Marie, My First

Sorry this is so long. Marie, 16, lived across the street from Ross and next to me. One of her second floor bedroom windows faced my front yard and the other, one of a pair of that looked like two rectangular eyes over a shallow pitched front porch roof, faced his house. She had very dark brown, straight hair, parted down the middle so that each half of it fell to just below her shoulder line. It framed an ovalish lightly freckled face that contained dark blue eyes, a small nose that neither drooped nor pointed up, and a small mouth but with the most inviting pair of full lips. The top of her head was at or just below my shoulder and, as of the previous summer when less clothing revealed more of her body, her figure was a bit boyish with no pronounced cut in at the waist but her breasts were obvious and slowly gaining altitude. She paid us a visit at his front porch in late February. It was evening and after dark like it always is that time of year. I was sure as soon as she left it would mean a trip to the shed for another jackoff buddy session. The conversation was the usual school stuff until she asked about what we were doing when we went in the back yard. I could feel my face start to burn in guilt and embarrassment. Almost in shock, I looked at Ross and he had a slight grin on his face. Marie saw this too and in a half laugh asked, What? I turned to look at her house and I could see that only a few leafless tree branches from a maple on her tree lawn obstructed the view from her bedroom window to the porch. She must have been watching us with her room lights turned off. He told her if she went on into the back yard with him he would show her. She agreed in a daring sort of way. He told me to stay up front in case her parents came out looking for her. It wasn't that late so there was very little chance they would and they didn't. After a long while he came out alone, walked up to me and said it was my turn. MY turn? I got harder with every step I took toward the gate and then to the shed in the back of the house. There was enough light from neighbors porch lights and overhead clouds reflecting city street lights that I could see more than just a silhouette of her standing just outside the left shed door. When I boner-walked up to her I could see a few dark lines of what was probably Ross's man goo midway down her winter coat just left of the zipper. She told me she wanted to do to me what Ross and I did to ourselves in there (sneaky bastard liar Ross) and asked me to go in first. Hard. Once inside the dark shed I asked her if she really wanted to do this and she said she REALLY wanted to do this. I took my usual position against my favorite open wall beam, undid my coat, fly, and pants. My cock was pounding in anticipation. Now, I didn't want to do or say anything that might curb her enthusiasm but, in as much as she was about to be my first and was about to do me a tremendous favor by getting me off, I felt I had to be a nice guy. I reached into my briefs and wiped up all of the precum I could with my palm and fingers then wiped it on my pants. I quietly told her I leaked and explained what that meant. She said okay. She used my forearm to steady herself as she knelt in front of me. Again, hoping not to curb her enthusiasm, I told her that I shot pretty far and being to the side would keep her from getting all messy. She said okay and shifted to my right. Next, and now maybe she was worried about curbing my enthusiasm, she said she wasn't going to put it in her mouth again. Again? Ross got her to put IT in her mouth!? I already knew about blowjobs because I was roaming in the gully once and snuck up and saw Chester, yeah the same Chester, with a girl named Harriet kneeling in front of him and giving him what I found out later was a blowjob. In the same instant she said again and it clicked, I had a mental picture of Marie, gripping the base of Ross cock with her thumb and forefinger, her luscious lips wrapped around it and moving her head back and forth making half of it disappear and reappear with her mouth. My body stiffened. I pulled down my briefs and indicated I was ready. Her warm, soft right hand lightly landed well to the right of my throbbing, jumping dick, half on my shirt and half on bare skin. I involuntarily twitched at this first touch then did another quick precum wipe. Feeling her way slowly toward it was driving me insane. When she found my cock it sent a shock through my entire body. She felt around as if measuring it, shaft, balls, head . . . She pulled her hand off when she felt the pre. I informed her that that was the leaking I talked about and I wiped it with my hand again. She must've wiped hers too and eventually returned her hand to my cock and started. Slowly, with light pressure, and stopping just short of the crown of the head as if to calibrate her precum-avoiding distance, she stroked me. It would only be a few glorious minutes, if that, as the heaviness and tingle of the build up to ejaculation in my dick were at almost at a fever pitch. I reached over and, after finding her hair draped winter coat shoulder, instinctively started petting her shoulder then her hair. She let out a weak moan as my hand passed over her ear letting her hair glide between my fingers. She placed her left hand on my outer panted thigh then increased her pressure and frequency. The sound of Tick, tick, tick started with her rhythm as my precum, coating the cock skin bunched up the base of the crown, on the forward stroke was pulled back by each down stroke. Breathing very short and shallow I was sexually on fire. I avoided thrusting my hips to fuck her hand as I got close to bursting for fear that the feel of precum would make her stop like before. As much as I wanted this to last all night I soon grabbed the beam to steady myself to cum. My cock head burned and I stiffened. She stopped with her hand at the base of my cock when my legs started to shudder and my cock started pulsing out semen. Thwip . . . . . thwip . . . . . plop . . . .plop . . . .plop . . plop plop as thick blobs of cum hit whatever and then the wooden floor. She got up and walked out right away while I was flushed and recovering. I was disappointed because I wanted to tell her how great it was. I recovered and put myself back together then walked out as well. She was waiting outside. I pulled out one of my cloth winter gloves, told her about the stain. She took it, wiped, and gave it back. As we walked toward the gate I quietly thanked her and told her it was great and that Id never forget it. She didn't realize how unforgettable she made herself in that handful of passing minutes. She blankly told me yeah . . . . it was . . . .different. She left to go home. It never happened again. I always kinda blamed Ross for that because he went too far by convincing her to put his cock in her mouth. But I often wondered as he and I headed toward the shed on subsequent horny evenings if she was up there, watching us in her dark room, waiting for us to go to back yard then rubbing herself to a hip bucking orgasm thinking about what we were doing. Again, sorry this is so long.