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I posted this once before, and have since polished it a bit.  It is the
first of twelve chapters, all of which I have completed, and half of
which have never been posted.

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              Chapter One 
  
  

The first time I saw Molly Burns was when 
she entered our tenth grade class in the middle 
of the school year, after having relocated with 
her family from California. We were then both 
sixteen years old. I had admired girls before, 
of course, and I had dated a few times, but I 
never really had a girl. When Molly appeared 
in home room on that fateful day in January, 
however, I suddenly realized that something 
had been missing from my life. The sight of 
her caused my throat to ache. It was not love 
at first sight, or any such nonsense. What 
disturbed me was the profound physical beauty
of both her face and body which aroused in me
a sexual lust more intense than I had ever before
experienced. 


She was gloriously blond, her hair, her face, 
her flesh; all of her radiated blondness. Her 
breasts were perfectly proportioned to her 
frame, which was tall and well filled out. She 
was certainly not a skinny girl, but she was 
also not the least bit heavy. The upper arms 
that extended from her white, short sleeve 
shirt were full, yet firm and shapely. One 
could look at the girl and guess with 
confidence that her entire body was like that. 
Molly, at sixteen, was already fully developed 
physically. She would grow no taller, although 
I still had an inch to gain, and by seventeen 
she and I would be the same height, five 
eleven. 

Molly was by far the most beautiful girl at 
school, and she was immediately besieged by 
a flock of horny guys, even seniors, all of 
whom, however, she rejected politely. She 
would not date. She rebuffed me with a smile, 
and I managed to return a smile to her, 
although I was crushed. I persisted, day after 
day, until I finally realized that it was 
hopeless. She would never be my girl, 
although I was smart and good looking. She 
did, however, prefer me to the other guys for 
reasons I did not understand. She let me 
become her friend, and I had to settle for that; 
no hand holding, no kissing, just chaste 
friendship. 

We didn't date, although we sometimes did 
things together, like going to football games. 
Molly usually brought along another girl on 
our infrequent outings. She and I did not, of 
course, confide in each other, although I was 
ready to tell her the entire, amazing story of 
my life. For two years, into the twelfth grade, I 
was her puppy who was always eager to fetch 
for her, and because of her I did not date other 
girls. 

As our final school year approached its end 
and the senior prom loomed I hoped that she 
would attend it with me. I talked around the 
topic with her for a couple of weeks before I 
finally asked her to be my date to the prom. 

'That's sweet of you, Tommy, but I already 
have a date," she said in a soft voice, smiling 
at me. 

"Who . . .?" I asked, incredulous that there 
was another guy ahead of me. 

"I'm going with Alice Carpenter," she 
responded, suppressing a snicker. 

"But she's a girl!" I protested stupidly. 

"Of course she's a girl, Tommy. I like girls. 
I'm a lesbian." 

I could not think of anything intelligent to say. 
"Since when?" I almost whined. 

"Since three weeks ago, when Alice had a 
sleepover at my house." 

Molly was clearly enjoying my discomfort. 
She was not at all embarrassed about 
revealing her newly discovered sexual 
orientation, and I thought that she would soon 
burst out in giggles. Then she put me in my 
place and let me know exactly where I stood 
with her. 

"Tommy, would you please drive Alice and 
me to the prom?" 

Of course I would. 

                 * * * 

My first stop was Molly's house, where I 
greeted her at the door, handsome in my tux. 
She was stunning, clad in a formal gown of 
soft fabric which clung to her figure most 
provocatively. Her shoulders were bare, as 
well as her upper chest. Her two luscious 
arms were naked all the way to her wrists, and 
I could not resist placing my hand on the soft 
flesh of an unmuscled biceps. Molly smiled 
and allowed me the touch. 

"You look so grand this evening, Tommy," she 
cooed. 

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I've lost my chauffeur's 
cap," I replied obsequiously as I opened the 
rear door of my nine year old Chevy for her. 

Molly directed me to Alice's house, where we 
picked up the small, flat chested girl, who 
looked like a dressed up twelve year old. The 
two females, who were so different 
physically, sat in the back of my car as I drove 
off. I did not know Alice very well, although 
over the past couple of years I had more than 
once noticed her mousy prettiness. 

"Keep you eyes on the road, Tommy," Molly 
admonished me, when I peeked into the rear 
view mirror to learn what was causing the 
giggles and small squeals from the back seat. 

I didn't have a date for the prom, although I 
arrived with two pretty girls. No one noticed, 
when we entered the gym, which had been 
made into a ballroom, the lights dim. That 
evening I danced with the two of them, Molly 
holding me apart, her face level with mine, 
smiling, always smiling. It was infuriating. 

"Do I at least get a kiss tonight, Molly?" I 
implored, hoping for a tip. 

"I don't kiss boys, Tommy," she replied, and 
again smiled into my face, deliberately hurting 
me. 

When I danced with little Alice, I was able to 
bring the girl to me and she cuddled her cheek 
against my chest. I kissed the top of her head 
and she squirmed against me. 

"Do you kiss boys?" I asked her in a whisper. 

"I've done it once or twice," she answered 
demurely and looked up into my face, inviting 
me. 

I leaned my head down and kissed her lips as 
we continued our slow dance, meeting her 
tongue with mine. I didn't want to let go of the 
slender girl, because I was so starved for 
affection, but the music stopped and she stood 
away from me and blushed into my face. 

"Tommy, she's my date," Molly interrupted at 
that point, and the two girls danced together 
during the next set as I looked on. 

"She's the most beautiful dyke I've ever seen," 
a familiar voice sounded next to me. 

I looked and saw Jack Kovacic, an old friend 
from kindergarten. 

"I think that you would have a better chance 
with Alice." 

"Ya, I know," I replied. "But it's Molly I 
want." 

"No way. She doesn't like guys. Look at her, 
the way she's holding Alice. They're going to 
do it together tonight." 

"What do girls do with each other?" I asked in 
total ignorance. 

"I haven't a clue," he responded with a sigh. 

"Say, Tommy," he continued, "there's a party 
at my house after the prom, an all-nighter. I 
hope you can come." 

"I'd like that, Jack, but I don't know how long 
I'm committed to the two lesbians." 

"Alice is not a lesbian," said a voice behind 
me. 

I looked around and saw Betty Morrison, 
another old friend. She was a few inches 
shorter than I, blond and pudgy, although not 
really heavy. 

"I've known Alice all my life," she said, her 
pretty face smiling at me. "In fact we were 
best friends until a couple of months ago, 
when that awful Molly Burns snared her." 

Jack wandered off and left Betty and me to 
gossip. 

"You evidently don't like Molly." 

"No I don't, but I know why Alice went with 
her. I would have done the same thing, had 
Molly asked me." 

"What do you mean?" I asked, not 
comprehending what she was saying. 

"Tommy, sometimes you are so dense! Do you 
think that Molly's beauty just gets guys 
excited? 

"So," I chuckled, "you'd become a lesbian, if 
you could have her?" 

"No, dummy," she said in a low voice, pulling 
me to her with her arms around my waist. "I'm 
not a lesbian," she whispered into my ear, "but 
I would just die to be in bed with her naked. I 
would go down on her." 

"Is that what girls do together?" 

Betty gave me a sock in the ribs. "Let's 
dance," she commanded and pulled me onto 
the dance floor. 

I really liked Betty, although I never had 
sexual thoughts about the chunky girl. She was 
just a nice friend. After the music stopped, she 
and I sipped Cokes at a table. "I'm here with 
Freddie. He was the best I could get for the 
prom." 

"Where is he?" I asked. 

"Over there in the corner," she nodded her 
head, "talking about computers with a couple 
of other geeks." 

"Are you going to Jack's party?" she asked. 

"Probably, although I'll be late." 

"That's great. I'll wait for you. Freddie can't 
make it." Betty leered at me for some reason I 
could not understand. 

"The prom's almost over," I said, after we 
chatted for a long time and danced some more. 
"I'd better check in on Molly and Alice." 

"See you later, Tommy," she called as I 
walked away from the table. 

                 * * * 

"Well, here's our driver," Molly announced 
gaily as I approached the two girls. 

Alice looked up at me shyly. The lights 
dimmed further and the orchestra struck up 
"Good Night Sweetheart". 

"Alice, will you dance this with me?" I asked 
the little girl with the large brown eyes. 

"She's my date Tommy!" Molly objected. 

"Yes," Alice interrupted. "I'd love to dance 
with you again." 

Molly glared at me as I led Alice to the dance 
floor. We put our arms around each other like 
lovers and moved to the slow tempo. "Kiss me 
again," she whispered. I could scarcely hear 
her. We kissed as we danced. I brought a hand 
up between us and placed my palm over her 
left breast, which was hardly a handful. We 
danced and kissed like that until the music 
ended and the lights brightened. Once more I 
didn't want to let go of the slight, pretty girl, 
but Molly came up and pulled her away, 
perhaps a bit too abruptly. 

"It's time to go home," the beautiful bitch 
announced, and she dragged Alice with her 
toward the exit. 

As we drove away from the school, the two of 
them sat in the rear seat of my car in silence. 
Molly was seething. I dropped them at Molly's 
house, where Alice would sleepover. I got out 
of the car to accompany them to the door. 
Molly walked ahead in a huff, but Alice took 
my hand and presented her face for another, 
good night kiss. 

"Alice!" Molly exclaimed in anger. 

"You don't own me, Molly," the little girl 
replied with a determination I did not know 
she possessed, and she clutched to me as we 
kissed. 

I drove away wondering about how it would 
be with them that night in bed together. Jack 
was correct. I had a better chance with Alice, 
and she, despite her skimpiness, was a much 
nicer person than beautiful Molly. 

                 * * * 

I went home and changed into more 
comfortable clothes.  It was almost 2 am
and no one was awake. I then drove to Jack's house, 
where I saw a police cruiser parked by the 
curb. When I approached, Jack was on the 
porch talking to two cops, promising them that 
he would keep the noise down. The cops 
loomed pass me, heading for their car, as I 
walked up toward the steps. Betty was there, 
and she beamed me a silent hello with her 
smile. 

"Hi, Tommy," she said as I got close. 

The porch light then went off, and Betty and I 
were left in the dark. We went onto the porch, 
where settled ourselves in a swing. The lights 
inside the house were dim and the noise of the 
party somewhat subdued. We were squeezed 
together on the swing, and Betty snuggled her 
head against my shoulder. She, too, had 
changed her clothes, and she had evidently 
showered, because she smelled so fresh. 

"Did you get a good night kiss?" Betty asked 
with a smile in her voice. 

"Yes," I responded. "From Alice." 

"I'm not surprised, but Alice is still a virgin, 
and maybe she didn't know how to give you a 
proper kiss." 

Betty then placed her hand on my cheek and 
brought her face to mine, kissing me then in the 
most lascivious way that I had ever 
experienced. She did not protest, when I 
cupped her left breast, which was pointy and 
firm, just a handful. She wore no bra. We 
lingered at it for quite some time, before we 
had to catch our breath. I became suddenly 
aware of the sounds of insects which buzzed 
and chirped in the quiet, warm night. 

"Tommy," she whispered, "I don't want you to 
feel awkward, because I don't have any claim 
on you, but I had always wanted you to be my 
first boy, you know, to go all the way with. 
You never saw me like that, and I understand, 
so I got impatient, and about a year ago I did it 
with Jack." 

"Our Jack?" 

"Yes, our Jack, and I don't want to talk about 
it, because those things should remain private, 
you know." 

"Yes, I know," I replied, and I wondered why 
Jack had never told me. 

"Tommy?" 

"Yes?" 

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" 

"Yes," I admitted,  the darkness concealing 
my blush. 

"I want you very much, Tommy," she breathed 
into my ear. "I want you. I want you, if only 
for a little while. We probably will never see 
each other again, after we go off to college. I 
want you," and she once more engaged me in a 
most wondrous kiss. 

I got a blanket from my car, and Betty held my 
hand as we went up the driveway to the back 
of Jack's house, and further to the rear of 
Jack's garage, where I knew that even in day 
light the grassy area was secluded. The only 
thought in my mind as we walked around the 
garage was that I was finally going to get laid, 
and that I would do it with a dear friend. 

                 * * * 

The crickets fell silent as we rounded the 
garage and went into the grassy space behind 
it, a place protected from prying eyes by 
heavy, thick bushes and low hanging tree 
branches. We spread the blanket over the 
grass and then stood and looked at each other 
from either side of the fabric. The Moon had 
finally risen and it illuminated two young 
persons on prom night who were about to 
realize different, separate fantasies. 

"Is it safe here, Tommy? Can we get 
undressed?" 

"Yes," I said hastily, as I pulled off my shirt 
and unbuckled the belt of my shorts. I stripped 
to my underpants and watched as Betty 
finished undressing. Her modest, but well 
formed breasts jutted straight out from her 
body without the least sag. Her tummy was a 
bit broad, but it was not at all flabby. Her 
thighs were quite full where they pinched 
against the bottom of her panties. I just stood 
there, an undefined sense of panic overtaking 
me. 

"It's all right, Tommy," Betty assured me as 
she reclined on the blanket. "I'm not a virgin 
and I'm on the pill, so you won't hurt me or get 
me pregnant." 

She reached up her hand, inviting me to lie 
beside her, which I quickly did, embracing the 
girl and pressing my flesh against hers. We 
kissed passionately in extreme sexual 
excitement. Our last garments were soon 
pulled off. Her nakedness inflamed me. I 
sought to climb atop her, intending to plunge 
my engorged cock into warm softness. 

"Tommy!" Betty exclaimed and pushed me 
back onto the blanket. "You're too eager. Let 
me calm you down so that you don't come as 
soon as you get inside." 

I realized with a blush that I had been very 
uncool. I lay on my back and let Betty take 
charge of my hard cock. which she grasped 
with her hand. 

"You're very large," she murmured, as she 
lowered her head to lick the tip of my penis. 
Betty suddenly leaned up on an elbow and 
looked into my face. "Don't come in my mouth, 
Tommy. That would be just too gross." 

She then went down on me, holding the shaft 
and sucking the tip of it into her mouth. I had 
never imagined such pleasure, and within a 
few seconds I pushed at her head. 

"I'm going to come," I gasped. 

She removed her mouth from my cock and 
started pumping it with her hand until I 
squealed in ecstasy. My semen shot 
everywhere, on us, on the blanket, on the 
grass, enough seed to father a nation. 

After that experience I was at peace, sated for 
the moment. We cuddled and kissed 
affectionately, gently. 

"Tommy, darling, will you do something for 
me?" Betty whispered into my ear. When I 
nodded my assent she said softly "Will you 
lick on me? No one has ever done that to me." 

I had seen porno movies, of course, in which 
guys eat out women. I knew how it was done, 
but I had always imagined that I would do it 
with a girl who had thighs more slender than 
Betty's. Still, I was curious, and besides she 
had been so nice to me and would be even 
nicer later on. 

She had to give me some instructions, when I 
began, because I was hardly an expert. I loved 
the smell and taste of her, although I know that 
some guys are disgusted by all that. Betty 
really enjoyed my efforts, I could tell, when 
she cried out stifled shouts and squeezed my 
head between her thighs. I didn't know when 
to stop, so I just kept on licking until she 
pushed at my head with a weak hand and 
begged, "Please, Tommy, that's enough." 

"Thank you. That was marvelous," she purred 
into my ear as we held each other in a tender 
embrace. I never thought it would feel so 
wonderful." 

"Does Alice do Molly, or does Molly do 
Alice?" I asked, not entirely off topic. 

"How would I know?" 

"Well, you're a girl. What would you do, if 
you had Molly in bed naked?" 

Betty thought for a moment. "I'd do her for 
certain. She has an incredible body. I've seen 
her in the showers at school. It's just 
unbelievable. Then I would hope that she 
would do me." 

We cuddled, kissed and fondled each other for 
quite a while, until our sexual passions rose 
again. I realized that I was about to fuck for 
the first time, when Betty grasped my hard 
cock and urged me to mount her with her 
sighs, pulling on my body, wanting me to come 
between her widely spread legs. 

"Just do it, Tommy. Take your pleasure. Don't 
worry about pleasing me, because I'll come 
soon. I feel it there already." 

I lay atop of the girl supported by my elbows 
as Betty positioned my cock. 

"Push it in," she exclaimed in excitement. 

I pushed, she thrust and we began to fuck. I 
thought before that the feel of her mouth on my 
cock was beyond description, but it was 
nothing, I realized, to the slick, warm tightness 
on my penis as I penetrated her for the first 
time. 

"Oh, my God!" she cried as I reached bottom, 
all the way into her, our bellies pressed 
together. "You're so big!" she gasped, her 
body quivering, her fingernails clawing at my 
shoulders. I suddenly realized that I could last, 
that I could fuck the girl for some time before I 
would lose it. I moved my cock slowly out of 
her and then gently back in. "Harder," she 
demanded, thrusting at me. "Faster!" I began to 
slam into the girl, meeting her powerful 
upward pushes, faster and faster. Betty rolled 
her head from side to side, her mouth wide 
open as though she were screaming silently. 
Her legs wrapped around mine, pulling tightly 
on me, wanting even more of me inside of her. 
She began to shriek loudly, so I pressed my 
mouth to hers to stifle the sound. Then she was 
briefly quiet, although we continued to fuck 
almost violently. Another orgasm suddenly hit 
her and she shouted down my throat for a few 
seconds. Eventually I lost it, and I gasped at 
each powerful spurt. It was then over, my first 
fuck. It took less than five minutes, but it was 
absolutely marvelous. 

"I've never felt that before, Tommy," Betty 
sighed into my ear as we held each other. "I've 
had Jack and two other boys, all of them 
virgins like you. It felt good, of course, except 
for that first time with Jack, which really hurt, 
but they never gave me the big pleasure like 
you just did. But I'm glad now that you weren't 
my first boy, Tommy, because you are really 
big and you would have done me some serious 
damage." 

I immediately thought about little Alice, how I 
would hurt her, if it came to that. "Are you 
sure that Alice is a virgin," I asked 
apprehensively. 

"Ya, I know, because on a sleepover a few 
months ago we did, uh, some lesbian stuff and 
she couldn't take even my little finger. If you 
manage to get her away from that horrible 
person, Molly, you'd better use full anesthesia 
before you fuck her." 

As the sky began to lighten at dawn Betty and I 
fucked again, this time with her on top, moving 
up and down my shaft as she diddled herself 
silly. 

For the rest of the Summer, until we went off 
to separate colleges, we remained lovers, 
although we knew that it would soon end and 
we would probably never see each other again. 
  


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