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 Title: My Best Friend Katie Pt.01


Summary: Falling in Love with my Best Friend.


Keywords: fic,erotic,romance,hot



   Chapter 1

   'Can you believe she's wearing that???'

   The note slid onto my desk, scrawled in the margin of a map of 1600s
Asia.  I looked over at Katie Perkins, my best friend and the note's
author, and back to the note's subject.  Alicia Smith was sitting three
rows in front of us, her miniskirt so short we could practically tell what
underwear she was wearing.  I looked back at Katie, who raised her eyebrows
like she usually did when we were sharing a private joke.  Katie liked to
predict the skankiness of Alicia's outfits, and today she was on the mark.

   'Good guess,' I scribbled back.  'Maybe it helps her grades?' The map
slid back to Katie's desk.  We were paired up, working on our history
project.  Our teacher, Mr.  Andrews, was once again hung over, so he had us
pair up and work 'as quietly as possible.' This let Katie and me write as
many notes as we wanted.  In other classes, we had to be more clandestine.

   'Grades, not so much,' Katie replied on the note.  'Guys staring,
definitely.'

   'Jealous?  That doesn't seem like you...' I wrote back.  She looked at
me and rolled her eyes.

   'THAT kind of attention, I don't need.  Thanks, dick.'

   Katie took her map back, and started to work quietly.  I had clearly
touched a nerve.  I took my own map, scrawling a poorly executed attempt at
apology and flattery.  She read it, rolled her eyes again, and replied on
the corner of my map.

   'You are clueless about girls, Jimmy, so I'll let it pass this time.'

   By the end of our lesson, we had finished out work and spent the last
ten minutes passing more notes about other topics.  When the bell rang,
Alicia Smith stood up, to the silent appreciation of every guy in class,
and attempted to straighten her skirt.  As she tugged it lower, she exposed
more of her waist and a hint of ass crack.  I turned, dreamy-eyed, to find
Katie's eyebrows furrowed at me.

   "Really?" she said, exasperated.

   "Katie, I'm an eighteen-year-old virgin.  You put a half-dressed girl in
front of me, it's like putting a ham sandwich in front of a starving man,"
I said defensively as we filed out of the room.

   "I just thought someone who claims to be as smart as you do would be
less shallow." There wasn't a hint of anger or hurt in her voice, but I
could tell I was in hot water.  Twelve years of friendship and Katie was in
many ways still a mystery to me.  I could tell, however, when she was
pissed; that, at least, I could detect.

   "You know that I wouldn't be that shallow," I said, trying to get her to
smile.  Katie looked at me reproachfully with her light blue eyes.  We
paused in the hallway, the crowd going around us, looking pissed that we
stopped and blocked the way.

   "Come on, Katie-Just because I took a look doesn't mean I'd want to date
a moron like that.  It's just my inner primate reacting."

   "Fine," she said coolly.  I couldn't see why she was mad.  Katie and I
were both single, and so it didn't seem like I should have to defend
myself. But before I could continue, she spoke.

   "Are you still coming over tonight for dinner?  Your mom has some big
announcement, right?" She pushed her long, black hair behind her ear,
tossing the other side of her hair behind her back.

   "Yeah, I'm coming.  I still don't know what she's up to.  You never know
with our moms." Our moms were friends, and when Katie and I were introduced
in kindergarten, they were ecstatic that we took to each other as well as
we did.  So Katie was not only my best friend, but also I saw her most
nights of the week; whether we were studying or hanging out trying to play
guitar.  Over the years we had started finishing each other's sentences and
knew everything about the other.  She punched me on the arm, her usual
goodbye, and walked off to her last class of the day.  It was the only
class we didn't share, and it always felt like an odd parting as she headed
to AP French and I headed to AP Spanish.  A minute later I took my seat
near the back of the room.  Our Spanish teacher, Seņor Reynolds, also had
us work in groups.  We were preparing a skit about buying a car-in Spanish,
of course.  I was working with two of my other friends, Denny and Harry. 
Denny was the drummer in my non-existent band with Katie.  She and I played
guitar-poorly.  We were lacking a bass player, and also songwriting talent.


   "Holy crap, did you guys see Alicia Smith today?" Harry asked.  Denny
nodded, grinning.  I just nodded.  They both paused, setting their pens
down and looking at me seriously for a moment.

   "What, you didn't like the skirt?" Harry asked.  "Or did Katie give you
shit again?"

   "Why would Katie give me shit?" I asked, a little too defensively. 
Sensing the truth behind my words, they pounced.

   "Hmm, good question, Jim," Denny said.  "Maybe it's because every time I
hang out with you two, and you see some girl walk by, she gives you shit
about it."

   "Totally, Jimbo," Harry nodded wisely.

   "You two are full of shit, you know that," I said.  "Besides, Katie is
my best friend, she just doesn't want to see me act like a tool, like you
two," I said with a smirk.

   "Laugh if you want, dude," Harry said.  "I'm just saying that if I had a
best friend like Katie, and she pouted every time I looked at another girl,
I'd..." he trailed off, breaking into Spanish as Seņor Reynolds walked by.

   "Cuando por la coche?" he asked in Spanish.  Seņor Reynolds nodded in
approval as Denny replied, "Como coche quierres, seņor?" When our teacher
was out of earshot, Denny added.  "Harry is right, Jim."

   "About what," I asked, getting annoyed as we started the same circular
conversation I had been having them with for four years.

   "I'd be all over Katie if I had the chance.  No offense, no offense!" he
chortled as I shot him a look.  "I'm just saying-and don't get all
protective of her again-but Katie's pretty hot.  Shit she's drop dead
beautiful, and if I even suspected I had a chance I'd be on that ass in a
second.  I mean, she's smart and all, which is cool, but she has an amazing
body.  Remember last year at your birthday party?  That bathing suit she
wore?"

   "Yeah that was amazing.  I still dream about that," Harry chimed in.

   "I mean she has that amazing ass and...well, I could go on but I'm going
to get overexcited.  Bottom line, she's hot, and she probably likes you. 
If it were me, I'd be all over her.  Am I right, Harry?"

   "In a heartbeat, Jim," Harry said seriously.  "Why don't you just ask
her on a date?  You two hang out by yourselves so much anyway, what would
be the difference?  I mean, you might actually get some."

   "Nah, not Katie," Denny said.  "She's too virtuous.  You might at least
get to touch her tits, but that's it."

   "Alright, knock it off," I said in a tone that ended the conversation.
"I'm not asking her on a date.  We're friends, that's it.  And no more
talking about her like she's a piece of meat."

   "You mean like Alicia Smith?" Harry asked, breaking into laughter.

   "Excelente!" Harry said.  "Cuando por el coche azul?" he said as Sr. 
Reynolds walked by again.  As the subject changed to the buying and selling
of cars in Spanish, I couldn't help but think about what Denny and Harry
said, and about Katie, and about what it would be like to...

   "Jim, pay attention!" Harry said, shutting his book loudly.  I snapped
out of my reverie.  Class was ending, and everyone was getting up except
me. Harry chortled and Denny gave me a "he's hopeless" look as they said
goodbye.  "Have fun with Katie tonight," Harry said, and Denny made a rude
gesture indicating he hoped I'd get some as they left me to pack up by
myself.

   Katie and her family didn't come over until seven o'clock.  By that
time, I was already finished with homework and was trying to figure out a
song on my guitar.  I was in the middle of playing when I heard a knock and
then Katie slipped into my room.

   "I don't think it's a seventh chord," she said, picking up an electric
guitar and showing me what how she thought the song should go."

   "Thanks, Katie," I said.  She beamed at me, then her face took a more
serious look.

   "About today," she began.  "I wanted to..." but I finished her sentence
for her.

   "It's no big deal, Katie."

   "No it is.  You shouldn't have been ogling Alicia but I shouldn't have
overreacted.  After all, we're friends..." her voice trailed off and she
looked away for a moment before continuing.  "So how are Denny and Harry?"

   "Same as always.  You know, they drooled over Alicia..."

   "Typical," she said.

   "And they talked about all the things they'd do to you if you were their
girlfriend.  The usual."

   "Figures," she said, still avoiding eye contact with me.  "At least
someone notices."

   "Plenty of people notice you, you're beautiful," I said.  She looked at
me but her eyes pierced into me.  I flinched and tried to change the
subject.

   "Anyway, any idea what your mom is up to?" I said.

   "I have no idea, still.  And, for the record, I wasn't apologizing
earlier.  I was just going to say that I think you shouldn't objectify
women like that."

   "How about objectifying them by mocking their skanky clothes?" I asked
in as non-confrontational a voice as I could muster.

   "That's different.  We're mocking, not turning them into sexual
trinkets."

   "Sexual Trinkets.  That, Katie dear, is an awesome song name.  Let me
write it down," I said.  She busted out laughing, almost letting the guitar
slip out off her lap as she covered her face with one hand, giggling.

   "That is a good name.  Okay, okay," she said, panting for breath, "I'll
drop it."

   "Well, I'll just say that my eyes mean no intent as far as girls like
Alicia go.  Besides, you're much prettier than she is." As I said this she
looked at me quizzically, her eyebrows arched.

   "Oh, really?  You finally noticed?" she said sarcastically.  She was
sitting very close to me, I could almost feel the warmth of her body.  Her
shorts were very short and showed a lot of her toned legs.  They were so
short that they almost revealed the gently curve of her ass, and I looked
her up and down and realized how much I'd like to do some of the things
Denny and Harry had mentioned in Spanish class.  I leaned toward her
slightly, not sure of what to say, but Katie suddenly straightened up, her
eyes narrowed to slits.

   "Let's get back to this song," she said, but before she could start
playing again, there was another knock on my door.  In walked our parents,
the four of them looking as upper-middle class as they could get.

   "Hey kids!" our moms chimed.  Katie rolled her eyes covertly.  "We've
got some good news.  Next week is Spring break, and we're all heading to
Cedar Bay for the week!  No phones, no work, no school, just sun and fun!"
her mom said, sounding like a travel agent.  Our parents all beamed at us.
Our moms, having been friends for years, always tried to vacation together,
so this was nothing unusual.  Our dads grinned as they imaged uninterrupted
golfing and our moms imagined uninterrupted shopping in all of the quaint
shops.

   "What do you think?" My dad asked.

   "Sounds, great," Katie said, sounding deflated.  I couldn't figure out
why the idea had appealed to her so horribly.  I wasn't thrilled about a
fun-filled weekend with our parents, but Katie looked like a girl heading
to the gallows.

   "Everything alright?" I asked her when our parents headed out the door
to say goodbye.  Katie set the guitar down, stretching her arms and
yawning. Her shirt rode up a bit, exposing her firm midriff.  Her tits,
while not as ridiculously large as some of the girls at school, where still
very nice and I was getting an erection while looking at them.  This was a
continuing problem-the only problem-with my friendship with Katie.  The
guys were right that she was incredibly hot.  I had noticed this when we
were fourteen, and had been hiding erections when I was around her since.
She finished her stretch, and turned to look at me.

   "I'm fine," she said.  "Just, a week with the family, how much fun will
that be?"

   "Hey, I'll be there!" I said defensively.  "I think it will be fun."

   "You won't mind being seen with me?  Because I don't want to sit on the
beach and stare at girls."

   "Katie, I promise I'll only stare at you.  Um, what I meant was..." I
began, but she giggled.

   "Stop there, before you ruin it," she said, still giggling.  "I've gotta
go, come here," she said, moving in for a goodnight hug.  She hugged me
close so that our bodies pressed together, and I was acutely aware that I
was still erect.  I don't know if Katie felt it or not, but I was
embarrassed enough to blush.

   "See you tomorrow, Jimmy," she said, and walked out the door.  She
turned just before she left my line of sight, and smiled, her blue eyes
sparkling.

   The following day passed as any usual school day would, although Katie
was more talkative than usual.  Since Katie loved to talk, it was not lost
on anyone that she was very excited.  That evening she and I attended a
church youth group activity.  We always paired up, much to the snarky
delight of our friends in the youth group.  Tonight we were split into
pairs, with one person holding a Styrofoam cup of water.

   "Okay, everyone," our youth director called out.  "They idea is to
negotiate.  One of you will pick up the cup of water, the other will try
and convince you to give it to them.  If you spill the water, you lose. 
You'll need to share with the group what you did to get your cup of water,
so don't cheat.  And no bribing with actual money, folks," she added as she
surveyed us.

   "There is no way you are getting this cup," Katie said playfully.  She
held it up level with her face, taunting me with it.  I made to grab it but
she backed away.

   "You're going to spill it and then we'll lose.  And we've never lost one
of these stupid games," she added.  We knew each other so well that our
inside language let us use code words to get around most word games, and we
worked so well together that every team game was a cinch.  Pitting us
against each other was a new tactic, and I suspected that we might lose
this time.  Katie was grinning, waiting for me to say something.

   "May I have the cup, please?" I asked, knowing it wouldn't work.  She
shook her head, stepping close to me.  Around us, people were trying to
cajole their partners into relinquishing their cup.

   "I could say something embarrassing about you out loud," I said
casually, checking my watch.

   "You could, but I could say something equally embarrassing, and I'd
still have the cup.  Like the time you got an erec-"

   "Okay, okay!" I said quickly, and she laughed, almost spilling the
water. She was referring to the time I had an erection at the movies, and
at the end, when I stood up, it was obvious to Katie and anyone else
nearby. She had teased me, saying I had a crush on the actress on screen,
but really it was because Katie had lifted the armrest between us and was
snuggled up against me.  Even though we were best friends, I couldn't keep
my physical reactions at bay, much to her amusement.  Katie had never
threatened to tell anyone that story before, and I was surprised by her
boldness.  Around us people were getting no further than me.

   "Well, if you want to win this, then you can just give me the cup," I
said.  "Then we'd be finished."

   "A very compelling argument, Jimmy, but I don't think so," she said,
looking mischievous.  "Try again."

   "Okay," said, stepping closer.  We were standing much closer than anyone
else, only inches apart.  "There's no way you're going to just give it to
me to win this?" I asked.  She shook her head.  "But you want to win,
right?" This time she nodded, cocking her head to one side and smiling.

   And I have no idea why, but I reached my hand around her waist, pulled
her close to me, and kissed her on the lips.  It was just a quick one, but
it was something I had never done before.  Her eyes opened wide and she let
go of the cup, which I caught in my hand.  Several people around us noticed
and stopped talking, staring at us both.

   "Well, we have our winners, although I will remind you that this is a
church youth group," our youth coordinator declared as she walked over to
us.  I was grinning, Katie stood there in shock, her mouth open as if to
say something, but she didn't move.  It was only after youth group wrapped
up, and she was driving me home, that she brought it up.

   "Jimmy," she said quietly.  Her face was somber, reflective.  "What was
that about?  The kiss." T "Well, I admit it was a flash of inspiration," I
said, trying to sound calm, but wondering if I had pissed her off or not.
"You did, after all, want to win.  And, you wouldn't just hand it over to
me."

   "And you thought kissing me would distract me." She said quietly, her
eyes glued to the road.

   "Katie, I'm sorry if I upset you, I wasn't trying to.  I just
thought..." but I didn't know what I thought, and I could tell Katie was
upset.  "I mean, it's not like I wanted to.  Well, no, I mean I did want
to, I've always wanted to..." and I trailed off, realizing what I just said
and how much of my inner desires had just escaped into the car and the
space between us.

   "You've always wanted to kiss me?" she said, still not looking at me. 
Her voice wavered.  She broke her gaze on the road to look at me for a
split second before slowing down to pull into my driveway.  "Well, you
better get going," she said as she pulled to a stop in my driveway.

   "Katie, I..." I began, but she cut me off.

   "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" she said quietly, still not looking at me
directly.  I started to get out of the car, but she leaned forward, pulling
me toward her.  Our lips met for a split second before she pulled away,
looking awkward.

   "See you tomorrow," she said, and this time did not try and pull me back
in as I got out of the car-as confused as she must have been-and headed
inside.

   Chapter 2

   We left the next day later for our vacation.  It was Saturday.  My mom
and dad drove ahead, and Katie and I were sitting in the back seat of her
parents' car.  When we went on trips with both of our families, they had
long ago let us ride together rather than listen to use talk on the phone.
Katie sat with her feet curled up on the seat, reading a magazine and
occasionally looking over at me and smiling.  We were almost there, and
Katie's mood toward the trip had improved after her initial reaction.  She
reached up absentmindedly, playing with a lock of her jet-black hair as she
read.  And that's when I saw it; her bracelet.

   Katie and I went to a church that was moderate in their views, but
really promoted abstinence.  Katie had, years ago, attended a youth camp
for girls that talked about sexual education.  When she came back, she told
me she was going to forgo sex until she met her future husband.  I had
shelved the information under "irrelevant" at the time.  Now, when I was
truly starting to appreciate Katie as a blossoming young woman, I was
reminded that, like Harry and Denny said, nothing was going to happen.

   "What're you staring at, Jimmy?" she asked, looking up from her
magazine.

   "Oh, nothing," I said.  She smiled and slid over toward me until she was
sitting next to me, leaning on me.  It was her favorite way to sit, with
her legs curled up and leaning on me.  It was how she watched every movie
with me, much to the delight of my teasing friends.  I couldn't help but
notice how soft her skin felt next to me.

   "Come on," she whispered, "you've been in space for days.  What gives?"

   "Just excited about the trip," I said quickly.

   "Mmmm, me too," she said quietly.

   "Why the change of heart?  I thought you were going to be bored out of
your mind," I said in a whisper.

   "No, you're right.  You're here, I'm bound to have fun.  Besides," she
added, "have you seen the place we're staying?  It's a bed a breakfast. 
We've got a whole floor to ourselves, and it's on the beach."

   We sat like that for the rest of the trip, my body taking notice of her
proximity.  After a while she nodded off to sleep, and as I looked down I
noticed her knit shirt was partly open.  I could just see a hint of
cleavage, which made my shiver with excitement.  While Katie's ass and legs
commanded most of my sexual attention, I appreciated her pert breasts as
well, and my body was reacting instinctively.  Although I had always
appreciated Katie's physical appearance, our long-standing friendship muted
many of the normal teenage desires other girls stirred in me.  I always
thought she was beautiful, but also felt that she was off limits, in a way.
How had I gone on so long under-appreciating her?

   'Because,' said a small voice in my head, 'you're an idiot.'

   We arrived thirty minutes later in Cedar Bay.  It was hot and sunny, and
the salt in the air made everyone smile a little more.  Katie's description
of the bed and breakfast was accurate, except for one thing.

   "Three bedrooms?" Katie's mom said as we stood in the lobby.  "We asked
for the floor with four bedrooms."

   "I know, ma'am," said the young girl working the lobby, probably the
owner's daughter.  "But we had some rowdy college kids stay last week, and
we're still fixing the mess they made.  This is all we have left.  I can
try and help you find another place, but I can't promise anything with it
being Spring break and all."

   "It's not a big deal," Katie said to her mother.  "Jim and I can share a
room, it says this one has two twin beds." I was about to open my mouth and
say something, but Katie stepped on my foot gently.  "We won't have to try
and find another place.  Besides, this view is perfect," she said,
gesturing to the beach rolling behind the french doors.

   "I don't know, Katie, honey," her dad began.  He was trying, it seemed,
to not offend my parents or say anything about me.  Her father had always
liked me.  In fact, when either of our parents were gone out of town, we
stayed at the other house, but never in the same room.  This seemed to
stretch her father's limit of comfort.

   "Katie's right," her mother said.  "We can trust these two, can't we?"
Everyone nodded, and in five minutes, we were hauling our bags up to the
second floor.

   "Thanks for stopping them from spending five hours searching for another
hotel," I said, lugging my bag up the stairs.

   "No problem.  Besides, this will be more fun, anyway," she said, then
quickly added, "I mean, we're right on the beach, you can't get any better
than that." She set her bag down on one of the twin beds and stepped out
onto the balcony.  Just then, my father stepped into the room, waving to
Katie outside and coming over to me and talking in a low voice so Katie
couldn't hear.

   "Listen, kiddo," he said-I hated when he called me that-"your mom and I
are going out on a limb, here, letting you and Katie share a room.  I want
you on your best behavior."

   "Don't worry, dad," I said.  He smiled, looking out at Katie again, then
added, "We've been friends with the Perkins's for years, and we trust you
two, but still..." he trailed off.

   "Dad, trust me," I said, "We're just friends." He looked at me
skeptically, then patted me on the shoulder and left the room.

   "What was that about?" Katie asked when she returned from the balcony.
The wind had swept her hair back; she looked radiant, like I had never seen
her before.

   "Just the 'don't do anything' speech."

   "I got that, too, when I was unloading the trunk," she said with a
smirk. "Oh well, a week of depravity out the window," she said, gesturing
nonchalantly out the open french doors.  She then rummaged through her bag
on the bed, pulling out a swimsuit and marching toward the bathroom
connected to our room.  When she emerged a few minutes later, I was
stunned. I had seen Katie in a bathing suit hundreds of times, but it felt
like I was seeing her for the first time.  She wore a bikini that showed
off her flat stomach.  I looked her, my mouth open, taking in the sight of
her.  Her long, black hair fell in curtains down her shoulders.  She had a
few freckles on her face, which made her blue eyes sparkle even more.  I
was slowly getting an erection as I noticed her breasts, which were rarely
on display like this.  They were small but firm, matching the athletic tone
of the rest of her body.  Her bikini bottom, while not r-rated, showed a
good deal of skin.

   My best friend happened to be one of the hottest girls on earth, and we
were sharing a room.  The nature of the situation took hold and I stared at
her in silence for a moment.

   "Well?" she said, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

   "Wh...what?" I asked, lost in my own thoughts.  She rolled her eyes and
sighed.

   "I'm going for a swim," she announced, and left the room.  I watched as
her as swayed left and right as she walked.  Her firm, round ass with the
dimples on her lower back--it had always been a source of interest for me.
I tried to push all of the depraved thoughts I was having out of my head.
She was, after all, my best friend.  I changed into my own bathing suit
with difficulty (since I was sporting an erection).  Five minutes later, I
joined her on the beach.  She was already in the water, and waved at me. 
As I approached the water, something else occurred to me, something Harry
had said two days ago.

   '...if I had a best friend like Katie, and she pouted every time I
looked at another girl...'

   Was Harry right?  Harry, who knew about as much about girls as I did,
which was close to zero?  And if he was right, then several other things I
failed to notice at first made a lot of sense.  When I was about waist deep
in the cool water she swam to meet me.

   "Sorry I took so long," I said.  "How long have you been waiting?"

   She looked at her watch and frowned.  "Aw, crap," she said, dangling her
wrist in the air.  "I forgot that this one isn't waterproof.  Oh well." She
looked at the useless watch one last time, then swam closer to me.

   "Isn't this great?" she asked, splashing me to get me wet.  I took a
deep breath, sinking into the water and going under.  When I emerged, she
was right next to me, her hair slicked back from the water, droplets of
seawater on her eyelashes.

   "Katie," I said, aware that there were other people near us in the
water. We bobbed up and down in the surf as I said as quietly as I could.
"You shouldn't get down on yourself.  You look totally amazing.  Really."

   "Thanks, Jimmy," she said.  She had called me Jimmy since we were five,
and was the only one I let call me that.  "Took you long enough to notice,"
she said.

   "I just can't believe I never noticed before," I said.  The words came
out and I knew I had said the wrong thing.

   "Never, really?  It took this bathing suit to make you realize that I
was, indeed a girl."

   "I spoke too quickly," I said, "I meant that, you know, you're my best
friend, Katie.  I would never ogle you like that.  Of course I notice, but
I've tried to keep in mind you're my best friend.  I mean, I try not to
stare, but I won't tell you I haven't noticed..."

   "I've said it before, Jimmy, you're pretty thick for a nerd," she said.

   "What's your deal?  I mean, you're getting mad at me for acting like a
normal teenager.  What did I do to piss you off?" I asked a little too
harshly.

   "Never mind," she muttered.  But I was confused by her mood.  I caught
her gently by the hand as she tried to swim away.

   "Katie," I said quietly.  "Come on, what's wrong?" She knew by the tone
of my voice that I was really concerned.  She sighed, then pointed to a
top-heavy blond walking down the beach.

   "See that girl?" she asked.  "What do you think of her?  The truth."

   "Ok, the truth.  She's attractive.  I mean, just from a superficial
glance."

   "Is that all guys care about?" she asked.

   "No.  Well, some do, I guess.  Harry and Denny do, anyway." She laughed,
and I kept going.  "But I'm not so easily influenced."

   "So you're telling me that you would date some total hag, because she
had a great personality?" Katie asked, her eyes boring into mine.

   "That's not fair.  I mean, I really want a girlfriend who's more than a
barbie doll.  I want someone smart, and funny.  And, I admit it, cute."

   "Someone like Alicia Smith?" Katie asked.

   "No, someone smart AND cute.  Someone like you." I said the words and
then realized two things.  First, I meant them.  Second, I stood a good
chance of having freaked her out.  She didn't say anything for a few
seconds, looking at me with her sparkling eyes, boring into my brain to try
and figure out what I was saying to her.

   "Am I to assume..." she began, but I interrupted her.

   "Katie, when are you going to realize that you're really beautiful?"

   "I've always assumed you didn't think so, that you only saw me as your
friend since kindergarten," she said.

   "Maybe that's why I've never said anything.  What if I freaked you out
and then we weren't best friends anymore?" I said.

   She opened her mouth, as if to say something, then closed it and said
nothing for another few seconds.  "Come with me," she finally said, and led
me by the hand out of the water.  We passed the sunbathers, and waved to
our sunbathing parents as we trudged up the wooden stairs to the bed and
breakfast.  She led me up the balcony stairs and straight into our shared
room.  She shut the door, a look of determination in her eyes I had never
seen before.

   "Explain what you meant by 'someone like me.'" she said in a quiet
voice.

   "Katie, I wasn't trying to creep you out-" I began, but she interrupted
me.

   "Just explain," she said, her voice still small.

   "Okay, okay.  I just meant that, you know, if you were interested, and I
were-well, no I mean I am interested...but not if it were to ruin our
relationship...but, I mean..." and I trailed off, because I just realized
Katie was walking toward me.  She put a finger to my lips and gestured for
me to sit down.  I sat on a chair, my damp bathing suit uncomfortable
against my skin.

   "You mean it?" she said quietly.

   "Did you understand what I was saying?" I asked.  She raised her
eyebrows and countered "don't talk so much, Jimmy." She then stepped back
from me, and did the last thing I expected her to do.  She reached behind
her back and unhooked her bikini top, exposing her breasts.  She stood
there for a second, just breathing and looking at me.  Her breasts were
magnificent, and were everything I imagined them to be.  I took a deep
breath.  I had never seen a real woman like this, and I was instantly
erect, my wet bathing suit even more uncomfortable.  She stood, her hands
on her hips, looking at me.

   "Katie-" I began, not sure what I was going to actually say.

   "I've been trying to get you to notice me for years," she said.  "I've
tried everything short of making a pass at you while I've watched you drool
over dumb girls." She paused, her hands on her waist.  "Well, what do you
think?  The truth."

   I swallowed, my eyes darting between her eyes and her breasts.  Then,
without thinking, I said "I think you are the most beautiful girl I've ever
met."

   She smiled, walking toward me, "I'm also the smartest." I nodded, and
she continued to walk toward me, saying "why has it taken you this long to
notice.?" She stepped closer, and then, slowly, sat on my lap.  Her body
was surprisingly light as she rested on my lap, her bare breasts inches
from me, her wet hair dripping onto my lap.  She kissed me gently, and took
my hand in hers.  She then surprised me again, and placed my hand gently on
one of her exposed breasts.  And suddenly, without warning, I climaxed. 
The stimulation of her topless form, combined with the subtle pressure of
her sitting on my lap, had taken over my body and put it into autopilot. 
Her eyes widened briefly as she felt my penis pulse under my bathing suit,
flooding it.  Surely she felt it, because she was sitting right on it as it
happened.  When I stopped climaxing, she looked at me quizzically.  I
blushed, embarrassed by my reaction, but she giggled and beamed at me.

   "Well, at least some parts of you notice me," she said.  She started to
giggle, her breasts bouncing, her body warmer than ever.  I laughed too.

   "This is embarrassing," I said, not meeting her eyes.  The first
half-naked girl I see and I have an orgasm in my pants.  She laughed again,
but in a sweet way.  Then she did another unexpected thing, and leaned in
and kissed me on the lips briefly, then slid her tongue into my mouth.  My
hand was still on her breast, and I was aware of the mess oozing in my
pants.  She then stood up, reaching down for her bikini top and putting it
back on.

   "Don't worry about it," she said.  "I'm flattered, really." She then
looked around, realizing as I was that this would be a bad situation for
our parents to stumble in on.

   "I'm going swimming," she said.  "You may want to clean up." She smiled
at me, then turned to talk out the doors back to the beach.  As she was
almost out the door, I blurted out "wait, Katie..."

   She paused, looking over her shoulder at me.  "Let's keep this to
ourselves, Jimmy.  In the mean time, you should probably take a shower r
something.  You look cute when you're flustered, but our parents might
suspect something if they saw you right now."

   By the time I finished showering and was in some dry clothes, Katie had
returned from the beach.  She was sitting on her bed as I emerged from the
bathroom, reading a book.  She was wearing a pretty sundress that was
knee-length.  My mind returned to the sight of her bare breasts.  Even in a
sundress, she was stunningly pretty.  She smiled at me as I entered the
room.

   "Hi," she said, beaming and putting down her book.  "All set?"

   "Set?" I asked, my mind still registering how pretty she was, and how I
had missed the pertness of her nose and the line of her neck.  She smiled
again, then stood up.

   "Come on," she said.  "We're meeting our parents at six for dinner.  We
have time to walk around the town.  Let's go." With that she took my hand
and we walked out of the room.  The town was on a small island, with few
cars and narrow streets designed for walking.  We exited the hotel, and she
let go of my hand.  As we walked, we said little, occasionally pointing out
someone dressed like an idiot or something else she found amusing.  People
watching was one of our favorite hobbies, and I was relieved to partake in
it with her.  With our brief kiss, and my hand on her breast, I didn't know
what was what anymore.  How long had she liked me?  And why didn't I
realize it?  Katie was, as Harry and Denny had said hundreds of times, very
sexy, but also very smart.  I guess that somehow I expected someone as cute
as Katie to be dumb.  Or not interested in me.  I was still amazed that she
had waited this long for me to realize it.  She could have had another guy.
But did she wait for me?  Did I have her?  I looked over at her, and she
flashed me another grin and blushed.

   "Katie," I said suddenly, stopping in front of a vintage clothing store.
"About before..." I began.

   "A little forward, I know," she said, blushing again.

   "No, it's not that," I said.  "I mean, what..." I couldn't finish my
sentence.  We had been friends forever, and now for some reason my tongue
was tied.

   "I don't know," she said, looking puzzled, too.  "I mean, I wanted to
get your attention, but I didn't really intend for that to happen."

   My heart sank.  Was she referring to my accidental climax, or the whole
thing?  She read my facial expression and added "I mean, physically, you
know?" I brightened my mood suddenly, then took her hand and led her into a
vintage clothing store.  We looked among the racks of moldy clothes for a
few minutes before I added.

   "Katie, look.  I'm sorry I've been too thick to notice you," I said
quietly.

   "You have been, she said calmly.  "It took me taking my top off to
convince you I was a real girl."

   "That was a bit extreme, though, wasn't it?" I asked with a laugh.  She
laughed too, punching me in the arm.

   "My one moment of impetuousness, combined with years of you not noticing
me.  I spent my adolescence wondering if you'd notice."

   "Katie," I began, but she put a finger to my lips.

   "Jimmy, I'm a girl," she said.

   "I know, but" I said, but she cut me off again.

   "And you're a boy.  And we've been together for years.  When are you
going to stop thinking and do something?"

   I don't know what made me do it, but I put one arm around her waist and
pulled her close, so our bodies were touching, and kissed her on the lips.
She relaxed in my arm, kissing me back.  Suddenly, the shop keeper cleared
her throat, clearly not amused by our display of affection.

   "Come on," she said, "let's get some ice cream." We walked down the
street, and she took my hand in hers.

   "Katie, can I ask you something?" I asked tentatively.

   "You're cute when you're unsure of yourself," she said.  "And, yes, fire
away."

   "What's happening right now?"

   "Do I really need to articulate it?  You know, you're pretty smart,
except when it comes to girls," She kissed me briefly, pressing herself
against me.  "Makes sense now?"

   I nodded, dumbstruck.

   "But don't let our parents know, or you'll be out on the hotel couch in
a flash.  Anything else?" she asked, looking at me and grinning.

   "Can we still be friends at the same time?" I asked.  This was the real
question on my mind.

   "Of course.  You're still my best friend," she said, kissing me again
quickly after making sure no one was around on the street.

   "And, about the flashing thing?" I asked.

   "I'm sorry about leading you on like that.  You know I'm not ready
for...for that." she said quietly.

   "No, I know," I said.  "And I'm fine with waiting.  What I wanted to
know was, would you ever let me see them again?"

   "See what?" she asked, playfully.

   "Your breasts," I said as quietly as possible.  She giggled, punching me
on the arm again.

   "I was expecting 'boobs' or 'tits' or something like that.  Ah, Jimmy,
your vocabulary is so much better than the other boys.  It's one of the
things I like about you," she said, putting her arm around my waist and
squeezing.  My mind was in a whir.  Katie, my best friend and amazingly hot
girl, was actually interested in me.  I had seen her breasts-and climaxed
in my pants because of it.  I was still reeling from all of this new
information when she added, "maybe, if you're good." She then smiled
devilishly as we walked on.

   By the time we got to the ice cream shop a cloud had rolled by and a
small shower broke out.  Typical of any Florida day, the light rain lasted
about an hour.  We bade our time by sitting in the ice cream shop, telling
jokes and talking about our band, which we both agreed needed an overhaul.

   "Neither of us can play that well," she said in defeat, "it's time to
give it up and retool our music," she said.  She was drumming her fingers
on the table, prodding her sundae with her spoon with the other hand.  I
was thinking about Katie's views on premarital sex.  I was a typical
sex-obsessed eighteen year old, and my new girlfriend would not be having
any sex for a while.  I was wondering if this would be a long-term problem
for me, when I remember that I had already had a more intense sexual
experience with my pants on that I had ever had before.  The thought
cheered me up.  Katie was just starting to ask me what I was smiling about
when our moms came into the ice cream shop, their shopping bags over their
heads to protect from the waning drizzle.

   "Hey you two," my mom said.  Katie moved a few inches away from me
without missing a beat.  Her eyes were on our parents, but her expression
was impossible to read.  Our moms ordered and joined us, immediately
derailing our conversation.  Katie was her usual self at least, which was a
relief.  By the time we finished, our moms were still gabbing and eating
their dessert.  Katie stood up, smoothing out her sundress and addressing
them both.

   "Well, I was thinking about checking out the used bookstore before
heading back to the hotel.  The sun's out, and everything will be pretty
dry soon.  Are we will meeting for dinner at six?" she asked, not looking
at me.  Our moms nodded in agreement, and she turned and started to walk
out of the shop when I stood up, announced I was going to go, too, and said
goodbye to our moms.  We met in the street, walking together but not daring
to hold hands.

   "Nice move," I said.  She smiled, bumping into me once on purpose.

   "You too," she said.  "I knew you'd pick up on it."

   "What now, Katie?" I asked, surveying the busy street.

   "The bookstore.  I did want to check it out, actually," she said.  We
wound our way through small shops and finally made it to the used
bookstore. It was a two-story victorian house someone converted with
endless bookshelves.  It was a maze of books, and after saying good
afternoon to the owner we were quickly lost in the stacks.  The shop had
books on every subject, some of them very old.  Katie pulled an old
cookbook off of the shelf and flipped through its contents.  I found one
nearby on cold war journalism, then quickly put it back.  We moved toward
the back of the store, taking an hour or so to flip though books as we
went. After exhausting the first floor, we headed to the front again.  The
shop owner barely acknowledged us as we ascended the staircase to the
second floor.  The book stacks were crammed a little closer together on the
second floor, and a whole new range of subjects were marked by fading
signs.

   "This place is amazing," Katie said as she slipped between two narrow
bookcases.  "I mean, look at these old maps, I could spend days in here."

   "We've got a week," I said, "we actually could." We moved to another
bookshelf, looking at books about gardening (boring) and another shelf
containing books about cars (also boring).  The sun was starting to march
across the western sky, and long shadows filled the second floor of the
book store.

   "So what were you smirking about, before our moms came into the ice
cream place?" Katie asked as she slipped a book back into its place on the
shelf.  "You looked like you had an idea of some kind.  Perhaps you'd like
to share?" She stepped closer to me, so that there was less than an inch
between us.  I was about eight inches taller than her, so her head was
upturned to mine; her eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

   "Nothing," I said.  She playfully stood on her toes to reach my eyes
directly.

   "Hmm, I don't buy it," she said in a whisper.  She turned, reaching up
for a book behind me.  I stared at her ass as she stretched, and realized I
was getting aroused again.  I tried to will myself dormant, to avoid
another spontaneous climax.  It would be harder to conceal out in public.
"Ooooh, look at this one," she said, pulling a medium sized book down and
opening it.  My eyes widened.  It was a book about photography, but the
subject matter was bikini-clad women from the 1960s.

   "I love these old-style bathing suits," she said, turning pages as she
propped the book against the bookshelf.  "Look at this one," she said,
pointing to a long-hair brunette with curvy hips and enormous breasts. 
Katie and I had looked at her dad's playboys and things like that before,
joking around.  It seemed different now that Katie was my girlfriend.  I
wasn't sure if I was supposed to say anything, when she suddenly prodded me
gently and said "lost, Jimmy?  I was asking you what you thought.  Or do
you prefer this one?"

   Katie flipped a few pages and found a blond with very large breasts,
sporting the smallest bikini I had seen.  I tried to keep my expression
neutral, and she laughed.

   "Come on, your honest opinion," she chided.

   "Katie," I began, but she giggled, snapping the book shut and setting it
on the bookshelf next to her.

   "Admit it," she said, "you're just like every other guy out there.  The
bigger the chest, the better." I couldn't tell if she was mad or not.  I
looked at her, her face set it determination, just as it was when she took
off her top.  And that was when it hit me; it was then that I finally made
the connection with the hurt look on her face from class a few days ago.

   "Katie," I said tentatively.  "If you're worried about...about your
breasts.  You don't need to think twice about it.  I mean, they are
amazing."

   She blushed, then laughed quietly.  "You're just saying that," she said
with a sheepish grin.

   "No.  They are amazing, trust me.  Besides, I don't go for the huge
breasts thing."

   "A butt man, huh?" she said playfully.  "How do I compare?"

   "Isn't it obvious," I said, thinking of my unannounced climax from
earlier in the day.

   "No," she said, laughing.

   "Katie, all I can say is that you are perfect.  You have the perfect
body, the best smile.  But it's more than that.  You're perfect for me. 
We've been friends for so long, it took looking past that to realize that
you are it."

   Katie stepped up on her tip toes and kissed me.  I pulled her closer to
me, so that our bodies were pressed together.  I was aroused as much as I
had been that morning, and I was worried about losing it again, but I
kissed her anyway.  She kissed me back, her arms wrapping around my neck.
We fell backward a bit, her back landing gently on the bookshelf,
supporting her.  Katie pressed herself closer, lifting her leg and pressing
herself even closer to me.  I ran one hand up her exposed thigh, savoring
its smoothness.  She slipped her tongue into my mouth as my hand moved all
the way along her leg and had now cupped her ass.  I squeezed it gently,
our tongues exploring each other, when I realized she was slowly pressing
herself against my thigh.  Her right leg was raised and almost wrapped
around me, and I felt her muscles contract as she pressed herself against
me again and again.  I was on fire, expecting to climax in my pants again
at any minute, trying to keep control as my other hand slowly traced up her
stomach.  I was an inch from her breast, my hand on her ass pulling her
closer to me each time she pressed against me.  I was about to place my
hand on her breast when we both heard an "ahem," behind us.

   In a split second we had disentangled from each other.  Katie took a
step away from me and smoothed out her dress.  Her face was flush and small
beads of sweat were forming on her neck.  I was as erect as I ever had
been, on the verge of losing it.  We looked at the store owner, who had
just come up the stairs and caught us.

   "I thought you two were up to no good," she said sullenly.  Katie picked
up the book, muttered a low "sorry" to the woman, then proceeded
downstairs. I followed Katie, and the owner followed me, giving both of us
reproachful looks.  When we reached the cash register, Katie set the book
down and said "I'd like to buy this, ma'am."

   The woman frowned at her.  Clearly, she was debating the book sale, or
the satisfaction of throwing us out for making out in the bookshelves. 
Money seemed to win the debate, and she grudgingly took Katie's money and
put the book in a small bag for us.  On the way out, Katie turned and said
"we love your store, by the way." When we got a few stores down the street,
we both burst into laughter.

   "I thought we were toast," I said, grinning.  I could still feel blood
rushing through my ears.  Katie looked flush, too.  She ran her fingers
through her hair, looking around the street.

   "Well, now what do we do?" she asked.  Our physical arousal was still
evident, although probably only to me and Katie.  I blushed, she grinned.
Then, without speaking, we started walking down the road toward the hotel.
The sun was getting low in the sky, it's shape and size distorted in the
evening air.  We walked a few blocks toward the hotel.  We were supposed to
meet our parents for dinner.  Neither Katie nor I spoke for a while, until
we got close to the hotel.

   "That, back there in the book store, was awesome, Jimmy," she said with
a smile.  I grinned back, both of us blushing.

   Dinner was awkward, to say the least.  Katie and I sat on opposite sides
of the table, omitting the fun parts of our day as we relayed our
exploration of the island to our parents.  Our dads had gone boating, and
were planning on taking our moms as well.  Katie expertly got us out of it.
Our parents were thrilled, as always, that we were willing to entertain
ourselves.  I spent the entire dinner thinking about Katie, and about how
she felt in my arms.  I realized that I was getting an erection again, and
looked up from my plate to see Katie smiling devilishly at me, raising her
eyebrows for a second before asking her dad a question about their boat
trip.  I wanted nothing more that to kiss her again, to hold her in my
arms, but instead we were pretending like nothing had happened.  I was fine
with this, because I suspected our parents would not be so keen to leave us
unsupervised once they figured out we were now much more than best friends.

   "How smart am I, getting us out of that boring boating trip?  Like I
want to watch my dad fish," she said when we were back in our room.  I was
sitting on my bed, already in my pajamas.  Katie had just emerged from the
bathroom, wearing a tank top and pajama bottoms.  She was brushing her hair
as she walked over to her bed.  "And now, we have the whole day to
ourselves tomorrow," she said as she sat down next to me.  It was late, and
our parents were already in bed, and Katie was sitting very, very close to
me.  She nudged closer, grinning.  I wasn't sure what to do.  Sure, we had
made out twice that day.  Sure, she had taken off her top, causing me to
climax in my pants.  But, as far as I knew, Katie was committed to
maintaining her virginity as long as possible.  Still, I thought, there
were plenty of things we could do.  And with that, I leaned in to kiss her,
resting my hand on her thigh.  Katie leaned forward, almost pushing me back
with the force of her kiss.  My hands found her waist, and I pulled her
toward me gently.

   Katie stood up, making sure the door was shut, then straddled my leg. 
Her warm thighs were on either side of me, and she bent down to kiss me as
I half-sat, half-laid on the bed.  My hands quickly found her ass, gently
holding her while she started to rock back and forth along my leg.  It only
took a few seconds for me to register that Katie was grinding herself
against my leg like she had at the book store.  Now that she was sitting on
my thigh, she had complete control of the rhythm, and was steadily rocking,
grinding against me.  I sat up more, pressing myself closer to her, one
hand finding her left breast and gently squeezing her areola.  She gasped,
almost inaudibly, as she rocked against me faster, now almost gliding
against me as she started to shudder against my thigh, and Katie had an
orgasm.  She was quiet through it, but threw her head back, grinding even
harder as her whole body shook.  She kept grinding, arching her back a
second time as she climaxed again.  Her body hung limp for a moment as she
took shallow breaths, her eyes locked on mine.  And then, without warning,
she straightened up, looking at me with a fiery look in her eyes, and
repositioned herself slightly.  She pressed her knee, gently, slowly,
against my erect penis.  She pressed it there, watching my facial
expressions, as she slowly rode my thigh again.  This time she rode
deliberately, reaching a third orgasm as she gently pressed, repeatedly,
against my penis.  She reached a fourth orgasm, falling forward a little
bit, and pressed her knee against me one last time as I climaxed in my
pants again.  My erect penis pulsed against her knee as I ejaculated, my
pants quickly filling with hot semen.  She smiled, her hair tussled and
beads of sweat forming on her neck.

   Katie said up, and laughed quietly before leaning in to kiss me once
more.  She stood up, surveying the wet mess that used to be my pajama
pants.

   "You better clean up, Jimmy," she said.  She smiled, and shooed me
toward the bathroom.  I stripped off my clothes, cleaning my still-tender
penis with care.  I couldn't believe the intensity of my orgasm-so much
better than with my hand!-or how easily she herself climaxed.  I had always
heard that it took girls forever to have an orgasm, but Katie was proof
that the myth wasn't true.  When I emerged from the bathroom with a new set
of pajama bottoms, the lights were off and only the moonlight shone through
the window.  My heart sank, as I wanted to kiss Katie goodnight, until I
realized she was in my bed, not hers.

   "Come here," she said sweetly, making room for me.  It was a cramped
single bed, but we managed to snuggle close to make room for each other.

   Chapter 3

   It was only when the sun pierced my eyelids that I realized Katie was
still in my bed.  "Shit," she muttered, waking with me.  She leapt out of
my bed and into hers.  I watched in amazement as her perfectly toned butt
flexed as she rocketed into her bed.  Her timing was perfect, as a few
seconds later my mom knocked on the door, coming to wake us.

   "Wake up, you two," my mom chimed as she entered the room, Katie's mom
right behind her.  "We're taking off early for the boat, so you're on your
own for breakfast and lunch."

   "We'll be back around four o'clock," Katie's mom said.  "I trust you two
can find some things to do while we're gone?"

   "Oh, yeah," Katie said, stretching slowly.  "We've got more window
shopping to do, and we'll probably hit the beach."

   "Great, we've left some money for you two to grab some breakfast and
lunch.  Have a good time, you two," My mom said, leaving the room.  Katie
waited a few moments before looking at me and grinning.  She stood up,
walking over to the french doors that led out to the balcony.  She opened
them both, stepping out and watching the surf.  I lay in bed, watching her.
She turned to look at me, and started to grin and blush again.  She stepped
back into our room, letting the warm ocean breeze fill the room behind her.
She hooked her thumbs into her waistband, nonchalantly tugging her pajama
bottoms lower, exposing more skin.  I sat, transfixed, my erection
throbbing in my pajama pants.  Katie picked up the phone and ordered
breakfast, then turned to look at me.

   "Are you going to sit in bed all day?" she asked with a small laugh.

   "I can't get up," I said.  It was true.  Standing up would reveal my
erection, which was threatening to form a tent in my pajama pants as it
was.

   "Ah," she said, surveying me.  "You know, you do that all the time, it's
hard not to notice.  It's too bad," she said, and peeled off her tank top.
She wasn't wearing a bra underneath; once again I was treated to the sight
of her bare breasts.  Every part of my body took notice of the display, and
my face was flush within seconds.  She hooked her thumbs in her waistband,
nudging her waistband even lower.  It was clear she wasn't wearing any
underwear, because each movement of her hands exposed skin and nothing
else.

   "Come on," she said, "stand up." She did a little spin.  Then, with her
back to me, she peeled off her pajama bottoms so that they fell by her
knees.  Her exquisite ass was so perfect and round that I wanted to climax
in my pants right then.  Deep dimples ran down the small of her back, and I
realized that this was a view I could never tire of.  She began to turn
around.  My eyes widened as she turned around to face me.  Katie kept a
neat triangle of black pubic hair, unlike most of the pictures of girls
that I had seen online.  I had to admit, I liked the bush.  It wasn't out
of control, and it was very sexy.  She stood there, with her hands on her
hips, and laughed.

   "Well," she said.  I grinned, blushing even more, and stood up.  I
figured it was only fair to share.  I took off my shirt, then awkwardly
stepped out of my pants and boxers.  It was a difficult operation, but when
I finally stood up I because very self conscious of my penis.  It was
erect, pulsing gently, and an angry shade of red.  I was embarrassed. 
Would it be the right size?  Like every other boy I had measured myself
from every possible angle, but Katie's mental measure was what was going to
make or break me.

   "I've never seen one before," she said, staring at my penis.  I was
staring too, dumbstruck.  She stepped forward, kissing me.  As I kissed her
back she moved closer, until my penis poked her in the stomach.

   "Oh," she said, surprised.  "I forgot," she added.  I blushed even more,
but she kissed me again, pressing her body against mine.  I cupped her ass
gently.  Were we actually going to do it?  I didn't know.  Katie seemed to
be calling all the shots, and the shots so far had been very agreeable. 
She pressed against me even more.  The sound of the waves flooded the room.
Katie started to rub against my leg, and at the same time slid her hand
down my chest.

   "You know I want to wait, right?" she said in a small voice.  I nodded.
"But still," she said, "that doesn't mean we can't have some fun." Her hand
slid further down and wrapped around my penis.  I gasped, and she giggled,
stroking me gently.  I had stroked myself hundreds or thousands of times,
but the feeling of Katie's hand was unlike any of my own sessions.  Katie's
move had given me an idea.  I took one hand off her ass and slid it over
her labia, feeling her wetness.  She gasped, and her movements became
uneven as I stroked her labia.  I was so close to orgasm, that any second I
was going to.  Katie seemed close too, her breathing ragged and her heart
racing.  One or two more strokes, I could feel pressure building.

   And then we heard a knock at the door.

   "Crap," Katie said, letting go of me.  The pressure was almost painful,
but also pleasurable.  She too looked flush, sweat running down her
stomach. She took several deep breaths, calming herself down before
throwing on a robe.

   "I'll be right back, can you set us up at the balcony table?" she said
sweetly before disappearing.  When she returned, she was carrying a tray
laden with food.  I wasn't sure if we were going to pick up where we left
off, but she set the food on the table and beckoned me over.  I pulled my
pajama pants on with difficulty before joining her.

   "Don't look so disappointed," she said.  "I mean, if you think about it,
you've gotten to see a naked girl, and she put her hands on you.  Not bad,
in my book.  Besides, we've got a whole day to ourselves." She looked at my
face, studying my mood, then smiled.  She took a piece of toast and bit
into it.  She looked at me as she chewed, then when she swallowed, she
added, "what do you want to do?"

   "I don't know," I said, trying not to sulk.  What I really wanted was to
finish what we had started.  She frowned slightly, clearing thinking of the
best thing to say.  She took a sip of her orange juice, then set it down,
before speaking.

   "Jimmy, I don't want this relationship to be nothing but a string of
groping.  We've been friends forever, and I don't want to ruin that.  Now,
just because we were interrupted by the breakfast delivery, doesn't mean
the fun is over.  But," she added, stopping me before I said anything, "I
also like the spontaneity.  So why don't we head out today and see what the
day has in store for us."

   "You're right, I didn't mean to sulk.  Let's go down to the beach, then
grab some lunch.  My dad said there's a neat place down the beach that has
tables right on the sand," I said.

   "I like that plan," she said.  "Besides, even though we might be banned
from that bookstore doesn't mean there aren't more hiding places on this
island."

   I grinned, taking a bite out of my breakfast.  My appetite had returned.


   A short while later we were walking down the beach holding hands.  I was
trying to keep my erection upright so it didn't poke outward.  Katie wore a
small black bikini that I had never seen before.  As we walked we people
watched and laughed, deeming the water too cold to swim that early in the
day.  We walked for about half and hour before testing the water again.  We
braved it, taking our time getting in.  There were a lot of people in the
water, and we swam a little bit away from the crowd.  When we were far
enough away, Katie swam close to me and kissed me.  We were soon tangled in
a wet embrace, the gentle waves buffeting us in the water.  My erection was
pressed right against her labia, our swimsuits the only thing keeping us
apart.  We pressed against each other, each of us panting.  I had my hands
cupped on her ass, and quickly slid my hands under her bikini bottom,
cupping her bare butt.  She panted, pressing against me.  We were both
close again, when we heard a woman's voice nearby.

   "Do you two mind?  There are kids swimming on this beach." It was a
woman in her forties or fifties, eyeing us with disdain.  We broke apart,
blushing and grinning.  We made our way out of the water, each of us
embarrassed and annoyed.

   "I was so close," she muttered, "if that old lady hadn't opened her
mouth."

   "What now," I asked.  "We could always head back to our hotel; no
pressure, of course."

   "That's one option, but I have another one," she said with a grin, and
took my hand.  We kept walking, back to our hotel.  We reached the room,
and she quickly stripped off her bikini.  I took off my clothes, and began
to pull her toward me, when she resisted gently.

   "No, get dressed.  I have an idea.  Trust me, it will be worth it," she
said.  She put some jeans and a tank top, and I pulled on some jeans and a
t-shirt, and minutes later we were out strolling the streets.  We passed
the same bookstore from before, and she grinned sheepishly at the owner,
who was standing outside of the store and glaring at us.  We walked a bit
further, holding hands and knowing our parents were on a boat somewhere. 
Katie led me into the vintage clothing store we saw earlier.  Like the
bookstore, it was a converted house that was full of racks of old clothes.
It was empty, except for a college-age student type who ran the register.
She was reading a gossip magazine and didn't even look up when we walked
in.

   "Come here," Katie whispered, and led me through the clothing racks. 
The racks in the back were taller, and obscured us completely.  She stepped
close to me, kissing me.  I kissed her back, and she immediately wrapped
her leg around me and began to rub against me as she had before.  I kissed
her fiercely, my hand running up her bare thigh.  She was breathing hard,
and very quickly had an orgasm.  I guessed she was climaxing by the way her
breathing changed and she melted against me.  She continue to grind against
me until she came a second time.  She then paused, catching her breath, and
looked around the rack to see the student still reading.

   "I'd better not press our luck," she said.  I took that, with hidden
disappointment, to mean we had to stop, but instead she kissed me again,
then unzipped my jeans.

   "Tell me when you're close," she said, and reached a soft hand down my
pants, finding my erect member and stroking it.  I was in heaven, and held
her tightly as she stroked me, until at last I felt my whole body tense up.

   "Katie," I said in a whisper, and she took it as her cue.  She suddenly,
without warning, dropped to her knees and put her lips to the head of my
penis as I started to ejaculate.  My knees trembled, and I grabbed some
clothing to keep from collapsing as I came inside her mouth.  She kept only
the tip inside her mouth, forming a seal and catching all of my semen in
her mouth.  When I finished, she stood up quickly, and I stuffed myself
back into my jeans.  She smiled, then said "Well, that was new."

   So she swallowed, I thought.

   "Come on," she said, "I think that will tide us both over for a while."
She brushed her hair back with one hand and wiped her lips with the other.
I followed her as she walked to the front of the store, pausing to examine
something on a rack.  I was too dazed to even register what she was looking
at.  It wasn't a blowjob, but she had stroked me and let me come in her
mouth.  In all my years of knowing Katie, I had never expected her to do
something like that.  It almost made me wonder if she'd done it before; it
was an unsettling thought.

   It was so unsettling that a minute later, when she had purchased
whatever it was she found and we were back outside, I asked "Katie, have
you...have you done that before?"

   "Jimmy, you know very well I haven't.  You are the first boy I've even
kissed.  I was just, I don't know, I just figured that you were going to
make a mess.  After all the interruptions today I figured it would be a big
one.  Either a mess in your pants or on those clothes.  It seemed like the
best thing to do with the evidence."

   "It was," I said in a dreamlike tone.  She giggled, then kissed me while
other tourists gawked.

   We met out parents that night for dinner, this time at a rooftop
restaurant that overlooked the water.  The sun was setting, and our parents
were exhausted from a long day of boating.  Katie and I sat next to each
other as close as we could without being obvious.  A few times Katie
reached under the table and squeezed my hand, and once her leg rubbed up
against mine.  She was enjoying distracting me, and often waited until
someone asked me a question before doing something like that.

   After dinner I stepped out without Katie to run a small errand.  When I
returned, she was sitting on the bed, still in her dress, reading a book.
She looked up and beamed at me.

   "Where've you been?" she asked playfully.

   "Nowhere," I said, and embraced her as she stood up and stepped toward
me.  We kissed deeply, then she paused.

   "Our parents are down the hall," she whispered between kisses.  We could
hear them talking in the kitchen, wrapping up their plans for tomorrow,
which thankfully omitted us again.

   "I don't care," I panted, my hands reaching up and gently massaging her
breasts.  She moaned, then slid the straps off her sundress and let it
slide down, giving me access.  I pushed her bra down, exposing the tops of
her breasts.  She gasped as I leaned forward and kissed one.  One of her
hands wrapped around the back of my neck and pushed me close as my tongue
pressed against her nipple.  Her other hand slid up her dress, where she
began to rub herself as I pressed her erect nipple against the roof of my
mouth with my tongue.  I switched to her other breast as my hand took over
rubbing the nipple that had just exited my mouth, and I heard Katie's
breath rattle as she came.  She was rubbing furiously, but also pressed me
closer to her breasts as she stifled a cry.  I was suddenly aware of how
our parents were no longer talking in the kitchen, but just as I started to
panic Katie came a second time, her body shivering as she did, and then she
released me.

   Katie pulled her bra and dress up just as there was a knock on the door
and a second later her mother popped her head in the room.  We were
standing together, maybe an inch apart, but at least Katie was fully
dressed again.  We stepped apart from each other, but Katie's face was
flush and I tried my best to hide my erection, which was unfortunately
sticking out.  I sat down awkwardly on the bed and Katie stood in front of
me.  Katie's mom eyed us quizzically for a second before speaking.

   "Am I interrupting anything?" she asked, giving a closer look.  Katie
blushed even redder and I shifted nervously.

   "Um, no mom," Katie said quickly.  Katie's mom watched us for another
second before adding.

   "Well, we're off on another boating trip tomorrow.  I take it you two
will want to stay on the island."

   "Yeah, I think so," Katie said.  I decided that saying anything,
bringing attention to myself, would be a bad idea.

   "You'll be on your own again," she said, then added.  "Alone."

   This last word hung in the air, as if she was testing us.

   "Sounds great," Katie said in as nonchalant a tone as she could muster.

   "Okay then," her mom said, still eyeing us as she shut the door.

   "Shit," I whispered.

   "She knows something is up," Katie said.  "I know that look."

   Katie sat on her bed, her cheeks still red.  She looked at me, her eyes
narrowed.

   "I wonder if they'll make us have separate rooms," she said.

   "I don't know, but until they do, we should be more careful."

   "It was worth the risk, though," Katie said, patting her thigh
contentedly.

   A half hour later we were in our pajamas, ready for bed.  I didn't dare
make a move of any kind, for fear of getting caught.  But as Katie sat on
her own bed, she turned and asked me, "By the way, where did you go
earlier?"

   I had forgotten about my errand.  "Oh, I meant to tell you before we
got..."

   "...interrupted?" Katie said with a smile.  I turned, reaching on my bed
for the small bag I had thrown there when I first returned, and handed it
to Katie.  She took it, puzzled, and opened it to find a small leather box.

   "What is it?" she asked.

   "Just open it," I said.  "I wanted to get you something nice, and I saw
this early this afternoon."

   She opened the box to find a Mickey mouse watch.  I had seen it in one
of the antique shops, and I knew she liked them.

   "It's not waterproof," I added as she realized what made me get it for
her, "so you can't take it swimming like the last one." Katie laughed, and
slipped it on.

   "I love it," she said, admiring her wrist.  "That was really sweet."

   "Well, I saw it and I thought you needed a new one..." I began, but she
cut me off.

   "I'd like to repay you," Katie said.

   "Katie, it's a present," I said, but she shook her head and stood up,
switching off the light as she stepped over the my bed.

   "No, I mean repay you for earlier." She then bent over to kiss me, and
gently pushed me back against the bed.  She then tugged gently on my pajama
bottoms, sliding them down until my erection was exposed.  I was not sure
what she was going to do, but then she turned, sliding her own pajama
bottoms down to reveal her ass.  She wore tiny cotton underwear, not too
slutty but still hot.

   "Follow my lead," she whispered, then lowered herself until she was
sitting on my penis, her ass cheeks on either side of it so I was nestled
right against her.  I had never seen her like this before.  While I longed
to glimpse her completely naked, I was entranced by the sight of her firm,
round ass sitting on my erection.

   "I hope this is okay," she said, slowly sliding so that my penis rubbed
up and down her ass.  "I'm not ready to..." she began.

   "No, this is perfect," I gasped as she rocked back and forth, straddling
me and gripping me with her ass.  I put my hands on her ass to guide her
movement, and she responded by rubbing herself as she rubbed against me.

   "Oh god," she whispered, and I knew she was coming.  She gasped and I
grabbed her ass, pushing against her as my penis slid in and out of her ass
cheeks, until I felt myself ready to orgasm.  She sensed it, and pushed
down hard, so that the head of my penis popped out of her cheeks and I
splattered semen all over my stomach.  She looked over her shoulder at me,
her sexy body shining in the moonlight, and stood up.  She stepped over to
her bed and slid into the covers.

   "I don't want them checking on us at night," she explained.  "Goodnight,
Jimmy."

   Chapter 4

   I woke up the next morning a sticky mess, but was surprised to see
Katie's bed empty.  After fumbling for my glasses, I found a note on the
bedside table that read 'On beach, parents gone already.' It was nine
o'clock, my explosive orgasm from the night before had worn me out.  I
pulled my bathing suit on and grabbed some toast Katie had left on the
balcony before heading down the steps toward the water.  Few people were
swimming, as the water wasn't warm enough yet.  I scanned the beach for
Katie, but didn't see her.  I took the last bite of toast as I stepped onto
the sand, still looking for her.  It was another half-minute or so before I
did; and when I did, my jaw dropped.  Katie was wearing a two-piece that
was clearly vintage, from the 1960s.  It must have been what she had
grabbed on her way out of the vintage clothing store the day before.  It
fit her perfectly, her toned body and hips accentuated by the style of the
bikini.  I wasn't the only one noticing, either.  Most of the guys on the
beach had their eyes on Katie as she walked up to me, wrapping her arms
around my neck and kissing me fiercely.

   "Wow," was all I could say, and she laughed, twirling once on the spot.

   "You like the suit, I take it?" she said, laughing again.

   "Yes," I said feebly, my eyes glued to her.

   "Well, it's your present," she said.  Her hair was up, her natural curls
accentuated since they weren't weighed down.  She looked like a goddess to
me, the smooth line of her neck drawing my eyes downward.  I struggled to
concentrate on her, there was so much to take in.

   "Come on," she said, leading me by the hand.  "Let's go for a walk."

   "About last night," she said, her eyes scanning the beach as we walked.
"That was close."

   "I know, I thought our parents might have walked in a second sooner, and
we'd be in trouble."

   "Not that," she said, blushing.  "The other thing.  It was close to, you
know, actually doing it."

   "Oh," I said, not sure if she meant that to be a good thing or a bad
thing.

   "Well, I mean it was fun, and you certainly enjoyed it," she added with
a wink.  "I just want to be careful.  I mean, I was an impulse away from,
well you know.  I know you weren't trying to, but I...I wanted to.  Really,
really bad.  But, I don't think it's a good idea yet.  I mean, I'm on the
pill, and I know neither of us have been with anyone else, so it would have
been safe.  But I feel like going completely into it would change things.
But at the same time, we're doing practically everything else, and I don't
know what's right and what's not and..."

   I cut her off with a gentle squeeze of her hand.  She looked grateful;
she was confused and it showed in the plaintive look she gave me.

   "Katie, it's okay," I said.  "I am on board, really.  I know it's
confusing.  If you want to back it down, even by a lot, I am fine.  We
could just kiss and hold hands.  Really, don't give me that skeptical look.
I'm serious!  I mean, it's amazing and wonderful and I love you, but I
don't want to jeopardize anything.  I can wait as long as it takes."

   "What about what we've been doing?  Do you think it will ruin things?"
she asked.

   "No," I said, "but if you do, then I'm fine backing down."

   "No, I don't want that.  I just didn't want you to feel like I'm
stringing you along."

   "Katie, I'd never think that," I said, and she smiled and kissed me. 
"Now, about the other close call, I still can't believe that we almost got
caught."

   "I know," she said with a grin, "it was fun, wasn't it?" She raised her
eyebrows quizzically at me.  Suddenly inspired, I led her up the side
street away from the beach.  We took the shorter path to our hotel, because
I knew our parents would be back around lunch time, and I didn't want to
spoil the opportunity.  We were heading up the stairs to our room in 20
minutes, both of us giddy; she with the excitement of the unknown, I with
anticipation.  I shut the door and pulled her to me.  She leapt into me,
straddling me and almost knocking me over.  With difficulty I stumbled
toward her bed.  The sheets were white linen, soft and glowing in the
sunlight.  We fell onto the bed gently, laughing and kissing.  With little
difficulty I stripped off my bathing suit, my erection bobbing in the air.
Katie sat up, peeling off her bikini top, then laid back and lifted her ass
so I could take off the bottom.

   She looked at me, a fire in her eyes, waiting to see what my grand idea
was.  I laid next to her, but instead of facing her I was inverted into a
sixty-nine position.  She grinned, and moved closer, taking my erect penis
in my hand and stroking it gently.  She lifted one of her legs, giving me
free access to the curls of pubic hair and her vagina.  I ran a finger up
and down her labia, parting them gently, taking in the sights as she
stroked me, occasionally licking me.  I moved closer, until I was able to
gently lick her labia and small clitoris.  She sighed as I explored her
with my tongue, my fingers stroking her labia.  She was already wet but
within minutes she was panting and close to her first orgasm.  She took her
time with me, playfully licking me and putting me in her mouth for a
second, all the while keeping a strong pressure on me with her hand.

   I felt Katie starting to cum, her whole body starting to tense up.  I
moved a finger to the entrance of her vagina, feeling her warmth and
wetness as she started to cum.  As she did, I felt her vagina contract over
and over in short spasms.  As I licked her more, I gently pushed into her,
using the movements of her contract vagina as a guide.  I was careful,
waiting for her to stop me if it hurt.  She offered no resistance, and
indeed seemed to push against me, and before I knew it my finger was inside
her.  I could feel her vaginal walls tighten around me as I continued to
lick her.  I withdrew a little bit and she whimpered, my penis now in her
mouth.  She started to suck me with greater intensity and I pushed into her
slowly again, this time with two fingers.

   Again, it was slow going, but she started to orgasm and I slowly worked
into her until I was slowly penetrating her with my fingers while I licked
her.  She came again, this time I could feel her vagina clamping down on my
fingers, and she took me out of her mouth to sigh, all the while stroking
me faster.  When her orgasm faded, I started to lick her again but she
moved away, making my fingers come out of her.  They were sticky with her
own lubrication, and I tasted them tentatively as she turned her attention
to my penis, which she was now sucking and stroking at the same time.  And
within a minute I felt my whole body tense up and I started to spasm with
orgasm.  She kept me in her mouth, swallowing my semen as I emptied myself
into her.  When she was sure I was finished she let me out of her mouth,
and sat up to face me.  She was grinning, her face flush, her shoulders
relaxed.  The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated her
freckled face, and I looked up at her in wonder, realizing how lucky I was.

   "Well, we won't get to do that too often when we get back home," she
said, wiping her lips on her arm.  "But we'll try and sneak it in when we
can.  She looked down at her pubic hair, now completely wet, and tenderly
touched her labia, examining them.

   "I thought it would hurt more," she said to herself.  "I had read that
everyone's different, but I had expected it to hurt the first time
something went inside me.  I mean, in a sexual way.  Not that I'm
complaining," she added.  blushing, then laid down to face me this time. 
We faced each other for a while, saying nothing, until Katie finally spoke.
"Well, now what?"

   "Maybe we should get ready for our parents," I said.  "Race you to the
shower?"

   "Nah, let's take one together.  We won't get to when we leave, not
easily anyway."

   Our shower was full of groping but nothing beyond that.  We didn't dare
lose track of time and get caught in a situation we could not explain away.
Later that afternoon, while our parents were relaxing in their rooms, Katie
and I had walked down to the local ice cream shop to get away.  We were
walking back, each of us nibbling away at our ice cream, when Katie finally
said something I truly feared she would say.

   "We have to tell them, you know," she said, her eyes locked ahead of her
on the road.  It was the same, determined look she had when I had kissed
her unexpectedly the week before.  We were leaving tomorrow, heading back
home, and our vacation and our shared room were going to come to an end
soon.

   "Everything?" I asked in mock surprise.  She punched me lightly on the
arm, laughing.

   "Just the G-rated version.  I don't know how to break it to them, and I
don't know what will happen afterward."

   "We'll figure out.  With our two brains, I'm sure we'll think of
something."

   It turned out that we didn't have time to put our considerable brain
power to work.  When we got to the hotel no one was there.  Expecting our
parents any minute, we sat on the couch on the main porch, watching the
high tide recede.

   "It's beautiful here," Katie whispered, nudging closer.  I put an arm
around her shoulder, and she put a hand on my knee.  In a split second we
were kissing, the roar of the waves were the soundtrack.  My hand found its
way to her stomach, and I was about to move north toward her breasts when
the crashing of the waves was interrupted by a light "ahem."

   Katie and I disentangled and jumped off the couch.  We were both panting
from surprise when my eyes focused after a second or two to find our moms
standing behind the couch, their arms folded.

   "Having a good time?" Katie's mom asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

   "Mom!" Katie exclaimed.

   "Katie," my mom said softly, hoping to avoid an altercation.  I was too,
and I wasn't sure what was about to happen, when suddenly a plan hit me,
and I lightly stepped on Katie's foot to let her know.

   "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly, looking at Katie, then our mom's.

   "I'd like you to explain," Katie's mom said, "just what you two think
you were doing.

   "Oh, god," Katie said, sitting on the couch, her face in her hands.  I
knew she wasn't crying, but I still thought it was a nice touch.

   "This is embarrassing," I said, then added "I can't believe our first
kiss turned out this embarrassing." Katie looked up, her eyes red but not
crying.  She was remarkably quick, because she stood up next to me and
addressed our moms.

   "I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry, Mrs.  Cooper, it just happened." She looked
mortified.  Our moms, however, looked suddenly worse for the wear.  They,
in their act of discovery, had ruined our first kiss-or so they thought,
anyway.  They both looked strained.  Clearly, there was a conflict going on
in each of their heads.

   "Well," Katie's mom said at last, "I have to admit that I always hoped
you two would find each other."

   "We all did, for years now," my mom added.

   "But, still," Katie's mom said.  "This changes things."

   "Oh, Lisa," my mom said, "they just kissed.  And for the first time! 
And what did we do?  We barged in and ruined the moment."

   Both of our moms started laughing now.  They hugged and laughed,
seemingly unaware that we were still on the porch.  Deep laughs that soon
brought them to tears.  Katie and I exchanged a quick look as our moms
composed themselves.

   "I assume that I can still trust you two," Katie's mom said, wiping
tears of laughter from her eyes.

   "Yes," we said in unison.  We stepped closer, and held hands.  The
intimate gesture was not lost on our moms, who both welled up with tears
again.  This time, I suspected, tears of joy and relief.

   "When did this happen?" my mom asked.

   "Just now," we both said.  Then Katie added.  "It just sort of
materialized.  I think, deep down, we always knew.  And I'm so happy, mom.
I can't believe it." Again, our moms looked like they might burst into
tears, and instead they both hugged each other.

   "Well, your fathers might not be too keen to let you two stay in the
same room," my mom said.  I looked surprised; they were okay with it.  They
really thought of us as responsible, trustworthy teenagers.  I exchanged a
look with Katie, and she winked at me.

   Dinner that night was an extraordinary celebration.  Apparently the
"will they, won't they?" discussion had been going on for years between our
parents.  Several hours later, as Katie and I were brushing out teeth, and
one of our parents had popped into our room for the eighth or ninth time,
Katie leaned over to me and whispered.

   "I can't believe they let us stay in this room, still," she said, her
toothbrush sticking out of her mouth.  She looked impossibly cute like
that.

   "I know, I actually feel a little bit guilty."

   "Well, we'll have to play it extra safe," Katie said.  "But still, I bet
you won't feel so guilty the next time you put your fingers someplace
special." She then finished up and headed into the bedroom.  I followed
her, and her dad stuck his head in the door to say good night.  Katie
kissed me lightly on the cheek and got into her bed, and I got into mine,
and her dad, satisfied, shut the door after beaming at both of us.

   Neither of us dared anything that night, afraid that our parents might
check on us.  The next morning we loaded the cars enjoying breakfast
together before leaving.  As Katie and I loaded the last few things into
the cars, she spoke quietly, so as not to be overheard.

   "I guess your friends' stupid betting pool is over," she said with a
sigh.  "Still, it will be nice to have a boyfriend, especially one as nice
as you."

   "And good looking," I added with a chuckle.  Katie laughed and kissed me
quickly on the lips.  "I'm looking forward to going back, too.  I mean, I
am going to promoted to alpha male of the smart kids, because I've got a
hot girlfriend.  Still, though.  I'm going to miss this place."

   "Me too, but we can always visit, Jimmy.  Now, come on, we've got a few
minutes before our parents realize where we are." And she stepped forward,
kissing me fiercely, pressing herself so close to me that I could feel her
heart beat, and she could feel my erect penis stirring against her.

   "I love you, Katie," I said between kisses.

   "I love you, too," she said, and pressed herself against me.

   to be continued....
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