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Freshman Confidential
by Annie Mooz (anniemooz@aol.com)
1996

***

A bunch of high school age swingers and the antics they 
get up to. (MF-cpls, teens, swingers, oral, anal, 1st)

***

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."

"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 they led 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."

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, Lard-butt. 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 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 book sack 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 leg holes. 

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.

"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.

"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." 

He 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."

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.

"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...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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