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 A Kiss At The End Of The Rainbow By Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004

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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!

   *****

   Courtney O'Keefe.  Just hearing her name is enough to get my heart
singing.  My lips turn up in a smile, and a warm feeling spreads through my
entire body.  It still doesn't quite make sense to me.  Courtney, the girl
of every man's dreams...  on my arm.  How could I be so lucky?

   To this day, I'll never understand what she saw in me.  I think maybe it
was the fact that I didn't immediately start fawning over her, bending over
backwards to her every whim, just on the off chance I might get a shot at
her.  I wasn't like that.

   Not that I didn't want to be, mind you.

   Courtney moved to Minnesota from somewhere out east, during the summer
before our senior year of high school.  She was immediately the "hot chick"
of the school, and the object of every guy's attentions.

   You have no idea how hard it was to sit back and watch all the other
guys practically line up in a row, just for the opportunity to get shot
down.  I would have been right there along with them...  I wanted to be, in
fact.  You would have found me in the very back of the row, but I would
have been there, but I'm just too damn shy.

   Every day, I'd see her in my physics class.  I kept hoping to hear Mr.
Humphries ask me if I wanted to partner up with Courtney.

   "Dennis," he said in the imaginary conversation I played over and over
in my head.  "How would you and Miss O'Keefe like to partner up on our
lab." In my fantasy we were discussing magnetism, and how polar opposites
attract.  It couldn't have been more perfect.

   "Of course, if that's what she wants," I answered.  Even in my own
daydream I was practically unable to look her in the eye, just like
reality. Courtney had a wild, Irish goddess look about her, as if she was
some kind of Celtic warrior princess, and I was completely and utterly
intimidated by her presence.

   In my dream though, nervous as I may have been, I was finally able to
turn and give her what I hoped was a gallant grin.  My heart felt ready to
burst, because in my fantasy Courtney never failed to return my smile
before she turned back to Mr.  Humphries.

   "I'd like that very much," she always answered in her soft melodious
voice.

   But alas, daydreams and fantasies rarely come true for me.  My walls
aren't filled with scantily-clad women or sports stars, because I know I
have no shot at dating a supermodel or playing in the big leagues.

   What decorates my walls?  Pictures of my parents, my sister, photos of
the library of the college I've already been accepted to.  Those sort of
things.  People who love me, who care for me, things already in my grasp. I
can happily engage in my fantasy life, but would never dream to put it out
in front of me as some sort of goal.

   Put another way, it's fun to think about the pot of gold at the end of
the rainbow, but completely silly to go looking for it.  There's no use
pining for something that can't exist, and that's how I felt about
Courtney. She was there, but was certainly too good to be true, at least in
my world.

   *****

   And yet...

   "Dennis?" I had been biding my time in study hall, my homework finished,
just staring out the window as the leaves turned red and orange and
prepared to float to the ground, a constant reminder of the coming of
winter.  It was the fall of my senior year and I was ready to graduate. 
Only seven more months and I was out of here.  I started at the sound of my
name and turned to see who wanted me, and my mouth immediately dried, my
throat suddenly raspy.

   "Yes?" I managed to gasp.  That one syllable was almost more than I
could string together, as my entire field of vision was filled with the
sight of Courtney O'Keefe, only this wasn't some far-fetched daydream. 
This was real.

   "Dennis Miller?" she asked, smiling slightly as the realization hit her.
Yes, that's my real name, and no I'm not nearly as funny as he is.

   "Yes," I nodded, rolling my eyes as she laughed.  I took the opportunity
to glance around to see if anyone had noticed this...  this goddess
standing at my table.  Talking to me...  me!

   "Mr.  Armstrong gave me your name, said you might be able to help me?" I
saw she was holding a slip of paper, and recognized it as a referral to one
of the student tutors.  I reached out and took it from her and quickly
looked it over.

   I was never so happy for computer glitches.  It had been two semesters
since I'd been an active tutor for Mr.  Armstrong's calculus class, but I
still occasionally received tutoring assignments like this.  Normally I
would apologize and send the student back to the office for a new tutor.  I
was no longer being paid by the school, so why bother, right?  Not this
time, there was no way I would turn this assignment back.

   "Sure," I said as casually as I could, handing the paper back to her. 
"Glad to help."

   "Great," she said, beaming a million-watt smile at me.  I swear her
teeth sparkled brighter than in the toothpaste commercials.  She even had
little dimples in her cheeks when she grinned, and my heart started beating
faster.

   "When...  when would you like to start?" I asked, frantically making
mental notes to cancel any and all plans I might have had.  Nothing was
more important than this.  Nothing.

   Courtney fidgeted in place, biting on her lower lip as she thought about
when we could study.

   "How about Thursday?" she finally suggested.

   "Sounds fine," I said without thought.  She smiled at me, although I'm
not sure if it was because I sounded so eager or if she was simply glad I
could help.

   "Perfect," she said.  "Oh...  where do we meet?" she asked.  My place or
yours, I almost blurted out, but thankfully didn't.

   "How about the library?" I asked, startled when she frowned.

   "Oh, I don't have any study halls," she answered.  "I just got a pass
out of gym so I could come find you.  We'll have to study before or after
school."

   "In that case, why don't we work at your place," I said, sounding much
calmer than I felt.  "Do you have somewhere quiet we can study?" I asked.

   "My room?" she asked, and I shook my head.  "Oh...  Isn't that okay?"

   "Too comfortable.  Too many distractions.  A kitchen table is often best
for serious studying.  It's not as fun," I said, my heart leaping in my
chest as Courtney smiled at me, "but it's more effective."

   "I guess that's cool then," she said.  "We'll have the place to
ourselves, since my mom works late on Thursday nights, so we won't be
bothered."

   "Great," I said.  "It's a date." I blushed when I realized what I had
said, but Courtney just smiled and stuck out her hand.

   "It's a date," she agreed.  My palms were sweaty, and I hurriedly wiped
them on my pants before reaching out to seal the deal.  Her hands were
delicate and smooth, and I had a hard time letting go.  I finally did
though, and Courtney gave a little wave as she left the study hall.

   I looked around, hoping someone had seen me talking to Courtney, but no
one seemed to notice.

   *****

   Some kind of bizarre warping of time and space always seems to take
effect when it's least wanted.  Why is it, for instance, that when I'm
racing to get to the bank before it closes, time speeds up and I get there
a few minutes too late?  How can the road get longer when I'm pulling up to
a yellow light, forcing me to stop and sit through a red light, then get
shorter when I'm trying to stop suddenly on a patch of black ice?

   Why was it that time stood still between our first meeting and Thursday?
It was only two days, but if I'd put my mind to it, I'm sure I could have
written a novel, time seemed to move so slowly.

   I found myself glancing at the clock so often that even my mother
noticed.

   "Everything okay Dennis?" she asked.  I looked at the clock for the
fiftieth time since I'd gotten home from school, and saw it was ten minutes
after five o'clock.

   "Yeah," I said.  "I'm just...  I have a tutoring assignment and I don't
want to be late."

   "Oh, well that's...  wait a minute, I thought you stopped tutoring."

   "Um...  I still help some students.  When I can...  if I'm not busy.  I
like to help out."

   "That's nice.  Who are you tutoring?"

   "Some girl.  Courtney."

   "Do I know her?"

   I scanned my memory, trying to remember if my mom would have ever seen
Courtney.  If she had she'd certainly know who I was talking about.  And
probably why I was so nervous.

   "I don't think so," I finally said.  "She's new this year."

   "Oh.  Is she nice?"

   I almost laughed.  What an understatement!  As if the most beautiful,
most stunning, absolutely perfect example of the female species could be
called...  nice.  What an insult!

   "Yeah.  I guess so.  She's pretty nice," I heard myself answer.  Way to
play it cool, right?

   "When do you have to be there?" my mom asked, and I found myself
checking the clock for the fifty-first time in two hours, and groaned when
I saw only two minutes had passed, which sadly was about the average.

   "Seven o'clock," I mumbled, and went to my room to check myself in the
mirror.  Again.

   *****

   I knew I had no real reason to be nervous as I knocked on the O'Keefe's
front door.  This was just a study date to Courtney, and meant nothing more
to her than that.  From her point of view I was a tool to a better grade.
Nothing more, nothing less.

   Obviously I was blowing this way out of proportion, and I realized there
was a better than average chance of me embarrassing myself simply because I
was so nervous.  I took a deep breath to calm myself, but ended up choking
as the door opened right as I started to exhale.

   I stood there coughing and sputtering on the front step as Courtney
looked at me in amusement and concern.

   "You okay?" she asked as I slowly got my breath back.

   "Yeah," I gasped, taking a deep lung full of air.  "Sorry...  something
went down the wrong pipe or something," I said lamely.  "Do you want me to
come in?"

   She laughed.

   "Did you bring a cell phone?" she asked.  I was confused...  was this a
trick question?

   "No...  no cell phone.  Why?"

   "Then I think it would probably make it easier for us to study if you
did come in," she laughed, stepping back and allowing me to enter.  I
wanted to crawl in a hole I was so red-faced, but a quick glance around her
living room revealed no holes, so I had to be content to follow Courtney
into the kitchen.

   "Want some water?" she asked, but I shook my head.  I was over my
coughing spell, although I was still a little chagrined to have been
hacking up a lung when she first opened the door.  So much for a good first
impression.

   "I'm good."

   "Let's start then," she said, sitting down.  I stood for a moment,
trying to memorize everything about her.  Courtney had changed out of her
school clothes and was wearing an old pair of grey sweatpants and a navy
blue Michigan Wolverine t-shirt.  Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a
ponytail, and she was obviously ready to get started.

   I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, mentally chastising myself for
ogling her in her own home.  I had to keep this professional, or I'd make a
fool out of myself, I knew.  I grabbed a couple pencils out of my bag,
before quickly sitting down in the chair opposite Courtney at the kitchen
table.

   "Well," I said, clearing my throat.  I had brought some basic worksheets
with me, in order to better get a grasp of where Courtney's troubles
originated.  "Why don't you look this over," I suggested, handing her the
piece of paper.  "Let me know what you can do and what confuses you, and
we'll go from there."

   Courtney grabbed a pencil and began going over the worksheet,
occasionally using her calculator to help with a difficult problem.  I had
nothing to do while she worked, so I tried to watch out of the corner of my
eye, not wanting to get caught staring at her.

   I must have been more obvious than I thought, for suddenly Courtney
looked up from her work and our eyes met for a moment, before I quickly
looked away.

   "Yes?" she asked.  "Did you need anything?"

   "Oh...  um...  just...  if you have any questions, feel free to ask. 
This isn't a test," I said, hoping I didn't sound as lame to her ears as I
did to my own.

   "Okay," she said, returning to the problems.

   I made a point to look everywhere but at her for the next few moments,
but found my gaze returning time and again, drawn to Courtney like a fly to
a flame.  Every tiny movement she made, every flick of her hair, every time
she brought the pencil to her mouth, every crease in her forehead as she
frowned in concentration...  each was just another reason I was in love.

   Of course it wasn't love, not at that point.  Just a serious
infatuation, and I knew it.  I was at the stage where every little thing
Courtney did was endearing to me.  There was nothing she could do at that
point that wouldn't have made my heart flutter.  For the moment it was
enough to just be in the same room with her.

   "Done," she said, and I whipped my head back in Courtney's direction
from where I'd been staring at the kitchen clock.  "I think I missed a
few," she said.  "But most of the questions were fine, I guess." She
frowned, clearly disturbed by her previous lack of success.

   "Okay, well, let me look it over and we'll go from there," I said.  For
the next few minutes I was busy correcting her work, although I would
occasionally look up and find her looking at me.  Just bored, I told
myself, she's wishing I'd hurry up and finish looking over her paper, and I
would hurriedly look back to the worksheet.

   Finally I finished, and found what I thought was the underlying problem
to her difficulties.

   "Should you really be in calculus?" I asked.  "It looks like....  well,
it looks as if there's a whole lot of algebra and geometry that you don't
understand."

   Courtney sighed and bit her nail angrily before answering.  "It's my
mom," she said.  "She thinks I need to take calculus in order to get into
college.  I told her it was useless, but she insisted."

   "Did you understand your other math classes?" I asked.

   "Some of it," she said, shrugging her shoulders.  "I've really tried
this semester, but it seems like the more I study the more confused I get.
Is it hopeless?" she asked, her eyes boring into mine, and I suddenly
wondered if she hoped it was a lost cause.

   "You're not getting out of it that easy," I chided.  "We can work on
this, and I think you can get it.  It'll mean a lot of work, and it's going
to be like cleaning a room and how it gets messy before it gets clean. 
You'll be more behind than you are now before you start to catch up, but
you will catch up.  Are you up to it?"

   Courtney fidgeted in her seat for a minute, before nodding.  She had a
curious look in her eye as she watched me, and I wondered if I'd said
something wrong, but quickly put it out of my mind as we went to work.

   *****

   Our study sessions continued for the next few weeks, right up until
Christmas break.  As it turned out, Courtney was more than willing to put
in the work and it appeared she had both the mind and the energy to make it
happen.

   I was sitting in my bedroom one afternoon during Christmas break when my
sister knocked on my door.

   "Yeah?" I called out, and she opened the door a crack.

   "Phone call," she said.  "Some girl named Courtney.  Who's Courtney?  Is
she your girlfriend?" she asked, grinning.  I love little sisters, and
Trisha is a great little sister, but she can be kind of a brat sometimes.

   "She's not my girlfriend," I said.  "I don't have a girlfriend, thanks
so much for bringing it up.  Now get out."

   Trisha stuck her tongue out at me but left, shutting the door behind
her. I took a couple deep breaths, wondering what reason Courtney could
possibly have for calling me at home over Christmas break.  I picked up the
receiver carefully, trying not to let my nervousness show in my voice.

   "Hello?" I said.

   "Dennis?" she asked, sounding nervous herself, and I wondered what
gauntlet my sister had put her through before announcing her call to me.

   "Yeah.  This is Courtney?"

   "Yeah."

   "What's up?"

   "We did it!"

   "Did what?" What was she talking about?

   "Did you get your grades back yet?  I got mine in the mail today, and I
got a "B" in calculus!  I was failing before and I got a "B!"

   "Congratulations," I said.  "You earned it, you know.  You put in a lot
of work."

   "But I couldn't have done it without you.  Thank you so much."

   "No problem," I said.

   "We need to celebrate," Courtney said, and I nearly choked.

   "Celebrate?"

   "Yep.  We're going to paint the town red.  Or something.  Do you have
plans over the rest of break?"

   Did I have plans?  Let's see...  my family always visits relatives, and
generally a couple cousins from out of town stay with us for a few days. 
My dad and I almost always spend some time up at the family cabin and
usually some friends and I go ice fishing.

   "No.  No plans." I said.  No plans that couldn't be cancelled, I should
have said.

   "Great!  I'll give you a call sometime, okay?"

   "Sure," I said, wondering how I could be so lucky.  Two calls from
Courtney O'Keefe...  I was in heaven.

   "Okay, thanks again Dennis.  I gotta go.  Bye!"

   "Bye," I said, and sighed contentedly as I the connection went dead as
Courtney hung up.

   As it turned out, Courtney was true to her word and did call, and the
two of us ended up going out to see a movie and have dinner.  It would have
been a perfect date, except in the back of my mind I knew Courtney was only
doing this as a payment of sorts, for me helping her with her math.  Still,
I didn't mind, and was as courteous and gallant as I imagined all her
boyfriends were, holding doors open for her, pushing her chair in to the
table.  I even brought her a single red rose.

   "Thanks," she said, smiling as I presented it to her.  "It's beautiful."
Before I could say anything, Courtney leaned across the car seat and gave
me a small kiss on the cheek.

   "No problem," I stammered, my collar instantly too tight in the suddenly
hot car.  In reality the windows were frosted over and I could see my
breath, but with all the blood in my body rushing to my face, it was no
wonder I was warm.  I'm sure I was blushing madly.  It's not every day
Courtney O'Keefe kisses me.

   "You're cute when you're nervous," she said, smiling at me as she leaned
against the door.

   Thankfully no more was said on the subject, and the rest of the evening
was a stunning success.  Courtney, as I'd found out while tutoring her, was
a fun, easygoing and altogether nice person.  Unlike every other girl I'd
had a crush on, I found myself, for the most part, able to behave like a
normal human being around Courtney.  Whether I was getting older or for
some other reason, I felt perfectly comfortable around her.

   All through the movie I couldn't help but be aware of Courtney, sitting
beside me in the dark theater.  I could smell her perfume over the odor of
stale popcorn and sticky candy, and found it nearly intoxicating.  Our
fingers met once in the tub of popcorn.  Courtney giggled as our fingers
bumped together, slippery from the butter, and squeezed my hand.

   My cock was instantly hard in my pants, and I was thankful for the cover
the popcorn provided, although I was ever aware of just how close
Courtney's hand was to my prick as she reached for another handful of
popcorn.  I held my breath, hoping my condition escaped her noticed,
breathing an audible sigh of relief as she moved away.

   "You okay?" she asked, concern and confusion in her eyes.

   "I'm fine," I whispered back.  "Just having a good time."

   "Good," she said, smiling and leaning toward me.  "Me too."

   My heart was pounding in my chest as Courtney leaned against me.  I
fought the urge to put my hand around her shoulder, content to feel the
soft curls of her hair against my cheek.  I remember nothing of the movie,
all my attentions were focused on the beautiful creature to my right.

   "I had a wonderful time tonight," Courtney said as I dropped her off.  I
had offered to walk her to the door, a gentleman to the end.

   "So did I," I answered quickly, pleased at her happy smile.  "Well... 
I...  you probably need to get inside," I fumbled, trying to find a
graceful way to say goodnight.  "It's pretty cold out here."

   "I suppose," she said, sounding unconvinced.  "I guess I'll see you
after break, right?" she asked, and I wondered for a moment if that was a
hopeful look in her eye, but passed it off as a trick of my imagination.

   "You will," I answered, turning to leave.  "Have a good night."

   "Wait," she called after me, and I turned.  To my surprise, she leaned
against me and her lips brushed mine.  I felt a jolt in my groin and my
head started spinning as we held the kiss for a moment before she finally
broke away.  "Thanks again," she giggled softly and spun around to head
inside.

   I watched as Courtney turned once and waved good night before shutting
the door behind her.  She had kissed me!  Me!  I felt like I was walking on
air as I returned to the car, mumbling to myself, my mind buzzing at what
had just happened.

   "No problem," I said.  "No problem at all."

   *****

   I was sitting at the kitchen table a month later when the phone rang. 
Trisha ran to answer it and returned shortly with a smug smile on her face.

   "It's for you," she said, rather more loudly than necessary.  "It's your
girlfriend!"

   "Oh?" my mother asked, interested at the sound of that.  "I didn't know
you had a girlfriend, Dennis."

   "Brat," I yelled as I hurried to the phone.  "I don't have a girlfriend.
Hello?" I said as I picked up the receiver.

   "Hey, Dennis.  It's Courtney, your non-girlfriend." I wanted to die, I
couldn't believe she'd heard, but she laughed.

   "Ugh.  Sorry about that."

   "It's okay.  Hey, the reason I called is I wondered what you were doing
this weekend."

   "Nothing," I said without thinking.  Again, I have no plans that can't
be cancelled for Courtney.

   "Cool.  I saw the news about the Ice Palace on television last night and
I want to go.  Take me there?  Be my date?" she asked.  "I won't tell
anyone.  Wouldn't want word to get out that you took a girl somewhere," she
said, and I could hear the smile in her voice as she said it.

   "Uh...  sure."

   We talked for a little while and then hung up.  I sat there in the
hallway for a moment, stunned at my turn of good fortune.  Whatever it was
that Courtney saw in me that kept her coming back for more...  I wasn't
going to complain.

   "Who was it?" my mom asked, popping out of the kitchen on her way to the
living room.

   "That?  Courtney called, she wants me to take her to the Winter
Carnival."

   "Oh...really?" my mom asked cryptically, typical of her.  I rolled my
eyes as usual.

   "Yes.  Why?"

   "Oh...  nothing.  Nothing."

   Sighing, I went to my room and shut the door behind me.

   Thankfully, the next few days went by in a rush, and before I knew it I
was once again knocking on Courtney's door.  I heard the sound of footsteps
from inside and shortly the door opened, and I gasped.

   Courtney was decked out in the tightest pair of white tights I'd ever
seen.  Every curve of her body, the swell of her hips and buttocks, nothing
was left to my imagination.  She had topped it with a pale blue ski jacket
that looked two sizes too big for her.  She turned to close the door and my
cock was instantly hard in my pants as I realized the crack of her ass was
clearly visible through her tights.  If she was wearing panties I certainly
couldn't tell.

   Unfortunately Courtney caught my eye as she turned back around.

   "What?" she asked, looking down at her clothing.  "Something wrong?"

   "Uh...  no!  Nothing's wrong.  Aren't...  aren't you going to be kind of
cold?" I asked, stunned when she wrapped her arms around my right arm and
pulled me tight.

   "You'll just have to keep me warm, won't you?" she asked.

   "Sure," I stammered, blushing deeper as she kissed my cheek.

   I was right though, it was bitter cold this Saturday, and standing in
line for three hours to get inside the Ice Palace didn't help matters. 
Tired of braving the icy cold winds and quarter of a million people who had
invaded downtown St.  Paul, we cut out of line and ran for one of the
heated tents along the ice sculptures.

   "Holy crap it's cold!" Courtney said as she rubbed her arms for warmth.

   "Are you okay?" I asked as we stood in line for a cup of cocoa.  "You
look kind of blue!" She didn't look comfortable at all, and her teeth
chattered as she shook her head.

   "Cold," she said.

   "You should have worn something a little heavier than those tights," I
pointed out.

   "They're supposed to be insulated," she protested as we looked for a
seat.  Because of the cold the heat tent was practically full, and I
finally managed to find two empty chairs, but before we got there, someone
grabbed one.

   "Rats," I muttered, looking around for another empty spot, but Courtney
took my hand and pulled me back.

   "It's okay," she said, pushing me ahead of her.  "You sit down, I'll sit
on your lap."

   I nodded and dropped to the chair, thankful to be sitting after so many
hours of standing in line.  Before I could ready myself, Courtney had
plopped down on my lap, and I fought the urge to moan as I felt the soft
cheeks of her ass come in contact with my lap.

   We sat there a moment, drinking our cocoa, while I tried to think of
anything to keep my mind of the beautiful girl in my lap.  State capitals,
multiplication tables, counting backwards from a hundred...  and it might
have worked if not for what happened next.

   "Rub my legs?" she asked, turning her head to look back at me.  "I'm
really cold."

   "Sure," I said and put my cup down on the table.  I took my gloves off
and started briskly rubbing the taut muscles in Courtney's legs, rubbing up
and down, trying to get the blood circulating again.  As I prodded and
massaged, Courtney squirmed in my lap, and I felt the globes of her ass
rubbing over my cock, which predictably sprang to attention.

   I was mortified, but had nowhere to go, so continued on as if nothing
was wrong, hoping she wouldn't notice.

   But really, how could she not, as my cock poked up against her butt
through what had to be the thinnest pair of tights in the universe? 
Suddenly she squirmed more forcefully against me, as she settled the crack
of her ass right on top of my erection.

   "Mmm," she moaned and I felt the muscles in her legs begin to loosen,
finally warmed from my rubbing and the heat of the tent.  "That feels
really good," she said, and for a moment I wondered if she was talking
about my hands or my dick.

   Down boy, I thought to myself, but it was no use.  I realized I was
getting a bit warm myself, and could feel the heat of her pussy through my
jeans.  I was thankful she was facing away from me, for I'm sure my face
was beet red with embarrassment.  Fortunately we were back in a corner of
the tent by the heat blower, and no one was paying us the least bit of
attention.

   Suddenly Courtney shivered, and pulled my hands off her legs, and I
thought I was busted for sure.

   "Your hands are cold," she said.

   "Sorry.  I'll get my gloves," I answered, thankful that this was the
extend of her complaint.

   "I've got a better idea," she said, unzipping her coat.  Before I
realized what was happening, Courtney had pulled my right hand inside her
coat, and I found myself with a firm handful of a soft breast, trapped in
place by her hands.  I'm sorry to say I didn't...  ahem...  handle it very
well.

   "What?" I cried out, drawing some attention from other heat seekers in
the tent.  "What are you doing?" I whispered, lowering my voice.

   "I'm warming up your hand," she answered, grinning at my discomfort, and
I felt her hips grind against mine, forcing my cock more firmly against her
warm pussy.  "Do you mind?"

   "No, but..."

   "Good," she interrupted, turning to kiss me on the nose.  She squeezed
my hand, and I groaned as I felt the firm flesh of her tit under my
fingers.

   At last, Courtney seemed to have had enough, and released my hand.  I
pulled away as quickly as I could, still trying to be discreet about what
was going on between us.  I could still feel the heat of her nipple against
my palm.

   "Ready for the other one?" she asked, startling me.

   "What?"

   "Your other hand.  Isn't it cold, too?"

   "Courtney, I..."

   "Is it or isn't it?"

   "Yes, but..."

   "No "but" Dennis, it needs to be warmed up.  Give me your hand," she
said, and I knew that for whatever reason she was enjoying teasing me, but
on the whole I found it an immensely satisfying way to be teased, and I
gladly surrendered my left hand to its punishment.  It was quickly inside
her coat, her other breast filling my hand.

   Courtney moaned at the contact and I gave a tentative squeeze.  If all
else failed, I knew I would have months and months of jack-off material
after this experience!  To my surprise, Courtney pressed herself against me
more tightly, and I could only sit there in stunned wonder as the two of us
sat there together.

   It seemed like the blink of an eye, but was more likely a few minutes,
but however long we sat there was too short, in my mind.

   "I think I'm warm enough," Courtney said abruptly, and I quickly removed
my hand, trying not to look disappointed as she pulled herself up from my
lap.

   "Oh, was your hand still cold?" she teased, noticing my expression. 
Once again I blushed several shades of pink.

   "I...  I'm good," I answered, scarcely able to look her in the eye. 
Suddenly she sat down.

   "Dennis, how embarrassed are you right now?" she asked.

   "Me?  A whole lot," I answered.

   "Why?"

   "Why what?"

   "Why are you so nervous around me?"

   "I...  I'm not.  What do you mean?"

   "You are, I can see it.  We can sit and talk about math all day long,
but as soon as things get a little personal, you freeze up."

   "Truth?" I asked, realizing I had to tell her exactly what I thought was
going on.

   "Yes, truth!"

   "You're so beautiful and funny and I enjoy being around you so much, but
when you start teasing me and acting...  like this, I get confused."

   "Confused...  why?"

   "Because I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.  For you to tell me
it's all just been a game, and that you have a boyfriend back in Boston."

   "Providence," she corrected me, grinning.

   "What's the difference?" I asked.

   "One's in Rhode Island, the other's in Massachusetts," she said.

   "No, I mean what's the difference where your boyfriend lives?" I asked,
glumly.

   "I don't have a boyfriend," she said.

   "Why not?" I asked, completely perplexed.  "Don't tell me it's a case of
the pretty girl never being asked out, because I see the way everybody
fawns over you."

   "It's not like that," she said.  "It's just that the guy I like hasn't
asked me out yet."

   "Oh," I said, disappointed to find out there was a guy she liked. 
"Shall we go?"

   "I suppose," she answered, a confused expression on her face.

   We gathered our hats and gloves and headed back out into the cold to
look at more ice sculptures.  Nothing more was said on the topic, and we
eventually headed to my car and began the drive to her place.  I must have
looked distracted, because Courtney suddenly nudged me in the ribs.

   "What?" I said, a bit more sharply than I'd wanted.

   "What's up with you?" she asked, staring at me intently.

   "Nothing," I sighed.  "It's just...  I don't know."

   "What?"

   "I'm just like every other guy in the school," I said.  "I've had a
crush on you since you moved here."

   "Nope," she said, smiling at my surprise.  "You're not like every other
guy.  Every other guy has already asked me out, but spent the whole time
looking at my tits instead of my face.  I hate that!"

   "So I should feel honored, then?"

   "Why?"

   "Sounds like I'm the only one who's actually felt them," I laughed, then
suddenly sobered.  "So there are just two of us then?"

   "Two of you?  What do you mean?"

   "Just the two of us who haven't asked you out.  Me and the guy you hope
does, right?"

   "Mmm," she hummed, by way of an answer.

   "Is he a nice guy, at least?" I asked.  If he was nice, at least it
wouldn't be so bad.

   "Very nice," she answered.

   "Do I know him?"

   "You know him very well."

   "Who is he?" I asked, beginning to get annoyed at her mysterious
answers.

   "Uh uh," she said.  "You have to guess."

   "Fine, I'll guess.  Give me a hint."

   "You get lots of hints, because you seem kind of slow today," she
teased. "He's your height, has brown hair and glasses, sings in the choir,
is really good at math, and is going to be an Iowa Hawkeye next fall."

   "He sounds just like me," I said.  By this time we were at her house,
and before I had a chance to say any more, Courtney had jumped out of the
car and was heading to the front door.

   "He sounds exactly like you, doesn't he?" she grinned as she turned to
head inside.  "Give me a call when you figure it out!" And with that, she
was gone.

   I sat in my car for a few minutes, going over our conversation in my
head, trying to figure out who her mystery man could be.

   He's my height, has glasses, sings in the choir, likes math and is going
to Iowa to college.  He sounds just like...  and then it hit me.  If it
wasn't for the cold I would have figured it out earlier...  she likes me!
I'm the guy who hadn't asked her out.  I looked out the car window, hoping
to see Courtney still standing there, but she had gone inside, and I was
too nervous to go knock on the door.

   It was warm in the car, but I was still numb as I drove home.

   *****

   "Get off the phone," I pleaded to my sister, who gave me a dirty look
and kept talking.  "Please, get off the phone.  I have to make a call," I
begged.

   "Just a minute," she hissed at me, putting her hand over the receiver.

   "I'm sorry," I said as I clicked down on the cradle, cutting her off. 
"I have an important call to make."

   "Jerk," she yelled as she stomped to her room.

   "I'll just be a minute," I shouted after her, sighing as I heard her
door slam.

   As fast as I was able, I dialed Courtney's number, waiting impatiently
for someone to pick up.

   "Hello?  Did you get cut off, or what?"

   "Hello?"

   "Who is this?"

   "It's Dennis.  Courtney?"

   "Yes.  What happened to your sister?"

   My heart rose in my throat.  Trisha had been talking to Courtney?  And I
hung up on her.

   "Hi.  Um...  I hung up on her.  I wanted to call you."

   "I was talking with her, waiting for you to get back!"

   "Yeah...  sorry." There was a long pause while I tried to think of
something halfway intelligent.  So far I was coming up with nothing.

   "So, why'd you want to call?" Courtney asked, and I sighed as once again
I could hear the playfulness in her voice.

   "Oh, you know.  I was thinking about what you said, and..."

   "Yes?" she said.

   "Courtney O'Keefe, would you like to go out with me sometime?" Once more
there was a long pause, this time from Courtney's end.  "Courtney?"

   "I'd love to," she said, and I burst into laughter.  "What's so funny?"
she asked.

   "Nothing, I'm just happy.  You do that to me, Courtney.  You make me
happy."

   "You make me happy too, you just made me very happy.  So...  what are
you doing tonight?" she asked.

   "Nothing.  Watching All-Star skills events on television."

   "Hockey?" she asked.

   The hockey All-Star game was in town this year.  After almost a decade
of there being no professional hockey in Minnesota, the self-proclaimed
"state of hockey," the NHL had finally given us a team, and the Wild were
hosting the big event this year, and the town was crazy.

   "Yeah, hockey.  What else?"

   "You want to come over and watch?" she asked.

   "I better not," I said and I heard her groan in disappointment.  "I want
to," I quickly added.  "I really want to, but I think I'd be a slobbering
idiot if I came over."

   "Yeah, but you'd be my slobbering idiot," she whined.

   "Still, I think I need some time to adjust."

   "Adjust?"

   "It isn't every day that the most beautiful girl in the world molests me
in public and then tells me she's hot for me."

   "Not every day?" she laughed.  "How often does it happen to you?"

   "Try never," I said.  "Courtney...  you aren't just pulling my leg are
you.  I'm sorry, but this just doesn't happen to me.  I am not the most
frequent dater in the world, you know."

   "Good," she said.  "More for me, and No...  I'm not playing with you. 
Although...  if you ask me, I just might."

   "Might what?"

   "Play with you.  Don't think I didn't notice what I was sitting on this
afternoon.  You're packing some heat in those pants."

   "Oh God...  you noticed."

   "Noticed?  It warmed me right up," she laughed.

   "I'm so glad we're having this discussion on the phone," I said.

   "Why?"

   "I'm sure I'm blushing like a madman."

   "You're cute when you blush."

   "Yeah yeah." Again I paused, not really having anything to say, but not
wanting to hang up and end the conversation.  "Say, do you want to come
over on Sunday to watch the game?"

   "I can't," she said, and I sighed.  "But, you could watch it with me, if
you want?"

   "Over at your place?" I asked, realizing I would have to meet her
parents.

   "Sure.  Why don't you come over around noon."

   "Noon?  The game doesn't start until two o'clock."

   "Don't you want to hang out with me any more?" she pouted.

   "Of course I do!  I'll be over at noon."

   "Good.  See you then."

   "Bye."

   "Bye."

   I hung up the phone, thinking about the momentous change of direction my
life had seemingly just taken.  If I hadn't just hallucinated the last few
hours, I now had a girlfriend.  Me!  A real life, honest-to-goodness
girlfriend.  The thought was dizzying.

   Suddenly remembering how I'd left Trisha hanging, I quickly knocked on
her door.

   "Go away," she said.  "I'm still mad at you."

   "Trish...  I'm sorry!  I'm off the phone now.  I didn't know who you
were talking to, and..." Suddenly the door opened, and there stood my
sister, all smiles as she laughed at me.

   "Gotcha," she said.

   "Little creep," I said, realizing I'd been had.  I laughed and headed
off to my room.

   "Dennis," my sister called after me.

   "Yeah?" I stopped and turned around.

   "She's nice."

   "I know."

   *****

   Sunday found me again knocking on the door of Courtney's house.  This
time there was a big difference, in that I wasn't nervous and my excitement
was all of the good kind.

   "Hey," she said as she opened the door.

   "Hey yourself," I answered, squeezing past her into the living room.  I
started looking for a place to put my coat, but Courtney stopped me.

   "We're not watching the game here," she said.

   "Oh?  Where are we watching it?"

   "From section 110, row C, seats 4 and 5," she answered, and burst out
laughing at my stunned expression.

   "We're...  we're going to the game?" I asked.  She nodded happily, and I
quickly reached out and gave her as big a hug as I could manage.  "How were
you able to get tickets?" I asked.

   "My cousin got them for me," she said, and left it at that.

   Courtney lived only a few blocks north of the Xcel Energy Center, where
the game was being played, so the two of us walked down to the arena, past
the state capital and the Ice Palace.  I took one more look at the enormous
structure, made of huge blocks of ice.  It was so pretty, especially at
night with the blue and purple lights shining on it.  It made me kind of
sad, knowing it would be slowly melted to the ground in just a few short
days, but my melancholy quickly evaporated as the two of us came up to a
throng of people, all heading for the game.

   "Your cousin is who, exactly?" I asked, wondering how simple it had been
for her to get tickets.

   "He's a big shot with the Bruins," she said.

   "The Boston Bruins?"

   "Yeah."

   "Wow."

   I've never met someone who was as big a hockey fan as Courtney seemed to
be.  As opposed to a lot of people I know, she was right with the action,
yelling at any hint of an offsides, bemoaning the lack of solid
back-checking in many of the games, and amused that I was amazed at her
love of the game.

   "It's in my blood," she said simply.

   We watched the game, screaming along with twenty thousand other rabid
hockey fans, impressed with the level of play we were seeing.  Far from
what was the norm at most exhibition-style games, the players we were
seeing were actually playing a fair amount of defense, and the teams
somehow managed to keep the score in single digits.

   The big trophy, of course, was the loose puck Courtney managed to grab.
A hard slap shot had ricocheted off the goalie's stick and spun into the
crowd, shattering the plastic seat back beside us.  Thankfully no one was
hurt, and Courtney managed to snatch it before anyone else as is rolled
around the floor.

   After the game I walked Courtney back to her house, and we stood talking
for a moment on her front porch.

   "I had a great time today," I said.  "I don't know how I can begin to
pay you back for the tickets.  They must have cost a fortune."

   "Nah," she said, throwing her arms around my neck.  "It was my pleasure.
Besides, the tickets were free.  You can just pay me back with a kiss, if
you don't mind," she said, closing her eyes and puckering up.

   I don't know what evil demon possessed me at that moment, but instead of
kissing her, I stuck out my tongue and ran it up her face, from Courtney's
chin to her forehead.

   "Hey," she sputtered, her mouth open in shock.  I laughed, but quickly
covered her mouth, kissing her as she had hoped...  as we both wanted.

   Her protests quickly turned to moans of pleasure as we kissed.  Her arms
tightened around my neck and she pulled her body close to mine.  My own
hands dropped down her back, settling on her perfect ass.  She moaned
against me, her tongue darting out, touching and exploring the wet inside
of my mouth as I squeezed and fondled her soft buttocks.

   My cock grew hard in my pants, and I felt my breath coming in short
gasps as Courtney ground her pussy against my bulge.  Finally short of
breath, she pulled away from me.

   "Come in?" she asked, nearly pleading with me.  "My parents aren't
home."

   Who was I to refuse?

   We quickly ran inside, shedding our coats and shoes in the entryway. 
Pulling me by the hand into the living room, Courtney turned as we reached
the couch, again pulling me in for a toe-curling kiss.

   "I love the way you do that," she said, pressing her breasts against my
chest.  I reached a hand up, gently cupping her firm tit in my hand,
squeezing the soft flesh.  I flicked my thumb over her rapidly-hardening
nipple, and she sighed into my mouth as we kissed.

   My own legs were beginning to feel weak as I sat down on the couch. 
Courtney immediately followed, straddling my legs as she settled down on my
lap.  I could feel the heat from her pussy as she dragged her mound against
my leg, pressing my cock against the inside of her thigh.  My prick was at
an almost painful angle inside my pants, and I reached down to adjust it,
and the back of my hand brushed against Courtney's cunt.

   She moaned at the contact and quickly looked down, humping herself
against the back of my hand.  When she saw what I was doing, Courtney
immediately slid off my lap onto the floor, slapping my hand away from my
crotch.

   "Let me," she said, quickly reaching out to undo my belt.  As her nimble
fingers made quick work of my belt and the zipper of my jeans, I lifted my
hips off the sofa, and she dragged my pants and underwear down to the
ground.  My cock waved in the air, the head already an angry red, the shaft
fully erect.

   "Ooh," she cooed as she grasped me with a cool hand.  "I knew I liked
him when I sat on him the other day." She began stroking me, a slow motion
that quickly had my blood boiling with arousal.

   Not wanting to leave her out, I reached down and tugged at the hem of
her blouse, pulling it out of her slacks and quickly up and over her head.
Her pert breasts, covered only with a pink satin bra, called out to me and
soon my hands covered the firm cones, caressing and kneading them through
the shiny fabric.

   "Turn around," I begged her, wanting to feel her hot flesh in my hands.
She turned and I awkwardly undid the clasp of her bra.  She shrugged her
shoulders and turned back to me, bare from the waist up.  I sucked in a
breath as I saw her tits for the first time.  Pale white, covered with a
light smattering of freckles, her tits were covered by light pink nipples,
already hard with excitiement, and seemed almost to have an upward tilt to
them.

   As Courtney leaned into me, I again covered her breasts with my hands,
and she groaned into my mouth as I toyed with the rubbery nipples, pulling
and teasing the hard nubs.  Slippery tongues again dueled against each
other, our hands never still as we stroked each other to new heights of
arousal.

   Finally Courtney could wait no more, and pulled away, frantically
pulling at her pants.  As they dropped to the floor, I reached out and ran
my fingers over the front of her pussy, already wet with her juices.  Her
furrow was hot and slick, even though the gusset of her panties, and
Courtney gave a shiver as my finger contacted the erect bud of her clit.

   My cock was quivering with my own arousal as Courtney settled back down
on my lap.  Her intentions obvious, she pulled aside her panties and
prepared to impale herself on my cock, when reality hit me.

   "Wait," I said, grabbing her hips to stop her motion.  "Wait a minute,"
I said, shaking my head.  "Courtney, are you sure?" It seemed ludicrous to
even think it, but I wanted to make sure this was what she wanted.  "Isn't
this a little soon?" I asked.

   Courtney shook her head emphatically, rocking her hips against me.  "Not
soon enough," she panted.  "I've wanted this since Christmas."

   "Christmas?" I asked, unable to believe it.

   "I said you were kind of slow," she teased.  "Now let me do this."

   I let go, and watched as my cock slowly sunk into the steamy depths of
her pussy.  My one sexual experience prior to this had been with Anne
Kramer, behind the bus stop our freshman year.  That had been rushed,
awkward and a series of fumbling maneuvers that left neither of us
satisfied.  As I felt Courtney slowly sink down on my shaft, I groaned,
suddenly realizing what people were always raving about.

   "Oh God," I moaned, as I felt the tip of my cock bump against the back
of her cunt.

   "Fuck," she hissed.  "No one's ever filled me up like this." Courtney's
face with flushed with her arousal, and as she sat in my lap, slowly
sliding up and down my cock, I reached out and captured a nipple in my
mouth.  She sighed as I sucked on the tender flesh, then let out a squeal
as I bit down lightly on it.

   I could feel the muscles in her legs quivering as Courtney slid up and
down my pole, and sooner than I would have liked I felt the cum start
boiling up from my balls.

   "I'm not going to last too much longer," I gasped.  Courtney nodded and
began pumping up and down more rapidly, trying to get every last ounce of
pleasure before I shot my load.

   "Do it," she panted.  "Cum in my pussy.  I want to feel your sperm shoot
in me.  It's okay," she said at my questioning look, realizing it was
already too late for precautions.  "I'm on the pill."

   I nodded and let out a gasp as the first spurt of my cum erupted from my
cock.  My body went rigid as half a dozen more streams coated the inside of
her pussy.  My orgasm must have triggered her own, as Courtney was suddenly
a squirming mass of flesh in my lap, as her cunt began to spasm around my
prick.  I felt a flood of juices rush over my cock, which twitched
valiantly in response, but I soon went limp and slipped out of her tight
sheath.

   Courtney's energy was also spent, and as she relaxed against me I felt a
stream of our juices escape her pink slit, coating my chest and groin.  Too
soon I felt the need to get up and use the bathroom, and the two of us
dragged ourselves off the couch.

   I discovered the joys of showering with another person that afternoon,
and Courtney and I stayed in the shower, our hands sliding over slippery
flesh, teasing more than washing, really, until we were certain every bit
of the other person was clean enough.

   Finally we were bathed and fully clothed again, and back sitting
together on the couch.

   "Any regrets?" Courtney asked me, the concern evident in her eyes.

   "I guess just one," I said, trying to hold back a smile as Courtney's
eyes went wide.

   "What?" she said, her voice beginning to shake.

   "I should have done this a long time ago," I said, leaning down and
kissing her lightly on the neck.

   "You big lug," she complained, throwing a light punch on my shoulder.

   "How about you?" I asked.  "Any regrets?"

   "Just one," she said, laughing lightly.  "I should have done this a long
time ago."

   Too soon it was time for me to leave, but I had a thought as I was
heading out the door.

   "You know...  Senior Prom is coming up in a month.  Should I ask you to
go with me?"

   "I don't know," she answered.  "We've had pretty good luck with me
asking you everywhere."

   "So?"

   "So what?"

   "So, are you going to ask me out?" I asked.

   "I guess so, if I must," she sighed dramatically, but tilted her head
toward me, and I kissed her on the cheek.

   *****

   "That's Courtney?" my sister asked a month later as Courtney and I made
the rounds, having prom pictures taken.  I'd seen the dress beforehand and
new she was going to be a big hit.

   "Yep."

   "So...  is she your girlfriend?" Trisha asked, grinning as I sighed.

   "That...  is my girlfriend," I said.

   I know Courtney's gotten a bit of flack for dating me, and I suppose in
one sense it's understandable.  The prettiest girl in school dating a
confirmed geek, but she's taken it well.  If anybody teases her, she makes
a vague reference to my manliness and tells whoever it is that she's lucky
to have me.

   But you know what?  I'm really the lucky one here.  I've always been the
kind of guy who never shoots for the stars, who never looks for the pot of
gold at the end of the rainbow.  But I lucked out...I'm the one who found
the kiss at the end of the rainbow.

   And you know what?  It's better than any old pot of gold any day of the
week.
   The End