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Subject: story RP - author : Annie Mooz - Freshman Confidential 1 - fresh1.txt
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Date: Thu, 04 Sep 1997 15:26:59 -0700
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The following story contains an account of several romantic
encounters between teenagers. There is no violence, incest, rape,
or torture involved, just descriptions of young people indulging
their healthy curiosity about the opposite sex. If this is likely
to offend you, please stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy.



                      FRESHMAN CONFIDENTIAL


 The minute hand of the clock on the classroom wall completed one
last agonizing circuit and reached zero. The bell rang, and
immediately twenty-five high school freshmen jumped out of their
seats. At the front of the class the English teacher called out
"All right, class, remember, I want Chapters Two and Three read by
tomorrow. There's going to be a quiz, so neglect them at your
peril." There was a general groan, and the students began filing
out of the room. Among them was Keith O'Donnell, a tall, slender
thirteen year old who was one of the best students in the class. He
was also the co-captain of the freshman soccer team, which meant
his next stop was the boy's locker room in the gym. He had only
gone a few steps, however, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He
turned and found himself facing Allison Whitmore, the older sister
of his best friend, Danny. Keith felt his heart begin to race, as
it did whenever he saw Allison. She was a sixteen year old junior,
with an attractive face framed by long, dark blonde hair, and a
slim but distinctly feminine build. Allison had seduced Keith on
his birthday the previous summer, while his older sister Josey had
done the same to Danny. He and Allison had engaged in intercourse
several times since, and Keith secretly thought of her as his
girlfriend, although their relationship was a closely guarded
secret. Now Allison pulled him aside into an empty classroom and
said "Hi, Keith."
  "Hi," he answered, wishing he could kiss Allison, or otherwise
show her some affection, even though he knew they couldn't touch
each other in school. Allison smiled at him and said "Are you on
your way to practice?" When he nodded she went on "I won't keep
you, then. I have some bad news, though. Saturday night is off."
  "It is?" Keith said, plainly disappointed. "How come?"
  "Because my folks decided not to go out of town, so Danny and I
won't have to sleep over at your place." She saw Keith's forlorn
expression, and sighed. "I know, babe," she said. "I was looking
forward to it, too. Especially after last Saturday. But there's
nothing we can do about it, I'm afraid. But listen, maybe we can
meet at your house after school sometime this week. Okay?"
  "Okay," Keith said slowly. He shrugged. "It won't be as good,
though."
  "Oh, I'll make sure it's good enough," Allison said, chuckling.
She reached down and gently rubbed Keith's crotch. "You won't be
disappointed." She smiled again as she felt Keith's little cock
begin to stir. "Okay, go to practice. But you better lose that
erection before you take your clothes off, okay? Save it for me."
She blew a kiss at him and slipped out the door into the corridor.
Keith waited a moment, then followed. He began walking slowly
toward the gym, remembering what had happened the previous Saturday
night . . .
  Allison and Danny had come over to his and Josey's house shortly
after dinner, to sleep over. His mother, who was a nurse, had gone
to bed shortly after nine o'clock, since she had to be up at five
the next morning to go to work. The four of them had been left
alone in the basement, which was finished into a family room.
Allison turned out most of the lights, after which Josey produced
an x-rated video tape of couples having sex in many different and
exotic ways. Keith and Allison took the sofa, while Danny and Josey
cuddled up on a blanket in front of the television. Josey wasted no
time in unzipping Danny's pants and taking out his stiff little
dick, then wrapping her lips around it, while Allison began undoing
the buttons on Keith's shirt. In just a matter of minutes he and
Allison were both naked. Allison let her tongue work down from his
navel to his crotch, where she took his four inches of boyish
erection into her waiting mouth. She worked her tongue gently
around it for several minutes, until she heard him gasp. Then she
lay back and pulled him down on top of her. Keith knelt between her
legs and was about to slide his throbbing pecker into her pussy
when he looked over and saw Danny on top of his sister, already
thrusting in and out of her hole. The sight of Danny's pale white
behind rising and falling in rhythm with Josey aroused Keith even
more. He plunged into Allison and began screwing her with an energy
that must have surprised her. Soon she began moaning deeply, and in
just a few moments she clamped her legs around him and held him
inside of her while she climaxed. Keith groaned loudly and began to
shoot his load just as he heard Danny cry out, followed by a squeal
of pleasure from his sister, and he knew that they, too, had
reached their orgasms. The two young couples had remained together
like that for many minutes, silent but for their deep breaths,
until Josey said "Uh, maybe we'd better go up to our rooms."
  "Yeah," said Allison. "We sure wouldn't want your Mom to catch us
like this."
  The four of them gathered up their clothes and went quietly up
the stairs. Josey tiptoed down the hall, leading Danny to her room,
while Allison and Keith slipped into his. For the next hour he and
Allison had made love very quietly, so as not to awaken his mother,
who was asleep next door. Keith discovered that he liked doing it
slowly, allowing Allison to bring him close to orgasm several times
and then stopping, before he finally fired another stream of semen
inside her, while she quietly murmured "Oh, yes, Keith," in his
ear. Keith fell asleep then, awakening only when he heard Allison
whisper "Good night, Stud," in his ear.
  "Where are you going?" he asked.
  "To Josey's room. In case your Mom decides to check on us before
she goes to work." She kissed him and went silently out the door.
A few moments later Danny appeared, carrying his clothes. Keith
glimpsed his friend's dick shining wetly in the glow of the
streetlight outside the window, and he guessed that Danny and Josey
had just finished screwing when Allison arrived. Danny dropped his
clothes on the floor and climbed into bed next to Keith. Then he
made a face.
  "Yuck," he said. "A wet spot."
  "Oh. Sorry." Then Keith grinned. "I bet you left one for Allie."
  "Boy, did I." Danny chuckled. Then he lowered his voice to a
whisper. "Josey did something really weird, right when I was about
to come off."
  "What?" Keith whispered back.
  "She stuck her finger in my butt."
  "She what?" Keith exclaimed.
  "She put her finger in my asshole."
  "Why?"
  "To make it feel even better." Danny smiled broadly. "And it
worked, too. I thought I was going to explode, I came so hard."
  "Really?" Keith leaned up on one elbow and stared at his friend.
"It worked?"
  "Yup. Josey said it presses against my prostrate, or something."
  "Prostate," said Keith, remembering his biology. "It's where the
jism comes from."
  "Yeah, that's it." Danny sighed deeply. "It is really incredible,
Keith. You should make Allie do it to you."
  "I don't think so," Keith said. He lay back down and shook his
head. "It sounds gross."
  "It isn't really," said Danny. "Josey said we could even do it to
ourselves, while we were jerking off."
  "No way," said Keith. "I could never put my finger in my own
butt."
  "Sure you could," said Danny. "Or you could if you knew how good
it felt when you shot off." He yawned deeply. "It really makes you
tired, though." He rolled over onto his side. "Good night."



From velvet@znet.com Thu Sep 04 18:27:16 1997
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Subject: story RP - author : Annie Mooz - Freshman Confidential 2 - fresh2.txt
From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com>
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 1997 15:27:16 -0700
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  "Uh, good night," Keith answered. Soon Danny was snoring softly
by his side, but Keith had lain there for some time, imagining
Allison doing to him what Josey had done to Danny. The thought kept
him awake, and finally his hand strayed to his pecker, as it often
did when sleep eluded him. After a few moments he felt his index
finger start to work its way down past his scrotum. He stopped for
a second, then sighed, and let it touch his anus. Gently he started to
work it in, feeling his sphincter muscle tighten around the intruder. To
his surprise he felt his dick start to get hard; he began pushing harder,
getting
in to the second knuckle, when suddenly Danny stirred next to him. Keith
quickly pulled the finger out, not wanting his friend to catch him in the
act.
Danny rolled over and fell back asleep, but Keith was too embarrassed to
try it
again. Still, the entire matter had remained in the back of his mind ever
since, and now, as he neared the gym, he had to admit to himself that
he halfway hoped Allison would try it with her finger the next time they
were
together. The thought started to give him an erection, and he had to stop
for a moment and think about dividing fractions to make it go away. It was
while he was doing this that he heard a voice call out "Hey, Keith!" He
turned, and saw his friend Timmy Garrison approaching.
  "Uh,  hi, Timmy," he answered. Timmy Garrison was in several of Keith's
classes. He was only twelve, having been skipped ahead a year in grammar
school. He was three inches shorter than Keith,  and fifteen pounds
lighter,  with sandy brown hair and bright green eyes.  Timmy's parents,
like
Keith's,  were divorced. Timmy lived with his Mom, and, being shy, hadn't
yet made many friends in school. But there was something about the smaller
boy that Keith had taken a liking to; at his suggestion Timmy had gone out
for
the soccer team, and made it to the second squad, although the coach
didn't let
him play much. Sometimes Keith would show him a few things when the two
teams practiced together, and Timmy always seemed grateful for the
attention.
Keith smiled at Timmy and said "Are you going to practice?"
  "No," Timmy answered. "We don't have practice today. Coach Roberts isn't
 here, and Coach Kramer said he didn't have time to watch us."
  'Oh. That's too bad," Keith said. Coach Kramer coached the first team,
and
 both Keith and Danny were his favorites.
  "Yeah," said Timmy. "But I'm glad I found you. I was wondering when we
can
start working on our social studies project."
  "Oh, yeah," said Keith. He and Timmy had been assigned to do a report on
Chinese medicine together, and it was due in two weeks. He thought for a
moment, then said "Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon, around
five?
 We can work until my Mom gets home, and then you can stay for dinner."
  "Yeah, that would be neat," said Timmy. He smiled at Keith
gratefully. "I like coming to your house. Your mom and sister are
always nice to me." Then he added shyly "So are you."
  "Yeah, well, it's no big deal," said Keith. But Timmy looked at
him, his face serious.
  "I think it is," he said. "I like having you for a friend. And
you're still going to sleep over at my house some night, aren't
you?"
  "Sure, some night," said Keith, remembering the promise he had
made to Timmy the week before. "Uh, maybe Saturday."
  "Great! I'll tell my Mom." Timmy beamed at Keith, until the
larger boy grew embarrassed.
  "Well, I'd better get going, or I'll be late," he said.
   "Okay. See you tomorrow."
  "Yeah. 'Bye."
  Keith continued on to the boy's locker room, thinking to himself that
Timmy
 was a nice kid, but more than a little weird. But he put the thought from
his mind as soon as he reached his locker. When he had changed
into his uniform he ran out through the gym doors onto the playing field
behind the school.Danny was already there, organizing a passing drill with
some other members of the team. Keith joined them, and for the next hour
theyled the team through a spirited practice, under the watchful eye of
Coach Kramer. At one point Keith stopped to catch his breath and
noticed the freshman cheerleading squad, practicing on the
sidelines of the soccer field. One of the cheerleaders caught his
eye and waved. Keith waved back, then smiled to himself. Janie
Greer was new in school that fall, her father having been
transferred to town from Texas the previous summer. They had bought
a house across from the O'Donnells, and Janie and Keith had quickly
become friends. Janie was almost as tall as he was, and slender,
with long blonde hair, pale skin and a pretty smile. Keith had more
than once caught himself thinking about that smile, and what it
might be like to have Janie as a girlfriend. But it had remained an
idle fantasy; Janie wasn't allowed to date, and her parents kept
close tabs on her whereabouts at all times. But sometimes when he
talked with her, Keith thought he sensed something happening
between them, although he wasn't quite sure what. He shrugged and
turned back to the field, hoping Coach Kramer hadn't noticed his
absence from the drill they were running. It was another half-hour
before the coach finally blew his whistle and ordered them to the
showers, by which time Keith had worked up a good sweat in the
still-warm September air. He started walking slowly toward the gym;
in a moment he heard footsteps coming from behind, and then Danny
was beside him, his uniform also drenched in sweat. He patted Keith
on the back and said "Hey, good practice, huh?"
  "Yeah, pretty good," said Keith. "We should be ready for the
first game."
  "Sure, we'll be ready." Danny lowered his voice. "Did you see
Allison?"
  "Uh huh. Just before practice." Keith also lowered his voice.
"She told me the bad news."
  "Yeah, that's a bummer," said Danny. "I was really looking
forward to it. Josey promised to put her finger in my butt again."
Danny looked at Keith seriously. "You have to try that with Allie,"
he said. "It's incredible. I even did it to myself last night,
while I was jerking off. I shot so much spunk I had to change
the sheets."
  "Jeez, Danny," said Keith, flushing. "Don't talk about stuff like
that in school, okay? Somebody might hear." He glanced around, to
see if anyone was within earshot. Then he frowned. Most of the
cheerleaders had already gone inside the gym, but Janie Greer was
still on the field, talking to a boy wearing a football uniform and
carrying his helmet under his arm. Keith turned to Danny and said
"Isn't that Justin Merullo over there?"
  "Yeah," said Danny, glancing in that direction. "Why?"
  "He's talking to Janie Greer."
  "So?" Danny shrugged. "He's the quarterback. She's probably
asking him out on a date. All the cheerleaders want to go out with
the quarterback." Then he looked at Keith narrowly. "What's the
matter? You sound like you're jealous, or something."
  "I'm not jealous," Keith lied. "I just, well, I don't want Janie
hanging around with him. He's not a nice guy. He might try and, you
know, do something to her."
  "Yeah, he might," Danny agreed. "I heard he's done it with a lot
of the cheerleaders."



From velvet@znet.com Thu Sep 04 18:27:32 1997
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Subject: story RP - author : Annie Mooz - Freshman Confidential 3 - fresh3.txt
From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com>
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 1997 15:27:32 -0700
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  Keith didn't answer; they walked the rest of the way to the gym
in silence, although Keith turned back twice to stare at Justin and
Janie, who were still talking. By the time he and Danny arrived in
the locker room the rest of the team was either already in the
shower or finished and getting dressed. Keith took his time
removing his uniform, all the while regarding Danny, who was doing
the same a few lockers away. Danny's skin was very pale, and
covered with freckles, even under his arms. Danny unsnapped his
protective cup and pulled down his supporter, and Keith noticed for
the first time the tufts of red fuzz that had begun to grow in his
friend's
pubic region. Taking off his own supporter, Keith admired the few
strands of dark blonde fur which had recently appeared just above
his own tool, much to Allison's delight. He and Danny walked the
short distance to the shower room, whice was deserted, the rest of the
team having already finished their showers. Keith stood under one of the
shower heads and was about to begin soaping himself when
suddenly two boys appeared in the doorway. Keith grimaced as he
recognized Justin Merullo and his pal, Bernie Kinross, the football
team's starting tight end. Justin was fourteen, and although not as
big as some of his teammates, he was considerably hairier. He also
had a dick that was, in Keith's view, enormous, made even more so
by being uncircumcised, a rarity in their school district. Justin
smiled broadly when he saw Keith and Danny. He turned toward Bernie
and said "Well, well. Look what we have here, Bernie. Two girls in
the boy's locker room."
  "Yeah," said Bernie, grinning. "And really ugly ones, too."
  Bernie was nearly fifteen and huge, with blond hair that was
almost white. Most of the freshman boys tried to stay on his good
side, but Danny wasn't among them.
  "What are you talking about, Fatso?" he asked, scowling at the
larger boy.
  "Who are you calling fat?" Bernie snarled back, making a move
toward Danny. But Justin stopped him.
  "Relax, Bernie. You shouldn't let what Danielle says bother you.
She's probably on her period."
  Danny's face was turning red, a sure sign that he was about to
lose his temper. Keith moved closer to him and said quietly "Come
on, Danny. Take your shower and let's get out of here."
  "Yes, run along, children," said Justin airily. "We men have
plans to make."
  "Yeah," said Bernie. "You have to decide which cheerleader you're
going to screw next."
  "What do you mean, next?" asked Danny suspiciously.
  "Oh, didn't you hear?" Justin asked airily. "Last Saturday night
I made it with Robin Coffey."
  "You did?" said Keith. He shook his head. "I doubt that. Where?"
  "At Billy Ralston's party. In his parent's bed." Justin paused
for effect. "A waterbed."
  "Yeah, and I listened outside the door," said Bernie. He giggled.
"Man, you should have heard her yell when Justin popped her
cherry!"
  "Bernie, you are a real pig," Keith said. Robin Coffey was
another of the freshman cheerleaders, a dark-haired girl with large
breasts which were rumored to be at least half toilet paper. Justin
looked at Keith innocently.
  "What's the matter?" he asked. "Oh, I know. You wanted to be the
first guy to get inside Robin's panties. Well, sorry, Keith. I beat
you to it."
  "Nah, you're wrong, Justin," said Bernie. "Look at the little
peckers Keith and Danny have. I bet they can hardly take a piss
without getting it all over their pants, they're so small. A girl
would just laugh at them, and they know it."
  "Oh, you think so, Porky?" Danny said hotly. "Well, you'd be one
surprised asshole if you knew who Keith and I have been screwing
for three months."
  "Probably each other," said another boy, who had just walked into
the shower room. Danny immediately turned his attention to the
newcomer and said "Wrong, Jay. We've been doing it with girls.
OLDER girls."
  "Yeah, sure," said Bernie, laughing derisively. "What did you do,
cut a hole in the centerfold of your old man's Playboy?"
  "Very funny," said Danny. "But you wouldn't be laughing if you
knew who they were, Lardbutt. They're two of the best looking
chicks in this whole school."
  "That's enough, Danny," said Keith, trying to remain calm as he
realized how close Danny was to spilling their big secret. But the
other boys continued to laugh, thinking that Danny was making idle
boasts. After a moment Bernie turned his attention to Keith.
  "Hey, Justin," he said. "Did you see Keith staring at you while
you were putting the make on Janie Greer? I could see his eyes
popping from clear across the field."
  "Oh, really?" said Justin. He smiled nastily at Keith. "Maybe
it's Janie that Keith has the hots for instead of Robin. Could it
be, Keith? Do you fall asleep at night pulling your pud over Janie?
Because if you do, then check with me Monday morning. I'll let you
know if she was a virgin or not."
  "What the hell are you talking about?" Keith asked, trying not to
sound angry.
  "I'm talking about the fact that Robin is having a party Saturday
night, and she's going to invite Janie, and before it's over I'm going
to screw her."
  "Like hell you will," Keith said hotly. "First of all, Janie
isn't allowed to date, or go to boy-girl parties. And second, she
wouldn't do it with you for a hundred bucks."
  "Oh, yeah?" said Bernie. "How do you know that? Is that what you
offered her?"
  "I've about had it with your mouth, Kinross," Keith said
furiously.
  "Oh, yeah?" sneered Bernie. "Then go ahead and do something about
it, you little faggot."
  Keith started toward Bernie, his fists clenched. "No, Keith!"
Danny exclaimed, stepping between his friend and the bigger boy.
Just then Coach Kramer appeared in the doorway to the shower room.
  "All right, break it up in there," he called out. All five of the
boys turned and looked in his direction, and Keith took a step back
from Justin. Coach Kramer looked at them each in turn, then shook
his head.
  "O'Donnell, Whitmore, get out here. The rest of you, knock it
off."
  Keith and Danny walked toward the doorway, while Bernie muttered
something to Justin and Jay. When they were outside in the locker
room the coach glared at Keith.
  "Jesus, O'Donnell," he said. "What were you thinking? Fighting
half the football team while you're buck naked on a wet tile floor.
You could have been seriously hurt. That's a stunt I would have
expected from Whitmore, not you." He patted Danny on the boy's bare
behind, letting his hand linger a few seconds longer than
necessary. "He's the one with the temper."
  "You're right, that was stupid," said Keith, abashed. "I'm
sorry."
  "Okay. But don't do it again. I can't afford to lose either one
of you guys this season." He smiled knowingly. "It was over a girl,
I suppose?"
  "Uh, sort of," said Keith. The coach shook his head.
  "Nothing but trouble," he muttered. Then he shrugged. "Okay. But
be careful." He also gave Keith a pat on the butt, letting one
finger slide briefly into the boy's crack. "Now go get dressed and
get out of here. And remember, no practice tomorrow. I've got a
meeting."
  Coach Kramer walked off toward his office, while Danny and Keith
returned to their lockers. While he was drying himself Keith said
"You know, I like Coach K., but I wish he'd stop feeling
everybody's ass."
  "Aw, I don't think he means anything by it," said Danny, running
a towel across his back.
  "Yes, he does," said Keith. "I know he likes seeing us naked. Why
else would he hang around by the shower door all day, handing out
towels to kids who aren't even in his gym class?"
  "Yeah, he does kind of do that," Danny agreed.
  "He sure does. And how come he showers with us sometimes? He has
a shower in his office."
  "A lot of the teachers shower in the boy's locker room," said
Danny. "I saw the woodworking teacher, Mr. Pisarcik, in there last
Thursday after my gym class. And does he ever have a big dick! It's
even bigger than T.J. Wickham's." Danny chuckled. "If mine was that
big, I'd want everyone to see it, too. But hey, what's with you,
anyway? Getting into a fight over Janie Greer." Danny shook his
head. "Boy, I sure hope Allie doesn't hear about it. She'll be
jealous."
  "Oh, crap, Danny, don't say anything," Keith said pleadingly. "It
isn't that big a deal."
  "Oh, I won't," Danny said solemnly. But Keith knew his friend
better than that. Danny and Allison were very close, much closer
than he was with Josey, and Keith was certain that Allison would
know the whole story before dinner time. His fears were confirmed
that night when, as he was getting ready for bed, he heard a knock


From velvet@znet.com Thu Sep 04 18:27:48 1997
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Subject: story RP - author : Annie Mooz - Freshman Confidential 4 - fresh4.txt
From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com>
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 1997 15:27:48 -0700
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on his door.
  "Yeah?" he called out.
  "It's me," said Josey. He opened the door and his pretty, brown-
haired sister stepped into the room. She was wearing her nightgown
without a robe, and Keith couldn't help but notice how nice her
breasts looked. Lucky Danny, he thought.
  "Hi," Josey said. "I have something for you." She handed him a
small brown paper bag. Keith looked inside; then he stared at
Josey.
  "Are those . . . ?" he began.
  "Condoms," she said. "And that tube is K-Y jelly."
  "Oh." There were half a dozen squares of tinfoil in the bag.
Keith took one out and looked at the label, which read "Trojan
Juniors. For adolescent protection".
  "Uh, thanks," he said. "But I thought Allie was on the pill."
  "She is," said Josey. "So am I. But we decided you two would
probably start thinking about screwing other girls one day soon,
and we want you to be prepared. We were going to let you try them
out the next time we were together, but after what happened this
afternoon, well, we decided not to wait."
  "What do you mean?" Keith asked.
  "You know. The fight you almost had with that quarterback kid."
  "Where did you hear about that?" he exclaimed.
  "From Allie, of course," she told him. "I just got off the phone
with her. And you know where she got it."
  "From bigmouth Danny," Keith muttered.
  "Of course." Josey laughed. "That boy is worse with secrets than
any girl I ever met. But I'm glad he did tell her." She smiled at
Keith. "So, you've got a thing for little Janie, eh?"
  "No, I don't have a thing for her," Keith replied. "I just like
her, that's all. Justin was bragging about what he was going to do
to her, and it made me mad."
  "I'm glad," Josey said. "Janie is a nice kid. She needs to have
her first time with someone who'll treat her right. Someone like
you, little brother." She laughed again. "Don't blush, Keith. You
and Danny have turned into really good lovers. But remember, if you
do decide to make it with Janie, or anyone else, use one of those.
And don't forget the jelly; it will help you get your thing inside
her. Okay?"
  "Uh, sure," said Keith, feeling his pecker start to rise inside
his pajamas. Josey noticed it, and chuckled.
  "Why don't you practice with one of those before you go to
sleep?" she said.
  "Practice?" asked Keith. "How?"
  "I'm not sure," she answered. "But Rick says he used to do it
with two pillows and a sock." She started toward the door. "It's
one of those guy things, bro'.I'm sure you can figure it out . . .
"

  And Keith did figure it out, after he had said goodnight to his
mother and closed his door firmly. It didn't take him long to put
the condom on correctly, having seen a film strip on the subject a
couple of weeks before in his freshman health class. It fit snugly,
and the sensation of having it on made Keith feel very grown up,
much as his first jock strap had done. The rest of the project was
more puzzling, but eventually Keith discovered that by smearing the
condom with the jelly, pulling a sock over it, then kneeling in
front of his two bed pillows and leaning forward, he was able to
simulate having intercourse. The condom felt strange, and Keith had
to keep moving his hips back and forth for a long time before he
finally managed to ejaculate into it, all the while imagining what
Janie Greer would look like naked. When he was finished he removed
the condom and tied the end off, as the film strip had taught him.
Then he slipped it under the bed, until he could flush it down the
toilet in the morning. Not bad, he thought as he drifted off to
sleep. But don't kid yourself, O'Donnell. Janie Greer wouldn't let
you get to first base, let alone go all the way, no matter what
Josey says . . .
  Since there was no practice the next afternoon, Keith spent an
hour after school in the library, working on a term paper for his
history class that was due in a week. It was a six-block walk from
school to his house, and the sky looked threatening as he started
out. He was only half-way home when a tremendous downpour suddenly
began; he started running, but by the time he reached his front
porch five minutes later he was completely drenched. Well, at least
my booksack is waterproof, he thought as he sat down on the steps
and took off his Reeboks and socks. Just then he heard a voice call
out "Keith?" Looking up, he saw Janie Greer running across the
street toward him from her house. As soon as she arrived on the
porch he could see that she had also gotten caught in the rain. Her
clothes were soaked, and her long blonde hair was dripping.
  "Hi," he said. He smiled at her ruefully. "You too, huh?"
  Janie nodded. "I was walking home from Robin's house when it
started. Then, when I got here, I found out I didn't have my key,
and my Mom isn't home."
  "Wow. Bummer." Keith hesitated, then said "Uh, would you like to
come in and dry off, or something?"
  "Oh, I'd love to," said Janie. "Wait a minute, I'll take off my
shoes, too."
  Janie slipped off her brown oxfords, then pulled down her knee
socks and set them on the porch next to Keith's. He unlocked the
front door and they went into the living room. There they stood,
looking at each other, and Keith couldn't help but notice that
Janie's blouse had become transparent in the rain, revealing the
fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. He quickly looked away, feeling
the familiar stirring inside his underwear. Janie was looking at
him expectantly; finally he said "Uh, I guess I'd better get you a
towel."
  "Do you have something I can put on?" she asked. "These are
really wet."
  "Yeah, probably." Keith went into the laundry room, which was
just off the kitchen, and rummaged through a basket of clean
clothes next to the dryer. There were plenty of towels, but the
only thing he could find for her to wear was one of his spare
soccer uniforms. He took them out and handed them to Janie.
  "Is this okay?" he asked. "I didn't see anything of Josey's in
there."
  "It's fine," she said. "Where can I change?"
  "The bathroom is the first door on the left in the hallway."
  "Thanks," said Janie. "She smiled at him warmly. "You're a
lifesaver."
  While Janie was changing in the bathroom, Keith went back to the
laundry room and took off his own clothes, all the while marvelling
at the stroke of fate which had given him this opportunity to be
alone with Janie. His Mom wouldn't get off until seven that
evening, and he was pretty sure that Josey had gone to Rick's
house. Jeez, he thought as he pulled on an oversized T-shirt and a
pair of sweatpants. Wouldn't it be great if . . . but then he shook
his head. Forget it, pal, he told himself. Don't try anything with
her. She'd just get mad, and probably tell her Mom, and then . . .
  Keith shrugged, determined to put the thought out of his mind. He
hadn't been able to find any underwear in the laundry basket, a
fact that became obvious when he walked out to the living room.
Janie was curled up on the living room sofa, wearing his uniform.
The shorts, even though they were too big for her, showed off her
long, slender legs, which still held some of her summer tan. Janie
shifted slightly as he approached, and for an instant he thought he
had a glimpse of her pussy through one of the legholes. He
immediately sat down and turned away from her, hoping she wouldn't
see the growing bulge in his sweatpants. Janie reached into her
pocketbook and took out a comb, which she began running through the
tangles in her wet hair. After a second she said "I really
appreciate you doing this for me, Keith."
  "Oh, it's no problem," he said hurriedly. He snuck a glance at
her, and saw the slight bulge of her breasts through the t-shirt.
The lump in his crotch continued to grow, and a wet spot began to
appear on the front of his sweats. Keith crossed his legs,
wondering what he'd do if she asked him to get her something to eat
or drink. But instead Janie said "Why don't you turn on the
television? "All The Days Of My Children" is on Channel 3."
  "Sure," said Keith. He found the remote on the coffee table and
switched on the television, just in time to see two teenagers
engaging in a long, passionate kiss.


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  "Oh, good," said Janie. "This is the part I wanted to see."
  "Who are they?" Keith asked. "I never watch soaps."
  "You don't?" Janie looked surprised. "I thought everybody watched
"All The Days Of My Children". Anyway, that's Phillip and Erin.
They met at the beach this summer, and they kept dating when school
started, and this week, well . . . " Janie hesitated, and Keith saw
that she was blushing.
  "What?" he asked.
  "They're probably going to do it," Janie said, not looking at
him. "Robin said she heard it might even be today."
  Keith looked at the television, and guessed that Janie was right.
The boy, who looked vaguely like Justin Merullo, seemed to have his
tongue half way down the girl's throat, while her hands tugged at
the back of his shirt. The background music, slow and languid,
contributed to the passionate atmosphere. The boy pulled the girl
down onto a sofa and began unbuttoning her blouse when the music
began a slow fade, and the next thing Keith knew a lady came on the
screen, selling a pregnancy testing product. He took a breath and
said "Hmm. That was, uh, pretty good."
  "Yeah, it was very sexy," Janie agreed. She looked at Keith from
the corner of her eye. "I hope they come back to them after the
commercial."
  "Yeah, so do I." Keith took a deep breath. "It looks like they're
about to have some fun."
  "Yeah, it does." Janie turned and looked at him fully. "Not that
I'd know, of course."
  "Huh?" Keith said, not sure he understood what she meant. He
turned and stared at her, and saw that she was blushing deeply. But
Janie had apparently decided to finish what she was trying to
start. She returned Keith's glance, then said "You like me, don't
you, Keith?"
  "Sure," said Keith.
  "Good." Suddenly Janie slid over next to him on the couch.
"Because I really like you, too."
  "You do?"
  "Yes, I do. A lot." Keith saw her large blue eyes gaze earnestly
into his. "I liked you from the day we moved in, and I saw you
sitting in that rocking chair on the porch, reading." Janie moved
still closer, until their legs were touching. "Do you have a
girlfriend, Keith?"
  "No. I mean, well, sort of. Not really." Keith was feeling a
little bit dizzy. Janie smiled at him knowingly.
  "Most of the girls think you're too shy to have a girlfriend, but
Robin says she heard that you met somebody over the summer,
somebody who doesn't go to our school."
  "Uh, yeah, that's it,"  Keith said quickly. "Someone I met at
soccer camp."
  "That's what I thought." Janie's foot was now touching his, and
he felt her toes running along his instep. "Do you still see her?"
  "Uh, no, not exactly." Keith slid his right hand into his lap, in
an attempt to cover the activity in his sweatpants. "On weekends,
sometimes."
  "Do you do it with her?" Janie asked. "I mean, it's okay if you
do. I won't mind."
  "Well, yeah," he said, gulping. "We did it a few times."
  "You did?" Janie seemed genuinely surprised. "Wow. I don't know
anyone who's done it, except Robin. She did it with Justin Merullo
last Friday." Janie frowned. "She didn't like it."
  "Oh." Keith shrugged. "Well, it's okay. With my friend, I mean."
  "I almost did once," said Janie. "But we stopped at the last
minute."
  "How come?" Keith asked.
  "Because I was only twelve then, and I didn't think I was old
enough." She paused. "But I'm thirteen now," she added.
  Keith nodded. Janie was again looking at him expectantly. Finally
he said "Uh, well, if you'd like to try it . . . I mean, you don't
have to, or anything. But if you did, we could, you know . . . "
  Janie didn't answer. Instead she put her arms around him, and he
tentatively began kissing her. He was surprised when he felt her
tongue, and he wondered vaguely who had taught her to French kiss.
After a few moments of this she pulled away from him, breathing
heavily.
  "Uh, maybe we'd better go to your room, or something," she said,
glancing toward the front door. "In case your Mom or your sister
comes home."

  She stood up, and Keith slowly did the same, realizing there was
no way to hide the condition of his dick. He saw Janie glance at
his crotch, then look away, but she was smiling. She followed him
up the stairs to his bedroom. When the door was closed they stood
looking at each other until Keith said "Well, I guess we'd better
take our clothes off.
  "I suppose so," said Janie. She took a deep breath, then reached
down and pulled the soccer shorts over her hips and stepped out of
them. Keith caught a quick glimpse of her slit before it was
covered by the too large T-shirt. Janie smiled and said "Okay, your
turn."
  Keith nodded, and pulled the sweatshirt over his head. Then he
slipped the waistband of the sweatpants carefully over his
throbbing erection and slid them off, completely revealing his
slim, lithe figure to Janie. She slowly took off the t-shirt, and
Keith now had a chance to see her tiny, budding breasts, with the
little girl nipples standing out straight from her body. They
stared openly at each other for a long moment; Keith's gaze was
drawn to Janie's pussy, which was thin-lipped and hairless, save
for a little triangle of blonde fuzz on her mound. Janie,
meanwhile, had her own eyes fixed on his stiff penis, which was
standing up almost straight, its tip a bright pink. After a moment
she whispered "I've never seen one before."
  "Really?" Keith said, surprised.
  "Well, not one that was sticking out like that." Janie smiled at
him shyly. "Can I touch it?"
  "Sure." Keith sat on the bed, and she sat next to him. "Help
yourself."
  Janie's small hand reached out and tentatively touched the shaft
of his penis, causing him to inhale sharply. Suddenly his mind
began whirling, as he realized what was about to happen. Somehow
sex with Allison had always seemed like taking swimming lessons, or
learning how to wrestle. She was the teacher and he was the
student, and he was content to follow her lead in all of their
encounters. But Janie was a virgin who had never even seen a hard-
on before, and he knew she would be expecting him to make the
decisions about what they would do, and when. Forcing himself to
concentrate, he said softly "You better not do that right now."
  "Oh, does it hurt?" Janie asked, taking her hand away. "I'm
sorry."
  "No, it feels great," he said. "But if you keep it up, I'll come
off too fast."
  "Oh." Janie shrugged. "You tell me what you want to do, then."
  "Okay. Why don't we, uh, get under the covers?"
  "Sure." They stood up, and Keith pulled back the bedspread and
blanket. Then he went to his dresser and reached into his underwear
drawer, coming out with the condoms and k-y jelly.
  "What's that?" Janie asked.


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Subject: story RP - author : Annie Mooz - Freshman Confidential 6 - fresh6.txt
From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com>
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 "Condoms," Keith told her.
  "Oh, good." Janie looked relieved. "I figured you'd have some.
Robin said Justin didn't have any with him. She had to make him get
one from one of his friends before they did it."
  "Uh, yeah," said Keith. "Well, let's get in."
  They got under the blanket, then turned so they were facing each
other. Janie immediately started kissing him, and Keith let his
hand touch her left breast. It felt small, compared to Allison's,
but the little nipple was hard. His hand slid down across her
abdomen to her thighs. Janie spread her legs, and he slowly worked
his index finger down to her pussy and began gently massaging her
little clit. He felt her jump as soon as he touched it; then she
began to relax.
  "That feels nice," she murmured.
  "Good," said Keith, grateful that Allison had taught him the
right places to touch a girl to give her pleasure. Janie's pussy
lips felt strange, with only a few strands of wiry hair on them,
and for a second Keith wondered if it was right for him to have sex
with her. But then he thought "Heck, she's almost as old as I am.
And besides, it was her idea." His let his finger slide down to her
hole, which was smaller than Allison's, and not nearly as wet,
while his dick throbbed uncomfortably. After a few seconds he said
"Uh, I think it's time for me to put on the condom." He pulled back
the blanket, then reached over to the bedside table and picked one
up. It took him only a moment to open the package and get it in
place, while Janie looked on with obvious interest.
  "That must feel funny," she said when he was done.
  "It does, a little." He kissed her, then asked "Are you ready?"
  "I guess so. Do you want to get on top of me?"
  "In a second. But let me do this first." He flipped back the top
on the tube of jelly and spread some on his finger. He coated the
condom with it, then began rubbing it around the entrance to
Janie's vagina.
  "What's that for?" she asked.
  "So I can put my thing in you easier. It won't hurt as much."
  Janie closed her eyes and sighed.
  "You're so thoughtful," she said. "Not like Justin was with
Robin."
  "Justin Merullo is a pig," Keith said flatly. He finished working
the jelly around Janie's introitus, then added a little more to the
condom for good measure. When he was done he said "Okay. Uh, why
don't you lay back and spread your legs wide. And kind of lift your
knees a little."
  Janie did as he asked, revealing her little-girl pussy to him
fully. Keith knelt between her knees and leaned forward, keeping
his weight on his arms as much as possible. When he was ready he
waited, but Janie made no move to guide him inside of her, as
Allison always did. Keith frowned, and pushed his hips forward,
hoping he would somehow slide into her, but without success.
Finally he reached down with one hand and located the entrance to
her vagina. With this landmark found he was finally able to hit his
target; he felt the tip of his dick begin to penetrate her hole
slightly, then stop. He pushed harder, and heard Janie gasp as he
began to slide in. Keith's immediate sensation was that she was
much tighter than Allison, almost painfully tight. The next thing
he noticed was the presence of the condom, which seemed to take
away most of the warmth he always felt when he was inside Allison.
He pulled back and pushed in again, this time penetrating half an
inch farther. Janie flinched, and Keith thought he felt something
give way inside of her. Suddenly she wasn't quite so tight, and he
slid in almost all the way. He looked down at Janie and saw the
tears forming in her eyes. Alarmed, he asked "Does it hurt?"
  "A little," she admitted.
  "Do you want me to stop? I will, if it hurts too much." But Janie
shook her head.
  "No, it's okay. Go ahead."
  "Are you sure?"
  "Uh huh." Janie closed her eyes, and moved her hips back and
forth gently. "I think I'm getting used to it."
  "Okay." Keith kissed her, and she tried to respond, but then she
winced as he moved forward, this time pushing the entire length of
his penis into her. He pulled back and thrust forward again several
times, until, despite Janie's obvious discomfort and the
distraction of the condom, he felt himself close to ejaculating.
Too fast, he thought to himself as he tried to slow down. But
instinct had taken over, and after a few more short strokes he
lunged forward, again penetrating Janie deeply. This time he
remained buried inside her to the hilt, gasping as the semen began
spurting out of him and into the reservoir tip of the condom, where
it remained, feeling warm and sticky on the tip of his penis. When
it was over he looked down at Janie, who was regarding him with a
mixture of wonderment and fear.
  "That was it?" she asked. "You, uh, came off?"
  "Uh huh." Keith remained where he was for a few seconds, then
slowly pulled his penis back, until it slid out of her vagina.
Janie looked at it curiously.
  "Boy, that's weird," she said. "All that stuff came out of you?"
  "Yeah." Keith carefully pulled the condom off before he lost his
erection, as he had been taught in his health class. After he had
tied the end he looked down at Janie. "How do you feel?" he asked.
"Does it hurt?"
  "Not really," she answered. She reached between her legs and felt
gingerly around her vagina. "I don't think I'm bleeding. Robin said
I probably wouldn't, since I used to ride horses every summer until
we moved here. She said I probably tore my hymen a long time ago."
  "Uh, yeah," said Keith, only vaguely aware of what she meant. He
lowered himself next to her, and they lay side by side, looking up
at the ceiling. "So, did you like it?" he asked.
  "I guess so," she answered slowly. "It didn't hurt that much. It
felt kind of strange, though. Like you were, I don't know, sticking
to me."
  "Really?" Keith frowned. "That was probably the condom. I guess
I didn't use enough jelly." Then he sighed. "It's too bad we can't
try it without one. It feels so much better."
  "You mean you've done it without one?" Janie asked, surprised. "I
thought boys always had to wear one."
  "Uh, usually we do," Keith said. "But my, uh, friend, doesn't
make me, since she's on the Pill."
  "She is?" Janie stared at him. "How old is she?"
  "Almost seventeen," Keith admitted.
  "Wow. She's old." Janie looked at Keith speculatively. "You're
lucky."


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Subject: story RP - author : Annie Mooz - Freshman Confidential 7 - fresh7.txt
From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com>
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 "Yeah, I guess." They remained silent for a moment. Then Janie
said "I suppose there's no reason why we can't do it again without
one. Do you want to?"
  "Well, sure," said Keith, surprised. "But aren't you afraid of
getting pregnant?"
  "Not really." Janie started to blush. "I don't get a period every
month, yet. I only started last spring. We're all late bloomers in
my family."
  "Oh." This was a subject Keith knew nothing about, but his only
concern at that moment was that Janie was willing to have sex
again, and without a condom. He was aware that having intercourse
without any protection was dangerous, but the thought of Janie's
tight little pussy gripping his dick without the layer of latex in
between quickly put the thought from his mind. Still, he had
learned enough from Allison to keep him from mounting Janie
immediately. Instead he let his hand move to her breasts, where he
began stroking her nipples gently. After a moment she asked "Is it
okay if I touch you?"
  "Sure," he answered. "I won't be able to come off again for a few
minutes, at least."
  Janie reached over and let her fingers run lightly over his chest
and down across his abdomen.
  "You're skin is soft," she said. "And you aren't all hairy, like
some boys. Robin said Justin has hair all around his thing, and on
his legs and chest."
  "Yeah, I don't even shave yet," Keith admitted. "And my dick
isn't very big, compared to a lot of the guys. But that's probably
good, since this is your first time."
  "I think you're just the right size," she said. Then she sighed.
"But I suppose my breasts seem awfully small, compared to your
girlfriend."
  This was true, although Keith would never say so. Instead he
leaned over and kissed Janie's nipples, something else he had
learned from Allison. He let his tongue linger on both of them long
enough to elicit several small moans from her. Then he moved his
hand down to her thighs, and slowly parted the nearly hairless
lips. After a moment he said "When we do it again, I want you to
come off, too."
  "Really?" Janie looked at him quizzically. "You mean like when I
play with myself?"
  "Uh huh. My, uh, friend says girls come off a lot harder when
they're with boys than when they do it to themselves."
  "Really? Does she come off when you do it with her?"
  "All the time," Keith said, allowing a touch of pride to enter
his voice.
  "Oh." Janie shrugged. "Well, okay. I'll try."
  "Good." Keith continued to stroke around her clit, until he heard
her emit a small moan. He kept it up, working his finger in a
circle. After a few minutes he felt her begin to grow wet with her
own juices. "Umm," she whispered. "That feels really great."
  "Good." Suddenly he had a brainstorm. "I know what," he said.
"Why don't you get on top this time? Al - I mean, my friend always
comes off better when she's on top."
  "Me on top?" asked Janie. "How?"
  "Easy. I'll lay back, and you kind of straddle me, and move up an
down on my dick."
  "Oh." Janie looked at him doubtfully. "I didn't know people could
do it like that."
  "Well, they can. Come on, let's try."
  Keith rolled over on his back, while Janie got up on her knees
and maneuvered herself over him. This time Keith had no trouble
bringing the tip of his penis to her vaginal opening. Janie was
very wet, and he slid in the first half-inch with no difficulty.
  "There," he said. "Now you lower yourself onto me whenever you're
ready."
  Janie nodded, and slowly began easing herself onto his swollen
dick. Keith resisted the urge to thrust up into her, even though
the sight of his tool slowly disappearing into her smooth pussy
sent a charge of electricity along his spine. He felt her flinch
once and start to pull up, but after a few seconds she began coming
down again. Soon she had him entirely inside of her. She waited a
moment, trying to adjust to the sensation; then she smiled down at
him. Keith smiled back.
  "Great," he said. "Now just move up and down a little, and I'll
move with you. Does it feel okay?"
  "Uh huh," she said. Her eyes were closed, and her hands gripped
his shoulders tightly. Keith began a slow up and down motion with
his hips, and Janie responded, soon catching the rhythm. Her body
was now fully relaxed, and a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips.
  "Still okay?" he asked. Janie nodded, but didn't answer. Her eyes
remained closed, while her hips began moving in a circular motion,
similar to the way Allison moved when she was getting close to an
orgasm. He pulled her head down and began kissing her, his tongue
wrestling with hers inside her mouth, until she broke away from him
with a gasp. The tightness of Janie's pussy began to have a
profound effect on Keith. He felt himself acutely aware of the way
it felt right at the entrance to her vagina, where the grip was the
firmest. A deep moan came out of him, and he knew that he was only
seconds away from the best orgasm of his young life. He held out
for several more exquisite strokes, then reared back one last time
and thrust upward, crying out as the first shot of semen burst from
the tip of his dick. For several seconds he was overwhelmed by the
sensation, forgetting where he was or whom he was with. It was only
when he heard Janie exclaim "Oh, God!" in his ear that he realized
she, too, was having an orgasm. Keith held her against him, as her
muscles contracted around his still spurting tool. Finally he felt
her relax and go limp, resting her head on his shoulder. Keith
continued to hold his dick Inside her, until he felt his erection
begin to diminish. When he finally pulled it out  he felt a warm
rush of fluid, followed by Janie's whispered "What's that?"
  "My, uh, cum," he answered. "And some of yours, too."
  "Oh." Janie lifted her head for a moment and smiled at him. "I
can still feel some inside me." She put her head back on his chest
and closed her eyes. "It felt funny when it was coming out of you.
It was nice, though. A lot nicer than the first time."
  "Yeah, for me, too," said Keith.


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Subject: story RP - author : Annie Mooz - Freshman Confidential 8 - fresh8.txt
From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com>
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 1997 15:29:03 -0700
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  "Good." After a few moments Janie lifted herself off him and lay
down by his side. Her hand reached out and touched his now limp
pecker. She looked at it curiously.
  "That's so weird, how it gets big, then small again," she said.
  "Yeah, I guess it is," Keith agreed. "Boys get used to it,
though."
  "I suppose they must." After a few seconds he heard her say
"Keith? Are you going to tell anyone about this?"
  "Of course not," he answered. "I would never do that."
  "Really?" Janie lifted herself off him and lay down by his side.
She stared into his eyes. "You really aren't going to tell? I
thought boys bragged about doing it to all their friends. That's
what Justin did, after he did it with Robin."
  "I'm not Justin Merullo," said Keith firmly. "I think too much of
you to ruin your reputation like that." He paused, then added "I
really like you, Janie. A lot."
  "I like you, too, Keith. A lot." Janie smiled at him. "I'm not
going to tell anyone, either." Then she giggled. "Well, I'll
probably tell Robin. She is my best friend. And you can tell your
best friend, too, I suppose."
  "You mean Danny?" Keith shook his head. "No, I don't think so.
He'd blab it to everybody in school."
  "Yeah, maybe I'd better not tell Robin, either," said Janie. "We
can keep it our secret." Then she sighed. "It won't be a secret for
long, though, if I don't get home before my Mom. She'll wonder
where I was."
  "But what about your key?" he asked. "You can't get in."
  "Oh, that." Janie giggled. "I'm afraid I have a confession to make.
I made up that stuff about my key. I just wanted an excuse to
come inside your house. I was hoping this would happen."
  Keith looked at Janie in amazement.
  "You did?" he exclaimed. She nodded.
  "I hope you don't mind," she said. "I just couldn't bring myself
to ask you if you wanted to, you know, do it. I was afraid you'd
say no, and think I was cheap, or something." She stared earnestly
into his eyes. "You don't think that, do you? I mean, I'd never
even done it before . . . "
  "I don't think that," Keith told her. "I think you're, well,
wonderful."
  "Do you really?"
  "Really."
  "Good." Janie sighed. "I wish I could stay with you for a while.
It's cozy, being in bed with someone else on a day like today."
  "I know. But you don't want to get caught."
  "You're right."
 Janie got up from the bed, while Keith did the same. Janie stepped
into the uniform shorts, then grimaced.
  "I'm going to get the wet stuff between my legs all over these,"
she said. "I hope you don't mind."
  "No," said Keith, pulling on his sweatpants. "It's okay. You can
hang onto them, if you want. I have more."
  "Okay." Janie smiled at him. "I'll wear them to bed, after I wash
them. They'll remind me of you."
  "Just don't let your parents see them," Keith warned her.
"They'll wonder where you got them."
  "You're right," said Janie, as she put on the t-shirt. "I'll be
careful."
  Keith put on his sweatshirt and they went downstairs. Janie
gathered up her wet clothes, and they stepped out onto the porch.
The rain had almost stopped, but the sky was dark, promising more
storms to come. Janie picked up her shoes and socks, then turned to
Keith.
  "Thank you," she said seriously.
  "For what?" he asked.
  "For making my first time so nice." She kissed him. "I'll always
remember it."
  "Well, maybe we can do it again some time," said Keith.
  "Okay," Janie said, smiling. "I'd like that." She waved, and
then ran down the stairs and across the street to her front porch.
When she arrived there she waved again before opening the
front door, which apparently wasn't even locked. Keith stared after
her, not quite believing what had happened. So dazed was he, in
fact, that he failed to notice the figure standing behind a street
light, not fifty feet away on the sidewalk. But Timmy Garrison had
seen Keith, and Janie, his  face was a mask of shock and dismay . . .