Anonymous - She!

I was quickly identified as a "brain" by the truly stupid in the school because I got my homework in on time, did well on the tests (though purposely not perfect), and always had the answer to questions when no one else did. I explained my knowledge of French by saying I had a French friend in New York once. Actually I'd been French a very long time ago (really a Briton). I worked hard not to overpower history (an easy course for me). I did well in Biology because I was very very interested in it and was kind of continuing a search for the reason for my being. Psychology was just fun, which made it easy. English was no problem with the writing assignments challenging while the high school dissection of literature fairly grating. The Calculus, not invented when I'd last taken mathematics formally, was my hardest course and the most time consuming. Luckily, both Becky, in the evenings occasionally, and Will, during lunch periods, could help me with it.

Because my group of friends was open to anyone, Minni was frequently with us when we went out and always when we were at our house. She was now dating Paul fairly regularly and studying with him some evenings at our house and under the careful supervision of Molly.

Molly undoubtedly would have been appalled if she'd know Minni and Paul had been making love at every opportunity and most locations where they dated for most of the month. Minni, of course, told me all the details. They'd done it in his brother's car, in the park, in the field behind our house, at the movie theater, in an employee's only bathroom at the mall, and once in a downtown alleyway. I wondered where they were going to do it when it got colder outside.

Molly, all the kids in school all day, had finally taken a secretarial job for a lawyer downtown. Thus the kids and I had the house to ourselves from school to five each day.

That two hour period had produced a couple of wrestling matches with the boys and a couple of licking sessions from Einstein. Minni and I, of course, didn't need that help at night since we still regularly made love after we'd gone to our room to sleep.

Minni had told me after the visit of the barbarian that she didn't want to get spoiled for any other man so didn't ask for him again. I thought maybe I'd plan something private for her birthday or Christmas.

Phil still put his hand under my short skirts as I washed dishes or made dinner in the evening. We'd made love on the couch one Sunday afternoon as Molly took a nap and everyone else was out.

Molly and I had made time for each other on three occasions when everyone was out.

I thought my sex life very active and varied until that weekend.

Friday night.

At lunch, Will asked me if I'd go to the football game as his date, grinning self- consciously. I agree readily though I knew I'd be alone from sometime before the game to some while after it as he dressed, played, and then showered and dressed again.

It went as I'd anticipated except that he asked me for a good luck kiss before he went to the locker room and, after spending the game with my girlfriends and their dates, got to give him the congratulatory after game kiss while half the school watched us.

Much more fun, he took me to the game dance where I got to share in his glory. We drank Cokes and danced most of the fast dances. I only knew a few of the steps but he was a good teacher and, as long as you stayed close to the beat, it didn't matter much what you did.

All three of my girlfriends were there with dates. Veronica whispered in my ear that she'd climaxed on the dance floor and that they were going soon so there'd be time for a real fuck before going home. The guy obviously knew he was in luck.

Then, about eleven, the band changed to slow dances. Will and I didn't miss one. He was wonderful dancing slow. First he held my arm out in a natural, comfortable way and effortlessly moved me in perfect synchronization with his body. Then he moved my hand to his shoulder and his lips to my ear. He held me so tight to him, I could only move with him. And finally, I put my arms around his neck, his around my waist, and his lips moved to my neck and chin and, ultimately, to my mouth. It was fantastically arousing and I found myself moving rhythmically against his thigh.

After two dances, I was having trouble focusing my eyes or catching my breath and knew my panties were soaked. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing he could hardly walk and had to stay very close behind me to hide what I'd helped him produce.

He accepted more congratulations when we left, a couple of his teammates kidding him about what we were going to do now.

We drove to the bluff that overlooks town and parked. It was ridiculous with my experiences even in the prior week. And it was great.

He wooed me. That's the only way I can think of to explain it properly. We talked quietly. We looked at the lights of town. We talked about the stars and picked out constellations. I leaned across his lap, cushioned from the car door by his arm and turned sideways on the seat. We kissed very softly, just our lips meeting, for a very long time. He rested his hand lovingly on my stomach. And we looked at each other from that most uncomplimentary of distances – about two inches – seeing no faults.

I moved his hand onto the rise of my shirtwaist dress and he undemandingly rubbed my breast through the layers of material. I felt his tongue first on my lips as I unbuttoned my dress to give him access to my bra. I felt his tongue inside my mouth first as I undid my bra for him and felt him touch my skin very softly.

I felt his own excitement against my back first when I unbuttoned the dress the rest of the way, allowing him to look at my naked stomach and the French-cut lace panties I had been soaking for the last two hours. We could both smell my musky odors at the same time because our noses were within an inch of each other.

I felt his involuntary pelvic motions first as I guided his hand to my panties. I heard and felt his first moan in my mouth as I pushed my panties down and over my knees, lifting my legs to him so he could take them the rest of the way off. I had my first climax as his lips covered my nipple and his finger moved inside and over me.

He had his first climax moments after I turned over, pushed his pants down his legs, and covered him with my mouth. Seconds later, I had my second climax here as he began playing with me as I pumped my front into the car seat under me.

Finally, he slid the car seat back and moved me around to straddle him. I had still another climax as my head hit the roof of the car, his come pouring into me from below and his mouth mauling my breasts.

We used our underwear and a pocket pack of Kleenex to clean up before I lay back against his arm again, enjoying his hand intimately between my legs, rubbing my stomach and thighs, and molding to my breasts.

"I'm sorry, Sue," he whispered softly.

"For what?" I asked with disbelief. "You've got nothing to be sorry for."

"Yes, I do. I haven't told you about myself and…" He stopped and I waited for him. "… And I can't right now."

"Then I should be sorry as well," I said. "I think that my secrets are far more than yours."

He laughed softly but was not convinced.

"Oh, Sue. If you only knew." He leaned his head back against the seat back for a long time before continuing. I wasn't going to keep him from whatever he believed and I wasn't in a position where I could tell him about myself. "If I told you, you'd think I was insane, at best. At worst, you'd run in fear."

"Now I'm intrigued," I said. "As my brothers would say, 'I'll bet a thousand thousand dollars' you couldn't shock me or make me afraid of you."

"For me, it would be a very good bet," he laughed. "And maybe sometime. But not yet. I can't risk losing you yet."