Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2022 12:03:25 -0500 (EST)
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Subject: Frank's Five on First Kiss Girl Friends:  Bisexual, Adult/Youth, high school, mluti racial

Frank's Five on First Kiss Girl Friends


by


Larry Marian


Well, Arlene Jones again, still fourteen for a bit for those who don't
know me. For those who do, maybe skip down three or four paragraphs until
you get to the good stuff. For my new readers - hi, New Readers welcome
to my family and friends - especially my boy friends
Again, New Readers you might expect to find I live in a typical Dad, Mom,
Brother and Sister home that looks like an upgrade from some1950's
suburban home. Nope. First of all Dad is a doctor who works in a practice
with four other doctors, one a woman. These five doctors rotate once a
week to served as a night ER doc. So once every five weeks, Dad spends
the night in the ER. My mom is a high school English teacher but not in
the high school I go to Mom and Dad met as kids and got married while Dad
was going into med school and Mom taught. Both Mom and Dad are good
friends of a rich guy who won several million dollars as part of a
lottery. He's Uncle Billy who I really like.
Now the plot thickens. Apparently way back in high school, Mom and Dad
were already having sex. In addition, Dad and Uncle Billy figured they
were bi, and Uncle Billy and Mom started an affair This still goes on,
but it gets better. Every five weeks when it's Dad's turn at the ER,
Billy comes over about eleven every night and sleeps with Mom in the
guest bedroom. That's when I don't find them on the big downstairs
couch with nothing on, lying on top of each other like when I was ten
when I heard Mom say, "Fuck me, Billy darling. Fuck me hard." I've
never been sure when Uncle Billy leaves.
To make matters worse, well to back up, I'm something of a snoop, and I
discovered that my brother David figured he was bi and asked Uncle Billy
for lessons on having sex with another guy - who was his best bud, Ralph.
Finally (for now) one night when Billy was in the guest bedroom with Mom,
I came out of my room to go pee. I was twelve at the time and had
discarded my night gown. So I'm buck naked with 30B boobs and a little
horizontal trail of light blond hair above my still pubing slit. The
outcome of that was Billy and I made out like crazy and from then on, I
called him Billy when we were alone.
Ah, as the daytime TV announcer says, there's more! One day when I was
twelve and three quarters I met a very nice high school junior football
player named Frank who was very friendly, polite, and black. He came to
see my brother David. When he left without David I'd been undressed and
lovingly felt up to my waist line. I was still a virgin (technically) but
he asked if I wanted to be his White Girl Number Six as only Two and Four
were still in the area and Four was moving with her parents. I said yes,
but still a virgin,
So this should bring everybody up to speed. Frank and I made a deal with
each other. We did not date all the time. In fact there was now White
Girl Number Six named Molly who was a sophomore at the Catholic high
school. - (See the story about Grandmother's House. ) Anyway, I
scheduled between myself, Frank, and Eddie (my fifteen year old white boy
friend) which was known about and Billy, which was not.
Frank and I had a date every other week, normally on a weekend night in
my bedroom after a bit of TV or something. We were like an old couple, I
guess. First you kiss, then you hug, then you have sex. WithFrank and
myself our normal routine, but still lots of fun was that after we
undressed (or undressed each other,), Frank would go down on me which
almost always give me a few orgasms. (The first sight of his seven inch
plus hard cock had something to do with that.) Then I'd suck him off and
often let him know about the taste. Then, when we were ready again, when
have girls parts and boys parts unite them. Depending on the time, we
might talk or make love again before getting ourselves together.
One Friday night after we had done the doggie style as we lay cuddling, I
said to Frank, "So, Frank, I'm sure - I know - you've had at least a
few black girl friends How did we white ones get chosen or whatever?
Example, you told me when we first met that all five kissed on the first
date. Tell me about numbers one to five, please dear "
I watched Frank make a decision - he would spill the beans or shut up
Okay, Arlene. I was in the sixth grade when I met Bridget who was in the
seventh in middle school of course. We might never had met except for two
things. The first is that we both walked to school in the same
neighborhood and second, she thought I was in the seventh, but in another
team. At eleven, I was already the tallest of all sixth grade girls but
all but one of the boys. I didn't notice at first, but Bridget already
had some nice boobs, if a sixth grade boy could really notice
The second was that apparently we both still liked to be on the swings
set and such left over from when the building had stopped being
elementary. In any event, the two of us collided before school started. I
was all concern as she was all help. She was shocked that I was a brand
new sixth grader.
Because of this accident where I was all over concern for her being okay
and she worried about me not being upset. The upshot was in a week we
were walking back and forth to school together. In two weeks we were
holding hands as we walked. At the end of the month we kissed for the
first time. The next day Bridget told me about french kissing which we
tried at once and liked.
About this time some of the seventh and eighth grade boys started to ask
me when I was going to try to feel Bridge up. I had to duck parental
control to find out about that, but it did sound interesting. I also had
to remember that while they might be older, I was bigger and stronger
than most. While I could finally notice Bridge's breasts behind her
tops, I could clearly see the boys who were making trouble for me and
maybe her.
Well, one day in the morning while I waited to meet her to walk her to
school, two boys showed up, both eighth graders, one white and one black.
"So when are you and this white girl gonna get it on? You need to feel
her up good," the black guy said.
"Yep. Get that bra off her. Seen it. Play with her nipples. Try for her
pants" the white guy said.
"You guys want a fight?" I asked. "I'm not going to hurt Bridget for
any reason."
They both laughed. "Go for it. Hot and juicy between her legs." With
that the both ran away.
"So what did you do?" I butted in as I kissed Frank. I wanted to remind
him of Number Seven, who was my new friend Molly, the older sister of
Isabelle, the girl friend of Frank's thirteen year old brother Squirt or
now Johnny.

"You'd get to that," he said. It was cold enough then that when we got
to her room we were warm as we began to make out on Bridget's bed.
Remember, I was eleven and she was twelve. I remembered what the two
eighth graders said to me as I slid my hand up her top until I actually
cupped her training bra cup.
That was our start. We both knew that in an hour and a half her first
parent would arrive. I knew I had to be dressed by then. But before we
were both dressed we'd been undressed. My hand had run between her legs
and her hand had grasped my very hard four inch cock. I actually shot
something not pee from my cock before we got dressed.
I made it home in good time. We had a chat on the phone where we agreed
it was fun but we had be careful. I also asked her to be like in Black
History if she would be my girl friend. Bridget agreed.
That went on for another month for a total of four and some. Then her mom
came home one day early to find us naked on her bed with my cock in her
mouth.
Explosions happened. I got a beating for sure and my phone taken away and
hr number blocked as was mine. I got transferred to another school - and
not a good one at that. But I lived and for awhile I learned she did too.
Several years later we saw each other in the new mall and looked at each
other, now at fifteen and fourteen. She held hands with a white guy who
actually looked like me with a different skin. "Hi, Frank," she said.
"Long time, no see."
"Yeah. Hi, Bridget." I looked at her as my heart went pitter pat.
"Loose some and win some."
The boy she was with said, "What the... crap?"
She said, `Bye, Frank' with a sad voice.
I turned to say good bye, but said instead, looking at the boy she was
with, "You will always be Number One with me."
The boy she was with got tugged away after she called back, "I will be,
Frank. Alwaysl"
"So, Frank, that is your number one. Did you really french kiss the
first time you met?"
Frank laughed at that and kissed me. "What is meeting?" he asked.
It was two weeks later when we had a chance to make real talk again.
"Tell me about Number Two who you say is still here," I suggested.
"Arlene my love, a hibernating turtle is still here "
"Okay. This girl is still around, Frank,
Frank looked at me and smiled even as we lay in my bed at home, despite
my knowing Dad had ER duty and Mom and Billy were in the guest bedroom.
"Darlene is," Frank said. "I have to say it, but while she's still
around, they should have put her on a slave ship.
"You're screwing with me," I said.
"We met in Chorus when we were in ninth grade. At first it was fun. but
she didn't even go beyond a peck on the cheek. But then, even before we
suggested we meet after school for something, she had something else to
do unless it was at her house I have to say that it took from our first
chat at a break on the risers to my coming to her house for me to get her
pants off I began to get confused almost at once, But the simple fact was
that the first time we had a chance to have intimate love - we didn't
.But then it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted a brass band. Nope.
"Sorry, Arlene, you are too much to waste on," Frank told me.
"Thanks, He who is my lord or something. But you have three more girls
to talk about before me" I said
"Fact is, I'm more than happy with you and Molly," Frank said. "And I
have a shadow date with JoAnne tomorrow "
I laughed. After all, we were all getting and more mature - or so we
thought.
"So number three?" I asked.
"Yeah. Number Three. I very seldom take the bus, but I was still a ninth
grader and in the spring. I got on the bus which was full, or close to
it. I had a long ride, but at the second stop a girl got on who looked
like she was in high school. White, auburn hair up in a bun, slacks and a
sweater, ribbon in her hair. She looked at me and said "Mind if I sit
with you?"
"Of course I said `sure,' so she sat down and told me she was Francis.
So I said I was Frank and we talked about the co-incidence. She was a
freshman. I was a freshman. She liked football. I played JV football. I
absetmindedly put my arm around her. She snuggled up to me. She told me
she was getting off at the next stop, which was in an apartment complex.
I said I was getting off there but had a bit of a walk - which was a
total lie, but Francis was getting very forward - likes put her hand on
my leg. I did too, but looking at her face, I let my hand slide up her
leg, higher and higher as her legs parted further and further. I actually
thought I felt moisture leeking from her pussy.
After we got off the bus together she said, "Hey, come have a coke with
me" and I said, `Sure.' We get into the hall of the apartment
building, which had an elevator and go into the elevator which was empty.
The door closed and she hit FOUR as I watched her face flush. Right then
I put my arms around her and on the way up we kissed - hard.
"I've never made out with a black guy before," she said.
"That's okay," I replied. "I'll teach you. You're going to love
it."
"You remember all this sexy chit chat?" I asked.
"Pretty much so," Frank replied. "Anyway, the elevator opened, she
took my hand, led me to a door, unlocked it, and led me to her bedroom
saying her mom wouldn't be home for some time. I asked about her dad and
she said her dad was deployed.
She turned to me, I put my hands on her shoulders and we kissed. Our
tongues went to work at once. The kiss parted, we sat down on the bed and
we kissed again. It broke and she said, "Frank, I don't understand it.
I feel like all you'd have to say would be, `Francis, take off your
clothes' and I would.' " So I said, really as a joke, "Francis,
please take off your clothes." Of course I was hard as a rock. At once
she began to pull off her sweater. "Frank, it's okay but I'm a
virgin.' At that point she took off her bra to reveal a very nice pair
of breasts. As she began to undo her slacks she said, "How big is your
cock?" Well, my shirt was off by that time and I mumbled, "About six
inches. We were both going rather slow, as this were a dream. "Frank,
stand in front of me, please. I've never put my mouth on a dick before
but that's first." In an almost daze, I walked up to her and she at
once got my pants and shorts down about my knees. "Oh my God," she said
as she held my cock.
Well, it wasn't my first blow job, but it was okay. Of course after that
she finished undressing herself and I went between her legs to find she
was sopping wet. And she told the truth - she was a virgin. Or had been
before we kissed as I left and headed back home.
Francis and I met three more times over the space of a month before she
told me her dad had returned and she was going to Hawaii. Each one of our
meetings had our love making. which included a blow job She wrote me to
tell me she'd met a real nice guy and they were dating, but she'd
always remember me. The letter ended with "...thanks for helping learn
how to suck a guy's dick right."
"So that was Number Three" I said. "So the next two are also sex on
the first date?"
"Well, yeah," I said. "It's sort of hard to say I'm not sure I can
really say that for Number Four, for Joyce. I'm not sure but that
Darlene should count as Number Two as we never actually screwed nor did
she suck me once. So should you be Number Four and Molly Number Five?
"I don't know," I said. "But it seems to me, Frank, if you are going
to have a harem, each girl should perform to standards in accordance to
her age - and yours. I mean for a twelve year old girl, seems to me that
Bridget did well and so did Francis."
"Well, I think you are now Number Five and Molly is Six. So, anyway,
let's think that Joyce is now Three. Like me, Joyce was a sophomore and
like me there was an after school dance. I was standing around with a few
other boys, both black and white, BSing..Across the gym floor was a group
of sophomore girls looking towards us. As usual, I was the tallest boy
there and had made varsity football, though I had played very little -
like four minutes total as it had been a rough season.
I could tell that the girls were talking up to one of theirs so after
awhile I saw one girl nod her head and then start walking across the
floor, headed towards me it seemed. From a distance she looked very good
but she got better with every step towards my group. She ad a very nice
figure, a smile and red gold hair. In seconds she came to stop directly
in front. "Hi,"she said. "I'm Joyce. I know I've seen you. I bet you
dance well."
"I'm Frank," I replied. "I dance okay. But what makes you think so?"
"Well, you're good looking and I'm told you dance well." She didn't
say anything for a minute before she continued. "I mean you're African
American and such. The girls..." and she pointed towards her group,
"...think I would to since I was born a Cajun down in Louisiana and my
friends think Cajuns all dance and sing. "
"Sounds racist or something," I said and Joyce nodded her head, Just
then a fast type dance started so I held out my hand as I gave a little
bow to which she responded with one back. So we danced. And danced and
talked as we danced. She would walk home after the dance and heat up the
dinner waiting for her as her parents had some big fling they had to
attend. Then as the dan ce broke up, I said "May I walk you home?" to
which she smiled before replying, "I'd like that a lot." So we walked
home, hand in hand at once.
At her very nice looking home we went inside. "Frank, Mom left me some
real good chili for supper. There's enough for both of us if you'd like
to have supper here." I said, "Looks good to me," so Joyce heated up
the chili and we ate at the kitchen table, washed down with milk. She
rinsed the bowls, put them in the dishwasher and said, "Let me show you
my bedroom." Of course I said, "Is that okay?" She gave me a wan grin
and said, "Yes. My folks won't be home until two. My older brother is
out until about the same time. Normally, somebody else is here, but its
just you and me, my ebony king." Boy, that knocked my socks off.
So we went up to her bedroom which featured a full size bed which she sat
down on and patted the place next to me to sit. I did, with us maybe
millimeters apart. I put my arm around her, she turned to face me and I
did the same. The kiss came at once, a big, sloppy tongue dueling kiss.
The second one caused us ease down onto the bed as Joyce kicked off her
shoes. As we kissed lying down, me sort of on top, my hands began to
creep underneath her blouse. Seconds later her hands came under mine.
I really couldn't believe it, but five minutes later my shoes were off,
her top was open and my shirt was off. She wore a frilly bra. She looked
at me for a moment and said, "Frank, if you want to take off my bra,
there is only one hook. "
I took off her bra to find two very pale but beautiful breasts. I kissed
them first. Was this to be another first date love session?
After some ten minutes I was more than hard of course but we had to come
up for air. "Frank, this is the truth. There is something about you I
can't resist. I'll be honest. Last year I gave a boy my virginity. It
took two moths for me to decide to let him. Frank, I want to be totally
honest. I want to fuck you after I suck your dick. How big is it,
Frank?"
Uh. "Uh, Joyce, now it's about six and a half inches. It's pretty
thick." I thought for a moment she'd back off. Instead, she said, "Lie
on your back, Frank. Let me get to your cock." So I lay down, she knelt
beside me, undid my pants, pulled them and my shorts down as I saw her
eyes widen. "Oh my God! It's huge." Instead of backing off, she leaned
down, gave my head several licks, then leaned over me and kissed me.
After the kiss she said, "Is it always purple? Tommy's was pink."
"Purple," I said. It's the black blood in me." Before I'd finished
saying that, her lips closed on my cock. Joyce must have given me a true
Cajun blow job because it was great. I started moaning in the first
thirty seconds but managed to hold it for maybe two minutes.
After I came, Joyce got off her bed, pushed me back down, took off her
slacks and bikinis revealing the first full bush I guess I'd ever seen.
She got back on her bed, straddled me, then guided my hard again dick
into her. "Ah. Your cock feels so good in my pussy," she moaned as we
began to, as she said, "fuck." I felt or heard several cums from Joyce
until I came and then she had final one.
We lay on her bed, talked, until our hands talked again and we did
missionary it Joyce's legs and feet inside my legs. Finally we got
dressed just as her brother arrived and let Joyce convince him to take me
home - with Joyce as we felt each other up.
Of course I got grounded for two weeks and Joyce got some sort of talking
to, but once we were free, for several months it was sex at every
opportunity. Joyce did share with me that she was on birth control - good
birth control and for me not to worry about it. For both of us other
things happened but we still have sex four or five times a month until
summer vacation started. Then it picked up again with good weather and
skimpy clothes.
In the beginning of August Joyce was selected and applied for a junior
counselor position to mentor some teens needing guidance. I was totally
opposed to her being gone for two weeks, but she was all for the
experience and help that she could give to other teens. So she beat me
down and went.
Two weeks later I managed to meet her with her family. I was overjoyed to
be able to hug her welcome in that presence. But things had seemed to
change. She had less time for me and she acted strange as well. She was
very busy and she volunteered to continue to help to with this project.
In the entire month she agreed to meet with me at er house where we did
make passionate love, both with her sucking and me fucking.
Her parents almost always went out and so did her brother as they trusted
me, even though I'm black. By this time I had my license, so was able to
drive to Joyce's. Saturday night Joyce called me and said, "Frank,
could you please come to my house now? We've something to talk about.
Come up to my room." "Is it about me?" I asked. "No. About me and my
future." That sounded really scary - scary as shit to me so I agreed and
headed directly to Joyce's house and up the stairs.
The door was closed, but I walked right in to be totally surprised. Joyce
sat on her bed. On her left was a black guy, taller than me without a
shirt but with tattoos and what looked like cut scars on his chest. He
also had some tattoos on cheeks.
"What is going on? Arlene asked Frank."
"`Oh, it gets worse', I said." Anyway on his right was a black girl,
maybe our age. She and the black guy both on Joyce's bed. The next
strange thing was that Joyce and the black girl, who had said nothing
both wore a short kilt with black, green, and red tartan. Both wore a
very low and wide cut pull over shirt which had to show off Joyce's
breasts as I saw no sign of a bra strap. "Joyce, are you okay?" I asked
at once.
"Do not speak to my novice in training to the Great Black God! I am
Shamal and I speak for my novices and adepts." the big guy said at the
beginning. You black turncoat will speak only to me."
So of course I said, "Like hell I will." By the way this Shamal guy was
dressed somewhat like a Zulu warrior and half like an Arabian Bedouin,
which confused me. In any event I was going to get Joyce out of this
house and call the police. With that I yelled, "Come on Joyce, let me
get you out of here!" and jumped up towards my girl friend.
"No, Frank. I know he'll hurt you. I know you are about as big. But..."
and the girl grabbed me slick as a whistle as they say, spun me around
and grabbed my wrists. Her eyes half glazed over, Joyce slid handcuffs on
me.
LISTEN TO SHAMAL AND LIVE. You seem to havef some friendship with my
novice. Let her stay uncut, healthy and alive for my comfort. Shamal will
protect her. Watch." This Shamal fellow turned back to the black girl
and Joyce. "Sit on the bed of sustenance," this Zulu -Bedouin said. At
once Joyce and the black girl took their positions and sat down. Well,
trying to get this story told..."
"Good damn idea, Frank. Speed up," I said. The fact that two girls were
being abused was something I really wasn't prepared for.
"Okay, Arlene, now Number Four. So quick, Shamal stepped in front of the
black girl, then pulled back his robes to reveal what had to be a close
to eight inch cock. I sensed it coming and Shamal stepped in front of the
black girl and said, "Drink deep until I say enough." At once the girl
took Shamal's cock in hand, so leaned forward to begin sucking him. It
came to me that this would keep Joyce from having to suck this guy. At
what had to be about the minute mark, he withdrew his cock and turned to
Joyce "Do you yearn for my nectar of live, Novice in Training. Will you
drink in full for the first time?" My ears burned when I heard Joyce
say, "Please let me have your nectar of life which I will taste for the
first time in full." And yes, she took the cock, but unlike the
priestess or whatever, this Shamal kept shoving it in deep with each
thrust. I closed my eyes, shaming my turing coward. But it was actually
only a minute for Shamal to say, "Have you drunk well, novice?" With
almost tears in her eyes, Joyce said, "My thanks and praise, Beloved
Shamal."
"Damn, Frank. Can't get much worse," I said.
"Close to the end, Arlene." And it was. Shamal told Joyce and the
higher ranking girl to face from the bed. As they did, Joyce looked at
the other girl but I saw her bite her lip. The two girls pulled off their
top, which of course now totally bared their breasts. "Assume position
and reveal," Shamal said. Joyce and her boss both turned towards the
bed, then bent over,grabbed the bottom of the kilt and pulled it up to
reveal neither had on panties. Shamal stepped behind the black girl,
gripped her waist, and appeared to penetrate her at once. When he
obviously came, he roared his pleasure as he steppe behind Joyce. The
same thing happened. Joyce took it without sound.
The black girl turned to Shamal. "It is time to go for our mission m
Lord." So it is, he said. With that he turned to Joyce. "Unlock the
cuffs of minor punishment. Then let your friend depart unhurt. We will
pick you up tomorrow at the normal place. Do not fail to be there."
With that they were gone. She unlocked the hand cuffs, rubbed my wrists
as she took my hands. "Frank, you do not understand. You are so precious
to me, but you must leave. We can not see each other very often. I may be
going to a new school soon. Please leave now." Of course I tried to
convince her otherwise, but it failed and I drove home
On my bed later for the first time since I'd been ten or so, I cried
into my pillow.
"What happened to Joyce?" I asked Frank.
"Interesting story," Frank said. I didn't see Joyce again for several
weeks. And then, though I didn't know who they were for a couple of
days, seems that Shamal and his black girl friend side kick robbed a
convenience store that had an undercover police officer in it. Both got
shot when Shamal produced a gun as did the girl. They left Joyce as the
look out. She was unharmed.
"But the two wounded are waiting trial for armed robbery and other
crimes. Joyce went to juvie and some serious counseling. I heard she
really wanted to see me but was told I might be a hindrance to her
counseling. I did see her some three weeks ago and we briefly spoke.
"May I kiss you, Joyce?" I asked as we parted. She looked wistful but
said, "Well, you may have another Number girl, Frank, so that must wait.
But perhaps you can soon."
"Well, Frank," I said, "that is some story. I'm sorry for you and
Joyce. I hope she gets the help she needs. She seems a nice girl ".Then
Frank broke in with "She is. I think on the same level as you." I
continued with "But what about the new Number Four, since I'm now
Number Five so I guess Molly is Number Six. But from what' you've said,
this was also a sex the first date but not a one night stand."
"Not a one night stand, but having sex on the first date. The problem
may be how long the girl and I hung together. In this case, we had sex on
the first date, and after that but we didn't have a long dating
history,"Frank said
"Okay , Frank. Talk to me she who is now Number Five," I said.
"Okay. You may not like this, but -ten months ago my dad got tickets for
a cruise out of the cruse dock thirty miles south of here. It seemed like
a bet or something ,but Dad got them with two cabins - not great, but it
was a cruise ship. In fact, one cabin was what they called outboard, and
the other inboard. If you don't know, inboard means you can't see
outside from your cabin."
"I know, Frank. Let's get to the juicy parts," I said. Frank sort of
glowered at me, but gestured he needed a hug. I gave it to him. "Okay,
Frank, from what I learned in Navy JROTC, you have the helm, sir."
You stand relieved, sir," Frank said with a salute. That sort of tied my
thong in a knot.
Anyway time came and Frank discovered he would be in the inboard cabin by
myself while his mom and dad got upgraded to a balcony cabin. Well,
anyway, back to Frank telling his story about not getting sea sick - he
didn't.
"So, the first time was about boring for everything except the food
.That was fantastic and I managed to duck out from them I tried to get
into the casino, but my new driver's license sent me packing. We were
outside the three mile limit or whatever it was and I might have gotten a
beer until I saw the price, but I could not gamble. Crap!
I went on deck to see a girl I was sure was a teen, but other than she
was white and looked good in the daylight she'd be attractive I started
towards her, but she ducked inside the superstructure or whatever what
was above the hull before I got to her.
So the next morning came and we came into an island for our first port
call. Wonder of wonders I saw the girl I'd seen the previous night
before, this time showing lots of flesh and little cloth In fact there
was a sign saying the beach to the south was `clothing optional.' My
bus (I'd ducked the rents) was about to leave when the same girl came on
board, noticed the vacant seat next to me (most of the seats were white -
I was the stand out there) and said sweetly, "Possible to join ya'll?
I'm a teen like you should be. Where are your folks?" I said, "Sure.
And ducked `em. I'm Frank. I think I saw you last night leading over
the starboard railing. May I make your acquaintance?"
"Oh, so genteel, I guess. I'm Veronica, a senior in high school."
"I'm Frank and a sophomore in high school,"
"Don't believe that. You look like a senior who plays good football,"
Veronica said
"Sophomore and I got to play four minutes last season. But, I do know
some girls who are older than me who don't pass me up." I sure wanted
to play up this cruise. Sorry, Arlene, but this girl was prime."
"Frank. Sometimes for you all girls are `prime.' You said you had sex
on the first date with three girls. Did you get laid that first night?"
I waited for a reply.
"Yes, but the first night I actually saw Veronica. It was the actual
second night, after we met, that we got acquainted."
I laughed at that but said, "Let's hear about getting acquainted. Love
you Frank, but your "getting acquainted" in nice company conversation
means a penis and a vagina and not a cock and a pussy. Though I have to
say that our first meeting even if I left that encounter still a virgin -
sort of -"
"Okay, we talked as we followed our guide for our excursion. Within a
half hour we were more interested in each other than the pelicans and
flying fish. We got seats together for the ride back to the ship. Once
back on board she said she wanted to freshen up for a few minutes. When
she returned she asked if I'd like to come to her cabin. I agreed and
followed her to her outside cabin, though it had a porthole, where we
could see the ocean. By this time we'd been holding hands for some time.
We sat down on her bed, which was made into a double instead of the two
singles I had in my fake window cabin. At once I thought "no guts, no
glory" coming from a retired army guy turned social studies teacher. So
I put my arm over her shoulder. She snuggled up to me, turning her lips
towards mine. Naturally we kissed. Naturally the first was short and
soft. "Frank, I have to tell you I have a boy friend at home."
"Veronica, I have a girl friend at home," I said. We kissed again, this
time the kiss include lying down on her bed built for two.
You know, one thing about a Caribbean thing is that there are not a whole
lot of clothes involved. I began to clearly see that second base was in
easy reach and third base very possible. When I tugged her sleeveless top
up she didn't protest, even when it cleared her head. She had on a light
sports bra. "Shit, Frank. We aren't in middle school anymore, are we?"
With that the sports bra and my jersey came off, both items falling to
the floor. "No," I replied as we went back to kissing and now touching
boobs and chest. I quickly learned she liked her nipples sucked and liked
to kiss and lick my fake ones. Then HER hand slid between my legs. "OMG!
That's a horse, Frank. How big is it?" "Seven and a half," I replied.
"That's bigger than Jerry's," she said. I figured Jerry must be her
boy friend. She said she had one. Go for broke, I thought.
"It's available for viewing in one minute," I joked.
"Let's see," I said. "Sounds like from door closing to bra off it
must have been about ten minutes. I'd say you did it in about ten more.
How close, Frank? Lord, Frank, with us it was what, three months?"
"Yeah, but you put up the `I'm only twelve' barrier. You also forgot
the time for oral sex."
"So continue, Captain Frank," I said.
Veronica went for my shorts at once, getting them off swiftly, before she
got herself ready, nuzzling my crotch, licking the shaft and so on before
taking my dick in. She was good, very good. On the other hand, Dear
Arlene, I still think you are the blow job queen."
"Ah shucks," I said. "You say that to all the horny girls."
I agreed. I really lasted only a minute or two before Veronica smiled and
licked her lips. We kissed so soon after she took her lips off my cock, I
could taste my cum in her mouth. But by this time, I was on fire. Her
shorts, like mine, had an elastic waistline, so they were off in a
moment. All that was left was the thong she wore which came off at once,
my hand feeling the dampness that had covered her cunt. Then I noticed
the first shaved mons Venus I'd encountered since Bridget's just
beginning soft pubes. I knew I'd have to try oral first. I did, as
Veronica went wild. "Kiss my pussy. Lick it," she moaned for several
minutes until she allowed entrance to her love tunnel ."God, Frank. I
need that cock. Fuck me." We were lying side by side as I wondered which
position to assume. Veronica solved that issue by rolling on her back,
spreading her legs and raising her knees. "Missionary, Frank. I've
never had a black man screw me before. And I'm safe. Don't search for
condoms. Not needed. I want to feel that seven inch dong inside me"
So she did.
We had a delightful five more days, doing our level best to avoid parents
as much as possible. We slept in her bed each night, making love in it
each day and night. To do that I or we would go to my room about eight or
nine each evening, remove the towel animal on the pillow, muss up the
bed, and go back to her room and probably get naked until we got out of
bed in the morning. Every afternoon we'd put on a suit - me in trunks
and her in either a sleek one piece or some form of two piece that
revealed lots of "stuff." We'd come back to her cabin take off the
damp suit, dry off and crash on the bed for sex.
One afternoon before we got dressed after our swim, she handed me her
simple camera and said, "Take our picture, honey." So I did a selfie
that would show we were both bare to the boob line. Then she dropped to
her knees, took my dick in her hand and said, "You know when in a
moment, then took my dick into her mouth. Of course I took a picture of a
white girl's face and a black boy's cock, or the rear of it After that
she showed me a scrap book of pictures of her growing up, starting from
maybe ten or eleven, almost always with a boy and always undressed so I
got the progression of Veronica going from little girl to stunning sex
goddess. She even pointed out the boy's name, including one of her and
Jerry, him with a hard on that might have been longer than five inches.
Good things came to an end and we parted, knowing that we were maybe an
hour apart. So, Arlene, that is the former Number Five, now Number Four.
And yes, I have seen her since the cruise. Since you are here and so
wonderful, I'v limited myself to seeing Veronica once a month. She's
happy with that and I am too. I just hope you are also. By the way, she
sent me a picture of Hans from Germany. The guy must eat a lot of wurst,
as his cock is as big as mine. "
I kissed Frank full on his lips. "So we need to get our parents to take
us on a cruise together and figure out how we can sleep together," I
said as a joke.
"Simple. Me and Johnny and you and Molly. That's for day time. Night
time me and Molly and you and Johnny."
I looked at my ebony lover. "Now to learn about how you and Isabelle
came to become Number Six and maybe Johnny claimed Isabelle as his Number
One.
"Okay," Frank said. "And since we are alone in this house for another
hour, would you care to have some fun, Number Five."
"Let's see who can get up to my room and get naked first," I called as
I started to take off my top.

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