Message-ID: <28141asstr$978379809@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: kellis X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Subject: {ASSM} Double Duty (mf mf first teen) {Varangian} Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 15:10:09 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates Double Duty a Short Story by Varangian Copyright (C) 2000, Varangian Christopher's pug nose was a bit askew, his brown eyes too large, almost owlish, and his pale, delicate mouth small as a young girl's. The boy was not pretty and certainly not handsome, but his otherwise agreeable face appeared to be much younger than his eighteen years. He was also somewhat short, 5'9", and slender, which further contributed to the false impression that he was fifteen or sixteen. He was, however, a freshman at the local university, to which he took a bus from his cousin's house every weekday. He was an awkward, intelligent boy who was clueless about girls and uncomfortable with guys. Cruel or insensitive persons dismissed him as a geek, but he was not that freaky, not that obsessed with a particular technology or area of knowledge. He understood his physical and social shortcomings, yet he retained a healthy, positive self-image. He knew he would grow out of his current awkwardness, that he would in time become a productive, successful adult. The entrance to that new, more promising world, he was convinced, was hidden by the pubic hair of some girl: he would not begin to grow up until he got laid for the first time. But the immediate prospects for that were as daunting as scaling Mount Everest. * * * "Don't squirt me!" Melinda squealed as she dodged the spray from Chris' hose. "Sorry," he apologized and trained the stream of water on the back of the car where it spattered in all directions. Washing the family car was a Saturday morning ritual, when the weather permitted, and it was the most rewarding of the chores assigned to the two young people, because in return they were permitted to use the vehicle from time to time. They had already vacuumed and dusted inside. "I'll get the towels," Melinda announced when Chris turned off the hose, having completed the wet part of the job. He watched her jump up the back stairs two at a time. He acknowledged she was a lovely sight, clad just in short shorts and a skimpy halter, her moist limbs so well proportioned. She was his age and the physical model of the girl of his dreams, but he did not for a moment lust after Melinda. They had been pals forever, and besides she was family, Cousin Emma's daughter. The pretty, blond girl burst onto the porch with an arm full of towels, letting the screen door slam behind her. Her modest breasts scarcely jiggled as she clamored barefoot down the stairs. "Let's hurry," she urged him. "The movie begins in half an hour." "Do you kids have time for lunch?" Emma called to them from behind the screen. "No, Mom. We'll get something at the mall." They busied themselves with drying the green Taurus, working in silence until they were finished. "You take care of the towels, Chris," Melinda finally said and ran for the porch. "I have to put on some dry clothes." He too would have to change, of course, but he knew he would be finished minutes earlier than she, who for some reason always spent so much time in front of a mirror. * * * "That was a dumb movie," Chris grumbled as they sat in the mall's food court eating hamburgers. "It was supposed to be sci-fi." "But it was set in the future," Melinda protested. "For what purpose? It was just a love story. There was no action." "What about them naked in bed obviously fucking. You don't call that action?" "You couldn't see what they were doing." "Well, you could imagine it!" "Perhaps you could, Melinda, but not me." "Just what do you mean, perhaps _I_ could?" "I mean I don't have any experience with, with _that_." "And you suppose I do?" she retorted indignantly. "You went with Craig for two years, didn't you?" "You can really be dense at times, Chris. All Craig and I did was a little kissing, and not much of that." "Really? Weren't you ever, you know, curious?" "Guys are a lot more curious than girls, Chris. You should know that." "But weren't you ever curious?" "Of course I was!" she exclaimed, blushing deeply. "But I never let him touch me." "Never?" "Maybe once or twice," she mumbled, then asked with a bit of rancor, "Why are we talking about this?" "I don't know. It had something to do with the movie." Melinda looked at him closely. "You've never even kissed a girl, have you?" "I've never had a date. You know that." "Why don't you try it with Kelly?" she asked slyly. "She'll let you kiss her." "She'd kiss anyone, you know. Besides she's too fat." "She's not really fat, just a bit heavy. It's obvious she likes you. She'd let you do a lot more than just kiss." "And what then, Melinda? I'd be stuck with her. I'd have to be her boy friend." "Probably, at least for a while. But she would be more than what you have now, which is nothing." "I don't want a girl friend. I just want to learn about it." "It?" "You know what I mean." "Well, Chris, most guys your age know a lot more than you about _it_." "That's not my fault!" he insisted vehemently, tears welling in his eyes. "You're too sensitive, Chris," she said sympathetically, placing a hand over his. "I don't want a girl friend, Melinda. I just need a pal to teach me a few things." "A pal?" She almost gasped, knowing that she was Chris' only pal. Hurriedly she changed the subject. "There's Terry!" She waved at a girl who stood near the food stand. Terry smiled, waved back and walked toward their table. She had raven hair cut Dutch boy style that emphasized the paleness of her oval face. She was very pretty. "Hi Melinda," she said with a warm smile. "Hi, Chris," she added abruptly, otherwise ignoring the boy. Chris stared at her with a certain longing, not for the first time. She was a couple of inches shorter than he and seemed to have a perfect, slender body. Of all the girls he had ever known she was the one he would like to have as his girl friend. But of course that was out of the question. She scarcely ever took notice of him, and besides rumor had it she preferred girls to boys. "Do you want some more Coke?" he asked, rising from the table. Terry ignored him, but Melinda grinned up affirmatively. Chris walked away and then stopped to look back. Terry was hunched over the table talking animatedly. One of her fingers played with Melinda's hand. When Chris returned to the table with three Cokes, Terry was gone. "What were you talking about?" he asked, wondering what to do with the extra drink. "Just girl stuff," Melinda replied with a smile. "You like her, don't you?" He nodded and blushed as he sat down. "So, you're willing to have a girl friend after all!" Melinda chortled. "Fat chance with her," he mumbled in reply. "Perhaps so, Chris, at least for now. But she has sometimes asked about you. She's a bit shy, you know. Maybe you should work on her. She's going to sleep over tonight." "I wouldn't know how to begin," he moaned. "I don't have a clue." "Maybe I could teach you a few things," she said a bit wistfully, taking hold of his hand. "After all, we are pals." * * * "Kids," Emma called up the stairs. "We're not kids any more, Mom," Melinda yelled back. "Yes, that's my point. I'm going to spend the night with Grandma Horger. You two can take care of your own supper." "Terry is sleeping over tonight," Melinda called down the stairs. "That's fine, dear. Just don't be too rowdy." Chris and Melinda stood in the latter's bedroom gazing out the window as Emma backed the Taurus down the driveway. "So," she finally said, turning to him, "I suppose I could teach you how to kiss properly." "What do you mean, 'properly?'" "Well, some boys, many of them, think that if a girl lets them kiss they have an invitation to grope. That's not so. In fact that's a real turn off for most girls." "I won't grope," Chris promised and stood close to her waiting for the kiss. "No, no! The guy is supposed to take the initiative. You're supposed to kiss me." Chris, blushing, put his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to hers. "That's better. Now try it with more feeling. Pretend I'm Terry." He took Melinda into his arms and kissed her the way he had seen it done in the movies. She embraced him and kissed back with evident eagerness, even flicking the tip of her tongue at his lips. It became sloppy after a minute. "That's very nice, Chris, very nice, but you don't have to get so wet." "Let's do it lying down," he whispered into her ear. Melinda stood apart from him for a moment with an uncertain look on her face. "Let's take our shoes off first," she suggested and sat on the edge of the bed. They lay on the bed beside each other, for a moment embarrassed, but they then began to kiss with a growing fervor. Melinda squirmed in excitement as Chris lay half atop her, holding her in an embrace, their tongues dueling. "Would Terry let me start groping her now?" Chris gasped. "I think so, darling," Melinda sighed dreamily. Chris palmed her modest left breast with a quivering hand. She moaned at the touch. "It's so soft!" he exclaimed. "May I see it?" Melinda, her eyes closed, failed to reply, but she did not protest when his fingers fumbled at the buttons of her blouse. She lifted her upper body to aid him in removing the garment. "How do you get this off?" he asked, pulling on her bra. She sat up and looked down at him as she reached behind to unsnap it. "You're pretending you're with Terry, right?" she asked nervously. "Yeah," he responded unconvincingly, his face wide in anticipation as her bra began to move. "Oooh!" he exclaimed when her pale orbs came into view. He fell upon them with his mouth and hands, crashing Melinda back down onto the bed. "Not so rough!" she squealed, giggling for a moment, before she began to moan as he nibbled on her hard nipple. She fondled his head with one hand, and with the other guided his hand to her crotch. "Rub me there," she gasped, moving his fingers to just the right spot. She wriggled in growing pleasure, repositioned his fingers that had gone astray, and surrendered herself to an orgasm that quickly approached. "Oh, god!" she cried out. "Did I hurt you," Chris asked with concern, rising up on an elbow to look down on her. "Don't stop! Please!" she begged him, repositioning his fingers. She soon made a sudden loud noise on a quick intake of breath and her body went rigid. "Take off my jeans," she demanded in a hoarse voice after she had regained a small measure of composure. Chris obeyed, pulling them down as he squatted on the bed, marveling at the softness of her thighs. "Now my panties," she gasped. "I look just like Terry, when I'm naked," she lied. She raised her butt again. Chris stared at her dense pubic bush, light brown and moist. He knew a magic hole was hidden somewhere in that patch. He began to undress almost unconsciously as he gazed at the lovely, naked girl. Melinda looked up at him, at his boyish chest. She wished he would hurry with his trousers. And then they were off to reveal soft thighs, almost girlish in their shapely smoothness. She leaned up to pull on his underpants. She smiled at the loveliness of his virginal cock, when it came into view, respectably long and fat. She pulled him down on top of her. With her knees raised high she guided his member to her guarded hole. "I want you to be the first one, Chris," she gasped, out of control with lust. "Just push it in and then take it out immediately." They pressed together and he ripped into her. "Ow!" she exclaimed at the hurt, which was not as bad as she had feared. But Chris did not pull out. He squealed in orgasm after two pumps and spewed into her. "Oh my god! Chris! What have you done?" she screamed and pushed him off her. She jumped from the bed and raced from the room, semen running down an inner thigh. Chris followed her after a moment, finding her downstairs frantically rummaging in a kitchen cupboard. She grabbed a pot, poured some vinegar into it and then held it under an open faucet. She sucked some the liquid up into a turkey baster that she jammed into her vagina as she half-squatted in the middle of the kitchen. She douched herself numerous times until the floor was awash. "Will that help?" Chris asked, knowing very well the problem. "I hope so. God I hope so." Melinda moaned on the verge of tears. "I can always marry you," he offered sincerely. "Please, please, Chris, don't say anything. Just go get dressed." * * * Somewhat later, when the door bell rang announcing Terry's arrival, Chris sat on the edge of his bed, recently showered and clad in fresh clothes. He stood and breathed deeply. He felt taller and more confident of himself, no longer a virgin, no longer just an awkward boy. The noise of the chattering girls came closer as they ascended the stairs then became muffled when Melinda closed her door. He heard some loud exclamations, Terry's voice, followed by near silence, perhaps whispers. Leaving his room Chris went downstairs to grab a snack and watch TV. The girls did not appear for over an hour, and then they went directly into the kitchen without disturbing him in the living room. He did not feel the least bit guilty about what had happened. He would indeed marry Melinda, if it came to that. But he mostly thought about getting some condoms, because he was eager to fuck again. Terry then came into the room and sat in a chair opposite the couch upon which he lounged, staring wordlessly at him. He stared back, emboldened by his new confidence. He examined her pale face, which he considered stunning, as well as the small mounds that pushed at her blouse and her slender thighs that were sheathed so tightly by her jeans. "She told me all about it, Chris," Terry finally spoke. "I didn't realize you two were so close." "We're closer than you can understand." "I understand it." "Do you really?" "I'm not a child, Terry." "No. Not any longer." "Melinda told me to pretend it was you." "Did you?" "I tried to for the most part, but things, got, you know, out of control." "Do you fantasize about me, Chris?" she asked with a cock of her head. "Yes, sometimes. Does that upset you? I think you're beautiful." "Thank you. No, it does not upset me. I suppose it's a compliment, even coming from a boy." "You prefer girls, don't you?" "Usually, but I'm not a dyke, not entirely." "Then there's hope for me?" Chris grinned. "Perhaps." "But I may be getting married soon, Terry." "To Melinda? I don't think so. I doubt you got her pregnant, Chris, because she's at a rather safe time in her cycle." "You know about such things, do you?" "Yes, I do. Even a virgin can know about that." Chris smiled warmly at the pretty girl. "You smile because I'm a virgin?" "No, because I sense that you no longer want to be one." "You're growing up quickly, Chris. "I experienced an epiphany this afternoon." Terry looked at him intently. "Can I trust you?" she asked in a low voice. "I don't want people talking about me." "Do you think I would boast about my conquests?" "You didn't conquer Melinda, Chris. You were handed a gift." At that point Melinda swept into the room with a brilliant smile on her face. "Come on, Chris," she said. "Set the table. Dinner is almost ready." * * * It was a jolly supper. Melinda was obviously relieved to have learned from Terry that she was not likely pregnant. The two girls did not conceal their deep affection for one another. They touched constantly even as Melinda held Chris' hand. "Is there room for me in this love fest?" he asked half in jest. Neither of them replied. Melinda lowered her head demurely, but Terry stared straight at the boy. "We're no longer just pals, are we Melinda?" he asked. She shook her head slightly, squeezed his hand, then looked into his face. "It's amazing how quickly things can change," she said in a soft voice. "Do you think you can share her, Chris?" Terry asked with an intent stare. He took a breath. "Yes, I'm certain of it. I think we should all be equal in this. Do ... you have a gift for me?" Terry blushed slightly but nodded her head affirmatively. Melinda, understanding at once, asked excitedly, "May I watch?" "Yes, of course," Chris replied and rose to his feet. Terry and Melinda stood also. They went to Melinda's room where Terry stopped rather stiffly at the foot of the bed. She stated ruefully, "I suppose this is going to hurt." "It wasn't too bad, Terry, at least not for me," Melinda said encouragingly. Terry shook off Chris' hand, when he sought to undo the buttons of her blouse. "Let's get undressed in a civilized manner," she almost barked, clearly not yet comfortable with this commitment. They disrobed separately and solemnly, although their eyes darted to one another. Terry, naked, did not at all resemble Melinda. She was paler, more slender and her breasts were pointy. Melinda pulled a chair to the edge of the bed. "I'll just sit here," she said with a nervous giggle. "I'm on the pill, Chris," Terry said calmly as she reclined on the bed. Surprised, he asked, "Were you expecting this with me?" "Yes, with you, and if not, with someone else." Chris sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand across the young woman's lovely body. "You don't appear to be very aroused," he observed. "I'm quite nervous. Do you know how to excite a girl?" "Not really," he confessed in embarrassment. "Let Melinda get me ready for you," she suggested. "No! I want to do it, but you'll have to instruct me." "We can kiss for a while, perhaps. I'd like that. But then you'll have to lick on me. Do you know what I mean?" "Yes, yes. Just tell me how to do it right." They kissed as Chris' hands roamed her svelte body, feeling its exciting sleekness. After he suckled a pointy tit for a while, Terry pushed on his head, wanting him to move lower. He nuzzled her flat stomach with his face, but the pressure on his head continued until his cheeks brushed her inner thighs and his mouth touched the moist bush. She raised her knees and spread her thighs. He positioned his head between them and began to lap inexpertly. A few gasped instructions were sufficient to teach him how to eat her out effectively. She squirmed and groaned increasingly louder until she shrieked and gripped his head tightly with slender thighs. "Stop it now! That's enough!" she exclaimed and pulled on him, wanting him to come atop her and take her cherry. With his face almost touching hers he pushed and broke through without much difficulty. "Is that it?" she asked in surprise. "It was just a bad sting." But she groaned aloud when he penetrated her fully. "Come quickly, Chris, please. I'm sore." He came soon enough, but not before savoring the magnificent tightness on his cock, something he had missed with Melinda. He then kissed her lips desperately, grunting and squealing as he spewed into her. When he raised his head to study her, she smiled grandly at him and nodded. "I guess you can say in a way you have conquered me." * * * Later in the dark Chris sat on the chair next to the bed and listened to the two lovely girls please each other. He did not press close. He did not want to disturb them in their joy, although he was very curious about what exactly they were doing to each other. He would learn eventually, he knew, when he shared the bed with them for the first time. He wanted to shout in exaltation, to tell the world, but of course he couldn't. He kept no diary, nor did he even have a dog to confide in. He dozed off and awoke in the twilight before dawn. The girls lay curled naked on the bed, Terry with a thumb in her mouth, Melinda on her side snoring lightly. He stood and looked down on them with a sincere love, but also with a selfish pride. His women! Both of them! And he was their man. He was no longer the mere boy he had been yesterday. 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