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 No More Cherry

   by Douglas Fox (C) 2014

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   Shockingly, Rosie is captivated by hunky football star, Michael.  The
problem?  Rosie is going steady with Taylor.  Will Michael and Rosie's
Saturday afternoon tryst spell the end of Rosie and Taylor relationship?

   (mf mm first interracial safe unsafe)
Characters:
Rosie - 16 years old, junior in high school - 6'-2" tall, 138 pounds -

member of school volleyball team.

   Michael - 17 years old, senior in high school - 6'-2" tall, 185 pounds,
football team captain and tight end.

   Taylor - 15 years old, junior in high school - 5'-5", 130 pounds, avid
Scout and camper.  Has been going steady with Rosie for the past four
months.

   Skinny Rosie unexpectedly falls for hunky, football team captain,
Michael.  Things escalate.  Will Rosie, who is going steady with Taylor,
cheat with Michael and allow him to go all the way one weekend when the
parents are away.  How do they handle the inevitable trouble that results
from this hook-up?

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   `How had this happened?' I wondered.  Michael's heavy body pressed
against mine as we Frenched.  His tongue diddled against mine.  Both us
were topless.  The wisps of hair on his chest tickled me as our bodies
rubbed together.  His body rubbed against my stiff nipples.

   "You make me so fucking hot, Rosie," Michael gasped between kisses.

   My parents were away for the weekend.  I was alone in my room with the
hottest guy in our high school.  We had all afternoon alone, with no
possibility of being disturbed.  Could I go through with this?  Could I go
all the way with this... this boy?

   Michael and I continued making out.  It felt... amazing.  I'm no
stranger to first base - or second and beyond either.  It was more intense
than I'd ever experienced while dating others.  The way his body rubbed
against my chest and the things his tongue and lips were doing to me...
God, he made me so horny!

   I knew I was having the same effect on Michael.  His "package" was hard
and pressing into my stomach.  Would he want to go all the way with me, a
tall, skinny volleyball player?  He's a senior, a captain and a tight end
on our football team.  Me?  I was, by everyone's agreement, a beanpole and
a year behind him in school.

   None of my insecurities affected Michael.  He continued kissing and
dueling his tongue with my tongue.  I wrapped my arms around his muscular
sides and back as we made out.  Michael slipped a hand between our bodies,
grasping my chest so my stiff nipple was under his thumb.  He rubbed it. 
Oh... My... God!

   I thrust my tongue into Michael's mouth.  He sucked it in and twirled
his tongue against mine.  We continued, heedless of anything except lips on
lips and tongue on tongue.  We made out frantically for... minutes?  Who
knows?  Finally we had to break our lip-lock momentarily to breathe.

   "God, Rosie," Michael gasped between pants.  "Why'd we ever stop being
friends?"

   Michael and I had been had been playmates when we were small, before his
family moved to another neighborhood.

   "Different elementary schools?" I offered.  "Different circles?  I don't
know."

   ----oooOooo---

   Five years at different elementary schools had killed whatever
connection we once had.  By the time I was in the same middle school as
Michael, I had my friends.  He had his.  Anyway, he was a grade ahead of
me. We said, "Hi," when saw each other in the hallways.  Nothing changed
when we moved on to high school - until the school year started a month
ago.

   Michael and I were signed up for the same Photography class.  By chance,
our teacher assigned us to sit at the same table.  The decade apart just
seemed to slip away as we talked, laughed and worked together.  Soon
Michael was teasing me and calling me Rosie again, like he had years ago. I
responded by calling him Mikey, but that didn't last.  It didn't fit the
football tight end image he cultivated.  I settled on calling him Michael.

   Our friendship rekindled and then burst into flame two weeks ago.  I'm
supposed to be in a steady relationship... well... I AM in a steady
relationship right now.  Things escalated beyond friendship two weeks ago
when Taylor, my steady, had a Scout camping weekend.  Recently broken up
with his bitchy, high maintenance girlfriend, Brittany Miller, Michael and
I decided to go to the movies on a Friday night - just as friends.

   We saw one of Pixar's animated flicks.  It was funny.  We laughed and
had a great time.  Things developed further at the end of the movie when
Michael drove me home.  He pulled over and stopped a block from my house.

   "This was a great night, Rosie," Michael.  "You have no idea how much I
enjoyed this."

   "I had a great time too," I agreed.

   "I need to admit something, Rosie," Michael said as he stared into my
eyes.  "You will keep a secret for me, won't you?" I nodded yes.  "Maybe I
should show you rather than tell you."

   I was shocked when he put his hand around my neck and pulled my head
closer to his.  He leaned in and kissed me.  On the lips!  I was flustered
and startled but my body responded when he slipped his tongue into my
mouth. My eyes glazed over and I saw stars as this... this boy kissed me
like I'd never been kissed in my life.

   We necked for probably five minutes.  It was nothing like when I necked
with Taylor.  Taylor and I had gone much further sexually in the four
months we'd gone steady but the feelings then were nothing like these now.
I finally realized the time as Michael and I made out.

   "I've got, like, three minutes to get home," I protested as I broke away
from his kiss.

   "Are you all right with this?" Michael asked.  "I didn't freak you out
with the kiss?"

   "I don't know," I admitted.  "I never expected... I... I'm just
confused."

   "This is our secret?" Michael asked.

   "Yes, totally," I agreed.  "How could I tell?"

   "I want to be more than friends, Rosie," Michael responded.  "Can you
feel that way... about me?"

   "I don't know," I answered.  "I just don't know.  This is all so
unexpected.  I never suspected you... I have Taylor."

   "Do you love, Taylor?" Michael asked.

   "Love?" I remarked.  Taylor and I had fun together.  We explored each
other's bodies as we learned about what teenaged hormones could do.  It was
fun but... was it love?  "I'm confused.  I need time."

   "Fair enough," Michael said.  He planted one more, less intense kiss on
my lips.  "Let's get you home before you turn into a pumpkin."

   Michael and I surreptitiously hooked up half a dozen times after that
movie.  Mostly they were make-out sessions except for last Wednesday after
school.  Michael had given me an oral quickie.  It blew my mind.  Taylor
had tried before, without nearly as much success.  The feelings were so
much more intense with Michael.  Wednesday's quickie, and Taylor's
announcement that the family was heading to the west end of the state this
weekend to visit the grandparents, led directly to Michael being alone with
me this afternoon in my bedroom.  We would explore whether I was ready for
a serious relationship with Michael.

   ----oooOooo---

   "Rosie, I am falling in love with you," Michael declared, as he sprawled
on top of me, chest to chest in my bed.

   "Is that a good thing?" I responded.  "What are people going to say?"
Michael laughed.

   "It's a black-white thing, isn't it?" he asked.

   "No, it's not," I declared.  Michael always joked about being a black
man.  I guess to some he would be considered black, no matter what he
looked like.  His dad is a red-haired Irishman with skin paler than mine.
Granted, his mom is considered African-American, albeit, a very light
skinned African-American.  Michael had straight red hair that looked
nothing like what you would expect for a black person.  His skin color was
slightly darker than my Caucasian skin, but only to a slight degree.  He
certainly wasn't black.  Not even brown or beige.  Michael's skin color
could best be described as matching my coffee, on the few occasions I drank
coffee - lots of milk and sugar with a touch of coffee for flavor.

   "What then?" Michael asked rhetorically.  "I don't give a rat's ass what
people say.  I am falling for you and I don't care who knows."

   "It isn't that simple and you know it," I insisted.  "People WILL talk."

   "Fuck `em!" Michael answered.

   "That wasn't the idea for this afternoon," I said.  "I wanted you to do
that to me, not everyone else."

   "Are you sure, Rosie?" Michael asked.  His face went serious as he
stared into my eyes.  "We don't have to if you don't want to."

   "I need... no, we need to explore what this is between us," I responded.
"I need you to take my cherry this afternoon.  I need to understand this."

   "It may hurt," Michael said.  I could feel that big, steely bar in his
pants, pressed into my abdomen.  I knew he wasn't going to be small.  This
would be a hell of a first time for me.

   "I'm sure," I answered, laughing and pointing to the bottle on my
dresser.  "I bought lots of lube.  I hear that is important for the first
time."

   "Lube is always important," Michael agreed.  "If it isn't sloppy it
isn't good."

   "Let's do this," I declared.  "Kiss me again." We swapped tongues for a
minute or two.  Michael sat up, straddling my torso.

   "We've got too many clothes on," Michael remarked.  That was only partly
true.  Michael and I took full advantage of this late September, Indian
summer weekend to dress in T-shirts and sport shorts today.  This weather
was simply not normal for late September in Connecticut.  I pulled his
shorts down to reveal a pair of gray Under Armour boxer-briefs.  Michael
hopped out of bed and shucked the shorts but kept the briefs on.

   I eyed the bulge in Michael's briefs.  I don't know if the stereotype of
all black men having big cocks was true or not.  I did know Michael was
well endowed.  I gulped as I thought about that big thing going inside my
body.  Would it fit?

   Michael reached for the waist band of my shorts.  I popped my hips up
and let him lower the shorts.  I don't know if he expected it or not, but
my shorts were lined.  I had nothing on beneath my shorts.  I plopped my
bare butt on the bed and lifted my feet up so Michael could remove the
shorts.  There I was in all my skinny, pale, white glory.

   "Too skinny," I remarked as Michael stared at me.  "I know.  Everyone
says it."

   "You look hot," Michael answered.  "I want to make love to you so much."

   "That is what we are here for," I said.  "If you still want me."

   "I most definitely want you, Rosie," Michael declared as he clambered
onto my body again.  His hard, 185 pound body pressed against my body as we
returned to kissing.  He rubbed his hard, cloth encased package against my
naked crotch as we continued making out.  Hot?  God, this boy was making me
hot.

   Michael switched to kissing my cheeks, nibbling on my ear lobes and then
kissing down my neck.  He continued down across my chest until he hit one
of my sensitive spots, my hard nipples.  Michael knew it.  He lavished
attention to kissing, suckling, nipping and biting my sensitive brown
swirls of flesh.

   This was mind blowing already.  Taylor and I enjoyed our sexual
exploration together but it had never, ever been this intense for me. 
Michael continued sawing his hard, cloth-covered erection against my naked
groin.  I was afraid I would come just from Michael's dry humping.

   I managed to squeak out, "You still have clothes on," between moans as
Michael blew my brain's circuitry.  He stopped his assault on my nipples
momentarily and hopped out of my bed.  He smiled before slowly pulling his
boxer-briefs down.

   The sight confirmed all my hunches about Michael's endowment.  This boy
was big!  I stared at his cock.  It was a brown, quite a few shades darker
than the rest of his body.  It had a light band of skin just below the big,
purplish-brown head.  I shuddered as I stared at the mesmerizing organ.  It
had to be eight inches long and a couple inches across.  That was going in
my body!?!?

   "Are you ready for this, Rosie?" Michael asked as he gestured towards
his cock.

   "Soon, but not yet," I answered.  "Come up on the bed.  You went down on
me last Wednesday.  I want to return the favor."

   "You know you don't need to," Michael responded.  "We can hump some more
or get down to the main event - whichever you want."

   I patted the bed.  "You went down on me," I explained.  "I want to
return the favor."

   "I won't turn down a blow job if one is offered," Michael answered. 
"Just remember, it isn't necessary, if it grosses you out or anything."

   "I've never done it before, but I am willing to try."

   Michael climbed into my bed and lay down beside me.  I scooted around
cross-ways on the bed and lowered my head towards Michael's groin.  This
cock was impossibly big.

   I had no experience giving blow jobs but had read up on the techniques
on-line since Wednesday.  I knew I needed to share everything if I was to
develop a relationship with Michael.  If it turned out that I was willing
to have a relationship with this boy.

   I swallowed hard and engulfed his big cockhead with my mouth.  "Teeth!"
Michael hissed.

   "Ssoorrwwy," I mumbled with a mouth full of cockhead.  I tightened the
seal with my lips and made sure my teeth didn't touch Michael's sensitive
cockhead.  I swirled my tongue around the big invader.  I could hear
Michael moan as I sucked him.  I wrapped one hand around his cock shaft. 
Damn!  This boy was big.  My thumb and forefinger couldn't touch as I
encircled the engorged phallus.  I stroked the big boy as I suckled and
teased the head.

   I must have been doing OK.  Michael was moaning and squirming as I blew
him.  I pulled off his engorged head.  Michael moaned an "ahhhh..." I
licked around his head for a moment and then licked down the big vein on
the underside of his cock, until I reached his balls.  I licked around his
hair-covered balls.  I tried to suck one of the balls into my mouth.  It
barely fit.  Michael's balls were proportional to his big cock.  I licked
my way back up his cock again before engulfing his head with my mouth.

   I sucked and stroked, stroked and sucked.  It didn't take very many
minutes before I noticed Michael tense up.  I knew the meaning of this.  I
sucked extra hard and swirled my tongue around his cockhead while I stroked
his shaft.  Michael moaned and squirmed from my efforts.  He tensed and
growled, "Oooohhhh... Shit!  I'm... gonna... FUCKING... come..."

   I could feel his cockhead swell in preparation for firing.  I was OK
with giving head but I wasn't ready to swallow, at least not yet.  I gave
Michael one more suckle before pulling my mouth away.  I felt his cock
pulse as I pulled off.  The first spurt of semen spurted against my cheek.
I pulled further away.  The rest splattered across his chest and stomach,
pooling in his belly button.

   Michael gasped and panted.  I sat on my haunches and looked down at the
boy.  He just glowed from his orgasm.

   "That was fucking awesome, Rosie," Michael finally panted, as he
recovered his wits.  I wallowed in the boy's praise as he recovered.  I
grabbed some tissues from my nightstand.  I wiped the come off my cheek
before cleaning up Michael's belly.

   "You ready for the main event?" I asked.  Michael was fisting his
tumescent cock.

   "I'm almost ready but you're not," Michael answered.  He motioned for me
to lay down on my bed again.  "You need to try some fingers before you get
this." He waved his rapidly hardening rod towards me.  "This might be a bit
much for the first thing in your hole."

   "You know better than me," I admitted.

   "Where's the lube?" Michael asked.  I pointed towards my dresser. 
Michael hopped out of bed and retrieved the squeeze bottle.  Michael pushed
my legs apart and climbed into bed between them.  He pushed them up so my
knees were practically up to my shoulders.  He squirted the cool lube onto
his fingers and then probed down below for my hole.  He let his thumb strum
across the sensitive area above my opening.

   I tensed as I felt his fingers spread the cool lubrication around my
opening.  I tensed when Michael tried to worm one finger into me.  "Relax,"
my soon-to-be lover commanded.  I tried my best.  The finger slipped into
me.  I felt Michael probe my insides for a moment before withdrawing it. 
The finger returned again, pressing more easily into my hole this time,
cool from the additional lube Michael had applied.

   I wasn't sure if I would be able to stand something thrust inside my
body.  I found one finger felt OK.  Actually, more than OK.  I was getting
into his finger fucking.  Michael stopped for more lube two more times.  I
felt stretched a little each time he returned the finger to my insides.

   "Does three fingers hurt?" Michael asked soothingly.

   "Three?" I gasped.  "That's three?"

   "It is," Michael confirmed.  "Three with lots of lube and plenty of
preparation."

   "Am I ready for the real thing?" I asked.  The moment my cherry
disappeared was rapidly approaching.  That big, brown, monster was looking
huge again.  Could I do this?

   "Let's try four fingers first," Michael suggested.

   "You have the experience," I agreed.  Michael pulled his fingers out
again for more lube.  I knew he had applied a lot.  I could feel it running
down my bottom and between my butt cheeks.  There was a little pressure and
a pinch as my soon-to-be lover forced four digits into my poor, stretched
hole.  Michael finger fucked me for a minute or so.  I didn't feel any
pain.

   "I think you're ready," Michael announced.  "Are you sure you want to go
all the way, Rosie?"

   "Absolutely," I confirmed.  "Take my cherry."

   "OK"

   "You are going to use protection, right?" I asked.

   "I'm not an idiot.  It's 2014," Michael responded.  "This never goes
anywhere without being wrapped." I watched as Michael pulled a condom out
of his pants pocket and tore the wrapper open.  He carefully unrolled the
sheath down over his huge cock.  Michael spread lube over his humongous
organ as I watched.

   `Was I really ready for this?' I wondered.  Michael's cock looked much
too big to ever, EVER fit inside me.  Michael clambered into bed again,
between my legs.  He pushed my legs back so my knees were pinned against my
shoulders again, neatly exposing my hole for his use.  Michael gave my hole
one more shot of lube before scooting up against me.  I stared down at that
big, angry looking brown rod.  Was I ready for this?

   Michael nestled the head again my hole.  I involuntarily clenched my
muscles.  "Don't tense.  This will hurt if you do." I willed myself to
relax as he stared down at me.  I could see the love and concern in his
eyes as he prepared to deflower me.

   Michael pressed gently, barely perceptibly at first.  My lover was
patient.  He continued the gentle pressure until my hole relaxed more. 
Suddenly an inch and a half of his big cock slipped through the ring into
me.  I know it is supposed to hurt, but it didn't.

   "Are you OK?" Michael asked.  I smiled and nodded yes.  He leaned down
and kissed me on the lips.  Our tongues dueled.  I felt him hunch his torso
in towards my body as we kissed, burying more of that big, hot invader in
me.

   The feelings Michael was giving me was unlike anything I'd ever felt
before.  Michael broke our kiss and pressed further.  I loved the feeling
of this huge, hot cock burying itself in my body.  The friction as it
forced its way into me was exquisite.

   "God, you're tight," Michael moaned as he bottomed out.  I could feel
his balls planted against my backside.  "Does it hurt?"

   "It feels amazing," I responded.  "Fucking amazing."

   "That's the idea," Michael laughed.  "Ready for more?" I nodded my
consent.  Michael pulled his torso away from me, slowly withdrawing the hot
cock from my hole.  It felt great sliding out but it left a void.  Michael
humped forward again filling the gaping hollow in me.

   In and out.  In and out.  Michael varied speed and angle of thrusts for
variety.  In and out, he continued humping me.  I reveled in the feelings
he was generating.  Being fucked was the best thing that I had ever felt in
my sixteen years on this earth!

   In and out.  I grasped and rubbed his muscular sides as he humped and
thrust.  Occasionally I would wrap my arms around his neck and pull him
onto my chest so we could kiss and allow our tongues to duel again. 
Michael never let up the assault on my hole.  In and out.  God, this was
wonderful.

   I was getting hotter as I was fucked.  Michael hunched over as he
humped. He licked, kissed and suckled at my left nipple as he used quick,
short rabbit thrusts into me.  His pubic area bounced against my body.  I
was going to come!  I knew I was going to come!  Soon!!

   Michael rose up off my body again and stared into my eyes as he slowed
his thrusting into my body.  "I love you, Rosie," he declared.

   "This is amazing," I responded.  "You're so special, Michael Murray."
Did I love this boy?  Maybe.  Could I say the words to Michael while I was
going steady with Taylor?  That didn't seem right.  I had so many issues to
decide.  Loving the way Michael fucked me just complicated my life
immensely.  It would be so much easier if I had hated this.

   My orgasm was approaching and I hadn't even touched myself.  I had never
experienced anything this intense before.  I let Michael fucking sweep me
over the edge.  As I felt the first contraction of my orgasm, Michael
groaned, "Oh... God!  I'm..."

   I didn't need him to announce it.  Michael burrowed his cock as deep
into my hole as it would go and froze, his face a mixture of pain and
delight.  I could feel the pulse of his contractions as his spurted his
seed into the condom protecting the two of us.  My brain was fried.

   I stared down between us.  My balls were laying on either side of my
cock.  Untouched by man or boy, it twitched and then spit out my load.  The
first of my come landed halfway up my chest.  More spurts landed on my
chest and stomach.  The final dribbles of my spend pooled just below my
belly button.

   I collapsed back on my bed to recover.  Michael grinned down at me with
unfocused eyes.  After half a minute he declared, "That was fucking
awesome. Hadrian Justinian Rose, I love you!"

   All I could do was smile in the afterglow of our mating.  My
great-grandfather was nuts about Gibbons' "Decline and Fall of the Roman
Empire." He named my grandfather Hadrian Justinian, after the Roman
emperors.  My grandfather and father continued the tradition.  To my
parents and the DMV, I was Hadrian.  To the rest of the world, I was Rose
or Rosie.  Thank, God!

   "So do you like boy on boy?" Michael asked.

   "It was fucking amazing," I gushed.  "I had no idea."

   "Most aren't willing to try," Michael said.  "So where does that leave
the two of us?  Occasional fuck buddies?  Lovers?  A committed couple?"

   "I don't know," I replied.  Michael pulled his wilting cock out of my
bottom.  My hole gaped open.  I felt so empty.  "What will people say if we
let them know we're... we're..."

   "Gay?  Queer?" Michael finished.  "Fuck `em.  I don't care."

   "Fuck me, not them," I answered.  "They don't need to know how wonderful
you are.  But you know how high school kids can be.  We're going to get
shit if we let them know what we are doing."

   "I... DON'T... CARE!" Michael said.  "If they have a problem with it, so
what?  I love you and want to be with you."

   "I have a second complication," I said.  "What about Taylor?  I am
supposed to be in a committed relationship with her."

   "And you just cheated on her with me," Michael added.  I nodded yes. 
"Do you love Taylor?"

   "No, not really," I admitted.  "We're great together.  She's a good
friend."

   "Do you love her?" Michael asked.  "Is sex with her better than sex with
me?"

   "There is no comparison," I answered.  "You rocked my world like it's
never been rocked."

   "So, what about Taylor?" Michael asked.

   "I guess I break up with her when she gets back from her grandparents,"
I answered.

   "And?"

   "I don't know, Michael," I said.  "I just don't know.  I'm not..."

   "Queer?" Michael added helpfully.

   "I don't think I am," I protested.

   "But you like sex with me, a guy, better than you like sex with your
girlfriend?" Michael asked.

   "It's too weird," I answered.  "I need time.  The world says we
shouldn't do this.  That we shouldn't be together.  Can we?"

   "It's 2014," Michel interrupted.  "The world is changing.  It is fine to
admit your true feelings."

   "Give me time," I asked.  "Give me time to sort things out."

   "I won't out you if you decide you can't accept my love," Michael said.
"I hope you reach a point where we can walk down the hallway holding hands
or kiss by your locker or mine in the morning, just like any other couple
in the high school.  Take the time you need to sort out how you feel."

   ----oooOooo---

   "Hey, Rosie.  I'm home," Taylor announced cheerily when she called
Sunday evening after dinner.

   "How was your trip?" I asked.

   "Boring," Taylor said.  "I liked seeing my Grammy and Grandpa again, but
otherwise totally boring.  My phone didn't have service.  They don't have
wifi.  Hell, they don't even have internet.  How can anyone live like
that?"

   "I don't know," I answered sympathetically.

   "Your family is due home late, right?" Taylor asked.

   "Ten o'clock or so," I said.

   "Goodie!" Taylor responded.  "I told my `rents that I was going over to
Shelby's to study tonight.  She's going to pick me up and drive me over to
your house.  Can you drive me home after we finish?"

   "Finish?" I asked dumbly.

   "It's been over two and a half weeks since I enjoyed a ride on your
tool," Taylor explained.  "I need you bad.  Can you drive me home after you
finish screwing my brains out?"

   "Um... well..." I temporized.  It didn't matter.

   "I'll see you in fifteen," Taylor gushed before ending the call.

   Now what?  Michael and I fucked two more times Saturday afternoon before
he went home for supper.  I cocooned myself in the house to ponder what
happened next.  Was I a queer?  Did I like guys instead of girls?  Could I
be bisexual?  I did like fucking Taylor too.  Could I lie to Taylor about
cheating on her?

   Twenty-four hours of thinking provided only one answer.  I couldn't lie
to Taylor.  I would come clean to her when she came over.  Thirteen minutes
after her call, Taylor bounded up the front walk to my house when her
girlfriend, Shelby, dropped her off.

   Taylor launched herself at me when I let her in.  She wrapped her arms
around me, squeezed me in a tight hug and laid a scorching kiss on me.  My
teenaged hormones reacted as expected.  Soon we were lip locked together
exchanging tongues.

   A teenaged boy gets a hard-on from simply thinking about rubber bands, a
butterfly or eating a cheese burger.  Wrap a hot, teen girl around him,
ready to swab his tonsils with her tongue?  Boner city, guaranteed.

   I managed to shut the door between kisses.  Taylor had one thing on her
mind.  We necked for a minute before she tried to lead me upstairs to my
bedroom.

   "Can we talk?" I gasped as she led my upstairs.

   "We can talk all you want, after you take care of me," Taylor responded.
"I need you to fill me and right now!"

   Who was I to argue with a horny teen?  After all, she was my girlfriend.
I followed Taylor obediently to my bedroom.  A trail of my girlfriend's
clothes marked our path.

   "You're wearing entirely too many clothes," Taylor remarked when we
reached my bed.

   "Um... we... should..." I protested.  Taylor pulled my shirt over my
head before going for my pants.  I was down to my boxers when she pushed me
onto my bed.  Taylor dropped her panties before climbing on top of me.

   My naked girlfriend squirmed her way up so our heads were level with
each other.  My resolve to come clean with Taylor?  It was taking a
beating. What else could you expect from a sixteen-year-old guy who had a
naked girl sprawled on his almost naked body?  Taylor locked her lips over
mine.

   We made out furiously.  Michael?  Michael who?  My resolve disappeared
in a barrage of kisses and nibbles.  Break up?  I threw myself into making
out with relish.  My boner achieved total hardness.

   `Oh, I am so going to hell for what I am about to do,' I thought as
Taylor pulled my boxers off.  She rolled the two of us over so I was on
top. I rubbed my boner up and down against Taylor's wet slot.  I was on top
of a horny girl who wanted me to fuck her.  I was horny and hard.  Taylor
is going to get what she wants!

   "Ready?" I queried.

   "Put it in," Taylor agreed.  "I've been waiting for you to do this for
half the past week."

   "Protection?" I asked as Taylor grasped my hard-on and lined me up.

   "My period starts in about two days," she explained.  "I'm safe now.  I
liked it when we did it bareback three weeks ago."

   "You're sure?" I asked.  "We were a little drunk when we did that at
Jim's party."

   "It was a few days after my last period three weeks ago," Taylor
replied. "I was totally safe then.  I'm safe now.  I want to feel the real
you tonight."

   `What the hell?' I wondered.  I enjoyed the two times we screwed without
protection.  Why not do it again if I couldn't get Taylor knocked up today?
I thrust forward and sank my bare cock deep into my girlfriend's pussy.  I
thrust into my horny, well-lubricated girlfriend again, bottoming out with
a thump as my pubic bone crashed against Taylor's body.

   I got to humping and thrusting.  Taylor purred her approval as I screwed
her.  Pulling out and plunging back in.  The sensations on my bare cock
were good.  Taylor approved as I gave her my best effort.

   Still, something nagged at me as we screwed.  Taylor was having fun
but... but she didn't seem to enjoy as much as Michael had.  A cock in a
sloppy, hot pussy was good but... but did I like getting fucked more than
being the fucker?  The sensation of bare cock in hot pussy were intense.  A
couple minutes of boffing had me ready to explode.

   I stared down at Taylor as we fucked.  Michael's question continued
popping in my brain.  Did I love her?  No, probably not.  Taylor smiled and
encouraged me to keep going but... but did she enjoy me fucking her as much
as I enjoyed having Michael fuck me?  I could see it in her face.  She
didn't.

   I continued humping away.  She wanted me to get off.  Why not?  Could I
get Taylor off the way Michael had for me?  I decided to try to help her
along.  I slipped a hand down and thumbed her clitoris.

   "Ewww!  No!" Taylor snapped.  "That's dirty.  Don't do that."

   I pulled my hand away and concentrated on getting myself off.  I didn't
need long.  I grunted, "Pull out?" as my groin began to tingle from my
impending orgasm.

   "Don't need to," Taylor insisted as she shook her no.  She wrapped her
legs around my backside.  "It's safe to come in me.  You can't get me
preggers today."

   Two or three more thrusts were enough.  I groaned and drove my swelling
hard-on deep into Taylor's belly.  My semen jetted out of the end of my
cock, coating Taylor's insides with sperm.  I groaned, pulling free of
Taylor and collapsed into a sweaty heap of jelly on my bed.

   Taylor rolled half on top of me while I recovered my wits.  "You were
great, Rosie," she declared repeatedly as she showered me with kisses.

   "We really needed to talk BEFORE this," I remarked once I recovered a
little.

   Taylor stared into my eyes.  "Are you dumping me?  Why?"

   "Dumping you?" I asked.  "I don't know.  I want to... no I need to tell
you something."

   "Something?"

   "It happened yesterday while you were away," I explained.  "I cheated on
you.  I am so sorry."

   "With who?" Taylor demanded.

   "I can't say."

   "WHO?" Taylor insisted.

   "It would be a disaster if word ever, EVER got out about who I was with
yesterday," I explained.  "It would be a fucking disaster for everyone."

   "Who is he?" Taylor asked.  I stared at my naked girlfriend,
dumbfounded.

   "Who... is... he?" she repeated.

   "He?" I managed to squeak.

   Taylor shook her head sadly.  "I never worried about you looking at
other pretty girls at school.  You never did in the four months we've gone
steady.  You check out guys."

   "I am not gay!" I protested.

   "Handsome guys catch your eye," Taylor insisted.  "I've seen it so many
times.  Who is he?  I won't breathe a word around school to anyone."

   "Cross your heart and hope to die?" I said.

   Taylor made a cross over her bare chest and responded, "May God strike
me dead if I reveal who you fucked yesterday."

   "Michael Murray," I replied simply.

   "Michael Murray!" Taylor gasped.  "Football team captain and a total
hunk?  You did well when you hooked up with him.  Do you love him?"

   "I don't know," I replied.  "I don't know anything after yesterday.  Am
I..."

   "Queer?" Taylor offered.  "I don't know if you are or not.  I know you
make a hell of a boyfriend for me.  Maybe you're bi?"

   "Maybe, I don't know," I answered.

   "Now what?" Taylor asked.

   "In fairness to you and to Michael, I can't go steady with you anymore,"
I answered.  "Beyond that, I have no idea."

   "What do we tell our friends tomorrow at school?" Taylor asked.

   "That we both agreed it was time for a break?" I offered.  "We should
see other people."

   "Fair enough," Taylor agreed.  "We're starting our junior year of high
school.  It's not like anyone expected us to stay together and get married
after college.  High school couples get together and break up all the time.
Still friends?"

   "Still friends," I agreed.

   "So, dish some dirt, friend," Taylor answered, laughing.  "What is it
like to fuck the football team captain?  I know my face turned bright red.
"You didn't!"

   "He fucked me," I confirmed.

   "Oh... my... God!" Taylor gasped.  "Michael Murray fucked you?  Rumor
has it that he is so, so hung."

   "Rumors are true," I responded.  "His cock is immense.  I have no idea
how he managed to stick it in me."

   "How was it?" Taylor asked.  "Are you becoming a size queen?"

   "Un-fucking-believable!" I answered.  "Am I a size queen?  I have no
idea.  I have enjoyed only the one cock."

   "I have to tell you, Rosie," Taylor said.  "That was one hell of a way
for you to say good-bye to me.  Thank you."

   "Can I ask you a question?" I asked as Taylor climbed out of bed and
picked up her panties.  "You were way over the top today.  Way more
demanding for sex than I've ever seen from you.  Did you suspect something
was up?" She pulled her panties on before answering.

   "I suspected," Taylor confirmed.  "I saw the way you were staring at
Michael over the past two weeks whenever you and he were around each other.
I was a little horny when I came over but when you said, `We need to talk,'
I knew I needed to try desperate measures to hold onto you."

   Desperate measures?  Those words dropped to the pit of my stomach. 
Desperate enough to allow me to knock her up so she could hang onto me?

   "Are you certain today is safe?" I asked.

   "Certain?  How about 99.99% safe?" Taylor asked.  "I expect my period in
two days.  There is no way I get knocked up now." She laughed.  "On the
other hand, if you had sneaked out to my Girl Scout camp out a couple weeks
ago and done me then the way you did me today, we would be calling each
other Mommy and Daddy."

   "That's a relief," I sighed.

   "Look, Rosie," Taylor said.  "I will keep your secret about Michael if
the two of you want to stay in the closet.  I will support you if you
decide to come out.  Your secret is safe."

   "You're the best, Taylor," I responded.

   "You've been a good boyfriend, Rosie," Taylor answered.  "I will value
our time together and always be a friend."

   "You are the best, Taylor," I said.  "I can give you a ride home after
you get dressed, if you're ready."

   "I told the `rents I would be ninety minutes at Shelby's," she answered.
"No need to hurry home, just yet.  Could I talk you into a little ice cream
first?"

   "Sold!  Ice cream between two good friends," I agreed.  "Get dressed.  I
will scare up some moose tracks from the fridge."

   ----oooOooo---

   I called Michael later that night, before my parents came home and
informed him of my freedom from Taylor.  I planned to talk with him for a
couple minutes but it extended way beyond that.  An hour later, I had
myself an exclusive boyfriend.  The two of us had a plan for tomorrow.

   I hurried inside the school Monday morning when my bus dropped me off. I
found Michael waiting for me at my locker, as planned.  I wrapped my arms
around his waist.  He did the same to me.  We exchanged a seriously hot
kiss, to the gasps of a few on-lookers in the hallway.  Michael took my
right hand in his left.  We walked hand in hand for my homeroom.  Taylor
even gave us a thumbs-up and a hearty "Congrats, you two," as we passed
her.

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