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Perry and Jesse
The Incredibly Romantic (and
slightly kinky) Adventures of Two Boys In Love
Part V Truths and Lies
Chapter 34: To The Manor Borne
"Well, like she said, my brother is around...somewhere. He's down
from Berkeley for the break." Jessica unlocked the door and let us in.
I was just about to set my bags down so I could hang my hoodie next to
Jessica's jacket, when suddenly I heard a raucous flurry of high
pitched yipping and yapping. Like race horses coming out of their
chutes, two shaggy little dogs came bounding into the sprawling
kitchen, their claws clicking on the fancy tile floor, sprinting around
the large center island to reach us. Jessica, her backpack still
on, knelt and picked up the diminutive canines. She rubbed her face
lovingly into theirs, allowing them to lick her freely with their tiny
pink tongues. Finally, holding a dog easily in each arm, she turned to
"This is Barbie--of course,"she said in a childish voice as she
held one of the dogs up, waving it's little paw right in my face. The
little pooch immediately began licking my face with what felt like wet
sandpaper. I was trying to think of a way to push the little
varmint away gracefully, when she was suddenly replaced by the other
little dog and its equally wet tongue.
"And this is Kendyl. Look, they like you!" I got another
tongue bath before Jessica kissed each dog on the nose and lowered them
back to the floor, where they both immediately began their high pitched
racket again. Barbie was even tugging playfully on the cuff of my
"Want something to drink?" Jessica asked sweetly.
"Ah...sure," I said, trying to gently shrug the unpleasant
little animal off.
"Lemonade okay?" she asked, as she peered into the double wide
I nodded. I really was thirsty and while Jessica had her head
in the fridge, I took the opportunity to wipe the dog spit off my face
as best I could.
Jessica filled two tall glasses with ice and then poured the
lemonade. She handed me one and then took a sip of hers. I
took a rather longer gulp than I had intended, and then caught myself
just before I wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my jacket.
"So, the princess has finally arrived...with her prince in
tow!" came a dry, gravely voice from behind us.
Barbie and Kendyl were now dancing excitedly around a tall, lean
figure. His skin was rather pale, indicating that he did indeed
spend most of his time up in the fog enshrouded Bay area. He had a
long, unshaven, narrow face and a prominent nose. His dark blond
hair was medium length and combed into drooping bangs that gave him
something of a mournful look. This effect was only enhanced by the
large and soulful brown eyes that peered out from under thick, brown
eyebrows. Only the dignified chin and high cheekbones bore any clear
relation to Jessica. He resembled the stout and bearded patriarch of
the family even less. He was dressed casually in a sand colored camp
shirt with the tails hanging out over baggy khaki pants, and simple
flip-flops on his bare feet.
"Nobby!" Jessica shouted, running up and standing on her toes to
give her brother a loving hug.
"What's all the excitement? You just saw me this morning!" he
"But I so wanted you to meet Perry--and here he is!"
The young man scrutinized me carefully, almost apprehensively,
before extending a long fingered hand in my direction. "Noah
Bainbridge, at your service," he said. He didn't have an English
but the careful way in which he spoke almost made it seem like he did.
"I've heard so much about you; very pleased to meet you at last."
I gave his hand a vigorous shake, remembering the forceful way
Mr. Bainbridge had greeted me at church a couple of weeks before.
"Um...I'm...uh...Perry...Perry Thompson, and I'm
pleased to meet you...sir," I added, because he sounded so formal when
But he laughed through his nose. "Sir, is it?" He raised an
accusing eyebrow. "I'm only nineteen--hardly a Sir!"
"You can call him Nobby. Noah sounds so--Biblical," Jessica
"She started calling me that when she was in diapers, and it just
stuck," he noted with a gentle smile. "Pretty much everyone around here
calls me that. I have to admit, after being away for three months, I
was actually starting to miss it--a little," he grinned coyly. "So
Jessica tells me you're quite the jock," he noted conversationally.
"Oh, he's not really a jock, silly. He's just really, really good
at playing basketball," Jessica explained quickly and logically.
"Ah, well, that's entirely different then," he noted with mild
sarcasm. "Moving in, then?" he asked, gesturing to my 'luggage.'
"No, it's just my clothes for the party...later on."
"The great Yuletide celebration," he noted with open disdain. I
noticed he was staring at me in a much more than casual way with those
big, heavy lidded eyes that seemed to cut right through me, and I
started to feel uncomfortable. I supposed if my kid sister dragged a
boyfriend home, I would be suspicious as well. If only he knew that
Jessica was the one calling the shots in this relationship.
"So, I'm off to get some ciggies," he noted casually. "Need
anything from the local 'quickie mart'?" The way he said quickie mart,
could almost see the air quotes around it.
"You and those nasty cigarettes! Really, you'd think someone with
your massive intellect would know better!" Jessica chided.
"That's just the problem, you see. All those brain cells, just
bursting to get out. I think the exhaling of cigarette smoke actually
helps to relieve the pressure, somewhat."
"Oh, don't listen to him. He's such a silly goose!" Jessica noted
"Very nice to meet you, Perry," Noah said, again extending a
hand. I gave him a much quicker shake this time and then reached down
to pick up my garment and overnight bags. Noah reached in his pants
pocket for his car keys. I could see they had an Avis tag attached to
the key ring. He smiled sheepishly when he noticed I was looking. "Yes,
off to turn some heads as I pull into the parking lot of the local
'quickie mart' in my shiny white Ford Focus!" he noted, with a slightly
thicker coating of sarcasm this time.
"He has no one to blame but himself for smashing up the brand new
G35 my parents gave him for graduation," Jessica noted stiffly,
as Noah let himself out the kitchen door.
"Wow--were you hurt?"
"Only my pride," he said with a sardonic smile as he slipped past
us and out the door.
"He seems like a...nice guy," I said politely.
"Oh, I know Nobby can come off as a bit snooty when you first
meet him, but he's really very sweet...even a bit of a romantic--
although he'd kill me if he knew I was telling people that!" she
giggled. She took another sip of her lemonade and set the glass down on
the counter. "C'mon, then. Bring your stuff," she said as she
started to saunter out of the kitchen.
"I almost forgot!" I said, rummaging in my overnight bag. I
pulled out a small box shaped gift, wrapped in green foil. "For the
Secret Santa thing."
"Oh yes!" Jessica exclaimed, spinning around. She took it from me
and set it on the counter. Of course, she already knew what it was and
who it was for because she had helped me pick it out when we were at
Fashion Valley. "We'll put it under the tree later." With that, she
walked briskly out of the room.
I hurried to follow, not wanting to get lost in a sprawling house
like the Bainbridge manor. We passed through a pantry area, Barbie and
Kendyl happily trotting alongside. They seemed to know where their
boundaries were though, because they stopped right before the pantry
opened into a plushly carpeted library. Two walls were covered from
floor to ceiling with books, most of which had medical titles. There
was a large family portrait on the wall adjacent to the staircase, with
Mr. Bainbridge sitting and his family surrounding him. All were
dressed formally, the two young men in navy blue blazers, and Jessica
and her mom in long evening dresses that reminded me of the outfit
Jessica had worn to church on Sunday. The picture looked recent.
Perhaps it was taken around the time of Noah's graduation from high
school, because everyone looked similar to the way they did now. Noah's
hair was actually a bit longer and Jessica had hers up, accentuating
her high cheekbones. The oldest brother, whose name I didn't know,
was actually shorter than Noah and a bit stockier, more closely
resembling the patriarch of the family than did either of his siblings.
He had a thin beard and mustache, giving him a very dignified, artistic
look. The actual staircase was rather modest, and I was quite certain
there would be a double wide, curving, master staircase in the living
room, since this house was even larger and more grandiose than Katy's.
"Where're we going?" I asked as I reached the top and hurried to
keep up with Jessica. We were walking down a long, carpeted corridor
with closed doors on either side.
"Here!" she proclaimed, gesturing to a door with a large,
embroidered banner hanging on it that read: Her Majesty's Private
Chambers in elaborate script. "Arthur made that for me one
giggled. "He's always been quite the artist!" She stepped inside
and gestured for me to follow.
It was a large room of course, with thick, white shag carpeting
on the floor. Appropriately enough, an imposing, queen sized poster bed
dominated the space. There was a flat screen TV on the wall opposite
the bed, an impressive collection of top-of-the-line video and audio
equipment, and an authentic looking French style writing desk full of
curves and intricately carved gold moldings juxtaposed with a very
modern, flatscreen computer monitor. Along the wall next to the
door was a vanity table with a large mirror surrounded by small light
bulbs. Jars, tubes, trays, brushes, and several smaller mirrors covered
the surface. There were a few family photos on one side, and a recent
one on the other side, showing her and Katy in their white tennis
outfits out on the court, smiling girlishly for the camera.
Jessica dropped her backpack carelessly in one corner and toed
off her sneakers. She immediately sat down on the edge of her bed,
sinking into the thick, white comforter with fleur d'lis woven
into the fabric with silver thread. It was pretty clear that she wanted
me to join her, but I chose instead to continue methodically exploring
the room. I noticed there were no giant posters of teenybopper idols on
the walls--not even Kirk Vandriss! There were some tasteful
Impressionist prints on the wall, and only a few posters, including one
depicting the snow-covered slopes of Vale, and another in Art Deco
style announcing an upcoming Santa Barbara Symphony Orchestra concert.
I looked at it more closely and noticed that one of the pieces to be
performed was Beethoven's Violin Concerto in D with soloist Arthur
"Wow, your brother's in the symphony?"
"Oh, he plays so beautifully, Perry. Someday we have to go hear
him perform. In fact, he's on tour on the east coast this very
moment and he won't be able to visit us until later in January."
I thought of Jesse, and how much fun he seemed to have that
Saturday night at church, improvising a song with Jason Tarentino. "I
wish I hadn't stopped taking lessons."
"Oh, what do you play?"
"Used to play--piano."
"That's wonderful. We have a beautiful Steinway in the music
room. Maybe you could play some Christmas carols for us tonight."
"Uh, no. I'm not that good, and I haven't played since...since we
left La Jolla."
"Oh..." Jessica said disappointedly. "You should start again.
Arthur had a wonderful teacher. You'd really like him, and he's so
I shrugged noncommittally and strolled a little further into the
room, exploring all the nooks and crannies. What I had thought was a
set of floor length windows actually were french doors that opened onto
a small balcony. I
could vaguely make out, through the translucent drapes and past the
balustrade, an impressive backyard dominated by a swimming pool and
lush tropical vegetation. Continuing my tour of Jessica's room,
attention was next drawn to a large, fully lit glass display case
featuring about a dozen extravagantly costumed Barbie dolls.
"I gave away most of my collection about a year ago," she noted,
still sitting patiently on the edge of the bed. "To a charity auction.
I had over a hundred, and tons of clothes and accessories. Those are
just the really special ones--limited editions."
"Really? How much did you pay for this one?" I asked,
gesturing to one at the bottom with only a threadbare tennis shirt on
its otherwise unclothed plastic body. This poor Barbie had also clearly
suffered at the hands of a very inept hairstylist. She was practically
"Oh that!" Jessica giggled. "That was my very first Barbie. I got
her when I was like two. My mom says when I was around three, I tried
giving her a haircut."
"Remind me never to let you cut my hair!" I joked.
"Oh, Perry, come and sit with me please!" she begged, thumping
I nodded, and took my time sauntering over. I probably wasn't
doing a very good job of hiding how apprehensive I felt. So many things
had happened in the past couple of weeks-- not just with Jessica, but
with all my friends-- that I felt on edge practically all the time now.
And knowing that Jessica and I were getting deeper and deeper into a
relationship based on deception, one that had no clear resolution, only
added to my distress. I carefully sat down on the edge of the bed,
leaving a couple feet between us.
"Are you afraid I might bite?"
"I just might--I'm feeling so horny!"
"You don't have to blush. Girls can feel horny too, you
"Just because our pants don't pop up every time we have a sexual
thought, doesn't mean that we don't feel the same stirrings."
"You had a girlfriend before--or more than one, so you must know
what I mean."
She was probably referring to La Jolla Toya who, of course,
didn't really exist. But after my run-in with both Melissa and Clarissa
last Saturday, I certainly did know what she meant.
"You look so tense," she said, noting the distance between us.
"Won't you try to relax--please?"
"Um...sure," I agreed with an awkward smile.
She scooted over until her thigh was pressing against mine. "You
can take off your shoes, you know."
That sounded like an innocent enough idea. But I hesitated. What
was really going on here? There was no one in the house except the two
of us. Jessica had already let it slip last Saturday that she thought
she loved me. And now she was telling me that she was feeling really
horny. What if things got out of hand? I hadn't really considered just
how far I could or should go with this lovely girl without being
unfaithful to Jesse. Maybe I had crossed that line already. But he had
actually encouraged me to be with her, so he must have been expecting
that something would happen between us. Still, what if I needed to make
a mad dash out the door? I'd be able to cover a lot more ground a whole
lot quicker with my sneakers on. Maybe I'd even make it to my house
before she caught me. It was pretty much a down hill trip..... I
sighed, figuring she probably wouldn't go for that explanation, so I
toed off my Etnies.
"This is so exciting!" Jessica declared as she took my hand and
rubbed the back of it against her tender cheek. I was always impressed
with how soft she felt. Maybe it was because I was so used to Jesse,
who was a boy, and while hardly rough skinned, obviously didn't use all
the creams and lotions that girls did to keep their skin so silky
"This is just so the way I wanted it to be," she said, shrugging
her shoulders excitedly.
"What d'you mean?"
"I think it's so sexy that we're both here, alone, in our
school clothes, you know?"
I shrugged and gently shook my head.
"I mean, because that's the way I see you every day. Polo shirt
and Dockers, Polo shirt and Dockers," she said in a sing songy voice to
emphasize the routine of it. "Well, I probably shouldn't tell you
this--but I've already told Katy this about a gajillion times, so what
the hey!" She waved her hand absently in the air. "But I have this
fantasy about you like almost every day. I just stare at you every
chance I get, just watching you sitting there looking so unbelievably
hot and sexy, and I just start mentally undressing you!"
I knew my eyes would give me away, but I stiffened, feeling that
I really might be in some serious danger here!
"Don't you do that sometimes?" she asked with sincere curiosity.
"Sure, like undress them with your eyes. I've seen you look
at me sometimes in class when you think I'm not looking," she
tittered, poking me gently in the arm.
Damn--I was blushing!
"I know you're too much of a gentleman to talk about it--but I'm
not!" she giggled, again poking me in the arm. "Mr. Walsh's class
especially is such a drag, so I like to undress you really slowly--to
make the time pass. Besides, it's more sexy that way, don't you think?"
That sounded like a rhetorical question, so I just smiled a
little and kept looking at her like I was interested. It was so unfair
that girls and boys were allowed, or even expected to make goo goo eyes
at each other. Yet, if a boy stared at another boy in the same way.....
"I don't know how other people do it, but in my fantasy, I just
sort of imagine each piece of clothing slowly fading away--like you're
looking through some kind of X-ray machine or something. So the first
thing to disappear is your shoes, of course!"
I self-consciously tucked my sock feet under the side of her bed
when she said that.
"I never really paid much attention to people's feet before," she
noted. "I mean, boys' feet, that is. Of course, I check out other
girls' to see how they've done their nails and what color polish
they're using and stuff. But boys' feet?" She pushed her lower
lip out and made a disgusted face.
"But I actually like your feet, Perry--or at least the one that I
saw--isn't that strange?"
"Very," I agreed.
"It's like, I sit there in class imagining your shoes
disappearing and of course you're wearing those white crew socks you're
always wearing--just like now!" she pointed out, nudging my knee with
her own. "And I imagine you're wiggling your toes--you have such nice
long toes, Perry. They're just precious!"
Suddenly she sprang off the bed and my heart nearly leapt into my
throat. But she quickly went to her knees in front of me.
"Let me see those precious toes of yours!" she urged.
"Gosh, Jessica. I've had my shoes on all day. My feet are hot
Jessica just looked up at me with what I hoped was exaggerated
exasperation. Reluctantly, I straightened my legs out a little so that
my feet were out from under the edge of her bed.
"I remember the first time I saw you with your shoes off--at
Katy's Un-Halloween party. Remember?"
While I certainly remembered that party, and my first close
encounter with Jessica, I had forgotten that I had taken my shoes off
in the guest room before sitting on the bed next to her to watch The
"By then, I had mentally undressed you like a jillion times, so
when I actually saw you in socks, it was like a big deal!" She
"I think I was kinda embarrassed about that because of all the
dancing--my feet were really sweaty and...stuff," I remarked.
"I told you, that doesn't bother me! I have two older brothers,
and even if you didn't wash your feet for like a year, they'd never
smell as bad as theirs did after one of their soccer matches!"
She lightly caressed the top of one of my feet in a way that
really felt pretty nice. I wondered if I was finally going to be
getting that foot massage she had been promising me since Katy's party.
"So next, of course, comes the socks," she said, almost as if
talking to herself. She boldly reached under the cuff of my black
Dockers and began peeling the crew sock off my right foot.
"Jessica!" I protested, pulling my foot out of her grasp. "You're
too...too pretty and stuff to be touching my dirty, smelly socks!"
"They're not dirty," she said, gently tugging my ankle out from
under the side of her bed once again. "Like you said, you had your
shoes on all day--so how could they be dirty?" I was shocked when
she lowered her head and took a rather pronounced sniff. "And I like
way they smell. I mean, there's definitely a foot smell there, but
there's something else, something that smells sweet and sexy--just like
you!" she tittered.
She finished peeling off both my socks and lightly stroked the
tops of my bare feet. Her fingers ran along the length of the
band around my ankle, that she had given me for my birthday.
"It's really sweet of you to wear this," she noted.
"I promised you I would."
"This may come as a shock to you, Perry Thompson," she said,
looking up at me from her kneeling position, "but a lot of people
make promises and then don't keep them...for whatever reasons."
For some reason I thought about my dad. While I hadn't been
present at the wedding of course, I knew that he and Mom had promised
to stay married for the rest of their lives. That had been in a church,
in front of a priest--and God! Clearly, my dad had broken that promise.
"What're you thinking about?" Jessica asked curiously.
"Oh...it's...uh...nothing," I answered lamely.
"Normally, I wouldn't let you off so easy, but I'm just too
excited right now to make a big deal out of it."
"Okay," I answered with relief.
"You know, if you had a decent pedicure, you're feet would look
as nice as a girl's," Jessica noted. Then she quickly shook her head,
and looked up at me with an embarrassed grin. "Oh, I forgot! Boys don't
like to be compared to girls!" she tittered.
Finally, she got up and sat next to me on the bed again. "Kiss
me, Perry. I mean--really kiss
I knew she wouldn't take no for an answer, and I realized I
actually did want to kiss her just then. She leaned in, and I followed
suit. Our lips met and twisted around some. We both opened up at about
the same time, and Jessica tilted her head slightly so that our lips
locked nicely. Those lips were as soft and tender as the rest of her,
and her slender tongue gliding around my teeth didn't bother me a bit
either. I let my own tongue enter Jessica's mouth and I relished the
smooth, hard texture of her teeth, the soft, blanket like texture of
the inside of her mouth, and even the warm wetness of her own probing
tongue. She wrapped her arms firmly around my neck; my
hands were gripping her thighs rather
forcefully, both for balance and because I was really getting into this
When we finally pulled apart, both of us out of breath, I just
stared at her wide-eyed. Jessica was also staring at me in a strange
way that I hadn't quite seen before. Oddly, I had a momentary flash of
a similar look on Morgan's face, which did nothing to decrease my
"Is...something wrong?" I asked apprehensively.
She shook her head and brought her hand to her mouth. It
seemed like she was fighting back some strong emotion, and I looked at
her with concern.
"Jessica, what is it? What did I do wrong?"
I thought there was moisture building in her eyes, but she didn't
spill any tears. Suddenly, she rushed forward and wrapped her arms
fully around my back and pressed her head against my chest.
"Oh Perry, that was...wonderful...just so...wonderful. I
never knew it could be this good."
I didn't think that I had done anything special. Compared to some
of the ecstatic, passionate kisses Jesse and I had shared, this one
barely registered on the 'hot and steamy' scale. As I thought about my
beautiful, blond angel, I wondered again how far I should go with
But there was little time for thought or consideration, as her
lips were suddenly pressed against mine again, ramming onto mine with
such force that I was almost knocked back onto the bed. But I
eventually got a handle on the situation, and joined her in another
We pulled apart and she beamed at me. I could see that look in
her light brown eyes: it wasn't that different than Tom's, when he was
getting himself all worked up. As for myself, I guessed I was
moderately aroused at this point. Jessica didn't do it for me the way
Jesse did, but her kisses certainly were having more of an effect on me
than Tom's did.
I saw different emotions flit across her pretty, slightly
flushed countenance, and I sensed that she wanted to go back to that
moment in the back of the Jaguar. I realized I was holding my breath.
But she didn't say anything, and instead began rubbing my arms and
"You feel so tense," she observed. "Are you stressed about
"I'm not sure we should be doing this," I said, stating what what
was, to me, the obvious.
"What harm is there, really?" she asked in a quiet, non
way as she continued to gently rub and knead my shoulders and biceps.
"Well, there's no parents here and we're just kids. I don't know
if this is the kind of stuff kids should be doing-"
"Kids?...Why do you say we're kids?" Jessica asked, genuinely
puzzled. She stopped massaging me and rested her hands on my legs.
"I've been having my period for almost a year and a half now," she
Geez! How could she say something like that to a boy? I mean--to
"There's no shame in that," she said dismissively, noting my
shocked reaction. "It just means that, as far as my body's
concerned, I'm ready to have children. Kids can't do that, can they?"
She paused, waiting for my response.
"We're still pretty young. I'm not sure it's responsible to...to
just do these kinds of things at our age."
Jessica seemed a little weary of my argument now and waved a hand
in the air. "Are you going to tell me that you don't ejaculate?" she
I stared at her in shock and embarrassment.
"What?" she asked innocently. "I know how boys' plumbing works.
We learned all about it way back in the sixth grade, and I have two
brothers!" she pointed out once again.
"Geez...Jessica!" I said, thoroughly flabbergasted now.
But before I could even begin to tell her why we shouldn't be
talking like this, I felt her hand...on my crotch!
"Are you telling me that, if I rub you here, it doesn't feel
good?" she asked, as her hand glided boldly across the front of my
She was definitely making contact with my partially aroused
boyhood through my Dockers and boxers, and I gasped at the sudden
stimulation. I quickly pulled back, then scrambled to my feet. It might
just be time to make that dash for the front door I'd envisioned a
little earlier, shoes or no shoes.
"Perry--my God!" she said with exasperation. "Why are you so
While I had often thought myself confused in the past, nothing
prepared me for the barrage of thoughts and feelings that
pummeled my brain at that moment. And that wasn't even counting
the uproar in my pants.
"If you don't like me, then you should just say so," Jessica
pouted. I could tell that she didn't really want to hear me say that,
but based on my reaction, she probably thought it was a fair and
I knew I couldn't tell her the truth--not the full truth about
Jesse and me--but I couldn't lie to her either, telling her that I
loved her just because those were the words she wanted to hear.
Still, she was looking right into my big, stupid eyes and I was
beginning to feel uncomfortably warm and...and everything.
"I-I'm not sure how to express my feelings," I began awkwardly.
"This is like the most serious I've ever been...like, with a girl."
That seemed to have some resonance for her and I saw some of the
tension leave her face. "More serious than Toya La Jolla?" she asked
She giggled. "That's so silly sounding. But you never told me
what her real name is."
"What does it matter?" I said, hoping she'd drop that subject
without making me fabricate more lies. "That was another part of
my life. I know it's not very far away, but it seems like...like a
different world. And now I'm here with you, Jessica." I
started to walk back toward the bed.
When I got close enough, Jessica snatched my hand and pulled me
back onto the bed, where I sat heavily. "You're so sweet. I just
love that about you. It's like you're from a different time, when boys
were gentlemen and girls were young ladies and everything was so prim
and proper...and restrained."
Well, I almost laughed out loud when she mentioned
restraint. Just lock Jesse and me in a room alone for a few
minutes and see how much restraint I had--or what kind I was in.
She began massaging my shoulders and neck again. "You're so tense
here," she said, forcefully rubbing the base of my neck." Why don't you
lie down and I'll give you a really nice massage. You'll love it!
My mom and I get one at least every two weeks at the day spa--my
mom goes even more."
"You don't have to keep doing things for me all the time," I told
her gently. "Why don't I give you a back rub?"
"That's so considerate of you, Perry, really," she said, leaning
in and giving me a peck on the cheek. "But do you know how?"
"Well...um...It doesn't look too hard."
"Like I said, I've gotten lots of massages, so I have a pretty
good idea what to do...and what not to do!" she tittered. "So I
tell you what: why don't I do you today, and maybe another time, you
could do me?"
I didn't like her choice of words, but I understood her offer.
"Well, if you don't mind...."
"Perry, my God! I love touching you. I love making
you happy. There's nothing to mind. It's not like a chore or anything.
It's something I want to do. Believe me, it'll be as good for me as it
is for you."
"O-okay," I stammered quietly. "Is it okay to lie on your
bed? It's so nice and-"
"Get up," she said, quickly getting to her own feet. I followed
suit, my bare feet sinking into the thick white shag. I watched as she
pulled the puffy comforter and the top blanket and sheet all the way
down to the foot of the poster bed. It was weird how removing those top
covers suddenly gave the bed a whole other feel--a blatantly sexual
"Take off your shirt," she said, not waiting for a response, but
already pulling the tails of my polo shirt out of my pants.
"That's okay," I said, taking a step back. "You can just rub my
back through my shirt," I offered. "That won't be so gross."
"Gross?!" she laughed. "My God, Perry! I saw you once with
your shirt off for like three and a half seconds, and I haven't been
able to get that out of my head since--you're totally hot!"
"Um..I'm really sorry I threw up on you," I apologized
"Oh, forget about that!" she said dismissively. "That's such old
news. Just hold still," she added sternly, as she pulled my
shirt up and over my head. Well, it wasn't like I hadn't had some
inkling about what was going to happen today. I knew she wanted to see
me without clothes on, but now that it seemed to be
actually happening, I realized it felt a whole lot different being
alone with a girl, than a guy. I was fully aware of every inch of my
bared skin and how carefully Jessica was looking me over.
"There!" she declared triumphantly, tossing the white polo
shirt carelessly onto the dainty chair in front of her vanity. I
couldn't help but cross my arms across my chest as she continued to
stare at me so intensely.
"Oh, don't be such a poop!" she chided, lightly tapping my folded
arms, and suddenly pulled her own polo shirt over her head. Her thick
pony tail flopped right back in place, and she was left standing as I
saw her in Mr. Broyhill's office on Saturday, with slender, lightly
tanned shoulders, a concave belly, and a plain white bra. Maybe it was
even what they called a training bra, although I wasn't expert enough
on the subject to discern the difference.
"Come here, silly boy," she said, and she pushed my arms down to
my sides and began rubbing her hands against my shoulders and chest.
"Mmmm, you're so smooth and hard...so, so sexy..." she crooned.
Then she embraced me, again pressing her head against my chest, her
smooth hair tickling my bare skin. Her hands glided up and down my back
and then boldly over my butt. I stiffened but didn't say anything. I
gently wrapped my arms around her slender form, and it felt good to
hold this beautifully slender and soft skinned girl in my arms. And it
wasn't like she was just a skinny bag of bones, either. I could feel
hard muscles in her arms and along her back, probably from playing
tennis and maybe from swimming. She was undeniably in great shape. I
brushed her hair with the tip of my
nose, enjoying the light floral scent that I had come to associate
uniquely with Jessica. I also felt myself becoming more and more
"Okay, just lie down on your tummy," she ordered with an excited
I climbed on the bed and swung my legs up. There were two
large and poofy pillows at the top and I wasn't sure if it would be
of me to lay my icky boy head on them. But she quickly pushed the
two pillows together.
"Just fold your arms and rest your head on top--that's the most
comfortable," she instructed. I did as she said, and then she got on
the large bed herself. She reached back to peel off her short, white
socks and then knelt beside me.
"Just breath in and out slowly," she said in a clinical fashion
as I felt her hands resting on my shoulders. She immediately began
massaging me more vigorously than I had expected, and at first it felt
pretty rough. But then I could feel her fingers, thumbs, and palms
working at my knotted muscles, slowly loosening them, and then actually
relaxing them. I found myself groaning with relief as I felt some of
the tension leave my upper body.
"Oooh, you're as stiff as a board!" she complained, as she put
even more force into her efforts. Eventually, she worked her way to the
small of my back. Then her thumbs started slipping underneath the waist
of my Dockers. I stiffened as she gave them a sharp tug, taking them
down about another inch and exposing my dark green, cotton boxers. She
didn't massage my butt, but started again on my thighs, giving each one
a thorough rub that tickled a little, but still felt pretty good in
more ways than one. Then she was working on my calves, and I felt
really starting to enjoy this. If this beautiful girl wanted to waste
her afternoon giving a dopey boy like me a nice massage, one that was
both relaxing and stimulating, who was I to complain?
Then she got to my feet--my left foot first. Her fingers and
thumbs pressed into the sole and worked their way up from the arch to
the ball and I gasped and laughed at the same time, burying my face in
the pillow to stifle the noise. I jerked my knee and pulled my foot
"Oh, just hold still!" Jessica giggled, now sounding only
"I don't think so," I said, turning to look down at her." It
"Is that so?" she asked rhetorically, before grabbing my
ankle and forcefully tugging my leg back down to the bed. She started
in again on my foot with her fingers and thumbs and I jerked away
again, letting out another bray of uncontrollable laughter. This time,
I rolled over and pulled my knees up to my chest.
"That's enough of that!" I declared, sticking my tongue out
Jessica looked at me, her lip jutting out in an exaggerated
expression of petulance. Then her hand shot out and her fingers got
between my feet and the bed and she began tickling me right under my
"Perry's ticklish; Perry's ticklish!" she sang.
"Please...stop!" I begged between gasps of raspy laughter.
"Of course," she said in an overly sweet voice. She withdrew her
hand. "What do I get for being good?"
"Um...I have some Skittles in my overnight bag," I offered,
trying to catch my breath.
"I think I'd rather have your beautiful toes than some chewy
piece of candy," she said, licking her lips in a way that made my dick
"Oh Perry," she said, her voice suddenly thick with emotion.
She was still kneeling a little further down the bed while I sat up
against the pillows with my knees pulled up. "I can't believe I
have you here...in my bed!"
"Well, actually...I don't know if-"
"Stop, Perry! Just stop!" she scolded me, coming up to sit
by my side. "We're not going to do anything serious, today. I
just wanna have some fun."
"What kind of fun?"
"The kind where I get to see you naked!" she declared, with
hardly a blush.
"Please?" she asked, getting that pouty look again and batting
her long, brown lashes.
"Um...well...I don't think you'd like seeing a guy's...parts," I
cautioned her, even though I felt my swelling cock starting to press
against my clothes.
"I've seen pictures," she said. "And actually, boy's parts do
look kinda gross!" She crinkled her face up.
"Then why would you want to see me?" I asked, feeling like I may
have just averted a very embarrassing scenario.
"Because I-" She cut her own words off suddenly, leaning
her head against my shoulder. Her silky brown hair seemed almost
frictionless where it brushed lightly against my flesh.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked in a quiet, totally serious
"You're the prettiest girl I know," I told her without hesitation.
"And you're not the least bit interested to see what I look like
naked?" she asked in the same level tone.
"Did I say that?"
"Oh, Perry!" she said, giving me a peck on the cheek." I know
hard for you to say those kinds of things out loud. Your mom obviously
brought you up to be a gentleman. But I grew up hanging out with
Clarissa!" she reminded me with a self-conscious giggle.
I thought of the weird dream I'd had last weekend, with Clarissa
poised to stomp on my groin with her spike heeled boot.
"But you don't have to do everything she says," I pointed out
"If I did, we'd be making out like hormonally enhanced rabbits in
heat by now!" she giggled. "That was a quote by the way."
I put my arm around her. "Don't you think people make too big a
deal out of looks?" I asked.
She seemed to ponder this for a moment. "I think it's how we're
wired. Our brains recognize an attractive person of the opposite sex,
and it just sets everything in motion. Look at you," she noted.
"You're in motion right now!" She pointed at my crotch and the
very noticeable bulge in the front of my Dockers. I put my knees
together to hide it.
"You're getting all hot and bothered, aren't you?" she asked
challengingly, an eerily Clarissa-like grin on her face.
I stroked her soft cheek with one hand and nodded sheepishly.
"You have such beautiful eyes...the color..." she said with
wonder, and kissed me on the forehead. "Lie down, Perry...please?" she
I nodded and started to roll over, figuring I was going to be
getting the rest of my massage.
"Stay on your back," she whispered.
Okay, this was it then. I stretched myself out, my body sinking
into the pillowtop mattress. I was trembling with nervous apprehension,
but I also had an interesting thought: maybe Jessica really wouldn't
like seeing a guy's parts. I mean, they were pretty weird when you
thought about it objectively; that little rubbery, snake-like thing
that expanded and contracted like some sort of blind, hairless, and
limbless cave-dwelling animal. And then there was that weird,
pinkish-brown, wrinkled sac hanging behind it--a little bag holding two
hard little eggs that made little tadpoles. There wasn't anything
really attractive about any of that, was there? And of course, as
quickly as I tried to convince myself of that, I immediately envisioned
Jesse, that day in his apartment, for the first time gloriously naked,
smooth and sinewy, standing across his bed from me in full arousal. And
then there was that magical moment at the Grand Californian where I had
stared right in the face of his proud erection. The musky smell of his
genitals, the sweet taste of his dick in my mouth....
I jerked as I felt a tug. Jessica was undoing my belt. She went
quickly for the button at the top of my Dockers, but as she began
tugging down the zipper, I put my hand over her's.
"Jessica, really think about this," I warned her. "Are you sure
you want to see that stuff? I mean, what if you don't like it?"
A momentary flash of irritation passed over her smooth,
oval face, but was quickly replaced by a knowing smile. "Perry,
I don't like what I see, I swear to God, I'll never bring it up again.
We'll just have one of those...platonic relationships," she said, as if
reaching for the word. "Okay?"
"I don't want you to have bad dreams or anything," I told her
She leaned over and kissed my belly, causing a thrilling little
tingling sensation that headed straight for my groin. Her lips worked
their way down to the waistband of my boxers. Then she lifted her head
and her hand came down and cautiously touched the pronounced lump
straining at the thin fabric of my exposed underwear. After a few
tentative probes, she applied more pressure.
"It...it really is hard!" she said in wonderment. "Is
that...because of me?"
"Well, it's pretty sensitive," I said truthfully, and then
realizing that sounded rather cold, I added, "but yeah, that's cuz of
I saw her cheeks turn a bright red as I actually caught her in a
rare blush. Then she returned her attention to my boxers.
"There's a little stain here--did you ejaculate already?" she
asked with a hint of disappointment.
"No, that's uh...what they call precum. It's like a lubricant, I
guess," I explained with embarrassment.
"Oh, girls have something like that too," she said carelessly.
Then she started tugging my Dockers down my hips so I lifted my butt
off the bed to prevent her from taking my shorts down as well.
"I love the way the muscles stand out in your legs when you're
bouncing the basketball across the court," she said, stopping with my
pants bunched up at my ankles. She gently ran her fingers over one
shin, and then the other. She slipped my
pants off my feet, and draped them over the low footboard behind her.
"Hello," she said with an excited grin, as she knelt stiffly next
to my knees.
"Hello..." I answered hesitantly.
"Who are you?" she asked, in what sounded like a genuine inquiry.
I wasn't sure what she was up to, but I played a long. "Just a
stupid kid," I answered flippantly.
"That's funny, 'cause I would've sworn you were an angel, come
down from Heaven and lying in my bed," she said, with no hint of
facetiousness in her tone.
"I think an angel would have a little more discretion," I pointed
"Maybe, but you look like an angel--you're too perfect to be just
"No, I'm not," I protested quietly. "Look at my knee."
She did, and shrugged her shoulders.
"Closer," I urged her.
Finally, her finger went to an almost invisible little dent in my
right kneecap. "What happened?"
"That was from my last great skateboarding adventure," I
explained with a nostalgic sigh. "I was twelve, in La Jolla. I saw some
other kids I knew skate by the house and I wanted to join them, so I
grabbed my helmet but didn't want to take the time to put on my knee or
elbow pads. I tried to catch up with them, but the board hit a bump
in the sidewalk and I bit it in Mr. Hemstrit's
"Oh, you poor boy!" she exclaimed as if the accident had
"I scraped my hands, and banged my knee up pretty bad," I
"And you stopped skating?" she asked.
"Yeah, I felt really stupid, taking a spill like that. I even
started to cry, and I limped home before the other boys could see me.
After that, I just didn't feel much like doing it anymore." What I
didn't mention was that in the spring after my dad moved out, I
hadn't really felt like doing much of anything anymore. I stopped the
piano lessons, the skateboarding, baseball, just about everything
except sitting in my room, reading and cruising the internet.
Jessica leaned down and kissed my 'injury.' "There, does that
make it all better?" she asked in a little kid's voice.
"Mm, I think it still hurts a little...."
She leaned down again and started kissing my knee around the
barely visible scar and then started making her way up my thigh. I felt
myself getting harder as her moist and delicate lips got to the leg of
my boxers. But she didn't stop there. Gently nudging with her nose, she
pushed the leg of my boxers up and continued planting kisses on my
thigh, getting close enough to my scrotum that she could have reached
it with her tongue. I couldn't help but gasp at the stimulating
She looked up and gave me a dazed smile, and I knew she was now
in a state of some sort of sexual delirium. I also realized, with
a bit of a start, that I wasn't far behind. She undid her own Dockers
and worked them down her hips, exposing light blue panties that were a
little skimpier and much more flimsy than a boy's briefs. She lifted
one knee and then the other to get the pants off, and then tossed them
carelessly toward the ornate footboard. Even though her underwear
dipped well below her belly button, I couldn't see anything but smooth
skin and the plunging triangle formed by the tops of her curving hips.
Her belly and thighs were as uniformly tanned as the rest of her body,
and I couldn't see any flaws anywhere.
Now she brought her attention back to my tented and stained
boxers. She straddled me, resting her butt lightly just above my knees.
She gazed at me with an excited, wide-eyed expression that she probably
reserved for opening, for the first time, her rarest and most expensive
Barbie dolls. I thought of cautioning her again that she might not like
what she saw, but there really wasn't any point. Her response would be
clear in a very short amount of time.
"Thank you, Perry," she whispered soberly as she nimbly grasped
the waistband of my boxers with both hands and gently began tugging
down. She stopped as the first of my curly, dark brown pubes came into
view and I held my breath. "I thought you'd have hair," she said, as
much to herself as to me. "I have some now too," she told me with quiet
pride, but made no attempt to show me. She pulled again on
the elastic waistband, lifting my boxers off my swollen dick before
beginning to lower them. As my erect penis came into view, a little
pearl of precum beading on the smooth, pink head, she
released a shaky breath. She pulled my boxers down until I had to lift
my butt to avoid having them tear. She stopped when she had them down
past my balls. Yeah, Jessica Bainbridge, a fourteen year old Catholic
girl, was looking at my privates at point blank range. Her intense
scrutiny and lack of verbal comment made me regret letting this happen
and I felt myself wilting slightly.
"It's moving!" she gasped in amazement. Jessica hurriedly climbed
off me and pulled my boxers all the way off. Then she just knelt there
for a few long moments, dressed only in a simple white bra and light
panties, her hands folded quietly in her lap.
I was about to call her bluff and tell her that I knew she'd be
freaked out by what she saw, when she suddenly brought her hands up to
her mouth. Her eyes were pooling with unspilled tears.
"What is it?" I asked in a hoarse, trembling whisper.
She slowly shook her head, as if trying to distract herself from
something. "This isn't like I imagined it at all...in my stupid little
game. Oh, Perry. You're...you're so beautiful. You are; you are," she
insisted, rocking slightly back and forth.
I swallowed a lump in my throat and released a sigh of relief. A
really pretty girl had seen my naked body, and hadn't run screaming
from the room. Of course, from the intensity of her reaction, I had to
assume this was her first time seeing an adolescent boy close up, and
even the revelation of my most average of packages was likely a mind
When she didn't say anything else, and the tears just trickled
from her brown eyes like glistening diamonds, I propped myself up on
"Okay, Jessica. That's probably enough. You should give me my-"
"No, Perry, it's not enough," she sniffled, as she smeared the
tears from her eyes with the palms of her
hands. "I've waited a long time for this, and I didn't know what was
going to happen...how I would react."
"It doesn't seem to be going well," I noted, seeing her apparent
"This...this isn't like the pictures, or the diagrams," she said
in a puzzled voice. "This is...just...." She slowly reached out a hand
and her index finger touched my shaft. My dick gave a little twitch and
she gasped, pulling her finger back. "Did you make it do that?" she
"Well, it sorta has a mind of its own," I reminded her.
She again reached out a hand, and this time, boldly wrapped her
fingers around my erection. Slowly, she began to tighten her
grip, and now it was my turn to gasp.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
I nodded. She squeezed harder, and then began pumping. I suddenly
realized that I was going to have to blow my load soon!
"It feels so...weird," she said, as if talking to herself.
"Uh...um...maybe you should stop doing that," I cautioned
breathlessly as I started to feel the building urge.
But she didn't seem concerned about the implications of what she
was doing. Still gripping my dick tightly in one hand, she began moving
it around like a joystick on an arcade game.
"Ow!" I cried as she twisted it in a very odd direction.
"Oh...oh..." she moaned, suddenly releasing her grip. "Did I hurt
you? I'm so, so sorry!" The words came flooding out.
"It's okay," I assured her. "But we better quit, otherwise-"
"You're going to ejaculate?" she asked hopefully. The worried
expression on her face turned to one of anticipation. "I'll be more
careful," she announced, as she again wrapped her fingers around my
rigid pole. She lowered her head, and I felt her tongue tickle my head.
"There's no taste," she said, apparently having gotten some of
my precum on her tongue. She began kneading my swollen cock again, and
this time, I knew there would be no holding back. It felt too damn good.
"Watch out... Jessica!" I warned in a strained voice.
"I am watching," she assured me as she again lowered her head,
either wanting to get a better look or another taste. My whole body
suddenly stiffened. My back arched and my hips thrust into the air and
I felt that unmatchable thrill of my first volley blasting through my
Jessica let out a squeal and lifted her head, but there was
nothing I could do to stop it now. I felt blast after blast
of thick cream shoot from my dick while she continued to hold it firmly
in her slender fingers. I stared helplessly at the track lighting on
the ceiling, just waiting for nature to take its course. I felt my own
warm boy juice splattering my belly. God, it felt good
having Jessica hold my dick like that. Damn--it felt GOOD!
After the spasms had died down and I felt the remaining semen
oozing slowly from my dick, I looked up in shock. Jessica was kneeling
there, still loosely holding my cock, a thick, gooey string of cum
dangling from her nose!
"Oh..." I exclaimed, not having any clear idea how to react. My
mind was in that blissfully numb place it goes to after an
especially potent orgasm. I just stared at her in some sort of rictus
of stunned surprise. At first, she just stared at me too, her eyes wide
with surprise. Then she started to giggle even as the viscous fluid
dripped unappetizingly from her nose and chin. I watched as she
experimentally caught some with her tongue.
"Gosh, Jessica, I'm so, so sorry!" I apologized as quickly as I
could find my voice. It was like the vomiting nightmare all over
again--and I didn't even have a shirt to offer her!
She continued to giggle and lick, seemingly oblivious to my
presence. Finally, she let go of my deflating member and made a
half-hearted attempt to clean her face off. She took some of the cum on
her hand and licked her fingers like she was eating baby back ribs at
"Are you okay?" I gasped.
"That was...Oh...my...gosh!" she cried, her nose still glistening
with spooge. She dipped her finger in the small puddle that had
formed on my belly where the majority of my ejaculate had
landed and just swirled it around. "There's so much! I had
no idea! Oh, wait til I tell Katy!" she giggled excitedly.
"What?!" I gasped.
"Oh, Perry, this was just so wonderful! It was better than I
expected. Thank you so much!" She clambered on her hands and knees to
the top of the bed and kissed me on the forehead, some of my own cum
dripping onto my nose. I was surprised when she simply wiped her face
on her own pillowcase.
"Jessica--that's so gross!"
"Are you kidding? I'm never gonna wash this out!" She tugged the
covering off the thick, goose down pillow and wiped my face and belly
as well, before setting the makeshift towel aside. Then she spooned
herself next to me, and it felt really warm and comfortable. I thought
how nice it would be if she took off that damn bra, and my deflated
dick managed a decent twitch of agreement.
But then I remembered where I was, and with whom, and I felt my
face burn with embarrassment. "I need to get dressed!" I gasped,
scrambling to lift myself off the engulfing mattress.
She put a hand--a wet hand--on my chest and gently pushed me back
down. "You're still leaking. How long does that go on?"
"Um...er...I don't really know. Not too much longer, I guess."
"I'll get something to clean you off better," she said
cheerfully. "Please don't move, okay?" She gave me a quick kiss
on the lips, and I recognized the slightly salty taste of my own cum.
"And NO clothes!" she ordered as she bounced off the bed and into the
As awkward as I felt, I realized that this had been nothing like
my recent encounter with Morgan. Then, I had been frightened, ashamed,
angry, even appalled by what had happened. This had been very
different. It had been a big step to be sure, and I knew I wasn't the
boy god Jessica imagined, but it did seem like the kind of
experimentation kids our age would be doing. I mean, gees, look at Kyle
and Melissa. Well, don't look at them, but just think about what they
were doing. Compared to them, Jessica and I were indeed taking things
slow. On the other hand, after being with Jesse, this hadn't been the
watershed moment for me that it apparently had been for Jessica. I
could tell it was as much her own inexperience with being with a boy as
any inherent qualities in myself that had dazzled her. I suddenly
became aware of the fact that I was smiling. And I knew why: I had made
Jessica happy, and I felt like I'd owed her that after the blundering
and awkward Saturday we'd spent in San Diego, and the unfortunate
tunafish-sandwich-and-Mountain-Dew incident a few weeks ago. I also
realized I didn't want this news broadcast throughout the
entire middle school: Jessica saw Perry naked and played with his
"Please don't tell Katy!" I begged hoarsely as I waited for her
to come back out of the bathroom.
"Don't worry about that. I always tell Katy everything." she
said nonchalantly as she came back with a washcloth and hand towel. I
still impressed with how strikingly attractive she looked in her bra
panties with all that smooth, tanned flesh and those delicate curves.
"Please don't!" I
She just stood there for what seemed like a minute, just staring
at my stupid, naked body.
"Show's over," I muttered self-consciously. She climbed back on
the bed and dabbed my face with the wet washcloth. It felt cool and
soothing. She also washed around my neck, and that felt good too. She
was about to clean up the mess on my belly that she hadn't gotten with
the pillowcase, when she paused.
"Just think, Perry," she whispered in awe. "These are your sperm!
Can you believe it? I mean, just think of the beautiful, beautiful
children we could have with these! And to just waste them like that...."
"Well, I can make more," I assured her.
"Now?" she asked hopefully.
"Well...um...no. It takes a little while to...like...recharge."
"Oh, and Katy will be here soon!" she said despairingly, glancing
at the antique alarm clock on the night table next to the bed.
"Please, Jessica. Please don't tell Katy about this!"
"But why? We talk about you all the time. She
knows everything...well, almost everything." Her voice got quieter as
meticulously cleaned my belly. She dabbed at my deflated dick as if she
was carefully dusting a piece of expensive furniture.
"It's so rubbery," she noted with child-like amusement. Then she
looked at me soberly. "I didn't tell her what I said...in the parking
garage last Saturday," she admitted guiltily, "although she probably
knows how I feel."
I just nodded in understanding. I didn't know why, but I wasn't
as horribly embarrassed by Jessica cleaning off my boyhood as I thought
I would be. She was so careful and...dainty about it, almost clinical.
"Hush now, my sweet, beautiful boy," she whispered, tossing the
soiled towel to the floor as she knelt beside me. "Let me just enjoy
seeing you like this for a little longer."
I could barely resist the urge to cover myself with my hands as
her big brown eyes moved from one part of my body to the next, but
always returning to that forbidden area, to those parts that
undoubtedly looked so different than her own. I was momentarily stunned
when she began rubbing the front of her panties in a way that didn't
look that unfamiliar. She closed her eyes and began moaning quietly. I
noticed there was a small wet patch there, just below the point where
she was rubbing. I put one hand on her bare shoulder and found my
fingers gliding along the thin strap of her bra. She covered my hand
with hers, and then wrapped our fingers together.
"Go ahead," she whispered, turning so that her back was facing
I reached up to undo the clasp when the dogs started yapping away
downstairs. Jessica stiffened.
"Oh, that'll be Katy!" she said with a twinge of disappointment.
"Maybe it's just Noah, back from getting his ciggies," I
"Mmmm...maybe," she crooned, going back to rubbing herself, now
further down between her legs. I slipped the slender straps of her bra
off her shoulders and had just figured out how to get the whole
contraption unclasped without ripping it off her back, when the phone
on her night table began to ring.
Jessica stopped what she was doing and listened to a couple rings
before climbing over me and picking up the receiver.
"Yes...yes...oh yeah! (giggle, giggle) Just give me a
minute...mmm...okay...." She set the receiver back down. "It's
Katy. She's waiting downstairs with her mom. They brought a lot of
stuff for the party."
"They can wait for a little bit," I negotiated, realizing that I
was still feeling horny. I was pretty sure that seeing Jessica topless
would be enough to get the old sperm generator back up to speed again.
But Jessica sighed and rubbed my bare chest, her hand going down
to my belly but no further. "Not today..." she moaned dismally as she
slipped the straps of her bra back over her shoulders. She got off the
bed and tossed me my boxers. I quickly slipped them on.
"You don't need to get dressed, if you don't want to," she said
casually, gathering up her own clothes.
I looked at her with wide-eyed shock.
"No, silly. I didn't mean it like that! You can take a nice long
shower --or even a bath-- while I'm downstairs with Katy."
"But I can help carry stuff," I offered, even though I was
feeling really lethargic after my intense orgasm.
"That's okay. We'll manage just fine for now. Take your time;
there's no rush."
"But what about you?" I knew she was already sweaty and sticky
from the show she and the other girls had put on during the pep rally,
and after our little bedroom adventure.
"I'll come up about an hour before the party starts. I have a
whole...thing that I need to do to get ready. So you go ahead--don't
worry about us. I didn't really intend to work you too hard," she noted
sweetly. "There might be some tables and things that need moving, but
really, I didn't invite you over early just to do a bunch of grunt
Well, that certainly sounded like Jessica. Obviously, she had
carefully planned this whole encounter, having made up her mind that
today was the day she was going to see me naked. I wondered how far we
would've gone if Katy hadn't shown up?
"Besides, Nobby's probably back by now, and I can put him to
"Okay, but if I get all cleaned up and dressed in my party
clothes, I won't be able to do too much of that grunt work," I reminded
"That's okay. You've already done so much today."
"I'm so...so happy, Perry." She leaned over the bed and kissed me
firmly on the lips, even holding tightly to my chin with one hand to
insure maximum contact.
"I'm glad," I said with a warm smile. I remained lying
comfortably on Jessica's big, soft bed, propped up on my
elbows, watching as she got her pants and shirt back on. Watching her
dress made my dick twitch, even though it was a little sore. She did
everything with such smoothness and grace, and I realized, in a way I
hadn't before, that girls were entirely different creatures. That
wasn't to say they were any better or any worse, or that I now loved
Jessica more than I loved Jesse, but there were things that were so
different-- good things, like the way they moved, their soft, smooth
skin, the delicate curves, and that light, floral scent. Even a lean
flawless figure like Jesse's was hard and angular compared to that of a
trim and fit feminine figure like Jessica's.
After wiggling her bare feet back into her sneakers, she went to
her vanity and touched her face up a bit. She removed the scrunchie
that held her pony tail together, brushed her hair until it was smooth
and shiny again, and then put it back in place. I noticed the dogs had
"Are you really gonna tell Katy what we did today?" I asked
She got up and came back to the bed and sat beside me. "How could
I not tell my best friend that I'm the luckiest girl in the world? That
I had the honor of seeing all of you today, and that you were so, so
beautiful, it took my breath away."
"Boys can't be beautiful," I corrected her, even though I knew
that wasn't really the case.
She only smiled and ran her fingers through my shortened locks.
Even though my hair was starting to grow out in little brown, curly
waves, it would be another couple of weeks before it was back to its
usual long and dysfunctional self. For some reason, I was looking
forward to it.
"You're so wrong," she whispered. She ran her fingers from my
shoulder down to my hand and squeezed it in hers. "I'll never forget
today. Thank you, Perry Jacob Thompson."
All I had done was let her see me without clothes on and let her
play with my dick a little. It seemed too simple, too effortless on my
part. Her reaction had totally taken me by surprise. Even taking a
direct cum shot to the face hadn't shocked or upset her the way I
thought it would. Despite everything I'd heard to the contrary, it
didn't seem like it was that hard to please a girl after all. "You're
welcome," I answered politely.
She gave herself one last primp in the vanity mirror, and then
headed for the door. "You don't have to get all dressed up," she said.
"Just your undershirt and slacks for now. Oh, and sneakers are fine if
you don't want to wear your loafers right away. Or you could go
barefoot! That would be so sexy!"
"Um..okay...Are there towels and stuff in the bathroom?" I asked.
"Everything you need is there," she assured me, and she gave me a
smile that I couldn't help but describe as a loving one, as she slipped
out the door and closed it quietly behind her.
I got up and immediately locked the door, just to make sure I had
no unexpected visitors. Then I stripped my stained boxers off
again, remembering that my mom had packed an extra pair for me--in case
I was 'in the mood' she'd said. What the heck did that mean? I
wondered how she'd react if she knew what had happened here today. I
knew she thought it was good and natural that Jessica and I had hooked
up as boyfriend and girlfriend, but I didn't think she'd approve of me
letting a fourteen year old female see me naked, let alone fondling my
private parts. So just how far did my mom expect me to go? My weary
dick began to rise a little when I thought about Jessica's dainty
fingers holding my boyhood in such a surprisingly firm grip. For
someone so inexperienced, she'd done a pretty good job of jerking me
I entered the bathroom, and was dazzled by its size and opulence.
There was a large mirror and vanity with a sink and fancy gold
fixtures, a frosted glass shower stall, and an oversized, sunken tub
with several wide and shallow steps leading up to it, all done in what
looked like fancy, imported tile. A skylight bathed the room in natural
illumination. I actually considered for a moment sliding into a
soothing bath, but decided this wasn't the best time. I could picture
Jessica and myself taking one together someday, with lots of bubbles
and maybe even some candles strewn about for atmosphere....Fuck! What
was I thinking?! I loved Jesse, not Jessica. He was the one I wanted to
take a bubble bath with! He was the one I wanted to be naked with, the
one I wanted to lust after me as much as I lusted after him. I shivered
with unnatural coldness, feeling a powerful wave of shame and guilt
course through my body. I realized I need to piss badly, so I flipped
the toilet seat and let loose a furious stream.
What had I done? Had I finally crossed the line and
betrayed my real and true love? Could what Jessica and I did today be
categorized as a little playful experimenting between the sexes?
Or had this been a much more profound--and pleasurable-- experience
than it should have been?
I stepped into the shower before the water got warm,
torturing myself with the chilly spray for a good half minute before
the temperature became comfortable. Even then, I never let it get more
than luke warm. I reassured myself with the secure knowledge that Jesse
and I were soul mates. Just as Jessica would confide in Katy, I would
tell Jesse everything that had happened--even the way I had felt when
it was happening. Total honesty was the only possible way I could
redeem myself in his beautiful, crystal blue eyes. And if he did
forgive me for this afternoon, what was the next step? Should I
call Jessica tomorrow and tell her that it had all been a huge mistake?
That I couldn't go on pretending to be in love with her for reasons I
wouldn't be able to fully explain? I think she already sensed that the
relationship was lopsided. While she had let her true feelings slip out
in an emotional moment at the mall, I had clearly hesitated to
reciprocate. She had been the one to tell me that she wanted to make
love, and she had been the one who had wanted so urgently to see and
explore my naked, fourteen year old body. No doubt she had planned this
afternoon for a long time--not so sure about the 'squirting accident'
though. That seemed to take her as much by surprise as it had me, and I
had to smile when I pictured her sitting there in wide-eyed
astonishment, a gooey string of cum dangling from her nose.
Only after I'd dried myself off did I realize that I'd left my
flat comb in my overnight bag, so I loosely wrapped a towel around my
waist and went back into the bedroom. While I had been looking forward
all week to seeing my precious soul mate tonight, I was beginning to
feel a sense of dread about having to face him in just a few short
hours, knowing that I had, to a large extent, enjoyed my brief sexual
encounter with Jessica.
The deep shag carpeting, soft and clean, felt good to my bare
as I came around the vanity, my eyes scanning the floor around the bed
for my overnight bag. That was when I first noticed a pair of khaki
cargos with crossed legs and long, slender feet in flip-flops. I
in my tracks. Noah Bainbridge was sitting casually on the edge of
Jessica's bed, staring at me!
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