I was so mad at my parents; I didn’t even notice that a lot of the girls filing into the auditorium for freshman orientation were pretty well endowed with good looks and taut bodies. No, I was so overwhelmed with anger and bad feelings, that what should have been a highlight of my life—entering college—was looking like the beginning of a nightmare that would last two years if I got my grades up, and four years if I didn’t. Yes, here I was stuck away at a religious Catholic college until I got my act together, after which I might be allowed to attend a party school like U Miami or San José.
I don’t remember a lot of orientation, but I will always remember the talk we were given by the dean of students, Sister Anne. That’s right, Sister, like ‘nun,’ like Catholic school, like Mass and Confession, and lock the dorm doors at 10:00 on weekdays and 12:00 on Friday and Saturday.
Sister Anne might as well have been brother Sam—flat as a board with a wiry mustache that would have been admired in any barbershop. She began by welcoming us and congratulating us for going to a Catholic institution where our morals would be as important to us as our grades. Brother! She said that previous years had seem some unacceptable behavior but that she was sure we would be able to take advantages of the mistakes others had made to avoid the deadly temptations of being away from home and parents for the first time.
Why, she screamed, did we know that some students actually made genital to mouth contact with each other. Believe you me, there was shocked silence at that; Sister Anne really loved that. You could see it in the triumphant look that passed over her face. Then she leaned forward over the podium and, in a low voice shared a deep secret with us: “Some of them have even made genital to genital contact.” Well, she was sure we would be able to avoid that kind of temptation. She stood away from the podium and waved her finger at us: “Remember, children, the body is the house of the soul. Just as you wouldn’t want to live in a house that was filled with foul and odorant garbage, neither would you want to sully your soul’s house by engaging is wicked sinful acts the like of which turned Lott’s wife to salt.” Then she leaned forward to share another secret, “I’m sure this word to the wise will be sufficient.” We were so shocked we didn’t even applaud as we had for the earlier speakers.
Man oh man, I thought. It’s even worse than I thought. Sister Anne was followed by the director of student activities. He informed us of all the wonderful activities and clubs we could belong to at St. Chester. Then, saving the best for last, he told us there was going to be a big picnic at the school’s beach club and that buses would load at 1:00, immediately after lunch.
No way, I thought. I ate quickly and retreated to my room where I buried myself in a book. It was a hot book and I was thinking I could wank off as soon as the students cleared the dorm. That wasn’t to be. The floor representative came by and said, “It’s time to get on the bus.”
“NO way, dude. I’m not going.”
“Ah come on. It’s fun. You’ll like it.”
“Sure, I can drink Kool-Aid with Sister Anne.”
“Oh, she won’t be there.”
“I still would rather stay here and get ready for classes.”
“Man, you sure got the wrong idea about this school. You will have absolutely no problem with classes here. If you don’t like your grades just talk to the prof.s and they’ll change them.”
“That’s nice. Have a good time.” Even as I flipped him off in my mind, I felt a little bad. He actually didn’t seem like that bad a guy, but I was in a really deep funk and I planned to enjoy it to the fullest. The floor rep shrugged his shoulders and made himself scarce, but he reappeared with the house master moments later.
“Come on, Fred. Get your gear together. This activity is not optional; besides, you’d really kick yourself when you heard how much fun everybody had.”
Oh, well, I thought. But it wasn’t without a lot of grumbling that I grabbed a jacket and started out the door.
“You’re going to want your swim suit. There’s water skiing, wind surfing, and a lot of the kids like to play water basketball.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, I get the picture.” I grabbed my suit and a towel and put them in my new St. Chester backpack, which my parents bought me at the student store so I would fit in. EeeeHa.
It wasn’t until we got to the lake and the girls started shucking their warm-ups that my mood lightened. Most the girls wore bikinis and some of them were quite scanty. No thongs, though. Sister Anne probably covered that in the female student orientation. Still, there was a lot of pulchritude bouncing around the beach and I started to sense possibilities that I hadn’t thought existed an hour earlier.
One chick especially caught my attention, maybe because she was bending over, presenting her butt to me as she struggled with some kind of gear bag. Man, I could see the shape of her pussy through the thin material of her suit. I hurried over to offer help
“Can I help you with that bag?”
“Oh, thanks. Yes. Hold the bag.” I held on while she pulled on some canvas that was inside.”
“What have you got here? I hope it isn’t your swim suit.”
“It’s a sail, silly. I’m already wearing my suit.” She looked up at me, caught my grin. “Oh, you know that.”
“I didn’t know it was a sail, but yeah, I saw you were wearing a suit. Where’s your boat?”
“It’s in the shed. As soon as I get the mast and wishbone together with the sail, you can help me carry it out, if you like.”
“I wouldn’t mind, but I’m not that strong.”
“Oh, it’s light. You’ll see.”
“That’s a boat,” I said, looking at what looked all the world like a surfboard.
“It’s a wind surfer.”
“Way cool, man. You know how to sail it.”
“Little bit.”
“Little bit?”
Before long the wind surfer was bobbing in the waves at the lake’s edge and she easily, it seemed, locked the mast in a socket and took off flying. I mean flying. The board took off like a bat out of hell. In seconds she was just a dot on the horizon, then, before I could decide whether to wait for her to return—yes, I wasn’t about to abandon her unless she abandoned me—she came flying back, did a quick 360 degree turn and stepped off in the shallows.
“Little bit?” I asked, sarcastically.
“Well, I won some medals, but I just a beginner, really. Would you like to try?”
“Sure. What do I do?”
“Here, I’ll show you”. She stepped up on the board and sailed around in a small circle, talking all the way, showing me how moving the mast’s angle steered the machine. Showing me how to walk around the mast to turn around. It looked easy. It wasn’t. I felt like a clumsy klutz. When I’d fallen off about a million times, I looked up at her. “Are you enjoying this?”
She took pity on me. “It harder than it looks isn’t it.”
“Are you mad at me, or something?”
“Naw, I just don’t get many opportunities to lord it over a guy. I have a mean side.”
“Boy, you sure do.”
She pulled the bow up on the beach and laid the mast and sail down so the wind couldn’t catch it and said, “There’s a trainer. You just need to get the knack, then it’s easy.”
“Now you tell me.”
“I’m sorry. Really. I’m not a very nice little girl sometimes.”
“Not very little,” I smiled as I said it, my eyes fixed on her nice breasts in case my meaning eluded her. “You aren’t one of those girls Sister Anne was warning us about.”
“Hey, that’s not nice.”
“Sorry.”
She demonstrated again how to steer the boat by moving the mast but it’s really difficult to do it and keep your balance at the same time. “No, no, no. Not like that. She grabbed me from behind and steadied me at the same time helping me shift my weight and suddenly I got a sense of how it worked. At the same time, my mast was getting too interested in the feeling of her boobs, which were pressing against my face as she pushed me this way and that to help me balance. I was embarrassed—surely she noticed. If so she didn’t say anything. My legs were getting weak and it wasn’t just because of the strain of balancing on the wild platform of the trainer.
“Let’s try the board again,” she said, just when my legs started to tremble.
I stepped off the trainer and then I had to figure what to do next. On the trainer I’d been bent nearly double so my stiffy was sort of hidden in the folds of my suit. But now I was erect in both meanings of the word as my cock stood out like the hour hand at 2:00 O’clock. I quickly grabbed the fold of my suit and pulled it away from my body so my cock bounced against my abdomen and pulled the material tight against it. It still made an unmistakable bulge, but at least it didn’t stick out at an angle. I was glad my parents didn’t let me buy that bikini. My cock would have been out the top.
“It’s hard isn’t it?” She said.
I whipped around. “Huh?”
“The trainer—it’s hard, isn’t it.”
“Oh, yeah.” Was she grinning? I guess not.
“When the board starts moving in the water, it’s more stable. You just have to catch the hang of it.”
In the next hour I finally did start to get the hang of it and before the hour was over, I’d actually sailed across the bay and back. I tried to make a nice landing like she had, but I lost it at the last minute and fell full length right in front of a crowd of people standing around talking to her, washing them all down with a big splash.
“Hey, that wasn’t nice,” she said.
“I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“A likely story. Look, all these guys have been waiting a turn. I think you better give the board up.”
“Okay. But aren’t there other boards?”
“Yes, but I haven’t felt like I could set them up and watch out for you at the same time.”
“Oh, thank you. I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been monopolizing your time.”
“Hey, I don’t mind. I love turning people on . . . to wind surfing. It’s my religion.” Did she mean that as a double entendre? Naw, couldn’t be.
“Well, can I help you set up some more boards?”
And that’s what we did for the next hour. It was hot work—a lot of work—and when we were done she suggested a swim to cool off.
“You know, I don’t even know your name.”
“Oh, I’m Molly. Molly Midas.”
“Well, Molly Midas. I’m very happy to meet you. That’s sure a good name because to me you are golden.”
“Aw shucks. You can tell that after just meeting me? Or is that the line you use with all the girls?”
“You won’t believe me whatever I say, so think what you will.”
“So what is your name?”
“Oh, sorry. I’m Fred Fringle.”
“The Fred Fringle?”
“Huh?”
“Oh, that’s just my dumb sense of humor. Don’t make too much of it.
All this as we walked toward the swimming area where spray was shooting up into the air from a wild game of water basketball, girls sitting astride the shoulders of boys, passing the ball instead of dribbling as they moved toward each basket.
“Want to play?” Molly asked.
“Sure. Do you want me to be on top first?”
“Ha, ha.” I swam between her legs and lifted her up. I couldn’t help thinking; her pussy is draped over my neck. I wished I had teeth back there.
We were quickly in the thick of things and it was some kind of stimulating because, it turns out, it was a contact sport and a lot of the contact was scantily clad female flesh bumping into male flesh. There seemed to be more contact than really called for and then I noticed something else: Several times, girls somehow lost their tops and had a hard time getting them on again. Almost like they were showing them off.
I also noticed that I wasn’t the only one with a hard-on, because the water didn’t cover our crotches, what with us jumping up out of the water all the time. There also seemed to be a lot of unnecessary hugging when girls were unseated—before they got back up. I’m not complaining, mind you.
You’re probably wondering where the priests were all this time. The only priest I know of who was there was running the water ski boat and it was gone from the dock most of the time. The other adults were up in the kitchen area where they were sucking the beer that was reserved for them. Oh, and two sisters had set up a table in the meeting room to recruit for the Cardinal Newman Club.
A combination of wind surfing and water basketball had just about worn me out when the dinner bell set up a clamor, calling us to the barbecue. I ate with Molly and learned that even though she was a freshman, she had a job at the beach club because of her special qualifications. Even though she was a townie, she was living in a dorm, so she could have the full college experience.
Something was nagging at my mind. “Molly, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Well, I’m just blown away by all this. I’ve had so much fun with you and the rest of the guys today, but it just doesn’t seem to jibe with what Sister Anne was talking about. I mean, my parents were expecting this to be a sort of Puritan place. But is it?”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
“All that business about your body being the house of your soul and avoiding mouth to genital and genital to genital contact.”
“Actually, I didn’t get that bit. What does genital mean?”
That threw me. I looked at her to see if she was having me on. She looked back at me, her big blue eyes wide open, unblinking. Shit, I thought, how do I answer that. “Well, you know the book of genesis, don’t you?”
“You mean Adam and Eve?”
“More than that. It’s the book about beginnings. Well, genital refers to a person’s organs of beginning. You know: Genesis: Genital: Beginning new people.”
“Huh?”
“You know, sex!”
“Oh my God. You mean that’s what she was talking about?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Well, I don’t know much about that. My parents were very strict, and the priest at our school was . . . well let me put it this way; nobody wanted to confess any of that stuff to him. What about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you had any of that gentle to gentle . . . why are you laughing?”
“It’s genital, not gentle.”
“Oh. Are you making fun of me?”
“I was just going to ask you?”
“Come on. I asked you in good faith.”
“Just what do you want to know?”
“Well . . . have you done it?”
“I . . . I guess you could say the only genitals I’ve had contact with are my own.” I lied.
“How many do you have? Oh, I’m sorry. That’s rude.”
“No, that’s okay. I guess it depends on what you count. I’d say three: my cock, and my balls.”
“Do tits count?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Because I did let a guy touch them once.”
“No, I don’t think they count.”
“But they feed babies, don’t they?”
“Yes . . . but they don’t make them.”
“So, what do you count?”
“I’m not entirely clear about that, but I’d say it’s limited to your . . . you know . . . your sex.”
“My vagina?”
“Yeah.”
“What about my ovaries? You counted your balls.”
“Okay, that’s fair. But you aren’t likely to have genital to genital contact with your ovaries.”
“Good point.”
Just then we were interrupted by an older guy. “Molly, isn’t it about time to put away the windsurfers?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll get right to it.”
“That’s okay. Just try to have them all in before dark.”
“Hey, Mr. Bragg, I’d like to introduce Fred.”
“Hello Fred. Have you known each other long.”
“We just met today,” I said. “Molly gave me lessons.”
“She’s gives it quite a ride, doesn’t she”?
“She’s really something, as far as I’m concerned,” I said.
“Ah, Mr. Bragg, would it be okay if we keep two boards out for a moonlight sail. We’ll put them away, but it’s a full moon and I’ll watch out for Fred. Okay?”
“I probably shouldn’t, but I’ll let you if you both wear clip on lights. And be back by full dark. It’s okay to go out in the dusk, but be back before full dark, okay?”
We quickly packed up three of the windsurfers and then took off across the bay. I was really starting to get the hang of it—well, not like Molly, but pretty good for me. But it’s hard work, you know. You are basically holding yourself up in the air by the boom, so it’s like hanging onto a pull up bar while frantically balancing your self on an unstable platform. And I was tired from a much more energetic day that I’m used to. We made one complete circuit of the lake and were at the far shore again when I begged for a breather.
We dumped the two sails and then lay side-by-side, feet in the water supported by our chests on my board. Our eyes were used to the moonlight and I loved seeing the tops of her tits being pushed out of her halter by her weight on the board. “I’ve never enjoyed myself with a girl as much as I have with you today, Molly.”
“Hey, it’s mutual.”
“I hope we can keep seeing each other.”
“If you like. I’d be happy to go out with you.”
“I’ve never met a girl who turned me on the way you do. You’re so beautiful and you’ve got a fantastic figure.”
“Oh, come on. Most guys think I’m skin and bones.”
“You’re kidding.”
“My breasts are small and . . . well put it this way, one guy said I had an ass like a guy.”
“He must have been queer. If a guy had an ass like yours, most queers would be after him for something Sister Anne wouldn’t like.”
“That’s funny.”
“I have a reputation for making jokes that aren’t funny. I never mean to but I do like to make people laugh. But sometimes people take it the wrong way.’
“I’m warned; I’ll try not to. You know, you’ve got a pretty taut bod, too.”
“I guess, if you don’t mind a total absence of muscles.”
“Well, Michael Jordan has chicken legs. I think bulky muscles are like big tits. Impressive but not very important in the scheme of things.”
“I agree about big tits. I like them just like yours.”
“How do you know?”
“Your suit doesn’t hide much.”
“That’s what my mom said. In fact, if she knew I didn’t return it she’d kill me.” We were quiet for a minute, listening to the waves lapping against the two boards, side by side. The moon was rising and in the distance we could hear two loons calling each other.
“I wonder what those loons are thinking of?”
“Probably what we’re thinking of?”
“What’s that?”
“Genital to . . . ”
I started to laugh and then swallowed it. She was so right. “You too, huh?”
“I know what you’re thinking of. I saw you adjust your suit on the trainer and . . . well, let me ask . . . no, I better not.”
“What?”
“No.” And she wouldn’t tell me. But later she said, “Damn!”
“What’s the matter?
“My suit came untied.”
“I won’t look.”
“Do you want to look?’
“May I?”
“Well, maybe once.” She pushed herself off the board and floated onto her back, breasts just arising from the waves that washed over her flat stomach. I was having an oxygen emergency. I pushed away from the board and tried to stroke her breasts but as soon as I did the boards started to drift away and that scared me. I’m not that confident of a swimmer. Still, I did get a good feel. Then the two of us swam quickly to capture our respective boards, and then Molly sat astride her board as she reached behind to tie her halter again. I might have fainted, but then I wouldn’t have been able to see them any more.
“Couldn’t you wait until we get back? I hate to see them covered up again.”
“Are you sure you can handle your board and . . . you know . . . ”
“If I can’t then we can rethink the matter.”
“Well, it hardly seems fair. I haven’t seen your genitals.”
“If you’re going to get technical, I haven’t seen yours either, and you have seen my tits.” Molly laughed.
“You’re quibbling.”
I thought for a moment. It was almost dark. Certainly, nobody could see us from the shore and my dirty little boy’s mind was in acquisition mode, so it didn’t take much thought before I started to lower my shorts. Then I had to figure out what to do with them. I finally settled on putting my head through a leg-hole and wearing them like a tie.
Molly definitely gave me a thorough looking over with her eyes and then she said, “If we put a sail on it, you could really take off.”
“I don’t know if I could hold it up full time.”
“You mean, it isn’t always like this?”
“Hardly.”
“It has been all day.”
“That’s because of you, you devil.”
Then she was off on her board while I struggled to go forward. Moments later she came whipping back and turned a tight corner around me, pulled to a stop, mooned me, and then took off again while I followed in her wake, struggling compared to her grace and mastery. Forget about competent, I thought.
The two of us stopped short of shore–we could just barely touch bottom–to re-suit and I asked, “Could I steal a kiss?”
She swam over to me and gave me the sweetest kiss, tongue just pushing into my mouth. I gave her breast a stroke.”
“Hey, you said steal a kiss. That’s a feel.”
“You mind?”
“No.”
“Then can I have another?”
“Another what?”
“Both.”
And so we kissed and I stroked her breasts until we saw a flashlight moving down the dock. “That must be Mr. Bragg. We better get in. We’re already pushing it and he’s been so nice, I’d hate to get on his wrong side.”
It was Mr. Bragg. I was afraid he’d be pissed but he just helped us carry the two boards inside and put them on their racks. “Nice night for sailing,” he said. “I don’t blame you for wanting to stay out. I guess you can pack the sails and bag them. Molly knows where they go.”
We each carried one of the bulky bags into the sail room. It was dark. Molly said, “Windsurf sails go in the very back.” I was having trouble navigating all the gear on the floor in the dark but I finally staggered into the corner where Molly’d pointed. Just when I was ready to put the sail down, Molly must have stumbled because I felt a sudden push in the back and found myself landing on the stacked sail bags face first. I quickly flipped over so I could get up again and barely saw Molly’s hand reaching toward me in the gloom.”
“Here, let me help you up,” she said, and I reached up and took her hand, but instead of pulling myself up, I pulled her down on top of me so I could have another chance to feel her body against mine, out of the water for a change. And let me tell you, it felt fine.
“That’s nice,” she said after a time of playing tongue tag. It sure was. But it wasn’t comfortable the way she was laying on top of me. My cock was as erect as can be and it wasn’t nestled comfortably in my suit, which was designed for showing it off, if truth were known, more than for allowing for expansion. I rolled over so the two of us were on our sides. This allowed me to adjust my cock and then it allowed me to reach out and stroke Molly’s breasts. She must have liked it because she began purring and arching her back to push her tits more firmly into my hands and then she began pulling at the ties in back. But something about the knot was wrong and instead of untying, it pulled into a knot. She had to sit up so I could help her get the knot loose. My fingers were trembling so much, I have no idea how I got it untied.
Then we lay back down, side by side, and for the first time, I felt her warm body against mine. It took my breath away. I couldn’t help it. I had to roll a leg over her and face her from on top, and then my hips couldn’t help themselves from grinding my erect cock into her mound. She must have liked that because she pushed back against me, responding to my rhythm as if we were dancing to the same tune.
You know, I’m not sure, but I think after a while she came, because her breath started to come faster and faster and then she shivered and grabbed me so tight I could hardly breathe. “Oh Freddy, Freddy, Freddy,” was all she could say. Then she settled down and for a while our passion was muted and I felt some regret that I wasn’t going to get off like she had, but I was just so damn happy, I didn’t care. I figured I could beat off when I got back to the dorm.
Then Molly whispered in my ear. “Do people really do what Sister Anne said? You know, mouth to genital contact?”
“Haven’t you seen any porno movies?”
“Sure, but they’re actors, aren’t they? Do real people do that?”
“I can’t speak from experience, but all the letters to Penthouse, all the porno movies, and all the guys talking in the locker room seem to agree. It must be true.” I lied again.
“Would you mind if I try licking your penis? Just a little? If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
“If I don’t like it?”
“Well, you are a Catholic, aren’t you?”
“What does that have to do with it?”
“Yeah, what does it? Well can I?”
Instead of answering, I squirmed out of my suit and lay on my back. “I don’t know if you can see him in the dark, but my cock is standing straight up. Go for it.”
She started with her fingers. At first she was so gentle, she must have thought he was fragile.” It felt wonderful, but I could hardly stand it. Her touch was too light. I wanted more. More and more and more. I strained to hold my hips high in the air, trying to tell her by my actions to do it harder, but she didn’t get the message, so I reached up and put my fingers over hers and pressed. When he’s like this, you can’t squeeze too hard. He’s like a diamond. Cut glass, he can. Oh, yes!”
“What’s this? Is he a Jedi knight now, Yoda?”
“Oh, yes. That’s it. The force is right! Do it; do me.,” I gasped as I arched my hips.
Suddenly she let go. Oh no, I thought, so soon? Is that all? But I didn’t say anything. I just reached up to hug her and she hugged me back for a minute, then she pushed me away and I grieved for a brief moment until I felt her hot little tongue flick the tip of my erection with a tentative stroke. “OHHH!” I said.
“Like that, eh?”
“Ummm.” I’ll give you one hour to stop that.”
“It actually tastes good. I didn’t think it would.”
“I don’t think human’s would propagate if everything about sex wasn’t pleasant.”
“Maybe not,” she slurped, her words mixing with my precum as they moved past her tongue and my cock. “How do you like this?” and with that she took the head of my cock all the way into her mouth, so her lips were pressing down on the rim of my helmet.
“This is certainly a strange feeling thing,” she said, and sat up for a moment to feel the rim of the helmet with her fingers. “It’s just like the movies, though. Somehow the whole business never seemed real until now.”
“I know what you mean,” I gasped. She leaned down again and took my cock in her mouth, but now she started to palpitate my balls with her fingers at the same time.
“You better get out of the way, if you don’t stop that. I’m going to come.”
“Oh, you don’t want to do that, do you?”
“Well, it’s sort of the object of the whole deal, isn’t it?”
“Oh, I thought it was to make a baby. Ha ha.”
“Ha, ha. The last thing I want to do is make a baby.”
“Yeah, me to. But not to worry. I’m on the pill.”
“The pill? I thought you were a Catholic.”
“So’s my mom, but she’s on the pill, too.”
“How does that work? I thought it was forbidden.”
“It is, but everybody cheats. How many people do you know who have fifteen children any more?”
“But the priests? Confession””
“Well, here’s how it works. You tell your doctor you are having irregular periods with a lot of bleeding and cramps, and they smile and write out a birth control prescription. It’s okay if it’s for irregular periods, it’s not okay if it’s for birth control.”
“Ah, Molly? I’m I getting you right? Are you going to let me have genital to genital contact with you?”
“Do you want to?”
“Do you have any doubt? What do you think that hard cock is all about, anyway?”
“I thought it was to hang your hat on.”
I slid my hand under the little patch of bathing suit that covered Molly’s pussy, half thinking that she’d object and push me away. But she didn’t. She opened her legs and arched her sex up into my hand. It was wide open and I could feel her clit sticking out from between her pussy lips. She was certainly physiologically ready for what was coming.
I quickly pulled her bottoms off, rolled a leg over and found myself confronting her face to face, breast to breast, genital to genital. Oh my God, I thought, I’m about to get fucked. Halleluiah! Maybe a religious school wasn’t such a bad choice. Thank you God. Oh boy. For the shortest time I focused on the feeling of all that flesh on flesh. It felt so fine. I felt so fine. I kissed her hungrily even as I tried to get lined up. She was so wet and slippery her flesh formed a funnel so that just the weight of my desire was enough and I slid in, effortlessly.
“Oh God Fred, that is wonderful. Oh Fred, oh my! I’m already coming.”
Her hips humped up at me and lifted my pelvis off the floor and held me there while she shivered. That was more than I could take and I fought back, my hips suddenly knowing just what to do and they began to fuck her with vigor, in and out, in and out and, of course, that was it. Suddenly I began to cum even as she wrapped her legs around my butt and held me in tight against her womb. I came and came, shivering with delight.
“Oh Molly; thank you thank you. I can’t tell you what this means to me. Oh it was so good. I can’t hardly wait to do it again.”
“I know, I know. But you can softly wait, can’t you?”
“I guess I’ll have to,” I said. Oh, it’s so unfair to have found that place and have to leave, no sooner than I arrived.
We lay face to face just hugging, and kissing and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears—until there was a sharp wrapping on the door before it opened a crack and Mr. Bragg shouted in, “Hey you kids better get a hustle on, the buses are loading.”
I quickly rolled over and started to search for my suit. Molly made her way to the door and flipped the light switch on. “Jesus, Fred. You’re still hard!”
The light was blinding but so was her beauty, which my sense of satiation had done nothing to dull as far as my appreciation went. “Well, I’m still quite prepared to show you what stamina means.
Half way into my suit, hopping up and down to keep my balance while Molly laughed at me, it occurred to me: “How did Mr. Bragg know we were in there?”
“Oh, this is where we always come?”
“This is where we always come? What . . . who is we?”
“Me and Mr. Bragg. Look!” She rooted through the sail bags until she found the right one. “See?”
“What? I don’t understand.”
“Here.” She pointed out what looked like a Rorschach test.
“It looks like a butter fly—or a flower.”
“It is a flower. A blood red cherry. I sat here just after he took me for the first time. Ha, ‘he took me.’ I don’t think so. I sat here just after I took him is more like it.”
“Molly, you said you were a virgin too.”
“Did I? I don’t think so.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“Well, sometimes I lie. Can you handle that?”
“Ah . . . ”
“Give it a rest, Fred. In fact, instead of worrying about it, help me get into my suit.”
“I’d rather watch.”
“Well, if you don’t want to help, maybe there will be a time when you want some help, like . . . well . . . you know what I mean.”
I sure did and I was quick to help her out. As we left the equipment room, Molly said, “Go see if they’ll let you change buses. Assuming you want to neck on the ride home.”
I’d just sat down in Molly’s bus when Father Anthony poked his head in the bus door. “Is Molly here?”
Oh oh, I thought. They’re on to us. But that wasn’t it. Molly came to the front of the bus. “Hi, Father. I think we’re all here.”
“You took roll call?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, be off.” And with that he exited the bus, the driver put it in gear and we pulled out.
When Molly came to the back of the bus, she whispered in my ear, “I think you’re going to come to love the beach club as much as I do.”
My lips were getting sore from kissing Mollie passionately in the back of the bus and we were almost home when I articulated something that had been bothering me. “How does the Priest know you so well? Why are you in charge of the bus? You’re just a freshman like the rest of us, aren’t you?”
“I told you I lie a lot, Fred.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know how to break this to you, Fred, but I’m a senior.”
“Oh my God.”
“Does that bother you, Fred?”
“But but but but . . . ”
“Am I too old for you?” she said as she ran her hand over my cock.
“Were you just playing with me, then? I thought I was falling in love.”
“There’s a difference between love and lust, Fred.”
“I know that. It’s just that. Shit, I can’t believe this. I must be like a little boy toy to you.”
“No, it’s not like that Fred. Really. I didn’t have any idea of messing with your mind, but when I saw your beautiful hard-on showing through your suit while you were on the practice board, I kind of fell for you, Fred. Really! I’ve got a thing for hard cocks.”
“The trouble with lying is that you never know when . . . when . . . ”
“Someone is crying wolf, Fred.”
“Well . . . yes, something like that.”
“If you don’t believe me, why not believe my pussy. Believe me, it doesn’t get wet for every guy who comes along.”
“Why me.”
“Come on Fred. Consider it an honor. They’re a lot of guys who’d give anything . . . Boy that sure sounds conceited, doesn’t it. Look, Fred. I’m sorry. I never thought you’d take it this way.”
“Ah heck. It’s I who should apologize. I’m acting like a self-indulgent . . .”
“No, don’t you go do that now, Fred. Look, let’s cool it for a while.”
I put my arm around her. “I’d rather not cool it down all at once. That could be unhealthy.” Later, after some smooching, with me trying to get a hand in her halter and Molly trying to keep what we were doing at least semi-private, I whispered, “Molly?”
“Hmm?”
“Are there any other surprises I should be getting ready for?”
“Just one, I think.”
“And?”
“Well, I’m the floor representative for 1st Newman.”
“Oh, man. If we keep seeing each other, everybody’s going to think your committing statutory rape.”
“Aren’t you 18, Fred?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t see the problem. But if it’s a problem for you, I’ll understand.”
It made me feel good that she sounded sad about that and I had a minute of panic thinking that I was about to talk myself out of the best source of pussy I ever imagined. No, I thought, not just pussy. She really was a wonderful girl. I’d just have to be careful she didn’t . . . what? Take advantage of me? Hardly. Actually, I desperately wanted her to take advantage of me hardly and make me soft again. Yes, I was hard again and so my dirty little boy’s mind was having to think on two planes again. 1) how to get serviced again before the evening was over, and 2) how to keep my head above water with this mysterious sea nymph. Meanwhile I was quick to communicate some body language to her so she wouldn’t think I thought she was a problem to me.