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It was the summer holidays and I was home from college after my sophomore year. During the week I worked at the local hunting and camping store in the small country town where I lived in upper Michigan. But today was Saturday, so I was just lounging around watching sports on some cable network, when I heard a knock on the front door. Mom and dad were out for the morning with my younger brother and sister and they wouldn’t knock. So I got up to answer the door. I turned the doorknob and swung the door open. Standing on our front patio was a girl, a beautiful girl at that. It was Ivy one of my longest and closest friends. We had known each other since kindergarten so I opened the screen door and let her in.

Ivy was crying hysterically, and I immediately noticed that the right side of her face was very swollen and bright red. I sat her down on our couch and asked her what had happened to her.

“Stu, it was Graham. He did this.” She managed to get out in between sobs. Graham was her asshole boyfriend.

“What the hell did he do that for the bastard?” I asked as I got up and grabbed a sports cold pack from the fridge to use to try and keep the swelling down.

“Thanks.” She said, before she continued her story. “Well we were having a picnic in the park on the edge of town, and we were you know kissing and stuff. But Graham started to get a bit too rough and tried to put his hand down my shorts. I slapped his hand away. So he tried it again. And I slapped him away again. I tried to get up but he was holding me down, so I slapped him across his face. That’s when he punched me. I blacked out for a few minutes when I came to he had left. I didn’t know what to do so I came here.”

“Damn that low life bastard to hell.” I said. “We need to call the cops. He assaulted you Ivy, he needs to pay.” I added.

“No I don’t want the hassle.” She replied.

“Ivy, I know you think you love him, but the guy is an A-grade asshole.” I stated.

“Stu I don’t need an argument right now. I just need someone to hold me.” She said to me, as she looked at me. Her blood shot, pain filled eyes stared at me, called out to me. So I sat down beside her on the couch and hugged her gently.

We sat there in each other’s arms until there was another knock on the door. I let go of Ivy and walked over to the door and opened it. I was her boyfriend Graham. The jerk that had just punched Ivy in the face. Before I knew it I had punched him twice in the face. Blood burst from his nose as he crumpled to the ground.

“Piss off Graham, we don’t want you around here.” I said from the doorway.

Graham picked himself up off of the deck of the patio. “You can keep the little whore. You’ll pay for this Stuart, I’ll see to it that you do.” He screamed at me through his hand that was trying to stem the flow of blood from his nose.

“Dude, I’m not scared of some guy who hits girls, you pussy. Now piss off.” I said to him before I slammed the door shut. “Asshole.” I said as I returned to Ivy, flexing the hand I had used to punch him. I wiped the blood off of it onto my shirt.

It didn’t take long for Graham to get the cops involved, but the guy was not a genius, as he should have remembered that I was studying Law at college. In my mind I went through the half dozen or so defences I could use against the assault charge he was going to try and bring against me. It was only half an hour later that the Police showed up. Being a small town I new both of the Sheriff’s Deputies. They asked what had happened to Graham, who had gone to hospital with a broken nose. So I let them in and showed them Ivy, whom they new as well. She explained to them what Graham did to her. It was enough for them and they said they would not be laying any charges, but they would be talking to Graham.

They had only just walked out the front door when my mom and dad burst through the door. “Stuart James. What is going on here.” Mom exclaimed loudly, she always used my middle name when she was mad at me.

“Mom settle down.” I said trying to calm her. “It wasn’t me. It’s Ivy.” I added, pointing to the living room. Mom dropped the shopping bag she was carrying and ran into the living room. Ivy was like a daughter to them, so after finding out what had happened they were quite angry. That was until I told them what I did to Graham. Dad gave me a slap on the shoulder and a ‘well done’, mom said that it was good that I protected Ivy, but violence doesn’t solve everything. I agreed with her. Normally I was peaceful as a rabbit. But if you harm or threaten my family and friends then that cute little rabbit turns into a wolf.

By this time Ivy had calmed down and asked to be taken home. She had come here in her own little car, so I offered to drive her home and then walk back. Ivy accepted and we spent the five-minute drive to her house in silence, I just couldn’t find the words to say. As I pulled in to the driveway of her home her parents were already waiting at their front door. Mom or dad must have called them and told them what had happened. I got out and handed the keys to Ivy and walked her to her front door. şişli escort

“I here we owe you our gratitude, Stu.” Said her dad ushering us both inside.

“It was nothing. I was glad to help Ivy when she needed it.” I replied.

“Did the cops give to any hassles?” he asked.

“All they had to do was see her face and hear her story and they decided not to press charges.” I told him.

“That’s good. Now do you need a lift home?” he asked.

“Oh, no that’s alright. I need some fresh air and time to wind down.” I said. It was only a mile or so back to my place.

“Okay then. And Thanks again for everything you did for my little darling.” Said her father as he gave her a little hug.

“Not a problem. I’ll see you later Ivy.” I said heading for the door.

Ivy followed me to the door and said, “Thanks for today Stu. You know you’re like a big brother to me” as she kissed me on my cheek.

I just smiled at her, turned around and walked down her driveway to the sidewalk. There I turned around to she were waving goodbye to me, so I waved back. Oh man! I said to my self, as I rubbed my face in my hands. I had always harboured a secret crush on her, since, like always. I’m sure she knew, but being the great friends we were decided not to make an issues out of it, that and she knew that I would never make a fool of myself by asking her out.

I was walking down the tree-lined sidewalk, almost halfway home, lost in my own thoughts about Ivy when I heard the screeching of tires behind me. I turned to look and saw a red SUV speed up and pull up beside me. Three young guys got out.

“So you think you can beat up our friend for no reason do you.” One of them exclaimed.

“Your bastard friend tried to rape a very close friend of mine, so he was lucky I didn’t kill the asshole.” I yelled back, pointing my finger in their direction.

“C’mon guys let’s get him.” Another member of the trio said before they rushed at me together.

One, I laid-out with a single punch to his face. The feel of his nose shattering was extremely gratifying. The second I elbowed in the face, before putting a knee into his groin. He collapsed on the ground in agony. The third was much bigger that the other two and got me in a bear hug. I was about to head butt him when I felt a sharp burst of pain at the back of my head then darkness reigned.

Oh! My head. It hurt so badly. I tried opening my eyes, but I could only see through narrow slits. I felt something warm and soft in my hands. I moved my thumb and found out it was a hand. “Mom?” I called out into the haze.

“No it’s me Ivy.” Came back the reply in a seemingly ethereal voice. Was I dreaming, or what, why would Ivy be holding my hand? I asked myself. I heard movement, shoes on carpet and a door open. I heard Ivy call out “Nurse, Nurse he’s awake.” A nurse, what the hell had happened I couldn’t remember a thing, I must be in hospital.

I tried to sit up, but couldn’t. My left arm was heavy and I could only just move it, and my left side hurt like hell. But it was the pain in my head that caused me to get dizzy and drop back down on my pillows with a thud. I heard the nurse come rushing in with Ivy. “Stuart dear can you hear me?” she asked.

“Yes, but I can’t see to well though.” I replied.

“That’s just the swelling around your face. You had a rough time lately. Do you know what day it is?” she asked.

“Saturday I think.” I answered back.

“Sorry, it’s Monday afternoon. You’ve been out for almost two whole days.” She said.

“What happened?” I asked.

It was Ivy who responded. “After you left my place you were jumped by Graham and his buddies. He hit you over the head with a golf club, then they all kicked you while you were unconscious until Mr Reddaker came out of his house with his gun and scared them off. He called the paramedics and the cops. Mom and dad were taking me to the doctor when we drove past you being loaded into the ambulance. So we followed it to the hospital where we called your parents.”

All I could say was, “are you alright?” I could hear her crying.

“Yes. But all this is my fault. If you didn’t try to protect me, you wouldn’t be here now.” She said in between sobs.

The nurse had stuck a thermometer in my mouth but I tried to speak anyway. “No, no.” I said. “I’d do it again if I had to. Graham is an asshole and will always be an asshole. Ivy you have to know that I would die for you right.” I added. I felt her let go of my hand and heard her run out of the room. “Ivy, Ivy.” I called out after her.

“She’s gone Stuart.” Said the nurse. “She must be a very special friend?” she asked.

“Yes. Yes she is, since we were kids.” I replied.

“Just rest Stuart. I’m about to give you a pain killer to help with the pain, okay.” She said as she injected a dose of painkillers into my drip. I just simply nodded my head. Tears welled up in my swollen eyes before I quickly nodded off to sleep.

I vaguely remember hearing my parents, my younger brother Rob and younger sister Alice incirli escort in the room at various times over the next few days as I drifted in and out of drug induced consciousness. I don’t ever recall hearing a doctor; one must have checked me out because I was on lower doses of painkillers and I could sit up for short periods of time without feeling like my side was about to split open. Apparently I had three cracked ribs to go with my broken arm, severe concussion and skull fracture. I suppose I was lucky to be alive. But I missed Ivy being around, but apparently she felt so bad about what had happened that she wouldn’t come back to see me. I still don’t remember much about my stay in hospital except for one night. An hour after dinner was bath time. Because of my injuries it was decided that the nurses would give me a sponge bath, so I didn’t strain myself too much. Little did they know what strain they put me under. I usually had two nurses wash me. One was a large and elderly woman who made me wash my privates myself. The other was a slightly attractive lady who looked to be in her early 40’s, but she had a gentle touch, and every time she washed my dick and balls It took every ounce of my strength not to go hard n front of her. But this night it was a different nurse who wheeled her trolley into the room. From what I could see of her, as my eyes were still swollen, and I couldn’t see out of them clearly yet, she was young and attractive.

She started by leaning me forward and cleaning my back and sides. After laying me back down she washed my face, shoulders, chest and stomach. Then for some strange reason she washed my legs next. I wondered if she was like the prudish old woman who made me clean myself. But no she had left my crotch till last. She must not have been too impressed by the sight of my lifeless dick when she started to wipe my balls with the wet sponge. I had a surprise in stall for her. I’m one of those guys whose dicks are quite small when they are flaccid, but fairly large when erect. The soft caress of her hands over my dick was just too much to bear. I had been holding onto it for nearly a week, so I let go and my dick turned into a raging hard-on.

“Ohh my!!!” exclaimed the nurse. “You are big.” And so I was, at over 7in long and two wide. She immediately covered her hand in the liquid soap from the dispenser and returned it to my rigid pole. ‘No she couldn’t be.’ I thought to myself. But before I had time to consider the answer she started to rub her clenched hand up and down my erect dick.

The combination of the lubrication of the foamy soap and her soft touch over the head of my dick caused me to groan loudly. On and on she pumped until her hand was flying up and down the length of my twitching dick. It was all too much and I climaxed quickly. A geyser of my molten come shot out of the head of my dick and landed on my stomach, after a few smaller ejections, it stopped flowing altogether. The nurse pumped a few more times, pulled her hands away and picked up the sponge. After cleaning some of my come off of her hands she wiped the gobs of come off of my stomach and dried it again. Without saying a word she covered me up with my blanket and left the room. I lay there for a few moments, stunned at the nurse’s actions, but more than satisfied with the results. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I was in hospital for another four days, to make sure the swelling in my brain had gone away. I felt much better and could drag myself around the ward for a while each day. Mainly to keep myself occupied, but also in the vain hope of seeing that nurse again. However, I never did. That was until the day of my release from hospital. Dad was wheeling me to our car when a blonde nurse stopped him. She was quite thin, and had small pointy breasts poking out of her tight nurses uniform. I couldn’t quite figure out who she was until she placed her hand on my arm and bent down and kissed me on the cheek. It was her. “Don’t forget me.” She whispered in my ear before standing up straight.

“Gee Stu, you seemed to have made an impression around here haven’t you?” stated my dad. I turned my head to watch her as she walked down the hospital corridor, her ass swinging like an erotic pendulum. Then she vanished around a corner. No I would not forget her easily, it was my first real sexual contact with a woman.

The doctors had told me that it was going to take at least two months to heal properly so I wasn’t to go back to work. So I spent day after day reading books, watching TV, playing video games and walking around the block to regain my fitness. I loved the outdoors and all this staying inside was driving me nuts, but I wasn’t allowed to do anything physical yet.

One night dad and mom went out with some friends to dinner and my brother Rob was staying over at a friend’s house for a few days, which just left my little sister Alice who was ten and I at home.

“What about Alice?” I said “I can’t look after her.” Playing the cripple card. The last thing I wanted to do was baby-sit my sister.

“Oh that’s okay Stuart.” merter escort Said my mom. “We’ve got Ivy coming over to baby-sit the both of you.”

“Oh.” I replied. Ivy. I had thought about her every day. She had stopped by a couple of times in the last few weeks to see how I was going, but did not stay long. The image of me lying there wrapped in bandages on the hospital bed still plagued her.

“Night Stuart, night Alice.” Called out my parents.

“Night mom!!” called out my little sister from the top of the staircase. I didn’t answer, my head was a muddle of thoughts about Ivy. I missed her. I missed her like I never had before.

Ivy arrived half an hour later. She had come straight from her day job as an administrative assistant for the local real-estate agent. She walked in wearing a white ladies business shirt, a tight black dress that hugged her every curve and fell past her knees. She must have already taken her work shoes off because she came in barefoot, clad in only her stockings.

“Hi Stu.” she said as she walked past the living room and back into the kitchen carrying the steaming pizza’s she had in her hands. “Alice, vegetarian pizza.” She called out to my little sister who was still up in her room. Alice quickly ran down stairs threw several pieces of pizza on a plate and went back to her room. She was a little made that she had to have a babysitter.

“What’s wrong with her tonight?” asked Ivy.

“You are.” I replied.

“Me?” said Ivy as she brought me a plate full of pizza and a drink.

“Yeah she is going through a stage where she thinks she is old enough not to have a babysitter at all.” I replied.

“Good luck!!” exclaimed Ivy.

“Yeah. But I’m glad you’re here though.” I said tenderly.

“Really?” questioned Ivy.

“Yeah, really.” I replied back. There was an awkward silence for a moment, so I chose to add a touch of humour and said “Cause, that means I don’t have to look after her majesty up there.” Ivy laughed at that and punched me lightly in the shoulder. It was the side that I was injured on, but it didn’t hurt, so I play acted. “Ohh oww!!, that hurt.” I said as I rubbed the pretend sore spot.

“I’m so sorry Stu. Did I hurt your broken arm?” she asked as she stepped over to have a look, concerned that she had actually caused me pain.

“No, not really.” I said with a cheeky grin.

“Ohh you!!” she said as she punched that same spot again.

We both broke out in laughter; the tension between us had vanished. We were best of friends again; life was back to normal. After our dinner Ivy went upstairs to send Alice to bed. We didn’t really care what she did up there, except the light had to be off and she couldn’t make any noise.

By the time Ivy had come back down stairs, I had found a movie to watch “Killer Zombies From the Tenth Dimension”. It was a crap C-grade movie but it was full of hilarious one-liners, so I enjoyed watching it every now and again. She sat down next to me and started to watch the movie.

After about 15 minutes she slid down the couch and put her head in my lap and dozed off. I rested my good arm on hers and began to gently brush my fingers over her exposed arm. Her skin rippled at my touch. I had remembered that she liked this; it was our special thing, which had previously meant nothing. Now it was packed full of meaning and emotions. I had continued to brush my fingertips across her skin for a while longer when she spoke softly and said, “Mmm, feels good.” So I continued.

But it wasn’t long before the sight of her cleavage and the soft touch of her breast on my leg caused my dick to rise a little and twitch a few times. I cringed in fear that Ivy had felt that movement. At first it seemed like I had gotten away with it as I willed my dick to return to its flaccid state. The last thing I wanted was to cause an embarrassing moment between us. Even though we had swum together naked many times when we were children she had not seen my dick since I was six. It had grown since then. But then Ivy slid off the couch and onto her knees. She crawled the few feet to my legs, which she used to lever herself up onto her knees. She then pushed my legs open and moved between them and reached out for my shorts.

“Ivy!!” I exclaimed.

“What!!” Was her cheeky reply.

“You can’t do that here. What about Alice?” I said, shocked at what I knew she was trying to do. Don’t get me wrong I was hoping she would keep going, but I didn’t want my little sister barging in on us.

“Oh don’t worry. The stairs make so much noise that you could hear her from a mile away.” She replied as she undid my belt and threw it on the floor.

I couldn’t believe it; Ivy was actually going to go through with it. Maybe life hadn’t got back to normal. In fact I think it had moved well into the region of surrealism, as Ivy proceeded to pull my shorts down to my ankles. My dick had woken up to the reality of what was happening and started to rise. Soon its head poked out from the opening in my boxers. Ivy stared at it for a moment before she reached out and touched its head. She obviously hadn’t seen a man’s dick up close and personal like this before. From there she reached further into my boxers and grabbed my huge hairy balls, which she rolled around in her hand a couple of times. Holy crap that felt good. My dick grew a bit more, but it wasn’t fully erect yet.

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Freddy reclined on the couch. He was busily contemplating the appearance of his penis. The skin was soft, yet tough, somehow. He looked at the “rings” around it, the shallow folds that would disappear when it lengthened and got hard. That wasn’t going to happen any time soon, since he had just jerked off.

Freddy was home from school, having faked a stomach ache to get out of the field trip to the local newspaper publishing plant. He could give a shit about how a newspaper got from the word processors of the reporters to the street. How complicated could it be? He rolled over and reached for the remote. There was only two months left of high school for him, anyway.

As he flipped through the dull list of daytime soap operas, ancient movies and infomercials, he thought about Justine. She was Freddy’s latest crush at school. The girl had just transferred in from some place back east — Pennsylvania? Virginia? He couldn’t remember, and nobody he knew really had cracked her shell yet. She seemed isolated and aloof. Freddy thought she had the most interesting face in the school, though. Her hair was dark brown and hung to her waist. The eyes (that had fallen directly on Freddy exactly once in the two weeks she had been in his home room) looked like they were black when she looked right at him, but at other times they looked like they were blue, or even green.

Most of the guys had already written her off, since she was fat. Freddy usually would have, too, but for the circumstances under which she had looked directly at him. He had been walking down the hall and she had dropped one of her books. Freddy had bent, picked it up and handed it back to her. She looked into his eyes as she took it from him with a ‘thank you’. Freddy felt something inside himself flip over and a shiver went up his spine. He watched her lips curl slightly into a half smile when her hand touched his own for a brief instant. It felt like she was looking through him — as if she suddenly knew everything about him.

The incident had unsettled him for the rest of the day and for a couple days afterward. She didn’t pay any more attention to him than to anybody else, but he felt as if something was going on whenever they were in the same classroom. Besides his homeroom ( English class), she was also in his music class. He didn’t particularly want to take a music appreciation class, but it fulfilled a requirement that he needed for graduation. The fifty minutes he spent there twice a week had been dull until Justine showed up. Before that, Freddy used the time to catch up on his math homework. These days Freddy spent the time pondering Justine, sitting three rows ahead of him, her hair draped over the back of her chair. Her hips were broad, extending past at least one side of the chair, but they were shapely. There was just something about her that excited him.

Freddy dropped the remote to the couch cushion and rose to his feet. It was getting late. School would be out in another half hour and Charlie might stop by, since Freddy had skipped the day. He went to his room and slipped into a pair of sweat pants, just in case. It wasn’t that Charlie had never seen him naked. They had Phys-Ed together, after all. Still, they were ‘guys’, the way American boys are. All testosterone and macho bullshit. Freddy liked Charlie, but he had never examined his friendship with the other guys, Charlie included. But Charlie was his best friend. They were close and talked about the most intimate things together — but they knew they both had secrets that were not subject to discussion.

Freddy went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He was reaching for the milk when the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock on the stove, he saw that it was later than he had thought. School had been out for a half hour already. Charlie must have skipped tennis practice to come see him. He Antep Bayan Escort padded down the hall to the front door.

When he opened the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly he was really happy he’d put on some clothes. Instead of Charlie’s goofy grin, he was looking at the substantial bulk of Justine standing on the porch. She took in his bare chest and belly, then let her eyes drift slowly down from his waist to his bare feet. They snapped back up to his face and she smiled that little smile again.

“Hi. Can I come in?” she asked. Her voice sounded strange to Freddy. It wasn’t as if she was asking, more like she was demanding to be let in. Without a word, he stood to one side and she swept into the hallway. She was wearing jeans and a kind of tank top with a loose, unbuttoned shirt over it. As she passed him he caught the trace of cinnamon scent he had noticed the day he had picked up her book for her. It was weird that he had never realized it before. Justine walked down the hall and went left into the living room as if she had an appointment with somebody.

Freddy looked outside, expecting to see Charlie, but there was no one in sight. He closed the door and followed in the cinnamon scented wake of the new girl. In the living room, Freddy saw, Justine was examining the photos that covered the mantel. They were all family pictures, chronicling the years from when Freddy had started school until last year when he had won the regional spelling bee. He simply stood and looked at this creature for a minute.

She was large, true. But she had a figure. Freddy had already noticed that her breasts were larger than most of the other girls’. But he had never taken the opportunity to really study her. From the width of her chest, her waist curved in smoothly before broadening out into wide hips. In her tight jeans, her ass was emphasized. It was nicely rounded, and the two halves of her ass were divided by the seam of the jeans. Below were two thick, strong legs. Freddy felt his dick stir in his sweats, imagining what that ass would look like naked. It surprised him, but he didn’t dwell on it at the time. He felt awkward standing there without a shirt on. Just then, she turned to face him.

“I noticed you weren’t in school today,” she said. “I hope you aren’t contagious.” She said it with a grin that sort of lit up her face. Freddy realized it was the first time he’d seen her smile that way. It made her much more attractive — not that she wasn’t, it was just harder to see when she was frowning or straight-faced.

“Uh, no. I really wasn’t sick,” he admitted, surprising himself. “I just didn’t really care about going downtown to see the newspaper place.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, “It was no big deal. Still, we got out of school for half a day.” She had started moving, not looking at Freddy, but exploring the room. She was in front of the bookcase now and running her hand along the rows of books. “Hey! I read this one. Is it yours?” she asked, pulling a slim blue volume from the shelf. Freddy crossed the room to stand next to her. It was an account of one of the first white explorers to travel the Amazon. He had received it from an aunt the Christmas before.

“Yeah, it wasn’t bad,” he admitted. “What about these?” he asked, pointing to a series by one of his favorite sci-fi authors. She nodded and the conversation was off. They discussed several points about the series, as well as some other sci-fi books they had both read. Suddenly, Freddy felt as if he had known this girl for a long time.

He offered, and she accepted, a soda and he went to the kitchen to get them. He hadn’t expected her to, but she followed him out there. She relaxed into a chair at the table and set her books down on the Formica surface. Freddy sat opposite her and shivered when his bare back came into contact with the plastic upholstery of the chair. Her eyes flicked quickly down to his chest and Freddy realized his nipples were erect from the chill. He suddenly felt very naked. Here was this strange girl in his kitchen and he was half naked. She didn’t seem embarrassed by her interest in his hard nipples, either. She just smiled again when she looked up at him. Freddy began to feel an interest in her he hadn’t expected.

She watched him as she sipped her soda. “I brought the English homework, in case you’re interested. It’s just some fucking poem we are supposed to dissect and analyze.” Her swearing surprised Freddy. Not that he’d never heard girls cuss before, but he and Justine were virtually strangers. Before today less than a handful of words had passed between them She seemed comfortable with him, though. He realized, moreover, that he felt comfortable with her. She opened the book and turned it so he could see the page with the poetry. Then she rose from her chair and stood behind him while he pretended to study the poem. He felt the heat from her body radiating on his bare back. When she reached over his shoulder to point to a line of the poem, her right tit came into contact with his shoulder blade. He felt a little jolt again, like when their hands touched as he had handed her book back to her in the hall at school.

She stood back then and Freddy leaned back in the chair. The air currents brought her scent to his nose again and he asked her, “What perfume is that? It’s like cinnamon.”

“Huh?” she asked. “I’m not wearing perfume.” She raised her arm and sniffed the sleeve of her shirt. “Oh. I think it’s something my mom uses in the laundry,” she said, passing the subject off. “Your parents both at work?” she asked.

“Yeah. They won’t be home for a while,” he replied without thinking about it. “My dad gets home first, around six. My mom works until six-thirty, so she doesn’t get here until nearly seven-thirty. Glancing at the clock, Freddy saw that it was only four just then.

“Show me the house?” she asked. Freddy rose from the chair, finding the request just a bit strange. Justine turned and walked back into the living room, taking the can of soda with her. Freddy followed. He showed her the first floor bathroom and the den where his dad’s computer was, then they walked upstairs. He pointed down the hall to his older brother’s room. “He’s at the University. It’s his second year,” he said. They walked past his parents’ room and the half-bath to where the door to Freddy’s room stood open. Justine walked over the threshold and stood in the middle of the room. She turned a full circle, taking in all the posters and the plastic models standing on the book shelves. Freddy’s laptop was on the desk.

When she was facing him again, she smiled and said, “Cool. You have a basement?” Freddy nodded, feeling something that wasn’t entirely comfortable, but that was kind of exciting at the same time. This girl seemed like a friend, even though he knew virtually nothing about her. The little time they’d spent together felt like longer. He went back downstairs and through the kitchen, Justine at his heels. He opened the door to the basement and descended before her. A hallway led to the right, perpendicular to the stairs. A small laundry room was on the left. Ten feet or so from the stairs was a doorway that opened into the main part of the basement. Freddy’s dad had finished it himself, turning it into a kind of family room. This was where he and his dad watched the games on weekends. There was a wet bar in one corner, complete with refrigerator. The floor was covered with a blue indoor-outdoor carpet. The former living room couch sat across from the large-screen TV set. A video game console was hooked up to it. Justine’s eyes lit up when she saw the old pinball machine against the wall.

“Does that thing work?” she asked. Freddy told her it did. His dad had picked it up at a garage sale and restored it. He had fixed it so it didn’t take coins any more. All play was free. He clicked the start button and the bells rang and a shiny steel ball kicked up into the chute. He pulled the plunger to set the ball off on its course, clicking against bumpers and ringing the various bells. Justine watched a minute before she moved to stand in front of the machine, hitting the flipper buttons when the ball came close. The ball dropped into the hole and she kicked another one up. She played that one, bumping the table with her hips as she tried to score more points. Freddy thought as he watched that she wasn’t bad at this. He looked at her face from the side, too. She was really pretty, he decided. Suddenly he felt naked again, and thought about seeing if there was a shirt in the dryer.

When the last ball fell into the slot, she turned to him. He had been looking at the smooth curve of her cheek and she caught him looking. She smiled a kind of crooked smile and asked, “So…are we gonna be friends, or what?” Freddy reddened because he had been thinking what she might look like naked. Something in her expression told him that Justine knew what he’d been thinking.

“Well, sure. Why not? I mean, aren’t we already?” he responded lamely. She reached over and brushed his shoulder, as if there had been lint there or something. The jolt recurred. Freddy, curious now about that, reached toward her face. His hand touched her cheek. Her eyes were focused on his and there was a smile on her lips. There was no jolt when he touched her, but when she moved closer to him, Freddy began to think that something was going to happen. When she moved close enough that her tits were touching his chest, he knew he was right. Her arms went around his waist and she moved closer still, mashing her tits against his chest. Her warm belly rubbed against his own and she tipped her head back. Freddy bent and kissed her lips. Everything about this girl was warm, he thought. Her hands slid down to his ass and he pulled his head back in surprise. She just chuckled and squeezed his buns and kissed him where his neck joined his shoulder. It sent a pleasurable chill down his spine. Then she put her mouth close to his ear.

“I love a guy who doesn’t wear underwear. Want a blow job?” she whispered. Freddy almost came in his pants! No girl had ever asked him anything of the kind! In fact, except for some clumsy fumbling in a dark theater, Freddy was a virgin. He couldn’t do anything but nod his head. She led him to the old couch and turned him toward her. She maintained eye contact as she reached down and pulled his sweats down to his knees. His dick popped out, since it had already gotten the message. She placed her hands on Freddy’s belly and pushed. He flopped onto the couch and she knelt in front of him.

Justine pushed his knees apart and ran her hands up his thighs. She took a couple of ‘knee-steps’ to bring herself close enough, then dipped her head toward his erection. Her tongue snaked out and licked lightly up the shaft. Freddy shuddered and closed his eyes. He wanted to watch, but he was somehow embarrassed. He looked again as she used her hand (which felt absolutely hot now!) to angle his penis toward her face. Her tongue again emerged and lapped around the engorged head. Freddy thought he was going to pass out. It felt so fucking good! When she slid her mouth over his cock and about halfway into her mouth, he climaxed. Just that quick!

Her head bobbed as he filled her mouth with his semen, embarrassed at having come so quickly. She kept at it until he was spent. She lifted her head and looked at him. She licked her lips lasciviously and smiled that smile again. “First time?” she asked, not unkindly. Freddy just nodded his head. “Well, it won’t be the last,” she said. She stood up then and took off her shirt. The big clock on the wall said it was only four-thirty. They had at least an hour and a half…