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Forward planning By davidb234

I guess now I'm well into my twenties I can say that it's not too bad
having a sister, or even two as I have.

The first ten years of my life with Jenny and Kelly were great fun. We
played with each other, shared all our toys, our friends and even our beds
when aunts and uncles came to stay.

When I got to eleven I was suddenly too ashamed to be seen playing with
GIRLS, I just didn't want my friends, by then all boys, to think I was a
sissy. At thirteen I felt the same, but also found I didn't like the way
other boys looked at and talked about my sisters, and became very
protective of them. So protective I got into a lot of fights, and no small
amount of trouble due to my self imposed role.

When I was fifteen I had my first real sexual experience when I got a
blow job from my date, and took home a pair of cum soaked panties after
giving her a hand job. That I was still a virgin didn't actually bother me
as I'd never seen the sense of pursuing girls just for the sake of getting
my cock inside them. I suppose it was some sort of innate respect for the
female of the species having three of them around me all my life. It was
this escapade that lead to my downfall, and changed my life beyond
recognition. I should perhaps mention that Jenny, Kelly and I all had one
year between us with me being the eldest. Mom had brought us up for the
past six years on her own after our father walked out one day and never
returned, preferring to live with his new boyfriend. (Yes, BOYFRIEND).

All my life I'd had Mom and the girls around, and although Mom made sure
I was never waited on hand and foot, and had to learn to do my part in the
household, my constant looking out for my sisters had made them only too
happy to do little things for me that I might have forgotten to do myself.
That's why two days after my blow job date (a Saturday) Jenny came into my
bedroom whilst I was in the shower and picked up all my dirty clothes ready
for doing the laundry. Things might not have been so bad if I hadn't gone
to sleep with those trophy panties on my pillow, and had put them in one of
my drawers instead. Now Jenny was smart, and, having been doing the
laundry for some time recognised all of hers, Kelly's and Mom's underwear.
She therefore knew these were strange panties in the house, and knowing who
my date was the previous evening worked out who they belonged to.

After I came put of the shower I spent the rest of the day in a panic,
wondering when Mom was going to pin me down to the origins of the unknown
underwear's owner. It wasn't until I was in bed, reading a fresh chapter
of my current favourite book that Jenny knocked on my door, coming in
before I had time to invite her. It was obvious she'd just come out of the
shower, because her hair was still damp, and she smelled of her favourite
lavender talc (mine too if I was to be truthful). Once more uninvited,
Jenny sat on the edge of my bed close to my hips, smiled and put her hand
in the pocket of her bathrobe. Slowly she pulled out my trophy, waved them
in front of my face and said wickedly "You really shouldn't leave things
like this about brother mine, it might be Mom that finds them next time."
Blushing furiously I snatched them from her fingers and shoved them under
my pillow mumbling 'thank you' as I averted my eyes. I then realised that
something fundamental had changed in our lives.

The one thing that had never been of any import in our family was SEX.
When young I'd been bathed with the girls, and even been in the bath with
Mom when water was short. We had all grown up to respect each others
privacy and on those moments when one of us had been caught with our 'pants
down' so to speak it was never a big deal, we just said 'sorry' and went
about our business. I had in fact seen both my sisters almost naked a
number of times, but had never actually realised they were growing up the
same as the girls I was dating, or trying to date. They were just sort of
'there' if you know what I mean. Suddenly, having Jenny sitting on my bed,
handling a pair of panties I'd removed from another girl made me realise
just how grown up she really was. In fact thinking hard, and really
looking at her she was absolutely gorgeous. Not just her beautiful face,
or her obviously well formed figure that I could see part of through the
partly opened front of her robe, but the way she was sitting there smiling
understandingly at me.

As if she could read my mind Jenny grinned and said softly "Was it fun
taking Sandi's panties off, or did she do it for you?" I guess I wasn't
thinking straight, because I looked up at her and said "How do you know
who's they are Sis?" Jenny giggled in the way of all girls, then said "Well
brother mine, I suppose I thought you only had one date that night, and
that it was Sandi that left home wearing them. I hope her Mom didn't check
on her state of dress when she got home. You still didn't tell me, was it
fun?" I grinned shyly, then spent the next ten minutes telling Jenny all
about my date with Sandi. Just after I finished telling Jenny how I made
Sandi cum through her panty crotch, and then took them off her to bring
home with me, Jenny gave a strained smile, leaned over to kiss me on the
cheek and said "OK, that's enough of your sex life, I have to get to bed.
Sleep tight brother mine, and sweet dreams" What Jenny didn't realise (?)
was that as she leaned over to kiss me goodnight the front of her bathrobe
fell open and I got a wonderfully detailed and long look at her wonderful
firm conical breasts. As this was the first time I'd ever seen them in
this context it took me by surprise, and I gasped as I realised I'd
suddenly got a massive boner. I was just glad it was covered by the bed
clothes and Jenny was unable to see what was happening to me. That was the
first time, but certainly not the last time, that I had visions of my
sister as I masturbated myself to sleep.

From then on my life changed beyond all recognition. The following
morning I listened out as usual for when the bathroom was free, and I could
go and get a shower without being disturbed. As the bathroom door was
slightly ajar I knew there was no chance of walking in on anyone so
blithely walked in, closing it behind me, just as Jenny stepped out of the
shower, naked but for a towel wrapped round her head after shampooing her
hair. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry Sis" I gasped as I stood there frozen to the
spot. For some reason I was unable to move as I stood staring at her, my
eyes moving from her breasts, with their firm contours and hard pointed
nipples, to her crotch which I saw was covered in wisps of soft golden
down. The fact that she also stood there not moving confused me slightly,
I'd have expected her to scream blue murder and tell me to get my perverted
ass out of there. "If you've seen quite enough David, could you pass me my
bathrobe from the door behind you" said Jenny softly. I shook my head and
suddenly felt as if my face was on fire as I turned my back on her, reached
up, took the robe off the hook and reached behind me with it so I didn't
get caught staring at her again. A moment or two after I felt Jenny take
the robe from my hand my heart almost stopped as her arms slip round me
from the rear, and I felt her body pressed against mine as she hugged me
tight. "I hope that did more for you than what Sandi did the other night"
said Jenny as she laid her head on my shoulder. She knew what an effect it
was having on me because her hand slipped down the front of my Pyjamas and
rested on the bulge that had appeared when I first looked at her.

Wondering what the heck was going on I took a deep breath and said "I'm
sorry Sis I didn't mean to stare I just didn't know you were still in here
I thought you'd finished and gone you won't tell Mom will you?" the words
came out in a rush as I realised the shit load of trouble I was in. I then
felt a soft warm pair of lips pressing against the side of my neck as Jenny
kissed me. She them pulled at my shoulders, turning me round to face her
and looked me in the eyes. "I won't tell Mom, if you don't and if you kiss
me properly before I go and get dressed." The next thing I knew I was in a
tight clinch, my lips covered with hers and her tongue pressing it's way to
find mine. How long we stayed like that I don't remember, I do remember
the result of the kiss though, and still blush when I think about it.
Whether by design, or by accident, Jenny's robe fell open as we kissed. As
I had a massive boner that seemed to get harder as each second passed it
ended up pressing against Jenny's pussy, and the only thing between us was
the cotton of my Pyjamas. It was also the only thing between her pussy and
my semen as I gave a loud grunt against her lips, and my whole body
shuddered as I shot my load

Not realising for a moment what was happening Jenny ended our kiss and
loosened her grip on me as I stood still trembling in front of her. That's
when she looked down to see what it was that was poking into her lower
abdomen. "Oh, jeez David, did I make that happen?" she gasped, as she saw
the wetness spreading across the front of my Pyjamas. I just stood there
and nodded, then gave a moan of pleasure as I felt her hand slip in through
the opening and grasp my slowly softening penis. I was still standing,
mesmerised as Jenny slowly released my cock from my Pyjamas, and stood
there cupping it in the palm of her hand, watching as the final drops of
semen slowly oozed out over her fingers. Her eyes opened wide in amazement
as she saw what was going on, then she pulled her hand back, dropping my
now flaccid cock and grinned as she brought her hand up to her mouth and
put out her soft moist pink tongue. As she pressed the flat of her tongue
to her fingers I watched in disbelief, and also felt my cock beginning to
stiffen once more. A moment later I was stood there, my hard throbbing
cock sticking out from the front of my cum soaked Pyjamas, my eldest sister
standing in front of me licking my semen off her hands, and her body on
display to me through the open front of her bathrobe.

When she had finished cleaning her hand up Jenny smiled at me and said
"WOW, now I know why Sandi wanted to give you a blow job the other night, I
don't suppose you'd let me do the same would you bro?" suddenly my brain
kicked into life and I said softly "Only if I get to do the same for you
Sis." Jenny smiled at me, nodded and said "Deal, I'll let you know when.
Right now though, give me those Pyjamas so I can wash them before Mom finds
them and asks what happened." The next thing I knew she was on her knees
pulling my pants down and smiling as she watched my cock throbbing inches
from her face. With a quick glance up at me Jenny took my cock between her
fingers and thumb, held it still for a second then touched the tip with her
pursed lips, then poked her tongue out to get a taste of my cum again.
Jenny stood up, kissed me on the lips and whispered "Go and get your shower
before things get out of hand, I'll see you at breakfast." Somehow I got my
shower, then dressed and began walking down to the kitchen, all without
snapping off my hard rigid cock at the base. I was also able to hide the
bulge in my pants from my Mom by quickly slipping on to my chair while her
back was turned. Jenny saw it though and smiled as she raised her
eyebrows, making me blush slightly. What neither of us noticed was the
fact that our youngest sister Kelly saw what passed between us and began to
get curious. By the time breakfast was over my erection had almost
disappeared, or at least wasn't quite so prominent, so I was able to get up
and leave the table then help Kelly do the dishes while Jenny cleared the
kitchen up.

Despite her promise Jenny was unable to get me alone once during the
rest of that week, and we knew evenings would be out of the question as
Kelly and Mom almost never went out. That's why on Friday I was even more
horny than usual when I went out to meet Sandi for another date. As usual
I walked round to her home which was just a block away, and knocked on her
door expecting her Mom or Dad to answer as usual. This time it was Sandi
that opened the door, and she stood to one side as she invited me in. As I
stood there in the hall waiting for her to put her coat on she stood at the
door to their living room and said "Well, come on in and sit down, I don't
want to go out tonight, it's going to rain." As I'd watched the weather
forecast and had heard nothing like this I frowned, but followed her
anyway, closing the door behind me. I sat down on the edge of the sofa,
feeling pretty tense, as I really wanted to get Sandi out into the dark,
and somewhere where we could be alone again. Sandi must have read my mind
because she giggled and said "Oh, don't worry David, my parents are away
for the weekend, so we have the house to ourselves." With that she came and
sat on my lap, put her arms round me and pushed me back against the
cushions as she pressed her lips to mine in a soft warm sensuous kiss. A
few seconds later and she was wriggling her butt on my thighs as she sought
to press the sudden bulge that had appeared, between her own. "Oh, WOW!"
she gasped "That was sure quick, what have you been doing since I saw you
last?" I tried not to blush, failed, and just grinned enigmatically as I
shook my head. "Nothing I wouldn't like to do with you again" I said "Only
this time I'd like to see what I'm doing instead of fumbling about in the
dark." Sandi looked at me, grinned and said "Me too" before sliding off my
lap, laying full length on the sofa behind me and gently pushing me off to
kneel on the floor beside where she was laying. As I knelt there, my
elbows resting on the edge of the sofa seat I looked down into her
beautiful deep brown eyes before lowering my lips to hers in a long soft
tender loving kiss. Soft and sweet though it was the kiss took a lot out
of both of us, and we both ended up gasping for breath as we slowly parted.
"Oh, WOW! Why didn't we do that a long time ago?" Sandi gasped softly, I
grinned at her "I never had the opportunity before, and I didn't know if
you'd want me to kiss you like that, especially when it did what it has to
me." Sandi smiled as a soft pink flush suffused her face and neck, and I
felt her hand slip between the sofa and me, until she could place her
fingers on the massive bulge in my pants. "Jeez, is that just from kissing
me?" she gasped. I nodded, then lowered my head so I could kiss her again,
smiling inwardly as she gasped when she felt the jerk my cock gave when my
lips touched hers. As our lips stayed in touch, and her hand remained
resting on the bulge in my pants I lifted one hand and began to undo the
buttons of her blouse. Just to be quite sure she wasn't going to object I
took it slow, until I felt her using her free hand to tug the hem of her
garment out of the waistband of her skirt.

Even with her help I managed to take a nice long time removing, or at
least opening, her blouse, and it was what I found when I searched for the
shoulder straps of her bra that confirmed Sandi was ready to have some fun,
because I couldn't find one. Slightly puzzled, because I didn't suspect
she might be wearing a strapless bra, (actually I didn't know about them
I'd lived such a sheltered life?), I broke off our kiss and lifted my head
to look for what I could feel. OH WOW! My second pair of naked breasts in
a week, and oh boy did they look wonderful. Just as firm as Jenny's, and
with hard pointed nipples the same as my sisters, this time I was going to
be able to actually feel them, I hoped. After a seemingly never ending
look at Sandi's naked breasts I shook my head to clear my thoughts, looked
at her and said softly "Can I touch them?" Sandi grinned up at me and said
in a husky voice "If you don't you're out of here buster, I didn't go to
all this trouble just so you could look at them." Tentatively I reached out
with my hand and touched my fingertips to her soft smooth skin at the base
of and between her mounds. I didn't see Sandi close her eyes as she felt
my touch, but I heard her soft sigh of pleasure, without knowing it for
what it was. When I moved my fingers to one breast and tenderly stroked it
up and round her suddenly hot flushed flesh she groaned with pleasure, and
I looked at her face to see her eyes screwed tight and her lips parted as
she sucked air in between her tight clenched teeth. Hoping it wasn't
causing her any pain I continued to move my fingers up her titty, only
stopping as I reached the tip. Here I stroked a circle around her dark
pink, softly knobbly aureole and turned my head to watch her face as she
moaned louder the more I touched her. It was then I realised she was
enjoying what I was doing, and knew the more I touched her, the better it
was for her.

With this in mind I placed two fingers each side of her hard nipple and
pressing slightly rubbed them back and forth over the tip of her breast.
That's when I realised just how sensitive a girls breasts could be, and got
the first indication that a woman's nipples are directly connected to her
vagina by nerves. Considering I still hadn't done more that stroke her
breast and nipple Sandi was as surprised as I was when she suddenly
screamed out in ecstasy as her orgasm took her by surprise. I also
screamed, but in pain as I felt Sandi's hand holding my rigid cock through
my pants suddenly clench into a fist, crushing my cock, and making me jerk
back to get away from the source of the agony. Somehow I still managed to
keep my fingers in touch with the centre of Sandi's pleasure, and almost
instinctively pressed my fingertips together, trapping her nipple between
them. Even though I realised what was happening to her, I was still
slightly bemused by the fact I hadn't touched her pussy to make her cum, I
guess I still had a lot to learn. As it was I just sat there on my heels,
my hand cupped gently over her hot flushed pulsating breast, and my eyes
firmly fixed on her eyes as I waited of them to open. When this happened
it shocked me to see the same look in them as I had seen in Jenny's some
days earlier when she had looked up at me whist pulling my Pyjamas down in
the bathroom. "What happened there Sandi?" I asked, just before lowering
my lips to hers in a soft tender kiss. Sandi looked up at me, grinned and
whispered "You made me cum like I never did before in my life, that's what
happened" "But I only touched your breast" I said softly, "I didn't know
you could have an orgasm without someone touching your..." I paused for a
minute, never having discussed sex with a girl before. "Without you
touching my pussy, you mean" Sandi said smiling. I nodded, "Well, neither
did I, so that makes two of us that were surprised. I wonder what would
happen if you got your hands on both at the same time?" A moment later and
Sandi was sitting up, and stripping her blouse off before laying back down
again, naked to the waist and her hand tugging at my wrists as she pulled
them up to lay covering both breasts at the same time. Not wanting to
spoil things for her, but feeling that I'd like to take another step in the
right direction I removed my left hand from her right breast and before she
could remonstrate lowered my head and covered her nipple with my pursed
lips.

Her loud moan, and tiny squeal of pleasure as I sucked hard on her
breast told me I was doing something right, and I started to work on her
left breast with my fingers as I suckled hard and noisily on her right. My
imagination was running riot as I sucked and stroked Sandi's wonderful firm
rounded titties. It was quite accidental when I discovered she like to
have her nipples pinched, and after doing it to her left titty with my
fingertips, and hearing her moan, and feeling her push her chest out, I
tried nibbling her other nipple between my teeth. This brought about
another orgasm, this time not so loud, or so long, but still sent tremors
through her soft young body, and made me stop what I was doing to watch her
cum again. As I waited for her to regain some control of her emotions I
spent the time gently caressing and stroking her chest, breasts and upper
abdomen, as far down as the waistband of her skirt. The one thing this
second orgasm did, was to make Sandi raise her knees, thus making her short
skirt fall down her thighs and bunch up round her hips. This gave me the
best look I'd ever had at her beautiful legs, legs I'd always thought would
be as good as any I'd ever seen on models in magazines. And Oh boy, were
they! Sleek, smooth and a wonderful shape, Sandi's thighs looked good
enough to eat, and though I didn't realise it just at that moment, that's
what I would be doing before long. As I knelt there with Sandi breathing
deeply, her eyes closed and a soft mile on her lips I turned my head and
looked down at her legs, this time leaning over to see what had been hidden
by her skirt. I was helped by the fact that besides her knees being bent,
her right leg had flopped down against the seat of the sofa, and her left
was leaning against the back. This meant I was able to look directly at
her panty covered pussy as it lay open before me.

To be honest it looked much better than I'd ever imagined. OK, I'd
already seen Jenny's, and naked too, but she had been standing up, and all
I'd seen was the swell of her pubic mound covered as it was by those sexy
wisps of golden fur that matched her hair. Here Sandi's pussy was laying
wide open, albeit covered by the crotch of her panties, and even they
didn't hide much seeing as they were almost transparent due to being so
wet. As I sat there looking hard to make out every curve, swelling and
indentation of a girls sex organ for the first time I felt a gentle touch
on my still hard cock. I turned, blushing again at being caught staring,
to see Sandi grinning at me. "Well David darling, like what you see?" I
nodded then said "I would if I could see anything, there seems to be
something in the way." Sandi giggled, "Want to take them off for me?" she
asked quietly. I nodded silently and she smiled back at me, closed her
knees and lifted her legs into the air. "Right then, go ahead" she said,
and I shuffled across the floor until I was below her hips. Slipping my
fingertips under the elasticated waistband of her panties I began to draw
them up her thighs, and over her knees. That's when I got probably the
best view I'd ever had or would ever have, of her pussy. With her thighs
together, and being bent at the hips I got a perfect look at her tight
puckered rosehole, and above that I saw her swollen pussy lips, glistening
with her juices, as they protruded from between the backs of her thighs.
This was so erotic I almost came on the spot, and anyway gasped in
amazement at what I was looking at. Giving myself a mental shake I
finished what I was doing, taking Sandi's panties off, and allowed her to
lower her feet to the sofa once more. What I didn't expect was for her to
lay her legs down in the same position as they had been a few seconds
earlier. Again this gave me a wonderful view of her wide open pussy, and
this time I was in a position where I could look directly at it.

As I looked up at Sandi's face, I saw her grin, then before I could say
anything she nodded and I saw from the corner of my eye that she was
thrusting her hips upwards inviting me to tale what was being offered.
This time I didn't wait and placed the fingers of my right hand on the
inside of her left thigh and slowly stroked them up and down as I watched
what was happening between her legs. I was amazed at the amount of fluid
that was coming from between Sandi's pussy lips, and even more amazed at
how wonderful the aroma was this close. In fact I decided I wanted to get
even closer so slowly lowered my head between her thighs until my nose was
just inches away from the source of the wonderful musky aroma. Remembering
what her panties had smelt like a week ago, and also the way they tasted
when I touched my tongue to the wet crotch as I lay in bed, I decided it
would be an idea to see what it tasted like warm and fresh. Nectar is the
answer, so sweet, and warm, musky and so aromatic, I couldn't get enough so
I pushed out my tongue and pressed it between the firm swollen lips in
front of me. This brought another scream of pleasure from Sandi, and this
time I felt a pair of strong firm female thighs wrap themselves round my
head as I licked at her cum oozing pussy. It had to be an accident, but as
I was licking at her pussy lips Sandi got so aroused she lifted her knees
up to her chest as far as she could, pulling my head up as she did. What
this did was to move my tongue up her slit until it was flicking at and
around her sensitive clitoris. That she enjoyed it was shown by the loud
scream of ecstasy she gave out, and the fact that she reached another
crashing climax, this time almost crushing my head as her body jerked and
writhed about under me. Eventually I managed to press her thighs apart
enough to remove myself, and I flopped back on my heels and watched her
shake and tremble as her orgasm rippled up and down her young frame. In
the end she fell still, so still I thought she'd collapsed, but then
detected a movement of her chest as she took a deep sobbing breath, and
opened her eyes to look up into mine. "That looked pretty impressive, was
it something I did?" I said with a grin as I looked into Sandi's eyes. She
nodded, then closed her eyes as she felt me taking advantage of her lack of
control by caressing her sopping wet pussy lips. Sandi lay there for some
few minutes enjoying my caresses, even sighing as she felt my long middle
finger slip between her pussy lips and enter her vagina for the first time.
Of course I had to spoil it by making her jump when I touched something
inside, something that stopped me going any further, and what I suddenly
realised was her hymen. Sandi was still a virgin! Why that surprised me
was the way she seemed to be so skilful at this whole sex thing. I
naturally thought she'd had lots of experience with other guys.

"Sorry Sandi, I didn't hurt you did I?" I asked in a worried voice.
Sandi lifted herself up, swung her legs over my head, and sat on the edge
of the sofa smiling at me as I got up to join her. "Not yet you didn't"
she said "But there's plenty of time for that later" and she spent the next
five minutes removing all my clothes and pressing me back to lay full
length on the sofa as she had been a few minutes before. "Now it's my
turn" she whispered, and pressed her lips to mine as she began to run her
soft warm hands all over my upper body. As she played with my suddenly
hard sensitive nipples Sandi looked at me and grinned "How's that feel?"
she asked softly "Great" I gasped, unable to say more as she silenced me
with her lips once again. As Sandi kissed me I felt her slip one hand
under my neck, and then experienced the touch of naked female breasts and
hard nipples, pressing into my flesh as a soft warm hand moved slowly down
my abdomen to rest momentarily with the fingertip buried in my coarse curly
pubic hair. I think Sandi was taken as much by surprise as I was when I
suddenly gasped out "I'm cumming.." Sandi quickly lifted her head and
turned to look down at where her hand was clasped round the base of my
shaft. I don't know if she intended to do what she did next, but she
leaned over my abdomen as she pulled back with her hand. This meant my
cockhead was suddenly pointing, not at the ceiling, but up my body, and at
Sandi's face. As I gave out a long loud moan of pleasure Sandi felt the
pulse of semen forcing it's way up the length of my penis, realising what
it was a second too late as the first hard spurt of cum splashed into the
centre of her beautiful face. She was so surprised she jerked her head
back, and found the next wad of cum was landing on her chest, followed by a
third splashing between her breasts. After that there was no more cum
wasted, because Sandi got herself organised and engulfed my cockhead in her
soft warm mouth and sucked me dry before she released me once more. After
releasing my softened cock Sandi turned to me and smiled "How was that
David darling, if it was half as good as it felt to me it had to be great?"
she then looked down at my cock that she was still holding in her hand as
she felt it swelling once more. "WOW, what brought that on again so
quickly" she asked, "You haven't seen the state of your face" I replied
with a grin. Having looked down between her titties and wiped the remains
of my cum off herself Sandi looked down at me and told me to stay where I
was, then left the room returning a moment later with a warm wet washcloth
and a towel. Between us we cleaned each other up, and were soon sitting on
the sofa, dressed once more, and me with another pair of panties in my
pocket.

As I lay back against the cushions on the sofa, Sandi twisted round,
placed her head on my lap and her ankles over the arm and looked up into my
face. "David, you don't think I'm a slut doing things like this with you,
do you?" I bent over, touched my lips to hers and whispered "How many other
guys have you done this with?" "NONE" she shouted, and began to struggle to
get up as she was suddenly pissed at me for suggesting such a thing. I
held her down, kissed her again, this time against her will for the first
time then said quietly "In that case Sandi darling, how can you be a slut?"
before I could say anything else Sandi threw her arms round my neck, pulled
me down and kissed me hard long and passionately before whispering in my
ear "I'm sorry David darling, I shouldn't have shouted at you like that, I
didn't think about what you were actually saying. I'm serious though
darling, I haven't done anything like this before, not with anyone." As I
now had my hand between her thighs and resting on her still hot and wet
pussy lips she smiled as I said "What, not even this?" Sandi shook her head
and arched her back, pressing her pussy harder against my cupping palm.
"No darling, not even this, just make sure you don't stop too soon I think
I might be able to have another orgasm if you keep this up." Sure enough
she did, this time not so loud or so hard, but enough to wet my hand and
make her thrash and writhe about under my hand for a moment or two. We
stayed like this for some time, being torn from our reverie by the scream
of the telephone. Sandi rolled off my lap and dashed out to the hallway to
answer it, coming back a few minutes later saying it was a wrong number. I
thought nothing of it, despite how long it had taken her to end the call,
but having looked at the time realised I was going to be late home and
liable to get told off for being out too late. As we stood in each others
arms by the door Sandi pushed me back and asked for the panties she had
given me earlier. When she had them she grinned at me, lifted the front of
her skirt and used them to wipe her wet pussy lips. "There" she said with
a giggle "Something to remember tonight by" I took them and said "At this
rate you'll run out of red panties, do you have many pairs?" Sandi grinned
and said "No, only one pair, and you have those in your hand." By now the
door was open and I was about to step on to the porch. I paused for a
second, then said "You did have two pairs though, because I have another
pair at home from last week." Sandi shook her head "I've told you, I only
have one pair of red panties, and you have them" "But what about the
others....." Sandi giggled and said softly "I think you better speak to
Jenny when you get home" and I was suddenly left facing a closed door
wondering what was going on.

I don't remember walking home or opening the door to let myself in. I
do remember Mom giving me a telling off and grounding me for a week. I
also remember the look she gave me as I walked past her to go to bed. It
was that look that made me take a shower before getting into bed, and I was
just drying off when I heard Mom close her bedroom door behind her. By the
time I was in bed the rest of the house was silent, and I lay back, my new
panties on the pillow beside me, trying to recall all the had happened. I
didn't hear my bedroom door open, as I lay there with my eyes, and ears
close. I did feel it when Jenny sat on the bed beside me and placed her
hand on my bare shoulder to shake me awake. As her fingers touched my
flesh it was if I'd received an electric shock, and my eyes flew open to
see Jenny by my side. "Shhh.." she said softly, and pressed a finger to my
lips to silence me as I woke up fully. "Well, how was it?" she asked
quietly, "How was what?" I asked surprised at her question. "Your evening
of passion of course. Was it as good as last week?" As I sat there too
stunned to reply Jenny grinned and slipped her hand beneath my pillow,
pulling out Sandi's panties and holding them to her nose. "WOW, I guess it
must have been really great, I wish I'd thought to give you some of my
panties smelling like this last week.." it was then that I remembered what
Sandi had said as she closed the door on me, "Jenny, what did Sandi mean
when she said I should ask you how many pairs of red panties she has. Why
should you know that?" Jenny smiled, "How many did she say she had?" Jenny
asked "One," I replied "But I have these, and the ones from last week, so
that makes at least two" Jenny shook her head slowly and I got out of bed,
went to my chest and opened a drawer. After a quick and frantic search I
looked at Jenny and said "They're gone, Sandi's panties are gone, God, I
hope Mom didn't find them" Jenny grinned and held up the ones in her hand
"Here they are bro, she told you she only has one pair of red ones." I
climbed back into bed, snatched the panties from Jenny's hand and said "OK,
Sis, what's going on here. How come Sandi got her panties back, and how
come you know all about it?"

"God, I didn't know I had such a dumb brother" sighed Jenny, "Can't you
work something that simple out for yourself, or do I have to explain it
all?" she said. It suddenly dawned on me, but I still wanted her to say
it, "Yes, tell me what's going on between the two of you, before I go
crazy" I replied, and lay back on my pillows with my hands behind my head.
Jenny shuffled round so she was sitting on the bed facing me, and giving me
a nice view between her thighs at her panty covered pussy, when she saw she
had my attention she smiled and said "Well, when I found out they were
Sandi's panties and knew what you two had been doing, I was jealous because
you couldn't do the same thing with me last week. I took the panties to
school with me and found an excuse to corner Sandi as we finished. When I
told her what I knew she panicked a bit and we ended up in her bedroom
while I calmed her down and told her I wasn't going to anything about it.
At least I wasn't going to tell anyone what you were up to. In the end we
had a really good chat about what it would be like having you make us cum
over and over again, and Sandi promised to tell me all about it next time
you made out." Jenny paused and grinned, "That's why I didn't do anything
with you last week bro, I wanted to let Sandi have a really good evening
with you so she could tell me how good you were, and what you liked doing,
before I had my turn." The thoughts racing through my head just then almost
made me dizzy, and I sat up slowly, getting a nice long look inside Jenny's
robe as she flashed her wonderful firm breasts at me. "And I've been and
screwed it all up by getting grounded. Just great" I said with a wry
smile. Jenny shook her head "Not necessarily brother mine, I happen to know
something you don't, and I'm not going to tell you until after breakfast,
so don't bother asking" with that she leaned over, pressed her soft warm
lips to mine and whispered "Good night brother mine, sweet dreams" and a
moment later she was gone.

I didn't want to get up next day, but having Jenny stroking at my hard
throbbing cock as I opened my eyes told me I had to, and soon. "Come on
you" she said "Time for breakfast, and Mom wants to see you before she
goes." "Goes where?" I asked as I sat up so Jenny had to let go of my cock
before I shot my load all over the bed. "You'll find out when you get
downstairs, now have a shower and hurry." Ten minutes later I was sitting
at the kitchen table having breakfast with Mom and the girls, "OK, what's
going on I don't know about" I mumbled through a mouth full of cereals.
"You and Jenny will be on your own until tomorrow evening David" Mom said,
"And I want you to remember you're grounded and don't try to sneak out.
Jenny has promised to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't do anything
you shouldn't, understand?" I sat there aghast, and was about to say
something when Jenny said "It's OK Mom, I'm sure he won't be naughty, by
the way, can I have a friend over to sleep tonight, I don't want to be
stuck with David all weekend, that won't be any fun at all." "Not a boy
friend I hope" said Mom with a smile, "Oh, come on Mom, you know I wouldn't
do that. It's Sandi, her parents are away this weekend as well and she has
to stay in too." Half an hour later Mom and Kelly were driving away on
their trip to see my grandparents, leaving Jenny and I waving them goodbye
until they were out of sight. The moment the car disappeared Jenny turned
and dashed indoors, picked up the phone and almost shouted down it "OK,
they've gone and Mom said yes." Slowly I closed the door behind me and
stood there looking at Jenny as she stood looking at me with a strange
glint in her eye. "OK Sis, what's going on here" I asked although I knew
full well what was happening. "It's your lucky day brother mine" she said
with a grin, "Mine too if I have my way, and I mean to get it if I can."
Jenny stepped up close to me, put her arms round my waist and pulled me
close to her body "In case you hadn't caught on David, I've fixed it for
Sandi to stay the weekend while Mom and Kelly are away, and the three of us
are going to have the best fun a boy and girl can possible have without it
costing a load of money. In other words brother, we are all going to get
well and truly laid." Before I could respond there was a knock at the door
and a moment later Sandi was standing where Jenny had been a moment ago,
her arms wrapped round my waist, her hips pressed against me and her lips
locked on mine in a deep sensuous kiss.

"OK, you two, knock it off we don't have all day you know" said Jenny as
she stood on the bottom stair. Sandi turned to her and said "Oh, sorry
Jenny, I thought we did have, in fact I thought we had almost two days."
Jenny laughed, "Yes, well you know what I mean. Let's get upstairs for
gods sake, I want to get naked with my brother." The thought of that
happening made it suddenly very difficult for me to walk, and both the
girls walked up stairs in front of me giggling as I struggled to shift my
hard cock to one side so I didn't hurt myself as I followed them. In the
end I walked into my own bedroom, where I found the girls sitting on my bed
chatting away like the old friends they actually were. I'd hardly stopped
by the bed before Jenny was on her feet and starting to strip my shirt off.
Sandi dropped to her knees and had my pants and shorts off me almost before
Jenny had got me naked to the waist, and I was suddenly standing there
naked, with a throbbing erection standing out in front of me with both of
them holding it gently in their hands. "OK, who's first" I asked, and
Sandi stood up, edged Jenny to one side and said "Me please David darling."
It didn't take long to get Sandi's clothes off, it was me succumbing to the
temptation to touch, then kiss her firm breasts, and her hot swollen pussy,
that took the time. In the end Jenny almost pulled Sandi out of the way as
she stood gasping with frustration beside us. "Come on Sandi, this isn't
fair, I want him to undress me now" she said and turned me away from Sandi
to face her. I could see from the way Jenny's face was flushed and her
breathing was pretty ragged, that she was getting worked up, so I held her
by the shoulders and placed a tender loving kiss on her lips as I said
"Don't worry Sis, I haven't forgotten you, I'm saving the best bit to
last." This made her smile, and as I touched the buttons on her shirt she
closed her eyes and turned her face up to the ceiling, offering her throat
and upper chest for me to kiss.

It didn't take me long to strip Jenny, seeing as all she had on was a
shirt and her skirt, her underwear having been left off when she dressed
that morning. It struck me just then that this was the first time I'd been
naked with two girls since I was about nine, and I hadn't seen then what I
was seeing right now. As I looked from one naked girl to the other I
grinned at my wonderfully good fortune and stepped forward so I could slip
my arms round both of them and pull them close to me. The feeling of
having two pairs of firm young breasts, each topped by hard rigid nipples,
pressed against my chest was more than my body could stand and I suddenly
found myself blushing as I shot a stream of hot sticky cum all over the
girls abdomens. It was Sandi who realised first what was happening, and in
an instant her hand was between our bodies and holding my cock as she began
to move it up and down my shaft trying to extend my orgasm for me. As soon
as Jenny knew what was going on her hand joined Sandi's and I found I was
being jerked off by both of them, and very successfully too, I might add,
because I just kept on shooting wad after wad of semen all over them. By
the time I was done, all I could do was collapsed on my back on my bed. As
I lay there I heard Jenny complaining about selfish brothers and lack of
control, until Sandi said something that stopped her moaning, and made her
bend over me and kiss me on the lips. Seconds later and the two of them
were licking my cock clean, before shoving me to one side so they could lay
side by side and clean each other up with their tongues. That when I got
the first indication Jenny and Sandi were willing to play with each other
if I wasn't available. As it was the girls didn't do more than lick each
other clean of the gobs of my cum that had landed on them. By the time
they were done I'd recovered my breath and was able to sit in the middle of
my bed, lean on the headboard and ask them to join me.

I have to admit it felt really wonderful sitting there, a naked girl
under each arm and my hands resting on firm, hard nippled breasts. The
fact they both had a hand on my cock didn't hurt either, and it wasn't long
before I had another raging hard on, much to the delight of my sister. As
we lay there I was kissing them turn and turn about, until Sandi stopped me
and whispered "David darling, do you remember what you did for me on the
sofa last night?" she giggled as the jerk of my cock answered her, "Well,
how would you feel about doing the same for Jenny?" again my cock jerked,
and again Sandi giggled, "I thought that would be your answer, and now I
can see what you did to me, and find out why it felt so good." With that
Sandi rolled off the bed, stood beside us and said "Come on David, you have
to be kneeling on the floor to do it right, and Jenny, you have to lay out
flat with your knees up." A minutes later and I was leaning over my
beautiful sister kissing her tenderly on the lips as I gently caressed her
naked breasts. That Jenny was enjoying what I was doing was made evident
by the noises she made each time my lips or fingers touched a different
part of her breasts, especially when I was sucking one nipple and tweaking
the other between finger and thumb. As had happened with Sandi the
previous evening Jenny also had an orgasm, one made special because it was
her first with a male being involved, and having me as that male made it
even more special. As I knelt there, my hand on Jenny's breast, and my
lips on hers I felt Sandi press her naked breasts against my back and
whisper in my ear "Christ David, did I cum like that last night?" I lifted
my head and nodded silently, then returned to kissed Jenny. By now Jenny's
eyes were opening and she looked into mine as I kissed her, saying, as soon
as she could "God, David, do that again will you, it's so much better than
doing it myself, of having Kelly do it for me."

The instant she said it Jenny blushed bright red, and gasped "Please
don't tell anyone I said that David, I promised I'd never tell anyone about
what we do, please darling, promise me you won't tell.." I pressed my lips
to hers and whispered "OK Sis, but only if you let me make you cum again
like I did Sandi last night." Slowly Jenny's blush drained away and she
smiled at me nodding as she "Oh, yes please darling, I'd like that." With a
final kiss on her lips I began to move down her body, over her breasts,
kissing each nipple as I passed them, then over her firm tummy tracing a
line of kisses as I followed the gentle swell of her softly rounded figure.
When I reached her navel I paused to twiddle my tongue in and around it,
making her giggle as it tickled her. While she was till reacting to this I
quickly moved my head down and covered her firm swollen mons with my lips
as I sucked on the golden wisps of down that covered her pussy.
"Agghhh...YES.. YES.. YES.." she cried as she felt my tongue slipping
beneath the protective hood covering her hard pulsating clitty, and
flicking at her sensitive bud. Suddenly Jenny went silent, and I looked up
in alarm expecting to see her passed out or something. Not a chance, all
it was, was Sandi covering Jenny's mouth in a hot passionate kiss as I
covered her lower lips doing the same thing. This double assault on her
senses took Jenny over the top and seconds after I replaced my lips to her
pussy she was screaming as the strongest orgasm she ever experienced
exploded inside her. This time when I looked up to see what had silenced
her she had passed out, and was laying their limp and silent. "Oh, shit,
why didn't that happen to me?" gasped Sandi as she sat back on her heels
next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder as I slipped my arm round her
naked waist. "Maybe because it wasn't the first time you'd had an orgasm
that strong Sandi darling" I said softly, "Besides, I think Jenny had been
waiting a long time for me to do something like this for her, she's
certainly surprised me during the past couple of weeks."

Sandi chuckled as she cuddled up close to me, "You don't have to tell me
that David darling, she's talked about nothing else since she found my
panties in your bedroom, all she wanted to do was have you pop her cherry,
and seeing as I want the same thing we decided to team up and see if we
could get you to do it for us together." I won't say this confession
surprised me, but if someone had hit me in the face with a sock full of
horse shit, I'd have though it almost a normal occurrence. I just sat back
on my heels, forgetting all about getting my hands on Jenny's naked pussy,
or having a naked and hot Sandi snuggled up close to my side. By the time
it had sunk into my numb brain Jenny had opened her eyes and Sandi was
informing her that she'd told me what their cunning plan for the day was.
Jenny grinned at Sandi, then looked at me, "OK David, what are you waiting
for brother mine, come and get it" and she lay back on the bed, opened her
legs as far as she could and brought her knees up to her chest. I looked
down at her wide spread pussy lips, grinned and lowered my face until I
could slip my tongue into her slick glistening love tunnel. After a couple
of minutes I looked up at her and said "Do you really want me to do it that
way Sis, I'd have thought it would be better if you were on top?" Jenny
grinned and nodded, "Even better, come and get in position, we have a lot
of time to catch up on, and we have to make time for Sandi too." I turned
to look at Sandi as she knelt beside me still, "You OK with this Sandi
darling?" she nodded, "Yes lover, we tossed, I lost, Jenny goes first,
providing I get to watch and maybe help out if needed" the grin on her face
told me she was happy enough so I climbed on to the bed, lay in the middle
and watched as Jenny straddle my thighs and leaned forward to kiss me on
the lips. "Are you really OK with doing this with me David darling. If
you really don't like the idea of making love to your sister I'll
understand. I won't like it darling, but I will understand." I took her
face between my hands, kissed her passionately and said softly "Jenny
darling, I've been fantasising about doing something like this for a long
time. No way am I going to refuse now I know you want it too."

Giving me a wide grin Jenny sat upright, shuffled up a bit until she
felt the tip of my cock touching her pussy lips them reached down between
her thigh to grasp my cock in her fingers. That's when she found Sandi was
about to help out, when she felt her friends hand already wrapped round my
cockshaft and guiding it to her wet swollen pussy lips and the tight
entrance to her virgin passage. I lay there mesmerised as I watched Sandi
guiding my hard throbbing cock to the entrance of my sisters cuntal
opening, and then feeling my cockhead being pressed between a pair of tight
virgin pussy lips until it slipped inside with a soft 'plop'. "Ohhh...jeez
that feels great.." gasped Jenny as she felt me enter her body for the
first time, and gasped again as she slowly lowered herself far enough down
to feel the tip of my penis touch her virgin barrier. Up to now Jenny had
her eyes closed, but as soon as she felt my cock touching her maidenhead
she opened them and looked down at me. "Do it for me please David darling,
pop my cherry like I always dreamed you would, make me a woman, do it
darling, please do it now.." as she was pleading with me to take the next
step I reached up, grasped her hips and held her tight at the same time as
I gave a hard upward thrust of my hips, making her cry out as she felt my
cockhead tear through her hymen, destroying it for all time. One single
cry of pain is all we heard from Jenny, but I could see she was clenching
her teeth to stop more sounds escaping her lips, and I saw how she grasped
her own thighs with her hands to stop her moving away from the hard
throbbing male member now buried deep inside her, until at last she visibly
relaxed and almost sagged against my chest. "Oh, damn that smarted" she
said softly "Don't tell Sandi will you David darling, she might change her
mind if she knew how much it hurt me." "Don't you believe it Jenny" Sandi
whispered as she lay her head on my chest "I don't care how much it hurts I
still want it today, so hurry up and get finished so I can get my chance."

Jenny smiled as she pushed on her hands and sat upright. This made her
gasp with pleasure as she felt my still rigid cock press deep into her
virgin cuntal passage and the tip touch against the mouth of her cervix as
she began to move her hips to and fro rubbing her mons and clitty against
my pubic mound. All the time she was doing this Jenny was moaning with
pleasure, right up to the moment that she threw her head back and cried out
in ecstasy as she climaxed once more, and for the first time with a hard
throbbing piece of manhood inside her. This orgasm was so strong Jenny sat
there with her body shaking and trembling for some minutes before she
finally collapsed in a limp heap into my waiting arms as I guided her
gently on to the bed beside me. "Oh, damn David do the same for me please
darling" gasped Sandi as she knelt by my hips watching Jenny as tremors
still rippled up and down her soft young body. "OK" I said "But I have to
get cleaned up first, I wouldn't like to make you sit on my blood and cum
stained penis straight after popping Jenny's cherry." Sandi was so
desperate she climbed over my hips and almost growled "You let me worry
about things like that David darling, it's not going to hurt me, and it
feels pretty sexy to have you pop my cherry so soon after Jenny's" and
without another sound Sandi was holding my cock still as she moved her hips
about searching for her hot wet pussy lips. "Can I help" said a soft
almost weak voice from beside me, and Sandi looked down and nodded "Would
you Jenny darling, please" and released her hold on my cock as Jenny took
over. A moment later and Sandi was impaled on my cock, her body slowly
being lowered towards my hips. This time there was no pause as Sandi felt
my cock touch her maidenhead, she was so worked up she just closed her
eyes, gritted her teeth and slammed down hard giving a loud cry as first my
cock ripped through her virginity, then hit her cervix making both of us
cry out, me in pain and her in surprise at having me so deep inside her.

By the time Sandi was recovered from popping her own cherry on my cock I
had almost forgotten I'd had it squashed against something firm and
unyielding and was all prepared to go to work on Sandi as I had with Jenny.
This wasn't necessary though as Sandi began to work herself against my cock
and pubes, leaning over so I could at least get my hands on her firm
pointed breasts and twiddle her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. All
this stimulation was more than sufficient, and in minutes Sandi was
screaming out as her climax hit her harder than anything she'd ever felt
before, and she also ended up collapsed on the bed beside me, shaking and
twitching as echoes of her orgasm rippled through her. After laying there
for a few minutes I realised I wasn't going to get a lot of help cleaning
up, so I shuffled down to the bottom of the bed and made my way quietly to
the bathroom where I had a quick shower. When I returned to the bedroom it
was with a bowl of warm water, a washcloth and towel. I then proceeded to
wash both girls groins clean of any signs of dried blood stained cum,
drying them off and giving them a light dusting of lavender talc to finish
off with. By the time I'd taken the bowl etc. back to the bathroom and
returned to my bed both girls were awake and sitting up, and ready to make
room for me between them in my three-quarter sized bed. For the next
twenty minutes I lay on my back being constantly kissed and thanked for
what I'd just done, and then being berated for not cumming inside one or
both of them. "Sorry girls, but I didn't try too hard because I didn't
think it would be a good idea, after all we don't want one of you getting
pregnant just yet, do we." Jenny smiled at me, then gave me a soft sweet
kiss, "That was sweet of you David darling, thinking of our welfare before
your own pleasure, but you don't have to worry about such things, Mom took
care of that problem almost a year ago." I looked at her, then said "What
do you mean Sis, Mom took care of that problem, what problem?"

"Well, it seems that one day when I was asking Mom for a larger sized
bra because my boobs were growing so fast she looked up as you come out of
the bathroom after having a shower. I looked up too and saw her staring at
you, and the erection pushing your Pyjamas out like a tent. I blushed like
crazy, Mom smiled at me and said 'I guess we better do something about THAT
little problem too, don't you Jenny?' that's when she sat me down and
warned me all about teenage boys, and how they'll all try to take advantage
of me as my body changes shape." Jenny giggled as she lay against my chest,
then continued "'It's not that I don't trust you to behave Jenny darling,'
Mom said, 'but I guess the time may come when you can't resist any longer,
or you get forced into doing something you don't want to. I think we
better go and see about getting you on the pill, don't you?'. That was
almost a year ago, and I've been taking them ever since waiting for you to
take advantage of me." This confession made Sandi giggle along with Jenny,
and she said softly "My Mom said something similar, but made me promise not
to let boys get 'too familiar' with me, and also promise that I'd try to be
careful if I couldn't be good. Was I good David darling, I certainly
wasn't trying to be too careful." This brought another bout of giggling
from the pair of them, and despite it still being mid afternoon we all
drifted off to sleep wrapped in each others arms as we were. By the time
we awoke it was almost lunch time and, despite them wanting to walk around
naked while we prepared the meal between us I insisted they at least put on
a T-shirt and skirt, even if they had nothing on underneath. Having
prepared a simple TV dinner for us all, we were sitting down tucking in to
it when my insistence at the girls dressing paid off.

There was a knocking at the front door, and I found two of my buddies
from school wanting me to go out with them. I was about to say I couldn't,
when Jenny stepped into the hall, saw who it was and said "Hi guys, I hope
you're not trying to tempt David to go out with you, because he's been
grounded for a week, and I'm here to make sure he stays in, OK?" before I
could say anything my mates looked at me, raised their eyes to the ceiling
and said softly "Jeez Dave, what a bummer, guess we'll see you in school on
Monday." I nodded, shrugged my shoulders and let them out. As soon as I'd
closed the door there was a burst of laughter from the kitchen and the
girls both put their heads round the door and said "It's a good job they
didn't ask what you were going to be doing all weekend with you sister in
the house with you, I don't think you could have lied yourself out of that
one, do you?" As might be expected the rest of the weekend was spent with
my hard cock buried deep inside one or other of the girls with me filling
both of them with my hot creamy semen at least three times each. This took
a lot out of me, and by the time Sandi had gone home, on her own so her
neighbours had nothing to talk about, all I was fit for was going to bed.
I'd just come out of the shower I shared with Jenny for the second time
that weekend, when we heard Mom's car pull up in the driveway. By the time
Mom and Kelly had brought their luggage into the house Jenny was walking
down the stairs obviously just out of the shower and went up to give Mom a
hug and a kiss. A while later, after I'd gone to bed, and shortly after
Kelly did the same Mom went and sat with Jenny in the kitchen and said
"Well Jenny darling, did David try to sneak out, or did he stay in all
weekend like he was supposed to?" Jenny told me she didn't know how she
didn't blush bright red when Mom asked her this, but she didn't, she just
said "No Mom, I can promise you David stayed in virtually all the time, and
only went out when I said it was OK." Mom smiled then said "And what about
having Sandi over, did he behave himself?" Jenny nodded, "Yes Mom, he was a
perfect gentleman all the time."

I suppose it was about three weeks later when Mom told us she was going
to have to go and stay with our grandparents again. Before our eyes could
brighten Jenny and I had our hopes dashed when Mom said "I guess this time
I can leave Kelly with you. She didn't really enjoy her last visit, did
you Kelly darling?" "No I didn't Mom, there was nothing to do and everyone
was so old they only wanted everything to be quiet." Jenny and I chuckled,
and I said "Well OK Sis, I guess we'll let you have some music on this
weekend, just so long as you don't disturb the neighbours." What made
things better was Mom deciding to leave on Friday evening, and then only
after calling Sandi's Mom and saying it would be OK if Sandi wanted to come
for a sleepover. As her parents had been invited to a party on Saturday
they said that would be OK, and agreed Sandi could come that evening and
stay until Sunday evening. It seemed that having me in the house wasn't an
issue for Sandi's parents, as they considered my being outnumbered three to
one was enough protection for the girls. It was, of course. There was no
way I would do Jenny or Sandi any harm, depending upon what one means by
'harm'. As far as we were concerned it meant doing them physical damage,
and that wasn't an issue because any physical damage had already been done,
and with their considered consent. The one thing that was bothering the
three of us was the presence of Kelly. So far nothing had been said to
her, even by Jenny during their nightly lifestyle discussions, not that
that made any difference it seemed, because as soon as we were sitting in
the kitchen each of us with a soda in our hands she looked at Jenny and
said "Right Sis, when does the fun start?"

I almost choked on the swig of coke I was about to swallow, Sandi did
the same and Jenny just went pale. "What do you mean?" asked Jenny softly,
glancing over to where I sat panicking inwardly. Kelly giggled "Oh, come
on Jenny, I know what the three of you have been doing, for gods sake our
bedroom reeked of sex when I got home last time. How Mom didn't smell it I
don't know, but I bet she got a good look at your underwear, and David's."
Sandi was the first to speak, "What did you say to your Mom Kelly?" she
asked in a quiet voice, Kelly grinned at her as she shook her head, "Don't
be silly Sandi, if I'd said anything to Mom, do you think your parents
would have let you come and sleep over this weekend. Of course I didn't
say anything, but that's not to say I won't." "And what's it going to cost
us to get you out of the house for most of this weekend Kelly?" I asked,
hating the thought of having to bribe her, but seeing no other way out of
our current predicament. Kelly shook her head, making her long golden hair
fly about as she grinned broadly. "Oh, it isn't going to cost you a penny
David darling, because I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying in until Mom
gets home on Sunday evening." "Aw, come on Sis, you know that'll screw up
our plans, be a good sister, and co-operate with us, I'll make it worth
your while." Again Kelly shook her head, "Sorry bro, it's no go. I tell
you what I will do though. If you do something for me, I promise not to
spoil your weekend, and never to tell anyone what goes on between you. How
does that sound?" I looked at Jenny and Sandi, both of whom nodded their
heads in agreement, then I turned back to Kelly and said "OK Sis, if I can
do it for you, I will. Just so long as you're not asking me to rob a bank
or something stupid like that." Kelly smiled at me, this time much more
softly, she then came and sat on my lap, snuggled up close to me, and I
heard Jenny say softly "Oh, no, not that!"

Before I could think what Jenny was referring to Kelly slipped her arms
round my neck, kissed me tenderly on the cheek and said "OK my darling
brother, what I want is for you to pop my cherry tonight so I can join in
with you for the rest of the weekend." "Damn, I knew that was coming" said
Jenny forcefully, "Come on Sis, you can't be serious about this. You know
what would happen to David if he got caught having sex with you, he'd be in
a youth facility before you could say 'young pussy'. Think what that would
do to Mom." "I don't need to Sis" said Kelly softly "I'm sure she knows
what's going on, you see when we got home last time she told me before I
went to bed that she was taking me to the doctors the following day for a
check up, remember that Sis?" Jenny nodded, and suddenly her eyes opened
wide and she gasped "She didn't?" Kelly nodded, smiled and said "Oh, but
she did, and she made me promise I'd take them every day without fail, or I
might fall sick," Kelly smiled at this, "That's all rubbish of course,
unless pregnancy is now a sickness. The thing is I have been taking them
as I should and I'm now as safe as you, and Sandi, I hope." Most of this
went over my head, although I did understand Sandi was on the pill as was
Jenny, and now Kelly as well. I still didn't understand what Mom had to do
with anything, until Jenny saw my bemused expression and said softly "What
Kelly's saying David, is that Mom knows what we're getting up to,
understood that Kelly would soon want to join in, and made sure that she
was safely on the pill before we were left alone again. Understand?" the
fact I went so pale Jenny thought I was about to pass out to

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� 2002 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved
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<wink>
All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.
</wink>

<AuthorsNote>
This story was inspired, to a large extent, by actual
events in the author's life. Except for Simon T. Duck
the names of the characters have been changed for the
usual reasons. The author saw no justification for
hiding Simon's identity. For a decade after the
events that inspired this story Simon T. Duck remained
a fixture around the San Joaquin Delta College Drama
Department. During that time he was enrolled in more
Drama classes than any other student and, true to form
for a drama major, he dropped every one of them.
</AuthorsNote>

Summer Theater
by
Norm DePloom

-Romance through the eyes of a much younger man.
Featuring a journey from boy friend to boyfriend with
many stops along the way to view hysterical points of
interest and exciting excursions into the warped
psyches of the principle characters.-


(Monday July 7, 1969 8:00 AM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater lobby,
Stockton California)

"Father John." Recognizing Shirley's voice, John
turned and waved to her before turning back to stare
at the firm round posterior of the young woman in
front of him in the line.

"Father John?" Asked the young lady turning to face
him, "are you a priest?"

"No," John explained, briefly letting his eyes wander
down from her brown eyes and elfin mouth to make sure
the rest of her petite five foot two inch frame
matched the exquisite beauty of her rear, "but I'll be
glad to absolve you of your sins if you make a full
and detailed confession." John's eyes returned to
hers. "I played 'Father of the Bride' in Garcia
Lorka's 'Blood Wedding', my senior year at Lodi High,"
he continued.

"There was a scene," Shirley picked up the story as
she joined them in line, "where the Father of the
Bride comes dashing down the stairs, pauses then says
'Not my daughter, she wouldn't do that'," Shirley gave
John a friendly nudge, "when John delivered that line
during rehearsal Sally said 'Oh my god he sounds just
like my father' from then on we have called him
'Father John'."

"Hi," the girl said looking from John to Shirley, "I'm
Nancy."

"I'm Shirley, and you've already learned Father John's
name." Shirley turned to her friend and touched his
face. "You've trimmed it down to a Van Dyke and side
burns," she commented turning his head from one side
to the other while she examined his recently trimmed
beard, "I like it."

"I've got a mom at home." John replied, slapping at
her hand then turning back to Nancy.

"And over there," John said pointing across the lobby,
"is Father Frank the Thespian Cleric who is a bona
fide Catholic Priest, a Jesuit in fact. Just in
case," John turned back to look at Nancy, "you have
any carnal thoughts you need to confess."

"You'll have to get used to Father John's sense of
humor," Shirley said, stepping between John and the
blushing girl, "your turn to sign in."

"There's Sally, " John said drawing Nancy and
Shirley's attention to the brown-haired girl coming
through the door, "she's the only person I've met who
wares innocents like a suit of amour."

"You leave her alone, she's a sweetheart," Shirley
turned back to Nancy, "you'll love her." Shirley got
Sally's attention and waved for here to join them.
While the two women were watching Sally cross the
crowded theater lobby John was busy trying to memorize
Nancy.

"Hey Shirley, hey John," Sally said a, little
breathless after hurrying in from the parking lot, "I
didn't know you had signed up for summer theater."

"It was either that or find a job." John answered.

"Hi," Sally, being far too polite to leave a person
out of the conversation, turned to Nancy "I'm Sally."

"Nancy." Nancy said, smiling back.

"You going to be attending here next year?" Sally
asked John always thought that Sally was a bit on the
nosey side, but it was all so obviously innocent in
nature that no one was ever offended.

"No," Nancy explained, "I'll be a senior at Stagg
High," Nancy glanced around the small circle,
apparently fearing that they would find her status as
a high school student unacceptable, "Mr. Nardou was my
drama teacher last year, he suggested I should sign
up."

"Well," Sally lowered her voice and spoke in a
conspiratorial tone, "I'm sure you're going to have
lots of fun." John's relationship with Sally and
Shirley was typical of all of his relationships with
members of their sex. He was one of their best
friends, and felt destined to never be anything more
than a friend. He couldn't remember how many girls
had told him how wonderful it was to know a boy they
could really be friends with.

Having filled out the sign-in sheets the group moved
through the center set of double doors to find seats
in the theater for the introductory session. John
watched as Greg, going through the door ahead of them,
introduced himself to one of the female high school
graduates who were there to get a head start on their
college credits. John watched, with a touch of envy,
as the schools most notorious cocks man 'put the moves
on' another young woman.
"Does anybody know whose play was selected for the
Student Production?" Shirley asked.

"I do," John replied snapping out of his depressing
line of thought.

"Who?" All three girls asked in unison.

"Can't tell you," he answered with a grin, "I was
sworn to secrecy."

"You don't know shit," Shirley shot back, "how would
you know whose play has been selected?"

"I'm psychotic," John answered, "I mean psychic," he
corrected with a deadpan expression.

"You were right the first time." Shirley chuckled,
finishing one of the little 'comedy' routines that
John and Shirley, much to the annoyance of their
friends, never seemed to tire of. In spite of John's
subtle efforts to sit next to Nancy, he ended up
sitting between Shirley and Sally with Nancy on the
other side of Sally.

Mr. Al Miller, the head of the drama department, spoke
first. After a long-winded welcome, during which he
outlined the schedule for the next six weeks, Mr.
Miller announced that he would be directing 'Carnival'
for the summer season.

"I think I'll volunteer to do a fire eating act."
John said loud enough for his companions to hear.

"Yea, right." Shirley answered.

"Really, I'm serious." John assured her.

"Where'd you learn to eat fire?" Shirley challenged.

"A book written by Daniel Mannix." The subject was
dropped after a stern look in their direction from Mr.
Miller.

Ignoring the obvious air of disappointment, both with
the play selected and the person doing the directing,
Mr. Miller introduced Mr. Nardou. John, having no
interest in a Readers Theater production of 'Don Juan
in Hell', tried, without being obvious about it, to
keep track of what Wayne, who had taken the seat on
the other side of Nancy, was saying to her.

"�and now," Mr. Nardou said, ending his part of the
opening remarks, after an equaly long winded
exposition on the history and traditions of readers
theater, "to introduce a new feature of our Summer
Theater session this year is Mr. Franklin Wilson."
Franklin Wilson was the 'old man' of the drama
department. His credits reached back to the days of
live radio drama. It was also somewhat of a local
scandal that, as he grew older, his wives grew
younger.

"This year," Mr. Wilson announced in a deep theatrical
voice that was instantly recognizable by anyone who
had heard one of the 'History of the Mother Load'
spots that he had recorded for the local elevator
music FM radio station, "as well as directing the
production of 'The Visit', I will supervise the
production of a one act play written by one of our
students. The play will be directed by a student and
all production decisions will be made by students."
Mr. Wilson paused and looked around the auditorium.
"The play I have selected is 'All Those Things That
Are True but Never Happened' written by John Adams."

"Sworn to secrecy my ass." Shirley said giving John a
shot in the ribs with her elbow.

"I was, honest." John said defensively.

"You can't put on that play." Sally said with a
shocked tone to her voice.

"Why not?" John turned toward Sally, ready to defend
his work.

"It's practically pornographic." Sally replied, in a
tone that indicated embarrent even discussing it.
John looked past Sally, trying to catch Nancy's eye as
she watched the interaction.

"You remember what Franklin said about it when we read
it in class?" John asked.

"Yes," Shirley leaned forward so she could see the two
women seated on the other side of John, "he said it
was, and I quote, 'Delightfully obscene'."

"And?" John prompted.

"Oh." Another stern look from Mr. Miller quieted the
discussion as Shirley sat back in the chair with a
sober expression on her face. Sally leaned over
closer to Nancy so John could barely hear her
whispered explanation.

"Mr. Wilson," Sally said softly, "said he wanted to
put on that play as the last thing he did before he
retired." Nancy nodded her head indicating that she
understood and Sally sat back in her chair.

"Can I play the prostitute?" Shirley whispered, a few
seconds later. John shushed her with mock severity.
Mr. Wilson finished his presentation and a break was
announced.

"Can I play the prostitute?" Shirley repeated the
question rather emphatically as the students began to
work their way towards the auditorium doors.

"I'm sure you can be a prostitute," John teased his
friend, "ah...I mean, I'm sure you can play a
prostitute, but the question is 'My you play the
prostitute'." John grinned at his friend's growing
frustration. "I think casting is going to be up to
the director." John finished.

"And just who is that going to be, Mr. Wilson didn't
announce it."

"Well..." John's voice trailed off.

"Yea, I know," Shirley continued with a friendly
mocking tone, "you've been sworn to secrecy"

"Miss Moorhead," Shirley jumped when she heard Mr.
Wilson's deep, measured voice behind her then turned
to face him, "could I have a few minutes of your
precious break time?"

"Yes, of course." Shirley gave John a questioning
look as she moved to follow Mr. Wilson back down the
isle toward the stage. John maintained a look of
practiced innocence until Shirley looked away.

"Let' go get some coffee." John addressed his
suggestion to Nancy and Sally.

"Great idea." Wayne replied, joining the group on the
other side of Nancy. John noticed that Sally was
staring at the stage instead of walking up the isle
with the others. Following her line-of-sight he
discovered the focus of her attention.

"You want some coffee," John asked, "or you just going
to stand here with your mouth hanging open?"

"Oh shut up." Sally blushed as she pushed past John
and walked up the isle to join the group headed for
the student lounge. John turned to look once more at
the object of Sally's interest. The set construction
manager, a tall, thin, cowboy hat wearing redneck
named Paul had apparently attracted the attention of
John's shy innocent friend.

"No accounting for taste." John muttered as he hurried
after the current object of his attention. As they
worked their way out of the theater and across the
patio to the 'scrounge lounge' they were joined by
Greg, Greg's soon-to-be next conquest, Cynthia, and
George, the theatrical lighting guru. As was common
in such a situation John, after getting coffee for
himself and the two girls he had originally invited,
spent the time observing the interactions of the other
students and occasionally contributing a witty comment
to the conversation. The students sharing the table
with John, especially the males, made calculated
efforts to demonstrate how unimpressed they were that
his play had been selected.

"You sneaky little shit." While the big grin on
Shirley's face transformed the words into a friendly
greeting, the volume of her voice drew the attention
of every student in the lounge. Shirley crossed the
room and, pulling up a chair from another table,
squeezed in between John and Nancy.

"You knew he was going to ask me to be the director,
didn't you," Shirley's voice managed to be joking and
accusatorial at the same time, "and you didn't say a
word to me."

"I was..." John's voice trailed off as Shirley
interrupted him.

"Yes, I know, you were sworn to secrecy." John and
Shirley's attention turned to Sally as their friend
stood up.

"I'll, ah, I'll meet you guys back in the auditorium."
Sally stammered before rushing from the lounge.

"Where's she going?" Shirley asked as they watched
Sally disappear through the door.

"Probably to sign up for set construction." John
answered with a smile. When Shirley gave him a
questioning look John almost imperceptibly raised his
eyebrows, and returned her look, patiently waiting for
her to figure it out. Finally the light came on.

"Oh," Shirley said with a smile, "well, no accounting
for taste." John downed the last of his coffee.

"We'd better be getting back." John observed as he
stood up. This was followed by a flurry of watch
checking then a scrapping of chair legs on the floor
as everybody prepared to walk back to the theater for
the beginning of auditions. John's desire to position
himself between Nancy and Wayne was thwarted when
Shirley pulled him to the side.

"Franklin wants us to sit with him during auditions."
John watched Nancy and Wayne leaving the lounge
together as he listened to his friend. "So we can
work on casting your play," Shirley explained as she
and John walked toward the door together.

"What are you doing for your audition?" Shirley asked
as they walked side by side across the patio area.

"I'm doing a scene from 'Mark Twain Tonight'," John
answered, looking at his friend with a smile. "What
are you doing?"

"The Queen of the Mountain Troll's speech from 'Peer
Gynt'."

"That sounds awfully familiar," John teased with a
grin, "didn't I see somebody playing that role last
semester?" John stopped walking and posed like he was
deep in thought. "Let's see now, who was that?"
Shirley gave her friend a shove and continued walking.

For the next two weeks virtually all of John's time
was involved, with Shirley, and under the supervision
of Franklin, in production work on his play. Despite
his best efforts John could only spare a few minutes
each day to seek out the object of his obsession.
Most of the time he found Nancy and Janet, her younger
sister, who, although not a student, had begun to hang
out around the Green Room, in the company of Wayne,
Greg, and the rest of the 'technical' theater group.
On those few occasions when John managed to find Nancy
alone, or just in the company of Janet, John would do
his best to impress them with his wit and wisdom.

In a deliberate effort to protect the two young ladies
from some of the less savory activities of this group,
John spent several evenings getting involved in; a
watermelon fight (carried out with stolen
watermelons); a contest to see who could steal the
largest number of phone books from phone booths along
Pacific Avenue; several parties where he declined to
ingest alcohol or any other drugs in order to maintain
an element of control over the activities; and other
'hijinks' he normally would have avoided.

----------------
(Sunday July 20, 1969 7:25 PM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater Green Room,
Stockton California)

The room was filled with actors, stage crew, lighting
technicians and all the flotsam and jetsam of the
summer theater department. Three televisions sat side
by side on the table against the wall. Each
television was tuned to a different network. Each
network, while showing the same picture, carried
slightly varying commentary. Everyone in the room
watched with undivided attention as the three not
quite in sync televisions displayed the same grainy,
slightly blurred black and white picture. The voices
of the commentators were replaced by one of
considerably lower quality.

"That's one small step for man," the voice said, "one
giant leap for mankind." Despite his love of science,
science fiction, technology and the space program,
John found his attention being drawn elsewhere during
these historical moments. As could be expected John's
main distraction was Nancy. Nancy was in the women's
dressing room getting ready for the performance of
'Carnival' scheduled for that evening. As was often
the case the doors to both the men's and women's
dressing rooms had been propped open in an effort to
keep the rooms from becoming too warm. The dressing
rooms were arranged so that ninety nine percent of
each room was still hidden from view when the door was
open. John, Shirley and Sally were sitting separate
from the rest of the Green Room denizens, putting them
in position to see that small portion of the women's
dressing room that was revealed by the open door. For
whatever reason Nancy was finding it necessary to
repeatedly walk into that one percent of the women's
dressing room that fell into John's field of view.
This would have been distracting enough; that she
chose to do it wearing nothing but a bra and half-slip
made it impossible for john to concentrate on either
the historical news broadcast, or on the conversation
between Shirley and Sally.

"Really," Sally said, speaking softly so only Shirley
and John could hear, "Greg and I were setting on the
stairs talking. He was telling me how empty and
meaningless his relationships felt, and then he pushed
me down on the stairs and started kissing me, I
couldn't believe it."

"The pig, what did you do?" Shirley asked
sympathetically.

"I laughed and told him I didn't appreciate that kind
of teasing. I mean he couldn't have been serious,"
Sally got an unbelieving look on her face, "sex on the
stairs?" Shirley gave John an amused look as Sally
stood up. "I, ah, promised Paul I'd help him with
some last minute stage work." Sally gave her friends
a smile that acknowledged the lameness of her excuse
as she headed through the door leading to the back
stage area of the theater.

"Like a suite of armor." John said softly as they
watched her leave.

"I'd be careful if I were Greg," John's eyes moved
past Shirley and back to the women's dressing room
door as he talked, "Paul strikes me as the kind who
would express his unhappiness in a very physical way
if he found somebody making a pass at his new
girlfriend."

"He'd probably want to make an adjustment to the
offenders anatomy with his 'universal tool'." John
chuckled at his friend's reference to the name Paul
had given to the hammer, which habitualy hung from his
belt. As he watched John was rewarded with another
glimpse of Nancy as she moved in and out of his view.

"She is very pretty," Shirley commented as Nancy moved
back out of their view, "isn't everybody saying that
she's Wayne's girlfriend?"

"Pretty much everyone said that," John grinned at his
friend, "except for one very important person."

"Who was that?" Shirley asked, watching her friend
watching for his new friend's next appearance

"Nancy."

"She dos seem to have a bit too much between her ears
to have stayed with that group for long." Shirley
leaned closer to her friend, "you take her out yet?"

"We went for coffee after dress rehearsal yesterday."
John answered with an un-expected blush.

"And..."

"And nothing," John's voice momentarily verged on mild
annoyance, "I took her home, I'm not Greg you know."

"Thank god," Shirley dissipated her friend's momentary
anger with a broad grin that lit up her face, "you
taking her out after the performance tonight?"

"Yes, out for coffee, then I'll be taking her home
again." John found nothing objectionable or unusual
about his friend's interest in his newfound social
life. The two friends sat quietly for a few minutes
watching the news coverage and the occasional
momentary appearance of Nancy in the dressing room.

"You nervous?" Shirley asked.

"No," John replied with a grin, purposefully mis-
understanding what his friend was referring to, "it's
just coffee, maybe a piece of pie..."

"No, you idiot, I mean your play," Shirley pushed her
friend playfully, "and you know it."

"We've done all we can do, now it's up to them." John
said waving vaguely at the other people in the room.

"Good thing we're going on before 'Carnival'," Shirley
glanced at the clock on the wall which indicated the
time to be 7:40, "they're going to have to pull
themselves away from the televisions and start getting
ready." As if on cue Mr. Miller walked into the Green
Room.

"You've seen the moon walk, now turn off the TV's and
get ready." He seemed to think that NASA had
scheduled the moon walk with the malicious intent to
ruin his production of "Carnival". The six actors,
five men and one woman, who were to be performing in
John's play wondered over to join the author and
director, while the rest of them moved into the
dressing rooms or out into the theater to take care of
their assigned tasks.

----------------
(Sunday July 20, 1969 10:00 PM
Lyons Restaurant,
Stockton California)

"...yes, Shirley and I have known each other since
tenth grade," John found himself talking far more than
usual, "we've been through every drama class and play
together all through high school." He still had
trouble believing that this beautiful girl wanted to
be with him.

"I thought your play was great," Nancy took a sip of
coffee then smiled at her new friend, "although I'll
make sure it's not being performed the night my
parents come."

"Which part would they object to," John asked, setting
his coffee mug down, "the 'delightfully obscene' part?
Or the 'totally blasphemous' part."

"I can safely say," Nancy said after a moments
thought, "that they would object to the entire first
act." They both laughed at the joke. "You majoring in
drama?" Nancy asked.

"No," John answered, "I'm majoring in staying alive."

"What's your goal?" Nancy asked after John had
managed to convey to the waitress, using universally
accepted coffee shop sign language, that he wanted a
refill.

"My goal is to not get shot." John said with a not
very sincere laugh, "my plan is to keep my student
deferment until the 'powers that be' sober up and stop
sending us to Southeast Asia to be shot at by
decidedly unfriendly Southeast Asians."

"You probably should not bring that up when you meet
my dad," Nancy laughed. The conversation stopped as
the waitress refilled John's cup.

"I can't belive you didn't offer me a ride home
Tuesday night," Nancy said as soon as the coffee pot
toting waitress had moved on to the next booth, "I was
looking right at you when I asked if anyone could take
me home."

"Mike rode over with me," John explained, "and I was
trying to find out if he was ready to go, or could get
a ride with someone else. Then Greg jumped in and
offered."

"I'd better be getting home." Nancy announced after
glancing down at her watch. John took a last drink
from his cup then, after sliding out of the booth,
extended his hand to help Nancy slid from the other
side. After dropping fifty cents on the table, and a
quick stop at the cash register to pay the bill, John
escorted Nancy out to the parking lot and, opening the
passenger side door, helped her into the car before
walking around to the driver's side and climbing in
himself.

"This is a nice little car." Nancy commented as he
started the engine.

"It's an Austin American," John said as he navigated
through the parking lot, "Actually it's my sister's
car but I'd rather drive it than my parent's Dodge
Dart."

"It's nice. You remember how to get to my parent's
house?"

"Yes," John gave her a quick smile, "just follow the
signs pointing the way to Los Angeles." He laughed.

"People think I'm kidding when I tell them to do
that." Nancy smiled back. A few minutes later they
arrived at an intersection that had a sign indicating
the route through town to Highway 99. 'LOS ANGELES'
and 'SACRAMENTO' it announced with an arrow pointing
to the left.

Although neither one of them would be able to remember
what they talked about, John and Nancy continued their
conversation as he drove across town to her parent's
house. They continued to talk parked in front of the
house until Nancy announced, for the Nth time, that
she absolutely had to go inside, and that she 'really,
really meant it' this time.

John opened the door for Nancy, then offered his hand
to help her get out of the car. They continued to
hold hands while they walked up the well-lit driveway,
then across the lawn to the front door. At the door
John said good night, then leaned forward tentatively
and, since Nancy made no move to pull away pressed his
lips to hers in a chaste, closed mouthed kiss.

After Nancy whispered 'good night' and disappeared
into her parent's house, John walked back to the car
and, after driving the short distance to Highway 99,
merged onto the freeway heading north. Twenty minutes
later, with no distinct memory of the trip, he pulled
into the parking lot of the apartment complex where
he, his parents and two of his three sisters occupied
two apartments.

----------------
(Friday Aug 1, 1969 7:45 PM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater Green Room,
Stockton California)

"Let's watch the play," at the sound of the familiar
voice John turned and looked up at Shirley who was
standing beside him.

"You really want to sit through a reading of 'Don Juan
in Hell'?" John asked with an unpleasant expression
on his face.

"Nancy had to go home," Shirley sat down beside her
friend, "you might as well watch the play with me."
Shirley gave the reluctant John a friendly push.
"This way we can make snide comments about it tomorrow
during the critique session"

"Or," John said stirring from his funk, "we can make
snide comments about their performances while we
watch."

"That goes without saying." Shirley replied, standing
up and extending her hand to help her friend from his
chair. After accepting his friends extended hand,
John turned and, after picking up the plastic duck
named 'Simon T. Duck' which was a fixture of the drama
department, followed her through the door leading
backstage. As they walked through the darkened
backstage area toward the auditorium Shirley suddenly
stopped, then held finger to her mouth indicating a
need for silence. John looked across the stage in the
direction Shirley was staring. It took a few seconds
for John to make out the couple making out in the
shadows. It took him a moment or two more to realize
that the woman who was leaning against the backstage
wall, enthusiastically kissing the man whose hands
were exploring her body was Sally. The man with the
exploring hands was none other than Paul the cowboy
hat wearing redneck. In order to insure that they
would remain undetected John leaned close to Shirley
and spoke with his lips almost touching her ear.

"You think he will be able to pick the lock on her
chastity belt?" John whispered. John found Shirley's
warmth against his body exciting. Their lips almost
touched as they turned their heads so Shirley could
reply.

"Oh shut up," she whispered in his ear, her hot breath
sending a chill down his spine, "I think it's sweet."
Not wanting his friend to think he was breaking their
unspoken friendship rules, John pulled back slightly.
Shirley waited for a moment then led the way through
the door beside the stage into the auditorium proper.
John had to admit that, in spite of his prejudice
against cowboy hat wearing rednecks, he found Paul to
be an intelligent, likeable guy.

"Lets sit front row center," John suggested, "so we
can make faces at them when we get board."

"Good idea." Shirley agreed grinning back at him.
John realized, not for the first time, how often he
and Shirley had the same ideas. Taking the lead John
moved through the almost empty theater to the
indicated seats. The hydraulic orchestra pit had been
raised to stage level giving the actors plenty of room
to sit at their reading stands in front of the closed
curtain. This configuration placed the front of the
stage within reach of people setting in the front row.

"How are things going with tu amor?" Shirley asked as
John placed 'Simon' on the floor between his feet
after they were seated.

"We've just gone out for coffee on the way to her
house a couple of times." John answered defensively.

"Just coffee?" Shirley asked with a teasing grin.

"Well," John answered with a combination of pride and
embarrent, "I kissed her goodnight."

"Lucky her." Shirley said as the actors walked onto
the stage. John was glad the dimming house lights hid
his blushing face. Both Shirley and John slid down in
their seats and leaned towards each other until their
heads were almost touching. In this position they
could continue their whispered exchange as the
production got underway. It was a game they both
enjoyed, and had played under many different
circumstances. The unstated goal being to embarrass
and humiliate the other one by making them laugh out
loud at an inappropriate moment. John was the
undisputed champion of this little game having, on
previous occasions, regularly causing Shirley to laugh
loud enough to attract the interest of not only the
rest of the audience, but also the actors on the
stage.

Shirley proved to be more in control of her self than
usual. While she chuckled softly at many of John's
comments he failed to get the outburst of uncontrolled
laughter that was always his goal. John's failure was
due, at least in part, to his being more aware than he
ever had been before of Shirley's warmth and her
totally captivating odor.

About halfway through the play John leaned forward,
picked up Simon and placed him on the edge of the
stage facing the actors. This act was rewarded with a
quickly choked off burst of laughter from his
companion; looks of both amusement and anger from the
actors; a reprimand from Mr. Miller the next morning;
and a permanent place in the lore of the San Joaquin
Delta College Drama Department.

----------------
(Wednesday August 20, 1969 7:40 PM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater Lobby
Stockton California)

John walked the length of the theater lobby stopping
as he approached the western end to look out the open
double doors and scan the parking area for newly
arrived cars. Shirley watched with an amused smile as
her friend turned and, for the dozenth time walked
back to lean against the counter and keep her company
as she passed out programs. As curtain time
approached John's trips to the side doors to look for
the object of his obsession, and her family, came at
closer and closer intervals.

"Calm down," Shirley advised, "you know they're going
to get here." John smiled weakly at his friend then
made another trip to the doors to check out the
parking lot. As is usual in such a situation, despite
John's vigilance Nancy, her parents, and her younger
sister appeared at the door when he wasn't watching.

"John, this is my father, Paul." The introduction was
followed by a handshake. "This is my mother Doris."
John nodded his head, almost a gentlemanly European
bow towards Nancy's mother. "And you've already met
my sister, Janet." John smiled at the younger girl.

"John wrote the play for the student production."
Janet said with a mischievous grin, obviously bringing
up a subject she knew her older sister did not want
discussed.

"My play's not being performed tonight," John
explained talking to the parents, "but this is Shirley
Moorhead, she directed my play." John smiled at his
friend as she handed programs to Nancy's family. John
thought Nancy's smile seemed to lack a bit in the area
of sincerity as she watched Shirley being introduced.

"What is your play about?" Janet asked with
exaggerated innocents, ignoring the malevolent look
she received from Nancy.

"It's a social satire commenting on modern life."
John explained, with intentional vagueness, as he led
the group toward the door into the theater proper.

"Maybe we should come back when we can see John's
play." That suggestion got her a whispered 'shut up'
from Nancy as the two girls followed John, and their
parents, down the isle. The house lights began to dim
before John and Nancy's family had finished settling
into their seats. John sat between the two sisters
and found that while Janet laughed quietly at most of
his softly spoken side comments, Nancy seemed to be
annoyed by his attempts at humor. As the evening wore
on John couldn't help but think about how much more
fun it was to watch a play with Shirley..

----------------
(Friday August 22, 1969 10:00AM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater Green Room
Stockton California)

John looked up from his book as Shirley set the
unexpected but very welcome cup of coffee on the table
in front of him. Shirley set her own cup of coffee on
the table then pulled the chair next to John's away
from the table and sat down next to him.

"What are you reading?" Shirley asked lifting the
book up so she could read the title. "Don't you have
those books memorized?" She teased with a grin.

"Just about," John took a sip of his coffee, "this is
the last day of the summer session and I wanted to
read all three of them again before the fall semester
started."

"I did notice that you are still signing your name
with Elfin script." Shirley observed, after taking a
sip from her cup. The two friends sat quietly for a
few minutes drinking their coffee.

"What are you planning for tonight?" Shirley asked, a
little too casually.

"Nancy and I are going to watch 'The Visit' together,
then I was going to give her a ride to the closing
party." John wasn't sure why, but he avoided calling
his arrangement with Nancy a 'date' while he talked to
Shirley.

"Sounds like fun." The tone of Shirley's voice
contradicted the contents of her speech.

"Would you like to sit with us?" John asked,
responding to what he perceived as depression in his
friends demeanor.

"No," Shirley responded with a weak smile, "I'll be
sitting with Sally and Paul." They sat and sipped
their coffee in silence for a few minutes.

"You know," Shirley broke the silence, staring into
her cup of coffee as she talked, "I really enjoyed
working on 'All Those Things' with you."

"I had a good time too," John smiled at his friend,
noticing that she seemed to be acting
uncharacteristically shy, "especially the rewrite work
we did." John noticed that his mention of the time
they had spent together re-working his play brought a
smile to Shirley's face. "You really had some good
ideas."

"You planning on doing more writing?" Shirley asked
after another period of silent coffee sipping.

"Of course," John replied, "I've got a couple of ideas
kicking around in my head"

"Oh?" Shirley encouraged her friend.

"Another one act play titled 'The Acid Head and the
Jehovah's Witness'..."

"Sounds promising."

"...and a story tentatively titled 'The Adventures of
Erogenous Jones'."

"You going to make that one 'delightfully obscene'?"
Shirley asked with obvious interest.

"I was thinking more along the lines of 'delightfully
pornographic', something that will really make Sally
blush." John smiled at the thought.

"Making Sally blush isn't much of a goal to shoot
for," Shirley chuckled, "you do that virtually every
time you talk to her." There was another silent pause
before she continued again. "Have you ever thought
about writing with a partner?" She finally asked.

"Well," John answered thoughtfully, "I wrote 'The
Importance of Being Varro' for a class project with
Mike and, yes, I enjoyed working with a collaborator."
They sat in silence for a few minutes then Shirley
sighed loudly.

"I'd love to partner up with you," Shirley spoke
softly, "think about it and let me know." John
watched as Shirley, her hands trembling, set her
coffee on the table then, without saying any more,
pushed her chair back, stood up and hurried from the
Green Room. John watched his friend rush from the
room then sat, deep in thought. It was obvious, even
to John, that Shirley had been talking about more than
just being a writing partner. Leaving his dog-eared
copy of 'The Fellowship of the Ring' on the table
beside the empty Styrofoam cups John left the Green
Room. The perils faced by Frodo and his band of
Hobits did not seem nearly as important right now, and
John needed to think.

----------------
(Friday August 22, 1969 8:00 PM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater,
Stockton California)

As John sat beside Nancy waiting for the house lights
to dim, and the curtain to rise for the last
performance of 'The Visit' he kept looking across the
auditorium where Shirley sat with Sally and Paul.
Whenever Shirley noticed him looking at her she would
smile back. A few minutes after the production
started John watched as Shirley walked up the far isle
and left the auditorium.

"Ah, Nancy," John whispered a couple of minutes later,
"can you make other arrangements to get to the party?
And home?" He new he was being incredibly rude to
Nancy, but at the moment nothing seemed more important
to him than being with Shirley. Without waiting for
an answer John excused himself past the other people
in the row and, walking through the lobby, stepped out
into the warm summer night. Seeing Shirley setting by
her self on the end of one of the redwood picnic
tables in the patio area beside the closed student
lounge, John walked over and stood in front of her.
John took Shirley's hand in his and she leaned her
head against his chest

"How's Nancy going to get to the party?" Shirley
asked.

"She's a big girl," John replied, releasing Shirley's
hand and moving his arms around her waist, "I don't
want to talk about Nancy." Shirley moved closer until
their bodies touched. Shirley tilted her head up and
their mouths came together. Their lips parted as
their tongues gently explored each other's mouth.
John felt like an electric current was running through
his body from his lips down through his groin all the
way to his feet and into the ground. John pulled
their bodies closer together as Shirley stroked his
hair. Their lips opened further and their tongues
moved deeper into the other's mouth.

"Jesus." Shirley said quietly as their mouths
separated. John looked at Shirley in the fading
twilight and wondered how he could have ever thought
she was plane looking. He moved a stray hair from her
face then let the tip of his finger trace a line down
her cheek to her chin.

"I think," John said looking into Shirley's eyes,
"that if we are going to be writing partners we need
to thoroughly research topics before we write."

"Does that mean I'm going to have to drop acid and
join the Jehovah's Witnesses?" Shirley teased, not
breaking their gaze.

"Well, actually, I was thinking about working on the
other story."

"Have you given any consideration to a scene with
Erogenous Jones and his lady friend on a blanket
behind the local college theater?" Shirley asked with
a sly grin. Wanting to feel the electric thrill of
passion cursing through his body again, John leaned
forward and kissed Shirley once more as their bodies
clung tightly to each other. John had never wanted
anything more than to continue kissing the most
exciting woman he had ever met.

"And just where is Erogenous going to come up with a
blanket all of the sudden?" John asked, letting their
lips part slightly.

"I do believe that Erogenous has the good since to get
involved with a woman whose car always contains an
emergency kit. Which always," Shirley let her hands
run down Johns upper arms, "contains an emergency
blanket." Shirley smiled expectantly as she waited
for John's reply.

"How clever he is." John took a step backward,
allowing Shirley to slip from the table and stand with
their bodies touching and their arms around each
other.

"Is that a roll of Certs in your pocket," Shirley
teased, "or are you just thrilled to be this close to
me?"

"If it can be mistaken for a roll of Certs," John
replied, "then it can't be anything more, ah,
interesting." With their arms around each other's
waists John and Shirley walked to the parking lot
where Shirley produced the promised blanket from the
trunk of her car before they continued around the
building to a relatively isolated patch of grass
located behind the theater. Shirley spread the
blanket on the ground, then they both seemed to be
suddenly struck with a wave of shyness when it came
time for them to lay down on the blanket together.
Shirley overcame the momentary affliction first and,
after kicking off her shoes, sat on the blanket then
patted the area beside her to indicate that John
should sit there.

As John turned toward Shirley and she reclined on the
blanket, John cradled her head with his left arm while
his right hand rested on her left hip. Leaning down
over his friend, John brought his lips to hers and, as
his tongue explored her mouth once again, his hand
moved up from her hip onto the warm bare skin of her
stomach under her blouse. As his hand moved over
Shirley's smooth skin, and his lips moved off her
mouth to trace a damp trail down her cheek toward her
neck, John decided that for this night, with this
woman, he would abandon the policy of reticents that
usually controlled his interactions with members of
the other sex and institute a policy of audacity
instead. For tonight, John decided, anything less
than a clear-cut, verbal request to stop would be
considered to be permission to continue. Shirley
shifted her position, making herself more available to
John's exploring hands, and in the process brought her
thigh against his crotch.

"You're right," she whispered, as their breathing
became heavier, "that's definitely not a roll of
Certs." Shirley moved her leg against John to
encourage him as he pulled his hand from under her
blouse and began undoing the buttons; starting at the
top and following the progress with his lips moving
along her skin.

"Hang on a second." Shirley whispered as she gently
lifted John's head moving his lips away from her warm
skin. John rested on his left elbow, his right hand
resting on Shirley's uncovered stomach and watched as
she rose up on her elbows just far enough to reach
behind her back and unhook her bra. It seemed that
Shirley was also tired of easily misunderstood
signals. Her bra, unhooked Shirley laid back down
with her now loose bra still covering her breasts and
looked up at John's face. John, still propped up on
his elbow, looked down at Shirley as he slowly moved
his right hand up her now trembling stomach and
slipped the tips of his fingers under the material
covering her breasts. Without lifting her bra John
slowly moved his hand up the side of Shirley's firm
breast until his fingertips brushed her hard crinkled
nipple. Shirley's body shivered at his touch and she
moved her leg against his crotch to encourage him
further. After circling his fingertips around her
right nipple several times, John slowly moved his hand
back down the inside of her left breast then, still
without lifting her bra, moved his hand up under the
cup covering her right breast and circled her right
nipple with his fingers just as he had done with her
left nipple. Not breaking eye contact until the last
second John slowly lowered his head; bringing his lips
back to Shirley's, as he gently pinched her nipple
between his thumb and finger. As soon as their lips
touched Shirley wrapped her arms around John's head
and neck, holding his mouth tightly against hers and
sucked enthusiastically on his tongue.

While they remained locked in their kiss Shirley
rolled towards John and they intertwined their legs;
allowing each of them to move against the other's
thigh. They continued to rock against each other
while John gently caressed Shirley's nipples, and they
anointed each other's faces and necks with sloppy wet
kisses, until John's body jerked against Shirley's.
As his own spasm died down John became aware of
Shirley's hips jerking, grinding her crotch against
his leg in a slow sensual motion before she too
relaxed and they laid in each other's arms. Lying on
their backs, their arms around each other, John and
Shirley watched the stars overhead while they waited
for their breathing to return to normal.

When he was sufficiently recovered John propped
himself up on his left elbow then slowly pulled first
the left side, then the right side of Shirley's blouse
from her stomach. Once her blouse was out of the way
John slowly lifted Shirley's bra, exposing her breasts
for his visual enjoyment. Shirley watched John as he
examined her breasts, observing them intently as he
tweaked her nipples back to an erect state. Holding
her left breast in his hand John leaned forward and
ran his tongue in circles around Shirley's hard
nipple. Then, after gently blowing on the nipple and
watching it harden even further, John slowly pulled it
into his mouth and sucked on it.

"Oh, yes," Shirley moaned. As John shifted his
attention to Shirley's other nipple he ran his hand
down across her stomach, over her bunched up skirt and
slip, then began to caress her nylon-covered thighs.
Despite her skirt being hiked up almost to her waist,
Shirley's crotch remained effectively covered with her
white cotton panties and pantyhose. As his hand moved
up her thigh John could feel the heat and moisture
through both layers of fabric.

"Hang on just a minute." Shirley said gently pushing
John away once again. Using her shoulders and feet
for support Shirley lifted the rest of her body off
the blanket and, hooking her thumbs under the
waistbands of her panties and pantyhose pulled them
off her hips. As she continued to pull them down her
thighs Shirley lowered her body back onto the blanket
then lifted her legs. Tossing her underwear aside
Shirley turned back to John.

"Your turn." John lay back on the blanket and, after
unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly, used much
the same maneuver to remove his trousers and jockey
shorts. Shirley and John lay on their sides facing
each other. Each of their legs which were lying on
the blanket were stretched out straight, almost
touching the other's. Their other legs were bent at
the knee, resting against each other's.

As they leaned forward to kiss they crossed arms and
both cupped the other at the same time; combining the
thrill of exploring, and being explored, and sharing
the experience of discovering how much better it is to
be touched by, and to touch, someone else than it is
to touch oneself. After exploring her external folds,
John's finger sliped easily inside. As he continued
to explore Shirley's depths, John moaned with the
pleasure of her hand stroking up and down his length.
After feeling Shirley's body tremble and shudder
through another orgasm John pulled away from her to
reach behind his back and, retrieving his trousers and
pulling his wallet from the back pocket, produce a
foil wrapped condom, which he had purchased in a
moment of unbridled optimism after taking Nancy home
the first time.

"Let me." Shirley said taking it from his fingers.
John watched as Shirley tore open the foil package
with her teeth and, after removing the condom, sat up
so she could use both hands applying the latex sheath.
Once she was done Shirley laid back down on the
blanket and, spreading her bent legs looked at John
expectantly. 'Now,' John thought as he got onto his
hands and knees, and moved into position between her
thighs, 'is not the time to bring up the fact that
I've never done this before.'

"Take it nice and slow," Shirley said reaching up and
touching John's cheek as he lowered himself toward
her, "I've never done this before."

"Neither have I." John replied. Shirley smiled at
John as she reached down between them to help him with
the entry. John thought his eyes were going to roll
completely inside his head, and that his brain might
melt and run out his ears as he slowly slipped into
Shirley.

"God, you feel so good." He said as their bodies
settled against each other.

"So do you." Shirley replied as she removed her hand
from between their bodies and wrapped her arms, and
legs around John. Both John and Shirley lay
completely still as they absorbed the wonderful
feelings being generated by their union. After a few
minutes they began to move, slowly rocking their
bodies in unison. John brushed some errant strands of
hair from Shirley's face then lowered his mouth onto
hers. They kissed, and slowly moved their bodies
against each other until their muscles tightened, and
spasmed at almost the same instant. Supporting his
weight with his elbows and knees John gently stroked
and kissed Shirley's face as he remained inside her.

"Don't you think," Shirley asked, as her hands
continued to explore John's body, "that Erogenous and
his lady friend ought to be getting back into the
theater before the end of the play?"

"Yes," John answered before rolling off, "I think you
are right." After removing the condom and tossing it
towards the theater wall, John pulled a handkerchief
from his pants pocket and handed it to Shirley.

"Thanks." Shirley took the proffered hanky then, in a
wave of post coital shyness, turned slightly away from
John while she did a little clean up work before
handing the handkerchief back to John who was already
pulling on his trousers.

"We need to come up with a name for Erogenous' lady
friend." Shirley said as she began to untangle her
panties from her pantyhose.

"Do me a favor," John asked touching Shirley's arm,
"leave those off." Shirley gave John a thoughtful
look in the dim light.

"OK" She said with mischievous smile.

"I think," John announced, with a tone of seriousness,
as he helped Shirley bundle her underwear up with the
blanket, "that Shirley Moorhead would be a perfect
name for Erogenous' lady friend."

"Why is that?" Shirley asked with a caution born of
years dealing with her friend.

"Because," John paused for dramatic effect, "Erogenous
will surely want more head."

Shirley moaned even louder than she had while they
were making love.

John slowly flexed his arm, then decided that the
punch Shirley had given him hadn't crippled him after
all.

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