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Subject: {ASSM} [Secret Santa 2003] Ski Trip (mf ff mm 1st slow rom)
Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2003 20:10:06 -0500
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                         Disclaimer

Welcome to the world of alt.sex.stories where sixteen-year-
old girls have nothing better to do with their time than
chase adults to have sex with. The characters and events
that follow are not real and are the result of my
imagination. My imagination works this way because I am
under the curse of Satan; please pray for the deliverance
of my worthless soul. Don't read further if you fear just
damnation by governmental, parental, or godly authority.
If you are allergic to sex with minors, avoid this.  The only
thing worse than writing pornography (or my spelling)
is stealing intellectual property. Unauthorized
republishing is not allowed and will result in an eternity
spent in the seventh circle of hell, living in crap, and
turning into unlikely and hideous herptiles. It just ain't
worth it.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
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                                Ski Trip
                                   by
                             Kenny N Gamera

Just because Stacy and I went to the local Junior College don't think
that we were stupid; neither of us were even close.  Stacy wanted to
become a nurse.  She was in too much of a hurry to start helping people
to go through a four year program.

I wanted to become an engineer.  My family was too poor to afford to
send me, even after a scholarship.  So, I went to school, worked, and
saved every penny while I lived at home.

We met at old Quarterlane High (Quarterlane being the street our college
was on), so I won't complain.  It was even in our first class, the
dreaded eight AM calculus.  She came in late, while our instructor, Mr.
Barney, was handing out the syllabus.  He didn't even look up as she
slid into the desk next to me.

I recognized her, even if I didn't know her name.  She was a cheerleader
for a school in the suburbs.  I had been a benchwarmer on my school's
team, which had given me a chance to look at the other team's
cheerleaders.  She was one of those exceptionally pretty ones who
lingered in my memory well after the game.

She was petite with dark, wavy hair and brown eyes, just as I remembered
her.  Her full bust filled the tee shirt.  I stared for the moment
between her opening her notebook and looking up to the chalkboard.  I
turned away a moment too late to not get caught.

I blushed so hard my cheeks literally burned.

The next day, I came in after she had.  She was in the same chair she
was in on the first day.  Still feeling embarrassed about having stared
at her, I walked to the far side of the room where I sat down without a
glance in her direction.

I occupied myself with taking my books out of my satchel.  When I looked
up, I saw her carrying her book bag over to the desk next to mine.  She
placed it on the floor and retrieved her notebook.  She held it open,
and before she could get it on the desktop, her pencil rolled off and
landed on the floor.

It continued to roll and stopped at my feet.  I hesitated a moment
caught in her smile like a rabbit in the gaze of a dog.  After a moment
just staring at her I picked it up from the floor.  As I handed it to
her, I said, "Hi."

"Hi.  I'm Stacy."

"I'm Kenny."

"So, Kenny," she said as she sat.  "I thought you liked me."

"I--"

"But then you sat way over here."  Her eyes sparkled.  "Don't you like
me?  Kenny?"

"I--"

"Too bad if you don't.  'Cause I think you're cute.".

"I--."

I doubt that I could've of said enough beyond that to have actually
turned our conversation into a dialogue.  Fortunately, the instructor
showed up and spared me the need to find a word to go with 'I.'

By the time the lecture ended, I had not only decided on a different
tact but found enough courage to act on it; I asked if I could buy her a
cup of coffee in the cafeteria.  She told me no.  She did, however, let
me buy her a cup of tea.

If every penny wasn't going into the bank, I would've asked her out for
real, and our relationship may've developed beyond drinks in the
cafeteria for the first few months.  As it was we spent most of our free
time between classes together.  We talked, studied, and made friends.

They were a mix of classmates from each of our old schools.  Not all had
been our friends then, but it was nice to be around familiar faces.
After a while some of the other kids joined our group, mostly guys who
were interested in Stacy.  She was polite but always turned them down.

About midterms, the autumn weather struck.  In those parts, that meant
rain and chilling winds.  In short, it was not the best sort of weather
to wait for the bus in.  Naturally, that was the sort of weather I
waited for the bus in.  Stacy caught me doing just that one day.

"Whachu doing out here, Kenny?"

"Being wet and cold."  As you can tell, I learned to speak around her.
I could even be sarcastic.  "What does it look like?"

She rolled her eyes.  "Okay, and could you please explain to this rather
dim ex-cheerleader why a rocket scientist like you would be doing that?"

I explained how because of my lack of a car I had to rely on public
transportation.  I added a little homily on the ecologic virtues, a
practiced speech to disguise my poverty.  She smiled through the whole
thing.  She didn't buy it, but she, at least, pretended, too.

After I finished, she said, "Would you like a ride?  I'm on my way home
too."

"I don't want to take you out of the way, Stacy."

"Never mind that, Kenny.  I don't want to see you freeze.  Grab your
stuff and follow me."

I grabbed my stuff and followed her to one of those little imported
SUVs.  She unlocked the doors, shut the alarm, and started the car with
a push of the button on the remote.  I tried to look unimpressed.  She
gave me a little wink, so I guess I blew it.

I haven't the least memory of what we talked about during that short
trip.  I imagine that it was about not much of anything.  When we pulled
up to my house, I got a little embarrassed about my shabby neighborhood
with the uncut grass and abandoned buildings.  There was even a place
that had been a crackhouse.

Still, there were enough places that were kept up.  The place my parents
raised me was one of them.  The shrubs were trimmed, the leaves were
raked, and the walls were painted.  Momma even had a small flower
garden; though the cold weather had killed it.

Poppa was still at the shop, but both Momma and my brother were home; I
would have heard about it if I didn't invite Stacy inside to introduce
her to everyone.  She didn't need to be anywhere and agreed quickly.
Momma was waiting at the door, drying her hands on her apron.

After I introduced her to Stacy, she yelled up the stairs, "Juan, come
down here and meet your brother's friend."

He rushed down, stilled dressed in his black and white checked pants and
stained white chef's coat.  The front of his coat was unbuttoned though,
but he had an undershirt on.

"Juan, this is Stacy."  He took Stacy's offered hand.  "Stacy, this is
my big brother, Juan."

"Sorry about the way I look, Stacy," Juan said as they hands.  "I just
got off work, and I haven't had a chance to clean up, yet."

"Oh, I understand."  Stacy asked, "Where do you work?"

"He's the afternoon broiler cook at the Highlander," I said.  The
Highlander was the best restaurant in town.  "Though, he's going to be
Sous chef soon."

"Sous chef?"

"The head chef's assistant.  Though, I have a lot of work to do before
that happens."  Juan tousled my hair.  "My little brother brags too
much."

"He does?"  Stacy glanced in my direction.  "I've never noticed."

"Well, he does about his family.  He's a little too humble about
himself."

Stacy laughed.  "Now, that I have noticed."

Juan joined her, as did Momma.  I blushed a little.

"Anyway, it's been nice meeting you, Stacy, but I need to take a
shower."  He took her hand again.  "I'll see you later."

As Juan retreated back up the steps, Momma asked, "You will be stay for
dinner, won't you, Stacy?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Gamera."  Stacy reached into her purse and took out her
cellphone.  "Let me call my folks and let them know."

"I'll set another place, then.  And call me Maria.  You're too old and
I'm too young for you to be calling me 'Mrs. Gamera,' Stacy."

"Yes, ma'am."  Stacy giggled.  "I'll try to."

She took off her coat, and I gave her the grand tour.  She noticed not
all the trophies were Juan's.  Most of mine were awarded for effort. The
rest were for academic stuff.  I pointed out that Juan's were for
actually being good at sports. She just told me to give myself credit
for something.

"You work hard, Kenny.  Not everyone does, you know."  She stopped at a
shadow box with Poppa's medals.  "What are these?''

"My father's medals.  He was in Vietnam.  He served two tours."

"Wow, he must be pretty brave."

"He claims that he was just too poor and too brown.  He also says that
the medals prove he was loco on top of it."  I smiled.  "But for what
it's worth, he keeps them where people can see them."

"Yeah, my dad was there too.  Is that him."  She pointed at an old back
and white snapshot.  I nodded.  "Who's that with him?"

"A buddy of his.  I guess he was killed over there."  I crossed myself.
"My parents named me after him."

The silence was awkward until Momma came in and told us that dinner was
on the table.  Papa had come home while I had Stacy in the family room.
He still had on his security guard uniform when he sat down to lead
grace.

Papa and Juan both chuckled when Momma started to bombard Stacy with
question about everything from her family to her church.  I just
groaned, especially, after Momma reminded her that I wasn't seeing
anyone.  After dinner, Stacy helped Momma clear the table, while Poppa
went upstairs to change.

When they were all gone, Juan pulled me to the side and said, "Little
brother, take this."  He handed me a twenty.  "And ask that girl out."

"Juan, I can't take it."

"If you want to save every penny of your money, that's great.  But
that's mine, and I can do what I want with it."  He closed his hand
around mine, forcing it into a fist around the bill.  "I want you to
take it and have a little fun."

"Okay," I said with resignation.  "But you'll have to take it back after
she turns it down."

"What makes you think she would."

"She doesn't date.  Every time someone asks her she turns him down."

"Little brother, I think you'll be surprised."

Before I could say anything to refute him, Stacy and Momma returned.  I
shoved the money into my pocket.  Giving me a wink, Juan asked Stacy if
she wanted to stay for a movie.  She quickly agreed, so Juan excused
himself to make a selection.  As he left, he jabbed me in the ribs with
an elbow and mouthed so only I could see, "Ask her."

"Stacy, I--" I glanced over to Momma, who was beaming.  She spun around,
heading to the kitchen.

"I'll go start the dishes."

"I'll help."  Stacy turned to follow.

"No."  Momma stopped Stacy with a hand.  "You're a guest.  Go watch the
movie with the boys."

When we got to the family room, Juan had a tape ready for the VCR; it
was a program he recorded off cable, the one where the robot puppets
make fun of bad movies.  He had picked a Japanese monster movie about
the giant flying turtle (yes the one I picked my pen name after).  He
dropped into the easy chair, which left the couch for Stacy and me.  I
sat down at one end, and Stacy took a seat right next me.  I looked over
at him, and he smiled at me.  Thank God, Stacy didn't notice.

After the movie, Stacy announced that she needed to go home.  I got up
and accompanied her to the door.  Before I passed Juan, he mouthed "Ask
her" one more time.  I sighed and decided to do it.  At the door, I took
Stacy's coat from the peg and helped her into it.  As she zipped up, I
cleared my throat.

She looked up and said, "Yes, Kenny?"

"Well, I was wondering if, maybe, we could go out for a pizza or
something this Saturday."  I couldn't believe I sounded so stupid.  I
had asked girls out before, but I felt like a junior high kid asking his
first crush out.  I gave an internal cringe when I said, "You don't have
to."

She squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Of course, we can," she said. "I loved to go out with you."

She used her arms to pull my face down level to hers.  I let her guide
our lips together.  They met with a gentle touch.

She pulled away and said in a soft voice, "I've been waiting for you to
ask me for a long time."

Again, she pulled me to her lips, and we kissed.  This time she forced
her tongue into my mouth.  It skimmed along my teeth for a moment and
then slid inside.  After a moment, my tongue responded.  I moved my arms
around her and hugged her tight against me.  We parted quickly at the
sound of my mother walking up the steps.

"See you tomorrow, Kenny."

"Yeah, tomorrow."

She walked out the door.  I closed it. From the window, I watched as she
unlocked and got into her car.  After she had started it and pulled out
into the street, I shut out the porch light and trod upstairs to my
bedroom.  Juan was leaning against the door of his room.  He flashed me
a thumbs-up.

"Told you so, little brother."

I just nodded.  He turned into his room.  I heard him flip his light
switch, I assume, to go to bed.  I took off my clothes and placed them
in a folded pile on the chair to my desk.  I turned off the light and
lay down into bed, but not to sleep.  In the dark, I just stared up into
the ceiling the entire night.

I felt awful the next morning and was wishing that I didn't have to go
to work after my classes.  I spent the bus trip to school trying to nap.
I didn't.  Stacy bounced into calc with a degree of enthusiasm that only
a cheerleader could find within herself.  Before she sat down, she gave
me a kiss on the cheek.

"Do you work this weekend, Kenny," she asked.

"No. I work Friday afternoon, but I have Saturday off."  The music store
I worked at was closed on Sunday and Monday.  The owner does record
shows on Sunday and wants to have at least one day off a week.  "Why you
ask?"

"Well, I was so excited about you finally asking me out, that I forgot
my church's youth group is having a ski trip this weekend. So, I can't
do pizza with you."  She looked at me with her big brown eyes.  "I hope
you might be able to come along with us."

"Well, I--," I bit my lower lip.  "I really can't ski.  And I don't own
any, anyway."

"Don't worry.  It is just cross-country.  It's easy to learn.  And my
family has lots of extra skis, too.  I'm sure we can find something that
fits.  And you'll get to meet my brother, Mark, too.  He's coming along
with his girlfriend."

"I--"

Her eyes pierced into me with a look that I had only gotten from my
mother before.  "I won't take no for an answer, Kenny."

I had to laugh.  "Okay, you win.  I get out of work at four on Friday."

"Good, we leave the parking lot at St. Celia's at six.  Can I pick you
up at work?"

"Sure, if it's okay with my parents."

She laughed and started to say something but the instructor walked in.
We went separate ways after class.  I called Mamma and told her about
the invitation.  She didn't have a problem.  When I got home after
closing the record store, Papa didn't have a problem either.  Juan just
gloated about being right and handed me another twenty.

Over rest of the week, I discovered that Stacy became increasingly
affectionate.  She, also, became very quiet in a nervous sort of way.
The day we were leaving, I asked her at a shared lunch what the matter
was.  She became a little defensive and snapped at me.  After a pause,
she apologized.

"It's just that my brother and his girlfriend are going to be there and-
-."  She sighed.  "It's just that I want you and my brother to get
along.  It makes me nervous."

"It shouldn't be a problem."  I played against her brother, Mark, a
couple of years ago.  Granted it was all of two minutes, when the guy
who started ahead of me fouled out, but he seemed like a nice guy.  He
was the best player in our city and was at a big name college for the
last two years, where he was a starter.  He wasn't heading to the NBA or
anything, but he was a very good college player.  "We can always talk
about basketball."

"I'm not worried about that."  She shrugged.  "It's just I think you are
special.  I hope he thinks you're special, too, and I want you to think
he's special, too."

"I don't think you need to worry about it."  I looked at my watch.
"It's time for me to go.  I'll see you at four?"

She nodded and smiled at me.  I stood and picked up my satchel.  I
leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek after saying my good bye.
Work crawled.  Mr. Wheeler even tried to get me to stay late, but about
ten minutes before my shift, Stacy showed up.  After saying hello to me,
she went over to the used DVDs to flip through them.

Mr. Wheeler pointed at her.  "That the girl you going on the trip with."

"Yep."

He shook his head.  "Get your coat and get out of here.  I'll see you on
Tuesday."

I ran to the back and grabbed my coat and pack, before he could change
his mind.  I put it on as I moved up to Stacy and grabbed her arm.

"Let's go."

"Okay."  When we got to the door, she gave me a kiss.  "My mom called
and Mark and his girlfriend just got home from college.  They'll be
waiting for us when there."

"Good." We stepped out in the gently falling snow.  "I'm glad I'll get
the chance to meet him for real instead of having him wipe the court
with my sorry brown butt."

She slugged me in the upper arm hard enough to hurt.  "Quit putting
yourself down so much, Kenny."

"Yes, dear."

She stopped at the door to her SUV and stared at me.  After a moment,
she said, "Did you mean that?"

"I--."  I stopped for a moment and thought for a moment.  It suddenly
seemed so obvious.  "Yes, I think that I do."

She squealed. She hugged me.  She cried into my shoulder.

"Kenny, I liked you from that first day in class.  The way you blushed
when I caught you staring was so cute.  After awhile, I really hoped you
would ask me out, but I was glad that we got the chance to know each
other as friends first.  That is when I fell in love with you."

"I--."  I stammered (what else is new).  "I thought you wouldn't be
interested in me.  You are so beautiful.  I couldn't see what you would
want with me when you were turning down every cute guy at school."

"Kenny, I was turning them down because of you.  You dimwit."  She
pulled away from my shoulder to look up into my eyes.  "You are sweet
and kind and treated me like a human being."

"Well," I answered, "you are."

"Not to every guy.  And you are just too sweet to understand what I
mean."  She giggled as tears flowed down her cheek.  She kissed me
softly on the lips.  "Now, we better get going.  We still need to get
you some skis."

We were silent on the trip to her place.  I was thankful because it gave
me a chance to not think, but to put things together in my mind, which
may be the same thing, but... never mind this sentence has gone on long
enough.  She just smiled at me, between glances at the traffic.  The
radio played Christmas songs to the beat of the wipers.

We pulled into Stacy's drive after the third song.  One door of the
garage was open, displaying a black sports car.  A mini-van was parked
in the open.  The back door was open, and it was filled with several
bags.  Just as Stacy shut down the engine, a longhaired brunette in
sweater and down vest stepped from around the closed door and waved at
us.

Stacy popped out of the car and ran over to the girl.  They met in a
squealing hug.  As they exchanged kisses to their cheeks, Mark came
around.  He walked over to me and held out his hand.

"Hi."

"Hi."

We shook hands.  Stacy came over with the other girl.  Their arms were
wrapped around each other's waist.

"Kenny, you know Mark from basketball.  This is Amber, Mark's
girlfriend."

Amber broke loose from Stacy and held a hand out to me.  I took it.  Her
hand was soft, but her grip firm.

"Hello, Kenny."  Her voice was slightly accented.  "I have heard so much
about you from both Mark and Stacy.  It is nice to meet you at last."

"Thank you."

"I hope to get as close to you as I am to Stacy."

"Well, I--"

Stacy grabbed my arm and pulled me away.  "Excuse us.  We need to get
Kenny a set of skis."

Several of them were lined up on the wall.  With her first try, Stacy
picked a set that match up pretty well, with my feet.  They were a set
that her father used to use.  Both her parents were out, but Stacy
promised me that I would get to meet them when we got back on Sunday
morning.  It turned out I was going to mass with them, too.

We arrived last at the church parking lot.  Stacy introduced me to Fr
Jeff, her assistant pastor.  He was leading the trip up since he had the
later of that Sunday's masses.  Stacy also claimed that he was better
with the high school and junior high school kids that made up the youth
group than their pastor, Fr Tom.  He told me that Mark and I would share
a room at the lodge we were staying at and Stacy and Amber would share
another.  Our rooms would be next to each other, between the younger
skiers, who were also divided by sex.

As Stacy and Mark were his assistants, he placed us at the end on the
convoy to keep an eye for stragglers.  Mark drove on the trip up.  I sat
with him in the beginning.  We talked about how his school was doing in
their pre-conference schedule and the local teams.  He even remembered
playing with me.  He claimed his coach worried about me, thinking of me
as the best bench player in town.  The girls sat in the back and
giggled.

After an hour, we stopped and ate at a truck stop style place.  I hadn't
eaten anything thing for a while, so it felt nice to get something in my
stomach.  When we got back on the road, Stacy and I climbed in the back.

It had been night since we had left Stacy's, but when I was with Mark,
the lights from passing cars gave us some light to see by.  In the back
with Stacy, it was dark.  She snuggled up against me.

"Kenny," she whispered into my ear.  "Do you think that I am innocent?"

"Well, I never thought about it."

Her hand traveled to my crotch.  "For what it's worth, I'm not."

"I--"

I didn't stutter that time.  She kissed me.  Very, very, very hard.  And
I, not being completely stupid kissed her back just as hard.  When we
finally broke, I asked her about her brother.

"He's cool.  I told him that I was going to get serious with you this
weekend."  She licked my earlobe.  "Depending on what happens, very
serious."

She then ordered me to start kissing her again.  I have never been given
more enjoyable instructions.  As we made out, her hand massaged my dick
through my pants.  She did such a good job that I knew that she told the
truth about her lack of innocence.  I didn't have a problem with it
either.

Her fingers fumbled with the top button of my jeans.  My hand reached up
to her sweater.  It molded itself around a soft breast.  She moaned into
my mouth and increased her efforts on my fly.  Soon, she had the last
button undone, allowing her to reach inside.

"Mmmm!  I love a man in boxers."

She slipped her hand through the flap.  With a forceful tug, she yanked
my dick out into the open.  She wrapped her hand around my semi-hard
shaft.  With a gentle grip, she began to stroke me.  Each time she
traveled up my shaft my erection grew.

Pre-cum began to leak from the tip.  Stacy brought her hand around the
head to capture some.  Again, I moaned.  She pulled her hand down to
spread the fluid along my dick.  Opening my eyes, I looked into her
brown eyes as her hand slid up to the head of my dick.

"Are you ready for this?"

I hadn't a clue exactly what 'this' was, but given that she was smiling
at me and had hold of my dick, I thought it wise to nod.  Her smile
became broader, and her hand traveled to the base of my cock.

She moved slightly away from me at the same time.  When she was far
enough away, she bent at the waist and brought her mouth to my cock.  It
being not much more than average, Stacy easily took most of it into her
mouth.

I stared down at her.  I couldn't make out her face in the half light,
but the sight of her long hair bouncing in my lap increased my
excitement.  After only a minute or two, I could feel my balls and dick
start to contract.

"Stacy, I'm coming."

Most of the girls that I've been with like the warning so they can pull
away.  The rest take in the mouth then spit it out.  Stacy moved up to
the point where her mouth held only my dick's head when I let loose the
first of three solid spurts.  She held my dick there for a moment.
After it began to soften, she pulled it loose with a pop.

"Do I get some, lover," asked Amber.

She was leaning around the seat, obviously having watched Stacy give me
the blowjob.  Stacy sat up and bent toward Amber.  Their lips met in an
open mouth kiss.  They held the kiss for what seemed forever, until with
one last moan, Stacy leaned back into the seat.  Just then the lights of
a passing car shined inside enough for me to see her face, she stuck out
her tongue.  It still had a good portion of my cum on it.  Then she
closed her mouth and swallowed.

 From the driver's side Mark said, "My turn."

Amber bent towards him.  They kissed for just a moment.  They parted
lips before we left the straight stretch of road we were on.

"Mmmmmmm!  Nice," Mark said after swallowing.

"Yes, it is."  Stacy licked her lips.  "I can't wait for a second
helping."

"Not tonight, Stace."  Mark's voice was firm.  "And not right now
either.  We are almost there, so you better pack Kenny up."

My dick was back in my pants well before we arrived at the lodge.  Stacy
and I even had time to make out a little more as well.  Thankfully, the
blowjob had been enough to buffer my excitement, so I didn't have a
noticeable bulge in my jeans when we stepped out.  One of the younger
kids, however, did make a comment about my barn door being open.  I
blushed when Amber winked at me.

It had been a four-hour trip all together; most of the kids were tired
after that and a day at school.  After Fr Jeff showed everyone where
they would be sleeping, Mark and I went to our room.  He lay down on the
bed, and I sat in a chair.  We left the door opened so we could here the
sounds of the youth group getting ready and talked for a couple of hours
about basketball.  Only one boy tried to sneak past us.  One word of
warning from Mark chased him back.  When the last whispers had died,
Mark suggested that we start to get ready for bed ourselves.

As I went to my pack, I heard a noise.

"Mark, do you hear that.  It sounds like bedsprings."

He listened then answered "Yeah.  Let's check it out."

We went down the hall.  Along one side of the hall, I put my ear against
the doors.  I heard nothing.  Mark did the same for the other side.  He
got the same result.

As we walked back to our room, he stopped next to the girl's room.
After a moment's hesitation, he took hold of the doorknob and turned it.
He put his finger to his lips and signaled that I should follow him.  He
pushed the door open.

Stacy and Amber were in the bed together.  Neither was sleeping; instead
they were in the classic sixty-nine position.  Amber was on top.  Her
head was bent down into the gap between Stacy's leg.  The bottom of her
flannel nightgown hid Stacy's face.  We stood in the light of the hall
for a long minute, just watching our girlfriends eat each other out.

I don't know how long I stared at them.  I only came out of the trance I
was in when Mark grabbed my arm and indicated we should leave.  When we
got back to our room, he closed the door and turned to me.  He was
staring at my crotch.

"I see you enjoyed that little show."

"I--" After a sigh, I tried again.  "Your sister and your girlfriend are
in the next room dyking it out.  And I--"

"You should be excited.  Stacy planned that out and I was supposed to
trick you to watch it.  Lucky for me you noticed the noise on your own."

"She planned to have me catch her with another girl?"

"Yes, Kenny."  He sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him.
"Stacy is bi.  She likes mostly men, but she enjoys women, too."

I sat down.  "So what does that mean."

It was his turn to sigh.  "It means she wants you, but...  Kenny, she
wants to play.  Amber and her have been lovers since she and I started
dating."

"And you're okay with that?  You don't mind your girlfriend fucking
other women?  Even your own sister?"

He shrugged.  "She doesn't mind me fucking guys."

I stared goggled eyed.

"I'm bi, too.  In fact, I taught Stacy how to suck cock."  He added
hastily, "With one of our mother's dildos.  We don't do anything with
each other."

He looked into my eyes.  "Though, we do swap."

He leaned over to me and kissed me.  For a stunned second, I didn't do a
thing, but when he placed his hand on the bulge in my jeans, something
happened in my head.  It was like suddenly what the hell.  Mark was
attractive for a guy, and his tongue felt good in my mouth.  I began to
return his kiss.  He pushed me away.

"Are you up for this?"

I nodded my head, but instead of continuing to kiss me, he slid to his
knees in front of me.  He unbuttoned my jeans and then pulled them down
with my boxers.  My rock hard dick stuck straight out from me.  He took
it in both of his huge hands and stroked it.

"God, Kenny.  Your cock is beautiful."

He leaned forward and took me in his mouth.  In a smooth motion, he
swallowed me to the balls and pulled up until the whole shaft was out in
the air.  He kissed the tip.  He ran his tongue down the center vein
with a slow motion.  Then he took me back into his mouth, deep-throating
me again.

For the next several minutes, he gave me the best blowjob I have ever
received.  He kept me on edge the whole time.  When I could feel myself
getting very close, I pushed him away.  He looked at me with concern.

Is it--," he started.

"No, I love what you were doing."  I swallowed.  "It's just that... I
want to do you, too.  Can you do what the girls were doing?  When we
were watching them."

He smiled and stood up.  As he dropped his pants, I striped off my shirt
and lay down.  He just pushed his off and lay next to me, facing my
dick.  I was staring at his long dick, comparing it with mine.  It was
shorter than his was, but it was a little thicker.  I took it in my hand
and began to stroke it.

"It'll be easier if you're on top."

He rolled on his back, and I crawled on top of him.

"I've never done this before," I said as I stared at the purplish head.

"You've gotten head before.  Just do what you like done to you."

Mark swallowed my dick again.  I stared at his for a moment more and
them took it in my mouth.  It didn't taste at all like piss; it tasted
like... well... like a cock.  I began to lick gently at the head before
I got the nerve to begin to suck on it.  I followed Marc's lead from
that point.  While I never took the whole thing down my throat, I was
soon fucking his cock with my face.

I came too quickly into his mouth.  The pain/pleasure of the sensitive
head as he swallowed my cum was too much.  I pulled his dick from my
mouth and stroked it as I tried to keep from screaming.  That sent him
over the edge.

He announced his cum.  I had just a second to get my mouth over his dick
before the first squirt filled it.  The third squirt was too much and
leaked from my mouth, but I swallowed the rest of the slightly salty,
slightly starchy liquid.

He kissed and cuddled next to each other like spoons in a drawer, my
dick snuggled into the cheeks of his ass.  The sound of screaming kids
woke us up.  Fr Jeff cooked a breakfast of pancakes and sausage.  Stacy
stared at me as I ate the first of the little links on my plate.  I
nodded when I made the connection.  She smiled at me and started on her
breakfast.

We spent the morning trying to teach me to ski and failed.  When I said
I would return to the lodge to lick the wounds to my ego, Stacy offered
to join me.  Mark looked over to me and gave me a thumbs up.

"So you did it," she said as soon as we were out of earshot.  "Are we
still together."

I stopped and looked down at her.  "Yes, we are."

She hugged me tight.  Like outside the record store, she began to cry.

"I was so afraid I would lose you, but you have to understand that I am
this way."  She pulled away and wiped the tears from her face with her
coat sleeve.  "I don't ask that you do it, too.  I would like you to,
but I won't demand it."

"Stacy, I need some time to think about last night," I stroked her long
hair.  "But it wasn't horrible.  I think I could do it again.  Maybe."

"Kenny," she said before sniffing a cry back.  "I'm a virgin, but if we
hurry, I wouldn't need to be much longer."

I stood in shock, forcing her to grab my hand and drag me to the lodge.
I was under my own power by the time we were inside.  We went to her
room.  Standing in next to the bed, we began to kiss.  Our tongues
tangled together as our hands began to undo the various zippers and
clasps of our clothing.  We only broke the kiss long enough to finally
shed what we were wearing.

She pushed me on the bed, then followed me.  She took hold of my cock
and rubbed it along the lips of her pussy.  I could feel they were
already wet.  She easily sank down onto the head of it.  The rest of the
shaft slowly disappeared between her lips.  After each inch, she would
stop and pull up again, before continuing to slid a little more.

When her body reached mine she whimpered and leaned forward.  Our chests
touched, and I wrapped my arms around her.  I kissed all around her
scrunched up face.

In a soft whisper, she said, "Hold me, Kenny."

I held her for several minutes.  Then she began to rock back and forth
on my cock.  Soon, she built up a steady rhythm.  She forced her hands
under my back, and rolled us over.

"Fuck me, Kenny."

I began to gently pump into her body.  Her whimpers became moans.  Her
moans become pleas to fuck her harder.  As I felt her grow wetter, I
complied.  She began to scream into the pillow.

There was a knock on the door followed by Amber's voice.  "You got a
minute before Fr Jeff returns with the kids."

"Come in me, Kenny."

I started to pound into her with the rapid strokes of my finale.  With a
grunt, I shoot my first load into her.  Then I shot at least two more.

We were dressed before anyone could notice.  The rest of the day and the
next night were peaceful.  While I did sleep close to Mark that night
nothing else happened.  Once home, we took every chance we could.
During his Christmas break, the four of us got together when Stacy's
parents were at a party.  Mark took me in the ass as Stacy watched.  I
returned the favour.

A week later, it was New Year's Eve.  I went to Stacy's because her
parents were throwing a party.  All night, however, Stacy avoided me.
Once I even saw her from across the room arguing with Mark.  He pointed
at me and said something.  She just nodded and walked away.

A few minutes before minute she walked up to me.  I took her into my
arms and held her close.

"Howdy, stranger.  I was getting scared I wouldn't have someone to
welcome the New Year with."

Her smile was as forced as the cheer in her voice.  "Never, Kenny.  I
love you."

"I love you, too."

"I hope you still do after I tell you this."  She looked away for a
heartbeat, then looked back at me.  "I'm pregnant.  It happened on the
ski trip."

My smile wasn't forced at all.  "Then our baby shall be that much more
special."

"Kenny?"

"Will you marry me, Stacy?"

She said yes just as the bell tolled midnight and the New Year began.

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