“How mad is she?” I asked.
“What do you think, ‘stupid boy’? You posted your first kiss with her on social media. She’s worried that if you ever have sex, you’ll start a website,” Halle said.
“Would that be a bad idea?” I asked.
Halle just rolled her eyes at me.
“Can I come over tonight? I need to work on my art project.”
“We won’t have a lot of time. Cassidy and I don’t normally get done with our time at the dojo until around seven-thirty or eight. Would a couple of hours be enough?” I asked.
“I’m sure it will be. I’ll just come over and study until you get home.”
“Talk to my mom when you get there, and she’ll let you in.”
“I’ve got the code,” she said.
I was about to ask how the heck she had it when class started. Somehow, every girl I knew seemed to have the code to my apartment. I’d changed the passcode several times, but they seemed to know what it was somehow. I wondered if my mom shared it with everyone.
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“Duke!” I yelled as I came up the stairs.
I found him on the couch with his head in Halle’s lap as she read a book we’d been assigned in English. Duke knew he wasn’t supposed to be on the couch, and when he heard me, my hound bolted to his crate to hide. Not that I would lay a hand on him, but Labs are people-pleasers, and he got upset when he got into trouble. I knew that once Duke saw I wasn’t going to do anything, he would be back out, wanting to be reassured that he wasn’t really in big trouble.
“I need to take a quick shower,” I said and left Halle in the living room.
Cassidy had used the batons on me again tonight. Shiggy obviously didn’t think I had gotten enough of a beating, so he’d joined in. He tended towards more traditional uses of the weapon. Cassidy had learned the down-and-dirty ways to subdue someone. Shiggy’s approach was more graceful, but every bit as effective. He couldn’t argue with Cassidy’s results. They took turns supposedly ‘teaching’ me. I wasn’t a complete novice, though, and I had reach and power over both of them. I had a little smile when I got the better of them a time or two. They both made me pay for my insolence, but I knew they were happy to see me progress.
While drying myself off, I heard the microwave ding, and something smelled good. I came out to find a plate of potstickers and egg rolls.
“That smells amazing,” I said.
“Mom had some people over, and this was left over. She told me you’d probably be able to save her the trouble of throwing them away.”
Halle had brought sweet-and-sour and hot mustard sauces for the egg rolls. She also opened a container of the black vinegar with green onion for the potstickers. I’d eaten only a couple of hours before, so of course, I was hungry. From the look Halle gave me, I think she was impressed when I was able to eat it all.
“How do you want me?” I asked, now ready to be her model.
“How about you lean against the wall and put your leg so your foot’s about six inches up the wall and flat against it?” she asked.
This was the lazy cowboy pose. I’d done this hundreds of times. Usually, it involved a shirt unbuttoned to expose your chest and stomach. I pulled my shirt off, thinking that was what Halle wanted. I saw her lick her lips, but she kept it professional. Halle came up close so she could see my body better. Then she stopped and looked at the area around my navel.
“Do all guys have that little v-shaped ridge?” she asked, pointing.
“I’m not sure. Can’t say I’ve ever really looked. You want me to check out the guys in the locker room and report back?” I asked.
“Would you?”
“No!”
“How far does it go down?”
I may be slow, but I’m not stupid. Halle wanted to check out my body, all in the name of art, of course. Halle probably didn’t know that I wasn’t body-shy. I couldn’t be and be a model. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off, which left me in just my boxers. I took her sketchpad and pencil out of her hands and tossed them on the couch. I then grasped her hands and led them to the waistband of my boxers. Halle got the idea and worked them off my hips.
When I was naked, she stepped back and looked at my groin area. She reached and ran her fingers up and down the v-cut that separated my groin from my thighs.
“Why don’t you have hair down there?” Halle asked.
“I had to cut it off for a photo shoot, and ever since kept it that way because I like how it looks.”
“Can I?” she asked as she reached for Mr. Happy.
He must have woken up because he began to grow in her hand. Halle’s eyes got big when he finally stretched out to say ‘hi.’ She gave my phallus a tentative squeeze. I had to remember that Halle was a virgin. I needed to help her rid herself of her v-card. I’d made myself a promise I would never allow a girl to withhold sex to ‘save it for marriage’ ever again. Peggy had taught me that lesson the hard way.
I began to undress Halle, and she didn’t stop me. When I finally had her naked, I couldn’t get over the remarkable resemblance to her mother. Rita James was our generation’s Grace Kelly; she simply oozed sophistication and innocence. She looked like a china doll that you were afraid would break. Halle looked like her mom, except her breasts were more prominent, and she had more of a booty. Believe me, that was not a complaint. Halle James took my breath away.
We may have stared at each other the rest of the night if she hadn’t run her fingers up my chest and grasped the back of my neck. I shuddered at her touch, and she pulled me down to kiss her—Halle was five-eight to my six-four. When our lips touched, there must have been static electricity in the air, because we both felt the jolt. For all her tentative moves, I discovered that Halle had been kissed before. She was quite good at it, actually. I picked Halle up and deposited her on my bed.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to play with her breasts or bury my head between her legs. I had caught the first whiff of Halle’s arousal. This wasn’t the time to take any shortcuts, so I crawled onto the bed and covered her body. I had an inner chuckle when she spread her legs. I guessed she thought I would take her right now. I was nowhere near ready to take her virginity. Little Miss Halle had to be broken to my will. I wanted her to remember her first time and compare all others to it.
Worshiping her body wasn’t a problem, the desire to jump ahead to the main event was. Halle decided not to be a passive participant, and reached between us and grabbed my package.
“You have a big one, don’t you?” she asked.
“It seems to do the job, but you might be right. I’ve been told he’s bigger than average, and thicker,” I said, not trying to brag.
“Did you say ‘he’?” Halle asked. “You’ve named him, haven’t you?”
I blushed.
“Come on, you have to tell me,” she said.
“I call him ‘Mr. Happy.’ The little bastard has a mind of his own. We have conversations, and I’m embarrassed to say he talks me into things,” I confessed.
Halle pushed me off her and kissed the mushroom head.
“Hello, Mr. Happy. What evil plans do you have for me?” she asked as she slowly stroked me.
“He wants me to do you hard right now. I think we’d be better served ignoring him for now. Maybe next time we can let him be in charge,” I suggested.
“You’re confident enough to think there’ll be a second time? You might be terrible in the sack, and I might not want you anywhere near me again,” she teased.
I decided we didn’t need to spend our time talking and kissed her to shut her up. Halle was quickly on board with my plan. I took my time learning her body. Halle’s neck was really sensitive. I was cautious not to leave any marks. I loved her breasts. She was a full ‘C’ cup and had big, firm nipples, which I sucked into my mouth and chewed on. Halle had two handfuls of hair as she guided my efforts. For a sexual novice, she sure knew what she liked. For me, that was a giant plus. I wasn’t looking for someone to just lay there and make me guess whether or not they liked something.