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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (fm)  Chapter 18
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CHAPTER 18
 
 
When I got home Mom was in the kitchen. I was going to say hello, but
the itch in my crotch was getting so bad that I went into the bathroom
to check it out. When I pulled down my pants, there were specks of
blood in my shorts and around my balls
 
I panicked! 
 
What did I have? Was it VD? Was I going to die of some dreaded
disease? The itch was killing me, and I looked in the medicine cabinet
for something to stop it. The only thing I could find was some
athlete's foot spray, so I grabbed it and sprayed myself. 

For a split second the cool spray felt good, then it started to BURN!
Suddenly my crotch was on fire so I turned on the shower to wash it
off, but the water was freezing! I ran around fanning myself with my
hands, while I waited for the water to get warm. 
Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and just ran into the shower.
 
It wasn't hot yet and the cold water hit me like a knife. I jumped and
my feet slipped on the floor and I fell, hitting my head. I got up
quickly, grabbed the soap and started washing. It immediately started
to feel better, but the itch was still there. Then I noticed blood
running down my arm. 
 
I crouched in the shower. The water was warm now, but I was miserable.
 
I itched, my head hurt and I was dying from clap or VD or something. I
was scared! Just then the bathroom door flew open and Mom rushed in.
 
"What's happening? Is that you Pete? I heard a noise! Did you fall?"
 
She opened the shower door and saw me huddled on the floor.
 
"Pete! Are you OK? What happened?" 
 
I jumped up and threw my arms around her.
 
She grabbed a towel and started drying me off. Then she checked out
the bump on my head and stuck on a Band-Aid. 
 
"OK, let's talk." she said as she led me into the bedroom and handed
me my robe.
 
I said, "Mom, I think I have a disease!"
 
Her face went white and she said, "Tell me exactly what's wrong!"
 
I told her about the itching and the blood in my shorts.
 
"Let me see" she said, and she opened my robe and started looking at
me.
 
She took hold of my penis and looked closely at my balls. It started
to get hard. At first she smiled, then she got a disgusted look on her
face and said, "Well, I see the problem."
 
Still looking at my hardening penis she said, "After we get your
problem taken care of, you'll have to tell me where this has been. Get
dressed, we have to go for a ride" 
 
We drove to the drugstore and she took me to the pharmacy. When we got
to the counter, a girl stepped up. It was Karen, someone I recognized
from school. I was mortified!
 
Mom saw the look on my face and said, "May we speak to a druggist?"
 
Karen said, "Of course." and went to the rear.
 
Out came a tall man. He had sandy hair and was well built. He came up
to Mom, gave her a look and a smile and said, "Hi Beth, how can I
help?"
 
Mom said to me, "Go ahead and tell him your problem"
 
I looked at her plaintively, "MOM!" 
 
She said, "You got yourself into this, now tell him your problem."
 
Dying from embarrassment, I started to describe my itching and the
blood in my shorts. After a few sentences, he stopped me and said,
"Follow me." He took me to a counter, handed me a small box and said,
"Read the directions."
 
When we went back to the counter, he smiled at Mom and said, "He'll be
fine." Mom handed me some money and I went to pay the bill while she
chatted with the druggist.
 
We drove back to the house in silence. Mom kept shaking her head and
making "Tsk tsk tsk" noises. When we got home she said, "Do what it
says on the box, then we have to talk."
 
I went to the bathroom and read the directions. They said that the
product was for body Lice, commonly known as "Crabs." Reading farther,
it said, "The infected area is generally around the genitals, but
infestation can also occur in the eyebrows, underarms and facial hair.
For immediate results, shave the infested area."
 
Well, I didn't have a beard or mustache, and my pits and eyebrows felt
OK, so I got out Dad's shaving cream and soaped up my crotch. Shaving
was tough, and I was being very careful. The front part went easy. I
held my dick up 
and began shaving my balls until I started to get hard. Then It made
things easier, because I could use both hands. I was feeling a lot
better and I thought about getting myself off, but I knew Mom was
waiting to talk to me, so I took a quick shower and rubbed on the
ointment.
 
Mom was waiting for me in the den and I sat down beside her.
 
"You were in there a long time. Did you follow the directions?"
 
"Yeah, It just took me a while to clean things up." 
 
"Clean things up? What did you do?" She leaned over, opened my robe
and started laughing.
 
"Why did you shave?" 
 
"Because the directions said to."
 
"That's only for severe cases! It's going to tickle when it starts to
grow back." then she laughed some more.
 
When she finished, she got serious. "OK, fun's over. I want you to
tell me who you've been with lately, and I don't want you to leave
anything out."
 
I don't lie to my Mom, so even though I was embarrassed, I told her
about Amy and Gladys. I may have left out a few things about Gladys,
but I think I gave her enough information.
 
"Well, it could be either one, but from the way you describe Gladys,
it sounds like it was her. You'll have to talk to her about it.  This
should be a lesson to you. What you caught is relatively minor; but,
just remember, it could have been a whole lot worse. I want you to get
some condoms and keep them with you at all times. It wouldn't have
helped you with this problem, but it could prevent something worse
from happening"
 
"OK Mom." I said, and I started to get up.
 
"Whoa!" she said, "You have a lot of work to do."
 
"What?"
 
"I want you to strip your bed, find all the clothes you've had on
lately and wash everything. Then I want you to thoroughly clean your
room and spray disinfectant on everything."
 
So much for my weekend! 
 
***
 
 
I was in homeroom Monday morning when the coach came in. He went to
the teacher, said a few words and they called me to the desk.

The teacher said, "Coach tells me he needs you every day before and
after classes, so until he lets you go, you are released from
attending homeroom." 
 
I was tickled!  I hated homeroom. All we did was gather and take roll.
It was a waste of time. Now I could sleep in.  
Boy, was I wrong.
 
There was an assembly after lunch. As we all filed in, I saw Amy on
the other side of the crowded room. I tried to get her attention, but
there was too much noise.
 
The assembly was about general school concerns -- tardiness, neatness,
hall passes, etc. Then the talk was about various athletic programs
and how we should all support them. They said there were openings on
the cheerleading squad and asked for volunteers.
 
Much to the delight of everyone, several members of the men's
basketball squad jumped up to volunteer. Then they mentioned that a
pro football player was going to stop by and visit the school. Finally
they said that the school board has passed a condom program and, we
should see our homeroom teachers about where to go to pick up the
condoms and an information kit after the assembly.
 
After lunch I stopped by homeroom where I was told to see Ms. Garmin
because she was passing out the kits. So I stopped by to see her on
the way to my next class.
 
I was the last in line, so when I got to Ms. Garmin we were alone.
 
She handed me the kit then asked me, "Do you know anything about
carpentry?" 
 
I was surprised, but I said, "Actually, I do. My Dad's hobby is
carpentry and we have lots of tools -- why?"
 
"The fence at my house needs repair and I have some other things that
need fixing. I'll be happy to pay you. Are you interested?"
 
The thought of earning some extra money was great, so I said yes, and
she told me she would let me know.
 
Science was my last class and I shared it with Amy. I wanted to talk
to her, but she disappeared when it was over.  I stepped out of the
building and saw her just up the block, so I ran up and stepped in
front of her.
 
I said, "Are you ignoring me?"

 Avoiding my gaze, in a small voice she said, "No."
 
"Did you  -- uhh  -- get your period?" I asked sheepishly.
 
She didn't say anything for a minute.  Finally she said, "Yes."
 
I sighed in relief and said, "See, I told you everything would be OK.
I have to get to practice now, but I'll talk to you later." I gave her
a kiss on the cheek and ran off. 
 
 
Football practice was tough. I had to be at school every morning at
seven. 
The school had paved a lot next to the school, and opened it for kids
to park, so I drove there now.

We practiced till first period and, after classes, I was back on the
field till almost dark. Then it was home, eat dinner, do homework and
fall into bed.
 
The coach had decided I was a running back. Early in the week at
practice, Vince, our quarterback was throwing pass patterns to several
of us when the coach called him over. I was close to him, so he
flipped the ball to me and said, "Try to hit some of the guys." 
 
I was throwing passes at them as they made cross-field runs, when a
guy quite a way down field called for the ball. He was already 30
yards away and running fast, so I let go a long one. He made a
leaping, circus catch, and all the guys cheered for him, but I saw
both Vince and the coach looking at me. 
 
The coach called me over and said, "Do you think you can do that
again?" I said, "I think so." Then he described a special play, called
a "Flea-Flicker." It's a play where the quarterback receives the snap
of the ball and one of the running backs heads downfield. The other
back (me) circles around behind him and the QB flips him the ball. But
instead of running, I throw a pass to the other back. It's a good
play, and the pro's even use it, but it requires timing. We practiced
it a bunch of times.
 
By Thursday the guys all felt ready. The first game was the next day
after school and we were all excited. After a short practice session,
the coach let us go. He said we were as ready as we were going to get.
 
 
Dad was home from his trip. When I told him about the game, he was
excited about watching me play, and said that he and Mom would be at
the game. After dinner I asked if I could go to the drive-in to meet
the guys. Dad said "Sure, but be home early. You need your rest for
tomorrow. 
 
When I got to the drive-in, Bill was sitting at a back booth with some
people. When he saw me, he motioned me over. 
One of them had a laptop computer and they were looking at some
pictures of some gorgeous naked girls, and talking about a party.
 
When I asked Bill about it and he said, "The Gilroy's hold a party
after every game. It's for the first string players, but once in a
while they'll include a new guy if he does well." 
Then he leaned over to me and said quietly, "Do your best tomorrow,
the parties are great."
 
Then a girl walked up to me. I recognized with horror that it was
Karen from the pharmacy.

She saw the laptop and said, "You guys are all sick."

The guys laughed and one guy said, "Gee Karen, we were just looking
for pictures of you!"

She laughed and said, "Fat chance." Then she looked at me and said,
"Is your Mom gonna be OK?"
 
I said, "Uhh, yes she is, thanks for asking." I was much relieved that
she didn't know that the problem was mine.
 
She said, "That's good! Have a good game tomorrow." and she walked
away.
 
We hung around for a while and, when I got up to leave, Tess, the girl
who pointed out Amy's house to me, saw me and walked over.
 
"Have you talked to Amy?"
 
"No."
 
"Well, don't give up on her. She's going through a lot, with her
mother and her brother."
 
I gave her a puzzled look and asked, "What's the problem?"
 
"Don't you know?" 
 
I shook my head.
 
"I better let Amy tell you." as she walked away. 
 
I saw Gladys once or twice, but she was always with some of the older
guys. It was just as well, I didn't know what to say to her anyway.
 
 
Friday the game started at 4 o'clock, and we got to the field right
after class.
 
The team plays 8 regular games, during the semester. They are played
after school on Friday. The first four are with teams outside of our
league, and are called "practice" games. The last four are league
games and, if we win, we go into the finals and will probably play
against one of the first four teams. So even if they're practice
games, the first ones are important because, aside from getting
practice, we also learn about the strengths of the other teams we
might be playing if we make the finals.
 
Last year had been a good one for the team, but one of the two best
backs had graduated and the coach was trying to fill his position.

One of the other backs that also tried out is named Lyle. He and I I
were both about the same skill level. I had worked especially hard
over the last few weeks to get myself in the best possible shape
because I knew that coach was looking at one of us as a first
stringer.
 
The coach decided to put both of us in for the first few plays, so we
could get a taste of a regular game.
 
We won the coin toss and we elected to receive. As we got set for the
kickoff, I looked over and saw Mom, Dad and Erin in the stands, and a
couple of rows below them. Amy was sitting with Tess.
 
I was still looking at them when the crowd cheered. The next thing I
knew, the ball was in the air coming toward me. I took off running to
meet it and there was a flash to my right. Lyle had cut in front of me
and he caught the ball. Just as he caught it, an opposing player hit
him and the ball flew out of his hands --right into mine. The blockers
were already there and I followed them down the field for a touchdown.
 
A huge cheer went up from our stands. Mom and dad were both on their
feet, and so was Amy.
 
We lined up for the extra point, but the kick was blocked and caught
in the air by an opposing player.
He took off with it. I went after him and tackled him on his ten-yard
line. 
 
The game was a good one. Lyle caught a pass and ran for a TD and
later, so did I. 
 
The score was pretty close till the closing play. We were on our 40
yard line. It was 3rd and long - time for the "Flea Flicker," the play
we'd worked on so hard. The center handed the ball to the quarterback,
who dropped back as Lyle took off for the end zone.
I looped behind the quarterback and he tried to flip the ball to me,
but he got trapped by some onrushing defensive linemen. He fought
free, but by the time he shook the tackler off and flipped the ball to
me, Lyle was almost into the end zone. I took a deep breath and threw
the ball as hard as I could.
 
They told me later it traveled almost 50 yards and it hit Lyle right
in the chest. He walked over for an easy TD, and we won the game.
 
Suddenly everyone was cheering and my guys were banging me on my back
as we ran to the locker room. We were getting undressed when the coach
told both Lyle and me to see him after we got cleaned up. 
After the shower several of the guys came over and congratulated me,
so Lyle left before me. 
I was on the way to coach's office just as Lyle came out. He yelled to
a couple of the guys "Hey, I made the team."
 
I was devastated! I thought sure I had done well at the game. I
knocked at coach's door and he said, "C'mon in and sit down, I'm on
the phone." He talked on the phone for what seemed like an hour. All
that time I sat there feeling sorry for myself. He finally hung up and
turned to me.
 
"Good game -- how do you feel?"
 
"Gee coach, I'm kinda disappointed. I thought I had a good game, but
you told Lyle he made the team."
 
He laughed, got out of his chair and came over to me. He put his big
paw on my shoulder and said, "He did make the team -- he's your
back-up! You're our new first-stringer, now go home and put on 20
pounds and grow 2 inches and do it by Monday, cause those league guys
are gonna kick your ass!"
 
I was in heaven. I ran out the door and Mom, Dad and Erin were waiting
for me. I told them the news. 
 
Dad said he was impressed and mom said how happy she was for me. Even
Erin said she thought I did a great job. I was delirious. They asked
me if I was coming right home, but I said I had some things to do. 
 
They said goodbye and I went looking for Amy.  As I was went outside,
Bill called out, "You goin home?" I nodded yes and he said, "I'll call
you later."
 
I didn't see Amy anywhere so I started walking home. When I saw her
house, I went up and knocked on the door.
 
Amy's mother opened the door, but she didn't look at me. She just
turned and walked into the kitchen.
The front door was wide open so that anyone walking by could see in. I
stepped in and closed the door.
 
"Uhh -- is Amy home?"
 
There was no answer, so I stepped into the kitchen.
 
Amy's mom was standing at the counter, staring out the window. She had
a head of lettuce in her hand and was tearing off small pieces and
putting them in a bowl.
 
I heard a noise and looked into another room. There was a play crib on
the floor and there was someone in it. It was a boy. He looked to be
in his late teens. All he had on was a diaper. He was staring at me
and shaking the bars on the crib.
 
I looked back at Amy's mom and she was staring at me too.
 
I said, "Uhh -- I'm Pete"
 
"Amy likes Pete"
 
"I like Amy too, is she here?"
 
"Amy's not here. Mae's not here either."
 
I backed slowly toward the front door and said, "Please tell Amy I was
here", and I left.
 
When I got home Mom and Dad both came and gave me hugs and told me how
happy they were for me. 
Then I told them what I had seen at Amy's house. 
 
Dad looked at Mom for a minute, then he said to me, "Son, something is
seriously wrong. Is this Amy someone you really like?" I thought for a
while and finally made a decision.
 
"Yes Dad, I haven't known her for long, but I like her a lot."
 
"Well, you need to talk to her about it. Let your mom and me know if
there's something we can do to help"
 
A while later the phone rang. It was Bill. I told him what the coach
had said and he said, "Yeah, that's what I heard. By the way, you're
invited to the Gilroy's party."
 
I put my hand over the phone and asked, "Dad, can I go to a party at
the Gilroy's tonight?"
 
Dad looked at Mom and they started laughing, then he said, "Sure son."
 
I told Bill and he said "We'll pick you up around seven." 
 
I was tired, so I lay down for a while, and the next thing I knew Mom
was shaking me. "It's after five son.  If you're going to go out you
better have something to eat"
 
I noticed that Mom had on a long dress with a low cut top, and I said,
"Gee, Mom, you look great. Are you and dad going out?"
 
"Yes, we're having dinner with the Elkins and some friends, so we'll
probably be late. Your sister is spending the night at Kelly's. If you
need anything call Dad on his cell."
 
She kissed me and left. And as she walked away, I thought to myself
that even at 35 her ass was as cute as any girl at school. 
 
When I was thinking about her I actually started to get hard, but I
looked at the clock and decided I better get up and get ready.
 
Around seven the phone rang. But just as it did, Bill and the guys
honked out front. So I let the machine get it.
 We drove to an expensive part of town and pulled in front of a huge
house. All the lights were on and there were cars everywhere.
 
I said to Bill, "Who is this Gilroy guy, and why does he have these
parties?"
 
"He was a star player on the football team years ago. He donates money
to the school, but he especially likes football, and he has a party
after the first game of the season, another after the first league
game, and another if we get into the finals. If we win the
championship, he throws a huge party and invites the other team too."
 
"What kind of business is he in?"
 
"I think he owns some hospitals or something."
 
We went inside and the place was beautiful. It was very modern with
lots of windows. There were tables of food everywhere and a disk
jockey was playing records. I went to one of the tables and was
picking through some food, when I heard someone say "Pete?"
 
I looked around and didn't see anyone familiar, but my eye was drawn
to a girl in a black dress with gold trim. She was absolutely
stunning. Her hair was long , black and shimmered in the lights -- and
her body was sensational! 
 
Her waist was tiny.  Her hips formed a beautiful arch around an ass
that could have been in a painting. Her breasts were large, but not
too big.  Her dress was cut just low enough that the house lights
accentuated them.
 
She walked toward me and as she got near and I saw flecks of gold in
her dark eyes, I suddenly realized it was Kristen!
 
I must have been staring, because she walked up, and with a slight
smile, she said, "You can close your mouth now, it's really me."
 
"Gee whiz!" I stammered, "I mean, Wow, where have you been?"
 
"Well, it's a long story. I'll tell you about it sometime. What are
you doing here? I thought this party was for the first string?" 
 
"Well, I did pretty good in the game today, so, they invited me."
 
"That was YOU! I saw the last part of the game where you threw that
pass. It was amazing. But I didn't know it was you." 
 
She stepped back and looked at me, then she reached forward and put
her hands on my arms.
 
She smiled and said, "Wow, you've grown since school began."
 
Just then a boy walked up and put his arm around her, and she
introduced me to Nick.
 
We shook hands and he turned to Kristen and said, "C'mon Babe, some
guys are getting together out back to have some fun."
 
She said, "It's nice to see you again, Pete." and she turned and
walked away with the boy. She seemed to be talking seriously to him.
 
I saw Bill talking with some guy, so I went over.  As I got close, the
other guy turned and glared at me. It was Tim.
 
I walked closer and said, "I guess I owe you an apology. I thought you
were going to throw a punch at me, but Bill tells me that you were
just trying to scare me. 
I'm sorry to have offended your girlfriend."
 
He looked angrily at me and said "Well, you caught me off guard. Don't
try that again." Then his face softened and he said, "Bill says you're
an OK guy. I guess it serves me right for sticking up for that bitch.
She's really bad news and I don't know what made me do it. She is NOT
my girl friend. She told me that you had said something nasty to her,
and asked if I would speak to you about it."
 
I stuck out my hand and said "Bygones?"
 
"Sure", he said. And we shook hands.
 
I was standing at the edge of the room eating some snacks when Vince,
the quarterback, came over.
 
"Hi Pete! Good game today. Coach tells me you're going to start
practicing with us. You're fast. We need someone like you."  Then he
smiled and said, "That pass was pretty good too. You're not after my
job are you?"
 
I laughed and said, "Nahh, that was a fluke. I've got a long way to go
before I get to your level."
 
While we were talking, Karen from the pharmacy came over and joined
us. Vince put his arm around her and said, "Hi honey, I haven't seen
your dad. I wanted to thank him for the party." 
 
"He won't be here for a while.  He's having dinner with some friends,
but they'll be back later." 
 
Surprised, I said, "This is your place? I thought your dad worked at
the pharmacy!"
 
"No", she said. "I work there. Dad owns that place and several others.
He was just there that day going over some things. Everyone was busy
and, since he actually is a pharmacist, he came over to help."
 
When they walked away, I noticed that they made a nice looking couple.
I also noticed that she had a great looking Ass.
 
About eleven o'clock, Bill came over with a girl hanging on his arm
and said, "Paul this is Candy. We want to go to the lake, so if you
want a lift home we have to leave."
 
I said, "OK, let me get my coat." 
 
As I walked by the patio door, an agitated Karen spotted me and
whispered, "Pete, come here quick, we have a problem." 
 
Tim was standing a few feet away talking to a girl and he heard her
and looked at me. I motioned for him to come along and we followed her
to the back of the house.
 
There was a hothouse at the corner of their back yard. The door was
open and we followed Karen inside.
 
Gladys was sitting on the floor. She was naked from the waist up. Her
hands were over her face, and blood was running down her arm. 
 
Kristen's friend, Nick, was lying on the floor next to her, and it
looked like he was out cold. Kristen was bending over him, and when
she saw us, she nodded toward Vince.
 
Vince was standing with clinched fists and four guys were gathered
around him. It didn't look good, and I nodded to Tim and we ran in
between them. 
 
One threw a punch at me that missed, and all hell broke loose. 
I grabbed one around the neck and kicked another one in the groin. He
doubled up and fell down as I wrestled with the first one. 
 
Tim hit his guy with 3 quick punches and the guy went down. The fourth
guy took off. 
 
Vince grabbed the guy I was wrestling with and kicked him in the ass
so hard that it lifted him off his feet. Then he hit the ground
running as well. 
 
I said to Vince, "What the heck's going on?"
 
"Karen and I were in the garden and we heard a noise by the hothouse.
We went in to see what it was, and Gladys was there with those guys,
and Kristen's friend was on the floor. Things were starting to get
ugly when you guys came along. Thanks for coming."
 
I looked at Kristen. She said, "Nick and I were out here talking when
we heard shouting from the hothouse. We got there just as one of the
guys hit Gladys. Nick went in to stop things and one guy grabbed him
and the other guy hit him."
 
Just then the guy that Tim hit got up and took off, holding his eye. 
 
The guy I had kicked was also starting to get up. He was holding his
crotch and moaning, as Tim, Vince and I gathered around him.
 
Vince asked, "What the hell went on here?" 
 
He looked at us and shakily said, "Me, Stan and Jack were supposed to
meet Phil in the hothouse. He said there was a girl there that would
do anything we wanted, for some Quaaludes. When we walked in, she was
giving Phil a blowjob. 
Then Stan saw her and he yelled, 'She's the bitch that gave me the
crabs!'  She gave him the finger, so he hit her."
 
Then the guy pointed to Nick and said, "That's when this guy came in
and started yelling at everybody, so I knocked him on his ass." 
 
Vince said, "OK, get the hell out of here!" and the guy limped away.
 
Karen was helping Gladys into her clothes and wiping blood from her
mouth. She got unsteadily to her feet, thanked Karen, and stalked off
toward the house holding her nose. 
 
Nick was up now, rubbing his jaw.  He glanced sheepishly at Kristan
and said, "I better be going," and he left.
..
Vince looked at Tim and me and said, "Thanks for the save, guys," and
shook our hands. Then he grinned at me, and said, "Well, what do you
think of your first varsity party?"
 
I laughed. "Well, so far it's been interesting."
 
Karen said "Let's go into the house, the punch should be properly
spiked by now." She took both Tim and me by the arms and we all headed
toward the house.
 
I looked at Kristen, "Why did your date leave?"
 
"He was embarrassed. He wasn't really my date. He's just somebody from
school. He was hitting on me all evening and he wanted me to go meet
some of his friends and smoke some pot. I was telling him no, when we
heard the noise from the hothouse."
 
When we got to the main house, Kristen looked at me and said, "I have
to go to the bathroom, but there's a line, so it'll be a while. Will
you be here when I get back?"
 
"Absolutely!"
 
I looked for Bill, but I didn't find him. One of his friends saw me
looking and said, "If you're looking for Bill, he couldn't wait for
you. He said you'd understand." and he winked.
 
I laughed and told him OK.
 
I realized that I had to go to the bathroom too, but I saw the line
where Kristen was waiting and went to one of the other bathrooms.
There were a bunch of guys outside the room who were listening at the
door. 
When I walked up someone said  "There's a girl in there and she's got
two guys and she's doing them both." 
 
I grinned, and thought to myself that it was probably Gladys.
 
I had to pee - bad! Then I remembered the trees next to the hothouse,
so I walked outside and over behind a tree.
 
I was standing there relieving myself when I noticed a light. The
house has a three-car garage, with a room over it. The lights were on
and, as I watched, a figure went by a window that looked like Dad!
 
There were stairs leading up to the side of the building so, after I
finished my business, I quietly climbed the stairs and looked into the
room.
 
Dad was standing at a counter mixing a drink. There was a woman
sitting in a chair next to him. She had one of those super-short
haircuts, but it framed a beautiful face. Then I looked closer. They
were both naked and she was watching a couple on a bed, fucking.
 
I recognized the man on top as Karen's Dad, but I couldn't see the
woman beneath him. 
 
Suddenly my mind seized, and a cold sweat broke out all over me. I
wanted to tear myself away from the scene, because I didn't want to
see what I was sure I would. But I couldn't move. I just stared in awe
and waited to get a look at the woman. I waited for what seemed
forever, but he just kept pounding away at her, and I never got to see
her face.
 
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I ran down the stairs as quietly
as I could and walked toward the house. 
My mind was reeling. 
As I got near the house I saw Kristen standing by the door, and she
said, "I thought maybe you'd left."
 
"No, I had to pee. Besides, my ride left".
 
"No problem, I have a car. When you get ready to leave I can drive
you."
 
Then she looked closely at me. "You look spooked. Is there something
wrong"
 
"No, I'm fine." 
 
I stared at her for a moment. She was so beautiful it took my breath
away,  and suddenly I took her into my arms and I kissed her. Hard.
 
She was surprised and tried to push me away for a minute, Finally, she
responded and the kiss lasted for a long time. My mind was on Mom,
naked and getting fucked. But it was also on the gorgeous creature in
my arms. I was hard as a rock and started grinding myself against her.
 
Finally she broke away and said, "Whew, where did that come from?"
 
I looked directly at her and didn't answer for a moment. I finally
said, "You are the most beautiful, exciting girl I've seen in a long
time. I want to make love to you and I want to do it now." 
 
Her eyes got wide and she looked at me with a stunned expression.
 
"Wait -- you can't -- I'm not that kind of --"  
She stopped, gave me a look, took my hand and led me out the door. 
 
Outside in the driveway was new Porsche Boxter. She hit a remote
control, the doors unlocked and we got in.
 
She said, "Where can we go?"
 
"To my house. No one is home. I'll show you the way."
 
We drove to the house in silence. Kristen kept shaking her head like
she didn't believe what she was doing.
 
We went into the house and into my bedroom. I kissed her hard and we
tore off our clothes. When I touched her she was very wet. I picked
her up and carried her to the bed. We kissed again. I could feel the
heat rising from her and I couldn't wait.

I tore the wrapper off a condom, slipped it on, and entered her all at
once. Her eyes got wide and she got an alarmed expression on her face.
But I couldn't wait, and I drove so deep into her, that I could feel
myself hitting her cervix. She began meeting me, and we were a
whirlwind on the bed. I stayed hard as steel. When I would get ready
to come, I would think of mom and the feeling would stop, but I stayed
hard. 
 
Kristen was writhing around and throwing herself all over the bed, and
I pounded her unmercifully. 
 
I don't know how long we went on, but we were both soaked with
perspiration and her fluids, when she finally gave a huge shudder and
cried, "Stop!" 
 
When I rolled off her she was crying.
 
"My God," she sobbed. "That was wild!  But I'm exhausted. I have to
rest for a while." 
 
I gathered her into my arms, pulled the sheet over us. 
I kept thinking of Mom. 
 
After a while she moved. She looked up and kissed me. Then she touched
me. "I can't believe it. You're still hard. Am I doing something
wrong?"
 
I thought quickly and said, "No, you're doing everything right. You're
just so sensational that I can't help myself."
 
She said, "Well, let's see if I can do better." and she climbed on top
of me. When I was all the way in and my balls were touching her ass,
she stopped and began milking me with the muscles in her vagina. 
 
It was very sexy. She kept it up for a while then she began to slide
up and down on me. She went faster and faster until she climaxed. Then
she slid down on me and started over. We did it that way until I felt
myself getting ready.

My cock swelled even more and I flooded the condom with what felt like
a gallon of my seed. When I did, my cock swelled even more, and her
eyes got big and she screamed and came with me.
 
We lay in each other's arms, and 


then she got up to go to the bathroom. 
I heard her cleaning herself up, so I went to the door and stood there
watching.
She had a washcloth and was wiping herself. I was starting to get hard
again but I had to urinate.  I walked over to the toilet and let loose
a stream. She came over and watched.
 
She said, "I've never watched a man do that." and she reached over and
held it until I finished.
 
Then she looked up at me and said, "Why are you shaved?"
 
"All the football guys do it. That way we don't get rashes."
 
She grinned and kissed my cock right on it's head.
 
I picked her up, carried her back into the bedroom and laid her down
on the bed. I kissed her lips and throat and around her breasts. I
touched my tongue to her nipples and licked the salty sweat off them.
She shuddered and I ran my hands over her breasts until both nipples
stuck out like erasers.
 
I worked my way to her belly button and spent some time licking and
sucking. I looked up at her. Her eyes were tightly closed and she had
an intense expression on her face.
 
I spread her legs and put my head between them. Her clit was obvious
and so were her outer lips. Everything was a rich red. The hair around
her sex was trimmed quite short and it was still damp from the
washcloth.  
 
She was making mewing noises. 
 
I licked her slit several times, then I brushed my lips over her clit.
She stiffened and gasped.  I put my tongue as deep as I could inside
her. She had musky odor from our love making, but it was not
objectionable at all. She had a slightly salty, but sweet taste. I
kept it up until she came violently and the taste was even richer for
a moment. For a minute I thought about Sam. 
 
Then she pushed me off her and smothered me with kisses. 
 
"Where in the world did you learn to do that?"
 
"Let's just say that you inspire me."
 
I held her in my arms for a while till she calmed down. I turned her
on her stomach. I started by kissing the back of her neck. Then I
kissed my way down her back till I got to her buttocks. She was
moaning continually.  I spread her legs slightly and ran my fingers
along her slit, then I continued kissing down her legs until I was at
the back of her knees and I spent some time licking her there. 
 
She was shaking and clutching the bedcovers. 
 
I got behind her and gently raised her till she was on her knees. 
 
She looked around at me with an alarmed expression.

"Uhh, do you know what you're doing?"
 
"Oh yes, and I think you'll like it"
 
She put her head down and closed her eyes, and I ran my fingertips
along her sides and kissed the cheeks of her bottom. I played with her
bottom, touching her around her sex and dragging my fingers across her
anus, until she began moving frantically. Then I put the head of my
cock against her sex and held it there. 
 
She tried to back into me, but I held her. I put just the head in and
stopped. She was quivering. Finally I slowly slid all the way into her
and held her to me.  
 
She gasped, "Oh my God, I've never felt so full."
 
I started slowly, then I began increasing my strokes until I was
ramming into her. As I continued, she began moaning loudly and
clutching at the covers. I felt myself getting ready and a quick
picture of Mom crossed my mind, but suddenly I came.
 
Kristen felt it and screamed, "Oh God!" and we both collapsed on the
bed. 
 
I reached down to pull a cover over us just in time to see the bedroom
door close quietly.
 
I awoke some time later to see Kristen slipping on her dress. She was
slightly disheveled looking and had an almost haunted look on her
face, but she was still astonishingly beautiful.
 
She saw me watching her and sat on the bed next to me.
 
"I'm glad you're awake. I was going to leave you a note. I have to go
and I won't be back to town for a while." 
 
She saw my concerned look and said, "Pete, I can't tell you anything
now, but I promise I will when I get back."
 
"How long will you be gone?"
 
"I don't know, possibly a month." 
 
She leaned over and kissed me. "Pete. This has been the most fantastic
night of my life. I will never forget it, or you." 
 
She got up and went to the door. Then she turned to me and stared for
a long time. 
 
 
Saturday
 
It was almost noon before I crawled out of bed. I was stiff and sore
from the game and the late night, and my mind was groggy. 
 
I stepped into the shower and as my mind cleared things started coming
back to me. 
 
It was like a dream. First my success at the game, then the party, and
then Kristen.
 
As I thought of Kristen, I was nearly overwhelmed. She was
spectacular. 
Her soft flawless skin, her incredible body and above all the way she
responded to our lovemaking was almost unreal. 
 
I thought of Della, and as to beauty alone, I wasn't sure which was
more fabulous.
 
Then I thought of Sam. 
I realized I hadn't written to her in several days and I hadn't heard
from her either.
 
Aside from that, I should have been in a great mood, but I wasn't.
Something else was wrong and I wasn't sure what it was.
 
Then a picture of Mom popped into my head. 
 
Mom! On her back -- and someone besides Dad deep inside her. 
 
I was suddenly in a bad mood.
 
When I went into the kitchen Mom and Erin were having breakfast.
 
Mom said brightly, "Hi sleepy head, did you have a good time last
night?"
 
"Uhh, yeah" I mumbled and I went to the fridge to pour myself some OJ.
 
Erin said, "How was the party, were all the kids from the team there?"
 
"Yeah, I suppose." 

I sat down at the table to drink my OJ.
 
Mom looked at me, then she turned to Erin, "Honey, is your room
cleaned up, like I asked?"
 
"I'll do it now Mom. By the way, can Kelly spend the night? We both
have early Gym tomorrow and she can bring her clothes and we can walk
to school together."
 
Mom said, "Have her mother call me." and Erin left the room.
 
Mom came over and sat down. 
 
"Where's Dad?" I asked.
 
"He's playing golf with Mr. Gilroy."
 
"Oh" 
 
"Are you in a bad mood?" she asked.
 
I shook my head No, then I said,  "Did you, uhh, come into my room
last night?"
 
"You should keep your door shut."
 
"So should you." I grumbled.
 
She looked questioningly at me and asked, "What do you mean dear?"
 
"I saw you at the garage last night. How could you?"
 
She saw the expression on my face and her face got very sober. 
She stared at me for a long time and then she took me in her arms and
held me close.
I couldn't help myself. I started to cry.
 
She finally said, "Your father said that he thought he heard someone
on the stairs, but he wasn't sure. Would you like to talk about it?"
 
"I don't know." 
 
I squirmed for a minute and said "How can you let someone do that to
you? Don't you love Dad any more?
 
She tried to hug me again, but I pulled away.
 
She looked at me for a minute and said, "Do you love the girl you were
with last night?"
 
"Yeah, I guess"
 
"How about Sam, do you still love her?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"Do you hate Sam, now that you made love to that girl last night?"
 
"No."
 
"How about that girl Amy, do you love her? After all, you had sex with
her."
 
"But that's different." 
 
"Paul, I love your father and he loves me. We have different
lifestyles then some. Having sex with others doesn't mean we love each
other less. We're careful with each other's feelings and we're careful
about the people that we're with. The Gilroy's are fine people. We met
them when we first got to town. We met them through Kate. They weren't
at Kate's this summer, but they've been there in the past and so has
their daughter, Karen."
 
Mom looked at me for a minute and came over to give me a hug. This
time I let her.
 
"Do you understand?' she said. 
 
"I guess so Mom, it was just kind of a shock."
 
"I understand, Son. I'm sorry we couldn't have let you know about it
another way. If you ever have a question about anything, don't
hesitate to ask. Now that you know, can we rely on you to keep this
between us?"
 
"Yes mom, I won't discuss it with anyone."
 
She got up and walked to the door, then she turned and said,
 
"Pete, dear."
 
"Yes?"
 
"That wasn't me last night. I came home earlier with the Elkins. I was
at their house when you came home."

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