Denise Denise

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Again, I owe a special and sincere thanks to 'Sweet Thang' for her help on this story.

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Denise had been the prettiest girl in the senior class, maybe in the whole school. She had a great personality and was extremely popular. She had dated many boys, but had no steady boyfriend. Word had gotten around among the boys that she was frigid, it didn't matter to me. She was a goddess as far as I was concerned - perfect in every way.

I had been an extremely shy, average looking teenager, actually, at the time, I thought of myself as too skinny and ugly. I was in the top fifth of my class academically, and even though I had been active in athletics, I was never very popular with the girls. Actually, I really didn't know if any of them liked me or not, I hadn't had the nerve to ask any of them out. I merely admired them from afar. Especially Denise.

Denise and I were in the same math class. Math had always been my best subject, but I enjoyed that particular class mainly because Denise was there every day. She had been very friendly and always smiled and said hello to me. I would respond, but was always too tongue-tied to further the conversation. She made very good grades in most subjects, but was having trouble with math.

Denise caught up with me one day after class and said, "Rich, I wonder if I might impose on you and ask if you would be willing to find some time and help me with this math? You're probably very busy, but I'm really having a rough time understanding it and I know that you're one of the top students in the class."

My heart pounded, and felt like it had become lodged in my throat. I began to tremble with nervous excitement over the fact that she, the goddess, had actually asked me for help. I finally stammered out that I would be glad to help her.

She smiled, "Could you come over later this afternoon?"

I managed to stutter out a positive response. She had to have noticed my nervousness and discomfort, but she said nothing, she just smiled, thanked me and said that she'd see me later.

I was soooo excited! I couldn't believe my good fortune. The object of my fantasies had actually asked me to tutor her. WOW! I was in seventh heaven, as my heart raced with excitement and anticipation.

I made my first visit to her house later that afternoon. Needless to say, I was extremely nervous. I'm sure my nervousness showed as she introduced me to her parents and younger brother. I managed to get through the introductions, somehow, and we got on with the math tutoring. Denise was very receptive and willing to learn. I couldn't understand why she had been having any difficulty with math; it must have been a right brain thing, or something.

I continued tutoring Denise three times a week. During my first several visits, I spent most of the time looking anywhere but into her eyes. She has beautiful blue eyes, but I was much too bashful to look directly at her. I would try to catch glimpses of her when I knew she wasn't looking at me. As I became more comfortable with the situation, and especially with Denise. I found that I was even able to look directly into her eyes on occasion. We soon began talking about other things and I found her to be a very interesting person. She was always very pleasant and seemingly interested in what I had to say. I was not only madly in love with her face and body, I liked her as a very interesting, warm, caring person.

I was finally able to convince myself that she seemed to like me, as a friend. That was a difficult thing for a shy, bashful teenager like me to do. My lack of self-confidence hadn't allowed me to think of myself as attractive, even as a friend, to a beautiful girl like Denise. Even though my thinking was changing, there was never any realistic hope of she and I becoming anything more than friends.

I spent most of my waking hours daydreaming about she and I. I fantasized about what it would be like to hold her, to kiss her. I was totally and completely hooked on that lovely creature.

As what seemed like a side issue, Denise had also begun to understand the math a little better. Things were progressing very well from both our standpoints.

Before our tutoring began, Denise had gotten a 'D' on her first math test. Once we started, her test scores improved to a 'C', and then a 'B'. She was so excited when she got the 'B' that she hugged me and said "Thank you! Thank you so much. I owe it all to you." Her parents were also impressed, and they even offered to pay me for the tutoring. I politely refused their offer and told them that I was glad to be of help, and Denise's improvement was my compensation.

One of my friends approached me one day at school and asked me if it was true that Denise was frigid. He, and many others, had been under the impression that Denise and I had been dating. That surprised me and pleased me at the same time. I told him that I was merely tutoring her in math, I wasn't dating her. He told me that she had turned several of the guys down for dates recently, and everyone assumed that she and I were dating, maybe even going steady. I was excited by that news. It certainly couldn't have hurt my reputation any, if others thought that Denise and I had been dating. I was even more excited over the news that she had turned several other guys down. Was there hope for me?

While Denise and I were becoming closer friends and we talked about a myriad of subjects, we didn't talk about our respective relationships with the opposite sex. I didn't bring the subject up, mainly because if I had found out that she liked some other guy, I would've become extremely jealous. After all, I was madly in love with her. For whatever reason, she chose not to broach the subject either.

The day she received her second 'B' test grade, and I got my second hug, she asked me, "I'm so happy and excited with my improvement and since you're the one responsible, I was wondering if you'd like to help me celebrate. You know, like maybe a movie and something to eat afterward?"

My heart skipped a few beats, and I told her "I'd love to, if you're sure you want me to?"

"Yes, I'm sure. How about Saturday, say 7:00?" She made sure to let me know that it was her treat. Actually, she informed me that it was her parents treat.

"Saturday's fine."

"Great! It's a date, then," she said with a warm, gentle smile on her face.

'A date with Denise! WOW! I must be dreaming this!' I thought to myself.

I was so excited that I had almost forgotten to ask my father for the car for Saturday night. When I finally did, he said that he would make sure that it would be available for my first date. I spent nearly the whole day Saturday washing, waxing, polishing and vacuuming the car. I wanted it to be perfect for my big date with Denise.

When I picked Denise up, she noticed the clean and shiny car. "You were busy this afternoon," she offered. "It looks great."

I thanked her for noticing. She was just so thoughtful and considerate; I knew why I loved her as a person as well as a very pretty girl.

As we walked from the parking lot into the theater, Denise reached over and took my hand. My heart skipped a few more beats as we strolled hand-in-hand into the theater. She seemed to be very happy to be there with me. Of course, I was on cloud nine.

We held hands during the movie, and I even got brave enough to put my arm around her shoulder. She looked me in the eye and smiled, leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. There went a few more skipped beats, 'How much more of this can I take?'

After the movie we went to the Burger Palace for our burgers and shakes. There were several classmates there, mostly friends of Denise's. She acknowledged them and was very polite, but didn't ignore me to talk to them. She let it be known, without saying anything directly, that she was with me and they could talk in school on Monday.

I was having the time of my young life, and Denise actually seemed to be enjoying her date with me. When we were sipping our shakes, our eyes made contact and sort of locked onto one another. If eyes could talk, I know what mine were saying. Denise's beautiful blue eyes seemed to be saying the same thing. 'This can't really be happening,' I thought to myself. I knew that she appreciated the help that I had given her with her math, but she seemed to be conveying much more than appreciation with those beautiful eyes. She was making me feel like I had never felt before. I began to feel more confident, self-assured.

We eventually snapped out of it and I drove her home. When I pulled into her driveway and turned the ignition off, I looked over into those beautiful eyes again, this time, with my new-found confidence, I took the initiative. I reached out and took hold of her hand. "Denise, I really enjoyed myself this evening. I wonder, would you like to do it again sometime?"

She leaned over toward me and kissed me softly on the lips. She pulled back a bit, smiled and said, "Yes, I would. I had a good time tonight too." I knew for sure that I had been dreaming. She actually accepted my invitation for a real date, not merely a test score celebration.

I hopped out of the car, ran to the passenger side, opened the door for her, held out my hand and we walked hand-in-hand to the front door. She turned and looked me in the eye again. She sort of puckered up and closed her eyes, and I leaned over and kissed her. Our lips remained together as I put my arms around her and held her close. I placed more pressure on her lips, and she responded by putting her arms around me and putting more pressure with her lips, but kept them together. It was a strong, affectionate kiss, but not a passionate one.

I didn't sleep at all that night. I couldn't get my mind off of Denise and the fact that she seemed to like me. I couldn't wait to see her again, to talk to her.

I called her early the next afternoon. We started making small talk, as teenagers will do, when she said, "You know, Rich, I have a confession to make." Now what, I thought. "I've known for some time that you liked me. You've had a difficult time hiding it. You were so cute, and so shy. I liked you too, and tried to send you some subtle hints, but you didn't pick up on them. When my mom asked my why we hadn't ever gone out, I told her that you were very shy. She's the one who suggested the test score celebration. If I had waited for you to ask me out, I may have wound up an old spinster!" We both laughed at the thought of poor old spinster Denise.

"I know it isn't *cool* for me to tell you this, but I want you to know how I feel. I've had crushes on other boys before, but I've never felt as deeply about any of them as I do you. I think it's because we became friends first. I've gotten to know you as a wonderful person, then as a boyfriend, yes, I said boyfriend. I know that we girls are supposed to wait for the boy to ask us to go steady, but I know how I feel about you and I'm pretty sure you feel the same way about me," she said and my heart raced.

"I'm crazy about you Denise," I replied.

"I'm so glad we got that out of the way. Now we can start having some serious discussions about how many children we're going to have, where we're going to live, etc.," she chuckled.

On our next date, we skipped the burger and shakes and drove out to a secluded spot to neck. We did just that, kissing passionately for hours. My hormones were raging, and so were hers.

Denise broke away for a brief moment and asked, "Are you a virgin?"

I thought about it for awhile, "No guy likes to admit it, but I am. Are you?"

"Yes, yes I am. I've been saving myself for the right guy, my future husband," she responded. "Don't get excited. I don't want to have sex now, but I do want to have it with you when the time is right. I want it to be something very special. Don't you?" She asked.

"Oh, yes." I grimaced. My hopes had risen to new heights, then dashed all in a matter of seconds. I smiled a little as I told her "I've never even necked with a girl before. How far have you gone with other boys?"

"Most of them tried to feel me up, you know, but I wouldn't let them. Some of them managed to grab one of my boobs, but I quickly pushed them away," she responded. "I know that I have the reputation of being frigid, but I don't care. I know that I'm not, and that I'll enjoy sex with the right guy, you, when the time is right. I dream about it all the time."

I absorbed all of what she had just said, paused, then asked, "Do you masturbate?"

She was taken a bit by surprise, but answered honestly. "Yes, sometimes. Do you?"

"All the time," I responded.

She giggled. "I guess I do it more often than I wanted to admit."

Just necking with Denise had gotten me aroused, but the talk about sex and masturbation was just too much. My hard-on was trying its damndest to push its way through my briefs and pants. She looked down at my bulge and asked, "Have you ever seen a girl naked?"

"Only in magazine pictures."

"I've never seen a guy's erection, either. I've seen my younger brother's penis when he was a lot younger, but it wasn't erect. I've seen bulges in boys pants, like yours right now, but never the real deal," she said and giggled. We then proceeded to neck some more.

Denise broke away again and said, "Can I see it now?"

When I recovered from my shock, I said, "Sure." I unzipped my pants, fumbled around and finally fished it out for her to see.

"Oooh," she moaned as her eyes focused on my boner. "It's even nicer than I had imagined." She stared at it for the longest time.

I didn't know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut while she enjoyed the sight of my hard cock. "I can't wait until you stick that thing in me. I know that it'll feel really good," she whispered.

"Would you like to touch it?" I asked brazenly.

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all. I'd like that a lot."

She slowly reached her hand over and touched it with her fingertips. I flinched and moaned just a bit. She smiled and put her hand completely around it, very gently. "It feels wonderful. It's just so, so hard, yet so soft and velvety." I noticed that she was breathing every bit as heavily as I was, she was really turned on.

"Would you like to stroke it?" I asked.

"Oh yes, if I may. But won't you shoot your, you know, stuff all over the place?"

"It wouldn't take too many strokes for me to do that," I told her. She started stroking anyway. It wasn't long before I began to stiffen up and told her that I was ready to cum.

"You can't mess up your father's caaa...ummmmmmm" I heard her say as she quickly moved her mouth over the head of my cock and increased the stroking. At that moment I exploded into her mouth, spurt after spurt. She kept her mouth right there, trying her best to catch it all. Some did leak out and began running down the shaft of my cock. She swallowed all that she had in her mouth and then licked off the rest.

She looked up at me, smiled and said, "Thanks for letting me do that. It was really good. Was it good for you?"

"Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable," I responded as I pulled her head up and kissed her passionately, getting a taste of my own cum in the process.

We continued our sexual experimentation, orally and digitally, over the next six or eight months, eventually reaching the point where we just couldn't hold off any longer. We were both fully committed to one another and ready to take our relationship to the next level. In preparation for the big event, I had purchased several books on sex technique, and had studied them thoroughly. I so wanted the first time to be pleasurable for Denise. I felt that my pleasure would come from pleasing her, I loved her that much.

The opportunity presented itself one Saturday evening when Denise's parents had gone out with friends, and her brother attended a sleep-over at a friend's house. We had her parent's house to ourselves for at least three hours. I arrived shortly after her parents had departed, packing a box of condoms. I wanted to be sure we had enough, pregnancy was out of the question.

Denise greeted me excitedly, and I could tell she was as nervous as I was. The time had come to perform the 'big dance,' and we were like two little kids, running loose in a candy store. We dispensed with the preliminaries and immediately dashed up to her bedroom. Upon reaching her bedroom, our mood changed dramatically, everything slowed down to a crawl. The excited giddiness disappeared, having been replaced by a calm seriousness - this was it!

We turned to face one another and looked lovingly into each other's eyes. I reached out, took hold of her and held her close, we hugged each other for several minutes. I lifted her chin up, looked lovingly into her eyes and gave her a gentle, sweet kiss. She responded, and the sweet, loving kiss evolved into a very passionate one. As the passion increased, I began to remove her blouse, bra, jeans and panties, in that order. I laid her back onto the bed and slowly removed my clothes. She smiled seductively and licked her chops when my hard-as-steel cock sprang out from my briefs.

I moved onto the bed and lay next to her. Our lips locked and our tongues danced once again. As we kissed passionately, I moved my right hand gently, very gently, in a circular motion around her right breast, slowly closing in on her nipple. She sighed as I neared her nipple, and let out an audible moan, even as our lips remained locked, as I gently touched it.

I broke the kiss and moved my mouth down to her breasts. I began licking, sucking and gently gumming her nipples, both left and right, trying not to play favorites. As I was feasting on her nipples, she was trying to reach my cock, but couldn't, because of our body positions

I shifted my body as I slowly licked my way down her abdomen. I reached and licked rings around her navel. In my new position, she was able to reach my cock and began to stroke it, I moaned as she did so. I shifted my body again to where we each had oral access to our respective sex organs. I began to lightly flick her slit with my tongue while she flicked the head of my cock with hers. We were both moaning audibly with increased arousal and pleasure. I found and flicked her clit as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, both of us moaning even more. I took her clit between my lips and began to suck on it as she took my cock deeper into her mouth and followed suit.

I could feel myself fast approaching the point of no return and I sensed that Denise was close, as well. We had been to that point before, and had brought each other to orgasm, but not on this occasion. I pulled my head away from her slit and my cock out of her mouth, as she moaned disappointedly.

I got up, reached over to the night stand for a condom and handed it to her. She fumbled a little, but finally managed to roll it onto my stiff cock. I spread her legs and positioned my cock at the entrance to her wet, sweet love tunnel. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit for several minutes, making sure I contacted her clit each time, she moaned even louder each time I touched her clit.

"I love you Denise, you're so beautiful, so sexy," I whispered to her in all sincerity.

"I love you too Rich."

"Are you ready?"

"Ohhh, yesssssss. GOD, am I so very ready!"

I gently pushed the head into her canal. It slid in easily as she was sopping wet and well lubricated. As gently as I could, I pushed into her until I felt some resistance. I had known that this was going to be pleasurable, but I had no idea that I would feel that exhilarating, my cock in a pussy, Denise's pussy, for the first time.