I lost my William early in 2001. He was a writer who, one day,
planned to use my diary, which I kept through our young courtship
and beyond, as a basis for true erotic stories. William and I
enjoyed reading erotic stories of this type. He planned to use 
the pen name Billy Hand. As a means of therapy for dealing with 
his loss, I have taken up the project. Though not as accomplished 
a writer as William, I too, write professionally for travel and 
vacation guides. I hope you enjoy our stories as much as I did 
living them. 
Whether you believe our stories or not, trust me when I say then
have been embellished little.
  
Our sexual awakening is told in the CARREE LOVES BILLY series.

There are 10 separate other stories to be written, from Williams
outlines, about specific days and events in our sexual lives.
This is the actual first one of the series after Carree Loves 
Billy. It was hard for me to write this one right away because I 
knew I had to deal with a situation similar to the one where I 
lost my William. Thank you to the many people who wrote and 
encouraged me to put the pieces of Megan and Jimmy's loose ends 
together from the original story.
    
This is an account of the days following our first sexual 
encounters at my parents home and in Bill's over the garage 
study. That all happened the weekend before Thanksgiving 1991. 
This story begins where Carree Loves Billy ended. Here they deal 
with friends and their newfound sexual lives. 

It has been nearly a year since I lost my William and recalling 
and recounting this period has been happy/sad for me. For the 
happy part, I know William is smiling down on me. 
I hope you enjoy it.


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CARREE, AFTER THE LOVING

Monday morning I woke as a new and different person as the one 
who went to classes on Friday. Saturday and Sunday had totally 
changed my life as a woman and as a lover. I also had changed my 
own parents' perspective of me as their daughter. They knew that 
I was in love with Bill and he with me. They also understood, 
somewhat reluctantly, that he and I were totally committed to 
each other and planned to live our lives as a couple. I knew that 
I had committed my body, and it pleasures, to Bill, and his to 
mine. The only pleasure and commitment that would go un-acted on 
was true sexual intercourse. That was a promise we made to each 
other, to fulfill to each other, when the time was right, when we 
were married and in a position to handle the possible result of 
that union, pregnancy. 

I stood at the mirror doing a deep clean on my face when I 
paused. I looked at the lips on my face, my mouth. Just a few 
hours earlier they had given my lover great pleasure. I had taken 
his seed into my mouth and tasted his very being, his gift of 
life. We had made love with our mouths to each other, had 
satisfied our great curiosities of each other's sexual beings.
 
I was surprised I was being so philosophical about all that had 
happened. I think there was a fear that I might feel cheap, but 
instead I felt the beauty of it. My decision to show Bill how I 
satisfied myself, after his unfulfilled necking sessions with me, 
was a good one. I left no doubt in his mind how I felt towards 
him. His fear of my rejection had now waned and he opened up to 
show me his fantasies of how he wanted to love me. I lost count 
of the orgasms he had given me, how he had brought me to the 
pinnacle of sexual pleasure, and how satisfied and happy he had 
made me. I was so happy with everything that being in love could 
bring, and our sexual passions had only been tweaked at, the 
surface just scratched. We had so much more to look forward to. 
How could I, at a few days shy of starting my eighteenth year, 
feel so sure and secure in the love of the rest of my life?

Those questions went unanswered as my perusal of life came to an 
abrupt halt with a banging on the bathroom door.

"Carree, I'm so sorry, pumpkin, but I have to get back in there," 
my Dad bellowed. "I know I used up most of the hot water already 
on you, but nature is screaming at me and I need that room back."

My Dad was, as my Mom categorized, like a teenage girl, in the 
shower. He would be under the hot water for 20-25 minutes, 
leaving a lukewarm reception for the next user, unless you could 
wait a half hour for the tank to refill and reheat. I was about 
20 minutes into that half hour wait when he banged on the door.

"Daddy," I pleaded, "Can't you do that stuff while you're in here 
in the first place? Leave the fan on and spray."

I still had 45 minutes to shower and dry my hair, get dressed and 
eat a little breakfast before Bill picked me up for school. My 
Mom had called me downstairs when she heard my plight.

"Carree, I just poured your coffee and juice, why don't you eat 
now and save time later," she said from the foyer. I was already 
on my way down in my robe before she finished the sentence. 

I turned into the kitchen and saw my juice, coffee, and a fruit 
salad with granola waiting for me. Mom sat down with me and 
started the conversation right away.

"I hate to say this, but you and Bill seem like a real good 
couple, Carree. While we sat and talked with the two of you last 
night I found it hard to believe that you were that mature. I can 
see where Bill is very special to you. You are both very 
comfortable with each other and act like an old couple. Just 
remember that you are both young and your views and personalities 
change, don't take each other for granted. Learn to grow with 
each other. My God, I'm talking to my 17 year old daughter like 
she's 25," my Mom rambled.

I was surprised at her candor and was proud that her attitude had 
changed about us. I wanted her to take us at face value, not as 
her little girl with a boy, and she had done that.

"Mom, I know things change and don't always turn out like we 
plan. But I know I'm only 17, and in spite of that, I never felt 
so right about anything. He just seems so natural for me. Our 
hearts beat as one sometimes. He makes me feel, . . . special." I 
said. As the words left my lips I know I blushed and I know my 
Mom saw it.

"Just remember not to mistake sex for love, honey, and what you 
told me about staying out of trouble, you know, . . . that way," 
my Mom said uncomfortably.

I reached out and touched her hand and told her not to worry, 
that as much as I loved Bill, I was still taking one day at a 
time, in many ways. I didn't broach the "virginity" issue. If she 
needed more assurance after our little spat yesterday, I wasn't 
going to satisfy her anyway.

Dad came in the kitchen as we finished our little talk.

"Give it a few minutes Carree and it should be safe and you will 
have enough hot water. Sorry to hold you up," he apologized and 
continued. "Your mother and I are happy with Bill as your 
boyfriend. I hope you know that 17 is pretty young to say you've 
made as big of a decision as knowing who you want to live your 
life with. But, I really like him. He really adores you, pumpkin. 
He made me a little jealous, yesterday."

"I'm really glad you both like him," I said. "But, you do know 
that this is the same Bill I have been seeing since eighth grade. 
You act like you never met him before."

" I KNOW that," my Mom said. " He just seems so grown up now, and 
he was always so shy and quiet when we were around. He really has 
opened up. He's lost that little boy aura about him, like he's 
been awakened to the world." 

After my Mom made that statement, she paused and then I saw her 
blush and look at me. As soon as she made eye contact she got up 
to refill her coffee cup. I took that as a cue to get to the 
shower. My 45-minute window was closed to 35 and I might have to 
hurry a little now. I couldn't help but chuckle a little, to 
myself, as my Mom realized what it might be that erased the 
little boy aura from Bill.

As I hit the top of the stairs I heard my Mom yell one more time.

"Darn it all Carree, Megan Parker called for you 3 times 
yesterday and wanted you to get back to her. I'm so sorry I 
forgot to tell you yesterday."

Damn, I thought to myself. I was supposed to call her "no matter 
how late" on Saturday night when I got home. My duties as best 
friend had been shunned. During my shower I beat myself up for 
not calling her when she really needed someone. I had no excuse, 
except that I had just swallowed my lovers cum for the first 
time. I was so satiated and in the free fall of love at the time, 
even the best of friends were forgotten in that special moment.


As I switched my hairdryer off I heard my Mom speaking to someone 
downstairs. My Dad had left for work during my shower, I had seen 
his car go down the drive, and so I wondered whom it could be. 
One more pause to listen told me it was Bill. He normally just 
blew the horn and waited. 

My Mom was in the foyer as I came out of the bathroom. "Carree, 
Bill is here. He beeped, but you couldn't hear over your dryer. 
You have 5 minutes; it's only 10 after. He was early. We're 
having coffee."

Oh my God, I thought to myself. Bill having coffee with my Mom! 
Maybe he's telling her now good her daughter is at oral sex. 
Ummmmmm, Well, maybe not. The 2 of them getting along to this 
extent, and my Mom feeling comfortable enough to call him in, 
only encouraged me more that my parents approval of Bill was 
real.

I came downstairs with my coat already on and my books in tow. I 
kissed Bill hello and my Mom goodbye as he finished his coffee 
and stood up when I came into the room.

"Good morning Carree," Bill said, "I guess I was a little early. 
I must be anxious because this is a short week."

"Short week?" my Mom asked"

"Regular classes today and tomorrow, Mass and assembly on 
Wednesday with early dismissal for Thanksgiving," I explained.

With that we were out the door and on our way. We made small talk 
on the way to school as I sat and watched Bills face in my 
infatuation of the state of our relationship. The fact that 
neither he nor I, were bubbling about sex, told me that we were 
comfortable with all that happened, and it had fallen into place 
in our lives without being awkward. We were right in what we did.

Although I was mad at myself for forgetting my best friend, when 
she needed me, I was pretty happy with life right now. My first 
chore of the day was to seek out Megan.

Bill let me off and we kissed goodbye, and as I pulled away I had 
to go back for another smooch with a little tongue. He grinned 
and said, "I love you, YOU made my life this weekend."

I kissed him back one more time and said "Goodbye lover, it can 
only get better," as I squeezed his thigh and ran into the main 
door. I didn't want to go all the way to the parking lot and walk 
back in the cold.

I had enough time to get to Meg's homeroom before the first bell, 
but as I went by Heidi Stewart's office I heard my name called.
It was Heidi and I really wanted to make like I hadn't heard her 
so I could find Meg, but she called again.

"Carree, . . . Carree Kasc!! I have a message for you from Megan 
Parker." Heidi hollered over the din of the busy hallway.

I stopped in my tracks and fought off the rushing students to 
backtrack to Heidi's open door.

"Come in and close the door so you can hear," Heidi said as I 
came back and looked in around the rush of passing students.

I went in and closed the door and Heidi said, "Megan just called 
in late for first period, but wanted you to give her a call this 
morning. She has study halls and gym until lunch and won't be in 
until after lunch period. She's not feeling well. Sounds like, 
you know, THAT time."

"Oh yeah", I exclaimed, "We have the same rotation today. I can 
call her after theology. Thanks Heidi err, Ms Stewart," I said as 
I turned to the door.

"Carree, I have to go home to wait for a furniture delivery at 
9:30. Do you want to go with me and stop at Megan's? She sounded 
pretty upset. I can mark you excused from gym, as long as you 
don't have too many X's. I'll put you down the same as Megan. I 
mark them as "cycle", and then there are no questions. Never ever 
tell anyone about me doing this, though. I know how upset Meg is 
and she really wants to talk to you."

"I don't have any X's in gym, Ms Stewart. I was supposed to call 
Meg on Saturday night, and then I was out all day yesterday and 
my Mom forgot to tell me she called until this morning."

Heidi scribbled out a pass to leave my second period study hall 
and gave it to me, saying "Meet me right here at 9:15, and 
remember, not a word. It's really no big deal, but . . . you 
know. OK?"

"I'll see you then Ms. Stewart," I said as I left and headed to 
homeroom.

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Heidi Stewart pulled up in front of her house just as the 
furniture truck was getting there.
"I was going to walk you over to Parkers, Care, but I have to let 
the men in. I have a path shoveled to the gate on the back fence. 
Just go through and knock on Meg's back door. I never got a 
chance to call her and say you were coming, but I'm sure she will 
be glad to see you," Heidi said, as she gave me the bums rush.

I knocked on Parkers back door on the patio and when Megan came 
to answer it I hardly recognized her.

"Oh my God Megan, did Jimmy do that to you?" I was astonished at 
how red and blotchy her face was and appeared to have a black 
eye.

"No, No, the son of a bitch broke my heart, but he didn't lay a 
hand on me. I would have handed him his balls if he did. I've 
been crying and I tried some eye drops and my eyes had a 
reaction. Then, I rubbed my right eye so much; I may end up with 
a shiner. (She started crying again) Look at me! I am such a 
fuckin' mess. And YOU, you son of a bitch, some kind of best 
friend you are. I'm hoarse from screaming at my phone to ring, 
waiting for your call!!" 

I reached out and hugged Megan and apologized and explained about 
not getting her messages, and calling after 2:00 a.m. on Saturday 
seemed unreasonable. She seemed to understand, but she was still 
a basket-case.
I put my arm around her and walked her to the living room and sat 
her down and asked her if she ate yet. She hadn't and I went out 
and made coffee and put on some hot water for instant oatmeal I 
saw on the counter. All the while we talked in raised voices from 
kitchen to living room. I told her how Heidi got me out of school 
and found me this morning, just small talk until we could talk 
eye to eye. Speaking of that eye, I went to the bathroom and 
found an ice bag for her eye. In about 7 minutes flat, I had some 
coffee, hot oatmeal and an ice bag on a tray going into the 
living room.

"Oh Care, how could I have been mad at you. You're here like a 
Florence Nightingale to help me." Megan said as she touched my 
arm.

"Sit back and let me get the ice bag started while your coffee 
and cereal cools, Now, I know it's cold, but that eye needs it. 
Grin and bear it you little bitch, for calling me names," I said 
kidding her. I knew she was pissed when I didn't call and 
probably called me every name in the book.

She put her head back and said "If you only knew . . Owww, THAT'S 
COLD, you son of a bitch. Ooops there I go again."

"No shit Megan, what did you think ICE would be?" I said.
"Just lie back and bear it for a minute or two. Shut your gutter 
mouth and calm down and listen to me for a minute. Umm, Bill and 
I have been pretty sexy the last couple days. We are like this 
amazing couple right now. I'm not saying this to make you jealous 
or anything, just be happy for me Meg. God, I love him so damn 
much, and we really got, oh I don't know what you call it, sexy, 
like I said." 

"You didn't do it, did you?" Megan asked cautiously.

 "NO, of course not," I said "but we sure were into each other, 
Meg. He is just the best guy there could ever be. I can't tell 
you how much I love him. He is so special. But, enough about me, 
take a deep breath and spill your guts about Jimmy."

Meg sat up and took her coffee and sipped a couple swallows and 
laid back and put the ice back on her eye, and began to talk.

"Well, it didn't go how I wanted it to, but I ended it MY way not 
his. He came over to pick me up and I wouldn't go with him. I 
insisted he come in and we hash things out at my house. My 
parents were over at Heidi's for cards. I sat him right here on 
the sofa and told him how much I really cared for him, that I 
thought I loved him, that he was real special to me. Although I 
was only a sophomore, he was a senior and we had to prepare for 
spending long periods of time apart. I told him I wanted to share 
special moments with him, you know, personal sexual things that 
tie the binds of people who love each other and want to express 
it. But, I let him know that I was not prepared to have 
intercourse with him on any basis. We had done it before but now 
I had changed my feelings about it. It didn't mean I cared for 
him any less, and it didn't mean that I was going to hold sexual 
intercourse as ransom for the promise of rings, trips, you know, 
all that baloney. I didn't want to trade a roll in the hay for a 
nice time. 

He sat there with this long face on and I held his face in my 
hands and looked him square in the eye and told him, If there 
were no risk of getting pregnant, I would fuck him everyday and 
twice on any he wanted. I loved sex. I enjoyed sex. But it was 
only with him. Although we had only done it twice and each time I 
was afraid and had reservations, I loved it. But, it wasn't the 
fucking, it was making love to HIM. 
To pack up with his friends and go away for a weekend to screw in 
a tent in the woods, or in a cabin, or any other arrangement, 
seemed cheap, and not something that people in love would do. If 
he said he wanted to take me and make love to me in front of his 
friends to show them how much he loved me, it would be one thing, 
not that I would do that.
I asked him if his friends ever screwed around with their other 
friends' dates, and he said, "not usually". That wasn't a NO, 
Carree!. I told him I was hurt that he wanted to treat me that 
way. 
Here, I want to be something special and give of myself, and he 
wants to go to something like an orgy, where I might get shared. 
I thought I was his girlfriend, not his conquest or contribution 
to a pot luck supper!

Then I set myself up for the big hurt. 
I asked him if he ever had any kind of sex, even just necking, 
with any other girl, besides me, since we started dating. 

He never hesitated and said NO. Just the way I asked him and the 
way he answered, I knew he was not lying. 

Then I asked him if would turn down an offer of sex from another 
girl when he went away to school. 

Again he answered NO right away and said he wouldn't do anything 
with anyone if he and I committed to each other. 

But then he told me, the only commitment he would accept was, 
regular intercourse, fucking. He said if I liked doing it, and I 
felt about him as strong as he felt about me, it shouldn't be a 
problem. 
If we had regular sex, he wouldn't go away with his senior 
buddy's and their little whores."

"Carree, if he said he loved me so much that he would honor his 
commitment to me when he went away, and he had never cheated on 
me at all, why did I have to screw him to prove anything to him?

He said that if I really loved him I would want to do it all the 
time. I was crying, and he felt bad that he made me cry and I 
went to get a tissue. When I came back I had a box with most of 
the stuff he had given me, things that I considered tokens on 
love. This was to be MY power play.
I told him that I enjoyed the time we had spent together, and had 
no regrets that I gave him my virginity. At the time it was 
right, and that was all that mattered," Megan rambled on, holding 
back tears.

"He got real pissed off and wanted to know what the big deal 
about sex was. All his friends did it all the time, BUT I wanted 
to make it seem like we were the only couple that ever snuck away 
and did it for the first time. 
I told him that giving my body to another human being was a big 
deal and I was willing to do lots of stuff with him to express my 
love, but not that, not now. 
That should be held in a special place because of the 
consequences of pregnancy and what it could do to the rest of our 
lives. I told him I only had one life and I wanted to live it in 
a way I would be happy, and I thought he was the one I wanted to 
share it with. 
Then he got pissed and took the box of things and said I would 
never see it again, he would bury it. 
He said to not call him anymore; he was going to get on with his 
life. He was an idiot for going out with a kid, just because she 
had nice tits. 
He was saying things to hurt me, being a shit head. I was 
screaming at him that he was an asshole, that he really loved me 
and wasn't man enough to admit it. He was letting his friends 
decide whom he should be with. I really let loose," she 
continued.

"He finally got up, took the box and stormed out the door, and 
I've been crying here ever since," she said as she sought me out 
for a hug.

We hugged and then I calmed her down enough to get her to eat and 
finish her coffee and get the ice bag back on her eye. I kept her 
quiet and had her just listen to me. I said I thought he would 
come back, but not to wait for that to happen. 
To sit and moon over a guy, who wanted a sperm receptacle, even 
though his heart was in the right place, was crazy. 
I think Jimmy really loved her, but let his friends tell him what 
love was supposed to mean, and that meant regular screwing. Why 
he wouldn't even go down the avenues of alternative sex was 
beyond me. Was it not macho enough? 
Jimmy had issues and until he got them resolved, I told Megan, 
she shouldn't blame herself. She had to toughen up and get on and 
stop feeling sorry for herself. 
She clearly was swinging the hammer if there was any chance of 
reconciliation. She agreed that she should not bend from her 
position. It was her life she was dealing with. She wanted that 
life to be spent being in love with Jimmy, but he clearly loved 
himself and his friends lives more.

We sat on the sofa together thinking the situation over. She 
pulled the ice bag from her eye and asked if it was doing any 
good, and it clearly was. I told her to lie back and relax and 
she might be able to go through the afternoon at school without a 
question being asked. I told her that if a nun or anyone asked 
about her appearance, just to say she had her period. That 
usually ended those kinds of conversations abruptly.

"Megan, I don't mean to pry to be nosey, tell me to get lost if 
you want, but, did you ever let Jimmy think that you were going 
to start putting out on a regular basis and hang around with 
those goons he calls friends or classmates?" I asked.

"After he had me at his family camp he sort of intimated that we 
would be doing it again real soon. I told him that I would need a 
while to erase the guilt and fear from the first time before I 
ever thought to do it again. 
Then he was mad and said he never did a girl just once, that he 
always screwed them a lot of times before he sent them moving on.
Macho bullshit!! 
Obviously I blew up at him. I knew he was lying about other 
girls, I had to put his damn condom on, he had no clue. I don't 
think he knew what a clitoris was!" 

"We had seen the film in sex ed class demonstrating putting a 
condom on a cucumber. Ours was the only class to see that!" Meg 
explained. 

"The nuns shut the class down the next day. That was when the 
public school would send students for Religious Ed to St Pius, so 
the city council wanted the Sex Ed class to be taught to us.You 
know, the whole forced morality thing."

"We were supposed to have an instructor from City Central show 
each Gym class the movie. It made one showing before they shut 
that down. But anyway, about the condom, I knew to pinch an inch 
and roll down without using fingernails. He had no idea, and it 
was totally apparent that he had never used one or put one on." 

"He had no idea about opening my bra and when he played . . 

Geez Care, this is a little embarrassing." Meg said pausing, 
"Ummm, when he played around, "down there",  he just poked his 
finger in and never even looked or felt for my clit." She said as 
she moved her averted eyes to mine." 

"Oh shit, I can see you're embarrassed too, I'm sorry," Meg said.

"No, please go ahead, let's at least talk like grown up 
girlfriends, I want to help you out if I can," I said.

"Ohh God," she exasperated, "anyway I told him to find IT to help 
me get wet, meaning to stimulate me a little. But, he said, he 
did find it and he had his finger in it. How stupid was he? I 
knew then, that all his macho talk was bullshit." 

"That was why I told you guys, at the truth or dare sleepover, so 
much about holding it and how wonderful it felt in your hand. I 
had it in my hand more than he had it in HIS that day! I didn't 
own one, but knew what to do with it, at least!" she said.

"I don't know if he really asked me out because I had big boobs 
for a sophomore, or not. I don't think he was making any ground 
with those whorey sluts his friends hang with, and he saw me as 
someone as gullible and susceptible as he was."
"But if we were ever in their company, there was always about 3 
or 4 guys and 4 or 5 girls, he always treated me cheap, like the 
others treated their girlfriends. I avoided going out with them 
as much as possible."
"They openly joked about screwing, oral sex, you know all stuff 
couples keep as personal. I couldn't understand why he hung with 
them. 
Jimmy was nothing like them, and if he hung with the guys from 
our class, you know ones in our crowd, he was always a great 
guy."
"But the peer pressure from his senior friends made him an 
asshole. I'm old for a sophomore, like you, but Jimmy is young 
for a senior. I think he's only a couple months older than me. I 
think they gave him the idea that I should be screwing him every 
chance he wants, and if I didn't put out, I must be cold or 
giving it to someone else." Meg said, drawing a deep breath.

"He does all this macho sex talk crap with those people, and then 
he would see a cute little teddy bear on a gold chain with a 
diamond in its belly button, and buy it for me, even though it 
means we have no gas money for the weekend. YOU figure him out. 
Which guy is he? 
I know he cares about me, but he cares what those other jerks 
think more, it seems."

"My sister Judy thinks he looks up to these guys as mentors, 
tough guys, because he's a little younger than they are. He wants 
to be in a position where a "new" Jimmy will come along and want 
to be like HIM. 
When is he going to wake up and see these people as the jerks 
they are? 
I mean, Carree, I love you, and look up to you in some ways, but 
I don't want to be in the same room with you when you have sex, 
even necking or what ever with Billy, er, Bill . . . sorry."

"He made the thought of having sex with him real exciting the 
first time and I really wanted to do it, I had so many questions 
and I wanted to keep him as my boyfriend. I saw so many 
possibilities, because he was so nice to me. 
I liked it and I had an orgasm, even though I had to help it. But 
about a month later we did it again at his house and I was really 
getting into it and he yanked it out of me, having cum already in 
the condom. He ran to the bathroom and came back to get me to 
hurry, making sure his parents didn't catch us. 
He just did it to say he did it. 
I enjoyed it, but I wanted an orgasm. He just came and I guess he 
liked it for a second, but he ran and took off the condom and he 
was done - period. That's when I decided I would not run the risk 
anymore for the little I got out of it, especially when I can do 
better alone or with him watching me alone." 

Meg finished her story as she pulled the ice from her eye and 
looked at me for a reaction to how the eye looked.

"Your eye looks 100 per cent better Meg, all the swelling is down 
and the little black and blue that shows can be covered with 
make-up. Just don't rub or cry anymore." I said.

I continued, "I think he's going to come back to you Meg. He was 
spending more and more time with our crowd in the last month or 
so. I think he just had some time with his old crowd who told him 
that he should be getting more, as if sex is the only thing there 
is in a relationship. Being a sophomore and being very 
attractive, I think you were originally his trophy for those 
guys. I agree with Judy. He hadn't planned on falling for you. 
When he did, I think they told him he was a wimp. He said he only 
dated you because you had big tits. That was probably the truth. 
That's why I say you were his trophy. You two clicked right away 
and it caught him off guard."

"I hope you're right. If not, if he remains this macho jerk, I 
may have to seek him out and kick him in the balls," Meg said 
laughing.

"Real grown up," I added with a smirk. "So, am I back in your ski 
trip plans or not?" I asked.

"I guess you were NEVER REALLY out of them. Inviting Jimmy to go 
with me was going to be rape avoidance, for me, all weekend, plus 
if my Mom and Dad ever found out, I would be really screwed. You 
never really thought you weren't going with me, did you?" Meg 
asked.

"Not really. I didn't see how you could pull it off. Why don't 
you put Jimmy on the back burner and lets concentrate on fun this 
weekend. If it's as much fun as last year with your parents, it 
will be great." I said as I got up to start picking up.

Meg got up and hugged me again. "I knew you couldn't be the bitch 
that I hoped would "die a virgin" all Saturday and Sunday. (we 
both laughed) "I'm going to shower and get ready for school. I 
can give you a ride back with me, even though my Mom says "no 
riders" yet. It's only a little ways. You trust me to drive 
right?" 

I told her I did, and she ran up the stairs to shower and dress, 
while I picked up her mess. We both got back to school in time 
for the first period after lunch, and Meg looked OK. If I saw 
Jimmy alone this afternoon, I was going to give him a piece of my 
mind, the little bastard. What he did to my friend was strictly 
rotten and he was going to hear from me.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

I didn't see Jimmy that day or the next. On Wednesday there was 
supposed to be a senior skip, but when it was announced that the 
Bishop would be saying the Thanksgiving Mass in the Gym, there 
was a general announcement that the skip was not authorized and 
anyone who was absent would be disciplined. Usually this kind of 
an infraction meant that quarterly marks would not be mailed, 
they would have to be picked up with a parent present, or some 
other little threat. I figured Jimmy would cancel his skip so I 
had asked Bill to bring me into school 10 minutes early. He knew 
what I wanted to do, so he went along with my plan.

Bill let me off just in front of school before he went to the 
lot. Seniors could park on the street in front of school so I 
knew where to lay in wait for my prey. 
Bill and I would wait until after Mass to say our weekend 
goodbyes. 

I hated not seeing him for 4 days, but last weekend we made up 
for a lot of future lost time. Tuesday night Bill had to rush 
home to get to work after school, so we had a nice long phone 
session after he finally got home from work. A couple times we 
caught each other saying how we missed our little "sessions" from 
last weekend. We had both promised to not be as wild and active 
as we had been last weekend, sexually. 
Unless the time and place presented itself, any sex acts like 
last weekends, were not going to happen. As much as we loved each 
other, we knew the day when we would be alone together was far 
off. 
Great temptations for intercourse, like last weeks, would be 
harder to resist if we were at each other that often. 
The necking, rubbing, touching, and even masturbation, when 
things got real hot, would have to satisfy our urges. Before Bill 
left with his family to Thanksgiving in Vermont, I wanted a nice 
long special goodbye, and I bet he did to.

I had no more gotten out of Bills car when Jimmy drove up. He 
parked his car right behind Benny Smiths car. Benny was one of 
the senior jerks that used to try and date underclass girls "to 
break them in right". He made me sick. My friend Jenny calls him 
Fonzie, because of the way he acts. He really thinks that he can 
get girls, like the TV character did. He was one of the guys that 
Jimmy looked up to.

"Jimmy Beauchamp, I have to talk to you," I called out.

He turned and saw me, and already I knew he wished he hadn't.

"What does SHE want you to tell me, Carree?" He said with a 
sneer.

I got right in his face. I always liked Jimmy. We had been out 
with he and Meg a lot as a couple, so I had no fear of him.

"SHE doesn't have anything to say to you, you lowlife piece of 
shit," I swore to make sure he knew I was pissed. 
"You are so wrapped up in being macho with the bunch of losers 
you hang with that you can't even admit you love her, can you? I 
see all the trinkets and things you buy her. I bet your hoodlum 
friends would be surprised to see the cutesy stuff you buy her. 
Maybe you took her little bear with the diamond in it and gave it 
to your pal Benny. 
On second thought, maybe you didn't. 
I know because, you can't look at that bear without thinking 
about her, can you? You look at it and know it's the only thing 
you have left of her, and you threw her away. 
I always really liked you Jimmy, mainly because I call Meg my 
best friend. Everyone told her she was stupid to date a senior, 
and she stuck with you, despite the trashy reputations of your 
friends. 
She saw the good in you. You will never find a dearer friend than 
you had in her. I also know you took advantage of her, too. 
That's something she can never get back again, Jimmy. It's too 
bad you can't just admit how you feel about her and tell your 
friends to, to, to . . . just FUCK OFF if they don't like it. 
You may not have lost her yet, you asshole, but if you have, it 
serves you right. She can't believe the real Jimmy Beauchamp, 
that she knows, would have given her an ultimatum like THAT. You 
let trash put ideas in your head Jimmy. Wake up!!"

I turned on a heel and walked away. I hadn't quite drawn a crowd, 
but there were many in earshot to know what I had said. I'm sure 
many of them had never, and will never again, hear me use that 
kind of language. I saw what he did to Megan, how devastated she 
was. She was my dearest friend and the thought of her dreams 
going up in smoke like that, for no real reason, rubbed me raw. I 
wasn't sorry for what I said; I just wish the audience were 
smaller. 

When I got to the school door I turned around to see if Jimmy was 
catching up, to give me a piece of his mind, but he was gone. No 
actually, I saw he was back in his car, sitting there looking 
straight ahead. Good, I hope he felt like a heel. 
Good God, how lucky was I to have Bill? It took a while for him 
to wake up, but things really looked good for us, now.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - 

The next couple weeks flew by as I was preparing for the 
Holidays. I didn't really have a lot of shopping to do, but I 
helped my Mom out quite a bit with her shopping if I went to the 
Malls with Bill. Bill and I enjoyed going and watching the 
people. I think we secretly liked watching the happy couples, 
figuring that would be us someday. I helped Bill pick out gifts 
for his Mom and Dad. He had saved some money from his paycheck 
that he was finally getting to see more and more of. 

His parents had been so paranoid that college was out of his 
reach, financially, that he literally saved every cent he earned 
at his uncles hardware store. However, Bills PSAT scores made it 
quite apparent that he would be able to get lots of college 
financial help. 
Bill, finally, was able to allow himself money from each weeks 
check. Between that and the little I could spare from my 
allowance, we always had gas money and usually enough for a movie 
or a chance to go out for pizza with friends. 

Every Friday and Saturday night also allowed us a chance to be 
alone, even if it was at the end of my driveway. We always did a 
lot of necking, cuddling and kissing, with little side trips for 
our hands in each others pants, and, of course, my shirt or 
blouse. We always tried to go home somewhat satisfied, so we 
wouldn't have to jack or jill off alone. If we stopped at 
McDonalds for a quick burger or shake, or went out for a pizza, 
we always loaded up on napkins. Cleaning up after Bill, if I 
masturbated him, or if he did himself, as I watched, always 
needed a lot of clean-up. 

There was an occasion one Friday night, when I had my period, 
when I wanted to give Bill oral sex, but he insisted we wait 
until we could do it together. However, things got hot enough 
that he had his penis out and asked me to sit back and watch him 
get off. As he began to breath heavily, I began to tell him how 
much I would love to taste his cum, and feel his cock pulse in my 
mouth. He kept putting off my advances saying it wasn't fair to 
me. Fair, schmair, I loved him and had the desire!
UN-fairly I used the magic words, "I think it's unfair to me, not 
to let me suck your juice from your cock." I knew he couldn't 
resist. He just dropped his head back and began jerking in 
earnest. 
Once I put my mouth over the head, that was all it took to push 
him over. I really hadn't gotten used to the taste, but more so, 
I enjoyed giving him that special pleasure. It was the fourth 
time he let it go in my mouth. (I was still counting then.) It 
gave me a special thrill that I felt at my very core. Even though 
I had my period and wouldn't want him to touch me, the feeling or 
thrill I got, was reciprocal, although he didn't know it.

The day after that particular Friday I was pretty sure my period 
was done, but on Saturday night it was real cold out and when we 
stopped at the end of my drive the wind seemed to blow right 
through the car and we kept our goodbyes short and sweet. The 
cars heater could barely keep the frost from the windows. If 
there were to be any "getting off", it was to be in fantasy, 
alone in our rooms.

That Sunday morning I was extra hot for Bill, but with this, the 
Sunday before Christmas looming, I was pretty sure we would be 
either shopping or spending time with family, and Sunday night 
was out for a date, as we both needed that night for studies. 

I got home from church with my Mom and Dad about 10:30 and 
resigned myself to a day of helping Mom prepare Sunday dinner and 
studying. Around One o'clock the phone rang and I was happy to 
hear Bills voice.

"How you doing with homework, Carree? . . . All caught up?" he 
asked.

"Assignments to hand in are fine," I said, "but I really need to 
review 2 chapters in Lit, or I'll be in trouble. I had my period 
Thursday and Friday and my head wasn't really in it. Plus, to 
tell you the truth, the thought of seeing you this weekend had me 
distracted. I really missed you this week. When you work every 
day after school I never see you." I lamented.

"It's my uncles busy time, so I can really make some extra dough, 
Care. Things will be back to normal after Christmas. Friday night 
I had a pretty good idea that you a . . .sort of . . . missed 
me," he said.

"Yeah," I blushed, "I did. I got a little carried away, but I 
wanted you to know how much I missed you. I liked it too, you 
know. So, anyway, what's up?"

"My Mom and Dad went shopping today to get some last minute 
things. My Mom just called me and wants me to meet her at Sears. 
She has something to get for my Dad, and he's with her. She wants 
me to meet them, sort of "run into them", and she can pass me the 
receipt so I can pick it up at the dock and bring it home. 
Anyway, as long as I'm going passed your house, I was wondering 
if you wanted to get out for an hour or so?" Bill asked.

"That would be nice Bill!" I said. "We won't eat till 5 or so and 
I just need a couple hours tonight for review. I can be ready in 
5 minutes. This is great! I had figured you shopping and studying 
today, I didn't expect to see you until Monday morning," I said 
to Bill.

"I was going to shop," Bill said, "but my Mom is picking up what 
I needed. I was going to call you to see if you wanted to get out 
for a drive when my Mom called me, so it all works out. I'll be 
by directly. Bye for now hon," he said as he hung up.

I went downstairs and told my parents what we were doing and they 
just asked I be home by 4 o'clock to help with dinner. They were 
doing Christmas Cards, at the last minute, as was their usual. 
So, buried in that mess, they wouldn't really miss me if I took 
off for an hour or so.

I slipped into some jeans and a sweater, found some warm mittens, 
put on my coat and waited to hear Bill come up the drive. I no 
more than perked an ear for him, when he beeped outside. I always 
told him that when it was cold out, not to bother coming up to 
the door. Leave the car warm for both of us and just beep for me. 
My parents understood.

"Hi sugar bun," he greeted me as he jumped out to get my door and 
shut me in. 

He jumped back in his door and gave me a nice kiss. He looked 
extra delicious today. 
Something about Sunday, and the promise of the beginning of a new 
week being nigh, made the day dark and mysterious in some way I 
can't explain. 
If I ever wasn't home on a Sunday by 5 or 6, it was like I was 
missing some right of passage to the new week. 
Sunday nights were for resting, eating and preparing for the 
upcoming week. 
It seemed the whole day was a preparation for the evening, when 
the new week would be laid into schedule, the old week reviewed 
for what it added to the sum of things in general. (I still have 
this take on Sundays, even when I'm "working" in vacation 
resorts.) Seeing Bill while I was in this mood, just made me glad 
he called. There was some sort of unfulfilled promise waiting, it 
seemed.

"My Mom found all this exercise equipment for my Dad at Sears and 
it's on a closeout. He saw it there the other day and lamented 
that he wished he could afford it right now. When it was still 
there today Mom decided to just buy it. She lost Dad for a couple 
minutes and called me to pick it up. I'll have to stow it in my 
room over the garage. He hardly ever goes up there. I just hope 
we can get it in one trip. We just have to casually run into 
them, so Mom can give me the receipt for picking it up at the 
dock. Does that sound like a plan?" Bill explained.

"Sounds good to me. Are you sure he won't go up there?" I asked.

"He hardly ever does. It's just my word processor, TV, a few of 
Mom's antiques up there. Besides, I think it will fit in the 
eaves crawl space." He said.

Everything went as planned. We "happened" to run into the 
Wilson's and Mrs. Wilson wanted to show Bill a sweater or 
something. She took him aside for that and gave him the stuff he 
needed. While Mr. Wilson and I talked, he reached into his wallet 
and gave me a $10 bill and told me to treat Bill and I to an ice 
cream at Friendlys. I think he just felt uncomfortable making 
small talk with me, and this was his way get over his discomfort. 
(Figuring ice cream to be a comfort food?) Bills parents hadn't 
really opened up to me yet. I don't think Bill had told them 
that, number 1, I was NOT going to be a nun, 
and number 2, We were probably going to someday get married. 
At the time they would have laughed at him anyway. 
Bills Dad had a thing he said that irritated Bill to no end. 
It was, 
"Oh, BIG plans for the BIG shot. Don't worry, you'll wake up and 
see it right someday."  
Bill used to think that his father must have had a lot of 
disappointment in his life. He never saw anything possible, until 
it happened.

Bill came back with his Mom and he gave me a little wink as we 
bid adieu to them. They went off about their shopping as Bill 
grabbed my hand and we headed toward the dock area of the store.

"Your Dad gave me a ten spot to treat us to ice cream," I said in 
a childlike voice.

"Oh, leave him alone Care, he was just trying to be nice because 
I know he must have been uncomfortable as hell alone there with 
you" Bill said, hitting the nail right on the head.

"Uncomfortable would have been the word. Your Dad is like 40 and 
acts like 60, how come?" I asked.

"You notice that too, huh? I think he wants to be a sage to me 
and anyone else a day younger than he. He equivocates age with 
knowledge. He wants everyone to walk away with one of his pearls 
of wisdom. He's a great guy, but tries too hard to be like his 
father. 
My Mom gave me something better that 10 bucks to treat you with 
though." he said with a smile.

I stopped as we neared the back door to button my coat and 
prepare for the chill of the outside air. As I pulled on my 
mittens I said to Bill, "Well? What was it she gave you, are you 
going to keep me in suspense?" 

"She gave me until 5 or so," he said as if I knew what he meant.

"Are you Ellery Queen?" I asked trying to figure the mystery.

"I guess I have a one track mind. She gave me until 5 o'clock to 
get this stuff home and hidden away. That's how long she will 
keep him away. They will shop until around 4 and then there is a 
Barbeque pork supper at the Presbyterian Church up the avenue. 
Dad loves Barbeque so they are going there after shopping. It 
starts at four!" he said.

"So?" I said, "I have to be home around four, to help my mom cook 
dinner."

"Earth to Carree! If we get this stuff home and put away, the 
rest of the time we are guaranteed alone until well after four. 
You know, alone, a-l-o-n-e," he said, knowing I NOW knew what he 
meant.

"Bill Wilson, you bad boy. You wouldn't try to take advantage of 
me, would you, she said knowingly," I said.

"Only if we hurry. It's 5 till two, right now. If we get 
everything home in one trip and put away, we should have at least 
an hour. Do we have a date?" he said.

"We can have more than that, if we hurry Bill." I said as I 
grabbed his hand and rushed to the pick up area. 

The pick up area was 20 deep in people; the long line dashed all 
hopes of getting out in a hurry. Bill looked at me and then 
looked at the receipt.

"We're screwed," he said as he got a number from the take-a-tik 
dispenser. "Number 84 and the sign says they are waiting on 63," 
Bill noted. We lost the wind from our sail as we waited.

"69, number 69," the man called. "This person must have left and 
we will have to go back to it." The man drawled. "One last time, 
69?"

Bill folded his arms with the receipts and pick up tags in his 
hand and I saw a yellow ticket stapled right on the front with 
"69" right on it.

"69!" I yelled to the front of the room, "THAT'S US, SORRY!"

Bill didn't understand what I yelled for as I grabbed the 
receipts from his hand and headed up front. 
Bills Mom must have gotten a ticket, somehow, so we wouldn't have 
to wait in line. He followed me as I pulled the ticket from its 
staple and waved it.

"She already got a waiting line ticket! Wow what a Mom!!" Bill 
said as the dockhand gathered our stuff from the long conveyor.

I leaned over to Bill's ear and said, " I like that number, too. 
69," I said as I poked him.

He looked at the number, then at me. He appeared to let it pass 
and then I knew it hit him, what it meant, what I meant.

"God, Carree, how am I supposed to function," he whispered to me.

My only answer was a giggle. Even I didn't know what 69 really 
was. I mean, I know what it was, but NOT WHAT it would be.

Have you ever tried to think logical, when your brain has 
something else it wants to sink its resources into? 
THAT was planning how to load all of this stuff into a Corsica. 
My mind told me to put a rope around it and drag it to Bills 
house and lets have at each other. 
My common sense was trying to override all systems by saying, 
"two trips, you will need until 4 o'clock and being alone with 
Bill for an hour is a fantasy unfulfilled." 

Bill, however somehow, put his penis on hold and was coming up 
with a solution.

"Three -7 foot long boxes, 2 -4 footers, and 3 -24 inch square 
cartons. My Mom bought him a whole damn gym. He'll come home 
instead of playing racquetball, that's her deal," he said.

I raised an eyebrow as if to question.

"They have a racquetball court at his office and he plays 3 times 
a week to get some exercise. He absolutely hates racquetball, and 
the people who use the facilities. But, he knows he needs the 
workout, and it being that handy, he can't pass it up. He HATES 
it. He can come home now. My Mom is so smart."

He turned and looked at the car, and spun again and looked at the 
8 boxes.

"OK, here's the deal," he began. "We fold down the back seat, put 
the 3 long boxes in through the trunk, put the 2 -4 foot boxes 
long ways on top of them right behind our seat to help hold them 
tight. The 3 squares will fit just behind the 2 four's if they go 
in first. We tie around the 3 that hang out the back together and 
then to the loop in the trunk lid and the frame notch underneath. 
If you don't mind freezing on he way back, I think it all fits."

"Bill Wilson, if it works, you are genius, and you can warm me up 
when we get back," I said patting him on the back.

A dockhand came up and offered to help Bill load. Bill told him 
of his plan, and he sort of agreed, making his reservations 
known, and asked Bill to back up to the dock. In five minutes we 
were pulling away from the dock, slowly and cautiously, loaded as 
Bill prescribed.

"Ha, that guy had his doubts, but my genius proved me right," 
Bill shouted raising a fist to the air.

"We're not home yet, Bill. Save it, and don't stop too fast or 
you and I will wear this stuff," I said.

"Not to worry, my sweet," still shouting in his Mighty Mouse 
voice, "My genius will save you!!"

We laughed at being so goofy together and made the slow trip 
through the city, past the semi country of my house and on to the 
rural area where the Wilson's lived. As we got to the turn off to 
his driveway, I warned Bill of scraping bottom crossing the dip, 
but all was well.

As soon as we backed to the side door of the garage and the 
stairs to the study Bill jumped out of the car and quickly ran 
upstairs. I lagged way behind trying to figure his hurry. When I 
got to the top of the stairs he was frantically loading the 
Franklin stove.

"Grab the bellows and hit those coals, I think I can save my fire 
from earlier and get some heat in here, ummm, just in case 
someone wants to remove any clothing."

I looked at him with a big question mark on my face.

"Bellows?" I asked.

"Another antique thing of my Moms, she recovered the lungs on 
them. You know, to blow on the coals and get the fire hot," he 
said as he picked them up and clapped the handles together aiming 
the nozzle at the embers."

"God, I only saw these in 3 Stooges movies," I said as I took 
them and began working them on the desired area. The embers 
seemed to burst into flames with the bark of the first pieces of 
wood Bill had laid in.

"Holy crap," I said. "It's working already, I've got flame!" 

"That's the idea," Bill said. "There's more fires you can start 
in a bit," he said winking.

I smiled and blushed at his reference, saying "Putting them out 
seems to be more fun, although starting them is . . ." I stopped 
as he leaned in and kissed me.

"I think it's started now. Let it be and give me a hand moving 
the stuff up," Bill said as he walked to a trap door on the eaves 
of the roof pitch. The opening was 4 by 3 and everything was 
going to fit in there fine.

Once we got the long boxes into the stairwell Bill took the lower 
end to handle the brunt of fighting the gravity as we slid the 
boxes up. The 3 squares he handled alone, as awkward as they 
seemed. We pushed and cajoled the boxes into the crawl space and 
Bill looked at his watch.

"Two-fifty five! I believe we had a 3 o'clock appointment?" Bill 
said as he curled his arm on his hip inviting me to hook mine in. 
We walked to the slouch couch and sat down side by side. The fire 
was just beginning to warm the room as he put his arm around me. 
I tipped my face to his, saying "We make a good team, huh? I 
would love doing anything with you."

He curled a lip and dropped an eye to a wink. "Anything?" he 
asked.

"Anything", I swooned as I pressed my lips to his. Our hands slid 
inside each other's coats and went to our backs, holding our 
fingers as far apart as possible and pressing our fingertips hard 
along the grooves of our back ribs. We couldn't hold each other 
tighter,  as big as we tried to make our hands. Our tongues 
swashed back and forth over each other as Bill began to push me 
back onto the couch. His weight on my upper body with his fingers 
pressed into my back was comforting and delicious. 

He pulled his lips from mine and said, "Let me go close up the 
car and lock the door downstairs. Get comfy, OK?"

He could have told me to stand on my hands and walk down the 
stairs and I would have, just to get another kiss like that.
He went down the stairs and I took off my coat. The fire had 
definitely taken effect over the room, and Bills fire had taken 
its effect on me. We were going to be totally naked for each 
other for the second time. Anticipation overwhelmed me.

In the car, as we said our goodnights, in the past few weeks 
since our awakening on the weekend before Thanksgiving, we had 
expressed ourselves in different ways. He had gotten me off with 
his fingers in my panties, and I by stroking his penis. Of 
course, there was the time I bent to take his seed into my mouth, 
and then a few times when we sat back and watched each other 
masturbate. That's a little kinky, but a lot of fun. (God, I 
wanted to, some day, do that on a large bed in a room washed in a 
blue light. He on one corner, me on the other corner of the bed)
Although those times were all good, and we reveled in the comfort 
we had with each others genitals, nothing was quite like being 
nude together. Our whole bodies became genitalia then.

Bill was shucking his coat as he came up the stairs. He smiled as 
he looked to me in recline on the antique psychiatrists lounge. 
He came and sat on the edge and leaned and began kissing me 
again. As his lips moved to my neck, he began to tug up on my 
sweater. We parted lips and he looked at me.

"I don't want to feel you though this at all. I want to hold your 
beautiful breasts in my bare hand," he said as he raised my 
sweater over my head as I sat up to accommodate him. As soon as 
it came off my arms I reached down and unsnapped my bra to free 
what he wanted to hold. He planted his lips to mine and I lay 
back again as his hands held and caressed my breasts while 
lightly rubbing over the nipples. They instantly rose to 
attention. Once my nipples were erect, his genteel demeanor 
ceased with them. He pinched, not to hurt me, and twisted them to 
make them more erect and beg for his lips. He sat back and looked 
at them, then into my eyes. He dropped his mouth to them, the 
right, then the left, and then holding them, as close as he 
could, together, tried to touch each with the same lick.

I was running hot in my jeans as he had me on fire in an instant.

"Take off your shirt too," I said. "I want to feel your skin next 
to mine."

He kept one nipple in his mouth as he awkwardly unbuttoned his 
shirt. Once complete, he let my nipple go as he sat up and slid 
off his shirt. I thought that I could save some time and use my 
own actions as a bellows if I unsnapped my jeans. Upon seeing me 
do that, he unsnapped his and I slid mine down my legs as I 
kicked off my shoes. He followed suit as if we were mimicking 
each other in a mirror. We both sat in our underwear and looked 
and smiled at each other. I put my hands underneath my breasts 
and held them out to him as I leaned back onto the lounge. He 
didn't need any more of an invitation.

We kissed, cuddled, smooched, squeezed, rubbed and licked at the 
exposed parts of each other's bodies. He finally reclined me back 
to plant his lips to mine as he brought his full open hand over 
my panties on my pussy. I thought he would never get there. 
Putting the cloth of my underwear to the wetness of my bare 
vagina made the gusset soak through in no time. I was hot and wet 
and ready for some attention. Bill, at the same time, had quite a 
tent going in his pants as I reached for it. I ran the inner palm 
over the top of his penis as if to polish it. He, too, was 
leaking anticipatory fluid. 

"Let me rid you of these," he said as he hooked his fingers in 
the sides of my panty and I lifted my butt to let them slide off. 
He looked at my pussy as if it were the first time. He squinted, 
and blew a short breath out through pursed lips. "Ouuuu, that's 
pretty, all shaved and smooth," he said as he put a hand over my 
vagina and centered his middle finger in the groove and stroked 
upwards over my clit over my belly and all the way up to my chin. 
He held my chin in his fingers as he kissed me and then waved his 
tongue over my lips and then retraced the path his fingers had 
just taken all the way down to my pussy. He licked along the 
groove and used two fingers to part the lips and let my clit pop 
out. His tongue hit that spot and I was on the roller coaster in 
an instant. I hadn't expected him to get so deeply, so fast, into 
licking me, but I had no time to protest. My body caught up real 
fast and I was pushing my mons to his mouth hoping he could 
devour me. His tongue had my first orgasm in line waving it's 
little hand waiting to be picked, and pick it he did. I was just 
about to move to get his cock in my hand when I got lost in my 
orgasm. I was already trying to find the top of the ladder to 
jump from. My orgasm came quick and hard. I moaned and squealed 
and was already trying to squirm away from his advances, it hurt 
so good.

"Wait, wait, Bill," I cried. "Remember the ticket, the 69, lets 
try that. I want you too," I whined.

He gave up my clit and sat back and motioned me to get up. I did 
and he lay back while removing his undies. He put his hands to 
each side of himself and said, "Put your knees here." I did as he 
said, but I guess I didn't understand. "No, turnaround, 69," he 
said.
I saw right away why he should be on the bottom with his head up 
on the incline, my ass and vagina were right in his face. He was 
slowly kissing around my butt cheeks and thighs. I knew he would 
work his way to my pussy and I was anticipating it, when I looked 
down at what he had for me. He was fully retracted, erect and 
shiny, quite ready for a kiss and a suck. I didn't need an 
invitation to drop my mouth over the head and wipe it clean. His 
kiss turned into a tongue dart in my pussy. Between his saliva 
and my own lube, his tongue shot like a finger between my lips. 
Although I was not able to get much of Bill that deep in my 
mouth, I began to bob in rhythm to his licks on me. With just one 
other real session of sex before, we were doing quite well and 
confidently with ourselves.

"Soixante-neuf"(fr), or "69", was probably the first sex act I 
heard of where I had real wonderment, instead of disgust. By the 
time I had heard of it I knew that giving and receiving oral sex 
was supposed to be pleasurable. Of course the first time you hear 
of oral sex you are thinking of those private places being from 
where you excrete waste, and the thought of putting your mouth 
there is repugnant, and all of those who do so must be perverts. 
But, the thought of you both doing it to each other, at the same 
time, was somewhat like actual intercourse. 
i.e.: Both of you feeling the same sensations simultaneously.
 
It did not take long at experiencing the act to get the hang of 
it. I remember reading that sometimes you could feel you were not 
able to concentrate on your partner, because you were enjoying 
his or her ministrations on you too much. But, one of the woman's 
information books I read said that was overcome when you both got 
into the same cadence. Then, you were to imagine you were licking 
or tonguing yourself. It seemed a far fetch at the time, but now 
that information was serving my pleasure, quite richly, I might 
add.

We had gotten deeply into the real sex of our liaison without 
much real foreplay today. I should say real physical foreplay. I 
think every moment we were together today was foreplay. Last 
night we both had looked forward to the end of my period so we 
could fulfill the promise of Friday night. Bill did get off and I 
did get to participate, but a nice shrieking orgasm was due me to 
feel fulfilled. Bills magic fingers never let me down.

After quite a few minutes of co-opted pleasure, the meter of our 
mouths began to change as we were each reaching orgasm. I didn't 
see how we could cum together, and apparently, neither did Bill. 
He moved his tongue from around my clit to my vulva and lips, 
sucking and lightly chewing them. I took this as a lead to 
proceed and finish him. 

I had been using my hand lightly to stroke him with my bobbing, 
because I knew I couldn't go that deep. I wanted to give him as 
much pleasure s possible. With the pre-cum I now tasted, I 
apparently had done pretty well. I began to grip him a little 
tighter and lengthen my stroke while I shortened the bob of my 
mouth. I used my tongue more around the head to give him more 
sensations. 
The few other previous times I had got him off with my mouth, he 
was quite loud and verbose as he approached and finally came. 
Today, with his mouth in my crotch, that was not the case, not 
wanting to give up what he was doing to announce his orgasm. His 
exhale became quite pronounced through his nose as he neared 
orgasm. I was preparing to catch all of his liquid love and 
timing my swallows so that I wouldn't choke. 

Suddenly he moved his head away from my pussy and I thought he 
would shout out, but he just moved his tongue from my vagina to 
my little butt-hole. He drilled it hard and I was just about to 
worry if I was clean back there when he pulled my hips to his 
face and buried his head to my ass crease and tried to put his 
tongue up my butt. In that same second, he shot the first of 3 or 
4 bursts of pre-cum and cum into my mouth. I was quite prepared 
to accept and swallow them, even with his tongue trying to go up 
my rear. It did feel fantastic, yet strange to have his tongue 
there, even though he had done that before, but I was truly 
enthralled in making his orgasm as complete as possible.

He was through "shooting" in to my mouth but there was still 
steady ooze emitting as he continued to tongue my anus and have 
long nasal exhales. I was letting this collect in my mouth 
because I knew the swallowing action, over the now super 
sensitive head of his penis, would send him recoiling from my 
mouth. I wanted one more swallow as I lolled my tongue gently 
back and forth over the little slit at the top of his pretty 
penis. Finally, I was satisfied that I had gotten all of his 
ejaculation either in my belly or in my mouth. I swallowed and 
sucked hard one more time to clear my mouth of it. As expected, 
he violently recoiled for my mouth as he gripped my hips tightly 
with his hands.

I let his cock rest to the side of my cheek, as he could no 
longer stand it to be in the torture chamber of my mouth. What 
gave him so much pleasure just seconds ago would make him crazy 
right now. As he moved his tongue from my butt-hole back to my 
vagina, and especially my clit, I began to tongue to crease 
beside his balls, occasionally nipping at them with my tongue. If 
I didn't know his body before, after today, I would.

He used his fingers to pull apart my pussy and show my erect 
clitoris to his tongue. He flicked it with earnest and would then 
cover it with his mouth sucking at it. I was crazy with delight 
and sensation of my impending orgasm. In this position, on this 
couch, he was free to move his hands and fingers about me with 
out losing me. He was inclined to the point where I was being 
"served" to him. My clit as totally exposed and he needn't hold 
me open any longer to swathe it with his tongue. He pushed one 
finger into me, seemingly behind my clit, and I knew he was going 
for my G-spot. With his other hand he put his thumb over my 
asshole and was rubbing it backed forth. Not trying to put it in, 
I don't know how I would have handled that, then, but just 
gliding over it. I was in ecstasy. 

I knew he was going to my G-spot with his finger. I didn't know 
that much about it and what made it do what it did, but I 
definitely know I leak a milky fluid, heavily, when I orgasm from 
there. If I got into the rhythm of it, I knew I could spurt or 
shoot the fluid. One thing I did know for sure, I was going to 
cum, and real soon.

My first waves of spasm were hitting when I felt a hard jolt 
coming from deep within me. I tried to keep my mouth busy with 
licking and sucking on and around his sack, but I feared hurting 
him and I raised my head to announce my orgasm.

"Urghh urghhh urghh, arghhhhh", I could barely stand the pressure 
and pleasure that was surfacing as his tongue and finger worked 
in unison. I held back my climax, that seemed the size of a 
softball, to make a bigger wave of orgasm, but then I had to let 
it go. When I did there was a gush of fluid that must have hit 
Bill in the face, and before I could move away, a second hit and 
splashed out.

"Your finger! Move your finger, Bill," I shouted to stop the G-
spot reflexes. "I can't stand anymore and I want to feel your 
tongue," I commanded.

I don't think I ever before, and rarely ever since, said anything 
that could be made out to be words during an orgasm. 
But, on that day, I did, and Bill heeded my urgent request. He 
took his finger from my pussy and just concentrated on my clit 
with his tongue and wave after wave or orgasm came over me from 
deep inside me as well as right from my clit. 
To try to put in words, the vocal emissions I made, would be 
fruitless, as spelling such things would be impossible. But with 
my being already shaken by my G-spot O's, these deep seated 
orgasms sought to satisfy a few weeks of longing. 
I ground the bald palate of my sexy meal to Bills face with an 
abandon I never knew up until that point. Every muscle in my body 
turned hard as I tried to meld my clit with his tongue.

Then, I could no longer stand it for one split of a second. I 
fell forward to my shoulders between Bill legs with my hands 
gripping my breasts expelling a long loud "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

We lay like that motionless for a few minutes. I realized his 
thumb was still on my asshole and had actually sunk in just to 
the pad of his thumb. Not really in, but definitely not out. 
Definitely not pushed in, but just accepted by my body. Perhaps 
this was the meld I had sought a moment ago. 

The first movement for either of us was Bill removing that digit 
from my tight dimple. With it removed I rolled to my side curled 
between his legs.

"Waiting for the right time (for this, or any kind of sex) has 
it's merits, I would say," I said with a little chuckle.

"Mmmmm, do you really think that, or are you just saying it," 
Bill said facetiously as he sat up and laid himself over me. 

We hugged and cuddled when I realized that the time must be late. 
I twisted to see the clock on the wall, five after four.

"Let me up. I better call my Mom and tell her I'll be a few 
minutes late," I said.
 
Bill held up one finger to me and reached out and walked a step 
on his hands to the TV stand and grabbed the cordless phone. I 
laid back and dialed my number.

"Hi Mom, I'm going to be a few minutes late. We were doing an 
errand for Bills Mom and we got held up. I'll be home by 20 
minutes after or so. Anything else you need for dinner, as long 
as I'm out? . . . OK, I'll see you soon."

I handed Bill back the phone and he put it on the floor and I 
slumped back down to the couch. As he twisted back up to the 
couch his mid section was right in front of me. His beautiful 
soft uncircumcised penis was right in front of my face. I took 
two fingers to pull back the foreskin and gave the head two long 
deep sucks. A drop of semen escaped and went to my tongue.

"Sorry, couldn't help that honey. I love you and I love your 
penis. We don't spend that much time nude. I couldn't help it," I 
apologized.

"No apology necessary baby," he said as he planted big kisses on 
my butt cheeks as he got up.

"Uggg, we gotta get you home! I barely feel like moving," Bill 
said as he helped me up. We stood nude and hugged each other, 
both grabbing each other's ass. We kissed deeply, and we each 
tasted each others sex on our mouths.

"Let's get dressed. We have to stop at the Pik'n'Pay to get half 
and half, and some heavy cream. Mom thawed her last pumpkin pie 
from Thanksgiving and my Dad won't eat it without whipped cream," 
I said.

My panties felt cool from being damp from my juices earlier as 
they hit my pussy, or maybe my pussy was still that hot. Either 
way, it made me a little thrill each time I shifted to get into 
my jeans. I looked at Bill as he was stuffing his penis into his 
pants. I think my last little taste of him may have inflated the 
issue. I was glad we felt so comfortable together. I really loved 
this man.

We stopped and bought my Moms last minute dinner things and were 
in my driveway by almost 4:30. It was a short goodbye, but a nice 
one. I just laid my head back and let him kiss my super contented 
face.

"I love you," we said in unison as we laughed at our bon mot.

"I'll see you in the morning," he whispered as I scooted over to 
get out of the car.

"I count the days when we can say "good night", from a pillow, 
forever," I said.

"Me too," he said scrunching up his nose. 

I dashed through the cold to the warmth of my house and gave my 
Mom the bag with her stuff in it.

"Sorry I'm late, but we had an errand for Bills Mom," I said. As 
I sat down to arrange the salads in the bowls I explained what we 
had to do for the Wilson's. 
Ever being kinky, I wondered if Mom could smell the sex on me, 
the spurt I shot all over myself, or the semen Bill shot into my 
mouth. I let these thoughts pass as I finally went upstairs to 
hang my coat and change for dinner. I put on my pajamas and robe 
to prepare for dinner and a night of studying 2 chapters of 
English Lit. I hoped I could keep my mind on things for school.


It was 9:30 when the phone rang and I had just finished all the 
review I could stand. If I didn't get a good mark, it wasn't 
because I didn't study. 
It was Megan Parker on the phone and as soon as I heard her 
voice, I thought to myself:
"Oh No, not another pity party over Jimmy Beauchamp. Come ON, 
it's been over 3 weeks."
But, she didn't have the whiney cry in her voice that I had 
become accustomed too.

"You'll never guess who called me today, Care. My Jimmy!" Meg 
said.

"He came crawling back, Carree, really! He realized what a jerk 
he was and how much he cared for me." She went on.

I interrupted her, "Are you sure this wasn't a ploy to get you in 
bed again?" I asked.

"No, really. He was a regular repentant puppy. I guess one of his 
jerk-o friends fixed him up with a girl from City Central and 
they were all supposed to go to the old water works guard shack 
on Saturday. There's a fireplace in there and I guess they put 
plywood over the windows and they party there. He told me, point 
blank, that this chick was going to screw him, she was all over 
him promising him a blowjob, with his friends cheering him on and 
everything. 
HE realized what an asshole situation it was because he still 
cared so much for me, and he walked out. He said they made him 
walk back alone and they called him gay and chickenshit, you know 
all that macho animal guy crap," she told me.

"Megan, are you sure? This sounds like a story to me," I said.

"I thought so too and I told him I was driving up there. He said 
he would only let me drive up alone so he followed me in his car. 
Sure enough, when I got there, Benny Smiths car was there, as 
well as some of the others. When Jimmy pulled up a couple of them 
came out and hollered at him, calling names. They were all 
drinking beer and there were at least 3 girls I didn't know 
there. I turned around and left as soon as I got there. Jimmy was 
right behind me. I believe him. He came over with all my stuff 
this afternoon and we talked and worked things out. I'm telling 
you that I think he's for real. He was my Jimmy this afternoon," 
Meg bubbled.

"Was there an apology with all of this Megan? Does he know how 
much he hurt you?" I asked.

"Yes, he apologized over and over, plus he said he would 
apologize to you too. He told me that you kicked his ass for me. 
Ripped him up on side and down the other. IS that true?" she 
asked.

"It is true, Meg. I was pissed at him for hurting you. It was all 
because he wanted to be an asshole. How about the sex stuff? Is 
that worked out?" I asked.

There was a long pause on the line and she hesitated before she 
answered. "Yes, I think we are fine with everything," she 
answered.

I blew up, "Megan you didn't spread your legs for him again did 
you? Did he come back on your terms or his, you jerk!!"

"No, No, Carree, I'm not a jerk. Honest. We did other things to 
make love. Just let me say there was none of the old stuff. Don't 
embarrass me Care. Use your imagination," she said.

"OK, OK, Meg, I don't need to know or, do I want to pry. I just 
wanted to know you didn't end up in bed with him, give into him 
to get him back," I chided her.

"No, everything was great. He understands how I feel. He knows 
about my worries about him going away to college, the whole 
thing. He's afraid he might need another half year next year 
anyway to get all his credits. He's done poorly in English and 
Physics labs, and doesn't think he can hack summer school, with 
his job. He's all screwed up right now. All I know is that he is 
committed to me and he is excited about us. Carree, I really am 
so sure about him. I knew he had to come back to me. Umm, tell 
me, did you really call him a "lowlife piece of shit" or did he 
embellish"? Meg asked.

"Geez, I think I really did. I was still upset over how hurt you 
were and what a mess you were that Monday," I said.

"Why, do I need to apologize to him for that?" I asked.

"No, he said that was the thing that stuck with him the most. He 
always really liked you, and you hardly ever swore at all. 
Hearing that come from you gnawed at him all the time," Meg said.

"Well Meg, you be careful, don't wear your heart on your sleeve 
too much. Make sure he's sincere and he's not goofing on you." I 
said.

"Carree, don't tell anyone, but he cried like a baby. He was 
totally repentant. He knew he was wrong, and he knows what jerks 
his friends were." She said.

"Look, its 9:45 and I really have to get to bed. It was an 
eventful day for Bill and I too. I am bushed. We can talk in the 
morning, OK?" I said as I wished my goodbyes and good lucks to 
Meg. If my little confrontation with Jimmy had done any good, I 
was happy.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next thing I 
knew my Mom was waking me for school.

"Carree, come on. Bill will be here in 45 minutes and your Dad 
just got out of the shower. You better get going." My mom said as 
she busied herself picking up my dirty clothesbasket from the 
corner for Mondays wash.

I was wiping the cobwebs from my head as Mom made small talk 
while gathering wash. "The radio says that a boy from St Pius is 
in bad shape, grave, according to the hospital, after a car 
accident last night. No seat belt, he was thrown and then run 
over by his own car. Boys name was Beechum or something"

The name didn't strike me at first until she carried on. "Yes, 
Jimmy Beechum."

"Not JIMMY BEAUCHAMP," I said.

"Yes, that was it. Jimmy Beauchamp. Why do you know him?" Mom 
asked.

My eyes filled with tears thinking about Megan and how happy she 
was last night for she and her Jimmy. Now this. I had to be sure. 
I went to go to call Megan and the phone rang. It was Megan and 
she was hysterical. She had heard it on the radio and called the 
hospital and somehow got Jimmys brother. Jimmy had his legs 
crushed and other major organs mashed up as well as a head 
trauma. It appeared that he lost control of the car and went off 
the road and was thrown out. Then the car hit him. He might have 
lain out there for a little while before anyone found him. It was 
so cold that the temps may have saved him from bleeding out and 
dying right there. He was not in good shape, and was definitely 
not stable at all. The next 24 hours were going to be very 
critical. They might have to amputate his legs to save his life.

Meg was home alone when she got the news. Her Mom was taking her 
Dad to the airport his morning. She was hysterical. I told her to 
sit and be still and I was on my way over. As soon as I hung up I 
called and caught Heidi Stewart and had her go right over to 
comfort Meg. I told her she might want to call a doctor or bring 
Meg to the Hospital so she could be treated. She was in a bad 
condition, maybe shock, and needed to be sedated.

I no more than hung up the phone and Bills Mom called. She said 
that Bill was on his way to get me to bring me to Megs. He had 
heard the news and tried to call me, but the phone was busy. He 
figured I had heard and knew how close Meg and I were. I no more 
than hung up with Mrs. Wilson and Bill drove up. He ran to the 
door and my Mom let him in. I just redialed Megs house and Heidi 
answered. She was going to bring Meg to the hospital where Jimmy 
was to have her looked at, and hopefully sedated. She agreed that 
Meg was over the deep end. I told her that we would meet her at 
the hospital ASAP.

What a mess today was already. Christmas was in 2 days and a 
joyous time was to be had, and now this. I remember asking what I 
would do if anything ever happened to Bill. Little did I know 
what the future held for me.

At the hospital Bill and I met Heidi and Meg. Megan was stupefied 
by the time she got there. She was confused over the events of 
the last 24 hours now. She was in a shock. Within a half hour Meg 
was sedated, as was Jimmy's Mother. We all sat vigil with Jimmy's 
Dad, brother and sister. Doctors and nurses who came out of ER 
and surgery gave us little hope. A decision would have to be made 
on his legs soon. Amputation might save his body from the shock 
that it was going through because of his severe leg injury. His 
chance of walking looked to be 50-50 at best, and his kidneys and 
liver were going to need whatever strength his body could muster 
for recovery.
They canvassed all of us for blood. Jimmys brother, Bill, Heidi 
and I all gave. Heidi called the school and asked for more donors 
when they made announcements. She thought they were going to let 
classes out at noon and have a prayer vigil. I was panicked 
altogether by the whole situation and could only imagine what 
Jimmy, his family and Megan were going through. By 11 o'clock or 
so Megan was able to be up and they put her in a wheelchair and 
brought her down to the waiting room. She was sorting things out 
better now and beginning to accept things.

The Cathedral Tower was striking noon downtown next to the 
Hospital when an important looking doctor came out and summoned 
the family. I thought his was going to be real bad news, but I 
saw the eyes of Jimmy's brother brighten and he let out a deep 
breath. It might be good news.
The family came over to brief us. The renal shutdown of Jimmy's 
body had subsided and it appeared that his kidneys were 
functioning, and what he had left of a liver was going to work. 
There was no spinal damage, and the head trauma was definitely 
helped by the immediate cold temperatures. The build up of fluid 
around his skull appeared to be outside the brain as that fluid 
build up was responding to treatment. His legs were another 
story. In another time, say 5 or 10 years ago, he would have lost 
them without question. A micro surgeon was on his way from Boston 
as they spoke and it was felt he may be able to reconstruct some 
of the big bone structure and muscle tissue.
All of this talk meant little to me, as I didn't then understand 
about the functions of liver and kidneys. I only knew that if his 
heart or brain were severely damaged, he was in deep trouble. An 
intern came over and began to tell all of us about the 
possibility of his recovery, what the kidney and liver problems 
could have meant, and maybe might still mean. The big thing was, 
at the moment, Jimmy Beauchamp was out of the weeds for now. He 
had a lot of bad days ahead of him, and he had few severe hurdles 
to cross to insure a life of any kind. But, right now, he was 
stable and breathing on his own. His critical bodily functions 
were working and he was NOT in a coma. He was, however being kept 
under.

The accident somewhat ruined the Holidays for many of us who knew 
Megan and Jimmy. We were all thankful that he had made it this 
far and we knew there would be many more Christmas's, but only 
one Jimmy. 
We all made it through this with many lessons learned and 
blessings taken to the bank of the heart. Jimmy's recovery would 
be long and very tough on him physically, and on he and Megan as 
a couple. But they survived; Megan had been right about Jimmy all 
along. Thank God she believed in them and was able to draw from 
the strength of their relationship when things got bad.

Jimmy never graduated from High School until Megan, Bill and I 
did. His rehab was a long hard tough road that took a lot of love 
from his family, and Megan to get him through it all. Plus, he 
had prayers, lots and lots of prayers. 


Carree 
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