"Well," Angie said blushing a little, "I thought it might happen and I decided I wouldn't mind falling in love with you."
"Wow?" Doug said. He rolled from between her still spread legs onto his side and held his head in both hands and closed his eyes. Girls certainly were mysterious. How could Angie guess what the outcome might be? Guess that's what older men meant when they said they were trapped by a girl. Well, it was certainly a nice way to be trapped. He felt a surge of protectiveness for her. He must assume his responsibilities and take care of her.
"Are you all right? Do you need anything?" he asked.
"Huh?" Angie asked, caught unawares; then she caught on. "I'm fine, I don't need anything. Do you?"
"Just to rest beside you for a while," he said.
They cuddled together and rested for about a half hour.
Angie stirred. "Did you want to try something new?"
"I'd thought of trying 69, but we don't have to if you don't want to."
"But I want to if you want to. What is it?"
"It's oral stimulation. We arouse each other by stimulating the sex organs with our mouths."
"Let's try it," Angie said.
"You really want to?" Doug asked dubiously.
"Yes, I do." Angie kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Tell me how it's done."
"Well…" Doug sat up energetically, all enthused. "We have to lay with our heads in opposite directions, our bodies curved. See? Like this."
He laid down on his side facing her with his head opposite her feet.
"Now you take my penis in your hands and put it in your mouth. While you rub the shaft with your hand and caress the end with your lips and tongue, I'll lick your clitoris and put my tongue in your vagina."
Angie felt a sudden fear brought on by Doug's explanation. What would her mother say? Intercourse was bad enough — perversion was infinitely worse. Now that she thought about it, she had read about it in the marriage manuals. She hadn't been looking forward to trying the act.
Doug saw her reluctant expression and guessed what she was thinking. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
Angie looked at him. He had that funny gleam in his eyes he always got when he was really interested in something. A feeling of love engulfed her. "No, no. I want to."
She moved over closer to his legs and gingerly enfolded his limp penis in her hand. It was red and wrinkled and the forest of pubic hairs it sprouted from looked obscene. She fought against her feeling of revulsion. It was so limp it felt awful. She wanted to drop it and run away and hide.
"Go ahead," Doug encouraged. "Just lick the end with your tongue to begin with."
She leaned over closer to the penis and the odor of his genitals grew stronger. Angie started to choke.
"You don't want to," Doug said in a disappointed voice.
"I will — I will. Give me time," she said hurriedly.
She stuck out her tongue and touched the shiny red end of his penis lightly. It felt warm and slippery. She twirled her tongue around the round end. She could feel Doug licking her clitoris with his tongue. Electrical shocks surged through her body. Her vaginal area began to burn. Angie began to caress the shaft with her hand while she licked the end. She felt triumphant when the penis hardened in her hand. She pushed the penis farther back into her mouth and began sucking it. The penis grew in her mouth, filling it. She rubbed the shaft with her hands faster and faster, a sudden sense of power engulfing her.
Now she could feel Doug sticking his tongue in and out of her vagina. Her body began to burn and it started to undulate. Her pulse quickened. She began circling the penis around in her mouth, sucking it, pushing it in and out with loud sucking sounds. Saliva oozed out of the corner of her mouth.
The end of the penis swelled and filled her mouth. Her tongue could feel the slippery shaft harden even more. She sucked and massaged it faster and faster. The distended red banana jumped into a life of its own. It began contracting back and forth, pushing against her throat. She began choking and grew frantic. She tried to twirl it out but it pushed faster and harder against her throat. Faster and harder, choking her and pushing all her breath out of her.
Suddenly, Doug cried out. He seized her head cruelly to stop her movements. Semen spouted into her mouth, sprayed her throat and dribbled down her chin. She choked and another spurt came. She started swallowing and spitting for dear life. Doug let out agonized cries with each spurt; they frightened her. Another and another came. She sputtered and swallowed them in painful gulps to keep from choking.
Finally Doug let go of her head. He lay panting heavily, and then he collapsed utterly weak.
Angie spit out the rest of the semen and wiped her spattered face on a blanket. She laid back exhausted, too tired to think or feel. She regained her strength first. "Are you all right, Doug?"
"Yeah," he said weakly.
"You cried out so. It scared me."
Doug shook his head in amazement. "The sensation is stronger than regular intercourse. The pleasure turns into unbearable pain," he explained in an almost clinical tone.
"I liked the ordinary way better."
Doug patted her head condescendingly. "So do I."
She turned around and slid into his arms and they lay quietly and dozed.
"We've still got a lot of other things to try," Doug said. "But I can wait until next Friday."
CHAPTER THREE
Doug and Angie were lying on the grass in the quadrangle. Too soon the bell would ring and they'd have to go to classes. But for now they could lay close together, enjoying the nearness of their bodies.
"You know what time I hate the most?" Angie asked.
"What?"
"Friday night."
"Wha-at?"
Angie slipped her hand down between their bodies and put it on his crotch. "Because I know it'll be a whole seven days before we can make love again."
"Don't do that here," Doug said alarmed. He looked around to see if anyone was looking at them. No one seemed to be.
"We shouldn't be ashamed of being in love," Angie protested.
"Angie," Doug said disapprovingly. "You know how people are. They'll say we're too young anyway. They don't think we ought to know anything about it. Or to feel any desire."
"We ought to invite them over on Friday night," Angie said playfully. "Can't you see Mr. Bailey and my mother watching us make love?" She started laughing loudly at the thought.
"Shhh! Someone will hear," Doug cautioned.
"No one's even near us."
"Brad's coming over this way."
Angie made a face. "I hope he doesn't start a fight again. Don't fight with him. For any reason."
"Take it easy. No sense in looking for trouble."
"Hi, there, you two," Brad called as he approached them. "Been having a lot of sex lately?"
"Is that al you ever think of?" Doug asked.
"Got a better topic?" Brad asked.
"I would think an operator like you would have," Angie put in.
"With you, it would be dishonorable to think of anything else," Brad said mockingly, as he flopped down on the grass beside her.
Angie laughed scornfully. "What a line!"
"Mamzelle, you wound me!" Brad exclaimed, melodramatically. He clapped a hand over his heart, threw himself flat on the grass, and pretended to be dead.
Angie laughed in spite of herself.
Mary Jane and two of her friends came over, attracted by Brad.
"O, Angie," Mary Jane exclaimed. "Are you coming to the dance tonight?"
"No, I'm busy Friday nights," Angie said casually.
"Oh, you should come," Mary Jane squealed. "We had so much fun last time. Didn't we, girls?"
The girls chorused the affirmative.
A bell rang to signify the end of the lunch period and the resumption of classes.