It certainly wasn't your proverbial cold day in July, but I was shivering and trembling as I sat on the bench. Jill's letter was in my hands and I was staring at it, but my eyes were all blurred, as if a mist had settled across them. If that Frisbee had bopped me on the head then, if it had taken off the whole top of my skull, I probably wouldn't have noticed until the blades of grass tickled my nostrils.
Jill and – and a boy! God in heaven! It was as unplanned and as irresistible as a sex scene in one of the porno books we used to read to each other, but this – wow, this had actually happened! And to my very best friend in the whole world!
She'd asked me not to feel hurt because she'd gone ahead without me, but I couldn't help it. I did feel hurt, and left out too. But it was silly. Jill and I were only friends, even though great friends. She had a life that belonged to her, and so did I, and neither of us could live the other's. If she wanted to throw herself away on some guy she didn't know from Adam twenty minutes before they met, wasn't it her business?
And wasn't I showing my catty little claws, too?
I thought, very angry with myself. I was jealous.
Jill had sucked a guy's prick to throbbing, gushing orgasm in her tight-lipped little mouth, and she had obviously dug the hell out of doing it. I hadn't, and I was jealous. It was that simple.
Well, it wasn't because nobody had ever asked me. Freddie Miller, the last guy I dated for any length of time – six dates, all told – had begged me to just kiss the tip of his dick. He'd even taken it out and showed me how stiff and red it had become as a response to Freddie's hands roving on my body. I had told him by way of answer, "Not in your fucking life!" Freddie wasn't my type, even if he did care enough to ask me out. But I thought that letting him kiss me and feel my tits was payment enough for his consideration. Dating the tallest girl in ninth grade certainly didn't entitle him to all the ass he could digest. Besides, he was a nerd, and I was waiting for Prince Charming to come along and charm the pants off my hot, but unconvinced bottom.
So it looked as if Jill's Prince Charming had finally shown up. Where the hell was mine? I felt more alone than ever as I folded the letter, put it into my hip pocket, and rose from the park bench. I'd walk home the long way, to give myself time to think about all these new developments. Jill wouldn't be the same Jill now. She'd be someone I didn't really know any more. Like she'd said in the letter, she had been a silly girl; now she was a woman. And that meant I was still just a silly little girl. What would it do to our friendship? God, when Jill got home, she wouldn't want anything to do with me! She'd only want to talk about this guy Kerry, and what she'd done with him in his van.
"Tonight," I said in a half-whisper. "Tonight she's going to fuck him!" But it wasn't tonight. The letter had been mailed two or three days ago. Last night, or the night before, Jill had experienced her first fuck. As far as she was concerned, the letter I'd just read was all past history. What else might she have done since writing it? Goddamn the Postal Service and their dead-ass, draggy mail delivery! The news I'd gotten today was stale and decayed by now. "Shit," I grumbled, kicking a small rock out of the way.
My shoe came unlaced and I knelt to retie it. I heard giggling on the path behind me, and I turned my head in time to see a couple of kids walking along, holding hands, red-faced from chuckling at some private joke.
Just as I finished lacing my tennie, they stepped off the path, into the woods, and disappeared. Hmm, I thought. The only thing in that tangle of trees and close-growing underbrush was the old memorial to the County's Civil War soldiers. A towering shaft of granite, topped by a statue of a mustachioed Yankee, the memorial had been dreadfully neglected in the past thirty years or so. With the local G.A.R. post closed down indefinitely, the city didn't even bother cleaning away the forest growth around it, so that you had to be Frank Buck if you wanted to go in and take a look. One very nice thing about it was its isolation, though; the difficulty of access meant that only the determined would visit it. During school term you could always luck into a pot-smoking gaggle around the base of the monument, and maybe somebody would sell you a cap of speed.
I wondered if these kids wow intending to blow a joint in the seclusion of the memorial. Probably. Maybe I could even bully my way into a few tokes. Or maybe I was just nosy. At any rate, with my shoe firmly tied, I started into the woods myself, my nose pointed like a compass needle toward the spire of the monument.
I heard them before I saw them, the woods being so thick in there, and there was a good bit of moist smacking mixed in with the giggles and soft talk. It didn't sound like weed-smoking to me. Maybe they were just discovering their body changes and had come out for a little petting party. Giggle, giggle, I thought: How does the bubble gum generation respond to the first urges of sex, anyway? I crept closer, parting bushes with my hands.
"Gee, Audrey," the boy was saying in a voice that was halfway through the change, "either your titties are getting bigger or my hand is getting smaller. Wonder which it is?" She laughed in the silly manner of little girls.
Laugh she might. The kid had pulled down her tube top, allowing her little boobs to spill over its upper edge, and he was tickling them with his fingertips. Audrey took in a deep breath, which made her titties lift for him, and she gave her shoulders a little shake to make the cupcakes bob as much as they could.
"You're getting bigger, too," Audrey chirped, and I saw that she'd already unzipped him. Her hand was a lump inside his pants and he was twitching from foot to foot as her fist moved around in there. His face got so red I couldn't see the freckles. God, I thought, has the sexual revolution gotten to seventh grade already?
It had, definitely. These were only kids, strictly speaking but there was nothing childish about the way they related. In a moment Audrey was on her knees, telling him, "Jimmy, why don't you sit down on the base of the memorial?" It was awkward for him to move with her hand jammed inside his pants, but he got himself seated, and she guided his stiff cock into the open air.
"Oooooooohh!" she exulted. "Look how big and hard it is! It's even bluer than last time, isn't it?"
"Uh-huh," he agreed proudly, undoing his belt buckle. As soon as he was unfastened, Audrey pulled his jeans all the way to his ankle. The little snot wasn't even wearing underwear, and he squirmed his ass on the granite as his girl friend began once more to fondle his cock.
"Mmmmm," she purred, rubbing it on her cheek. And she knew what she was doing, I had to admit. She really seemed to be getting off on the facial/pecker contact, and so did her boy friend. Jimmy stretched above where she knelt, and all I could do was shake my head in disbelief. Well, it wasn't all I could do. I mean, I could have left them in the privacy they'd come here to seek, and gone on about my business. But this was a shade too fascinating to abandon just now. I took a deep breath and made sure my feet were anchored solidly, then I craned my neck forward just a trifle.
Audrey opened her mouth and sucked him in. He wasn't very big in the dick department.
A guy at school had a deck of dirty playing cards last spring, the brand that features action shots of all the big porno movie stars, and Audrey's face had the same rapt, meditational look that was on the playing card girl whose mouth was full of. Big John Holmes' world famous thirteen and a half inch dick. Her eyes were shut tight, and her face seemed to glow, and you might have thought she was engrossed in prayer if you didn't know that her head was bobbing up and down as she swallowed little Jimmy's hard boyish prick. I could hear the slurps and smacks she made, even from ten feet away, and I could certainly hear Jimmy's groans of pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, Audrey! Suck it off! Let me squirt in your mouth again!"
"Mmmmmmm," was all Audrey replied, but she couldn't very well speak with her mouth full. Her head moved faster, and I saw that she was taking him right to the hilt. Of course, he wasn't very long or very thick, either – Linda Lovelace would have called him an hors d'oeuvre before the main course, but I suppose he was big hot stuff to his baby-faced girl friend. He pulled on her pigtails as she ate him off, and I guess he got kinda rough, because she whimpered around his penis and he stopped pulling, real fast.
After a few moments more, Audrey raised her head and she gave him the sweetest, most open smile I could ever remember seeing. She looked just like a dainty little girl who's been given an unexpected present from her daddy and mommy for being so cute and sweet and dainty and polite. Jimmy's dick was frothy with her spit and still looked hard as a rock.
She stood up and unbuttoned her cutoffs, stepping out of them with one foot so that they dropped and clung on the other ankle.
Tossing one leg across his lap, she mounted him where he sat on the monument's base and, since the Civil War soldier didn't cover his granite eyes above them, I didn't feel any necessity to do so from my cover in the bushes. Audrey reached under her little buns and straightened up Jimmy's dick, and then she sat down on it, using her hand to get it up her pussy. I'd caught a brief glimpse of her pubes when she was undressing for him, and she had a few whiskers of beaver, but not much. And fucking already, I reminded myself.
"Ooohhh, Jimmmmeeee!" she squealed as her bottom pound against his loins and, obviously, her little pussy took a full dose of his prick. She squirmed and rocked atop him, hair swinging freely as she shook herself.
The skinny cheeks of her fanny rose and fell in alternation as she rode the boy, and his outstretched toes patted on the ground. He had her firmly by the waist, and from time to time I could see him thrust up into her. The upward lancing penetrations weren't on a regular basis – he seemed to do it whenever the urge got too strong to resist – which I think she liked it better that way, because she yelped and yipped in unfeigned excitement every time he did it to her. "Ooooooohhh, Jimmy!!" she kept whining, her voice high and childish to begin with but raising an octave when the boy's wiggling prick squirmed aggressively up her tight twat.
He moved one hand from her waist onto the delicate swell of her ass, and he took a few fingers worth of Audrey's tight-fleshed butt in tow. She wiggled all the more as he pinched and kneaded her baby buns. "Oh, Jimmmmmiiiieeeee!!! Kiss my titties! I think I'm going to come!!"
It made me feel the slightest bit antique.
Not Jill, though. She'd wasted nearly as much time as I had, but she had also redeemed herself heroically. And I was sure that when I got the next letter from her, I'd get a blow-by-blow description of her first fuck. Which left me in the slightly ridiculous position of biding in the bushes, watching a pair of children going at it, the closest I'd ever been to the real thing.
Jimmy got one of her big dark nipples in his mouth and he sucked so hard the girl had to wail and moan again. It would serve them right if a cop heard them and hustled his ass into the park to investigate. Bust their asses. Show them that reckless fucking just isn't tolerated here in Albany, Ohio, especially when more deserving young people have to go totally without, while their best friends are fooling around on the beach in a manner that would get the neon light from Casanova or Catherine the Great.
My pussy ached inside the tight crotch of my jeans, and I reached down automatically to rub that ache, to scratch the tremendous itching that oppressed my private parts. Why did they have to be so fucking private, anyway? If Jill could share hers with the world, why couldn't I – why shouldn't I – do the same? Besides, it was obviously a very simple thing to do. Even a kid could handle it. Like those two who were fucking each other's hearts out at the feet of Albany County's prototypical Civil War vet.
Audrey moaned it out, long and husky, "I'm coming! I'm really coming this time, Jimmy! We did it!" but Jimmy wasn't saying anything at all. He was holding on tight and romping up into her so hard and fast that Audrey bounced on his lap. He mightn't be advertising the fact to the world at large, but it was evident that Jimmy was coming, too.
They parted finally, Audrey rising from his lap and his badly shriveled pecker. She touched herself between the legs, rubbing the half-formed slit nestled among the stray whiskers of bush, and she giggled, "Look how it drips out of me, Jimmy! And it's so sticky, too!" She brought the finger to her mouth, stuck it in, and sucked as enthusiastically as she'd sucked his cock a few minutes ago. "But you taste so goooooddd!"
Look at her, I thought. She isn't wasting her time hoping that Robert Redford or Charles Bronson or somebody of the same type will wander along and introduce her to the unabated busses and joys of getting laid. She isn't scared and making excuses to herself about how nobody is really worth the honor of getting in her pants. She's Goddamned doing it, so that when Prince Charming comes along after all, she'll be hip enough to appreciate him and give him his jollies in return.
What an asshole I'd been! Jill was smart enough to see her chance and grab it. Those fucking kids were smart enough to see their chance. Why was I hanging back like a stick in the mud? I pulled my head and shoulders back, quietly so I wouldn't rustic in the bushes and disturb the children at their post-coital smooching, and I tiptoed out of the vicinity. So I had the determination, sure enough, but it seemed that I needed a mirror something besides that. Like a boy. Ah, there was the rub!
There's a basketball court in the park, and as I got near it on my way out I could hear the thumpety-thump of a basketball bouncing on the hard asphalt. Did my eyes deceive me, or was the guy playing himself a game of ball none other than the Frisbee tosser who'd bounced his thing off my noggin not so very long ago?
"Hi, Rocky," I said, leaning against the wire that surrounded the court. He flipped the ball through the hoop, swung in to catch it, and dribbled in my direction. Not bad at all, I thought, and he plays damn good basketball, too. "Did you give up the Frisbee for something safer?"
"Oh, hi, Didi," he smiled. "Just keeping myself in shape. I'll be on varsity this winter, and basketball practice starts sooner than you might think."
"Yeah," I agreed. "You know, Rocky, I was thinking about trying out for the girls' varsity team myself. I figure that, as tall as I am, it's just going to waste and I might as well do something with it. You know?"
The syntax was pretty garbled, but he seemed to understand. "Basketball's a great sport," he told me. "You'll like it. There aren't many girls in school as tall as you are, so they oughta be glad to have you on the team."
At least with Rocky I didn't have to stoop and hunch my shoulders to appear shorter than I was. He had been six-one at the start of eighth grade, when the junior high coach discovered him, and now, almost two years later, he had a head start on seven feet. "Hey," I said, looking up, "how about letting me try my stuff with you, huh? You can tell me where I need to improve. Okay?"
He didn't have a chance to say no, because I'd already opened up the gate and was coming onto the court with him. Rocky just shrugged and grinned and tossed me the ball. I stood holding it, trying to remember how in the hell you go about dribbling the thing in the first place. I'd only played the game in gym class, and most of my effort consisted of running around, blocking shots, and yelling a hell of a lot. The teacher thought it was great team spirit and gave me B-pluses every six weeks.
My dribbling was pretty rotten but I managed to get within a fair distance of the hoop, and I dodged him as I made my shot. Not good, but not that bad. Almost sank it. Rocky caught the ball as it bounced back, and he started showing off for me, circling round and round as he dribbled and faked. I pretended to be eagerly looking for an advantage, and the pretense worked well enough. Besides, guys like to strut for girls and hear the kind of admiring oohs and ahhs I was dishing out for his benefit.
"Wow, you're good!" I gushed, reaching futilely to steal the ball from him. "I better forget about trying out for the team."
He leaped high, swishing the ball through the basket, and this time he wasn't fast enough. When it fell through I was waiting, and I got that motherfucker, and I bounced it on the floor three or four times, watching him like a snake and mentally weighing my chances of sinking one.
Rocky paced around me as I turned this way and that, seeking a free spot to shoot, and he said, "Get you on a holding foul."
"Sure," I laughed back, jumping high into the air and aiming that ball at the hoop with all my might. Rocky jumped with me, hoping to block the shot, but he was a fraction of a second too late and instead of retrieving the ball, his hands landed on me.
It was only an accident that he grabbed me by the tit. His hands should have lit on my shoulders, but I moved back just as he touched me, and his fingers slid downward, until my boobs proved that nothing is unstoppable. My eyes met his as he clung with sudden interest to my titties, and I saw clearly that he enjoyed feeling me. The ball swished through the hoop and bounced onto the floor behind him, but he didn't move to catch it and carry on with the game. Instead, the two of us stood there, staring at one another, both of us kinda racking on our soles, and he rubbed his palms across the swells of my tits. He had to know they weren't basketballs, especially when my nipples sprang up hard and hot to punch through the fabric of my T-shirt and tickle his hands.
"Get you with a holding foul," I said, trying to sound chirpy and flirty, but my throat was suddenly very dry and my boobs felt very hard, like heavy weights on my chest. My heart was pumping faster and faster, and I know how red my face must have been. "Mmm," I said, leaning toward him, pressing so that my tits thrust insistently at his caressing hands, "if you're gonna feel me up, you might as well kiss me, too."
When our lips met I pound my loins against him. His crotch touched me just above my own, and the more I rubbed myself on Rocky, the better I felt about the way today was turning out. Life flowed into his cock in discernible spurts and shudders, and I clung to him as I felt that life become a raging hard-on. Well, I thought, Jill wasn't the only girl around who had her shit together. I seemed capable of doing it, too.
"Gee, Rocky," I said finally, "you don't know how long I've wanted to do that."
"Yeah, Didi," he sighed, his lips still wet from the hungry caress of mine, "and, uh, say – are you dating anybody now?"
I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged his chest. "No," I purred, "not really." I looked up, starry-eyed. "Is that en invitation, maybe?"