How Friday got a reputation
"Oh, my fucking God!" Sissy McDowell gasped as she reached into my boxer shorts. "That's all you?"
I pulled my face back from her neck and straightened up. "Yes. What's the matter?" I responded defensively, certainly unsure of myself and her reaction now that I had my hand on first base.
"You're fucking huge!" She exclaimed with a sense of wonder in her voice as her fingers grasp my hard boner. "No way I'm putting that thing inside me!" Then she pulled her hand out of my shorts.
"Come on, baby! You know you want it!" I whined as my fingers worked their way under her bra and captured a nipple.
"Hum!" She moaned briefly then forcefully said, "No! No fucking way!" She violently shook her head and backed away from me just enough that my hand came out of her bra. "You're too big for me! What size is that thing, anyway?"
"See for yourself!" I said more than a bit disappointed.
She twisted around on the old car's bench seat, put both hands on the lump in my tuxedo pants and began tracing the hard lump that was my cock. It was longer than her hand and half of her upper arm combined and nearly as big around as a coke can. "I can't believe it. You have been hiding that monster from us all the way through school? Holy crap!"
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That was the beginning of a totally new phase of my life. That night was Prom Night, May 2, 2018, and Sissy McDowell had been my date for the night. We had been classmates and friends since sometime before the Third Grade and I had thought she was a rather short, petite and well-developed girl who always showed her modest, God-fearing personality. I had asked her to our graduation prom thinking she would be a fun date and that maybe I would get lucky in the sex department based solely on the recommendation of one of our mutual friends.
I had borrowed my grandfather's classic 1956 Ford in anticipation of making all the other guys in my class jealous. I did not bother telling them of its lousy gas mileage and most of them were jealous but, of course, there were a few who wanted to show-off and had the money to rent a classy Limo and driver. We had fun dancing, getting pictures taken and talking, all typical high school prom stuff. Then it was time to go to the traditional "all-nighter" post-prom party. And, except for the episode just given above, it was a fun night.
Both Sissy and had been sharing birthdays for a lot of years. We were both born in February, only two days apart, and, in accordance with state law, were over eighteen and could now buy booze legally. We soon found out that was one of the reasons Chuck Gallagher invited us to party with his jock friends and their dates at his family lake house. All he told me was that only classmates who were eighteen were invited, that we could go swimming in the lake and that we would have to bring our own booze. That is where things started getting weird.
Lean and lanky and weighting only about one hundred fifty pounds, I have never considered myself a high school jock. I did try out and made the school's track team as a long-distance runner, but Track and Field events were all I did. Sure, I got a letter sweater as my trophy, but it meant about as much as my participation in the school's Speech and Debate Team or the Chess club. Long story made short, I did not really stand out in our school's crowd like the footballers and basketballers did. I did not date anyone from our school before that night either. Sissy was the first classmate I had every dated and I thought she would be the last one, too! My sights were set on an aeronautical engineering degree or astrophysics, I had not quite decided which yet. I had already been admitted into an engineering school in a neighboring state, so I did not want to get emotionally tied to someone local and I thought of Sissy as a friend, not a girlfriend.
What inexperienced me did not consider was that women talk to each other almost as much as they talk about each other. After we got to Chuck's lake house, I do not think it took more than ten minutes before my up-until-then secret trouser snake was a topic of whispered gossip between the girls in attendance. I don't know how many people were there already but there were at least twenty guys and girls hanging around in the yard and on the old railed porch. Sissy disappeared into one of the bedrooms to change out of her prom dress and into a bathing suit with two of the other girls following her in there.
Meanwhile, I had also brought a change of clothes and was doing the same in another room. When I emerged in my board swimming trucks and favorite Hawaiian shift I went out to the car to put my rented tux, dress shoes, etc., there. We had stopped at an all-night liquor store where Sissy and I started making out in the parking lot and, after she had pulled away from me, we in the store and got a pony keg to take to the lake. Of course, we both got carded but we got the beer, cups and ice along with a lecture about not drinking and driving. Now, it was time to pull all of that stuff out of the trunk and carry it to the house.
Chuck came out to give me a hand getting the keg in a big plastic tub and icing it down. Then quietly asked me, "What about you and Sissy?"
"What do you mean?"
"What did you say to Sissy? She's in there telling some kind of weird story about you having a pet snake or something? You into snakes?"
"Ugh, no! I don't have any snake. I don't like snakes!" I mumbled. I was a bit confused as to what he was referring to at first but it didn't take me long to understand.
"So, what took you guys so long getting here with the beer?"
"I had a little car trouble over by the Crossroads Store. You know how these old cars can be." I lied. He nodded his head and let the topic drop as he hoisted the pony keg onto a table sitting on the wrap-around porch to the old house.
About then, a very pretty blond came out of the house and over to us. She was wearing a modest pull-over knitted jersey and walking shorts with flipflops and looked real nice, wholesome even. "Jon, this is my girlfriend, Laura. She's a cheerleader over at Hickory High." Chuck said as he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his side. "Laura, this is Jon Friday. He and Sissy brought the beer."
"Oh!" Laura said as she extended her small hand. I shook it quickly. "Sissy was just telling everyone about you. Something about you having a snake or something."
Embarrassed, I shook my head no and mumbled, "She's exaggerating. I don't have a snake."
"Sissy doesn't exaggerate. I've known her for a long time. We're both Rainbow Girls." Laura said before turning to Chuck. "Babe, will you get me a beer?" She turned back to me with a piercing gleam in her eye. "Are you up to going swimming later."
"Sure!" I answered and reached for one of the Styrofoam cups we brought with the keg. "Why not, the night is warm!" Actually, the night was hot with the temperature around eighty, and I was looking forward to swimming at night. I love swimming. If my school had a swimming program I would have tried out for that team long ago.
