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 A Weekend To Remember - a romantic story by WTSman

   George was annoyed that his parents wouldn't let him stay home alone for
the long weekend.  Like he would wreck the house with a wild party!  Well,
he would, but instead he now had to stay at his best friend Jack's house.
And then Jack was taken away in an ambulance with appendicitis in the
middle of the night.  Suddenly George was the baby-sitter for Jack's little
sister Lilly.  Or should that be babe-sitter? 
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   "I DON'T NEED A BABY-SITTER!"

   There was a lot of yelling at the Eastman residence this Wednesday
evening.  OK, George did the yelling, his parents were maddeningly calm. 
George, at 16, was fuming.  His parents were going away for the long
Memorial Day weekend - some pampering get-way for senior management from
his dad's company and their spouses.

   George had planned a party to end all parties.  It was a brilliant plan
- party wildly all Saturday night, chill out Sunday, clean up Monday - and
his parents would be none the wiser.  Unfortunately, his friend Neil - the
idiot!  - had leaked the plan to his mother.  It was to talk his way out of
a deadly family get-together on Sunday and Monday.  But still!  What a
jerk! No need to tell any parent that the need for days of cleaning up was
anticipated!  Neil's mother worked for George's dad.  She spilled the beans
and the plan was shot down in flames.

   "We are not leaving you alone in the house," George's mom said sternly.

   "I promise I won't have a party.  I'll just have the boys over for pizza
and a couple of movies," George pleaded.  By 'the boys' he meant Jack, his
best friend, and Neil and Dave.  Well, maybe not Neil.  He would be on
George's shit list for a long time after this.

   "You've made that promise once before," George's dad said equally stern.
"And then you planned something completely different behind our backs.  We
don't feel we can trust you."

   "Aw Dad," George started, but his mom cut him short.

   "I agree with your father and that's final.  I've arranged with Mrs. 
West that you spend the weekend with them."

   Mrs.  West was Jack's mother.  George liked the family and spent a lot
of time there, so things could be worse - at least he would get to hang out
with Jack.  But it wouldn't be the same!

   Neil had told him an interesting bit of information about Nancy
Languini. George had the hots for Nancy.  Most boys did; Neil did too,
George suspected.  George had taken Nancy out a few times, but never got
past a chaste kiss.  As far as he knew, no-one had - she was notoriously
straight-laced.

   But now, Neil said that at this party two weeks ago someone had gotten
Nancy to drink.  Nancy absolutely didn't drink, but this guy - not the host
- had laced her soft drinks and after two or three of them she was a wild
woman.  She had willingly followed the guy to a bedroom and was in a state
of almost complete undress when the hosts' parents came home and entered
their bedroom.  Much shrieking and yelling ensued and, thankfully, Nancy's
virtue was still intact.

   George got hard just thinking of Nancy bare-boobed, wasted, and willing.
He had planned on following the recipe on Saturday and rid himself of the
stigma of virginity while plugging Nancy's.  Instead, he now had to phone
Nancy and tell her the party was off.  "I know, Neil told me.  Your mommy
won't let you," she mocked.  "But that's OK.  Neil's taking me to another
party."

   George was furious.  Not only had Neil ruined his party, now he was
taking 'his' girl out.  In an uncharacteristic fit of spite, George sneered
"Have fun - just watch what goes in your drinks!" and ended the call.

   Apart from Nancy and 'the boys', George hadn't actually invited anyone.
The way teenage parties worked, scuttlebutt would tell people there was a
party on and scores of people would show up, so at least George was spared
any more embarrassing cancellation calls.  Dave lived next door and had
actually heard the yelling, so a sympathetic text message informed George
that Dave knew the party was off.

   ____________________

   George arrived at the West household, only a couple of blocks away, in
the late afternoon on that Friday.  It was Lilly, Jack's 14 year old sister
with one of her friends, that opened the door.  "Hiya George," she chirped.
The friend giggled.

   "Hiya Lilly, hi Elsa," George said pleasantly which was met by more
giggles.  He had known Lilly since she was little and liked her.  He was
always nice to his friends' siblings, having none himself.  Dave's two
smaller brothers hero-worshipped George and he had always gotten along well
with Lilly; sometimes better than Jack did.

   Elsa, Lilly's friend and the little sister of another of George's class
mates, was the same age as Lilly, but still quite little-girlish to look
at. Lilly on the other hand had filled out nicely over the last year.  Very
nicely, George had to admit.  Come to think of it, none of the girls in his
class - with the exception of Nancy - had a better rack than Lilly.  Well,
Susan perhaps, but she was fat.  Lilly wasn't.  "That's a very nice dress,"
George said to Lilly.  It was too; a light summery thing that showed her
ample cleavage.

   The girls giggled again.  "Thank you," Lilly chirped.  "Jack's in his
room." The girls sashayed away.  Lilly could pull that off.  Unlike her
angular friend, she had a cute rounded bottom.  Very cute.

   George followed her with his eyes.  For the first time in a several days
he wasn't thinking of Nancy.

   "Hello George," a nice, feminine voice said.

   George was still looking at where Lilly's door had closed to cut off the
view and had to mentally pull himself back to the present.

   "Hello Mrs.  West," George managed just as Jack's mother came out in the
hall from the kitchen.  "Thank you so much for having me this weekend." His
politeness was natural and would have pleased his parents, had they known.

   "You're welcome, of course," Mrs.  West said.  "You're never any
trouble." Mrs.  West had only heard George complimenting Lilly's dress, not
seen his lustful gaze, and she simply thought that George was once more
being sweet to a friend's younger sibling.  All the mothers knew he was
like that and adored him for it.

   "Is Mr.  West home yet?" George asked.  He liked Jack's and Lilly's dad
a lot.  Unlike his own dad who was always working, Mr.  West frequently
took the boys to see a game.  There was an important game this weekend;
perhaps they would go and see it.

   Mrs.  West dashed his hopes.  "No George, Fred won't be home at all this
weekend - he's out of state on business."

   George's face fell.  Too bad, but it couldn't be helped.  He recovered
quickly "Bummer!  - and on a national holiday too!" George said.  "Poor Mr.
West.  He hates missing the big games, but I'm sure we'll have a nice time
all the same."

   George chatted happily with Mrs.  West for a while.  Unlike his own
mother who spent hours and fortunes on her looks, including a substantial
amount on cosmetic surgery, Mrs.  West apparently didn't mind looking her
age - close to 40.  And in George's eyes she was very pretty in a
completely natural way.  It was obvious where Lilly got her good looks -
and her curves.  They say that if you want to know what you're getting
'long term' then you should take a close look at your girlfriend's mother.
Well, Lilly certainly won hands down over Nancy on that score.  Mrs. 
Languini was barely older than Mrs.  West, but she looked like a huge
Italian Mama.

   "Much as I always enjoy talking to you," Mrs.  West eventually said with
a smile, "I'm sure Jack must be wondering what's keeping you.  He's down in
his room.  He said he wanted to get his homework done so that nothing would
interfere with the weekend."

   George could relate; he'd done exactly the same before coming over.  And
for once - miracle of miracles, their teachers hadn't piled on essay after
essay which they easily could have done since every single teacher seemed
to be in a frenzy over how little was left of the school year and how far
behind they were on the curriculum.

   ____________________

   George barged into Jack's room.  He expected Jack to be at his desk -
either finishing homework or playing some computer game.  Instead he found
his best friend curled up on the bed snoring.  As in actually snoring. 
Loudly.  "Wake up lazy bones," George said cheerfully.  He had to repeat it
several times before he could get any signs of life from Jack and to his
dismay, and growing concern, George noticed that Jack had an ashen grey
color to his face - so unlike his usual, ruddy good looks.

   "You look like crap," George said.

   "I don't feel too good," Jack admitted.  "My stomach hurts and I feel
warm."

   George nodded.  He could see that Jack's short red hair was plastered to
his head with moisture.

   Before he could say anything there was a knock on the door and Lilly and
Elsa came in.  "Would you guys like to go for a dip in the pool?" Lilly
asked.  "Dad got it ready yesterday." The girls had already changed.  Elsa
was in a one-piece suit whereas Lilly wore a bikini.  The bikini itself was
fairly conservative, but it was last year's bikini and Lilly's large
breasts were barely contained.  George's jeans started to feel tight.

   "I'd love to," he said.

   "Won't it be too cold?" Jack asked at the same time.

   "No, it's nearly 70 already," Lilly exclaimed.  May had been unusually
warm, so it wasn't surprising.

   "Maybe a dip would do you good," George said persuasively and Jack
reluctantly agreed.

   The boys showered and changed; George hadn't brought swim wear so he
borrowed a pair of shorts from Jack.

   The girls were swimming laps when George and Jack got into the water,
but then Lilly wanted to play a bit and suggested a game of water tag. 
Jack quickly tired of the game and got out of the water and Elsa got out
too, saying she wanted to work on her tan, but George and Lilly stayed in
the pool.  The shorts George had borrowed were white and became almost
transparent when wet - more than a little embarrassing since George was now
very erect from seeing Lilly's scantily covered breasts.  It was obvious
that Lilly was constantly checking him out and trying to touch him; more
than once her hand slid over his hard-on but she didn't say anything - she
merely smiled and giggled.  On one occasion, when George tried to 'catch'
Lilly, she stopped suddenly so his hard-on collided with her ass.  He
gripped her around her midriff, but she blatantly moved his hands up to her
breasts, at the same time moving her ass backwards and rubbing it against
George's straining dick.

   George was sure it wouldn't take much for him to come and out of the
corner of his eye he saw Mrs.  West approaching the pool area, so he
hastily moved backwards, but he did give one of Lilly's nipples a light
squeeze which caused Lilly to moan.  "Dinner's nearly ready kids," Mrs. 
West announced.  "Time to rinse and change."

   George deliberately swam to the far end of the pool and climbed out with
his back to Mrs.  West so she wouldn't notice his hard-on.  But Lilly came
over with his towel, her eyes plastered to the tent in George's shorts. 
"Here you are George," she chirped and waltzed away with a giggle.

   George saw Mrs.  West stop her daughter.  "You really need a new bikini
Lilly," she said in a low voice.  "That one leaves far too much visible. 
Poor George must be so embarrassed." Lilly's reply was inaudible and George
fled to the bathroom to rinse quickly.

   ____________________

   Dinner was nice - Mrs.  West was a great cook and George ate hungrily.
But Jack, who usually wolfed down giant meals - God knows where he put it;
he was tall and skinny as a bean stalk, was barely touching the food.  "Are
you OK Jack?" his mother asked in concern.

   "No, I feel awful," he replied.  "I think I'll go and lie down."

   "You do that sweetheart," Mrs.  West agreed.  "I've already put up the
guest bed for George next to yours so he doesn't disturb you if you're
asleep when he goes to bed."

   Jack just nodded.  "Thank you Mrs.  West," George said, polite as
always. "But you shouldn't have gone through all that trouble - I could
easily have done it myself."

   "That's OK George," Mrs.  West smiled warmly.  "You were so busy
entertaining the girls, and it only took a minute."

   'It was more a case of the girls entertaining me,' George thought.  'Or
Lilly, actually.' He noticed that Lilly was wearing the summer dress again,
but something was different.  When she got up from the bench to allow Jack
to get out George realized that she wasn't wearing a bra.  She actually
didn't need one; although her breasts were large they looked - and had felt
- very firm.  Once more the space in George's jeans seemed constricted.

   As they were finishing dessert the doorbell rang.  "That must be your
mom," Mrs.  West said to Elsa who gloomily nodded agreement.

   "Oh, I thought you were staying over too Elsa," George said.

   "No," Elsa said regretfully.  "We're going over to Gran's first thing
tomorrow morning."

   "I'm sure that will be nice.  Aren't your cousins coming?" Mrs.  West
asked.

   "Yes they are," Elsa said, "and it will be fun once we're there, but the
drive's so long and I always get car sick on those roads."

   "Poor you," George said with sympathy.  "I hope you're over it quickly.
Have a nice weekend."

   "Thank you George," Elsa chirped.  "You too." She walked out to the hall
with Lilly and Mrs.  West.

   The two West women returned to the dining room a considerable time
later. George wasn't surprised; Mrs.  West and Mrs.  Henderson were great
friends and could yak for hours.  George had only just returned himself,
having cleared the dining table, put leftovers in the fridge and filled the
dishwasher.  "Aren't you just the sweetest boy?" Mrs.  West exclaimed. 
"Promise me you marry someone like George," she said to Lilly.  "You won't
regret it!"

   Lilly blushed slightly.  "I will Mom," she said.  There was a small
smile on her lips.

   ____________________

   "I fear this will be a boring evening for you George," Mrs.  West said.
She had just been to check on Jack who was deeply asleep.  "What with Jack
being unwell and Fred away."

   "No, that's fine Mrs.  West," George protested.  "It's always nice to be
here."

   George sounded sincere.  Mrs.  West smiled.  'He is a nice boy, and no
mistake,' she thought.  "There is a good film on TV tonight.  Well, at
least Lilly and I think it is good - it is a romantic comedy called 'When
Harry Met Sally'.  Would you care to watch it with us?"

   "Sure," George smiled.  He knew the film and actually liked it.  He
would never admit to his buddies that he liked romantic comedies, but he
did.  And he always watched them on dates; the girls swooned over boys who
didn't drag them along to violent, testosterone-filled films.  As he had
read in a sex story somewhere: "Take a girl to 'X-Men 27' and the most you
get is a peck on the cheek.  Take a girl to a romantic comedy and you are
almost guaranteed to get her tongue in your mouth and two handfuls of warm
boobs." So far that had worked.  Well, the kissing at least.  And he had
been allowed to feel boobs through shirts and bras; he was hoping to get
further than that.

   But not tonight, evidently.  For sure he would like to have Lilly's
naked boobs in his hands, but with her mother present that didn't seem
likely.  And yet...

   Mrs.  West sat in her favorite armchair.  Lilly had said she wanted to
'get ready for bed in case she got sleepy' and returned in the skimpiest of
tee-shirts and a pair on miniscule panties just before the film started. 
If the bikini she wore in the afternoon was last year's, this outfit must
be several years old.  She sat down at the other end of the sofa George was
in, swung her legs up and covered them with a blanket, motioning George to
do likewise.  Moments later her foot was massaging his crotch.  Even
through his jeans it felt fantastic.  Lilly was being very careful and
discrete - the motion was barely noticeable and she was looking at the TV,
not at George.

   The feeling was building up and George fleetingly wondered if his first
orgasm from anything but his own hand would be from somebody's foot.  The
thought made him giggle, but since it coincided with a particularly funny
scene in the film Mrs.  West didn't wonder why George was laughing.  The
laugh brought him back from the brink, but Lilly continued her foot-work
and soon George was on a knife's edge again.

   Just before he was going to explode Lilly withdrew her foot and went to
the bathroom.  George was slightly frustrated - he had been that close to
coming, but on the other hand he was concerned that a massive ejaculation
in his pants could not go unnoticed.  When Lilly returned she sat at her
end of the sofa with her legs curled up under her.  She noticed George's
disappointed look and mouthed 'poor darling' before refocusing on the film.

   Before long the film ended and Lilly announced she wanted to go to bed.
George and Mrs.  West murmured agreement and got the living room tidied up.
George brushed his teeth, stripped down to his boxers and quietly entered
Jack's bedroom.

   ____________________

   Jack was snoring again - not quietly and not regularly either.  His
breathing actually sounded labored and he was whimpering in his sleep. 
Between the noise and his concern for his friend, George found it difficult
to fall asleep.  After what felt like a long time George decided to "flip
around" and reverse his sleeping position to get a little way away from the
noise.  It was a wise move; not that he actually managed to fall asleep,
but just moments after George had moved his pillow to the foot end of the
bed, Jack sad up with a loud cry-like moan and vomited helplessly all over
the beds - his own and George's - with the brunt of the spew ending up
where George's head had been not three minutes previously.  The spasms made
Jack scream in agony, he then fell backwards like he had fainted and
George, realizing that something was seriously wrong, ran for help.

   "Mrs.  West, Mrs.  West," he yelled outside the master bedroom upstairs.
"Come quickly.  It's Jack.  He's really, really sick."

   Mrs.  West appeared moments later dressed in a flimsy dressing gown.  It
looked like she wasn't wearing anything else underneath and George was
momentarily distracted.  Mrs.  West's breasts obviously didn't have the
gravity-defying firmness of an early teen, but she had nothing to be
ashamed of.  George knew he had something to be ashamed off, but mercifully
Mrs.  West was too preoccupied with the emergency to notice the lustful
gaze or tented boxers of the young man.

   And an emergency it was; Jack was barely conscious, he had a burning
fever - 104 F - and just the lightest touch to his abdomen made him scream
in agony.  Even if she hadn't been a nurse - and she was, although she was
working in geriatrics - Mrs.  West was in no doubt what was wrong with her
son.  "It's appendicitis," she said to George.  "We gotta get him to the
hospital and quick."

   She dialed 911 and explained the situation.  Then she got dressed. 
George, now also dressed, admired the competent, methodical way in which
she got everything arranged.  She hastily packed a small bag for herself
and even remembered to find some clean sheets for George.  She gently woke
up Lilly and told her what was happening.  "I'll try and get hold of Daddy,
but it might be difficult.  George will look after you." Lilly nodded; she
looked frightened.

   Mrs.  West beckoned in George who was waiting outside Lilly's room. 
"Are you OK with that George?" she asked.  "I know it is a lot to ask when
we were supposed to look after you!"

   "No, no, that's perfectly all right," George reassured her.  "You look
after poor Jack.  Lilly and I will manage together."

   "You'll find my car-keys and some cash on the kitchen bench along with a
list of our mobile phone numbers," Mrs.  West said.  George nodded.

   A few moments later the ambulance was there.  Just transferring Jack to
the stretcher caused him screaming agony.  Mrs.  West kissed her distraught
daughter goodbye and also spontaneously hugged George.  It felt good;
George couldn't remember when he'd last been hugged by his mother.

   Just as spontaneously, George and Lilly were holding hands as the
ambulance drove off into the night.  They were still standing like that in
front of the house after the flashing lights could no longer be seen and
the sirens barely be heard.  It was a fine, balmy early-summer's night. 
The air was full of the heady scents of flowering trees and bushes and it
was so quiet that night-active insects could be heard.  They both drew
comfort from touching and were in no hurry to get back in, but finally
George pulled himself together.  "Better try and get some sleep kiddo," he
said and leaned in to give Lilly a brotherly peck on the cheek,

   But Lilly had other ideas.  She turned her face so the kiss ended up on
her lips and she shot her tongue into George's mouth.  Moments later they
were kissing frantically, grinding against each other.  With the greatest
reluctance, George ended the kiss.  "We got to get some sleep," he said.

   Lilly nodded, but she was still holding on to George.  "Can you sleep
with that?" she asked, running her hand over the tent in George's jeans.

   "I'll try," George eventually said, pulling himself away with an effort.
"When you mother asked me to look after you, I'm sure she meant something
quite innocent."

   "True," Lilly giggled and went indoors.

   George followed her in and returned to Jack's room.  Sometimes it's a
pain being a gentleman!

   ____________________

   It wasn't so much the discomfort of a hard-on as the smell in Jack's
room that kept George from sleeping.  Despite removing all the soiled
bedding and opening the windows wide, the odor was so bad George nearly
gagged.  He traced the source to the two mattresses and decided he had to
take quick action or they would be permanently ruined.  Having been a
frequent guest in the West household since kindergarten, he knew the house
fairly well, but he had no idea where to find cleaning agents.  There was
nothing for it; he had to ask Lilly for help.

   "Lilly," George said in a low voice as he tapped her door gently.  "Are
you asleep?"

   "No, I couldn't sleep," Lilly replied.

   "I wonder if you could help me," George said as he came into her room.

   "What's the matter?" Lilly asked.

   "Well, poor Jack spewed all over his bed and mine," George started. 
"The whole room stinks - it must have gotten into the mattresses."

   By 'it', George meant Jack's vomit, but he didn't want to say that. 
"His and mine," George added by way of explanation.

   "Yuck!  Did he puke all over you?" Lilly asked in horror.

   "Thank God no," George said and explained how his attempt to escape
Jack's snoring had saved him from that indignity.

   "That's a mercy, but what do you want to do?" Lilly asked.

   "Well, if you have some Clorox I could rinse the mattresses and get rid
of the smell," George said.

   "I think we do," Lilly said and walked out to the laundry room.  "Here
it is," she said triumphantly when she located the bleach.  "Where are the
mattresses?"

   "I actually chucked them out of Jack's window," George said with a grin.
"They shouldn't stay in the house any longer, and this stuff is better used
outdoors anyway even if you dilute it."

   "You go ahead," Lilly said.  "I'll put all the stinky sheets in to wash
- they will not improve with storing, and Mom will have enough on her hands
when she gets back."

   "That's a good idea; do that," George said, made up the bleach solution
and went outside to work on the mattresses.

   "Is there anything else I can do?" Lilly said when she joined George in
the garden a little while later, kneeling close to him and allowing him an
enticing view of her charms.

   "I must be insane sending this vision away," George chuckled, "but it
would be a good idea to wipe the floor in Jack's room with a weak solution
of this stuff too."

   "Will do," Lilly said.  "It is actually fun 'playing house' with you
this way," she added and kissed George as she got up.

   "It is, isn't it?" George agreed.

   They finished roughly at the same time.  The evening was still warm;
there was no risk of rain so George decided to leave the mattresses
outdoors to dry - and told Lilly to leave the windows in Jack's room open
to get rid of the last of the odor.

   ____________________

   "Where are you going to sleep?" Lilly asked.  The spare bed no longer
had a mattress.

   "Don't know," George admitted.  "I was thinking the sofa in the living
room, but it may be a bit uncomfortable to actually sleep on." He smiled.
"Perhaps you have a better idea?" He added - there are limits to how much
of a gentleman you can expect a 16 year old to be.

   "A much better idea," Lilly said.  She took George by the hand and
dragged him off to her room.  His pillow - the only thing to escape Jack's
'outburst' was already in her bed.  "It will be a tight fit, but I'll do my
best to make it comfortable," she said in a tone of voice that sent a
massive amount of blood to George's groin.

   "And it may be a little warm..." she continued as she took off her
tee-shirt in one smooth movement.

   "I don't think that will cool me down, but I'm not complaining!" George
said as he openly admired Lilly's gorgeous boobs.  "Not - at - all!"

   They met in a close embrace and almost fell into bed.  They were
frantically kissing and touching all over.  Within moments they were naked.
George kissed Lilly's face, then moved down and suckled her nipples.  She
was moaning loudly, straining to reach and touch George's dick.  George
moved back up again to give her better access.  They resumed kissing.  They
were lying on their sides and George lifted up Lilly's leg to rest on his
knee to gain access to her crotch.  He ran a finger down the length of her
pussy, eliciting another loud moan from Lilly and a firmer grip on his
dick. "Gently!" George said.  Just move your hand up and down gently."

   "OK", Lilly said.  "I've never done this before, so tell me what feels
good."

   "Me neither," George admitted, "so you have to tell me what you like
too."

   "That feels just fiiiiiine" Lilly gasped as George's exploration found
her clit.  "Yessss.  Right there!  Keep going!!!"

   He did, circling her hard little knob with two fingers.  She was moaning
louder and louder and at the same time speeding up her caress of his dick.

   They came at the same time, Lilly with a loud scream, George with a
grunt and four or five powerful jets of semen that - mercifully - missed
Lilly's pussy, landing on her stomach and her breasts instead.  The last
strong spurt shot all the way up to Lilly's head, leaving a streak
stretching from her forehead, down her nose and over her lips to her chin.

   "Was that fun!" she laughed and experimentally sampled the liquid on her
lips with a long slow lick.  "Not too bad, actually" she said.

   George's dick, which had only gotten partly soft after the ejaculation,
stiffened at the erotic sight.  Lilly saw it rise to full hardness and her
eyes widened.  "George," she whispered, "I want to do it for real - I want
it in me."

   "Not without a condom," George said.  There were definite limits to his
recklessness, enhanced by the realization that he really loved this girl.
He would love to make love to her, but he cared too much for her to subject
her to the risk of pregnancy at 14.

   "I can't get pregnant the first time, can I?" Lilly asked, clearly
vulnerable to teenage urban myths.

   "Oh yes you can," George replied.  "And many girls do because they think
they can't, or because they think they're safe."

   George's parents had never talked to him about such things and the
school district was controlled by the loony right, so Sex Ed was
essentially just embarrassed teachers preaching the 'gift of abstinence'.
But Mr.  West, during the long drive back from a game in a neighboring
town, had given Jack and George a very good version of 'the talk'.  George
particularly remembered Mr.  West's reply to Jack's question about 'safe
times.' "Boys," he had said, "the only time a girl is 'safe' is when she is
already pregnant." They had all laughed, but the message stuck.

   Lilly's face fell.  "Where do we get hold of condoms at two in the
morning?" she asked.

   "From Jack's room," George replied with a grin.  "Your dad made sure
Jack has them for the day he needs them, and I know where he hides them
from your mom."

   ____________________

   George found the condoms and also brought back a warm wash cloth and a
towel.  If he spent an inordinate time cleaning up Lilly's breast, she
wasn't complaining.  Lilly in return cleaned George's dick very carefully.
She wasn't ready to use her mouth for that yet, but she wasn't completely
adverse to the idea of sucking him off some time either.

   They unwrapped a condom and rolled it onto George's iron bar dick
together under much giggling.  And suddenly it was time.  "I'm told this
may hurt the first time", George said, "and you may also bleed a little."
He held up the towel and Lilly, who understood what he meant at once,
lifted her bottom to let him put the towel under her.  He lined up his dick
at the entrance to her soaking wet vagina and looked into her clear blue
eyes.  He saw no fear, only trust.  Lilly, in return saw only love, not
lust, in his equally blue eyes.  She felt so happy this was happening.  She
felt so happy it was with George.

   It did hurt, but only a little bit and not for long.  George stayed very
still once he was completely inside her and as the brief pain in Lilly's
pussy subsided, it was replaced by the exciting sensation of being filled,
of being possessed, of being loved in an adult way.

   It was Lilly that initiated the actual fucking.  She started to move her
pelvis and squeeze the hard dick inside her to show that she was ready. 
George eagerly responded, establishing a fast rhythm.  Every time he
bottomed out in her, their pubic mounds met, stimulating her clit and
sending electric shocks to her womb and her brain.  Since neither of them
had tried this before, they had a lot to learn.  Once or twice their
movements got out of sync causing George's dick to get all the way out. 
But they just giggled, realigned and kept going.  And after a while they
moved perfectly together.  Because he had come so recently from her
hand-job, and because the condom did reduce the stimulation of his dick,
she was in the midst of her third orgasm before she felt him go rigid and
felt his dick jerk in a different way.

   She knew he had come.  As they were lying very still and very close with
his dick as deeply inside her as it could get, she felt a fleeting regret
that he had insisted on the condom.  At that moment she felt so loved and
possessed by him that she would gladly have borne his baby.  But only
fleetingly.  As he carefully held on to the condom to avoid it sliding off
his now softening dick when he pulled out of her, she was glad of his care
and concern for her.  She realized that nature plays tricks on you when
you're young and horny and fertile and in love.  Had she let him come in
her unprotected she would now have been in a panic and full of regrets -
getting pregnant at 14 would be a very a poor idea.

   But having sex at 14 with someone like George, no with precisely George
- and safe sex at that in all the meanings of the word 'safe', that she
would never regret.  On this night she had no idea what the future would
bring, but they say everybody remembers their first time and Lilly knew for
sure she would remember hers with fondness.

   There was a tiny amount of blood as George had predicted.  He went to
dispose of the condom and wash himself and returned with a fresh warm
cloth. He cleaned Lilly's pussy up very gently, switched off the light and
pulled her in close.

   Sleep eluded them - the adrenalin high of what they had just experienced
and the sensation of lying closely together naked reignited the passion. 
George was rock hard again and Lilly started playing with him.  He wanted
to reciprocate but Lilly stopped him.  "I'm just a little bit sore," she
said.

   "Poor darling!" George said.  "Shall I kiss it better?"

   "Would you?" Lilly asked eagerly.  A class mate of hers had talked about
being licked.  While most of the other girls had been grossed out by the
notion, or at least pretended to be so, Lilly had found the idea exciting.
And she knew she was very clean; George himself had just taken care of
that.

   "I'd love to!" George said and moment later his head was between her
legs.  Lilly's blond pubic hair was fairly sparse and she trimmed it too,
so George's tongue had unimpeded access to her pussy lips and her clit. 
And how!  He had asked her to guide him, but there was no need -
alternating between licking the length of her pussy and almost sucking her
clit had her at an orgasmic plateau after just a few minutes.  And he just
carried on and on and on.  Lilly had a 7 minute continuous orgasm; in the
end she had to beg him to stop and she was like a limp rag doll afterwards:
Before she could even think of returning the favor, she was overwhelmed
with fatigue.  "Thank you George, I love you!" she mumbled, rolled over and
was fast asleep.  George, more than a little pleased with himself, was
resigned to having to 'wait his turn' until later.

   As he drifted off he took stock.  It had been his plan to lose his
virginity this weekend - and that had now happened.  But instead of it
happening with someone who didn't want it, someone he would have had to get
drunk to get to, well rape, actually, he was lying here in post-coital
bliss with someone who really wanted him, someone who said she loved him
and whom he loved back.  A pity that it had only come about because Jack
got ill, but he had no regrets.  None whatever.  And he felt pretty certain
Lilly wouldn't have any either.  He drifted off.

   ____________________

   George woke up to the sensation of having his dick licked.  He got up on
his elbows, looking down at the erotic sight of Lilly's mouth sliding up
and down over his dick.  She looked up at him with a smile and let go of
his dick briefly.  "Good morning!" she chirped.  "I reckoned it was your
turn!" She then engulfed his dick in her mouth again and continued
slurping, kissing and sucking.

   It didn't take long before George felt the tell-tale tingle that
precedes an orgasm.  "Lilly," he croaked.  "I'm gonna come!"

   She just looked at him with a grin and continued.  Seconds later he
erupted, but Lilly just swallowed it all and carried on sucking.

   He had to stop her.  "Thank you, sweetheart, that was wonderful," he
gasped, "but no more now!"

   "Did I do OK?" she asked.  Not that she could be in much doubt from his
body language, but it is nice to be told.

   "You were sensational!" George gushed.  "It felt so good."

   "Goody," Lilly said and crawled up into George's inviting arms.  They
kissed, then snuggled up closely and might have drifted off when Lilly's
phone started to ring.  She got out of bed to get it.  "It's Mom calling,"
she said when she picked it up and saw the display.

   "Hiya Mom, how goes?" she said cheerfully.  "How's Jack doing?"

   George watched as Lilly's happy face quickly turned concerned.  She
didn't say much while listening to her mother.  Mainly things like "Oh",
"Aha", and "What's peritonitis?"

   George looked up sharply.  That word he knew, and it didn't bode well.
Lilly was crying now and George came over to hold her.  He took the phone
out of her hand.  "Mrs.  West, this is George.  Did I understand right that
Jack has peritonitis?"

   "Yes George," Mrs.  West replied.  "His appendix had ruptured.  They
operated on him for hours and he is in intensive care now - they can't get
his fever to go down."

   George could hear Mrs.  West was close to crying.  "That's terrible,"
George said - he didn't know what else to say.

   "I had no idea he was that ill; he should have told me he was in so much
pain," she sobbed.

   "That's just Jack for you," George said soothingly.  "Remember when he
broke his arm playing football and still rode his bike home?"

   Mrs.  West sniffled.  "Yes, I suppose..."

   "Besides," George added, "he wasn't all that sick in the afternoon, or
he couldn't have gone swimming."

   "True," Mrs.  West said, "but listen, I will have to stay with Jack.  I
cannot leave him."

   "Of course you can't," George agreed.  "Don't worry - Lilly and I will
be fine.  Have you managed to get hold of Mr.  West?"

   "No I haven't," Mrs.  West almost wailed.  "His phone is off, or perhaps
there is no coverage where they are."

   "Listen," George said.  "Lilly and I will try to get hold of him.  You
concentrate on Jack, OK?"

   "Oh thank you, George," Mrs.  West sobbed.  "Are you sure you'll be OK
looking after Lilly?"

   "Absolutely," George said with sincerity.  "We've known each other
always, remember?"

   He nearly said 'known and loved', and Mrs.  West had a similar thought.
"I know George.  She adores you - you've always been so sweet to her.  I am
so happy she can be with you when something like this happens."

   Lilly hadn't heard what her mother said, but when she grabbed back the
phone she confirmed the sentiment.  "Don't worry Mom.  There is no-one in
the world I would rather be with than George."

   She put the phone away.  They kissed.  "Let's get some breakfast - I'm
starving," George eventually said.

   "Should we get dressed first?" Lilly asked - they were both still stark
naked.

   "Not for my sake," George said with a grin, deciding that Lilly needed
some cheering up,

   It worked.  "Fine!" Lilly said with a glint in her eyes.  "If you spill
anything on yourself I'll just lick it off."

   That idea made George's erection return with a vengeance.  "As far as
I'm concerned, the only things I want to wear today are condoms!"

   ____________________

   By and large that's what happened.  They showered after breakfast, swam
naked in the pool and ended up fucking outside three times - fortunately
the West's garden was very private.

   They decided to make some late lunch.  Lilly deliberately spilled mayo
on George's dick which she then licked off.  Moments later they were
fucking again.

   Midafternoon, Mrs.  West rang to say that there were signs Jack was
finally responding to the antibiotics, but he was still in intensive care.
George reported that they hadn't been able to get in touch with Mr.  West
despite having tried every hour, but they would just keep on trying.

   "Keep trying what?" Lilly said.  She knelt down and licked George to
full hardness.  They had remade the guest bed in the guest room now that
the mattress was clean, dry and odorless, and they decided that the bed had
to look like it had been slept in.  Half an hour later it did.

   "We gotta do some shopping," George said as their breathing returned to
normal.

   "Do you want to buy more mayo?" Lilly asked with a grin.

   "Yes, that too," George grinned back.  "No, we really need more condoms.
There are only two of Jack's left."

   They got dressed and drove into town.  George had only had his license
for a few months and was petrified that he would wreck Mrs.  West's car. 
Lilly rubbing his groin didn't make concentrating on traffic any easier,
but they got to the stores safely and stocked up on what they needed.

   The drug store was last.  "Won't it be embarrassing buying condoms?"
Lilly asked.

   "Wouldn't it be more embarrassing walking around with a huge pregnant
belly?" George countered.

   "Good point!" Lilly conceded and walked into the store with George hand
in hand.

   Embarrassing it got.  The drug store was owned by Susan Harrison's
parents and they were served by none other than Susan who worked there on
Saturdays.  Her eyebrows shot up when she saw the two very large boxes of
condoms George had selected.  "Better safe than sorry," George said
flippantly, causing both Susan and Lilly to color up beet red.

   She mentioned the price, George paid it and the two boxes were hidden
away in a discreet paper bag.  Susan handed it over with an automatic "Have
a nice weekend!"

   George, with a complete poker face, shook the bag and said "Thank you
Susan, I'm sure we will now."

   Lilly nearly choked while the hapless Susan could feel the flush spread
down her neck.

   "Remind me not to go condom shopping with you again," Lilly said when
they left the shop.  "At least not in this town!"

   "Why on earth not?" George asked innocently.

   "Why?  Because Susan Harrison is the biggest gossip in school - and her
little sister is in my class!" Lilly shot back.

   "Are you embarrassed about being my girlfriend?" George asked.

   "NO!  I am PROUD to be your girlfriend," Lilly replied - dizzy with
happiness from George calling her that, "but I want to keep my private life
private."

   "OK," George conceded, chastised.  "I won't do it again." Demonstrating
that he was still a gentleman, he held the car door open to Lilly, got in
and drove them home.

   They restocked Jack's secret stash of condoms, then emptied a potpourri
bowl on Lilly's bedside table and filled it with the remainder.  "I don't
think this last one will fit," George said poker-faced.  "Whatever shall we
do with it?"

   By way of reply, Lilly started to strip.  Twenty minutes later they
agreed that the new brand was just as good as the old.

   They got up to cook dinner - it involved frying, so they were dressed.
It wasn't anything fancy, but Lilly set a nice table with candles and
flowers and the whole atmosphere was incredibly intimate.  "I wish this
wouldn't end," Lilly said - reaching out for George's hand across the
table. "It must of course, and I want Jack to get better, but it is just
magical being with you like this."

   "I know - I love it too," George agreed.  "But luckily we see each other
often, don't we?

   "Yes, but it won't be the same." Lilly said.  "We won't be alone
together."

   ____________________

   As if to prove her point, the phone rang.  It was Mr.  West.  "What's
going on?" he demanded.  "I can see you have been trying to call me a
million times.  Mom too.  And I can't get hold of her."

   "Oh Dad," Lilly said.  "It's Jack, he's..." she started, but then she
burst out crying.

   "What?  What's happened to Jack?" George could hear Mr.  West yell,
panic clear in his voice.

   He hastily grabbed the receiver.  "Hello Mr.  West.  It's George here.
Jack is very ill in hospital.  He had a ruptured appendix.  Mrs.  West is
with him in the intensive care unit.  That's why you can't reach her - she
can't have her phone on there."

   "Intensive care?" Mr.  West asked aghast.  "How bad is it?"

   "He's got peritonitis, but last time we spoke Mrs.  West said there were
signs that the antibiotics were working," George replied.

   "That's a mercy," Mr.  West said.  "Anyway, how come you are there?"

   "Mom and Dad are away and I am staying with you for the Memorial Day
weekend, so I was here when Jack was taken away in an ambulance last
night," George replied.

   "And now you're looking after Lilly?" Mrs.  West asked, "Thanks heaps -
I cannot thank you enough for that.  I am so sorry I've been unable to use
my phone all day; it must be awful for you."

   "No, no - Lilly and I are fine.  Don't worry about us," George said. 
"But will you be able to keep your phone on now so Mrs.  West can reach
you? And are you able to come home?"

   "Naturally I'll keep my phone on now," Mr.  West said.  "But I cannot
come home tonight - there aren't any more flights.  I'll try to get on one
of the morning flights, but everything is pretty much booked over the
holiday."

   "Do what you can," George urged him.  "If Mrs.  West calls us first then
we'll tell her to get in touch.  And don't worry about Lilly and me - we're
fine, just fine."

   "Thank you George, I appreciate it." Mr.  West said warmly.  "Can I talk
to Lilly again?"

   "Sure," George said and handed over the receiver.

   Mr.  West tried to comfort his daughter the best he could.  "Be glad you
have George there with you," he finished up.  "He's a great guy!"

   "I know Dad," Lilly said, "He's making me feel like a princess."

   "So he should," her dad said with approval.  "I'll let you know when I
can be home.  Take care of each other.  Bye."

   "We do Dad, we do - bye," Lilly said and hung up,

   Mr.  West fleetingly wondered why his daughter had said 'we do' with
such emphasis rather than 'we will'.  All fathers are proud of their
daughters, but Mr.  West knew objectively that Lilly was turning into a
babe.  And he knew she adored George.  He dismissed it as idle speculation.
'If Rosemary has seen fit to leave Lilly in the care of George then I'm
sure it's all right' he decided and busied himself with trying to find a
flight.

   George and Lilly cleaned up after dinner together, then repeated last
night's entertainment in that they watched a movie.  Again they were both
on the sofa, but that's where the comparison stopped.  They were both stark
naked - apart from the occasional condom - and they concentrated even less
of the film than the night before.  The third time George got hard they
were out of condoms.  Rather than going to get more from her room, Lilly
decided to try something the adventurous class mate had also talked about -
titty-fucking.  Back when she heard about it she lacked both the
'equipment' and the experience of male anatomy, but now she totally got it
and a few minutes later a gasping and very happy George produced a splendid
'pearl necklace'.  George reciprocated by licking her to a thundering
orgasm.

   The film had ended and they decided to go to bed.  Lilly's bed, of
course.  By unspoken agreement they intended to get as much out of this
weekend as possible.  Lilly was right - it was going to be difficult to get
time together alone in the future, so why waste an opportunity?

   ____________________

   Once more, emotions and hormones combined to make Lilly want to be
careless.  Not only did the idea of getting pregnant excite her; she had a
vague idea that if George got her pregnant, he was more likely to stay with
her.  It's a pretty dumb idea, of course, but not an uncommon one - as the
prevalence of teenage pregnancy will attest to.  The fact that very few
girls who have babies while in school actually end up living with the
father of their child doesn't change anything.  This is about emotions and
romantic ideas, not cold rational facts

   Not that Lilly would actually trick George into getting her pregnant. 
The teenage moral code of conduct forbids that.  But if a boy, when
presented with a warm wet willing pussy, decides to go in bareback, well,
he chooses to do so, doesn't he?

   George chose not to.  Lilly was lucky in having found a gentleman.  OK,
many would take issue with calling George that, but at least he was a
teenager with some sense.  He fucked her again and again and again, but he
came in a condom every time.

   They slept in and were woken up by Mrs.  West ringing late Sunday
morning: The call was much nicer than the day before.  Jack was now in an
ordinary unit.  He was still on IV fluids and antibiotics.  "But his vital
signs are much better now," Mrs.  West said, inadvertently reverting to
jargon.  "And the fever is steadily going down."
Lilly cried again, this time of relief.  "That's so good to hear Mom,"

she sobbed.  "Did Dad get hold of you last night?"

   "Yes, I called him just after he had talked to you two," her mother
replied.  "He will be here soon.  Oh, and he was very impressed with
George."

   "I am too," Lilly said.  She was referring to the long thick penis that
was pointing straight at her pussy.  "He is being absolutely wonderful to
me."

   "I'm glad to hear that sweetheart," her mother said with some emphasis.
Lilly wondered if perhaps her mother had gotten the drift - especially when
she added "Remember what I said the other night?  Now you're getting a
chance to try out what's it like being married." She would afterwards claim
that she had meant "as in running a household together," but Lilly
interpreted it in quite a different way - as if her mother was absolving
her of what she and George had been doing.  And were about to do again as
soon as the phone call ended.

   They did it on the kitchen bench, 'just because it could be fun', and
were very nearly caught by Mr.  West who had decided to come past the house
to pick up some things for his wife.  That made sense since the airport and
the hospital were on opposite sides of the town anyway, but George and
Lilly didn't know of this plan of course.

   George had just come - triggered by the ripples from Lilly's orgasm -
when they heard the garage door activated.

   "Shit!" they both yelled, separated quickly and ran towards separate
rooms to find some clothes.  George, realizing he would be too late as the
internal door in the garage was right next to the guest room, darted into
the guest bathroom and jumped under the shower at the last possible moment.

   Lilly had only marginally more time and hastily pulled on the summer
dress; no time for underwear.  Her dad was luckily too preoccupied to
notice and Lilly - miraculously - managed to keep up a conversation with
him.  It wasn't made easier by the fact that the condom was still in her
pussy and the sperm was leaking out of it, running down her leg.

   "Where's George?" her dad asked.

   "Oh, he's in the shower," Lilly said.  "We watched a film until late
last night and slept in - I only just heard him go in there." 'No lies so
far,' she thought.

   Her dad grunted assent and went upstairs to find the things his wife had
asked for.  Lilly, quick on the uptake, hastened into the guest room and
retrieved a set of clothes - and a towel - for George.  She tapped lightly
on the door.  George peered out.  "Brilliant," he whispered as he grabbed
the clothes, closed the door quietly, dried himself and dressed as quickly
as he could.

   Lilly, meanwhile, returned to her room.  She stripped, got the condom
out of her pussy and wiped George's sperm off of her leg and thigh -
honestly hoping nothing had gotten into her.  Next she put on bra and
panties.  She hadn't planned on wearing that dress again, but now she
couldn't put on another one now, or her dad was sure to notice.

   When her dad came down again, Lilly was innocently making brunch and
George, equally innocent, came out of the guest bathroom - clean and fully
dressed.  "Hello Mr.  West!" George said as if surprised.  "I didn't know
you were back."

   "Hello George, good to see you!" Mr.  West gushed, shaking George's
hand. "I can't thank you enough for helping out this way!"

   "Believe me, Mr.  West," George said, "I should be thanking you -
Lilly's spoiling me!"

   George could have meant the food Lilly was cooking and Mr.  West took it
that way, but he nevertheless added "Well, Lilly tells me it cuts both ways
- she said you were treating her like a princess.  Keep doing that my boy!"

   George readily agreed to that.  Mr.  West promised he would phone as
soon as he had an overview and drove off.

   "That was just too close," George gasped when he had finished laughing.

   "God yes," Lilly agreed, tears of laughter running down her cheeks.  "I
thought we were so busted.  Anyway, let's eat.  If you are to 'keep looking
after me' you need your strength!"

   Sunday afternoon was much like the Saturday - swimming, fucking,
cuddling, having a great time together.  The condom supply was steadily
decreasing.  In the early evening, just as they had decided to 'scare up
something for dinner', Mr.  West rang and asked if Lilly and George would
like to come out to the hospital to see Jack - and drive Mrs.  West home;
Mr.  West would then do the night vigil himself.

   "How much do we tell them?" Lilly asked on the way

   "What do you mean?  Do we have to tell them anything?" George countered.
Despite his two years advantage in age, he was being the naïve one now.

   "Yes George," Lilly replied.  "Mom will take one look at us and know
something's up"

   "Well, we'd better try to control what it is she think she knows,"
George said.  "Trust me."

   ____________________

   They decided to walk into the ward hand in hand and that strategy
worked. When Lilly's parents noticed they both smiled big smiles.  Mrs. 
West pointedly looked at their clasped hands and Lilly shot her a nod and a
brilliant smile back.  Her dad was also very positive.  "I see you are
treating my little girl like a princess," Mr.  West said to George.

   "I am," George replied.  "I just can't help it."

   "Don't!" Mrs.  West said warmly.  "We know Lilly couldn't find anyone
nicer!"

   "What?" came Jack's gravelly voice from the bed.

   "Your sister seems to have made a conquest of your best friend," Mrs. 
West said.

   "About bloody time," Jack said scornfully.  "She's been looking at him
like a demented sheep for years!"

   "Oh you!" Lilly exclaimed, but her dad just laughed.  "That kind of
thing has been known to happen - your mother is the little sister of my
best school friend too!"

   Jack tired quickly so Mrs.  West, Lilly and George left.  "Please drive
George," Mrs.  West pleaded.  "I am too exhausted."

   At Mrs.  West's suggestion they stopped at a diner on the way back.  "I
am also too tired to cook," she said, "but I am starving."

   George swung in and did a respectable park job.  They were seated
quickly and ordered something simple.

   "So, what have you turtle doves been up to while I was gone?" Mrs.  West
asked while they waited for the food.  George and Lilly were sitting very
closely together, overwhelmed with joy of not having to hide their
affection.

   Still, there were things they weren't keen on sharing.  Lilly, with a
nervous side glance to George, made a hesitant "Not much!" reply.

   George took over.  "We have just enjoyed being together.  Done a lot of
things together - like shopping a bit and cleaning up after Jack." This
seemed like a safe subject, so he continued.  "The mattresses were really
bad, so we cleaned them with Clorox."

   "Good idea," Mrs.  West said.  "How did you dry them?"

   "Oh we just left them outside - it was a warm dry night," George replied
without thinking.  He felt Lilly go rigid.

   "Aha," Mrs.  West said.  She didn't say anymore, but it did get her
thinking - and George could feel his face getting warm.

   "Sorry about that," he whispered to Lilly when Mrs.  West had gone to
the restroom.

   "That's OK," Lilly replied.  "Mom will find out sooner or later anyway."
She kissed him.

   They were still kissing when Mrs.  West returned.  "Hrrm!" she said to
get their attention.  "A bit too public, perhaps!"

   They separated and looked at her sheepishly which made Mrs.  West
chuckle, recollecting Jack's comment.  Still she didn't say anything.

   They got their food and ate it silently, then drove home.  Lilly and
George said 'good night', kissed each other openly but decently and went to
their respective bedrooms.  Mrs.  West stayed up for a little while.  She
went into Jacks room to gather the clothes he would be wearing home from
hospital - hopefully in a few days.  The kids had done a good job of
cleaning Jack's room, Mrs.  West admitted.  The mattress was clean - no
stains and no smell and the floor was sparkling clean too.  As she got out
a pair of underwear from a drawer, she remembered Jack's 'secret' stash of
condoms.  She had discovered them by chance shortly after Fred had given
them to Jack, and she checked on them ever so often.  The collection stayed
constant so she assumed, correctly, that her son was not yet sexually
active.

   On impulse, or perhaps because George had inadvertently caused her to
suspect that he and Lilly had been sleeping together, she checked again. 
The number of condoms was unchanged, but just two of them were the original
brand.  Only on Thursday she had seen them when putting clean washing away.
The conclusion was unavoidable; 'somebody else' had been sexually active
since Thursday.  Very sexually active it would seem.

   Her emotions were mixed.  On the one hand she was concerned that her
daughter had engaged in sexual activity this early; she had been several
years older herself when she and Fred 'went all the way'.  And she also
felt slightly put out that it had taken place stealthily while she and Fred
were away.  On the other hand it was obvious nothing could have happened
under her, Fred's - or Jack's - watchful eye.  And she had to admit that if
Lilly was to have sex with anybody, she was glad it was with George.  He
had obviously known about Jack's condoms - she remembered now Fred telling
her about 'talking' to both the boys - and equally obviously, he was
consistent in their use, once more reaffirming her belief that if anyone
were to have sex with Lilly, George was the one.

   'Besides, it's done and can't be undone,' she thought.  'But perhaps I
should talk to Lilly about going on the pill.'

   She went to bed, thinking of her and Fred's first time - also in her
home one night her parents and brother were away for some function.  They
had actually planned it that way; whereas George and Lilly had been thrown
in together by chance.  Sleep eluded her; she missed Fred and finally
masturbated.  Her last thought as she came was 'if I don't put her on the
pill and they fail using condoms all the time then I'd get the
grandchildren I crave for much sooner!' She fell asleep instantly with a
smile on her lips.

   ____________________

   They were up early and had breakfast together.  Mrs.  West noted the
constant contact - physical touching, little looks, sentences started by
the one and finished by the other - between George and Lilly during
breakfast.  'They've got it bad!' she thought with an inward chuckle. 
'It's wise of them not trying to hide the affection.  But this must be tame
compared to the freedom they enjoyed earlier.  I bet they will be in each
other's arms the moment I'm out the door!

   The bet was a safe one - George and Lilly were both naked before Mrs. 
West reached the big intersection at the end of the road.  They started
with a quick, almost fast and furious fuck - simply to get the pent up
sexual frustration out of their systems.  But then they went straight on to
a long slow session of love-making.  The urge to breed returned in Lilly.
"I'd like to feel what it's like having you naked in me," she whispered
seductively in George's ear.

   If he wasn't already hard again, he certainly firmed up completely by
that.  But his good sense held.  "When was your last period?" he asked.

   "Week before last - Wednesday it started," Lilly said.  She remembered
because she had Phys Ed on Wednesdays.  Unlike a lot of the other girls who
tried to get out of Phys Ed when they had their periods, Lilly didn't -
physical exercise was one of the few things that offered relief from the
pain.

   "Jesus Lilly," George exclaimed.  "If I put it in you naked you'd be
almost guaranteed to get pregnant!" He reached for another condom and
rolled it on.  A moment later he was inside her and scratched her itch so
effectively and for so long she almost forgot her own name.

   They expected to have a fair amount of time together in privacy - Mrs.
West had very deliberately told them that she and Mr.  West would stay
until the doctors treating Jack had been to talk to them and that "Dad will
give you a call just before he drives back." So they were somewhat
surprised when their enjoyment of the afterglow was cut short by the sound
of the door bell.

   George hastily put on shorts and a tee-shirt and opened the door.  An
elderly gentleman whom he recognized as one of the Wests' neighbors - was
outside.  "Hello young man!" he barked.  "How come you're not honoring our
veterans?"

   George was first complete surprised, but then remembered that it was
Memorial Day and that all the households that had a flag pole were flying
their flags at half mast - there is a large army base close to town and the
patriotism is strong.

   "I am sorry sir," he said.  "I would never dishonor our veterans - my
grandfather died in Vietnam and my uncle came home wounded from the Gulf.
But the West family is not home - Jack is critically ill in the hospital
and we sincerely hope a half mast will not be needed."

   The old man peered at George through his strong glasses.  "I'm sorry boy
- I thought you were Jack.  Is poor Jack as sick as that?"

   "He is out of intensive care sir," George conceded, "but still very ill
- he had a ruptured appendix."

   "Oh dear," the old man said.  "And who are you?"

   "I'm George Eastman sir," George said.  "A school friend of Jack's.  I'm
looking after Lilly."

   "Indeed," the old man said.  "Well I hope Jack will get better soon. 
Give Fred and Rosemary my regards.  And if there is anything my wife and I
can do for you then let us know!"

   "Thank you sir, I will," George said - polite to a fault.  The old man
nodded in acknowledgment and toddled back to his own house.

   "What on earth was that about?" Lilly asked as George stripped in her
room again.

   "Your neighbor wanted to know why I was not flying the flag at half
mast!" George said.

   "I could ask why you are at half mast," Lilly giggled irreverently. 
"But I know how to fix that!"

   She engulfed George's semi-limp dick with her mouth and felt the thrill
of it rising to full hardness from her licking in just seconds.  They got
on the bed and explored the joys of 'sixty-nine' - mutual oral sex is a
mechanical challenge but very rewarding.

   A little while later Mr.  West called - ostensibly to say that he was
leaving now and ask Lilly if she could ready some lunch for him, but by now
George was certain Lilly's parents knew what they were up to and wanted to
avoid embarrassing them.  It also came across as a tacit approval.

   Over lunch George told Mr.  West about the surprise visit by the
neighbor.  Since it was now noon - and since the doctor's report on Jack
had been very positive, they raised the flag at full mast.

   They spent the afternoon in the pool and got another indication of how
well Jack's recovery was going from Mrs.  West coming home for dinner;
night vigils were no longer needed.

   They were finishing dinner when Georg's parents came to get him.  "Have
you had a nice weekend?" his mother asked.

   "The best weekend in my life Mom," George replied with conviction.  "The
best ever!"

   Mrs.  Eastman, as usual oblivious to other people, just said "That's
nice dear," and didn't inquire further or wonder where Jack was.

   But Lilly and her parents knew exactly what George meant.  Lilly beamed
- and nearly swooned when George French-kissed her in full view of both
sets of parents.  "See you on the school bus tomorrow!" he said and walked
off.

   And Mr.  Eastman at least had noticed the much more than brotherly
caress.  "She is a lovely girl, Jack's little sister, isn't she?" he
observed as they were driving the brief ride home.

   "Yes Dad," George said with emphasis.  "That she is!"

   The moment was lost - his mother wanted to talk to his father about an
upcoming social engagement.

   ____________________

   Tuesday was back to school.  When Lilly got on the school bus she
bee-lined straight to George to the consternation of her friends.  George
put an arm around her, causing an audible sensation.  They otherwise
behaved - there were fairly strict rules for student conduct on the school
district's busses.  But they walked into the school hand in hand before
George headed to the high school building and Lilly towards middle school.

   George told their closest friends that Jack was ill, but otherwise
mentioned nothing.  At the end of the school day Neil came over as George
was leaving the building.

   "So how was your weekend in solitary confinement?" Neil asked in a
fake-friendly way.

   "Brilliant!" George exclaimed in complete accordance with the truth. 
"Just a pity poor Jack got so ill.  But I had a great time."

   "That's good," Neil said, but he didn't look or sound like he meant it.

   "And how was your date with Nancy?" George asked.  "Did the trick with
the spiked drinks work?"

   The self-assured veneer crumbled.  "No!  It seems some snitch had told
Nancy about the spiking," Neil fumed.  "She would only drink from cans she
had opened herself."

   "That's too bad," George said with pretend sympathy in his voice.  "She
must have heard the rumors too."

   Before Neil could say any more, George added some brotherly advice. 
"Drop her.  She's pretty, all right, but you won't score with her.  All
she's ever gonna give you is blue balls."

   "Like you would get any further!" Neil huffed.

   "Of course I won't - so she's not worth the trouble," George agreed.

   "Yeah right," Neil said scornfully.  "Like you wouldn't jump at a chance
of taking her out again!"

   "I won't," George said smugly.  "I've got a much better fish to fry."

   Neil made another 'yeah right' face and was about to make some mocking
comment when Lilly walked up, kissed George on the mouth and said "Let's
hurry home.  Mom's visiting Jack at the hospital this afternoon so we can
have a couple of hours alone before Dad comes home."

   "OK baby," George said happily.  "I'm ready for anything!"

   "I can tell," Lilly said in a teasing voice, running her hand over
George' quickly tightening crotch.

   Neil stared gapingly after George and Lilly as they walked off, hand in
hand, towards the school bus.

   ____________________

   They fucked like bunnies on Lilly's bed and came at the same time. 
Lilly removed the well-filled condom and licked George's still fairly hard
dick clean.  "Just in case it comes near my pussy," Lilly said.  "I am
getting pretty close to mid period and we don't want stupid accidents!" She
then scooted up, snuggled closely into George, mashing her tits into his
chest and wrapping a leg over his.  His dick ended up poking her pussy, so
Lilly's precaution was a sensible one.

   They were drifting off in post-orgasmic bliss when George' phone started
to ring - it was Nancy.  "Hello Nancy," George said.  He felt Lilly go
rigid, but he reassuringly started playing with one of her nipples,
eliciting a quiet giggle.  He switched on the speaker.

   "Hi George," Nancy gushed.  "I can't thank you enough for warning me
last week.  It turned out you were quite right.  The third time Neil tried
to make me drink something I asked him to take me home."

   "The bastard!  That's just awful," George said.  "I hoped the rumor
wasn't true, but I felt I had to warn you."

   "That is sooo sweet and considerate of you," Nancy said.  George could
hear the hint of an invitation in her voice.  So could Lilly; she was
frowning again.

   "We're friends, remember?" George said.

   "Oh George, so we are!  I am so happy that we are friends and I'd like
to go out with you again.  I'd so much rather go out with someone who's a
gentleman and respects me," Nancy breathed.  "I know boys have needs; I
just need some time to be ready for that kind of thing." The invitation was
now unmistakable and - quite involuntarily - George's dick became rock hard
again.

   "That's really nice of you Nancy," George replied, "but unless it was a
double date it won't happen - my steady girlfriend would be upset and I
would never do that to her."

   "Your g-g-girlfriend?" Nancy stammered.

   "Oh, I thought you knew," George said.  "I am with Lilly - Lilly West."

   "You're going steady with Lilly West?" Nancy asked - incredulity
creeping into her voice.  She obviously didn't expect a grade school rival.

   "Yes," George said with emphasis, giving Lilly a tight squeeze.  "We
have known and loved each other forever, of course, without realizing.  But
we finally worked it out.  She's the one!"

   "Oh," Nancy said.

   "Yes," George repeated, "but I really meant it about a double date. 
Lilly's brother Jack is my best buddy and he's really a great guy. 
Actually, as you've might have heard he's ill in hospital.  I'm sure he
would appreciate a visit from the prettiest girl in our class."

   "OK," Nancy said in a strained voice and the line went dead.

   Happy tears were forming in Lilly eyes.  The dangerous feeling of
belonging, of wanting to breed returned; her eyes were not the only part of
her anatomy that got moist.  "I am the one, am I?" she asked as she rolled
George over on his back.  She mounted him, his rigid dick sliding straight
into her sopping wet vagina.

   "Oh yes, you're the one," George gasped as Lilly started to ride him
fast and furious.  With an effort he stopped her humping and reached for
another condom on the bedside table.  "And I am never ever going to hurt
you.  I'd love to get you pregnant, but not anytime soon.  We can wait - we
have a lifetime."
   THE END