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The small park lay still and dark, pungent night vapors beginning to rise in the cooing air. Thank god we live in a small town where you don’t need neon vapor lights to keep the homeless and druggies from taking over. I lay on my back in the middle of the rose garden dreaming and smelling the fragrance of the American Beauties, dreaming about how great my life will be in two years when I finally get my associate’s degree. Community college is supposed to be the best years of your life, but it wasn’t working out that way for me. I was always on the outside looking in and the few female friends I had were either too ugly or too prim to make it with the in set.
I hated to think I was in their category but I undoubtedly was. My problem was that I was so shy, I could hardly force myself to say ‘good morning’ to the other kids. Well, I guess it didn’t help that I was almost six feet tall with as little figure along the way up as to not matter. I’d given up checking the mirror in the bathroom to see the first sign of my bust growing. I didn’t have any athletic talent either, so all that height just went to waste as far as my dad was concerned.
I was so wrapped in my dreams that I barely noticed the squeaking of a gate to one of the paths that tunnel their way through the dense foliage between the park and the private yards that circle it. But it stayed in my mind and when I finally sat up and saw a faint light swinging back and forth in the playground, my curiosity was piqued.
I walked stealthily toward the playground, staying in the shadows. It was Randy Garvey, the computer nut from across the park, and unless I was mistaken, he was smoking marijuana.
“Hi, Millie.” I jumped. I didn’t think he could see me. “You thought you could sneak up, eh? Look behind you.”
I looked. The sky to the West was still pink from the sunset out over the prairie. I must have stood out like anything. “What cha smoking?” I asked.
I was feeling pretty cool until I broke out coughing and I knew he could see how inexperienced a doper I was, but he just said, “Ha, ha. It’s really bodacious bud. I thought I’d cough my lungs out.” I took the swing beside him and we swung together, passing the joint back and forth until it was gone.
“What are you doing out here, anyway?” I asked.
“My brother kicked me out of the house.”
“He wanted to get rid of me so he and his girlfriend could be alone.”
“It’s okay, though, because he gave me this bud as a bribe.”
“It was nice of you to share it with me.”
“Do you want to see something really cool?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you game? I mean, it’ll be really cool, but it’s sort of . . . how shall I say this, it’s ‘x-rated.'”
“I don’t understand.”
“That’s all I’m going to tell you. But if you’re game and you sit tight for a while, I’m sure you’ll find it interesting.”
“You’re not going to make a move on me, are you?”
“No, nothing like that. Hey, are you serious? Do you think I’d make a move on you? Don’t you think I’m queer like everybody else?”
“I never heard anything like that about you, Randy.”
Randy stood up on the swing and started to pump higher and higher until he suddenly let go and jumped as far as he could, rolling forward from where he landed.
“Didn’t that hurt?”
“No.” But I could see it did from the way he walked. Randy grabbed my hand pulled me over to the teeter totter and we played on it for a while. Each of us was just waiting for the other to try to dump us off. Suddenly Randy said, “There it is.”
“The lights to the hot tub are on. You’ve got to be real quiet now.” Randy led me over to a big oak tree growing out of the hedge, just across the fence from his home. He helped me up to the first branch before swinging himself up like a monkey. We climbed up slowly and as quietly as possible until we found a perch on a major limb from where we could look straight down into the Garvey’s hot tub. Randy’s brother, Bill, and Martha Bell, his girl friend were sitting stark naked. Well, not exactly sitting. They were all over each other. Bills hands were busy petting Martha’s famous bust which, it depressed me to see, was entirely Martha, putting the lie to what a lot of us girls wishfully hoped was the truth.
I almost gasped audibly when Martha went down on Bill and took his penis into her mouth. Later when Bill started to lick her sex it was all I could do to be silent. I held my breath as nature took is course and Bill mounted Martha, even though all we could see was Bill’s white fanny pumping up and down.
It didn’t last long and then, when they were finished, we quickly shinnied down the tree.
“I told you it would be hot.”
“You act like this isn’t the first time.”
“Heck no, they get together almost every night.”
“Don’t you get tired of being kicked out?”
“Not really. I enjoy watching them. Boy, if they only knew.”
“That’s Bahçelievler escort the first time I’ve seen a guy’s . . . what do you call it?”
“No, I’ve seen them. But not like that.”
“Bill had a hard-on. It’s not like that all the time.”
“I guess it couldn’t be or I would have noticed. You couldn’t exactly hide it in your pants, could you?” As I said this, my eyes naturally fell to his crotch and I actually could see that his cock was too big for his pants to hide.
My eyes must have given me away because Randy said, “No, not like that either. I’m still excited from watching them screwing.”
“Oh.” My nipples were itching something fierce and my panties were cold from the wetness there. It wasn’t a feeling I’d had outside of in bed before but I didn’t have any trouble figuring out what it meant.
I reached out and petted his cock through his pants. Randy laid his hand over mine and pulled my hand harder against him. “It isn’t always that hard. That’s a special effect for times like this.” His voice sounded funny, and while his hips worked back and forth beneath my fingers, he started to stroke my breast with his other hand. I hadn’t thought I had a breast but apparently I did, judging from the shivering feeling his hands induced from my nipples.
Randy pulled me closer and I let go of his cock. He pulled my t-shirt up out of my jeans and reached up inside and started to pinch my nipples gently. Somehow he found two small pear shaped bumps, which he squeezed. He pushed my shirt up and took my nipples into his mouth. I liked it. Suddenly he pulled me to him so he could kiss me. I pursed my lips to kiss back but his tongue slid between them and into my mouth before I could, and then both our mouths were wide open as we tried to suck each other tongues in.
After kissing for an eternity without taking time out for breathing, I became aware of the pressure on my mons which was coming from the bump Randy’s pants. It wasn’t me who returned the pressure, it was some other person. Suddenly Randy pulled back and reached into his pants. “Something’s pinching.”
Randy took my hips and pulled them to his and then we stood locked together at the hips swaying to the delicious pressure we felt even through our respective blue jeans. I was just reaching my hands down Randy’s tummy, fingers sliding inside his underpants and coming up against a warm obstruction when the whistle blew.
“Shit, that means I have to go.”
“Gee, I wish . . .”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Maybe we can, you know, meet again.”
“Let’s hope so. I’m out here almost every night after I do my homework.”
I fully expected to meet Randy the next evening but I chickened out at the last minute. I hope he wasn’t too disappointed. That night, before bed, I looked in the mirror and I could actually see breasts, two to be exact. Not very big, but they were there. All I’d had to do was stop watching for the pot to boil, I guess. Then I couldn’t sleep for the longest time, only succeeding after exploring the new feelings Randy had awakened in me with my fingers, first on my breasts and then sneaking down to the itchy groove where my legs come together. Now I thought, why did I pass this up?
I was lying in the rose garden the next night when I heard the gate opening. When I heard the swing start to squeak, I suddenly jumped up and ran back to my house, where I stood shivering in the doorway before running up to my room and throwing myself down face first onto my bed and crying. I don’t know why. I was really confused.
I was working on my homework in my room the next afternoon when I heard the doorbell. Mother yelled up the stairs, “Are you decent? You have company.” I stepped out the door and looked down. Randy was standing at the bottom of the stairs beside Mother looking apprehensive, a shy little smile on his face.
“Can I come up? I have a question about math.”
“Keep the door open, Millicent.”
“Yeah, okay. Mother. . . Geeze!”
When Randy got in the room, he said, “Millicent?”
“Millie to everyone except Mother.”
“I won’t tell.”
“I don’t care.”
“The reason I came over,” he whispered, “is that I wondered what was wrong. Was it something I did? I didn’t think I did anything that you didn’t want . . .”
I blushed like everything. “I guess I wasn’t ready . . . no, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just not sure I’m ready to take that step?”
“What step? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can trust me. I really liked the other night, but you don’t have to do anything like that again, but I hoped you’d come back and keep me company. It really felt good to be with you and to talk about stuff and feel like I had a friend. I don’t want to mess that up.
“We better get working on homework or Mother will think something is up.” We’d been whispering up to now and I just knew Mother was trying to listen in.
My math problems were laid out on the Bahçelievler escort bayan desk along with several sheets of scratch paper filled with my attempts to do the problems. “You know, I’m the one who needs help with math.”
“Are you doing the problems by hand? Don’t you know about Excel?”
Randy plopped down at the computer and opened Excel. Then he showed me how to insert a function. “Just be sure to get one or two wrong so nobody will think you’re cheating.”
“How are you two kids doing,” Mother asked as she walked into my room bearing a platter of cookies and milk. “I thought you two might like a treat. Has Millicent been able to help, Randy.”
“We’re still working on the problems,” he said. “They’re really hard.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to it.”
“They’re really hard,” I teased. Randy looked down at his crotch and blushed. I ignored the unfortunate turn of phrase and went right on with what I meant to say, “I bet you could do them in your sleep.” We finished up the problems and fell to talking about other stuff at school, like, you know, who’s dating who, who’s doing it for sure, who’s maybe doing it, and stuff like that.
“Millicent. It’s time to come down and set the table and I’m sure Randy needs to get home, too.”
We trundled down the stairs together. “Thanks for the snack,” Mrs. Johnson.
“It was a pleasure Randy. Say hi to your mom.”
“I will be sure to tell her when I see her.”
Randy was already swinging on his favorite swing when I came into the park through our gate. I hurried over and sat in the swing beside him. Randy stopped the swing and took out a joint, lighted it, and passed it to me. “Bill and Martha are here again.”
I thought about that, just to confirm in my mind that I really wanted to watch them again. I whispered to Randy, “I don’t know why I want to watch. I should be disgusting, but it isn’t. It’s hot.”
We had just finished the joint when the backyard lights went on. We climbed up the tree as quickly as we could without making noise. Tonight was really hot. When Martha finished sucking Billy’s cock, she sat on the side of the hot tub with her legs apart to allow his tongue to do its magic. Then Billy stood in the water in front of her and put his cock into her and in that position I could see every wiggle of his cock moving in and out of her. I was so affected I was afraid I’d fall out of the tree. When I looked over at Randy, I could see his fingers busily stroking his cock, the outline of which I could see through the material of his jeans. Taking a hint, I rubbed my pussy in time with Billy’s stroke. Before I knew it there was a wet spot where my pussy was drenching my panties.
Back on the ground, Randy and I went at it the same we had the other night and this time there was time for me to reach into Randy’s pants, but no sooner had I reached around his hot cock than he ejaculated into his jeans. After that he lost interest, leaving me sort of hanging, twisting in the breeze. Not that I complained.
After a while Randy came out of his fugue and we talked for a while before the whistle blast that called me home.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” Randy called to me before I disappeared.
The next evening I struggled with myself, taking more that normal care with my homework before giving in to the pressure that was impelling me to the park. I had just lain down among the roses when Randy said, “You have a cool spot here.”
I jumped. “You startled me.”
“I’ve been waiting for you. The roses sure smell good, don’t they? I like this one best.” Randy offered me a Peace Rose. “Boy Scout knife does it again.”
“Should I thank you for one of the park’s roses? Hell, why not. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I have an offer for you tonight. You can say no and I won’t say anything.”
“Nobody’s home. I thought you might like to try the hot tub.”
“I don’t know?”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I think it would be pretty neat, but I can understand . . .”
He looked dejected and I felt disappointed in myself. It only took a moment more to make up my mind. “Okay.”
“. . . if you don’t . . . Okay? You mean, okay!”
“Well, let’s go.”
“It’s funny. We’ve both lived next to the park for years and this is the first time I’ve ever gone through anybody’s gate but our own.”
“That’s the neat thing about the park. Everybody treats it like their own back yard.”
Randy quickly pulled the hot tub’s cover and stowed it to the side. Steam was roiling up making it look like a scene from Macbeth. “We don’t have to turn on the lights, do we?”
“Not if you don’t want to.”
Randy slipped out of his clothes without making a big fuss. I didn’t comment on the way his cock stood out. “You can put your stuff on the bench if you like” he said. Randy was already in the water and I was still summoning up nerve, pulling tentatively at my t-shirt. I’d had it off before. I forced myself. Escort bahçelievler It came off and I found I liked the feeling of being half naked before him. Still, it took some will power to force myself to shuck my jeans. I stood on the lip of the tub in my panties, seriously considering leaving them on when Randy said, “For a tall girl you sure have a beautiful figure.”
“What a bull shitter.”
“Sure. Me and the bean pole.”
“Well, I think you’re gorgeous. You could be a model.”
“Humf. Thank you, I guess.” After such a nice comment, even if it was blarney, the least I could do was to step out of my panties. I would have been covered by water quickly after that, but it was so hot that it was all I could do to get in, an inch at a time. When I was up to my knees, Randy stood and asked me if he could have a hug. Randy wasn’t all that was standing up. His cock was even bigger than I’d concluded from seeing it tenting out his jeans earlier. And it had the funniest onion shaped bulb at the end, something I hadn’t been able to perceive from the tree above. I couldn’t help thinking of all those pious ayatollahs and their minarets. Now I knew what that was all about.
Randy had asked for a hug. My mind snapped back into focus. I reached out my arms and he quickly filled them, while his cock nestled between my legs. He was just the length of his cock shorter than me, so his cock head rested right at the entrance to my pussy, where it pulsed against me with unmistakable intent.
“You have hair between your legs just like Martha’s, only yours is blond, just like your head. I guess it isn’t bleached after all.”
“Is that what they say?”
“You know how they always have something catty to say about everybody. If you take it seriously, you’ll always be alone.”
“Well, I do feel alone.”
“Me to. I know I shouldn’t take them seriously, but to tell the truth, it just makes me not like them.”
“I didn’t know anyone else felt that way.”
“Oh, there are lots of us, we just don’t have a way of knowing who we are.”
“Well, we know who we are.”
I grabbed Randy’s cock gently in my hands. “Is this okay?”
I was curious. Why did Martha suck Billy’s cock when they could be fucking. I guess there was only one way to find out. I didn’t ask and Randy didn’t complain. In fact, if I interpreted the sighs and mews he made correctly, he loved it. Watching Martha suck Billy had excited me, but doing it was like a thermonuclear bomb going off and I was unrestrained in sucking and licking, using my hands in tandem with my tongue to bring Randy to ecstasy. He suddenly jumped up and shot his load on the grass beside the tub. “You don’t want to get jizz in the water. It plugs up the filter.”
By this time, we were both overheated, so we got out of the tub and sat on the bench for a while allowing the breeze to cool us. Randy didn’t have much to say and I was content to be in my mind trying to understand all that was going on. It was natural to lean against Randy and put one arm around him while I ran the other hand over his breasts, his ridged abs, his silky pubic hair, his flaccid penis.
Flaccid. I hadn’t seen it like that before so I looked it over carefully. “I see what you mean. Even when it’s soft, it’s big.”
“It can get a lot smaller. It’s like a thermometer. The colder it gets, the smaller it gets. Until it gets hard, that is.”
I reached down and took his balls in my hand. He spread his legs to allow me better access, and moaned. “Does it feel good?” I asked.
“Oh yes, real good.” His cock was growing before my eyes. Not hard yet, but plumping up like a venison sausage being filled from the meat grinder. Randy started to stroke my breasts with his hands, bringing the nipples to hard little nubs. I leaned back against him and when he dropped his hands down to my lap, I spread my legs to allow him to feel me down there. I was not prepared for the result; my hips took on a life of their own.
Randy turned me on the bench and helped me lie down. Then he helped me spread my legs and poked a finger into me. It hurt. Randy could tell and quickly pulled it out, got down on his knees beside me and pulled my pussy lips apart so he could begin to flick my clitoris back and forth with his tongue. I couldn’t find purchase for my legs and so all I could do with them is kick the ground; kick, kick, kick and then suddenly I was coming.
“What was that?”
“I think you just came.”
“Came? You mean girls can come?”
“Sure. Didn’t you know?”
“I do now. That was neat.”
The two of us got back in the hot tub but we were soon too hot again. Randy stepped out and took a cushion from the chaise lounge, and set it on the ground. He took my hand and helped me down on it. Then he lay beside me and reached into my pussy again. His fingers felt good, this time. After a while, he rolled a leg over (I finally learned what that meant) and kissed me for a short time while his cock bounced here and there but always in the general area of my pussy before finding the ‘A train’ and then it slid right in. I held him tight, not letting him wiggle an inch, trembling, not experiencing the slightest discomfort. But I couldn’t sustain the pressure. I relaxed and felt the heavenly pressure of his cock as it started to slip in and out. Suddenly I heard the whistle blow.
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