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                          April's First
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


[Continued from part 2]

"You won't tell?" she asked.

"Never!" he replied.  "You won't?"

"Carla.  She keeps secrets."  He was worried about that but
had to trust April.  She had trusted him.

Brian stopped April at the door.  "Are you sure that you don't
want me to walk you back?" he asked.

"Positive.  It's going to be hard enough for me to pretend
that everything is normal as it is.  I don't want to worry about
your pretense as well."

"Everything is normal.  Everything is right.  We were meant
for each other, it's just the rules that keep us from saying so."
He kissed her forehead protectively.  She raised her face for a
real kiss, and it was gentle and protective, then hard and
passionate, then gentle again.  They parted reluctantly.  "Love
you," he said as he opened the door.

"Love you," she responded.  She walked out hesitantly, turned
halfway around, then she firmed her shoulders and strode out
towards the street.  He watched a moment, then shut the door.

This was no time to dawdle.  He put the vacuum cleaner back in
the utility closet and opened the door into his mother's room. He
emptied his wastebasket into the kitchen garbage, having to pull
one of the condoms off the side as he did so.  The kitchen
garbage bag went out to the can in back.  He opened his window
and shut his door before setting the table.  He wondered if his
mother would notice anything; he wondered if she would make a
comment if she did notice.

April got home just in time for dinner.  Carla was at night
school, and her parents didn't seem to notice that she was an
entirely new April.  "Well," asked her father towards the close
of the meal, "What April-fool pranks did you play this year?"

"Oh Daddy!" she responded.  "I outgrew that long ago.  You
still think that I'm a little girl."

A quirk of his left eyebrow was his only reminder of her
exploits the year before.  "Well, you're my little girl.  I'll
always think of you that way.  I don't want you to grow up too
fast." The words "grow up" made her blush, but her parents were
sharing a glance.

Once the dishwasher was loaded and she was hidden in her room
with homework in front of her, she could think of Brian as long
as she wanted.  He had kept repeating "I love you."  At first,
she had feared that this was a formula that he was using to get
in her pants.  Afterwards, however, he still said it.  And what
he had said about all the future that they would need to go
through sounded like he was really thinking that this was a
permanent relationship.

She loved Brian; did she want to spend the rest of her life
with him?  She desired it and feared it.  She was daddy's little
girl and, in some ways, Brian's little girl.  Both were sort of
fun, but not for life.  She would move away from Daddy and grow
up. Daddy would mourn it and celebrate it, as he had done every
step she made since the first one he caught on film.  Would she
have to move away from Brian to have him accept that she was
growing up?

Well, Brian was growing up as well.  He might grow up enough
to respect her mind and her will.  To be fair, he'd respected her
independence a lot this afternoon.  With them both naked in his
bed, he'd asked for her agreement.  And, with them both naked in
his bed, he'd pleasured her.  That was important, and April
abandoned the uncertain future to recall the joyous past.

Finally, she completed her homework despite her mental
distractions.  She ended the night with a long hot bath.  As a
practical matter, showers travel in the wrong direction to reach
the parts which most deserved care that night.  Her choice was
more influenced, however, by the emotional accord between soaking
in the warmth of the water and basking in the sensuous memories.
Brian had been there, had sheltered her, had filled her.  He had
loved her *afterwards*.  The water warmed, supported, and
relaxed her body as her lover had warmed, supported, and relaxed
her spirit.

Back in her room, she took off her robe and studied herself in
the mirror.  She couldn't see any difference.  She desperately
wanted the change to be invisible to everybody else, but she
thought that it was unnatural that she looked the same.  Sleep
overtook her while she was replaying the afternoon for the third
time.

Brian was too busy worrying about the evidence of the
afternoon to savor the experience until he was alone in his room.
The negatives came first.  April was so beautiful, but he
couldn't say anything about it but "beautiful."  He wished that
he were a poet so that he could actually describe her beauty to
her, the sheen of her hair above and below, the shape of her
breasts and thighs, the grace of her walk, the warm embrace of
her cunt around his cock.

Then there was the future threatening them.  Two years of high
school, four years of college, before they would be permitted to
live, before he could support her and claim her from her parents.
Their love was a proud thing; it was a shame that expressing it
had to be hidden away.  He didn't regret his promise to tell no
one; he would rather have the guys snicker at his inexperience
than have them snicker at April.  What he regretted was his
inability to claim her in front of the world.

Then too, hiding their activities meant that they couldn't
make love very often; and he wanted to do it again and again.
Coming in her had been glorious, much sweeter than the experience
of her hand, let alone his.  Having her come around him had been
even better.  How often could April do it without getting
pregnant?  How often could they do it without getting caught?

The idea of repeating this intimacy, however fraught with
difficulties and dangers, excited him.  He replayed the afternoon
in his mind.  Soon, the images weren't enough; he took himself in
hand.  Brian didn't finish his homework that night.  Drained as
he was, he still dreamed of April.

Talking in school invited eavesdropping, but they couldn't
resist.  They did get some safety by walking the school grounds
for part of their lunch hour.  "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine."

"Do you swear that it didn't hurt at all?"

"It really was my first time," she answered.  "I swear that.
On, ... on the bracelet you gave me."

"I believe you, partly because I know that you are an honest
person, partly because I know what that bracelet means to
you..."

"Means to me now," she interrupted.  "You are *very*
special in my life."

"Partly because," he continued in the same tone, "I love you,
and love should include trust.  But *mostly* I believe you
because you were so sure that it would hurt.  Ape, you worry too
much over the wrong things.  Now, did it hurt you at all?"

"Not in the slightest."

"That is wonderful.  Can't you understand that I worry over
hurting you?  I don't worry over your having cheated on me."

"I love you."  She started towards him.

"Don't touch," he said reminding her of the school rule.  "I
love you, too.  I should have said that first off."  They stood a
yard apart looking into each other's eyes with expressions that
the school administration would also have banned if it could.
"You know," he said as the other students started towards the
building, "it was my first time, too."  Not having a response to
that, April was silent as they parted.

Carla had called with a warning that she wouldn't be at
supper. April was in bed when the knock came on her door.
Carla's news came first.  She was going back to school full time
in the fall. "It's a lost cause, Sib.  I'm not going to torture
myself over Jeff Benton any more.  I may even go on to law
school.  But that's the future."

April couldn't find anything to say except "I'm sorry, Sib."
They hugged for a bit, but Carla had done her crying alone.

April's information took longer to communicate, but Carla
summarized it neatly.  "You did it?"

"Yes," said April, "and it didn't hurt at all."

"My lucky sister.  Did you use anything?"

"Brian did," April said, "and it was funny.  I'd never really
seen it you know.  In a dark car, but never *seen* it.
Then, suddenly, there was Brian kneeling on the bed above me.
Sticking out from his middle was something white and shiny.  It
wasn't until afterwards that I figured out that this was the
rubber."

"My sister!" said Carla.  "Sib, you could find something funny
about your execution. "

"Not afterwards.  Or, at least, if I saw something funny
afterwards, there *would* be something funny about my
execution."

Carla giggled.  "Sib, I'm so happy for you.  Next you'll tell
me that you came your first time."

"No, but I did my second."

"Second!  I am going to go out and find my own sixteen-year-
old."

"Just so you don't go after mine.  Seriously, Carla, there are
drawbacks.  I may never see a basketball again without
blushing."

"Basketball?" asked Carla.

"Well you know how crazy Brian is about the Bulls," April
began. "He has a huge poster of Michael Jordan at the foot of his
bed. Brian was over me and blocking most of the view, but the
basketball kept swimming into and out of focus.  Brian's room was
much better than a parked car, but that doesn't mean it was
ideal."

"Does he care for you?"

"That he does.  Sometimes his protectiveness edges over into
the annoying, but he is always protective."

"That," declared Carla with real force, "is more important
than the room.  I've been seeing real love, unfortunately from
the outside.  It's all about care."

"And we've been talking about my joy all this time.  I should
have been sharing your pain."

"Why?  We're sisters, and we share.  But I'd rather be sharing
the joy than the sorrow.  Anyway, I want to find you a basketball
charm."

"Why basketball?" asked April.  She really didn't want any
charms which didn't represent turning points in her life.

"Because even Dad would figure it out if you added a charm
shaped like a bed."


The end
April's First
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
1997/04/01
1997/12/21
2000/04/01
2001/04/01
2002/04/01
2003/04/01
2004/04/01


For a quite different story of a girl's first
sexual experience under quite different
circumstances, see:

"You won't tell?" she asked.

"Never!" he replied.  "You won't?"

"Carla.  She keeps secrets."  He was worried about that but
had to trust April.  She had trusted him.

Brian stopped April at the door.  "Are you sure that you don't
want me to walk you back?" he asked.

"Positive.  It's going to be hard enough for me to pretend
that everything is normal as it is.  I don't want to worry about
your pretense as well."

"Everything is normal.  Everything is right.  We were meant
for each other, it's just the rules that keep us from saying so."
He kissed her forehead protectively.  She raised her face for a
real kiss, and it was gentle and protective, then hard and
passionate, then gentle again.  They parted reluctantly.  "Love
you," he said as he opened the door.

"Love you," she responded.  She walked out hesitantly, turned
halfway around, then she firmed her shoulders and strode out
towards the street.  He watched a moment, then shut the door.

This was no time to dawdle.  He put the vacuum cleaner back in
the utility closet and opened the door into his mother's room. He
emptied his wastebasket into the kitchen garbage, having to pull
one of the condoms off the side as he did so.  The kitchen
garbage bag went out to the can in back.  He opened his window
and shut his door before setting the table.  He wondered if his
mother would notice anything; he wondered if she would make a
comment if she did notice.

April got home just in time for dinner.  Carla was at night
school, and her parents didn't seem to notice that she was an
entirely new April.  "Well," asked her father towards the close
of the meal, "What April-fool pranks did you play this year?"

"Oh Daddy!" she responded.  "I outgrew that long ago.  You
still think that I'm a little girl."

A quirk of his left eyebrow was his only reminder of her
exploits the year before.  "Well, you're my little girl.  I'll
always think of you that way.  I don't want you to grow up too
fast." The words "grow up" made her blush, but her parents were
sharing a glance.

Once the dishwasher was loaded and she was hidden in her room
with homework in front of her, she could think of Brian as long
as she wanted.  He had kept repeating "I love you."  At first,
she had feared that this was a formula that he was using to get
in her pants.  Afterwards, however, he still said it.  And what
he had said about all the future that they would need to go
through sounded like he was really thinking that this was a
permanent relationship.

She loved Brian; did she want to spend the rest of her life
with him?  She desired it and feared it.  She was daddy's little
girl and, in some ways, Brian's little girl.  Both were sort of
fun, but not for life.  She would move away from Daddy and grow
up. Daddy would mourn it and celebrate it, as he had done every
step she made since the first one he caught on film.  Would she
have to move away from Brian to have him accept that she was
growing up?

Well, Brian was growing up as well.  He might grow up enough
to respect her mind and her will.  To be fair, he'd respected her
independence a lot this afternoon.  With them both naked in his
bed, he'd asked for her agreement.  And, with them both naked in
his bed, he'd pleasured her.  That was important, and April
abandoned the uncertain future to recall the joyous past.

Finally, she completed her homework despite her mental
distractions.  She ended the night with a long hot bath.  As a
practical matter, showers travel in the wrong direction to reach
the parts which most deserved care that night.  Her choice was
more influenced, however, by the emotional accord between soaking
in the warmth of the water and basking in the sensuous memories.
Brian had been there, had sheltered her, had filled her.  He had
loved her *afterwards*.  The water warmed, supported, and
relaxed her body as her lover had warmed, supported, and relaxed
her spirit.

Back in her room, she took off her robe and studied herself in
the mirror.  She couldn't see any difference.  She desperately
wanted the change to be invisible to everybody else, but she
thought that it was unnatural that she looked the same.  Sleep
overtook her while she was replaying the afternoon for the third
time.

Brian was too busy worrying about the evidence of the
afternoon to savor the experience until he was alone in his room.
The negatives came first.  April was so beautiful, but he
couldn't say anything about it but "beautiful."  He wished that
he were a poet so that he could actually describe her beauty to
her, the sheen of her hair above and below, the shape of her
breasts and thighs, the grace of her walk, the warm embrace of
her cunt around his cock.

Then there was the future threatening them.  Two years of high
school, four years of college, before they would be permitted to
live, before he could support her and claim her from her parents.
Their love was a proud thing; it was a shame that expressing it
had to be hidden away.  He didn't regret his promise to tell no
one; he would rather have the guys snicker at his inexperience
than have them snicker at April.  What he regretted was his
inability to claim her in front of the world.

Then too, hiding their activities meant that they couldn't
make love very often; and he wanted to do it again and again.
Coming in her had been glorious, much sweeter than the experience
of her hand, let alone his.  Having her come around him had been
even better.  How often could April do it without getting
pregnant?  How often could they do it without getting caught?

The idea of repeating this intimacy, however fraught with
difficulties and dangers, excited him.  He replayed the afternoon
in his mind.  Soon, the images weren't enough; he took himself in
hand.  Brian didn't finish his homework that night.  Drained as
he was, he still dreamed of April.

Talking in school invited eavesdropping, but they couldn't
resist.  They did get some safety by walking the school grounds
for part of their lunch hour.  "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine."

"Do you swear that it didn't hurt at all?"

"It really was my first time," she answered.  "I swear that.
On, ... on the bracelet you gave me."

"I believe you, partly because I know that you are an honest
person, partly because I know what that bracelet means to
you..."

"Means to me now," she interrupted.  "You are *very*
special in my life."

"Partly because," he continued in the same tone, "I love you,
and love should include trust.  But *mostly* I believe you
because you were so sure that it would hurt.  Ape, you worry too
much over the wrong things.  Now, did it hurt you at all?"

"Not in the slightest."

"That is wonderful.  Can't you understand that I worry over
hurting you?  I don't worry over your having cheated on me."

"I love you."  She started towards him.

"Don't touch," he said reminding her of the school rule.  "I
love you, too.  I should have said that first off."  They stood a
yard apart looking into each other's eyes with expressions that
the school administration would also have banned if it could.
"You know," he said as the other students started towards the
building, "it was my first time, too."  Not having a response to
that, April was silent as they parted.

Carla had called with a warning that she wouldn't be at
supper. April was in bed when the knock came on her door.
Carla's news came first.  She was going back to school full time
in the fall. "It's a lost cause, Sib.  I'm not going to torture
myself over Jeff Benton any more.  I may even go on to law
school.  But that's the future."

April couldn't find anything to say except "I'm sorry, Sib."
They hugged for a bit, but Carla had done her crying alone.

April's information took longer to communicate, but Carla
summarized it neatly.  "You did it?"

"Yes," said April, "and it didn't hurt at all."

"My lucky sister.  Did you use anything?"

"Brian did," April said, "and it was funny.  I'd never really
seen it you know.  In a dark car, but never *seen* it.
Then, suddenly, there was Brian kneeling on the bed above me.
Sticking out from his middle was something white and shiny.  It
wasn't until afterwards that I figured out that this was the
rubber."

"My sister!" said Carla.  "Sib, you could find something funny
about your execution. "

"Not afterwards.  Or, at least, if I saw something funny
afterwards, there *would* be something funny about my
execution."

Carla giggled.  "Sib, I'm so happy for you.  Next you'll tell
me that you came your first time."

"No, but I did my second."

"Second!  I am going to go out and find my own sixteen-year-
old."

"Just so you don't go after mine.  Seriously, Carla, there are
drawbacks.  I may never see a basketball again without
blushing."

"Basketball?" asked Carla.

"Well you know how crazy Brian is about the Bulls," April
began. "He has a huge poster of Michael Jordan at the foot of his
bed. Brian was over me and blocking most of the view, but the
basketball kept swimming into and out of focus.  Brian's room was
much better than a parked car, but that doesn't mean it was
ideal."

"Does he care for you?"

"That he does.  Sometimes his protectiveness edges over into
the annoying, but he is always protective."

"That," declared Carla with real force, "is more important
than the room.  I've been seeing real love, unfortunately from
the outside.  It's all about care."

"And we've been talking about my joy all this time.  I should
have been sharing your pain."

"Why?  We're sisters, and we share.  But I'd rather be sharing
the joy than the sorrow.  Anyway, I want to find you a basketball
charm."

"Why basketball?" asked April.  She really didn't want any
charms which didn't represent turning points in her life.

"Because even Dad would figure it out if you added a charm
shaped like a bed."


The end
April's First
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
1997/04/01
1997/12/21
2000/04/01
2001/04/01
2002/04/01
2003/04/01
2004/04/01
2010/04/01

For a quite different story of a girl's first
sexual experience under quite different
circumstances, see:
/~Uther_Pendragon/story/flights.htm
"Flights of Fancy"

This is indexed with my other stories of
teenagers under:
/~Uther_Pendragon/yl.htm
"Young Love"

The index to almost all my stories:
/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm
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