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"Summer Awakenings" Copyright © 2001 by [email protected] (John A).
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"This is so lame, dad," Billy Malloy complained from the backseat of his father's Pontiac Bonneville.

"Billy, we're not going to get into it again. Next year you're going to go away to college. This is probably the last summer vacation we'll get to go on, honey. Try to appease your old parents this last time," Billy's mother, Ann tried to mollify him.

"Bill, like your . . . " Daniel Malloy attempted to say something, but his son cut him off.

"It's not like I have any problems going on vacation with you guys, it's just that the Catskills are just totally lame. I mean, who goes there anymore? Just old people. This is the Borscht Circuit, for crying out loud."

"Billy, you brought your basketball and tennis racket and there are courts at the resort we're going to. That's all you'd be doing if we were home anyway."

"Whatever."

Billy's father sighed as he continued driving on I-84 toward the Catskill Mountains north of New York City. The family originally had plans to head to Disney World for the week, but his father had to postpone his vacation because of work, so the reservations for Florida had to be canceled. And when they finally found out when the vacation would be, it was too late to make reservations — thus the Catskills were chosen as a last minute alternative.

Billy resigned himself to his fate and turned the volume up on his walkman as they drove past the rolling hills and farmland of upstate New York.

After two days of boredom, Billy decided to check out the pool. All he'd seen down there were families with little kids and old people, but he needed something to break up the monotony of the vacation. He couldn't fathom five more days of this.

Over the previous couple of days, he'd played tennis with his father twice — winning once and losing once — shot baskets about four hours each day, and spent the remaining time lying on his bed listening to his walkman or reading. He was going out of his mind.

He was only in the pool for a couple of minutes before he noticed her. How could he not? Aside from the fact that she was the only one in the pool other than him under the age of thirty yet over the age of ten, she was stunning. Her thick, dark, wavy hair clung wetly around her neck and back. She was tall and thin and had bright, green eyes and rich full lips. She was swimming solitary laps, trying to avoid the frolicking families with their beach balls and constant splashing, aiming to concentrate solely on the task at hand. Billy edged ever closer to her, driven partly by lust and partly by the need for companionship of his own age.

She swam effortlessly, easing her arms through the pool on each stroke, the water sliding off her shoulders with metered precision. Her legs pumped smoothly, all of her body a finely tuned swimming machine. He couldn't help but be fascinated by the way she graced the water.

Billy began swimming his own laps, casting a gaze in her direction on each opposing stroke, guessing at where he thought she'd be without making it obvious that he was trying to stare at his newfound object of lust.

After finishing two laps of the pool, Billy held onto the edge of the pool in the deep end, looking around casually — well, as casually as possible — straining to locate the long legged teen. His heart sank when he realized that she was nowhere to be seen, probably having left on his last lap of the pool. He cursed himself for not approaching her and saying something sooner, but talking to girls — ones he didn't know — wasn't the easiest thing for him to do. Especially ones who looked like she did. Billy sighed and resigned himself to his solitude.

"Hey," he heard a lilting voice say, mere seconds after a rush of water splashed behind him. Billy turned, and to his great shock and amazement, the pretty girl with the swimmer's body and pouty lips was treading water along side him.

"Uh, hi," he responded a few seconds later, smiling broadly in what he could only imagine was a goofy grin. Now he was confronted with the insecurity of knowing that, instead of simply fantasizing about this girl from afar, he now had to make conversation with her.

"Here with your folks?" she asked, easily moving her arms and legs about, staying afloat effortlessly.

"Yeah, it sucks. . . . You?" Billy replied.

"Yeah. There's like no one else here our age. This place is like a retirement village or something like that," she chuckled.

"And all of these little kids around, yelling and screaming are a real pain in the ass."

She laughed. "My name's Lauren, by the way," the corners of her mouth turned upward in a smile.

"Billy," he replied. "Billy Malloy. Where are you from?"

"Bensonhurst," she answered but then noticed his quizzical expression and added, "that's in Brooklyn."

Billy nodded his understanding.

"How about you?" Lauren added.

"Barrington, Rhode Island. That's right outside of Providence," he said and then continued, chuckling, "of course, everything in Rhode Island is right outside of Providence."

Lauren went on to describe how she and her sister, her parents, and grandparents had been coming to the Catskills from New York City for as long as she could remember. This was the first year, however, that her sister, Sharon, had gotten out of it. Just finishing her freshman year at NYU, Sharon was now eighteen and according to Lauren's Bubba Agnes — her grandmother — once a Goldstein turns eighteen, they can decide whether or not they want to go up into the mountains. Lauren told him that she had one more summer to go, although was hoping that she could avoid next year's trip, since she would turn eighteen in August, and heading off to college soon after. Although, she added, she really wasn't going to take any chances of pissing Bubba off, in case the old woman decided to change the terms of her trust fund. It wasn't a large fund, but it was enough to get her through four years of college with a little extra to spare, and she wasn't about to risk it.

"Besides," she said. "The City is like a shvitz bath now, so I really don't mind the cool mountain air."

"A what?" Billy asked, his Irish Catholic upbringing having woefully unprepared him for Yiddish colloquialisms.

Lauren giggled. "Sorry. That just means it's steamy and humid as shit."

Billy laughed, thoroughly entranced by his new friend. Just as he was about to add something, Lauren splashed mightily and said, "Betcha can't catch me."

With that, Lauren pushed off from the wall of the pool and swam away with sleek powerful strokes. She was obviously a better swimmer than he was and it was going to take a strong effort by Billy if he was going to reach her, given her lead.

He strained against the water, stroking and kicking furiously, finally reaching Lauren's left foot about two-thirds of the way across the pool. She shrieked in laughter and the two of them tried to splash and dunk each other, wrestling in the water, and ignoring everyone else in the pool.

They each had a great time together; she with the cute, dark blond, lightly freckled goy from Rhode Island, and he with curly haired beauty with the funny sayings from New York, a place — aside from all of the skyscrapers — that Billy had only previously associated with the hated Yankees.

They swam and joked and splashed for the remainder of the afternoon as if they had known each other for years. Every brush against Lauren's skin by Billy made his erection grow in his swim trunks and each bit of contact by Billy against Lauren sent a chill through her.

"Shit," Billy looked up at the clock hanging on the outside of the old cedar pool house and noticed that it was already 5:35. "I told my parents that I'd be back at the villa by 5:30. They're going to be pissed."

"I need to be getting back too," Lauren added, pushing herself up onto the edge of the pool. Billy stared as he watched the water slide down her back and over her ass. When she looked back to glance at him, she giggled slightly as he tried to quickly turn away. Billy then jumped out of the pool and subconsciously puffed out his chest when he realized that Lauren was watching him.

She dried herself with her towel and walked toward the women's changing room of the pool house. This was the first that Billy got a complete look at her. She was stunning, although the terms Billy was thinking were "babe" and "hot". Lauren had beautiful flaring hips with a smallish, firm ass and smooth, muscular thighs. Around her right ankle was a thin bracelet made of coral and on the middle toe of her right foot was a little turquoise toe ring that gave her the slightest hint of "naughty" that excited him more than he could have imagined.

She exited the pool house and smiled when she saw Billy waiting for her. She looked coyly at him, expectantly, hoping that he would say something to suggest they get together again. She really enjoyed herself this afternoon, and wanted to spend more time with him. But she didn't want to make the first move. She was normally very aggressive, but with Billy she didn't want to be the pursuer, she wanted to be pursued.

Billy, for his part, was unsure of what to do. He desperately wanted to spend more time with Lauren, but creeping insecurity and self-doubt made him hesitate. He didn't have much experience with girls — his girlfriend during his junior year, Carol Haskins, had originally asked him out — and was always a bit shy around them. But he was drawn to Lauren, and fought the urge to clam up and slink away.

He could hear his heart thumping in his chest, the staccato reminder of his nervousness. He smiled weakly as they were heading out of the pool area.

"Uh, Lauren." he stammered and shifted nervously. "Would, uh, would you want to hang out in the game room later? I was wondering . . . I mean, there's not much else around here to do."

Her eyes sparkled and she bit on her lower lip at his offer. Lauren had dated somewhat frequently since she turned sixteen, the age at which her parents first allowed her to go out with boys. But all of the boys she had dated so similar, so like her and her family. So Jewish. And Billy was the diametric opposite. With his sandy hair and light complexion, he painted such an opposing portrait of the sameness she was used to in her day to day life. Not to mention, she thought lasciviously, eyeing him as they walked the path toward the villas, he was cute as hell.

"I'd love to, Billy," she said quickly. Perhaps a little too quickly, she admonished herself, before dismissing her own insecurities. "How does eight sound?"

"Great," he exclaimed. "Um, I'll see you there," he replied nervously as the two parted company, heading off in opposite direction to their own villas.

Billy bounded back to his parents' villa, floating on the adrenaline of having a date with a total babe like Lauren, he thought.

Lauren, too, was excited, though more muted in her reaction than the usually emotional Billy. She smiled to herself as she began wondering when they were going to hold hands or when they were going to kiss. Her grin went from ear to ear and hardly went unnoticed by her parents and grandparents in their three-bedroom villa suite.

"Nu, Lauren," her grandmother said to her in a thick Yiddish accent. "Vhy do you look like the cat vhat ate the canary?"

"Oh, Bubba," Lauren smiled and glided across the room to join the older woman on the sofa. "I had a great afternoon. I met a new friend by the pool and we had a lot of fun."

"So this boy — it's obviously a boy — is he a nice Jewish boy?"

"Well . . . not exactly," she hesitated.

"Vhat not exactly? Is he not exactly a nice boy or not exactly a Jewish boy?"

Lauren stammered. "He's, uh, not exactly a Jewish boy. He's Irish and Catholic."

Lauren's grandmother laughed. "That's ok, dear. You're not going to marry him. Just don't tell your grandfather. Vhen I vas young, I vas sweet on a Greek boy from the neighborhood. He had thick, black hair all across his body. He vas so adorable. Oy, vhat a mensch. Now, don't tell your grandfather that either," she chuckled.

"Vhat's so funny over there?" Lauren's grandfather said.

"Just some girl talk. Nothing you'd be interested in Avram."

After she and her family returned from dinner, Lauren excused herself to go down to the game room to meet Billy. Just as she was about to leave, her grandfather pulled her aside.

"So, this boy you're meeting. He's not Jewish, is he?"

"How did you know?" Lauren asked, looking at the ground, shaking her head. She was amazed that her grandparents seemed to have this sixth sense, this talent, for sniffing out goyim.

"Vhat, I'm a big schlameel?" he laughed and then said quietly. "Actually your dad told me. Don't worry about it sweetheart. Just . . . don't tell your grandmother. You know how that woman gets about things like that."

Lauren laughed halfway down the hill before her thoughts returned to meeting Billy. Before leaving, she had internally debated what she was going to wear for about twenty minutes before finally settling on a pair of jeans and a fairly tight black knit shirt that she felt accentuated her figure without revealing too much. She wanted to look good, but not too good.

She entered the nearly empty game room, a large expansive space with pool tables, shuffleboard courts, ping pong tables, indoor bocce, and one of those ubiquitous large, tube-like structures for little kids like you'd find in a McDonald's playland.

Billy was playing on one of the shuffleboard courts, absentmindedly sending the quakes across the court, darting his eyes between the door and the clock, awaiting Lauren's arrival, and secretly fearing that she wasn't going to show.

She noticed him first, seeing him dressed in an Adidas t-shirt and jeans, standing in the room tall and lean. She thought he was adorable.

He looked up, and as he was waving at Lauren, he lost control of the shuffleboard rod, sending it hurtling across the floor, causing a clatter heard throughout the entire building that was only eclipsed in magnitude by the sheer embarrassment he felt at the moment. Lauren giggled as she approached, her only thought that his awkwardness made him even cuter. Billy, on the other hand, was sure that she thought he was a geek and wouldn't want anything to do with him.

"Hey," she smiled, picking up the rod and handing it to him. "How was dinner?"

He smiled weakly, still slightly embarrassed by his clumsiness. "Not too bad. We went to some Italian place in town. It was pretty good. Where did you guys go?"

"A steakhouse. It was ok, I guess," she shrugged. "I swear, my grandfather can't go four hours without red meat. It's amazing his heart hasn't sued him for non support. . . . So what do you feel like doing?"

"I don't know," Billy fidgeted. "Most of this stuff is kinda lame. We can play some shuffleboard or pool. There's bocce back there, but I have no idea how to play. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm just glad that there aren't too many people around. I don't know what's worse, all the kids running around or the geriatrics . . . whatever you feel like doing it ok with me."

"I don't care. My grandfather taught me how to play bocce a long time ago. When I was a little girl, he used to take me and my sister to someplace in Queens where a bunch of old men used to have tournaments. But I don't remember how to play anymore. Let's just play this for now."

Lauren grabbed a rod and took a sideways glance at Billy's butt as he bent over to set up the quakes to play shuffleboard. They each had a great time, despite not having any discernable talent for the game. Billy soon discovered, much to his pleasure, that Lauren was a toucher, bumping against him while laughing or touching his arm while making a point about something. Her disarming nature put him at ease and he couldn't believe how great a time he was having. In addition to how pretty he thought she was, he also got along fantastically with her. They had the same tastes in music and movies and their night flew along faster than either of them hoped. Before they realized it, it was already ten o'clock and the attendant informed them and the few others still in there that he had to lock up.

"So, does your family come up here every summer?" he asked as they were leaving the main building.

"Yeah, pretty much. They like the big villas. We can get a three bedroom so my parents can have a room, my grandparents can and my sister and I can . . . although this year Sharon couldn't come."

"She should go to the doctor and have that checked," Billy grinned and then realized that his double entendre might not go over too well with someone he really didn't know all too well.

Lauren scrunched her eyebrows for a second or two before bursting out into laughter, swatting playfully at Billy's arm. He grinned and relaxed.

"You naughty boy," she said slowly and in a slightly deeper voice. "I'm going to have to watch out for you, I think." Lauren winked as they continued walking up toward the villas.

"I, uh . . . I had a great time tonight, Lauren," Billy cleared his throat as they headed up the hill toward their villas, the cool night air raising the hair on his arms and sending a chill though him.

"Me too," she smiled and looked into his blue eyes.

They each wanted to say something — anything — but nervousness was taking command of their ability to speak. Finally, after about a minute of uncomfortable silence, Lauren stumbled on a crack in the path. Billy instinctively reached out for her and caught her by the arm. She blushed and apologized for her awkwardness, brushing her arm against his. Billy swallowed hard, and grazed the back of his hand against hers. Finally, as if they dismissed their fears and insecurities at the same time, they reached out for each other's hand, clasping tenderly, and smiled at the mutual acceptance.

They walked to the villas, still in silence, but now it was the silence of mutual contentedness — during which no words need be spoken — each happy with the progression of their friendship.

Billy walked Lauren to her Villa, and before he gave it too much thought and dissuaded himself from it, he leaned over and gave Lauren a quick, furtive kiss on the lips. Their mouths were closed, and it was all quite chaste, but to each of the teens it felt like heaven. A first kiss is always electric, magical; an explosion of sight and sound and taste. Nothing can flame the passions like crossing the breech and venturing forward for that first, special, meeting of lips.

Lauren smiled broadly and squeezed his hand and Billy felt as if he were on top of the world.

"So Lauren, are you, uh, doing anything tomorrow?"

"My grandparents want to take me somewhere in the morning. A place that they used to go to years ago. It's going to suck big time, but I can't get out of it," she frowned, then looked up hopefully. "Are you going to be around in the afternoon?"

"Yeah," he answered quickly, barely allowing her to finish her question. "You want to go swimming or something?"

"Sure, swimming . . . or something," she grinned coyly. "Maybe about one?"

"Cool, can't wait. See you tomorrow."

Just as he was about to turn to head toward his villa, Lauren tugged at the front of his shirt and turned him to face her. She stood on her toes and leaned in to kiss him. This time they parted their lips and hesitantly ventured their tongues toward the other's, setting off sparks at the instant of contact. After about a minute, Billy tried to separate from contact with Lauren's body before she discovered the evidence of his excitement. He wasn't successful, though as Lauren bit her lower lip and grinned knowingly, her eyes glowing at Billy's predicament.

"See you tomorrow, Billy," she said liltingly, almost ethereally, before entering the outer door to her villa.

Billy walked toward his own villa and entered it, pleased that his parents were still down at the nightclub. He quickly went into his bedroom and stripped, freeing his tumescence from the confines of his jeans. He clutched himself firmly and stroked furiously, thinking about Lauren: her thick, dark hair, the soft, subtle curve of her ass, the pretty way her mouth upturned when she smiled, the swell of her breasts. Just a dozen strokes later, he exploded all over his hand and stomach.

"But Dan, we're on vacation," Ann Malloy said.

"Exactly honey," Billy heard his father say. "So if Billy wants to sleep late, let him. It's not as if we have anything planned today. If he gets up in time, I thought we'd play some tennis, but if he doesn't it's no big deal."

Billy stumbled out of his room wearing the T-shirt he had on last night, groggily wiping his eyes. "You know, I think it's much more effective waking me up by arguing about not waking me up than actually waking me up."

Billy's mother smiled and shook her head as she went into the villa's kitchen to make breakfast. Billy's father walked into the living room and flipped on the TV. "So, Bill, who was that cute girl you were with last night?"

"How do you know what she looked like?" Billy asked.

"On the way from the nightclub to the lounge, your mom and I took a peek in the game room. She was really pretty. What's her name?"

Billy grinned. "Lauren. We had a good time."

"It sure looked like it to me . . . you two couldn't stop touching each other. It was cute."

"Ok, do you have a point here, or is my embarrassment enough?" Billy joked and his dad laughed.

"Actually I do have a point," Daniel paused, taking a deep breath. "I know we've talked about sex before Bill, but you're getting older and getting to that age where it's always on your mind."

"No," Billy denied weakly, his face turning redder with each second that passed.

His father chuckled. "Bill, trust me, I remember what it's like to be seventeen years old. It was a long time ago, but I remember. . . . And I know how these vacation romances can be. I remember when I was just about your age, your grandparents took us to the Cape one summer. I met the cutest little redhead from North Carolina . . . immediately fell in love, got into a situation I was not fully prepared for — if you know what I mean — and the girl and I ended up holding our breath for the next month. I don't want that happening to you."

"Dad," Billy interrupted, "I don't think that it's going to be that way with me and Lauren. I mean, she's hot and all, but I really don't think anything's going to happen."

"Maybe nothing will. But if something does, I want you to be ready. These things happen quickly and being away from home seems to let people be a little freer with their activities . . . kind of like freshman year in college. Sometimes something spontaneous will happen and you don't really expect it. So, go get washed and dressed and we'll tell your mother that we're going to play some tennis and I'll drive you into town and get you some condoms."

"Dad . . . "

"No, Billy. I know you're a little embarrassed talking about this with me, but it's better to be cautious. Maybe you won't need them, but if you do you'll breathe easier if you're prepared, and she will too . . . and I will too," his father kidded.

Billy showered and then went into his room and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, ostensibly to play tennis, and he reflected on his father's words. He thought of kissing Lauren the night before and how she felt in his arms, and the thought of having sex with her didn't seem as remote as it first did. Then he chuckled at his father's words of advice and thought that he was pretty cool for a balding, slightly paunchy, middle-aged professor of archaeology.

Billy and his father got back to their villa just in time for him to change into his swimsuit and head down to the pool in time to meet Lauren for their one o'clock swim date. Lauren was lying on a chaise lounge by the pool looking beautiful to Billy. She was wearing a different bathing suit today — a tan two piece bikini that accented her body in all of the right places. Billy breathed deeply as he grinned at the thought that this was the girl he was going to spend the day with.

"Hey Lauren," he sat down on the chair next to her and smiled.

She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun and smiled at the lean blond boy. "Hey you."

Billy wracked his brain for something clever to say, but everything he came up with just sounded stupid to him. "Umm, how was your morning?"

Lauren sat up and leaned in to kiss him quickly on the lips. "Lame . . . but it just got better."

She pounced up, her breasts bouncing slightly in her bikini top and dove gracefully into the pool. Billy smiled at her movements and dove in after her — less gracefully, though.

They swam and splashed and played, much as they did yesterday except with more touching, for about two hours, until the pool was so full of kids that they could hardly move. Getting out and drying off, Billy threw on a T-shirt and Lauren went into the changing room to put on a light blue tank top and jean shorts. Billy had never seen anything as sexy as Lauren was right now.

"What do you feel like doing?" Lauren asked. "It's not even three thirty."

"I don't know. . . . Feel like going for a walk?"

"Yeah, that sounds great," Lauren said, taking him by the hand as they walked out of the pool area.

For the next few minutes they wandered around the grounds of the complex before settling on hiking up a hilly trail that was used in the wintertime as a ski slope. After they reached the summit — albeit not very high — Billy laid out the two beach towels on the ground and sat down, offering his hand to Lauren.

She giggled slightly as Billy pulled her atop him. They stared into each other's eyes for the briefest of moments before hungrily joining their lips together. Billy hesitatingly inched his tongue forward and was countered by Lauren sucking it into her mouth. They could both feel Billy's erection pressing against his shorts, but unlike the night before he made no attempt to hide it.

Lauren was awash in feelings of happiness and desire as she lay on top of her cute, blond new boyfriend. Yes, she thought, I guess he is a boyfriend, even if it's only temporary.

Billy squeezed Lauren's ass as they ground their bodies together. She responded by kissing him harder as their lips and tongues dueled each other for the better part of the afternoon. Finally, from sheer exhaustion, they broke the embrace and Lauren laid her head on Billy's chest as he looked up into the clear afternoon sky.

"What are you thinking?" Lauren asked, looking into his blue eyes, her own green ones gleaming with delight.

"Honestly?" he gulped.

"Yeah," she said teasingly, stretching out the end of the word.

"Well . . . I was thinking that I've got to be the luckiest guy in the world for making out with someone as totally hot as you."

"Really?" she beamed. "That's so sweet."

Billy sighed in relief. When he said it he wasn't sure how she was going to react to his statement. "So, what are you thinking?"

"Weeeeeeeell, pretty much what you were thinking too," she bit her lower lip and positioned her mouth near his ear and continued, whispering. "And that I loved the way your . . . you know . . . was rubbing against me."

She lowered her head and blushed redder than the brightest robin. Billy grinned, and though he felt some embarrassment, it turned him on to know that Lauren was excited by rubbing against his hard cock.

After lying there, holding each other and kissing intermittently for the next half hour, Billy glanced at his watch. "Laur . . . I've got to get going. It's almost six o'clock, I told my folks I'd meet them for dinner at six."

"Wow . . . I didn't think we were up here for that long," she grinned as they got up and walked down the hill hand in hand. "I guess it's true about time flying when you're having fun. . . . Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Nope, you."

"No, you want to . . . um . . . get together?" Lauren breathed heavily, nervously. Despite having spent the better part of the afternoon making out with Billy she was still unsure about asking him to get together — the fear of being rejected by someone she was starting to care deeply about was almost overwhelming.

"Yeah, I'd love to," he said eagerly and she smiled. "But maybe not the game room tonight, ok?"

Lauren chuckled. "That's fine, it was kind of lame . . . except for the part where I kicked your ass in shuffleboard. Besides, I want to go someplace where we can be alone." Her eyes sparkled.

"If you want . . . umm . . . my parents are going out to some show again tonight and won't be back until about one. Do you want to come over and watch some TV or something? How does eight sound?"

"Sounds fabulous," she gushed. "We can watch some TV . . . or something."

Billy walked Lauren to her villa, where they kissed for another five minutes before saying their good byes. Lauren broke the kiss by sucking Billy's lower lip between hers before bounding inside with the widest grin on her face.

"So Lauren," her mother asked as Lauren entered the villa. "How is this boy you've been spending so much time with?"

Lauren looked around, making sure no one else was in earshot. "It was amazing mom. We swam for a little while, then took a walk up to the top of the ski trail. It was wonderful," she gushed.

"And I assume you spent the rest of the afternoon kissing?" he mother asked with a grin.

"Well, kinda," Lauren said sheepishly.

Lois Goldstein chuckled. "So, I assume you're seeing him again tonight?"

Her daughter nodded her head. "We're going to watch some TV."

"Just remember what we've talked about, ok honey?"

Lauren rolled her eyes. "Mom, I've known Billy for, like, two days . . . and anyway, I'm not going to. . . ."

"Honey . . . I remember being a teenager. Sometimes things happen that you're not expecting to happen. All I'm asking is that you be smart about things, ok. . . . Now I'm going to drop the subject. I think we need to get to dinner soon, Gramps will have a seizure if he doesn't eat some beef soon."
 

Billy's father was donning his sportcoat as his mother clasped a gold chain around her neck. Billy was reclining on the couch, having just freshly showered and shaved what little facial hair he had to remove.

"Plans tonight, sport?" his father asked.

Billy shrugged. "Lauren's coming over, we're going to watch some TV."

"Well, you have fun dear," his mother said as she left the villa.

"Billy, remember . . . " Billy's father started to say something but was cut off.

"I know. I know," he rolled his eyes as his father closed the door behind him, chuckling.

Ten minutes later, he heard a knock on the door and he nervously jumped up to answer it.

Lauren walked in wearing a tight green t-shirt that showed her tanned lower belly and navel. She was wearing cutoff shorts and she looked beautiful. They kissed at the door briefly; softly, tenderly, unlike the hungry, passionate kisses of earlier in the day.

"Do you want something to drink? We have some coke and some iced tea . . . also some chocolate syrup, if you want some chocolate milk."

"You have any Yoohoo?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"You know what sounds great?" she bubbled. "A chocolate coke."

"A what?"

"Chocolate coke . . . don't tell me you've never had one. They're the best."

"That just sounds disgusting," Billy laughed.

"No way. It's awesome. You have to try some," Lauren said as she poured coke into the glass with chocolate syrup in it. "You haven't lived until you've had a chocolate coke. They're almost as good as half Mountain Dew-half Dr. Pepper."

Billy made a face as she drank a large sip. "Oh God, that should come with insulin."

Lauren burst out laughing. "You have to try this . . . just a sip, ok?"

He sighed overtly, making as big a scene as he could before smiling at her. "If I have to."

"You have to," she grinned and handed him the glass.

He barely had taken one sip before his eyes grew wide and his mouth turned in the most soured expression Lauren had ever seen. He shook as he swallowed the drink, and poured himself a large glass of plain coke to wash down the hideous taste.

Lauren's eyes glowed at his reaction, laughing quietly at some of the expressions he was making. "I take it that's a 'no' for chocolate coke?"

"Oh man, that was disgusting," he said as they headed into the living room to watch TV.

They put their drinks on the coffee table and started kissing again, Lauren resting on Billy as he leaned back on the couch. After they made out for about fifteen minutes, Lauren broke the kiss and leaned back, smiling at her him.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"You mean, other than you?" he grinned slyly and she beamed.

"Yes, silly."

"No . . . I was going out with a girl during the school year, but we broke up right around the time school ended."

"What happened?" Lauren turned toward him on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her.

"I don't know . . . something stupid I guess. I don't even remember what started it all."

She nodded. "Was she pretty?"

"Carol? Yeah, Carol was pretty hot," he said, then quickly continued. "But she wasn't as nice looking as you."

"You just have to say that if you want me to suck your tongue again." Lauren grinned then laughed.

Billy chuckled. "How about you? You have a boyfriend?"

"Not really. I date a few guys, but nothing serious."

Billy nodded and took another sip of his soda as the movie "Die Hard" was coming on TV. "Is this ok?" he nodded in the direction of the television.

"Yeah, anything's fine. It doesn't matter," Lauren said, then lowered her tone. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure."

"How . . . umm . . . how far have you gone?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"You know. How far have you gone . . . with a girl."

Billy blushed and looked down embarrassed and Lauren felt as if she crossed a line she shouldn't have. She was always one to speak her mind, and it was generally afterward that she thought about what she was saying.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business," she said sheepishly.

"No, no, that's ok. Really. I just wasn't expecting that question," he smiled warmly and she relaxed. "Not really far. Carol gave me some . . . umm, hand jobs this year. That's about it. . . . How about you?"

"Not much at all. I let one guy touch my . . . my pussy once — over my panties — but he had no clue what to do. He was all about poking his fingers around there. It kinda hurt. So you've never done it?"

Billy shrugged and looked down. "No."

"Me neither," Lauren smiled and leaned forward into him and kissed him deeply, grinding her hips against his. After about ten minutes in that position, they two teens lay side by side and resumed their making out. Billy took the initiative and hesitatingly began fondling Lauren's tit through her shirt.

Lauren moaned into his mouth and pressed her chest forward to let him know she approved of what he was doing. Billy felt her nipple stiffen and he flicked his thumb over it while he continued to cup her breasts, eliciting even more moans from her.

Lauren couldn't believe how incredible the contact with her breast felt. Boys had touched her tits before, but never had it been like this. From the simple contact, she felt a warm tingle flow through her entire body. Instinctively and without thought, she reached her hand out and grasped Billy's hard cock through his pants, rubbing hard and causing Billy to buck his hips against her hand.

"Do you like that?" she broke the kiss and whispered.

"Oh yeah, babe. That feels amazing," Billy responded.

"Touch me there," she said softly into his ear as she turned to lie on her back. Billy almost fell off the couch, but balanced himself and kissed Lauren gently on the lips. He lowered his hand from Lauren's breast, slowly sliding it town her trim stomach, finally reaching the tops of her shorts. She moaned as his fingers traced their way down her body, reveling in every bit of contact from her cute boyfriend.

She reached down and unzipped her shorts, to give him better access. He paused nervously for a moment, then continued inching lower, slipping his hands beneath Lauren's silky panties and making first contact with her warm pussy. She involuntarily thrust her hips upward and moaned as his long fingers became moist with her juices.

After a couple of minutes of Billy's inexperienced, but earnest, fingering, Lauren raised her hips and slid her shorts and panties over her ass and down her legs. Billy stared at the sight of his first live pussy, gaping at its beauty, intrigued by its intricacies.

Lauren took his hand in hers and guided around her thick bush. She writhed as his fingers probed her folds, becoming wet as they spread her pussy.

"Touch right here," she said, bringing his index finger to her clit, causing her to moan and buck her hips. Billy explored the clit area, rubbing the hooded pearl as Lauren moaned and thrashed on the couch. His own arousal was at a fevered pitch as she reached out to stroke him through his pants.

"Billy," she panted. "Can you . . . ummm . . . take off your pants?"

"Oh fuck," he moaned pleasurably, as he quickly went about removing his pants and underwear.

Lauren gasped at her first sight of an erect penis and tentatively brushed a finger against it as if she was afraid that touching it too hard could cause it to break. Billy moaned and she gained confidence with each second that passed, daring to grasp the erect shaft in her hand. Billy rocked his hips back and forth and Lauren got the idea, beginning a slow stroke of his cock as she was fingering her pussy.

"Umm Laur," Billy nervously managed to say between moans. "Why don't we, ummm, go into my bedroom . . . I mean if that's ok with you."

She grinned shyly and averted her eyes from his as a blush spread all over her face. She released his penis from her hand and sat up. They ventured a look into each other's eyes and quickly looked away, nervous and excited at what they were about to do.

The two teens gathered up their clothes as Lauren followed Billy to his bedroom in silence. She could never remember being more nervous or excited in her life. She was about to have sex with a boy — sex, for crying out loud. And it was a boy she'd only known for a couple of days. Did she love Billy, she wondered. She felt strongly about him, he was certainly unlike any of the other boys she knew. Maybe that's what made him seem so desirable, the differences from what she was used to. Still, she told herself, because someone is a little different is no reason to go having sex with him — even if he was as cute and funny as Billy was.

Was he going to think she was a slut, or something like that, she feared. Up until tonight she'd never even let a boy touch her bare breasts and now she was about to let one . . . fuck her. God that sounded awful to her. But as she watched Billy's little ass sway as he walked ahead of her, she remembered holding his erection in her hand and she remembered how wet his touch made her. Lauren knew that whatever the consequences, she wanted him tonight. More than anything she wanted him to — yes — fuck her.

Billy for his part was equally unsure about what they were doing. That he wanted to have sex with her, he had no doubt. She was pretty and sexy and he wanted nothing more than to touch her but he was nervous. He'd never had sex before and he was deathly afraid he wouldn't be able to do it correctly. Would he be able to find her entrance? Would he come too quickly like he'd heard about? Would she think he was taking advantage of her? Would he just plain suck at it?

Billy gulped as he closed and locked the bedroom door behind Lauren. She smiled nervously at him and then quickly looked away. He reached out and grasped her hand softly and she seemed to relax. As he was leading her to the double bed, she paused.

"Ummm, Billy . . . what if your parents come back?"

He smiled and looked at his watch. It read 8:43. "They went out to eat and then were heading to the lounge to listen to a singer, or something like that. The show won't get over until about midnight."

She smiled sheepishly as she scooted into the bed with him, lying back and staring up at the ceiling. Billy rolled onto his side as he turned to face her. They looked at each other once again as Billy leaned in to brush his lips against Lauren's. She sighed into his mouth and they both seemed to relax as more natural instincts took over.

Lauren could feel Billy's erect cock brush against her thigh, and it sent chills up her spine. Her pussy immediately started to moisten again and she reached her hand down to grasp Billy's prick under the covers.

"Come here Billy," she insisted, smiling impishly.

Billy's heart pounded in his chest as the moment his fantasies had dwelled upon was about to come true. He positioned himself atop Lauren, his cock bobbing freely.

"Ummm, Billy," she said hesitantly. "Don't you have a . . . you know . . . a condom?"

"Oh shit," he replied sheepishly. He was so nervous about what he was going to do that he'd forgotten about the condoms he had bought earlier in the day with his father. "Hold on a second babe." He jumped out of bed and went into the dresser where he'd thrown the bag from the pharmacy.

Nervously, he tore open a wrapper and fumbled to roll the condom over his erect cock. He was sure that she thought he was the most inept geek in the world as he tried to put it on. Lauren beamed at her boyfriend though. She had never felt as aroused as she did while watching Billy placing the condom on his penis. She was finally going to have sex, and she couldn't think of a nicer boy to be with than Billy Malloy.

She held open the covers for Billy to get into bed, smiling at him invitingly. God, she hoped he didn't think she was some sort of a slut or something like that. She was nervous about his reaction, trying to please him, and trying to act as maturely as possible. She was trying to refrain from acting giddy. She wanted her first experience to be memorable, and not for behaving "girlie," as she liked to put it.

Billy looked anxious as he settled in between Lauren's spread legs. What was he going to do? Was there a special technique to this. He'd seen a few porn films at his friend Jim's house, and though they kind of showed the proper method of having sex, they were all so smooth, so polished. Their moves were rehearsed almost and Billy felt ill at ease doing some of the things with Lauren that he'd seen in films.

He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek. She smiled up at him and bit her lower lip, her eyes full of hope and excitement. Billy angled himself toward Lauren's waiting pussy and poked at it once, twice, three times, before finding the entrance. He was worried that she would think he was the biggest idiot on the planet for not being able to get it in on the first attempt. But all Lauren did was beam as she felt his hard cock begin to penetrate her.

Lauren's face tightened into a knot as she breathed in sharply. The agony was acute and a tear began trickling out the corner of her eye. Billy didn't realize what had happened and he stopped all movement.

"Are you ok, babe?" he asked nervously. "Did . . . did I do something wrong?"

Lauren's face relaxed slightly and forced a smile through the pain. "No honey . . . it's not anything you're doing wrong. This is normal for the first time — at least that's what I've been told."

Billy looked down, frightened by the anguished expression on Lauren's face. He was convinced that he was doing something incorrectly and smiled weakly down at his girlfriend. "If you want . . . ummm, we can stop."

Lauren smiled and her face eased a bit more. "No kiddo, I'm doing better now . . . really, I am. Just go slowly, ok?"

Billy took a deep breath, unsure of himself, but desperately wanting to continue. He pressed inward slowly, feeling her open herself to him. Billy grunted involuntarily as his cock went deeper, amazed at the feelings he was experiencing.

She could feel her muscles stretch and widen as his cock moved deeper into her. It was a feeling of half pain and half pleasure as a penis moved in and out of her for the first time.
 
 

Billy took a minute to breathe as he realized he was finally having sex with a girl. He leaned over and kissed her nipples softly, eliciting moans from Lauren's mouth as he sped up his thrusts. Never had he felt anything like this before. Lauren too, could not believe the feelings she was experiencing. She had been masturbating for years, but there was something about Billy's cock inside her that made this so much more incredibly special for her. As he quickened his penetration into her she felt a warmth spread through her pussy.

Billy's thrusts were coming more erratically now. His balls were beginning to tingle and his toes started to curl as the feelings of climax were beginning to take hold. Just a minute and a half after they'd begun, Billy was kissing Lauren hungrily on the lips and shooting his semen into the latex sheath.

Sweating slightly and heart beating rapidly, Billy withdrew from her pussy and rolled over on the bed, breathing heavily. He removed the condom from his deflating cock and was about to drop it over the side of the bed onto the floor when he noticed that it was streaked with blood. His heart filled his mouth.

"Are you ok, babe? There's . . . there's some blood on the condom," he said in a high pitched voice, his skin ashen with fear.

She smiled reassuringly and nodded. "That happens too, kiddo. It's ok. . . . I guess it's official, now," she chuckled.

Then Lauren rolled on to her side and smiled, kissing him slightly on the cheek. "How did it feel?"

He relaxed and moaned. "That was amazing. I've never felt anything like that before. How do you feel?"

She smiled and started tracing her hand down Billy's stomach, finally reaching his penis. "That felt so good, really . . . I was wondering if we could do it again?"

At this, Billy's cock began its ascent once again, a mere two minutes after his first climax. Lauren felt his cock harden and grinned as Billy kissed her quickly and pounced out of bed to roll on another condom.

When Billy slid back into bed, Lauren immediately brought his head down to hers. She parted her lips and joined his is a deep, hungry kiss, intertwining their tongues as Billy guided his erect cock into her waiting pussy.

"Mmmm," Lauren moaned into Billy's mouth. She wasn't expecting him to slide so easily into her, and the welcome — pain free — intrusion aroused her even more. Billy, too, was proud of the way he was able to insert himself on the first attempt. He beamed inwardly at the thought that he was becoming experienced in the ways of sex.

Lauren looked up into Billy's eyes and grinned lasciviously as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

"Oh God," Billy exclaimed as he felt himself bottom out in Lauren's pussy. The feelings of pleasure on his cock were amazing, but he wasn't nearly as close to climaxing as he felt the first time. He started a slow steady thrusting rhythm, withdrawing almost all the way out, before plunging in deeply again. Lauren grunted on each of Billy's downstrokes as she felt a warmth start to spread throughout her body.

"Faster, Billy. Fuck me faster," she grunted, though she didn't even realize it was her speaking. The words just appeared, as if she'd given them no conscious thought. Her pussy felt a tingle that seemed to emanate from deep within her. As Billy's thrusts increased their speed, Lauren dug at his back, feeling a boiling begin to well up.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned into his mouth as he continued his pistoning into her cunt. Billy too, could feel himself near his orgasm as well. His cock was hardening even more, if that was possible, and he could feel his balls begin to tingle.

Lauren bucked her hips up at him to meet his thrusts and just thirty seconds later it was as if she felt a dam break. Waves and waves of energy crashed all around her, seeming coming from within her and without. She'd had orgasms before, but nothing ever this overwhelming. She was lost in the feelings of pleasure that were sweeping over her.

"Oh Fuck," he cried out as Lauren's powerful orgasm clamped her pussy tightly around his cock. Billy's balls ached just as he felt his own sweet release. Once again, he shot his own load into the condom, feeling as if a pressure valve was opened releasing his own pleasure.

Their breathing was heavy, ragged, as they each came down from their crest. Billy opened his eyes and looking into Lauren's beautiful face. Lauren looked up and kissed his nose playfully as she released him from the vice like hold her legs had around his torso. He rolled off and removed the second condom, breathing deeply and hearing his heart race in his chest.

Lauren rolled over onto him, her head resting in the crook of his arm. She smiled, idly strumming her fingers over his hairless chest.

"I love you Billy," she whispered while kissing him softly on the cheek.

Billy looked over at her smiling face and saw love, and knew love for the very first time. He was overwhelmed by its power, overwhelmed by Lauren.

"I love you too, Laur."

They kissed, softly and tenderly, unlike the hurried hungry kisses of earlier. These were the kisses of lovers — kisses of the loved.

Lauren pulled away slightly after a couple of minutes and bit her lower lip. "Billy . . . I've never felt anything like that before. It was amazing . . . you're amazing."

Billy beamed, unsure of what to say. He loved what Lauren had told him, but didn't want to sound like an idiot by saying something corny. But he took a deep breath and smiled at her, not worrying about saying the right thing, only wanting to say something from the heart.

"I always would imagine what it would be like, but I wasn't even close. You made me feel so good. I can't even describe it."

Lauren beamed and snuggled up close to Billy. The two teens lay there for the longest time, not saying anything to each other, just enjoying the closeness, the warmth and tenderness of each other's touch.

Billy woke to the sound of Lauren giggling softly into his ear and he realized that he was uncovered. He smiled sheepishly when he realized he'd fallen asleep for a few minutes.

"Sorry for falling asleep," he said. "Was I out long?"

Lauren grinned as she idly slid a finger up and down Billy's semi-erect penis. "Only about ten or fifteen minutes, or so. I was, ummm . . . watching you."

"What were you watching?" he grinned.

It was Lauren's turn to blush. "Just watching you. . . . Actually, I was kinda watching how your . . . you know . . . started to get soft and shrink. Then when I started to play with it, I could feel it get thicker in my hand."

"It does that a lot, umm . . . get hard, I mean," he shared. Now Billy's cock was almost fully erect again, stimulated by Lauren's discussion of it and the delicate hand job she was giving to him.

Lauren continued stroking his cock softly, lightly rubbing her hand over the entire length of his shaft as she leaned close to his ear. "Billy, I don't want you to think I'm some kind of a sex maniac or anything, but do you think we can do it again?" she whispered, hiding her face from his.

"Really? Again?" Billy beamed and she smiled. Lauren was like the perfect girl for him: pretty, nice body, and a hunger for sex that matched his.

It was Billy's turn to hide his eyes from Lauren as he nervously formulated a question for her. "Ummm, Lauren. I, uh, saw in a movie once where the guy was on the bottom and, ummm, the girl was on the top. Do you think you'd want to do it that way?"

"Really? Wow . . . that sounds so cool. I'd love to. Wait here." Lauren pounced out of bed, her breasts bouncing as she did. She went over to the dresser and pulled a condom out of the drawer and ripped open the packet.

"Here, let me try this," she said as she tried to roll the condom on Billy's erect penis. They both giggled at her first two failed attempts. Finally, on the third try, she grinned widely as she successfully managed to roll the condom on Billy.

"Good job, babe . . . a few more times and you can be a pro," Billy joked.

"A pro? A pro? Is that what you think of me?" Lauren looked at him cross-eyed, drying to give him as stern a countenance as possible, but she just couldn't keep from laughing.

"No . . . I didn't mean a pro like a . . . you know . . . " Billy stammered before Lauren leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I was just teasing, cutie," she reassured. "Now, how do we do this?"

"Come here, straddle my hips," he reached out for her as she kneeled on either side of his legs, his cock tapping eagerly against her pussy. "Now lift up a little . . . "

Lauren raised herself up as Billy grasped his cock and angled it toward her waiting hole. Slowly, she lowered herself, feeling Billy fill her fully as she enveloped his cock. She grunted in pleasure as he reached deeper into her than he did on their first two attempts, stretching her more than she could have imagined. She was in heaven as she controlled the motion this time, slowly rocking back and forth, letting her long hair drape down over her face and placing one of her breasts over Billy's mouth.

He suckled the tit eagerly into his mouth as his girlfriend — his lover — rocked steadily on his cock. They each were enjoying the sensations the other was giving as Lauren moaned softly at the feelings of Billy's mouth on her tit and his hard cock rocking in and out of her pussy.

They stayed in that position for about a half hour, Lauren speeding up and slowing down as small orgasms washed over her body with Billy thrusting up hard at times and just content for her to control things at others.

Lauren propped herself up and removed her tit from Billy's eager mouth. Her thick, curly hair cascaded around his face as she leaned over again and kissed Billy hungrily. She could feel the warmth spreading throughout her entire body. She sped her movements on his cock, bucking wildly, and Billy countered her thrusts, rising up to meet her.

Lauren started moaning into Billy's mouth as her climax hit, fucking down on Billy's cock even more insistently as her pussy spasmed around his hard shaft. All of that was too much for him as his balls began to churn and he released his own load while Lauren collapsed onto his chest, exhausted and sweaty.
 
 

She smiled wearily at Billy, kissing him softly on the lips, and still feeling his softening penis inside of her. She closed her eyes and thought that she'd never again experience such happiness, such utter bliss as she did at that very moment looking at Billy and feeling him next to her — one with her.

Billy stroked Lauren's hair gently as she rested her head against his chest and her eyes closed. He smiled as he felt his penis finally fall out of her. She was so beautiful to him, he couldn't get over how strongly he'd become attached to someone he'd only known for such a very short time. He kissed her forehead before he succumbed to his own drowsiness and fell asleep, too.
 
 

Lauren awoke with a start to the sound of voices in the living room. She took a couple of seconds to realize where she was and then panic set in. She glanced over at the clock which read 12:23 and her fright increased.

"Billy!" she whispered insistently, shaking him out of his deep sleep.

"What's wrong?"

"It's twenty past twelve . . . your parents are back."

"Oh shit. . . .ok, lets not panic. They won't be staying up long. They usually get back and go right to bed. With any luck, they'll be in bed in ten minutes."

"I hope so," Lauren said, her voice tinged with fear.

"It'll be ok. The light's off in here, even if they do look in on me, if you just scoot under the covers they won't see a thing. I'll pretend I'm sleeping and they'll close the door. Everything will be all right," he reassured.

"I hope you're right." She was nervous, but Billy's comforting words made her relax slightly. It was as if he could make everything better for her. She'd never felt this way about anyone else and hugged him tightly, never wanting to lose the memory of being this close to him.

After about seven minutes, they heard Billy's parent's voices quiet and the door to their bedroom click closed. Billy waited a minute before getting up, ostensibly to go to the bathroom, but actually checking to see if his parents were, in fact, in bed.

Lauren waited nervously under the covers, putting on her clothes that Billy had tossed to her when he got out of bed. He exited the room quietly and saw that his parents' door was closed and their light was out. He breathed a sigh of relief as there was no sound from inside their bedroom, either.

He returned, closed the door behind him, and switched on his light. Lauren was putting her t-shirt over her head and Billy couldn't help but smile at her. She looked beautiful. She smiled back and walked up to him, hugging him tightly and kissing him lightly on the lips.

"You know Billy, tonight was so amazing . . . you can't know how happy I am that you were the one . . . you know."

"For me too, babe. You were incredible."

"So, is the coast clear?" She tilted her head toward the door.

"I think so," she said, taking her by the hand and leading her into the darkened living room. They stopped at the door and Billy leaned down to kiss her deeply. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and losing herself in the kiss.

She opened the door and reached up to kiss him one last time before leaving. "I'll be at the pool at ten, if you can make it."

"I'll be there for sure."

"I love you."

"I love you, too," he beamed as he closed the door as she left the villa.
 
 

Billy awoke to the sound of his door opening. His father entered and closed the door over behind him.

"Have a good time last night, sport?"

Billy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Yeah it was pretty good. How about you guys?"

"Your mother and I danced most of the night. . . . I personally hate it, but she loves it. So if I do it every now and again, it keeps her from leaving me," he laughed. "So, did the girl — Lauren — come over last night?"

"Umm, yeah. We watched TV for awhile."

"Oh ok . . . so you're not going to tell me," his father said matter-of-factly as he chuckled.

"There's nothing to tell. We kissed a little," Billy squirmed nervously and hoped it wasn't noticeable. Despite his father having gotten him the condoms, he was ill at ease discussing the previous night's activities — even in the smallest detail.

"Well, ok. I'm glad you had fun. Your mom and I are going out looking at antique shops today," he rolled his eyes and Billy grinned. "I'm assuming that you and Lauren have plans?"

"Yeah, I'm meeting her by the pool at ten."

"Well, you have a good day," he turned toward the door before turning around again and pointing to the side of the bed. "Oh, and Billy . . . it's always a good idea to flush those down the toilet after you use them."

Billy's face turned bright red as he remembered where he left the used condoms. After Lauren left he'd completely forgotten about them. "Ummm dad . . . "

His father cut him off with a chuckle. "Just get rid of them — and the wrappers — before your mother sees them." Then his father shook his head. "Three of them? Three times, Billy? God, to be seventeen again."

The pool was teeming with kids and their families by the time Billy arrived at 9:50. It was already 83 degrees out and the day was forecast to have a high in the low 90s. He looked around for Lauren, but didn't see her anywhere so he decided to jump into the deep end to cool off.

Billy swam around for about twenty-five minutes when he spotted Lauren walking into the pool area. His heart leapt when he saw her but something seemed different about her. There wasn't the usual effervescence from her he was accustomed to.

"Hi," she said as she leaned over the pool, smiling weakly.

"Hey, Lauren, what's up?"

She shrugged her shoulders and turned around to sit on an empty chaise lounge. Billy jumped up out of the pool and sat down on the edge of her reclining chair, leaning over to kiss her. Lauren barely brushed her lips against his and then pulled away.

"What's wrong?" he asked, perplexed.

She shrugged again. "I guess I'm not in a good mood."

"Why?"

She sighed disgustedly. "My parents gave me a hard time when I got in last night. They got all meshugeh on me. Wanted to know where I was, what I was doing. Blah, blah, blah."

Billy grinned sympathetically. "What did you tell them?"

"That I was out with you and we lost track of the time. Then I got this whole, big lecture that I really don't care to get into now. Actually, I'm going to get going, I don't feel much like swimming."

"You want to do something else?"

"No. I think I'm going to be by myself for awhile. If you want, I'll meet you in the game room at eight. If you don't, that's fine too," she said sadly as she stood. "Have a good one."

"Yeah, eight will be ok. See you then," Billy said, perplexed as Lauren took her leave of him and headed up the hill toward her villa.

Billy started blankly up the hill as he watched Lauren walk away. He had no idea what was bothering her, though he thought he had a pretty good guess. He figured that she was really regretting making love with him the night before and didn't want anything more to do with him. He hung his head in sadness as he, too, left the pool area and headed toward his villa.

He lay on his bed for about two hours, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what went wrong. Last night was so amazing and today was just so incredibly painful. The emotions he was feeling were as different as, well, night and day. He didn't know Lauren all that well, but what he knew of her, he could tell that she wasn't telling him everything. There was something more that she was holding back and he needed to know what that was.

The uncertainty of it all was killing him and he knew that no good would come from lying on his bed all day. He jumped up, threw on some socks and sneakers, grabbed his basketball and decided to head down to the courts to try to take his mind off of things.

Thoughts of Lauren filtered through his concentration as he shot baskets. He tried to put it all out of his mind and just focus on his shooting. After about an hour or so, he was getting into a nice groove hitting shots routinely from inside twenty feet when he heard a noise behind him.

"Hey cutie, nice shot you have there," Lauren said, smiling shyly as she approached from the other end of the court.

"Hey, what's up?" Billy asked apprehensively.

She closed the distance between the two of them and kissed him gently on the lips, before snatching the ball out of his hands and shooting wildly from about ten feet.

"Interesting release," he teased.

"Well, I am consistent within a two foot radius. Outside of that, I have no skills."

She walked back over to him, taking one of his hands in hers. "I'm sorry about before . . . I was in a lousy mood and I had a lot of stuff on my mind. I didn't mean to take it out on you."

He smiled openly and wrapped his arms around her. She squeezed his waist and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for not being mad at me. Can we go somewhere to talk?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah . . . let's head down past that stream . . . we should be alone there."
 
 

Billy sat down first in the short grass as he watched the stream gurgle by. Lauren flopped down next to him, crossing her legs under her. She felt a knot in her stomach and her heart was beating nervously. As she sat on the ground she winced in pain, an acute reminder of their activities from the night before.

"Ummm, Billy, about last night," she averted her eyes from his and absentmindedly picked blades of grass from the ground. "Do you think I'm a slut, or something like that?"

"What? No! Because of last night? Why would I think that?"

"I don't know . . . I guess because I wanted it so badly and kept . . . you know . . . playing with you," she sighed and buried her head in her hands.

Billy reached for her hands and took them away from her face. He held them tenderly in his and looked into her eyes as she slowly raised her face to his.

"Lauren, I though that what we did last night was special. All I could think of today was spending time with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Last night was amazing. I mean, it w . . . "

Lauren cut him off. "I felt so incredible being with you. I couldn't get enough of you. Even when I left I wanted nothing more than to spend all night with you. Then last night and this morning when my parents were giving me all their crap . . . I just wanted to scream. And I was so worried about what you'd think of me . . . "

"Hey . . . I love you," he said, wrapping his arms around her as she leaned against him.

"Do you . . . really?"

"Yes I do," he beamed.

"I love you so much, Billy." Lauren smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I . . . ummm . . . had a dream about you last night."

"Really?" she perked up and Billy nodded sheepishly. "What was it about?"

He blushed and looked at the ground. "You might not want to know."

She grinned and felt flush. "Oh my God. It was one of those dreams?" she gushed and leaned against him. "You've got to tell me what it was about."

He nodded shyly. "Do you really want to know?"

"You know I do."

"I'd rather show you than tell you," Billy whispered into her ear.

Lauren giggled and leaned forward, pushing Billy on his back. She stared into his eyes and ran a hand through his wavy hair as she joined her lips to his. They kissed like that for what seemed like hours, their mouths and lips and tongues becoming one with each other. Finally, giggles from two children walking by broke their embrace and they looked sheepishly at each other and the two boys walking by.

"Oh God, Billy. I want you so badly. I was so worried about what you'd think of me, but when I looked into your eyes and heard your voice, I knew it was ok."

"I want you too, babe. You don't know how much. Ever since that first day I saw you at the pool, I've done nothing but think about you. And last night was so amazing. I never thought it would be so great."

"I love you Billy," Lauren beamed.

"I love you too."

The two teens stood and headed back toward the resort, walking hand in hand, smiling and being perfectly content with each other. They parted at her villa, kissing softly and promising to meet later at his villa, hoping that his parents would be going out again, but willing just to be together even if they weren't.

The door knock came a little before eight.

"You must be Lauren," Billy's mother answered the door. "Billy said you were pretty, but I didn't realize how pretty you were. It's so nice to meet you. Come in dear."

Lauren smiled politely. "Hi Mrs. Malloy, nice to meet you, too."

Billy emerged from his bedroom and smiled at his girlfriend. He walked up to her and sheepishly gave her a light kiss on the lips as his mother looked on. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed a Yoohoo for Lauren and poured himself a Coke.

"I went out earlier and got some Yoohoos for you," he grinned, handing the bottle to her.

She hugged him tightly. "You're the best, you really are."

Billy's father joined the three of them in the living room. The subject, as it often did with Daniel Malloy, turned to schooling.

"So Lauren, what are your plans for college next year?"

"Well, I really want to major in some sort of communications area. Either radio or television. I haven't made up my mind," she said. "I have a list of places I'll be applying to . . . probably about a half-dozen."

"How are your grades?"

"They're good. I've made the principal's list every year so far and all but one term I had all A's."

Billy looked on and smiled, even more impressed with his girlfriend. They talked for a few minutes more about what to expect from college life before Billy's mother looked at her watch.

"Dan, the show's going to start in ten minutes, and I'm sure the kids don't want you boring them for the rest of the night," she teased. "I know I don't want to hear you go on about this all night."

"Well kids, I guess that's my cue to leave . . . you two have fun," Billy's father said, grinning a bit too widely for Billy's liking.

They said their good byes as his parents left for the night. Billy took another sip of soda and breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn't said anything too embarrassing in front of Lauren.

"They're nice," she said leaning in to kiss Billy.

He shrugged. "They're not so bad, I guess. . . . Hey Laur, where is it that you're applying for college, anyway?"

"Well, lets see," she tucked one of her legs underneath her which allowed Billy to peek up her skirt. He blushed and averted his eyes when he realized that she knew what he was doing. "You know," she said lowering her voice to barely above a whisper. "You'll get to see everything down there soon enough anyway." She stuck out her tongue playfully and Billy turned crimson.

"Anyway . . . right now I'm probably looking at NYU, Marquette, Emerson, Hofstra, Quinnipiac, and probably SUNY-Oswego. Although, I might be inclined to make a visit to Providence College at some point this fall," she grinned coyly. "How about you?"

"I want to major in Finance or Economics or something like that. Right now I'm looking at BU or Boston College, PC, and maybe URI as a safety school. I'd like to go to school in Boston though, it'd be so lame living at home and going to school. I know my parents wouldn't pay for me to stay at the dorms if I was going to school in Rhode Island."

"That would suck big time," she agreed. "Hey, wouldn't it be so cool if you went to school in Boston and I got accepted to Emerson? Anyway," she changed the subject quickly before lingering on a potentially awkward moment and leaned in closer to Billy. "I want to hear about your dream . . . actually I want to reenact your dream. God, I get near you and I become instantly horny," she blushed slightly and stood, holding out her hand.

"C'mon," she said simply.

Billy sprang off the couch and moved swiftly to Lauren's side, sliding his hand over her ass as they were walking toward his bedroom.

"Oooo, I love it when you touch my ass," she cooed and Billy squeezed her cheek again.

Lauren shut the door behind her and looked slyly at Billy as she slowly removed her shirt. Next, she unzipped her skirt and slid it off her legs. She grinned and posed seductively wearing just a matching satin bra and panty set. Billy's mouth almost hit the floor and his cock sprang to attention immediately.

"Wow," was all he could manage to say as Lauren walked slowly to him and rubbed her body against his.

She kissed his cheek and burst out laughing. "I'm trying to be seductive. I guess I have to work on that a little," she said self-consciously.

Billy shook his head as he was removing his shirt. "I don't know about that. It works for me."

She removed her bra and panties and scooted in bed as Billy was taking off the rest of his clothes. Her eyes widened when she saw his cock bob free and a tingle went through her. Billy crawled up on the bed and scooted next to her, leaning in to kiss her deeply. His cock brushed against her thigh as he cupped her right breast, flicking his thumb over the hardening nipple.

Lauren reached out for Billy's cock and stroked it gently, making it twitch in her hands. Billy slid his hand down her trim tummy to her pussy as he kissed down from her lips to her neck, making soft sucking kisses from her ear to her collarbone. Then he licked down her chest until her got to her left breast, sucking it and flicking his tongue against it.

Lauren moaned and squirmed in ecstasy at the feelings Billy was giving her. His fingers were spreading her pussy lips apart and one was rubbing her clit while his mouth was sucking her tit.

"Fuck Billy," she cried as she bucked against his hand. "Rub me harder, baby."

Billy paid more attention to her clit and frigged his finger roughly over the hooded pearl. Lauren grabbed a tuft of Billy's hair and squeezed it tightly as the wave of an orgasm rushed over her. Sweating, and with her heart beating rapidly, she released her grip and brushed her lips against his. "You're amazing, do you know that? Go get a condom on."

Billy returned to bed wearing a condom and slid easily into Lauren's slippery hole. As worked up as he was, he knew it wasn't going to take long. He thrust deeply as he felt Lauren's tight walls grasp around him. Just two minutes later, he was grunting as he emptied himself into the condom and collapsed tiredly atop Lauren's body.

Billy rolled over and placed his condom on the nightstand, chuckling to himself and making a mental note to flush it down the toilet before his parents got home. Lauren curled up against him, placing a leg over his and nuzzling her face against his neck. To each of the teens, this was perfect, idyllic.

Lauren moved her head to look up at Billy. "You know, I was so nervous this morning about what you'd think of me after last night. I know I was being silly, but I was really worried that you'd think I was a sex maniac or a slut or something like that."

"You mean you're not?" Billy teased and Lauren whacked him playfully in the arm.

"I see you and I want you . . . I've never felt this way about anyone before."

"Me neither, Lauren. I want to spend every minute with you. This is going to suck so bad when the week is over."

"I know, I don't even want to think about it," she sighed then changed the subject. "Anyway, tell me about your dream," she said in a low voice.

Billy averted his eyes from hers nervously. "Well, it was kinda like something I saw in a movie once."

"A porrrrrrno movie?" she teased, elongating the word 'porno.'

"Well, yeah," he answered sheepishly.

"How much porn have you watched, anyway?" she asked, chuckling.

"Well, a little. My friend Jim's father has a huge collection. Every once in a while on weekends when his parents go out, we go over and watch some movies."

"Sheeeeeesh. I might be a slut but you're a pervert," she winked at him and then kissed his cheek.

Billy chuckled. "Yeah, but you're my slut."

"All yours," Lauren grinned and hugged him tightly before propping herself up on an elbow. "Now, tell me the dream!"

"Ok," he chuckled. "Well, in the dream, we were in a, ummm . . . 69, but it wasn't this bed. It was a bed I'd never seen before. Anyway, I was licking your, ummm . . . your pussy," he whispered the word pussy and Lauren smiled coyly and squirmed a bit. Just the thought that Billy was having erotic dreams about her sent a shiver down her spine. "And you were sucking on my . . . you know . . . "

"Your 'you know'?" she teased. "Sorry . . . go on with the dream."

"Well, we were licking and sucking each other and I was fucking you with my finger . . . it was really hot."

"You realize Billy, that we can't do that though," she said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Why not?" he looked on confused.

"You're not kosher." She broke out into a wide smile and Billy was sore in the ribs from laughing so hard.

"So, do you want to try it?" she asked hopefully after their laughter had died down.

"I do if you do."

"It's something you want, I want to do it for you. . . . But, I really don't know what to do," she said sheepishly.

Billy chuckled. "That's ok, we can figure it out together."

Lauren smiled and kissed Billy lightly on the lips before moving down his body. She twisted her body as she kissed down his chest and over his stomach. Nervously, she stared at his erect penis, her eyes just inches away. She gulped, unsure of what she should do next when she felt Billy's hands on her hips, pulling them nearer to his head. She glanced back and bit her lower lip, grinning at what was about to happen.

She lifted her leg and placed one on either side of Billy's head, then turned back to look at his cock. It was the first time she'd really gotten a close look at it and she was fascinated with it. It was long and pink, with a purplish head, and there was a slight clear liquid pooling up right near the hole.

Then she felt a shiver run through her body as Billy made first contact with her pussy. His tongue licked the length of her slit, tasting her juices and making his girlfriend squirm. Lauren moaned at the feelings Billy's tongue and mouth were giving her. She grasped his shaft firmly in her hand, leaned forward, and kissed the tip lightly. The pool of precum on the head clung to her lips, and she involuntarily licked it with her tongue. The slightly sweet taste excited her and she licked the rest of it off of the head of Billy's shaft.

Billy moaned into Lauren's pussy and lost all inhibitions as he fairly attacked her sex with his mouth. Tentatively, he raised the index finger of his right hand and slipped it within Lauren's wet pussy. She moaned loudly as Billy thrust his digit into her while licking her clit furiously.

Lauren bucked her pussy against Billy's face and lowered her mouth over his turgid shaft. She licked and sucked his cock as he buried his face and two of his fingers in her pussy. She ground herself over his mouth as she felt the surge of an orgasm approach. She held her mouth steady as it passed through her before continuing to bob on Billy's cock.

Twice more Lauren climaxed before Billy could feel the swelling in his balls approach. He quickly reached and tapped Lauren's side. It took her a few seconds to realize what he was doing before she pulled her mouth off his cock. The streams of semen shot into the air as she stroked his entire length. Blobs flew up and landed on his stomach, chest, legs and all over Lauren's hand and forearm.

Billy closed his eyes in exhaustion as he felt Lauren's tongue lick his cock slightly before she scooted up to join him at the head of the bed.

"Not bad . . . a little salty," she said, licking her lips. "But I could get used to it."

Billy opened his eyes, his heart still beating rapidly. "I love you babe."

She beamed and kissed his cheek. "I love you too Billy," she said before looking down at her hand and his torso, chuckling. "We're a mess."

Billy and Lauren snuggled together for about an hour after cleaning themselves off — and flushing the used condom down the toilet — talking about everything and nothing, sharing that special time that lovers share after being together.

"Damn, I have to get going," Lauren said as she looked over at the clock and saw that it was already 10:30. "I don't want to get more crap from my parents about getting back so late."

"It's ok . . . you going to be around tomorrow?"

"Maybe for a little while. My grandparents want to take us all somewhere. It's going to suck so bad, but I don't think I can get out of it. How about if we go out to dinner tomorrow night? I should be back by five or so, I'll call you then."

"Great, we'll get together for dinner and then do something after. I'll borrow my dad's car. There's a pizza place not too far from here . . . if you like pizza that is." Billy then grinned and added, "Actually the place isn't too far from here whether you like pizza or not."

Lauren laughed and rolled her eyes. "You are just the funniest."

Billy smiled. "I think my dad will be happy that I'm around tomorrow. He's been wanting to play some tennis with me . . . and I think it will give him an excuse not to do anything with mom."

Billy walked her back to her villa, holding hands along the way, each feeling as content with each other as they'd ever felt with anyone else. Outside the villa, they kissed tenderly — playfully almost — having become more familiar with each other's body. Lauren smiled and her eyes sparkled in the pale light of the moon as she turned to walk inside. As Billy turned to head down the hill back toward his villa, he thought happily on Lauren's smiling face and knew that he'd never seen anything as beautiful in his life.

Billy returned his father's serve easily as the two were finishing up their third set of tennis. The older Malloy was a much more skillful player than his son, but Billy was in better shape. By the end of this last set, the high sun was beating down hard and the heat was being reflected off the court into the players' bodies. Daniel was dragging and his shots had lost the zip that they had earlier in the match. Billy was easily countering his father's volleys and easily took the final set 6-2, to give him the match 1-6, 7-5, 6-2.

Daniel smiled at his son as they walked off the court on the way back to their villa. The sweat was dripping off both of them as they struggled up the hill after playing tennis for two-and-a-half-hours.

"So dad," Billy said apprehensively as the two of them entered their air-conditioned suite. "What would the chances be of borrowing the car tonight?"

Daniel smiled as he took a couple of sodas from the refrigerator, handing one to his son. "Plans with Lauren?"

"Yeah, I kinda want to go out to eat with her tonight . . . last night here, and all."

"That's a nice idea . . . what are you going to do after that?"

Billy shrugged. "I'm not sure. I was thinking about a movie or something like that. I'm not really sure where the closest theater is, though. There's a miniature golf place not too far from here though. I think it would be fun, but I'm not sure of she'd think it's dorky."

Daniel laughed. "Bill, with the way she looks at you, I think you could suggest anything and she'd love it."

Billy chuckled as he headed to shower. His father went into his room and quickly showered before coming back out to make lunch for the two of them. Billy emerged shirtless, wearing a clean pair of shorts and running a towel through his hair. He threw on a shirt and joined his father at the table.

"So sport, what are you going to do next week without Lauren around, mope all day?" his father teased.

Billy shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm really going to miss her."

"You always will miss your first . . . I'm assuming she was your first," Daniel said and Billy lowered his head, nodding, his face awash in crimson.

"But it's more than that dad," he lifted his head to look at his father. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. I've only known her for a few days and I can't think of being away from her."

"It's going to be like that for awhile Billy . . . these things fade after awhile."

Billy shook his head doubtfully. "I don't know dad. I've never had these feelings before."

"Well, maybe so, enjoy it while it lasts . . . and realize that you'll never forget your first and she'll never forget you either. You're all in love with her now, but in a few weeks things might change."

Billy didn't want to hear it, convinced that he'd always feel the same way about Lauren. He was going to say something to his father, but saw that it was pointless, and just finished his lunch quietly.
 
 

"Hello," Billy answered the phone at 4:30.

"Hey cutie," Lauren replied. "I just got back . . . what's up?"

"I talked to my dad and I can take the car . . . I was thinking about going to that pizza place in town, how does that sound?"

"Great. Let me get changed and I'll meet you at your villa. About a half hour, ok?"

"Terrific. See you then."

Lauren and Billy left for town in Billy's father's Pontiac a little after five. Lauren was dressed in a short tan skirt and a light red sweater while Billy had on some navy blue Bermuda shorts and a dark green polo shirt. Billy looked over at Lauren and grinned as he was able to see much of her thigh below her short skirt.

"Keep your eyes on the road, mister," she teased.

"What ever do you mean?" Billy feigned innocence. "I was just making sure you were wearing your seatbelt."
 
 

As they finished their pizza, Billy looked over at Lauren. "What do you feel like doing now?"

"Anything is fine with me."

"Well, I was thinking about a movie, but I'm not really sure how to get to the theater. There's always mini-golf . . . there's that place right down the road, but if you . . . ummm . . . think it's lame we can do something else."

"No . . . that sounds like a lot of fun. I'd love to do that," she said and Billy smiled.
 
 

Lauren held a two stroke lead after nine holes. She actually wasn't better than he was, but she was very good at teasing Billy and distracting him whenever he was about to hit a shot. She'd drop her ball just as Billy was about to hit a shot and bend over, allowing him to see a flash of her panties. On another hole she slid the handle of her putter up to his crotch just as he was about to putt, giggling innocently as she did it. In addition, she was a pretty good putter, easily sinking most putts when she got on the main putting area, past the obstructions.

"You know, you really don't need to give yourself an advantage like this, you're pretty good," Billy said as Lauren was lightly running her finger along the crack of his ass while he was banding to make a putt on the 14th hole.

"I'm not trying to give myself an advantage," she said coyly, leaning over slightly, resting on her putter. "I just like touching you and working you up."

Billy's putt missed the hole by three inches. "Well, I like that too . . . even if it is distracting."

Lauren chuckled before draining an eight foot putt. "I can putt, but that's about it. I took golf lessons one summer, but I was dreadful."

"I play once in awhile. I've been golfing with my dad for about five years now."

"I'd be great if I could just putt all the way down the course . . . kinda like a giant miniature golf course."

"Yeah, that's what you need, a big miniature golf course . . . complete with a 300 foot windmill right in the middle of the fairway."

Lauren laughed hysterically, hitting Billy's arm. "Oh God, I just love you."

They teased each other for the rest of the match, Billy and Lauren taking turns grabbing each other while the other was trying to putt. Billy, trailing by a stroke at the 18th hole, watched as Lauren bent over to address the ball. Casually, he raised his putter, hooking the hem of her skirt and lifting it over her ass.

"Billy," she shrieked, laughing and hitting her ball into one of the rock hazards on the hole. She turned to him and slapped him on the upper arm, grinning widely. "You realize that for a stunt like that, you might not get any tonight." Lauren giggled and turned away.

Billy reached out for her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. Lauren giggled and beamed as Billy pulled her back against him. "You realize Lauren, that if I don't get any tonight, you don't either," he whispered into her ear, as he kissed her cheek.

"Damn," she said cheekily, turning her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling. "I'll have to come up with something else then. Maybe I'll just tease you unmercifully, instead."
 
 

Lauren turned on her seat to face Billy as he drove back to the resort. She grinned knowingly as she innocently played with the hem of her skirt, lifting it slightly higher as Billy would glance in her direction. Biting her lower lip, Lauren turned to face him, the bottom of her skirt almost up to her waist.

"You're going to get us killed doing that." Billy swerved before getting the car under control again as his attention was too long on his girlfriends legs.

"Me? What did I do?" Lauren smiled innocently as she continued to play with the hem of her skirt. "You just can't seem to keep your eyes on the road."

Billy smirked. "You're going to get it when we get back."

"Mmmm. What am I going to get?" she asked playfully as Billy smirked, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands and forcing his concentration on the road.
 
 

Billy and Lauren arrived at his villa to find a note from his parents which said that they were down in the lounge watching some sort of show. The note indicated that they'd be back by midnight after it was over.

"Ok, now wiseass," Billy turned to Lauren, grinning wickedly. "Now you're going to get it."

She opened her mouth in mock horror, backing up slowly, trying to stifle her giggles as she feigned fright. "Oh . . . no . . . not . . . that . . . "

Billy pursued her slowly as she backed up toward his bedroom. Lauren giggled and smiled broadly as he tried to put a menacing look on his face.

"Please sir . . . I'll be a good girl."

"It's too late for that . . . you had your chance." Billy reached her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. Her eyes gleamed at Billy. "Now, I'm afraid being good won't help. You'll have to be naughty."

She laughed as they both threw themselves on his bed, wrapping their arms and legs together and kissing each other hungrily. They rolled on the bed, being playful in their affection, kissing and fondling each other and raising their arousal to a fevered pitch.

Billy raised Lauren's short skirt over her ass as she lay atop him. Lauren moaned into his mouth as he slipped his hands beneath her panties and fondled her ass.

"Oh, Billy," she moaned. "Squeeze my ass, just like that."

Lauren ground herself against Billy, rubbing her pussy against his cock while thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She broke the kiss as she sat on top of him to remove her sweater, continuing to revel in the attention his hands were giving her ass. She unclasped her bra and tossed it away as she moved down Billy's legs so she could unfasten and unzip his shorts.

Lauren raised herself a bit and slid Billy's shorts and underwear down his legs. His erection bobbed free and Lauren grinned slyly as she corralled it in her hand. She gently stroked it a few times before letting it go and getting off the bed. Billy watched as she slowly walked over to his drawer to where he kept the condoms, letting her skirt fall to the floor and taking off her panties along the way.

Lauren grinned as she turned around, condom in hand, and returned to the bed. She unwrapped it and smiled as she managed to place it on Billy's hard cock on the first attempt.

"See, I told you you'd get to be a pro," Billy teased.

Lauren giggled and stuck her tongue out at him as she crawled atop his body again. "Billy," she whispered in his ear. "Just fuck me."

Billy certainly wasn't about to argue with her and rolled her over onto her back. He looked into her eyes as his cock slipped into Lauren's tight pussy. She moaned and clutched the sheets tightly as he fully penetrated her in one swift motion.

Billy began a slow steady rhythm, thrusting in deeply and slowly withdrawing. Lauren raised her hips to meet his thrusts as the two teens bucked against each other.

Lauren moaned as Billy sucked on her nipples, licking the buds to stiff peaks. Lauren thrust herself up harder against him as his mouth paid attention to her tits.

"Billy, baby . . . bite my nipple. Nibble on it," Lauren said through her moans, though, again, she hadn't even realized she said them. It was as if somewhere inside her, her inner desires were being brought to the surface.

Billy stopped licking her nipple and gnawed on it between his teeth. Lauren moaned loudly in pleasure and ran her hands through Billy's thick hair, bringing his head closer to her tit.

"Oh fuck, Billy," she screamed as the feeling of her nipple being bitten combined with Billy's pounding into her sent her over the edge to her orgasm. Billy, too, could feel the tingle build in his balls as Lauren's contractions brought him to his own climax.

Lauren moaned and bucked against Billy as he slowed his thrusts down as his cock began to soften. She released his head and brought his lips to hers. They kissed tenderly as their bodies slowed against each other, drained from the activity.

Billy rolled over and brought Lauren atop him. They kissed like that for the longest time, not wanting to let go of each other. They each knew that they only had a little while left together and neither wanted to waste a second.

Finally Lauren broke the kiss. "I'm going to miss you so, so much, baby."

"I'm going to miss you too . . . I can't believe tonight is our last night together."

"Well, at least we got to spend this time together . . . this vacation would have really sucked if I didn't find you," she smiled.

Billy grinned and kissed her lips lightly, playfully. "I love you, you know?"

Lauren smiled. "I love you too, kiddo."

They lay together, silently, until just before eleven o'clock when Lauren decided that she needed to get back to ger villa. They touched and caressed each other as they dressed silently, sharing an occasional smile or giggle.

Billy walked Lauren back to her villa, where they shared a tender kiss goodnight before agreeing to meet the next morning at eight. Lauren smiled sadly and kissed him goodnight one last time before she walked in, trying to conceal the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Lauren's grandmother opened the door a few minutes past eight, looking up at the tall Irish boy standing there. Billy smiled down at the diminutive woman, whose eyes had locked onto Billy in their cross hairs.

"Nu, you must be Billy," she said in thickly Yiddish accent that he had a difficult time understanding.

"Yes ma'am, very nice to meet you. Is Lauren here?"

"One minute. Please come in," she smiled and let him in, still eyeing him. "You have nice manners."

Lauren emerged from her bedroom wearing tan shorts and a peach t-shirt and Billy's heart skipped a beat. It always seemed to when he saw Lauren. Despite what his father had said about this being an infatuation that would pass, he couldn't shake the feeling that he and Lauren were linked together. He'd find out soon enough though, as they were leaving in a few hours, and once he was home — as his father suggested — he'd be able to measure his true feelings for her.

"Hi kiddo," Lauren said happily, walking up to Billy and hugging him tightly around the waist. She introduced him nervously to the rest of her family, worried that someone — translated as one of her grandparents — was going to make a 'gentile' comment.

Everyone was polite, though and Billy's good manners seemed to win over her family. After about ten minutes of small talk, the two teens said their goodbyes and headed out of the villa.

"Where do you want to go?" she asked.

"I don't know . . . want to take a walk somewhere?"

"Sure . . . let's go back up the ski hill," Lauren suggested and the two headed up the slope.

"So, all packed?" he asked about halfway up the hill, slight droplets of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yeah . . . I couldn't sleep last night, so I did it then. How about you?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I just kind of threw everything into my suitcase . . . took me about two minutes."

"Boys." Lauren rolled her eyes as she noticed he was wearing the navy blue shorts and dark green polo shirt from the night before. "I can't believe we only have about three hours together."

"I know, this just sucks. I'm going to miss you so much," he said as they reached the summit, sitting down on the soft grass.

Lauren leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. Billy ran his fingers through her hair as the two said nothing for the longest time, simply content to enjoy the touch of each other. After awhile, Lauren looked up at Billy and lightly brushed her lips against his. Billy caressed her cheek and kissed her softly, their lips tenderly fitting together.

"When am I going to get to see you again?" Lauren asked apprehensively, breaking the kiss.

"I have no idea. I was awake half the night last night trying to come up with some way we can see each other. There's still a few weeks between now and when school starts again. The problem is, I don't think there's any way my parents are going to let me drive down to New York."

She sighed. "And even if you did, we'd only get to spend a few hours together. It's not as if we could stay somewhere together. And there's no chance in hell of my folks letting me go up to Rhode Island . . . even for the day. They're so freakin' over protective as it is. I mean, just staying out late the other night was enough to make them kvetsh."

Billy looked down and shook his head. "This bites. If this were a year from now, we'd be going to college and we could try to meet each other on weekends every now and then. This year is totally going to suck."

"We need a place we could go to . . . just us. Not as if our parents would let us just go off for a few days. I can picture my grandfather now." Lauren lowered her voice to imitate the gravelly, heavily accented, sounds of her grandfather, "'If that little goy thinks he's going to shtoop my little angel here, I'm going to slice his balls off.' That seems to be his favorite way of threatening people — castration. Not that he'd ever do anything like that . . . I think he just like the expression."

He chuckled at her impression of her grandfather and also at the idea of his mother agreeing to let him go away for a weekend to spend with a girl. Lauren cast her eyes downward and leaned into Billy again.

"I'd love to have a place where the two of us could just go and be alone together. I've always had this dream of some sort of bed and breakfast on the beach somewhere . . . maybe Northern California, right on a sandy beach with big rocks nearby you could climb on or sit on and watch the waves crash to the shore. . . . And the place would be run by the cutest old couple."

"Sounds nice," Billy smiled then decided to add his own touches to her fantasy. "The rooms could have a fireplace and hot tub in them."

"Oh, that's so romantic. I love fireplaces," Lauren cooed. "What else?"

"Well, the old lady does all the cooking for the place, and maybe her specialty is baked beans or something like that."

"Beans? Beans? That convinces me, you're definitely weird . . . but I love you anyway," she smiled at hugged him tightly.

"I'm really thinking there's not much of a chance that we'll be getting together at any point . . . unless something comes up or something like that," Billy lowered his head in sadness. Lauren lifted his chin and smiled at him weakly, leaning her forehead against his.

"I know. I'm going to miss you so much. . . . Well, there's always the phone. We can call each other."

Billy perked up a bit. "Yeah, that will be great, although the phone bills will be expensive if we talk too much. My dad's always freaking about the phone bill every month."

Lauren chortled. "My father, too. . . . Hey, are you on AOL or have an AIM screen name? If you do we can chat together on that . . . it'll save some money on long distance."

"Yeah," Billy perked up.

Billy reached into his pocket for the card and pencil from mini golf from last night that were still in his shorts. Lauren gave him her telephone number and he wrote it down, then tore the card in half and wrote his number on the other piece.

"What's your screen name?" he asked.

"Abessa," she replied and then spelled it as he wrote it down.

"That's pretty, I like that. What does it mean?"

"In school this year, we read some of Spenser and she was a character. I liked the name. What's yours?"

"BillyM1983. Not very creative, I guess," he smiled.

"No," she agreed, then grinned lasciviously at him. "But you're pretty creative where it counts."

"Dammit." Lauren looked at her watch and saw that it was already 10:40. "We need to get betting back. My father wants to leave by eleven."

She looked up into his eyes and kissed him lightly, the sorrow welling inside her. She stood and tried not to let Billy see the tears welling in her eyes. He took her hand as they descended the hill, each of them afraid to say anything, afraid to give voice to the fears and sadness within them.

Billy walked her to her villa, where her father was loading their mini-van with the last of the luggage. They stopped about thirty feet from the vehicle.

"Will you miss me?" she asked, her eyes boring into his.

"More than you can imagine . . . you?"

"Of course . . . I love you Billy."

"I love you too, Lauren."

They stood in the parking lot, holding each other's hands, staring into each other's eyes. There was nothing left to say, and they knew what they felt. Anything else would have been superfluous.

Billy wrapped her tightly in a hug, never wanting to lose the feeling of her against him. She looked up and kissed him softly before taking his lower lip and sucking it between hers. She broke the kiss and grinned shyly, biting her own lower lip. Billy released the hug and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the nose.

She smiled sadly at him, her eyes getting redder, before mouthing the words "I love you" and turning away. Billy watched as she headed toward the villa. Her mother came out and said a few things to her before Lauren headed back inside with her. Just before entering she turned to where Billy was and waved sadly. He raised his hand weakly and smiled as she disappeared from view.

Epilogue

February — seven months later
 
 

After saying goodnight to her parents, Lauren went into her room and turned on her computer. While it was booting up, she got undressed and threw on a t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms to get ready for bed. She checked her email, seeing three messages from school friends, which she'd get to later, and one from a creepy guy she met on the internet, which she deleted immediately.

Still nothing from Billy though. It had been almost a week since she last chatted with him online and since then she'd heard nothing from him, no emails, no phone calls, no instant messages. She sent him an email two days earlier, but she still hadn't gotten a response from him and was starting to get concerned.

She started her AIM instant messenger and her heart leapt when she saw the name BillyM1983 in her buddy list window. Immediately, she sent him a message.

Abessa: hey stranger

BillyM1983: hi cutie

Abessa: where have you been?

BillyM1983: I've been sick . . . the flu. This is the first I've gotten out of bed all week.

Abessa: awww, poor baby

BillyM1983: I was just reading your email and starting to respond, but I'd just rather talk to you instead. Pretty hot email babe. You're a naughty girl ;-)

Abessa: you like it? I guess I really missed you.

BillyM1983: I've missed you too.

Abessa: after talking almost every night, to go with five days without anything. I think I was going through some withdrawal or something

BillyM1983: lol

BillyM1983: hey . . .

Abessa: what?

BillyM1983: I have some news

Abessa: oooo, what kind of news?

BillyM1983: sit down now and brace yourself

Abessa: lol ok, I'll get off my bureau and sit down . . . it's a lot easier to reach my computer from the chair anyway

BillyM1983: rofl listen wiseass, do you want to hear my news or not?

Abessa: sorry, I'll try to behave . . . even though I know you love it when I don't behave ;-)

BillyM1983: I do ;-) here's my news: I was accepted to BU!!!!!!!!!!!!

Abessa: YAYYYYYYYYY OMG Billy, that's fantastic. I can't believe we're both going to be going to school in Boston together. This is so amazing, this is beyond amazing . . . it's freakin' amazing lol

BillyM1983: I know babe, I was so happy. I got the letter today and really forced myself up tonight to tell you

Abessa: I'm so glad you did, kiddo. I'm so excited.

BillyM1983: me too. Now I can't wait until September. I was so happy when you got accepted to Emerson, but then a few weeks went by and I didn't hear anything from BC or BU . . . I was convinced I wasn't getting in to either one.

Abessa: I was kinda worried too . . . but this is going to be so cool. I can't believe we're going to be going to school a few miles from each other.

BillyM1983: it's going to be great . . . hey, I hate to pop on and pop off, but I'm starting to feel lousy again. I wanted to come on and tell you about BU though.

Abessa: awww, you feel better baby!! If you don't, I'm going to go up there and kick your ass. ;-) I'm glad you came on to tell me.

Abessa: you realize we're going to need to get all our schoolwork done during the week, because I have a feeling our weekends are going to be spoken for ;-)

BillyM1983: :) I can't wait.
 
 

......The Beginning
 
 

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