Naked In School

So I lowered myself to his bed, smiled up at him, and said, "Jared. I want you. And I want you to take me. Please."

He smiled-and he was still shaking--and then he stopped. "Wait a minute." He got up, went to his dresser, and came back with a container of lube. "This might help, help me not hurt you."

"I don’t know, I’m pretty wet," I giggled.

"Every little bit helps." He reached over at my purse, took out a condom, rolled it on-I was watching in fascination at that-and then spread the lube over himself.

Then, there he was, over me, guiding it in. My God it was BIG. Just the head, getting through, I found myself stretching. But it didn’t hurt. It felt very strange, but good strange. And then the head popped in.

Whoooooooo!

I did say that my entrance was sensitive, right? I almost started cumming right then. But only almost-because I knew where he was-right at my, er, virginity.

"You OK?" He asked.

"I’m just fine," I managed to get out. "Just-right here-don’t go too fast, OK?"

"Right," he said, then started pushing. Slowly. I felt myself stretching again, and I felt the pressure against my hymen. I waited for the pain.

I felt a pull. It hurt a little, but just a pinch. That was it, and then I felt it go, and nothing. No pain, really. And, as my brain processed that, I realized he was still going, deeper and deeper, bit by bit. I said I wanted to open up, right? Well, I was opening up, all right. And I guess the emotional follows the physical, right? It just felt so damn good I couldn’t believe it.

And then I felt him bump up against me. He was in all the way. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. I realized I had closed my eyes, waiting for the pain that never came, so I opened them. He was looking down at me, concerned. Our eyes locked again, just like yesterday in Bio. And I couldn’t help it-I started grinning like an idiot. "Oh myyyyyyy!" I managed to get out.

"Pain?" he asked.

"No, none," I beamed at him. "I’ll be honest, I was expecting it to hurt. I lied to you, I knew it would hurt. But it didn’t," I said in wonder. "I can’t believe I took all of you and it didn’t hurt!"

He smiled back at me. "Some things were just meant to be."

"Damn right," I grinned at him. "You OK?"

"I’m just marvelous."

"You close?" I asked.

"No, not yet. Your little attention earlier helped. You ready?"

"Ready for anything. As long as it’s with you." And I wasn’t lying. I felt him slide himself out, and then back in. Oh my goodness. Again, he did it, still fairly slowly, but it was delicious. I couldn’t help myself. Our eyes were still locked, and I found myself grinning. And moaning, and gasping-and even laughing a little. He looked down at me, and broke out in a big smile himself, plainly delighted. And then he hit me just right. "Ooooh…ooooooh…oh fuck JARED!" I screamed, and went right over.

And he kept right on going.

I never completely came down-I was still hovering, riding little tingles and waves the whole time. Right after I went, the dear boy leaned over and kissed me. I pulled him closer, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, wrapped my legs around his hips, and practically devoured his tongue. I wanted as much of him as close to me as I could get it. His chest rubbed up against my boobs as she moved steadily in and out of me. And I was still hovering, still recovering from my first climax, and still wanting more.

"J-jared, sweetie…faster…’K?" I managed to gasp out. He went faster.

Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. I was still grinning like a crazy person as I was getting my brains fucked out. (See, I can say that, too!) I just hung on for dear life. I was whining and gasping and at one point I think I went "wheeeee!" like a little kid on a roller coaster. And, as I built up, as I got closer again, I found myself saying it out loud. "Fuck…fuck…oh, Jared, fuck me…FUCK ME!" He did, and I exploded like a supernova. It was just fantastic. And Jared moaned and gasped and I felt him go, felt his dick twitch deep in my cunny, and I knew he was filling up that condom.

He collapsed on top of me with a groan, and I was desperately trying to catch my breath. He tried to roll off of me, but I was having none of that. He probably thought he was crushing me, which he was, but I didn’t care, and I wasn’t willing to let go yet. I kept my arms and legs wrapped around him. So, he just grinned at me, grabbed me around the waist, and rolled us over, so we were lying on our sides, my left leg still wrapped around his hip, my arms still around his neck. His rapidly deflating dick slipped out, but that was all right. I was giggling and gasping and kissing him all over his face and neck and he started giggling back. Then our eyes locked again.

"Nobody told me about the joy," he said in wonder.

"Nobody told me about that, either," I agreed. I looked deep in his eyes, smiled, and quoted Ms. T. "I think that depends on the who."

"I think you’re right," he beamed back at me. "Are you OK?"

"No, I went way past ‘OK’ quite some time ago, and headed straight for ‘delirious’." He laughed at that and kissed me. I pulled back from the kiss, grabbed his face in my hands, looked deep in his eyes, and said it. "Jared, I love you."

He beamed like a sun. "I love you too, honey," he replied.

"So, when you had that crush on me all those years, did you dream about this?" I teased him.

He got serious all of a sudden. "No," he admitted. "I wasn’t capable of dreaming about this. What I dreamed about was nothing compared to this. Even my dreams weren’t able to come up with something this…stupendous."

"Oh. Wow," was all I could come up with.

"Listen. You need to know this. You were right, Amanda, with what you said at lunch today. I wasn’t in love with Amanda Frazier. I was in love with an image, a face across the hall, a laugh I heard wafting across the lunchroom. What I’ve found out the past few days is that image was nothing. The real Amanda Frazier is so much more… fantastic…than my silly image that I can’t even describe it."

Wow. "That might just be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me," I whispered. "Reality very rarely holds up to an ideal."

"It was a seventh-grader’s ideal," he admitted, "that I managed to carry around for four years. I think I was scared of reality, with you or anybody else. Now that I know what the reality is like, I’m less scared every minute."

He was wonderful, but I was a bit worried. "Don’t put me on a pedestal, Jared, I don’t belong up there."

"Honey, you got off the pedestal the minute you stopped being an image and started being a real person. Don’t you think I know that? I don’t want you on a pedestal any more. I want you right here," and he hugged me tighter.

I wasn’t the only one doing some soul-baring around here! All I could think to say was, "You make me so happy, I think I’ll burst."

"That makes two of us, darling," he grinned at me.

CHAPTER NINETEEN JARED

I had never felt this good.

I had just had sex-for the first time-with the most wonderful girl in the universe, and it was stupendous, everything I could’ve ever asked for. And she told me she loved me. And I bared some of my innermost thoughts to her, and she understood. And there we were, in my bed, wrapped around one another, talking and giggling and laughing and just enjoying the moment.

I was right when I told her that I never knew about the joy.

"I think I need to get this thing off," I said, looking down at the filled condom barely clinging to my dick.

"Yeah," she giggled. "You know what? Enough of those things. I’m going to go to the school clinic tomorrow morning and get the shot." One of the advantages to a more sexually open society was the increased effectiveness of birth control technology. A girl could get a shot, and it worked instantly-she could have sex a half hour after the shot, and be protected, as long as she remembered to get the shot every month, or go on the pill.