"Bobby, there's a phone call for you!" his mother called, waking him up the next morning. He sat up and stretched, trying to force the lethargy of sleep out of his mind.
"I'm up, I'll get it, Mom," he called. He got out of bed, stumbled out to the hallway, and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he mumbled.
"Bobby?" The sound of Paula's voice chased away what little sleepiness remained in the young man's mind. "Did I wake you up?"
"Ah, yeah," he replied. "But that's OK, I need to get up anyhow."
"Can...can you come over?" she asked.
"Sure, ah, I just, you know, got up. I...I have to get dressed and all," he stammered. Paula's invitation made him wonder if he were dreaming. Hadn't she told him her folks didn't want her hanging around with boys?
"That's OK," she said. "I'll be waiting."
"Who was that on the phone?" Bobby's mother asked when he came down for breakfast.
"Paula," Bobby replied. "She wants me to come over."
"Isn't she that girl you used to have a crush on?" his mother asked. "I thought she was in college."
"Jeez, Mom, she's only a year older than I am," Bobby said. "It isn't like she's an old lady or something." "If Mom thinks my seeing Paula is a problem, she'd have a shit fit if she knew about all the other women in my life, wouldn't she?" he mused.
He ate breakfast, then got in the jeep and headed for Paula's. He was still wondering how she managed to convince her folks to let him come over. When he arrived at Paula's house, he parked the jeep in the driveway, then he walked up the sidewalk to the big house and pushed the doorbell.
Paula met him at the door wearing an oversized T-shirt, a pale purple color with white dots. Her lovely tan legs showed under it. "Hi," she said blushing a little.
"Hi," Bobby said.
"Come in," Paula told him.
She stepped back and Bobby walked into an ornate living room.
Paula closed the door and followed him. "My folks are away for the weekend," she said. "The minute they left, I thought about asking you over." She sat down on the sofa, tucking her legs under her.
Bobby joined her on the sofa. "I was wondering," he said. "I mean, you did say your folks were real strict about you dating and all..."
Paula slid closer to him, close enough so he could feel her warmth. "I really like being with you..." she said.
"I like being with you, too," Bobby replied.
"We can be together all weekend..." Paula said, her voice husky. "If you...if you want..."
Bobby looked into her lovely blue eyes. "I...I do," he stammered.
Paula's hands touched his face lightly, and her face started moving slowly toward his. After what seemed like an eternity, their lips touched and thrills shot through him. All the passionate kisses he'd shared over the summer paled in comparison to the kisses he shared with Paula!
The kiss continued for a wonderfully long time. Then her lips left his and she gazed deeply into his eyes. "Wow!" she whispered, her breathing ragged, "Nobody kisses the way you do!"
Bobby reached for her. With a soft moan she came into his arms, settling on his lap, and their lips joined again. The second kiss caused more fire and joy than the first. When it ended, Paula snuggled against him, her slim arms around his neck, her soft hair tickling his face.
As Bobby held her, he realized he liked being with her more than any of the other women he was seeing.
"You...you make me feel so strange...so wonderful..." she said softly.
His hand slid over her curved back, feeling the warmth and softness of her. She continued pressing against him. Her breasts prodded his chest. Powerful sensations began growing in the teenager, sensations he knew he wouldn't be able to control, and didn't want to.
"You make me feel wonderful, too," Bobby replied. "I like being with you more than just about anything."
Paula leaned back and gazed into his eyes. "But...I mean...I'm older..."
Bobby silenced her with another kiss. His hand sought, found, and cupped a small, firm breast, his fingers strumming the nipple through the soft material of her nightshirt.
Paula groaned softly and shuddered. Her tongue slid between his lips, into his mouth where his met it. Lightning bolts of ecstasy arced through him.
He shifted position so she was lying in his lap, their lips still joined. His hand slid, and under the nightshirt, onto her bare skin.