Danny Bates and Buffy sat in the girl's room again. It took quite a bit of coaxing on her part to entice him there, and he still wondered if it was wise to see her again.
But Buffy had been different that day when she asked him over. They'd run into each other in the library. He was alone at a corner table by the window, out of earshot of the librarian.
"I don't want to talk to you," Danny said in a loud whisper.
"I can understand that," Buffy said, sitting down next to him. "But I feel so terrible about the other day, I at least want to say I'm sorry.”
The apology won half the battle for her. Danny wasn't a boy who carried a grudge.
"Well, that's okay. I mean, I didn't act very nice either.” "What are you studying?” "History. As usual. I never seem to get my dates straight.”
Buffy knew there was a big test coming up. Danny wasn't a particularly good student, although he tried hard. History was her best subject.
"Listen, Danny, I've figured out a whole system for memorizing dates. Honest. I've been using it for a couple of years.” "What is it?” "Oh, it's too hard to explain. I have a whole chart written out at home. I'll bring it to you tomorrow, and you can make a copy and study it.” "But the test is tomorrow! I won't have time!” "Okay, then, come on over to the house and we'll make up a copy that you can study tonight.” "Oh. I don't know-” "Well, suit yourself. I was only trying to be friendly.”
The boy felt miserable. She seemed so different-so nice. And there was no denying that he liked Buffy's looks. He always had. In some ways, she was the neatest looking girl he knew.
"Well, I guess it'd be okay for a little while.”
Buffy had laughed then.
"My goodness, I'll leave the door open if you want me to.”
But she hadn't left the door open. They were sitting on her bed now, and he had just finished copying a chart that broke down dates and major events in such a simple, clear way that anybody could have memorized it in an hour.
"This is really neat, Buffy. Where'd you get it?”
“I figured it out for myself. I'm a history whiz, didn't you know that?"
Danny was impressed, "Well, thanks a lot. This could save my life."
Buffy gave him a warm smile. He noticed for the first time how green and beautiful her eyes were.
"Don't worry, Danny, you're very smart in a lot of your subjects, and you're the best athlete at school. So don't feel bad if there are a few subjects you have trouble learning. Nobody is good at everything.”
No girl had ever talked to him this way. He felt a little bit proud of himself at the moment. Buffy was close to him on the bed now. He wondered why he'd never noticed how red her hair was. It was redder, in fact, than any hair he'd ever seen. And there were just a few freckles scattered across her nose. It made her face look very cute. He began to sweat under his collar.
Buffy stretched out and propped her head up on one elbow. She looked deeply into his eyes.
"There are a lot of subjects I could help you with, if you get stuck. Studies always come easy for me. I don't know why, they just do. I guess it's because I don't spend any time with sports and things like that.” "But you're terrific on the girl's basketball team. I've seen you play." He thought about the times he'd noticed her long, shapely legs in her gym shorts.
"Yeah, but when the game's over I forget all about it.”
“Buffy-”
“What?”
“Would you mind if I-" He felt tongue-tied and awkward.
"What?”
“Well, just kissed you. I mean, that's all. Just a kiss."
She reached out and put a hand over his. She gave him a gentle little squeeze.
"Okay. But let's be real cool about it, all right? I don't want to get carried away, like the last time.” "I promise we won't.” "All right, then.”
Danny felt like he was the aggressor now. It was a totally different feeling. Buffy simply laid there, waiting for him to make the first move. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly against hers. Then he drew away.
"Was that-all right?”
Buffy's instincts with men came as naturally to her as her school studies did.
"That was wonderful, Danny. I'll bet you kiss better than any boy at school,” "Really?”
He leaned down and kissed her again. This time her lips parted every so slightly. He had a sudden urge to explore between them with his tongue and to his surprise he found that she didn't resist. His tongue got bolder and slipped farther into her mouth. Then her tongue touched his, and they began slipping them around and rubbing them together.
The mouth contact immediately gave Danny a hard-on. He stretched out beside the girl and, putting his arms around her waist, drew her closer to him. Buffy came into his arms easily, and suddenly he was pressed against her breasts. Slowly, shyly, he ran his hand up her side, over her shoulder, and then down to the front of her shirt. When his hand came in contact with the little rising hill of her right breast, he noticed that the nipple was as hard as a diamond. His hand began to tremble.
She pressed his hand tighter against her breast with her own.
"Oh, Danny," she whispered. "You make me feel all kind of funny inside.”
“Do I?" he asked.
"Yes. I feel different with you today. I never felt like this before.”
He began to get even hotter in the crotch. He'd never felt like this with a girl before. The memory of what he and Buffy did together on the other occasion that he visited her house faded from his mind like magic. Just the way the girl hoped it would.
Gently, he took her hand and led it down to his crotch.
"Look what you did to me, Buffy.”
“Owwwww-" the girl sighed. "Did I really? Do I excite you so much?”
“I’ve never gotten excited like this. Feel the way my heart is beating.”
She touched his chest with her other hand. She could feel the steady throbbing. Slowly, she unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and slid her hand inside.
"Oh, yes, I can feel it now. My goodness, it's throbbing so hard it feels like it's going to burst.”
The touch of her hand on his bare skin was all the boy needed to carry him into a frenzy of passion. He noticed that her plaid skirt had crept up over her thighs and he had an uncontrollable urge to place his hand between her legs.
"Oh, Danny, what are you doing? Oh, if you put your hand there I'll die. I really will. Owwwww, Dannneeeee-!”
She let her hand squeeze the bulge in his khaki trousers even harder. His cock felt like stone.
"Buffy, Buffy-" he whispered in her ear. "I know we weren't going to do anything like this, but do you think we could just take our clothes off for a minute? All I've thought about was seeing you naked again.” "You too, Danny? Oh, that's all I've thought about too! Well, if you really want to, but we shouldn't-”
In less than thirty seconds they were completely stripped.
His body was just as interesting to her as it had ever been. If Danny's cock was this big at his age, Buffy decided, he was definitely worth holding onto. Her mind boggled at the thought of what he'd look like by the time they were old enough to get married!
"Do you-do you mind if I touch it, Danny?”
“No. Touch it, Buffy! I want to touch you, too. If you'll let me!” "Yes. Yes, Danny. Touch me if you want to! Oh, you excite me so much, I'd probably let you do anything you wanted to do! But only if you really wanted to! Not because you think I'd let any boy do it!”
Buffy's reputation at school was impeccable. He's never heard bad stories about her. The memory of the way she'd attacked him on the previous occasion went even farther away from his mind.
Only one thing still disturbed him.
"Buffy," he said, "could I ask you a question?” "Of course.” "How did you lose-well-you know what I mean-how did you lose your-your-” "My virginity?”
“Uh-yeah.”
“Playing volleyball.”
He smiled and drew her close to him again. His hand shot down between her thighs and his fingers came into contact with her vagina. It felt like an electric heater and seemed to be quivering. Also, there was a slight moistness. The mysteries of the female body were exciting and wonderful to him.
"Danny," she whispered, "what's this little drop of water coming from the end of your-your-Oh! It really isn't water, is it? It feels all kind of sticky!”
“Buffy! Do you think we could put our faces close to each other's-our-aw, you know what I mean!” "Of course.”
She turned herself into a sixty-nine position. The sight of his smooth, muscular young thighs made her heart race, and the familiar warmth was turning her loins into molten lava once more.
His lips came down on her smooth pussy almost immediately. He began to lick the lips a bit shyly at first, but when she put the head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck on it, he became bolder and started to explore between the lips of her vagina with his wet tongue.
The more of his cock she took into her mouth, the deeper his tongue probed inside her. In minutes, the two of them were squirming against each other, grabbing each other's asscheeks, moaning softly and breathing heavily. Suddenly, Buffy broke away.
"Oh, Danny, maybe we shouldn't go any further! You know where this sort of thing led the last time! It wasn't right for us to do those things!”
He sat up and took her shoulders in his hands, a desperate expression on his face.
"If we love each other, it's all right! Isn't it? I mean, that's what I always heard. Oh, please, Buffy, let's go all the way! I'm going to get sick if you don't let me!”
She smiled warmly at him.
"Well, all right, then. I don't want you to get sick.” "You want to do it too, don't you?”
She pretended to think it over for a moment.
"Well, I guess so-that is, if we really and truly do love each other.” "I love you, Buffy. I know I do!” "And I love you too, Danny!”
He pushed her gently onto her back and came up over her. She spread her legs wide and gave him a soft saddle to rest his pelvis on. He made a few awkward stabs and she could see the confusion begin to cloud his eyes. She reached down and guided him into her. He went in easily, and he didn't seem to resent the fact that she'd helped. Then she slid her hands down over the cheeks of his ass and pressed very gently. He did the same to her.
"Oh, Danny!" she moaned. "I hope what we're doing isn't wrong. Because you make me feel so good!” "Oh, Buffy, I think I'm going to come!"
Once more, the old panic struck. But she didn't let him see it.
"Well, if you have to, you have to. But if you come right now, will you do it to me again? I feel something about to explode inside me, too, but it might take me a little longer. You don't mind, do you, Danny?” "Oh, no! Gosh! I mean, if it takes you a long time, I'll stay with you just as long as you want me to. I mean, I could keep this up all day!”
Buffy pulled his head into her shoulder and smiled. There was more than one way to skin a cat, she decided.
Danny began pumping hard now, jabbing into her faster and faster. She had to admit his cock felt good. It was big enough to practice her squeezing techniques on, and his inexperience was exciting in its own way. She decided that this was better than getting plowed by any man who wanted to throw her on the ground. It was better than being tied up. Better than feeling guilty, and making other people feel guilty.
"Ahhh, Buffy! Owww, I can't hold it any longer! I've gotta do it! I've gotta-eeeaaayyyyhhhh!”
He seemed to shoot more this time than when they'd done it before. Perhaps it was because of the preliminary lovemaking. Buffy was learning a few things too, and she thought about them as she held his body close to hers and stroked his hair.
"Okay, Danny, just rest up for a minute. We have at least two more hours before Daddy comes home!”
Martha Malone was just paying the cab driver when she saw Buffy and Danny walk out the front door of the house. They were talking and looking straight into each other's eyes. They didn't even notice her as they skipped across the front lawn and started walking up the street.
How cute. Buffy's needed a boyfriend. And Danny is such a sweet kid. Not like some of the other boys at school she'd heard about!
She let the driver carry her suitcase to the front door, tipped him, and went inside.
Mrs. Higgins was working busily in the kitchen.
"Oh," the housekeeper said. "I didn't expect you home, ma'am. But don't worry. I'm making stew tonight. Plenty for everybody.” "Mrs. Higgins," Martha said. "Do you mind if I finish up and give you the rest of the evening off? I'd kind of like to surprise Mr. Malone when he comes home. You know-just the two of us.”