. Clarke to conduct my experiment.

As I started to set up the equipment for the experiment, Ms. Clarke said, “I hope that you don’t mind, but Anne Marie is going to be here doing her homework while you’re conducting your experiment.”

“No problem,” I replied.

I continued setting up as Anne Marie came into the lab.

As she sat down and opened her books to start her homework, Ms. Clarke asked me, “What is your hypothesis for this experiment?”

I explained what I wanted to do and what I expected to see as a result.

When I finished, Anne Marie said, “Are you sure about that, James?”

“What do you mean?”

Looking at her with a quizzical look, I said, “Everything I’ve read said that’s what should happen. What do you think should happen?”

She got up and came over to my setup, and looking at it, she said, “In my opinion, you won’t accomplish anything with this.”

“What do you mean?”

We spent the next ten minutes heatedly discussing my experiment.

As we were discussing it, I noticed Ms. Clarke smiling.

As our discussion wound down, she said, “Fantastic discussion, you two. I haven’t seen a discussion like that since my university days.”

“What do you mean?” I said with a frustrated voice.

“I mean, your discussion reminded me of discussions I had with an ex-boyfriend during our final year at MIT. We had very strong views about what should happen. While our divergent views were frustrating, they really improved our work.”

“The discussion you two just had reminded me of what I experienced,” she said with a big smile.

“That being said, what do you conclude, James?”

“I think I’d like to change my hypothesis. As well, I want to change my setup slightly.”

Looking at Anne Marie, I continued, “If she’s agreeable, I’d like Anne Marie to work with me on it.”

Anne Marie thought for several moments before she said, “Okay. But I’m not going to do any of the write-up. I don’t really care what happens.”

Her mother smiled as I said, “I’m fine with that. It’s my experiment after all.”

“Would you be okay with reviewing my write-up?” I said, with a smile.

Thinking about my request for a moment, she said, “I can do that.”

She went back to doing her homework as I changed my setup.

As I started the experiment, she looked up and watched what was happening.

After about ten minutes, she got up and came over to watch more closely.

As the experiment ended, she said with a smirk on her face, “I told you that would happen!”

“Yes, you did,” I said.

Her mom said, “Experiments are expected to confirm or refute a hypothesis. This experiment confirmed the revised hypothesis the two of you came up with. Regardless of who came up with the hypothesis, it was good science.”

Anne Marie, with a slightly sheepish look, said, “I’m sorry, James. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

“It’s okay, Anne Marie. Our discussion was pretty heated.”

She smiled, and so did her mom.

On the drive home, even though she was in the front seat, we chatted about the experiment and how it could be improved.

As I got out of the car, Anne Marie said, “That was fun. Email me your report when you have a draft.”

“Um, what’s your email?”

“Oh, right,” she said sheepishly and gave me her email.

“It won’t be tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Is that okay?”

“Even if it’s the weekend.”

After dinner, I went to my room and, after finishing my homework, started my report.

At about 10:30, a light went on in Anne Marie’s room.

‘Oh shit,’ I thought. ‘Do I or don’t I look at her?’

Thinking for a couple of minutes, I decided, ‘I like her, but how can I not look?’

Again, I focused on her room. I saw her strip again. This time, however, as she lay on her bed, she rubbed her crotch.

‘Is she?’

As I watched her, she started stroking more vigorously.

‘My God! She’s masturbating. I shouldn’t watch her doing this.’

However, I couldn’t stop.

Watching her had the normal effect on an eighteen-year-old’s body as I got an erection.

As I watched her, I was stroking my hard cock.

I saw her suddenly stiffen.

‘She had an orgasm,’ I thought. ‘That was beautiful. My God, that was so beautiful.’

As she lay there enjoying her orgasm, I stroked more vigorously until my orgasm hit and cum spurted out of my cock.

I guiltily stopped watching her as I thought, ‘That was wrong. I shouldn’t have watched her masturbate. And, shit, I shouldn’t have masturbated while I watched her.’

Then I thought, ‘But it was so beautiful to watch her.’

I went to bed severely conflicted.

Chapter 2

The next day, Anne Marie stopped me in the hall and said, “Yesterday afternoon was wonderful! I had so much fun while you did your experiment.”

“I did too,” I said. “I started the report last night.”

We chatted for several minutes before the bell indicated that the next period was about to start.

Hearing it, she said, “Do you want a drive home this afternoon?”

“That would be nice,” I replied.

“Come to my mom’s classroom at the end of the day, and Mom will drive us.”

I smiled as she walked away.

As her mom dropped me off, I said, “Thank you, Ms. Clarke, and thank you, Anne Marie, for offering."

“You’re welcome, James,” they both said.

As I closed the door, I saw Ms. Clarke look at her daughter.

‘That’s interesting,’ I thought.

As I was working on my report, I saw the light go on in her room.

‘I’m starting to have feelings for Anne Marie. I shouldn’t watch her anymore.’

Watching her window, I thought, ‘I wonder if she would look at me if I stripped for her.’

After thinking about it, I thought, ‘Maybe I should. It would only be fair. I hate to do it, but I’ve seen her naked and masturbating. It’s only fair that she sees me naked too.’

Having made the decision, I left my light on instead of turning it off. I also started walking around my room.

As I did, I kept looking out my window.

After about fifteen minutes, I saw her looking out her window.

‘She’s seen me. Does she know it’s me? Now what do I do?’

I took my shirt off. After I did, I saw that she was looking at me through my window.

‘Oh my! She has to know that it’s me that she’s looking at.’

With that encouragement, I took off my pants and then my underwear to be completely naked in front of the window.

‘She’s seen me naked!’ I thought.

Glancing out the window, I saw that she was still looking at me.

‘Oh my! She’s still looking at me. What do I do now?’

Unfortunately, the knowledge that she was still looking at me affected me as I started to thicken.

‘Shit! If she sees me with an erection, she’ll know that it’s not accidental.’

As the thickening continued, I thought, ‘I’ve got to do something.’

‘I guess I’d better do something,’ I thought.

I touched my thick cock. As I did, the thickening turned into an erection that I had my hand wrapped around.

Thinking, ‘I guess I’m in a situation. I’ve started, so I better continue.’

I started to stroke my hard cock as I stood in front of the window.

Knowing that Anne Marie was watching hurried my reaction to what I was doing. In moments, I felt a tingling in my core. The strength of my tingling grew quickly.

My hips were soon moving in time with my stroking. The feeling of an oncoming orgasm increased exponentially until I jerked forward and cum spurted out of my cock. I had two more forward jerks with cum spurts.

My orgasm finished, and I stood holding onto my desk for balance.

Looking out my window at Anne Marie, I saw that she was still looking but that her hand was moving while it was in her panties.

‘Seeing me masturbate got her to masturbate.’

After cleaning up, I turned off my light and went to bed.

Chapter 3

Wednesday, as I was on my way to my mathematics class, I saw Anne Marie and said, “Hi, Anne Marie. How are you doing?’

She looked at me and, as she started to blush, said, “I’m good. How are you feeling, um, doing?”

“I’m great! I had a great sleep.”

“I’m almost finished with my paper.”

“That’s great,” she said.

“If I email it to you tomorrow, would we be able to get together Friday evening to discuss it?”

“Yeah. I guess,” she said hesitantly.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound like you want to review it. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said.

“No. I’m okay with reviewing it. It’s just, um, getting together.”

“We don’t have to get together if you don’t want to. I just thought that it would be easier to discuss things face-to-face rather than by you writing comments on it and sending it back to me.”

“You’re right,” she replied. “Where do you live?”

“Our house is at 111 Carousel Street. Do you want to do it there or at your place?”

“My parents are having people over on Friday. How about we do it at Rainbow Cafe instead?”

“Perfect!” I said enthusiastically. “Since you’re helping me out, I’ll buy the coffee.”

Anne Marie smiled with what appeared to be relief as she said, “Okay. I’ll look forward to getting your paper tomorrow.”

That evening, I worked on my paper and completed what I thought was a decent first draft by 10:30.

As I shut down my laptop, the light came on in Anne Marie’s room. I saw her come into her room carrying something. The light went out almost immediately.

‘That’s strange,’ I thought. ‘I wonder what she’s doing.’

I was about to get up when I saw a ghostly shape in her window. ‘She’s at her window. But she’s in the dark.’

Then I saw a glint of light close to the bottom of the window.

‘Is Anne Marie watching me?’

Seeing two more movements over the next few minutes, I thought, ‘I think that she is watching me.’

‘What do I do? Do I give her a show or not?’

As I contemplated the situation, I sensed my cock started to thicken and a tingling sensation in my stomach and thought, ‘That answers that question.’

Stretching after I stood up, I started unbuttoning my shirt in front of the window. After taking it off, I did another stretch and did a couple of twists.

Turning to face away from the window, I undid the zipper of my jeans and slowly pushed them down. After stepping out of them, I bent over to pick them up, giving Anne Marie a view of my underwear-covered bum.

Walking around my room, I picked up a few things. Stopping in front of the window, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and pushed them down.

I jiggled my semi-hard cock to get rid of the feeling it had from being encased by my underwear.

‘Now the question is: do I go further or not?’

‘What the hell,’ I thought. ‘She made the effort to watch, so I shouldn’t disappoint her.’

My right hand started to fondle my cock, and, over the next few moments, it became hard. As it hardened, the tingling in my stomach intensified.

Turning, I presented Anne Marie with my profile and started to slowly stroke my shaft.

As the tingling intensified, so did the speed of my stroking. To prolong the feeling, I took my hand away every so often, letting my erection become fully visible.

Regardless of my efforts to slow down my orgasm, it continued to build very quickly. As I started to remove my hand, things didn’t slow down, and cum started to ooze out of my cock. I quickly put my hand back on my cock and started to stroke vigorously. A couple of seconds later, my orgasm hit, and my hips thrust forward. Unfortunately, my attempts to slow it down meant that cum oozed, rather than shot, out onto the floor.

‘Shit!’ I thought. ‘That was disappointing. Especially in front of Anne Marie.’

After wiping the cum off the floor, I turned off my light and went to bed.

Chapter 4

The next morning, I reread my paper. Happy with it, I emailed it to Anne Marie.

Seeing Anne Marie in the hallway on the way to my English class, I said, “I emailed the report to you this morning.”

“I got it,” she said. “I’ll read it tonight.”

“I’ll meet you at Rainbow Cafe at 7:00 tomorrow evening.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said with a big smile.

I didn’t have any homework, so I watched television until about 10:00.

Pretending to be tired, I went up to my room. Instead of turning on my light, I walked in and got on my knees in front of the window, focusing on Anne Marie’s window.

‘The room is dark,’ I thought.

I got the chair from my desk and waited. Just after 11:00, the light came on, and Anne Marie came into the room.

‘There she is.’

As I watched her, I saw her glance out the window towards my house every few minutes.

‘She’s looking to see if she can see me again.’

After about fifteen minutes she shrugged her shoulders dejectedly. She took off her jeans and blouse. After putting them on a chair, she then removed her bra and panties.

She gave her breasts a gentle rub, probably to remove the feeling of being crushed all day by her bra. She then rubbed her pubic hair, probably for the same reason. In doing so, though, her hands lingered.

A moment later, they were both moving up and down over her crotch. Her left hand stopped and looked like it was spreading the lips of her vagina. Her right hand, however, was rubbing the open lips.

Within seconds, her hand stopped moving, and she shuddered.

‘My God! She had an orgasm. It happened so quickly.’

Making her way to the bed, she crawled in and turned off her lights.

I didn’t see Anne Marie all day at school. After physics class, Ms. Clarke said, “Anne Marie will be here shortly. I hear that the two of you are going to discuss your paper at the Rainbow Cafe tonight.”

“Yes, we are.”

“If Dave and I weren’t having people over for dinner, you could have done it at our place.”

“It’s okay,” I replied. “It’s probably better to do it on neutral ground.”

In response to her quizzical look, I said, “At neither of our places.”

“Oh, right,” she said with a smile as Anne Marie came into the room.

Anne Marie, with a neutral face, said, “I’ll see you at 7:00, James.”

After walking home and having a light supper, I left to walk to the Rainbow Cafe.

I arrived before Anne Marie and got my favourite table. While it was in the back, it was set away from the other tables in the cafe. I set my backpack on it and went up to the front to wait for Anne Marie.

As I saw her coming through the door about five minutes later, I said with a smile, “Hi, Anne Marie. How are you?”

“I’m good.”

“I got a table for us in the back where we can discuss the paper and not disturb any other patrons.”

I walked her back to the table and said, as she sat down, “What do you want to drink? Do you want a coffee, a tea, or something else?”

“Could I have a beer instead?” she asked.

“Sure. What type of beer do you like?”

“Do they have IPA?”

“I think that they do. I’ll get them and be right back.”

Getting back to the table, I said, as I put a mug in front of her, “They had IPA on draft.”

“What are you having?” she asked.

“A Porter.”

After a cheers, I asked, “So, what did you think?”

“It was good,” she said. “I found that it was very well organized. I also found that it was well written with everything linked together.”

“Good,” I said. “But I sense that there’s something you’re not saying.”

Taking a couple of sips of her beer, she said, with a very concerned look, “I don’t like saying this, but, um, I disagree with your main conclusion. I follow the logic of how you arrived at it, but I think that one of your initial assumptions is incorrect.”

As I digested what she had said, I saw that she was looking at me with a very apprehensive look.

“Which assumption?”

Her response kicked off an intense discussion for about the next two hours. About ninety minutes in, I caught a waiter’s eye and ordered two more beers. We debated points passionately but respectfully.

At the end, I said, “I think that this discussion has really improved my thinking and will definitely make the paper better. Thank you for doing this tonight. I’m sure that you probably had other things that you’d rather be doing.”

She looked at me quizzically before saying, “What do you mean?”

“Um, the two beers, um, have probably loosened my tongue. I’m not normally this open with women.”

Seeing her expectant look, I continued, “I hope that you don’t mind me saying this, but, um, a woman as beautiful as you, um, should have a boyfriend who would be taking you on a date on Friday evening.”

“Thank you for the compliments. But what makes you think that?”

“Um, I’m sorry, but I don’t know, um, how to say this anyway, but, um, straight, um, up, um, I think that you’re gorgeous! On top of that, um, you’re smart, have a wonderful personality, and, um, you aren’t afraid to argue your point.”

At the end of my statement, she looked stunned.

“I’m sorry. I’ve upset you.”

“No. You haven’t upset me. What’s more, I’ve never had someone say to me what you just said.”

“I apologize,” I said as I put my hand over hers.

She looked at my hand on hers and then up at me.

I removed my hand and said, “Sorry, you might see that as presumptuous of me.”

She put both hands around her beer and stared at it for several minutes.

She looked up and said, “I’ve enjoyed this evening a lot. The discussion we had was fantastic. But, um.”

I looked at Anne Marie for a few moments before I said, “Anne Marie, I think, um, that we, um, have to address something.”

“What? What do we have to address?”

“The, um, the elephant in the room. We have to address the elephant in the room.”

“What elephant?”

I looked at her until she looked back at me.

“I know what you’ve been doing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know that you’ve been watching me in my bedroom.”

Looking like a kid whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar, she said defiantly, “What do you mean? I have not! I haven’t been spying on you.”

I looked at her with a don’t deny it look. “Yes, you have. I saw you in your window Wednesday night.”

“But it’s okay. It’s okay because I put on a show for you.”

She looked at me incredulously and said, “You did what?”

‘Oh shit!’ I thought. ‘I’ve stepped in it now.’

She continued to look at me for a minute or so before she broke out laughing.

Now it was my turn to look at her incredulously. “Why are you laughing?”

“I’m laughing because I know that I’ve been putting on a show for you the past while. I saw that someone was watching me in my bedroom the first Sunday after I got back. After I’d stripped for them and turned off my light, I tried and see who it was. I saw that it was a good-looking guy but didn’t know who it was.

“Before California, I would have been pissed off. However, while I was there, I discovered that I was a bit of an exhibitionist.”

Seeing me look at her with a what-do-you-mean look, she continued, “Mom and Dad don’t know that I went to nude beaches a lot while I was there. On top of that, the hotel I was staying in was across the street from an apartment building where, I guess the best way to put it, was full of free spirits. They were always nude in their apartments, even on their balconies.”

“I started walking around my hotel room nude too. It was exhilarating! I even took to waving at the people across from me while I was naked. I guess that I started to enjoy the attention and the feeling I got being seen nude.”

“When I caught someone watching me, I guess it took me back.”

“I was really surprised when I found out on Monday that it was you who was watching me. I guess that I was both surprised and intrigued.”

“Intrigued,” I said in a quizzical voice.

“Intrigued, because my mom doesn’t sing the praises of people lightly. That first Monday, after we had dropped you off, she kept talking about you and how she hadn’t seen anyone with a scientific mind like yours in several years. She told me that, not only did you grasp concepts quickly, but you were able to take them to the next step.”

“I enjoyed putting on shows for you. It was fun.”

“I have to say though, I was really surprised when I saw you naked last Monday. I thought at first it was accidental. On Wednesday, however, you did a few things that made me think that it was a performance rather than accidental.”

“Yes. It was a reciprocal show on both Monday and Wednesday.”

“What things did I do that made you think it was a performance?”

“On Wednesday, it was, um, almost like, um, coitus interruptus. By taking your hand away to let me see your erect cock, your orgasm was interrupted. Your cum oozed, rather than shot out like it did on Monday.”

I felt embarrassed when I heard her say what she said.

Seeing my dejection, she continued, “I’m not criticizing. It’s just an observation.”

“I know that you’re not criticizing. I’m embarrassed that I didn’t let you see my typical performance.”

“That’s what I mean. Just let me see you enjoying yourself. Don’t try to impress me or anyone else that you let see you.”

I grabbed her hands and said, “Thank you for being so understanding.”

“You’re welcome,” she said as she squeezed my hands, looking into my eyes.

We sat holding hands and staring at each other for several minutes.

I finally broke the silence by saying, “Anne Marie, do you want to come to the Valentine’s Day dance with me?”

After a moment, she replied demurely, “Yes. I’d like that very much.”

Continuing to look at her, I said, “Fantastic! You’ve made me incredibly happy.”

“Now,” she said, “how are we going to go forward?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we’re both exhibitionists. How are we going to satisfy our craving?”

“Oh! I see what you’re getting at. What do you suggest? I have some ideas, but, as they’re a little out there, I want to hear what you’re thinking about.”

“I don’t know. What are your ideas?”

Hesitantly I said, “I could put on a show for you on odd days, and you could do it on even days.”

“That would work.”

“But it could get too humdrum and boring.”

“Yeah. You’re right. It could become a have-to rather than a want-to. Do you have any other ideas?”

“I’ve got one, but I don’t really want to bring it up because it might offend you. I don’t really want to bring it up because I don’t want to lose you.”

Anne Marie looked at me smiling.

“What if I promised you that whatever you suggest, I’ll still go to the dance with you? And I told you that you’re making a suggestion rather than telling me what to do?”

Looking at her, I smiled as I said, “Okay. We could start dating, and at the end of a date we could, if we’re both in agreement, masturbate in front of each other in the car.”

She looked at me astonished for a minute before she smiled and said, “Great idea. That sounds like it would be fun.”

“One of the things that frustrated me about watching you last Monday and Wednesday was that I was so far away and missed seeing any details of what you were doing.”

Looking at her, I said, with a big smile, “What are you doing tomorrow night? There’s a concert at the RecCentre with an indie band that sounds, from what I’ve heard of them, interesting.”

“Until now, I’m doing nothing. What time does it start?”

“8:00. I’ll pick you up at 7:30.”

As she smiled at me, she said, “Now my challenge is how to manage my mom. She’s going to go nuts when she finds out that we’re dating.”

“Thank you, Anne Marie.”

In response to me looking at me strangely, I said, “Thank you for saying that we’re dating. I thought that we were, but hearing you say it was wonderful.”

“Yes, we will be dating. And I’m happy to be saying it.”

“If you want support, I’ll be happy to be there when you tell her.”

“That’s okay. She’s been after me to get a social life ever since I started high school. I don’t like the attitude of most of the cool people, and the other smart people are more socially backward than me. It also didn’t make things any easier that Mom teaches in the same school. She is really good about staying out of my life, but she is still there.”

“It’s just before 10:00,” I said. “Should we head back?”

“I’m good if you are,” she replied with a smile. “I’m enjoying this.”

“I am too. Do you want another beer?”

“I’m fine, thanks. Any more, and I’ll be stumbling rather than walking home.”

We spent another hour talking about just about everything. Given we had really only interacted for a few weeks, it was strange how comfortable I was talking to Anne Marie.

Just after 11:00, we decided to leave. As we went out the door, Anne Marie took my hand, and we walked hand in hand for several blocks.

Arriving at the intersection where we had to split to walk to our homes, we stood holding hands for several minutes. As we were about to part, I said, “Goodbye, Anne Marie. I’ll pick you up at 7:30 tomorrow night.”

After saying, “I’m looking forward to it,” she surprised me by leaning in and giving me a light kiss on the lips.

I looked at her, squeezed her hands, and returned the kiss.

Squeezing each other’s hands, we broke apart and walked home.

I thought, ‘That was a surprise. I wasn’t expecting it, but it was really nice.’

Smiling, I arrived home about five minutes later.

Noticing my smile, my mom asked, “You look happy. What’s up?”

“I’m working with another student on an optional physics experiment. I met her at the Rainbow Cafe at 7:00, and we worked on my paper.”

“Can I borrow the van tomorrow? I’m taking her to the Groundswell concert in the RecCentre tomorrow.”

“You sure can. What’s her name?”

“Her name is Anne Marie Clarke. She’s into science the same way that I am.”

Seeing her look at me with a tell-me-more look, I continued, “Okay. She’s smart. She has a mind of her own. She’s good-looking. And I can talk to her like I’ve known her my whole life.”

My mom, with a smile, said, “Is she your physics teacher’s daughter?”

“Yeah. She is.”

“Ms. Clarke called me a couple of weeks ago to ask if I was okay with you undertaking extracurricular work.”

“When I asked her what it involved, she told me that you had asked her about conducting some sort of experiment. She said that your request intrigued her because it was something that she’d done in the fourth year of her Bachelor of Science. But, more importantly, you understood the concepts behind the experiment.”

“After I agreed, she told me that you’re one of the best scientific minds she has come across in years. She also said that if I was okay with it, she wanted to work with you to develop you further.”

“Oh!”

“I don’t know what to say. I really enjoy physics, and Ms. Clarke brings it alive.”

As I turned to go upstairs to bed, I said, “Goodnight! Have a good sleep.”

Chapter 5

Saturday went by quickly with me helping my Dad with several chores around the house.

After a quick dinner, I said, “I’d better get a move on. I’m supposed to pick Anne Marie up at 7:30, and I don’t want to be late.”

I arrived at Anne Marie’s house at 7:20.

Greeted by her dad, I heard, “Who is it, Dave?”

“It’s Anne Marie’s beau.”

“Dave,” I heard in an exasperated voice, “his name is James.”

“Hi James,” he said. “Come in. Anne Marie is almost ready. She’ll be down momentarily.”

“Hi, Ms. Clarke and Mr. Clarke.”

“Hi, James. Anne Marie told me you had an excellent time last night.”

“We did,” I replied. “We had a very spirited discussion on my paper. I really appreciated her willingness to challenge my thinking. I also appreciated her willingness to listen to my defense of my position.”

“At the end of the evening, I believe my paper has improved. I hope that you’ll be happy with it.”

“If you’re happy with it, I’m sure that I will be, James.”

Turning to watch Anne Marie as she came down the stairs, she smiled as she said, “Have fun, dear.”

“Thanks, Mom. You have fun with the Fitzgeralds. I don’t know how long the concert is, so I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

“No worries.”

We got to the RecCentre and made our way to our seats.

The first half of the concert was okay. What was nicer was holding Anne Marie’s hand through it and the times, during slower pieces, that she put her head on my shoulder. As we sat down for the second half, she took my arm and placed it around her shoulders.

The last set of the concert ended just after 10:30. Walking out of the concert hand in hand, we chatted about the music.

In the van, as we were exiting the parking lot, I said, “Are you hungry? Do you want to have something to eat?”

“I’m good. Do you want something?”

“No. I’m good too.”

After a couple of seconds, as I stopped at a red light, she said, in a nervous voice, “James, I’ve been thinking about what you suggested last night. In fact, it occupied my mind for most of the day.”

“What I suggested,” I said, confused.

“You know. What we could do if we were both okay with it.”

“Oh, yeah. That.”

“It was a silly suggestion. You don’t have to,” I said tentatively.

“It wasn’t silly. It was a practical solution to an issue.”

She apprehensively continued, “And I’m, um, good with it if you are.”

“Are you, um, sure?”

“I think so. I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. I know that it is fast since we’ve only really known each other for a few weeks, but I think I trust you.”

“It’s weird, but I feel the same way. I trust you as well.”

“Now the question becomes, where can we do it? Do you know of any secluded places that aren’t patrolled by the police where we can park the van? I asked.

“The only secluded places that I’m aware of are the back of the RecCentre parking lot, behind the Molly View Mall, and the high school parking lot. Unfortunately, they all have security cameras that are monitored.”

“There are a couple of country roads just outside of the city that my family used to travel to get to picnic areas that might work. No one should travel them at night, including the police. As well, if someone did drive on the road, we’d get lots of warning.”

“That sounds good.”

We chatted nervously while I drove.

After about twenty minutes, I turned onto Cattlemen Road and drove about five kilometres.

When I stopped the van, I looked at Anne Marie and said, "We are here. Are you still sure you want to do this? We don’t have to, you know.”

“I want to. Let’s do it,” she said as she started to reach for the zipper on her jeans.

I started to pull down my zipper as well. Getting it down, I thought, ‘The steering wheel is going to make this awkward.’

“Anne Marie, the steering wheel is going to make this difficult. It’s also going to make it difficult for you to see what I’m doing.”

“Instead of doing it here, we could use the back of the van. What do you think?”

“It would also make it easier to take my jeans off.”

We got out and made our way to the back.

“Thank God my parents got the power lift door. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to close the door when we get in or open it when we want to get out.”

Climbing in, I said, “Oh good. The blanket is still here.”

We nervously looked at each other, not really knowing how to proceed, being so close to each other without anything between us.

“Do you want me to go first, or do you want to go first, or do you want to do it side by side? Do you want to just take off our jeans, or do you want to take off everything? We should have talked about this last night.”

“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about that.”

After a moment, she continued, “I want to see what you do and how you react, so let’s do it individually.”

“That makes sense,” I said. “I want to see your orgasm too. I’m not sure about whether to totally undress or not, though.”

“I’d like to totally undress because, when I play with my nipples when I masturbate, I have a better orgasm.”

“Naked it is then,” I said with a smile. “I can go first if you want.”

“No,” she said. “I’ll go first. If I don’t, I might chicken out, and that wouldn’t be fair to you.”

I looked at her with an empathetic look and said, “You don’t seem totally convinced that you want to do this. We don’t have to.”

Undoing the button on her jeans, she said emphatically as she pushed them and her panties down, “I want to do this. And I want to do it with you.”

With them off, she took off her t-shirt and bra to be naked sitting in front of me.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” I said. “I thought that you were beautiful from a distance, but up close you’re even more beautiful.”

She smiled as she blushed.

“Where do you want me?” I asked.

“I’ll sit in this corner. If you sit in the other corner, you should be able to see everything. This light will also be on me if I sit there.”

She scooted over to the back corner, and I to the corner opposite her.

Staring at me as she sat there, she finally said, “This is awkward. Until you started watching me, I didn’t normally masturbate with someone watching me. This is weirder, though. It’s, um, like masturbating on demand.”

“Do you want me to pretend to be peeping at you?”

“Haha.”

“Can I do anything to help set you at ease?”

“No. I just have to get started.”

Anne Marie closed her eyes and started to caress her crotch. In a few minutes, I noticed that her nipples had become erect, and her cheeks were beginning to redden. As I continued to watch, her breathing started to deepen, and her chest began to redden like her cheeks.

I heard her breathing become deeper and deeper. Along with her breathing, I began to hear a soft squishing sound. As the squishing sound got louder, I also began to smell something musky.

Her fingers began to move increasingly quickly as her breathing almost became a panting.

All of a sudden, she stopped breathing and let out a long groan. Her thighs clamped together as her body stiffened.

A minute or so later she opened her eyes and said, “Oh my. That was a good one.”

“It looked like it was,” I said with a large smile. “It was fun to watch too.”

“Could you do me a favour, please?”

“Anything. What can I do?”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but could you please hold me for a few minutes, please? After that, I really feel the need for a hug.”

“Are you sure? You're naked.”

“I trust you,” Anne Marie said with a confident look.

I went over and, lying down beside her, hugged her.

It felt wonderful as we lay there for several minutes.

“Thank you for hugging me,” she said contentedly. “It felt wonderful.”

“You’re welcome. It felt nice for me too.”

“Now it’s your turn, big boy,” she said with a big smile.

“You can dress while I get undressed,” I said.

“If you're okay with it, I don’t think that I will,” she said with a smirk. “I understand that men need visual stimulation to get erect, and I’m happy to provide that stimulation for you, Jeff.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I want you to have as good an experience as I had, and I’m willing to help you have it.”

“Okay, I think.”

Looking at her as I sat in the corner completely flaccid, I thought, ‘My God, she’s wonderful. I’m so blessed that she wants to be with me.’

Fondling myself to try to get an erection had no effect, unfortunately, as nothing happened.

Seeing that I wasn’t getting erect, Anne Marie started caressing her breasts and licking her lips.

Watching her hands sensually caressing her body, my body started to react as my cock thickened.

Once it started, it soon turned to a full erection.

I slowly started to stroke its full length.

As I did, I looked at Anne Marie and saw her staring intently at me and what I was doing.

“Anne Marie, what are you thinking?” I asked.

“I’m, um, fascinated by what you’re doing. I’ve seen your erection from a distance, but it is so much more interesting seeing it from this distance. It’s so neat.”

“Can I ask another favour?”

“Yeah,” I said. “What’s the favour?”

“Can I, um, can I touch, um, can I touch it?

“Touch it. Touch what?”

“Can I touch your erection? I’ve seen them online but never in real life.”

“You want to touch my erection?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sort of okay with that, but, while I trust you, I don’t trust myself. I don’t know what I’ll do if you touch it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, if you touch my cock, especially when it’s hard, I don’t know if I can stop myself from touching you.”

Looking concerned, Anne Marie said, “What do you mean?”

“I’m so enamoured with you and so sexually excited, um, that I might not be able to control myself.”

Looking deeply into my eyes, she said, “I think you can control yourself, but why do you think that I don't want that to happen?”

“What, um, what do you mean?”

“I mean, if we were to have intercourse, I wouldn’t be averse to it.”

Looking stunned, I said, “I don’t have any protection.”

As she touched my erection, she said, “Then we had better control ourselves.”

Her tentative touch was exhilarating. My cock twitched almost uncontrollably.

After a moment, Anne Marie moved from tentatively touching to a full grab just above my hand.

“Anne Marie,” I exclaimed, “your hand feels so fantastic! So, so wonderful.”

“But please take your hand away. If you keep touching me, I’m going to cum prematurely.”

“Anne Marie, if you continue, um, I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Oh my, James, do you mean that I can control your orgasm?”

“Oh shit, Anne Marie! Yes. If you start to move your hand, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”

“Oh,” she said. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes! No! I don’t know.”

“Please! Please! Stop or don’t stop. Please!”

Anne Marie removed her hand and moved back to the corner opposite me.

I tried to control myself, but I was too far beyond that point. After three or four more strokes, I came. Rather than shooting out, my cum oozed out. It wasn’t a great orgasm, but it did relieve my sexual tension.

“That didn’t look like it was a good one, James,” Anne Marie said. “I’m sorry. Did my intervention ruin things?”

“No, I don’t think so. I tried to stop something that was close to happening. Sometimes I’m successful, and sometimes I’m not. This was one of those times that it didn’t work.”

Anne Marie scooted over to be beside me and put her arm around my shoulders.

Saying, “I guess that I shouldn’t have stopped what I was doing,” she leaned across me and kissed me on the lips.

I returned her hug and said, “It’s okay. While it may happen in the future, I didn’t want you to masturbate me now.”

Feeling her still hard nipples against my chest, I returned her kiss and held it.

We were soon kissing vigorously.

After several minutes, I broke the kiss and, looking into her eyes, said, “We’d better cool it. We’re both naked, and this could quickly get out of hand. I want it, but I don’t think that this is the time or place.”

“I agree with you, unfortunately.”

Kissing me lightly on the lips, she continued, “Maybe we should get dressed and call it a night.”

We both dressed and got back into the front seats of the van. As I turned the engine on, the clock showed that it was just before midnight.

“Oh shit,” I said, “I’m not going to drop you off until about 12:30. Are you going to take any heat for coming home this late?”

“I shouldn’t. My parents and I have talked about coming home late. All I have to do is respect that they’re still working and not come home too late on Sundays or weeknights.”

“Besides which, the Fitzgeralds are there for the evening. If it’s like their past visits, they probably left around 11:00.”

“If the house is dark, I’ll just have to be really quiet when I go upstairs to my room.”

We got to her place just before 12:30.

As I stopped, I said, “Thank you for a very memorable evening, Anne Marie.”

With a smirk, I continued, “And the concert was good too.”

“It was very nice. I had a wonderful time,” she replied, smiling.

“Do you want to do it again next weekend?”

Looking at her, I said, “I’d love to. What do you want to do?”

“Besides, um,” she stammered.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s talk at school this week. We’ll figure something out,” she said with a smile.

“Sounds like a plan,” I said.

“And,” she said, “I want to make sure that you have a better experience. I’m sorry for tonight. I’ll figure something out.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” I said. “It happens sometimes. But thank you for wanting me to have a better experience, and I look forward to what you come up with.”

As she put her hand on the door handle, she leaned over to kiss me. It was a long, sensuous, good-night kiss.

As we broke the kiss and she got out of the van, she said, “I’ll try to be inventive.”

Chapter 6

Sunday was a quiet day doing homework. We mutually masturbated before going to bed, though it wasn’t as nice because it was so far away.

Anne Marie and I spent our lunch together on Monday.

“I don’t know about you, Anne Marie, but while I had sexual release, I didn’t find our masturbation session very satisfying last night. You were too far away.”

“I agree with you fully. It wasn’t as much fun as Saturday.”

“How about I put on the show tonight?”

“I’ll do the show on Tuesday,” she said.

While getting up from the lunch table, much to several people’s surprise, we parted with a light kiss.

Driving home, unlike the past few weeks, Anne Marie got in the back seat with me. The whole way to my place, she held my hand, which evoked a smile from Ms. Clarke. The smile got even bigger when she saw us lightly kiss as I got out of the car.

During lunch on Wednesday, Anne Marie said, “I think that I have an idea that you’ll like for Saturday, James.”

“Oh! Can you give me a hint?”

“No. I want it to be a surprise. It’s weather-dependent, though. Do you have any idea what the temperature is supposed to be on Saturday night?”

“The last I heard, it was supposed to be raining overnight Saturday.”

“Damn! I can’t do it then. I have to be able to stand up.”

“Friday is supposed to be good, though. The low is supposed to be 15 °C overnight.”

“That might work,” she said with a smile. “It’ll be a little chilly, but that’s okay.”

“What do you want to do earlier?” I asked.

“I don’t know. There are no concerts that I’m aware of. There are no movies that I want to see. Can you think of anything?”

“I don’t know either. Let’s think about it and talk tomorrow at lunch.”

At Thursday’s lunch, Anne Marie said with a dejected look, “I couldn’t think of anything.”

“How about we walk through Grayson Park by the river? The temperature is supposed to be just under 20 °C in the early evening. Though it’s supposed to be going down to 15 °C overnight.”

Smiling at her, I continued, “Besides which, it’s not what we’re doing, but being with you that matters.”

“You’re sweet,” she replied with a smile.

When I got home Thursday, I asked my dad and mom if I could borrow the van Friday evening.

“No problem,” my dad said. “What’s up?”

“Anne Marie and I are going to Grayson Park for a walk along the river. Then we might grab some food.”

“You like her,” my mom said with a smile.

“Yup. I really enjoy being around her a lot.”

Not being able to have lunch on Friday, I sent an email to Anne Marie telling her that I had the van for Friday.

After a quick dinner on Friday, I arrived at the Clarke’s place at 7:25.

Mr. Clarke greeted me, “Hi James. How are you? Anne Marie just went upstairs to get something and will be right back.”

“Hi, James,” Ms. Clarke said as she came to the door.

“Hi, Ms. Clarke.”

“Are you doing anything exciting tonight?”

“Not really. We’re going to walk the path by the river in Grayson Park. We might get something to eat afterwards. We just want to enjoy each other’s company.”

“Hi, James!” Anne Marie said as she arrived and gave me a light kiss.

Mr. Clarke looked at Ms. Clarke, who was smiling when she saw the kiss.

Walking the path along the river, we listened to the water and the wind through the trees. We sat on a bench enjoying the setting sun without saying a word.

While it was a two-kilometre walk to the end, we didn’t hurry, so we didn’t get back to the van until just after 8:30.

“I’d love some pizza,” I said. “What about you?”

“Sounds good!”

Going to the Rainbow Cafe, we had a small combination pizza with, because I was driving, a soft drink.

While we were eating, Anne Marie was fidgeting.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Yeah. I’m just excited for you, um, know, um, later.”

“Oh! You’re really enjoying our fun, aren’t you?”

“You bet I am. Aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. I just find you so cute! You’re like a kid in a candy shop.”

“Do you want that last slice of pizza?” I asked.

“No. You can have it. I’ll use the facilities.”

As she came back, I’d paid the bill and was waiting for her by the door.

“Same place as last Saturday?” Anne Marie asked.

“I think we should use another road. I don’t want the van to become recognized in the area. People are so paranoid today. If they see a repeat suspicious vehicle, they call the police.”

“Okay. I’m okay with that. I don’t need the police interrupting me when I’m having fun.”

“Haha. That would be interesting to explain to our parents, wouldn’t it?”

“Let’s get going.”

We drove for about thirty minutes until I turned off the highway onto Stagecoach Road.

After about ten kilometres, I pulled off the road into a cleared-out area.

“This was a pull-off area to let people pass. There’s a steep hill in a couple of kilometres.”

“It is also situated where we’ll have some warning of an approaching vehicle.”

“Let’s get in the back,” Anne Marie said excitedly.

She jumped out and almost ran to the back.

I pushed the button to open the back and joined her.

As she was about to climb into the back, she said, “I had two options for tonight. I’ve been debating with myself all day. I want to try this one today, and I’ll try the other another time.”

“Let’s climb in, and I’ll tell you what I want to do. God, I hope that you like it.”

When the door had closed, I looked at her expectantly.

She took a deep breath and said, “I want us both to take off our clothes. Then, um, when you’re masturbating, I want you to be in front of me.”

“Uh, isn’t that what we did last Saturday?”

“No, um, instead of sitting and leaning against the back corner of the van, I want you sitting and leaning against, um, me. And when I’m masturbating, I’ll be sitting and leaning against you.

“Oh. Oh my,” I stammered. “That will be interesting.”

“I figured that with our backs to the other person, we should be safe. I think that feeling you touching my back while I’m fingering myself should be extremely sexually stimulating.”

“My God! I’d never have guessed that you would come up with an idea like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this is so, um, out there. It’s, um, the closest we could be to having intercourse without having intercourse.”

“I just hope that you are having your orgasm while I’m holding you doesn’t cause me to have one as well.”

“Oh! I didn’t think of that possibility. Maybe you should go first.”

“Okay. I guess I can.”

“How do we do this?” I asked nervously.

“We both get undressed. I’ll sit in this corner,” she said.

“Then, you’ll crawl over to me and sit in front of me between my legs.”

“At that point, it’s up to you. I’ll watch you over your shoulder. How does that sound? Do you think that you’ll be okay in this setup?”

“I think so,” I said tentatively. “No! I have to be more positive. This will work. Let’s make it happen.”

As I undressed, I thought, ‘This could be interesting.’

Seeing Anne Marie sitting in the corner, naked with her legs spread apart, was something out of this world and started to affect me. Crawling over to her, my cock began to thicken.

“Oh, oh my, oh goodie. This is turning you on,” Anne Marie exclaimed gleefully.

I settled in and leaned back against her.

‘Oh, those are her nipples I’m feeling on my back.’

Taking advantage of the situation, I swayed from side to side, enjoying the feeling of them scratching my back.

“Oh, you,” Anne Marie purred.

In response, she wrapped her arms around me and started caressing my chest.

Her nipples and her caressing got me totally hard.

My hand started to stroke my shaft slowly. The tingling started and grew in intensity quickly.

As it grew and the speed of my stroking increased, Ashley’s hands moved from my chest to my stomach and then to my pubic hair.

Her caressing of it was very stimulating, and my tingling increased exponentially.

“Anne Marie, I’m close. I’m so close.”

“Go for it, James. Go for it,” she whispered in my ear. “I want to hold you and your cock when you orgasm.”

I kept stroking.

A moment later, with Anne Marie’s left hand tightly across my chest and her right hand holding my cock, my hips thrust off the ground, and cum shot out of my cock.

My hips collapsed to the floor for a second before they thrust up again, and a second stream of cum spurted out.

Then it happened a third time before I collapsed to the floor.

Anne Marie kept hold of me as my body, with my eyes closed, continued to tremble.

“My love, that felt wonderful. I loved the feeling of your body while you orgasmed. It was so raw, so elementary.”

Lying in her arms, I thought, ‘Oh shit! She just called me her love.’

“Thank you, Anne Marie. Your suggestion was out of this world. The feeling of you holding me as my orgasm consumed me was so, so comforting. I felt safe.”

“You're welcome. I’m happy for you. It felt so wonderful to feel you vibrating.”

“Do you have some tissues in your purse? I need to clean up. There’s cum all over my stomach.”

“I do.”

Getting up, she took some tissues out of her purse. Coming back, she said, “Lie back. I’ll clean you up.”

It was so strange to have a woman wiping my stomach with a tissue. It was also very erotic to see her do it. My cock started to thicken as I saw her after she used her index finger to wipe up one glistening drop and put it in her mouth.

Scrunching myself up into the corner, I said with a smile, “Come here. It’s your turn to have some fun.”

As she settled in against me, I wrapped my arms around her.

“Enjoy yourself, babe. I’ve got you.”

My hands joined her hands as she caressed her body. When her hands moved to her crotch, my hands started, as I remembered her saying it was something that turned her on, caressing her tits. I gently kneaded her breasts and tweaked her nipples.

Her fingers were buried in her vagina. I could both hear the squishy sounds they were making as well as smell the musky odour her wetness was generating. Her fingers started to pick up speed as her heavy breathing turned to panting.

Leaving my left hand caressing one, then the other breast, I moved my right to caress her stomach.

Feeling her stomach begin to twitch, I moved my hand to join hers in her vagina.

Within seconds, her body stiffened, and her thighs gripped my hand.

When her thighs relaxed, I moved my hand back to her stomach to feel it trembling.

As the trembling subsided, I said, “I know what you mean, babe. Holding you while you had an orgasm was unbelievable.”

“Thank you, my love. My orgasm is usually wonderful, but having you hold me during one was even better. I felt like I could let it do what it wanted to me because you were protecting me.”

She purred as she lay against me with my arms wrapped around her.

Fifteen minutes or so later, she opened her eyes and looked up at me with a big smile.

“My God, James, that was unbelievable. I made my suggestion to give you a better experience. I know that it did, but it also made my experience so much better too.”

“I thank you for coming up with it.”

“I hope that you didn’t mind my hand joining yours when you were masturbating.”

“No. It was fine. In fact, feeling your fingers there helped to push me over the edge.”

“I didn’t mind your hand on my cock helping me stroke. Like you, I think it pushed me over the edge too.”

“Anne Marie, I was surprised by something you said, though.”

“What do you mean? What did I say?”

“You, um, called me, um, you called me your love.”

“I did. Did I really say that?”

“Yes, you did. And I’m flattered.”

“Well, my love, I’m also flattered that you referred to me as your babe.”

“It was unconscious, Anne Marie.”

“Regardless, I enjoyed hearing it.”

“In the same way, I enjoyed hearing you call me your love,” I said as I hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.

Her arms wrapped around mine as she said, “This feels so nice. I never thought I’d feel this good.”

Moving her arms away from mine caused my left hand to move across her right breast.

“Oh,” she exclaimed.

“What?” I said.

“That was a jolt. My nipples must be extra sensitive.”

As I touched both her nipples, I said, “What do you mean?”

“Oh my God! What are you doing?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes. No. I’m not sure,” Anne Marie stammered.

“How about I stop just my right hand?” I said, moving it to start caressing her stomach.

“Oh my God, what are you doing? It feels so good.”

Her body started to grind against mine.

“Uhhhh,” she groaned.

Hoping it would be okay, I moved my hand down to her crotch. Feeling her swollen vaginal lips, I began caressing them gently.

Splitting them apart, I inserted two fingers and began moving them in and out.

Anne Marie started groaning.

Her vagina was getting much wetter as my fingers kept moving.

As my arm got tired, my fingers couldn’t go as deeply. However, they did touch her clitoris.

“Oh my God!” she groaned. Stay right there. That's the spot."

"Gently. Not too hard. Oh my God! That feels soooo good. Keep doing that.”

She panted, "Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Her body stiffened again, her thighs clamped my hand, and her body twisted as her face contorted in a silent scream.

While her face relaxed, her body continued to tremble.

Several minutes later, her eyes opened, and, with an exhausted look, she said, “That was my first doubleheader, love. My God, that was wonderful. But I’m exhausted. I don’t think I can move.”

“It’s okay, Anne Marie. You don’t have to move. Just stay where you are. I’ll hold you.”

“Thanks,” she sighed.

“Please don’t make it a triple header, love. I don’t think that I would survive,” she continued with a contented smile.

“Okay, babe. I won’t. Maybe another time.”

Thirty minutes later, she smiled and said, “I think that I’m okay to move now, love.

“Let’s get dressed and go home.”

“Okay, babe.”

We got dressed, and I drove Anne Marie back to her place, arriving just after 11:00.

“That was an absolutely wonderful evening, my love. I just hope that my parents are in bed. If either of them sees me in this state, they’ll ask what happened, and I don't think that they'd like the explanation.”

“You're probably right. Do you want to sit in the van for a while to make sure?”

“If I stayed here, I'd fall asleep. And I don’t think, my love, that you’d be able to wake me. I don’t think I’ll be up early tomorrow morning.”

“I'll call you tomorrow afternoon, and we can talk,” I said.

“Good night, babe,” I said with a smile. “I’d say sleep well, but I don’t think I need to.”

Opening the door, she leaned over and kissed me as she said, “Thank you, my love. I had fun tonight.”

Chapter 7

After a wonderful sleep, I got up at 10:00.

Smiling at my mom’s, “Good morning, sleepy head. How did you sleep?”

I replied, “Fantastically well!”

“How was your date with Anne Marie?”

“I don’t know what it is, Mom. We had a fantastic time walking the path by the river in Grayson Park. We went to the Rainbow for pizza afterwards and talked. I had a wonderful time. She’s fantastic. I feel like she’s a kindred spirit that I’ve known forever.”

“I’m happy that you’ve met her.”

“Me too. We’re going to the Valentine’s Day dance next week.”

“Oh. Are you getting dressed up?”

“I hadn’t thought about that. I’ll talk to Anne Marie and see if she wants to dress up.”

At 11:00, I called Anne Marie.

I asked, “Can I speak to Anne Marie, Mr. Clarke?”

He said, “Hang on a minute, James.”

“Anne Marie, James is on the phone.”

A moment later I heard, “I’ve got it, Dad.”

Hearing a click, Anne Marie said, “Hi, James. Mom and Dad have been surprisingly good about respecting my privacy, but you never know.”

“I hear you.”

“Besides wanting to hear your voice, I wanted to ask you how you want to go to the Valentine’s Day Dance next week. How dressed up do you want to be?”

“Oh. That’s true. It is next weekend. Do you have a preference?”

“Ba, hum, Anne Marie, it’s up to you. I’m sorry, from my experience, watching my mom and dad, the woman chooses these things.”

“You're right, James. I’m sorry. My experience is the same. Would you be okay with really dressing up? I don’t want to embarrass you, but I want to feel really good at the dance.”

“Ahh,” I said tentatively.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way! I’m going to feel fantastic dancing with you. I just want, uhm, to feel like a princess.”

“I know that’s what you meant. I just wanted to tease you. I’m good with being fully dressed up. By really dressed up, do you mean me in a black suit or me in a tuxedo?”

“Can I think about that for a day?”

“I’m okay with either choice. I’m going to try on my black suit after this call. I hope that it still fits.”

“Let me know.”

“The other question I had is, what do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know, lo, unh, James.”

“How about I pick you up at 6:00 and we’ll figure it out?”

“That sounds like a plan.”

At five minutes to 6:00, I rang the doorbell.

When Mrs. Clarke answered the door, she said, “Hi, James.”

“Anne Marie, James is here.”

“Hi, James,” Anne Marie said as she bounced down the stairs.

“Hi, Anne Marie!”

Anne Marie said to her parents, as we went out the door, “We’re just going to hang out tonight and make plans for the Valentine’s Day Dance next week.”

We drove to the Valley View Mall and went into the food court.

Sitting with coffee, Anne Marie said, “As I said, my parents have been really good about respecting my privacy, so they don’t listen in when I’m talking on the extension. However, they, my mom especially, have been lightly quizzing me about you.”

“I think that she’s happy for you and is just curious.”

“You’re probably right, but I don’t want them to know about our pet names for each other yet. Especially my name for you.”

“I understand, babe. It might lead to some awkward questions.”

“Have you given any thought to how formal we want to be for the dance?”

“I’d really like to be formal if we can. But I need to find a gown.”

Do you want to go looking now? Besides the standard clothing stores, there’s Wanda’s Women's Wear, Second Time Around, and Mrs. B’s. My mom has gone there for clothes for Dad’s Christmas parties.”

“Are you okay with dress shopping? Most guys, including my dad, try to avoid it whenever they can.”

“I’m totally fine with it. In my mind, I’d love to have some input into what I’m going to be looking at.”

Anne Marie looked at me and, with a smile, said, “You’re cute. Let’s go.”

Going into Wanda’s Women’s Wear, a middle-aged woman greeted us, “Hello. Can I help you with anything?”

“Yes. I’m looking for a gown to wear to our high school Valentine’s Day Dance next weekend.”

“Wonderful. Our party dresses and gowns are back here,” she said as she walked to the back of the store.

“What sort of dress are you looking for?”

“Something that would go with a tuxedo.”

“Ah. The ones in this section pair well with a tuxedo.”

Anne Marie looked at the dresses and said, “Maybe these two. The rest are all too frilly-dilly, and that’s not me.”

“I understand, dear. Are you a size eight or nine?”

“I’m size nine.”

The clerk disappeared into the back as she said, “Let me see if we have either of these in your size.”

While she was away, Anne Marie said, “Most of these are way too frilly for me. I’m not sure about the two she’s looking for either.”

“Let’s see. You won’t know until you try.”

“When I try them on, I want your honest opinion. I don’t want you saying that you like it just because you think that I like it.”

“Okay. Do you mind if I look around while you’re getting changed?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll look through the racks to see if there’s anything that I think might look good on you. Is that okay?”

Anne Marie looked at me strangely before nodding her head.

The clerk returned with both dresses and said, “We had both in size nine. One of them is from a manufacturer that tends to size small, so I brought the next size too. Come this way, and you can try them on.”

I followed to see where she would be before returning to the dress racks and browsing.

Another clerk approached me and asked, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“No thanks. I’m just waiting for my girlfriend to try on a dress.”

“Okay. If you need any help, let me know.”

I saw Anne Marie come out of the dressing room and went over.

The sales clerk said, “That’s nice.”

“What do you think?” Anne Marie asked me.

Looking it over, I motioned for her to turn.

“In my opinion, I’m not totally enamoured with it.”

“Good. I sort of like it, but I don’t really. Let me try the other one.”

As she went back in, I went back to the racks.

Looking through the dresses, I came across one that I really liked.

‘If this came in black, navy blue, or red, instead of light grey, it might look good on her.’

Bringing it back with me when I saw Anne Marie emerge from the dressing room, I said, “I don’t think so. That does nothing for you.”

“I agree,” said the sales clerk.

I held up what I had found and said, “If this came in black, navy blue, or red, it might look good on you.”

“That’s one of our cocktail dresses. It does come in those colours. I didn’t show you them because you mentioned that you were looking for gowns. My apologies. Let me check if we have any of those colours in your size.”

“I don’t really like her,” I said. “She seems very defensive.”

“She’s okay,” Anne Marie said. “I’ve had much worse.”

When she came back, she had all three colours.

Anne Marie disappeared into the changing room, saying, “I’ll try the blue one first.”

When she came back out in the navy blue dress, I said, “Wow! That is stunning! You look fabulous.”

The sales clerk exclaimed, “I agree. That colour really brings out your blue eyes.”

“Try the red one,” I asked.

When Anne Marie came out in the red dress, it looked good, but nowhere near how the blue dress looked.

“I liked the navy blue dress better. Let’s see if the black one looks better.”

When Anne Marie came out in the black dress, I was dumbfounded.

“Oh my, babe. Oh my gosh! The black dress is much better than the navy blue one.”

The sales clerk, with a big smile, said, “I have to agree. The black dress is stunning on you.”

“I hate to ask, but how much is it?” Anne Marie asked.

“You're in luck. It’s on sale until February fifteenth for more than fifty percent off. It’s normally $249.99, but until then it costs only $119.99.”

“I’ve never spent that much on clothes. I don’t know.”

“It’s your call, Anne Marie. All I can say is that this dress enhances your natural beauty so that you look absolutely stunning. When you came out of the changing room, you took my breath away.”

Seeing that she was wavering, I asked, “What is the return policy?”

“It’s seven days with all tags in place.”

“Anne Marie, why don’t you take it home and let your mom and dad see it on you? Maybe they’ll chip in.”

“Maybe. Can you hold it for me for a couple of hours?”

“I can hold until we close tonight at 9:00. Is that okay?”

“Perfect!” Anne Marie said.

As we walked to Second Time Around, Anne Marie said, “I love that dress, but I don’t have that much.”

“Would fifty bucks help? I can give you fifty towards it.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

“I’ll think about it. Okay?”

We entered Second Time Around and asked an employee where the gowns and cocktail dresses were located.

Arriving at the racks, we both started to browse.

“Hey babe, look what I found,” as I held up a black dress that looked exactly like the one we had just seen at Wanda’s.

“My God, what size is it?”

“You won’t believe it, but it’s size nine.”

Excitedly, she asked, “How much?”

The tag says, “$54.99.”

“Oh my God. I’ve never been this lucky. Let’s go to the cash.”

“Just to be sure, shouldn’t you try it on?”

“You’re right. Give me a moment.”

When she came out of the changing room, I said, “It’s the same dress and fits you exactly the same way.”

Hugging her, I said, “I hope you know how good you look in this dress, babe. I was going to be proud to show up at the dance with you. With you in this dress, I’m going to be the envy of every guy that’s there.”

“You're beautiful, Anne Marie! This dress enhances that beauty, babe!”

“Thank you, my love. You’re making me blush.”

“Do you want to get something to eat, babe?”

“After we tell Wanda’s that we don’t want the dress they’re holding for me.”

Anne Marie told our sales clerk in Wanda’s Women’s Wear that she wasn’t going to buy the dress. In response to the sales clerk’s why, she told her that she couldn’t afford it.

Having a burger at the food court, I asked, “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. I’m good with just sitting here and chatting. What about you?”

“I don’t know either,” I said.

We chatted about the dresses we’d seen for a while.

After a pause, Anne Marie said tentatively, “James, about last night.”

“Wasn’t it great?" I said enthusiastically.

Noticing the concerned look on her face, I said, “What’s wrong, Anne Marie?”

“I agree with you that it was great. Actually, it was better than great. It was fantastic! But I’m confused.”

“Confused. What are you confused about?”

“It’s just that I have feelings for you, very, very strong feelings for you.”

“And I have feelings for you too, babe. Is that a problem?”

“No. It’s just everything that I’ve ever heard from people, this level of feeling should only develop after several years of knowing someone. I’ve, um, we’ve developed these feelings in a month.”

“I know, babe, it is fast. That being said, there’s nothing that says it can’t happen.”

I continued, “I’m also very sure that we’re going to have disagreements about things. And, I’m going to predict, based on the discussions we had over my experiment and the paper, that they’re going to be heated. What I also know is that based on those same discussions, we’re going to respect each other’s opinions even when we disagree with them.”

Anne Marie grabbed my hand and, looking into my eyes, said, “That’s why I, um, I love you, my love. You understand me and know where I’m coming from.”

I looked into her eyes and said tentatively, “Anne Marie, you said that you love me. Are you sure? I feel the same way but have been hesitant to say it because it’s so soon.”

Taking a deep breath, I said emphatically, “Anne Marie, I love you too!”

I switched seats to sit beside her and put my arm around her.

She put her head on my shoulder. We stayed that way for quite a while until she said, “Do you want to do what we did last night again?”

“I’d love to. Or we can just enjoy holding each other.”

“There’s that option too.”

We drove to Stagecoach Road and, parking in the same spot, got into the back of the van.

Undressing, Anne Marie said, “Can I hold you for a while?”

“Sure,” I said as I sat between her legs and leaned back against her.

We sat enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies and listening to each other breathe.

Anne Marie said, “You’re amazing, James.”

“Listening to other girls, I got the impression that the only thing guys wanted from girls was sex. You, on the other hand, want me as a person.”

“If it was anyone but you, I might be that way too. With you, however, there’s a connection. I don’t know what it is, but it’s strong. I find you an interesting person that I want to be with for who she is. I know that it’s strange to say after just a month, but I think that you complete me and make me a better person.”

“I love you, James Grayson.”

Her right hand moved from where it was, with her left hand, wrapped around me down to my penis and began fondling it. Her left hand joined it moments later.

Soon I was fully erect, and while her left hand fondled my balls, her right began stroking my shaft.

Her stroking and fondling continued for several minutes.

“Anne Marie, that feels really nice, really, really nice.”

“You deserve it, my love.”

“James, would you mind if I watched you come from in front of you?”

“What do you mean?” I grunted, not wanting her to stop.

“I want to move around in front while I masturbate you so I can see everything from close up.”

“Okay, babe.”

Without missing a stroke, Anne Marie moved in front of me so that her face was inches from my cock. She rested her elbow on the floor while her hand moved up and down my shaft.

Seeing her that close made the situation far more stimulating, and the tingling sensation grew quickly.

“I’m close, Anne Marie. Really close. You’d better move your face out of the way so my cum doesn’t land on your hair.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy yourself, James. Let it happen when it happens.”

My stomach muscles began to twitch until suddenly my hips drew back. As they did, I felt something warm engulf the head of my cock.

I didn’t have time to figure out what it was before my hips tried to thrust forward. Even though they were stopped, my cum spurted out. Three more times, cum spurted out, but my hips couldn’t move.

Opening my eyes, I saw Anne Marie looking up at me while her mouth was around the head of my cock.

“What did you do, Anne Marie?”

“I made sure that your cum didn’t go into my hair, silly.”

“On top of that, I wanted to taste it. I heard one of the girls at another table describing what she’d done to her boyfriend. She exclaimed over how good it tasted, and I wanted to try it too.”

“Oh my!” I exclaimed. “Your timing was perfect. I felt something but was too far gone to stop cumming.”

“I’m sorry for tricking you, my love. I didn’t know if you’d let me do it if I told you beforehand.”

“I would’ve talked to you to make sure that it was really what you wanted to do. I would probably have agreed after we talked. You don’t have to trick me into doing something, babe. You’re quite capable of asking for things.”

“I’m sorry, James. I won’t do it again.”

“My God, Anne Marie! I want you to do it again. That was fantastic! Your mouth felt so warm and silky on my cock.”

“No,” she laughed still on her elbows between my legs. “I meant that I wouldn’t trick you again. Given the taste, I want to do it again.”

“Now, Anne Marie, I would like to return the favour. Is that okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to do what you did to me to you. I want to taste you the way you tasted me. Are you okay with me doing that?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never had that done to me. I’m not sure.”

“It’s okay if you don’t want me to, babe. That’s why I asked.”

I pulled her up to her knees and hugged her tightly. “I love you, babe. I’d never do anything that you don’t want me to.”

After a minute or so, I turned her around and helped her sit in front of me. I started caressing her breasts softly, bringing her nipples erect. Continuing to caress her body, I nuzzled her neck with soft kisses.

As I continued, Anne Marie’s breathing started to deepen. Brushing my fingers through the top of her pubic hair, she moaned softly.

The deeper her breathing became, the closer I moved my hand to her vagina. The closer my hands got to the lips of her vagina.

When my fingers started to touch her vaginal lips, I found them already swollen and wet. Spreading her lips, Anne Marie let out a long moan.

Gently massaging her vagina increased the duration of her moans.

Moving back to her stomach, Anne Marie groaned, “Don’t stop, James. That felt so good.”

Hearing this, I moved my hands back and continued massaging.

Feeling her clitoris under her lips, I moved the lips and touched it, causing Anne Marie to grunt, “Don’t touch it directly. It’s too sensitive.”

“Oh my God, James. That feels fantastic.”

The more I massaged, the more frantically she squirmed.

Suddenly, her squirming stopped as her body stiffened, and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

I held her tightly as her body trembled through her orgasm.

Her body slowly relaxed until she lay against me with a contented smile on her face.

“Thank you, James. That was wonderful.”

Tentatively, she continued, “You said that you wanted to taste me. You can if you still want to, my love.”

“Are you sure, babe?”

As I slowly moved from behind her, I made sure she was comfortably leaning against the corner of the van. Moving between her splayed legs, I noticed the musky smell of her excitement getting stronger. I also saw that not only was her vagina glistening, but her upper thighs were also wet.

‘Oh my, she’s really wet. I wonder what it’s going to taste like.’

I moved closer, tentatively ran a finger across her vagina, and tasted it.

‘That’s an interesting taste.’

I moved my mouth closer and used my tongue to lick one of the lips and then the other.

“This tastes wonderful!”

I continued licking all over, enjoying the taste of her fluid.

My licking started to affect Anne Marie as she started to squirm.

In addition to her squirming, her vagina started generating more liquids, which I greedily lapped up.

The more I licked, the more she squirmed, the more her vaginal lips swelled, and the more fluids were generated.

Remembering that I shouldn’t touch her clitoris, I ran my tongue in circles around it. As I did, Anne Marie started moaning, and her squirms intensified. I had to wrap my arms around her thighs so that I’d be able to keep licking.

It was tough to hold on as her squirming intensified. Her moans also increased in volume, and her hips were almost bucking as I continued licking.

Suddenly her thighs gripped my head like a vice. So much liquid flowed from her vagina that I gagged as I fought to breathe.

As her thighs relaxed, I scampered to hold her as her orgasm subsided.

After several minutes, her eyes opened.

With a dreamy look on her face, Anne Marie said, “Oh my God, James. I thought that last night was spectacular. What you just did surpassed that a thousand times. I’ve never had such an intense orgasm.”

“You're welcome, babe. It certainly was a challenge to hold on through it. I hope that I didn’t bruise you.”

“I don’t care. A sensation like that is worth anything, my love. If it’s okay with you, I like to lie here in your arms, savouring the moment.”

“No problem, babe. I’m happy to take as much time as you want. I’m enjoying lying here with you too.”

As we lay there, Anne Marie’s breathing slowed, and I sensed that she’d fallen asleep.

I let her sleep for about twenty minutes before I gently kissed her cheek a few times to wake her.

Waking, she said, “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yes, babe. You did.”

With a smile, I continued, “You realized that you’ve slept with me, don’t you?”

Seeing her shocked face, I continued, “It’s a technicality because it’s really that you fell asleep with me. In actual fact, we haven’t slept together because I haven’t slept with you yet, babe.”

“Oh, you!” Anne Marie exclaimed.

“Mind you, James,” she continued, staring me in the eyes. “I think that I do want to do that at some point.”

“I do too, babe. We’ll do it when we’re ready to do it and not before.”

She smiled at me as she stretched and said, “I think that we’d better get home, my love. I want to spend more time with you, but I don’t think that I should.”

“I agree with you, babe. I think that I can control myself, but it wouldn’t take much for me to lose that self-control.”

After we’d dressed, I hugged her and said, “Babe, if you did anything now, I think that I’d lose it, and we’d do something that we’d enjoy but might regret.”

As I stopped in front of Anne Marie’s house, she said, “My love, thank you for so many things.”

“What do you mean?”

“Thank you for helping me find a dress. Thank you for my first orgasm. Thank you for your oral orgasm. Thank you for holding me. Thank you for your restraint. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! I love you, my love.”

“No problem, babe. I love making you feel good. As for my restraint, we got lucky. I was so close, babe.”

“James, I’m glad that you had the restraint. If you had started anything, my love, it would have been consensual. And, as you said, while we might have enjoyed it, we might have regretted it.”

Anne Marie said, as she got out of the van, “Do you want to come to dinner with my mom and dad tomorrow?”

“I’d love to, babe. Are you sure that you want to do the parent thing? What if your dad asks me awkward questions? I’m not sure that I can handle that. I don’t want to lie.”

“I don’t want you to lie. I’ll try to intervene with innocuous answers when I can. But you will be on your own at times. I trust you not to say anything inappropriate. But, if you do, we’ll deal with it together, my love.”

“What time should I come over?”

“I’ll check with my mom and call you tomorrow morning.”

Chapter 8

The next morning Anne Marie called and said, “My mom said to come over at 5:00. Both mom and dad, but especially mom, are thrilled that you’re coming. She even promised not to talk about school for the whole evening.”

“Haha. I’ll see you at 5:00. Oh, what did they think about the dress?”

“They loved it. My dad, who never says anything about clothes, told me that it was stunning.”

“He even joked that if I was going to the dance with anyone but you, he wouldn’t let me go. He said that he would be afraid that their hands would be all over me.”

“When I questioned him as to why he did think that your hands wouldn’t be all over me, he blushed and said, I like James a lot and trust him to treat you as a lady.”

“Both of them were very surprised when I said that you had gone shopping with me and that you found the dress.”

“My mom gave my dad a hard time about never wanting to go clothes shopping with her.”

Chuckling, I said, “I’ll see you at 5:00, babe.”

Dinner went very well. Everyone chatted comfortably for the whole evening.

I left just after 9:30. Anne Marie came out with me.

“That was fun,” I said.

“I agree. Mom and Dad were on their best behaviour.”

Seeing her shiver, I said, “Come out to the van with me so you can stay warm while we talk.”

Turning on the engine to get some heat, I said, “It’ll only take a few minutes to warm up.”

“The other advantage of being here is that we have some privacy. I trust my mom and dad not to eavesdrop, but they’re so curious about us.”

“On top of that,” I said, “I couldn’t kiss you the way that I wanted to standing at the door.”

Leaning over, we kissed long and passionately.

When we broke, Anne Marie said, “Mmmmmmm. I wish we could get in the back, but I don’t think it would be good to do while we’re sitting in my driveway.”

“Haha. I agree with you. Your mom and dad would really grill you if we did.”

“Sleep well, Anne Marie. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“You too, my love.”

Chapter 9

The week passed quickly.

At Friday’s lunch, Anne Marie said, “I can’t be with you this evening. My dad volunteered me to prepare sandwiches for his office party tomorrow night. I have to go to his office and work with some of the staff. Sorry, my love.”

“It’s okay, babe. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not seeing you tonight will make seeing you tomorrow night even better.”

Getting up when the bell rang, we kissed and went our separate ways.

Spending the evening with my parents was, unlike pre-Anne Marie, enjoyable. I guess having a close girlfriend made me appreciate their situation.

Looking over at Anne Marie’s when I went to bed just after 11:00, I saw that her light was on. A moment later, I saw her in the window. She waved at me, and I returned it.

She backed away from the window and quickly pulled off her shirt, then her jeans and her bra and panties. Following her lead, I quickly got undressed too.

She then surprised me by pulling her desk chair over, so she was sitting facing the window.

I looked around and pulled my desk chair over too.

As she started rubbing her crotch, I started fondling my cock.

While I couldn’t see any details, I could easily imagine how her body was reacting. With those images, I was soon erect.

I stroked as she rubbed and thought, ‘Damn! I wish that I was beside her so I could see, hear, and smell her.’

Watching her while I continued to stroke, I saw her draw her knees up to her chest as she reached into a pocket on the side of her chair.

I couldn’t see what she took out. She moved whatever it was towards her crotch. After a few seconds, I figured it out.

‘Oh my God! She has a dildo, and she’s going to use it.’

She slowly inserted it and began moving it in and out of her vagina.

Even though I couldn’t see any details, seeing her do it was too much. My hips thrust up out of the chair, and cum shot out of my shaft. It happened twice more as my orgasm ran its course.

Looking over at Anne Marie, I saw that she was still using the dildo, though her head was violently turning from side to side.

On one inward thrust, her face contorted, and her body froze.

‘She came. I’m so glad she came. I have to talk to her about that dildo.’

Wiping my cum off my stomach, I went to bed and slept solidly.

Chapter 10

Saturday went by in a blur.

I called Anne Marie around 3:00, “Hi babe. Are you still okay with me picking you up around 6:30?”

“Yeah, love. That sounds good. I’ll have a light meal around 4:30 and then start to get ready.”

I chuckled. “I don’t need quite that amount of time to get ready.”

“I know, James. You guys are lucky that way.”

“That being said, I know that I’m going to appreciate the results of all your efforts. See you at 6:30.”

I arrived just before 6:30. Mr. Clarke answered the doorbell and said, “Good evening, James. You look sharp, son.”

“Oh my!” said Ms. Clarke when she arrived at the door. “You’re looking very good, James.”

“Thank you, both,” I said nervously.

“Oh my!” I exclaimed as I saw Anne Marie coming down the stairs.

“I know that the dress looked good on you, Anne Marie. But you look even better than you did in the store. You look absolutely spectacular!”

“Thank you,” she said, blushing.

I stepped forward and pinned the corsage I’d bought for her to the dress.

“Thank you, James. It’s beautiful.”

Mr. Clarke said, “Stand together, you two. I want a picture of the handsome couple.”

Putting my arm around Anne Marie’s waist, I hugged her close as Mr. Clarke took a couple of pictures of us.

“Have fun tonight,” Ms. Clarke said with a smile. “If we’re not up when you get home, you can tell us all about it tomorrow.”

“Thanks Mom. I’m sure that we’ll have fun.”

I took Anne Marie’s hand as we went out the door. I got her into the van and said, as I got into the van, “You look fabulous, Anne Marie.”

“So do you, my love.”

The dance was fantastic. We were on the floor for the whole evening. I especially enjoyed the slow dances when Anne Marie melted into my body. While the chaperones looked at us a couple of times, they didn’t break us apart as they did to many other couples.

At the end of the dance, we went back to the van.

After getting Anne Marie in, I got in and said, “That was a lot of fun. Do you want something to eat, babe?”

“It was a lot of fun. I don’t think that I’ve ever danced as much at any school dance. I’m not really hungry. I am hyper, though. Do you want to have some fun on Stagecoach Road? That would probably get rid of my hyperness.”

“Sure. I’m all for spending more time with you, babe.”

As I parked in our spot at about 11:00, I said, “You introduced something new last night, babe.”

“I did, didn’t I,” she said with a chuckle. “What did you think?”

“It was a surprise, a very nice surprise. When did you get it?”

“I got it Thursday after school. Janet mentioned that she was using one and really enjoying it. I got her to get me one.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I tried it out in the bathroom on Thursday before bed. It was fantastic. I had to show you, so I introduced it last night.”

“You didn’t bring it tonight, did you?”

“No, silly. It wouldn’t fit in my little clutch.”

“Aw, I would have loved to see you using it up close.”

“And I want you to see, my love. Have some patience. It will happen.”

“What do you want to do tonight?”

“Can I use my hand on you?” Anne Marie asked.

“Sure. Would it be okay if I used my mouth on you?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Anne Marie said with a big smile.

Before getting into the back of the van, Anne Marie said, “Could you unzip me, please? I love this dress, but I can’t undo the zipper by myself. Mom had to help me do it up.”

Looking around, she continued, “It will be easier to take it off out here than in the van.”

“I hope that you don’t think I was being presumptuous, but I put a few hangers in the back so we could hang up your dress and my tux.”

“Good thinking, my love.”

Putting our clothes on hangers, we climbed into the back in our underwear.

“Is it okay if I go first, my love?” Anne Marie said.

“Sure,” I said excitedly.

“Are you okay to try something different?”

“I think so. What do you have in mind?”

“I’ve been doing some reading in the library. One of the books I read said that blindfolding someone increases the sensory feeling of the sex act. It explained that removing the visual sense heightens the sense of touch. Would you be okay if I was blindfolded while you used your mouth?”

“That sounds kinky, but I trust you, so okay. Let’s try it.”

Anne Marie stripped off her bra and panties and crawled over to the corner. She pulled a blindfold out of her clutch and tied it around her head so she couldn’t see. I crawled over to where she was and lay on my stomach in front of her spread legs.

‘My, my. She’s excited. Her lips are already swollen.’

I lightly kissed and licked both her inner thighs. I also blew lightly on her moist lips.

Using my fingers, I gently spread her outer lips to reveal her glistening inner lips and vaginal opening. Holding them apart, I licked the juices from them.

As I did, Anne Marie trembled and softly groaned.

My licking continued generating more liquid. It also caused more trembling and louder groans.

Based on the last time, I moved my tongue around her clitoris rather than massaging it.

“Oh my God, James. Keep doing that. It feels so good.”

I wrapped my arms around her thighs so her trembling wouldn’t take my tongue away from its task.

Anne Marie’s hips began to move as I sensed her orgasm building.

Suddenly, her thighs clamped together, squeezing my head between them. A small flood emanated from her vagina, filling my mouth.

Fortunately, my tongue could continue to lick. As it did, her trembling continued. To see if I could give her a second orgasm, I took her clitoris between my lips and sucked.

As soon as I did, Anne Marie’s hips twisted, and she emitted a loud groan. Thankfully, my arms were tightly holding her thighs, and I rolled with her.

“Stop, James. Please stop. The feeling is too intense. Oh my God. That was something beyond fantastic.”

As soon as I could, I scampered up and wrapped my arms around her.

“Thanks, James. My first orgasm was wonderful, but, before it finished, you pushed me over the top a second time. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“You’re welcome, babe. I’m glad it was pleasurable.”

Anne Marie cuddled into me and purred contentedly.

“James, my love, I have a question for you.”

“What is it, babe?”

“I’ve been thinking, my love. I feel that I’m ready, but I want to make sure that you are.”

“Ready for what, babe?”

“I think, uhm, I think that I’m, uhm, that I’m ready for intercourse.”

Looking at her shocked, I said tentatively, “Intercourse, babe. Are you sure?”

“I think so, my love. I think so.”

Looking at her seriously, I said, “I’ve been fantasizing about it, babe. But I didn’t want to push it. Watching you last night, I imagined that it was me rather than the dildo.”

“I also imagined that it was you,” she said, grinning.

“But we can’t do it tonight. I don’t have any protection.

“I do,” Anne Marie said, smiling. “I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of weeks and wanted to be prepared. I didn’t want us to arrive at the decision and not be able to do it because it was a surprise for you. I’m sorry, love. Don’t think that I decided without you. It’s, uhm, it’s just that I wanted, unh, to make sure it could happen.”

“Babe, it’s okay. I’m happy that you are an independent woman who can take matters into her own hands. It’s one of the reasons that I love you, babe.”

“You’re so cute, my love. You always seem to know what to say.”

“I try, babe. I try.”

“That does leave, as you said before, the elephant in the room.”

“What do you mean?”

She looked at me with a ‘think about it’ look.

“Oh,” I said. “That elephant”

I hugged Anne Maria and said, “Babe, are you sure? I hope that you don’t mind me saying that you don’t sound totally convinced.”

“My love, we’ve shared some fantastic times in the back of this van. I’ve had orgasms like I’ve never had before. I trust you explicitly, and I’d do anything for you with no questions asked.”

“If we were five years older, I’d be asking you to live with me or marry me, my love.”

Shocked, I looked at her. “Babe, I trust you explicitly too. I’m there too.”

I kept hugging her and thought, ‘My God. Anne Marie is totally committed to us. I don’t deserve someone like her.’

“Anne Marie,” I said tenderly, “if you want to, I really want to make love to you. It’s just that it’s a really big step.”

“I know, my love. I’m ready to take it if you are too.”

Looking into her eyes, I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Our kissing grew in passion as we began to fondle each other’s bodies.

Feeling my erection, Anne Marie broke from our kissing. Reaching into her clutch, she took out a small square package.

“I’m sorry to stop right now, my love. Here’s the condom. It’s extra protection because I’m on the pill, and I’m not at a highly fertile time of my cycle.”

Anne Marie helped me to roll the condom on my shaft.

“It sure feels different,” she said with a smile.

Looking back at me, she leaned forward, and we began kissing and fondling again.

My fondling got closer and closer to her vagina.

Slipping a finger between her lips, I found her wet. Moving the finger in and out elicited a low moan from Anne Marie.

Pushing her backward slowly, she was soon on her back with me, still kissing her, lying on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my thighs. She took my cock in her right hand and moved it toward her vagina.

She gently rubbed the tip of my condom-encased cock along the lips of her vagina. As she gently started to push it into her vagina, she said, “Please go slowly, my love. Other than my fingers, the only thing that’s gone in there was the dildo yesterday, and you seem bigger than it.”

“Yes, babe. I will.”

Feeling Anne Marie let go of my cock, I pressed forward a little. Feeling resistance, I stopped.

A few moments later, I pushed forward a little more. Again, feeling resistance, I stopped.

Feeling that the head of my cock was fully in, I pulled back a little. I pushed in and pulled back that inch of my cock in Anne Marie’s vagina. Sensing the resistance was lessening, I pushed in a little further.

After a few minutes, I realized that I was fully in when I felt my pubic bone bump Anne Marie’s.

I looked into her eyes and saw a look of excitement on her face.

“We did it, babe. I’m fully in.”

“My love, it felt different. It felt like I was slowly being filled with something. I felt an immense sense of pleasure and tingling. It felt good.”

I slowly pulled out and then pushed in again. As I did, she got wetter, which allowed me to move more quickly.

I was soon moving in and out at a steady pace. It felt so good.

Anne Marie soon began to squirm as I moved in and out.

I felt the tingle that signals the start of my orgasm as she did.

Not wanting to rush it, I slowed down the pace of my thrusts.

I saw a look of concern on Anne Marie’s face as she said, “What’s wrong, my love? Why are you slowing down?”

“Babe, I don’t want to rush the feeling. I’m starting to feel my orgasm build, and I didn’t want it to happen too quickly. I want you to enjoy the feeling too.”

Anne Marie smiled and said, “Thank you, love. Regardless of what happens, I will enjoy it.”

“Are you open to trying something, babe?”

“What do you think, my love? What do you have in mind?”

“One of the books I read said that a man’s orgasm can be slowed somewhat if the woman is on top rather than the man. It also said that the experience can be better for the woman because she controls her movements to ensure maximum stimulation.”

“Oh! I like the sound of that. How do we do this?”

“I lie on my back, and you, on your knees, straddle my hips. You then impale yourself on my cock and lower and raise yourself on it.”

“That sounds straightforward.”

I got on my back, and Anne Marie threw her right leg over my thighs.

‘My God! She’s gorgeous. Straddling my thighs like that, her glistening, swollen lips are fully visible. She’s so excited that her nipples are fully erect, and her chest is flushed.”

She waddled forward on her knees until she was straddling my hips.

Reaching behind her, she grabbed my cock and moved it, so it was positioned just below her vagina.

Slowly sitting back, she impaled herself on it until she was sitting on my hips.

With a look of pure joy on her face, she exhaled, “Oh my. Oh my! That feels so wonderful.”

A moment later, she started to move up and down on my shaft.

As she did, she leaned forward until she said, “There! That’s the spot.”

From that point on, every time she impaled herself, her face grimaced slightly.

‘She must be hitting her clitoris. She’s having fun with this.’

Watching her grimace as she impaled herself on my cock was extremely erotic, and I started to feel the tingle start to slowly build.

‘It’s so wonderful watching her orgasm building.’

The grimacing increased from just her mouth to her mouth and eyes.

As it spread across her face, my tingling increased to match its spread.

My hips began bucking as her entire face was contorting with each thrust.

On one thrust, Anne Marie didn’t go back up as her mouth opened in a silent scream.

She fell forward onto my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her trembling body.

My hips continued bucking until my orgasm washed over me as I came once, twice, and a third time.

We lay there trembling for several minutes.

Anne Marie raised her head from my chest and, smiling, said contentedly, “Thank you, my love. That was just nice. That was exquisite. What a wonderful introduction to intercourse.”

“I love you, Anne Marie. I am so happy to have lost my virginity to you. You made the experience so memorable.”

“I agree with you, James. I’m also happy to have given my virginity to you. I’ll remember this experience forever.”

Lying there, I suddenly thought, ‘I should pull out of Anne Marie. If I soften, some sperm might leak out. I don’t think that I’d be unhappy to have a child with her, but we both have educations to get before we have children. I don’t even know if she wants to have children.’

I shrugged my hips and felt my cock slip out of her.

We lay there contentedly for a while until I said, “Babe, we better get dressed and get home. I don’t want to stop hugging you, but I think that we’d better.”

“I agree with you, my love. This has been a heavenly time.”

We disengaged and got dressed. As I zipped up her dress for her, I nuzzled her neck as I said, “I love you, Anne Marie. I’m so happy that you make me better than I am by myself.”

My nuzzling elicited a low moan from Anne Marie as she said, “You should stop, my love. If you keep it up, I’m going to want you again.”

“Okay, babe. I’ll stop. But only because you asked me to.”

I drove Anne Marie home and walked her to the front door.

After a long, steamy kiss, she let herself in, leaving me on the front step.