Growing Up 7

Ted was a nerd. He had always been a nerd. He was 5'10", 175 lbs, with longish dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He had a lanky build and really a handsome face, but he was so shy that those girls who saw through the nerdiness couldn't get his attention. He could have been a popular kid, except for his love of classical music and art, and a predisposition towards Dungeons & Dragons.

While the other guys were out on dates, Ted was sitting in a garage being a Dungeon Master, guiding his six friends through fantasy campaigns for marathon sessions lasting 24, 48 and a few times even 72 hours.

At 19, Ted was out of High School with a B average, and had begun going to community college and working graveyard at 7/11.

The group of gamers had shrunk to four, other than Ted. There was Max, also 19, who had helped found the group when both were 13. At 6'4" and 220 lbs, Max resembled a professional wrestler, but had the manner and heart of a poet.

Next was Jeff. Also a founding member, Jeff was 5'6", 275 lbs, and had the look of a happy old hobbit with a penchant for jelly donuts and Pepsi. Jeff was quiet and shy, a total Mama's boy, and in the opinion of the rest of the group, probably as queer as they come.

Then there was Ricky, who was 20. Ricky had joined them two years before, and though nobody could really stand him personally, he was a pretty good gamer. Ricky was 6'2", 200 lbs, and a gung-ho bodybuilder who planned to join the Marines but hadn't gotten around to it.

Last, there was Ron. Ron was the newest member, joining only a year before. Ron was 18, stood 6'3", weighed 235 lbs, and looked like an incredibly handsome actor playing Clark Kent. He was a devout Baptist, and didn't mind slipping in a little preaching to the conversation, but he was extremely intelligent and very friendly, and the group respected and admired him a great deal.

The four of them had gotten together and created an ad to attract new gamers to the group, since it was obvious that they had about exhausted every new idea they could come up with. The ads were placed in comic book and gaming stores four month before, but they hadn't gotten a single response until last Monday.

"Hello," Ted said when he answered the phone. He had just gotten home from work and was dog-tired. He craved sleep, but had two classes before he could rest.

"Hi," the female voice on the phone replied. "My name is Anne, and I'm calling about the gaming group I saw advertised at The Dungeon." Ted's heart skipped a beat, and he lost all thoughts of tiredness.

"Yeah, er," Ted began, searching for the right words that wouldn't scare her off. "We currently have four gamers, and we've been playing for about 6 years."

"I've been playing D&D for five years," Anne said. "I just moved here from Berkley, and I'd like to sit in on your next game and see what's going on."

Ted filled her in on the details of how to find Jeff's garage and told her the next meeting was the following Friday at six. He hung up the phone and stood shaking. It was the first girl he'd spoken to apart from work in over three months. He couldn't wait to see her and put a picture to that husky voice.

Wednesday night the group got together for a pizza to plan the new adventure, and Ted told them about Anne. He told them she had a really sexy voice, and he was sure she would be a real hottie. Ricky laughed and told the entire Pizza Hut that he was sure she was a total dog, and that she'd probably stink up the garage. Jeff just looked excited, and Max, as usual, kept quiet and mulled the matter over until the subject changed.

It was decided that they would begin a totally new adventure with new characters. Ted was appointed Game Master, since he had at least 20 different worlds created at any given time, and all of them would be exciting.

On Friday, they assembled at Jeff's garage and Ted began laying out the world so they could create their characters. Ricky decided to create a paladin; something he seemed to think was a novel idea, though nobody could remember his ever playing anything else. Ron chose a thief, Jeff his usual female elvish magic-user, and Max his normal ranger.

Ted smiled as he watched them rolling, carefully looking away when one of them quietly re-rolled a bad score. He looked up at a passing car and saw Anne walking up the driveway, slowly and uncomfortably.

Anne Henning was 18, 5'5" and 105 lbs. Her face was fresh and pretty. She had long brown hair and blue eyes, and had on glasses with thick black cats-eye frames. She wore blue jeans and a red "lumberjack" shirt, un-tucked and unbuttoned, with a white tank top underneath, and bright red sneakers. Though the numbers would have escaped their untrained eyes, her measurements were 34b-25-36.

Ted jumped up and jogged over to introduce himself and when she smiled his heart fluttered when he saw the way her eyes crinkled at the corners. He couldn't help but notice she wore no make-up, or that she didn't need any.

He brought her into the garage and introduced her to the guys. They fell all over themselves trying to be charming and witty, but Anne just smiled politely and repeated their names as she memorized them.

Seating her directly to his left, Ted walked her through creating her character, a female warrior. She took her rolls as they came, with no "fudging". All in all, her new character, Irina, was a pretty tough cookie.

Ted called the game together and began his narrative, introducing the characters to each other, and to his world. He swept them up in the complex social structure and the general political geography, the religious orders, and the current threats to the community. He swelled with pride that the guys kept their attention on him and seemed to be absorbing every detail, but he thrilled when he looked at Anne and saw her gently smiling at him, her soft, beautiful eyes never leaving his.

Ted introduced his adventure "hook" which the players familiar with his style immediately jumped on, and Anne followed their lead. They began their adventure and had two satisfactory battles before reaching the entrance to the dungeon they sought. Since it was almost eleven, Ted called the first break.

Max took food and drink orders from everybody then jumped in his car with Ricky at shotgun to go forage. Jeff tried to begin a charming and witty conversation with Anne, but only succeeded in making himself look like a complete and total horny nerd. Ron was polite to Anne, but cool in a strange way.

Ted got up and walked out to the alley and lit a cigarette. He stood next to a garbage dumpster and stared up at the stars.

"Got another one of those?" Anne said as she quietly walked up behind him.

Ted shook another from the pack and lit it for her. She took a long drag from it that glinted off the lenses of her glasses.

"Thanks."

"So, um, how do you like it here so far," Ted asked, clueless for anything substantial to say.

"It's pretty nice, I guess," she said, "but it's really kind of boring. I'm glad I found you guys because you run a really nice game. It makes me feel at home."

Ted beamed. "I'm glad you like it. I worked really hard on this one's politics, but only Max has a head for that stuff. Ricky's," – her nose wrinkled at the mention of his name – "a power-gamer, Jeff's a role-player, and Ron's a problem-solver." He paused a moment and continued, "I guess you could say that I-"

"You are a really cute and intelligent man who has like, totally no self-confidence – which is sad because if you did you'd be as charming and interesting as those NPCs you run."

"I-I, uh, thanks, really… I," Ted stammered, blushing furiously. Anne stepped in close to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"It's cold," she said as if to explain the closeness. Ted was thrilling to the experience, the warmth, the touch, it was all so over powering. He realized with horror that he was sporting a hard-on and could feel wetness on his thigh. Panicked, he tried to worm away.

"Listen Sport," Anne said without letting go, "If you're gonna push me away and run just because you've got wood for me, we're never going to get anywhere." Then she turned her face up and kissed him.

Ted felt electricity shoot through his body, as her warm, soft lips pressed against his. He couldn't believe he could feel how soft they were! She parted her lips slightly, and he did the same, eager to continue the sensation, and another wave rolled through him as he felt her soft, cool tongue touch his lips and run between them. He touched his tongue to hers and tightened his arms around her, letting the cigarette fall to the ground.

They heard Jeff call out from the garage, and she stopped kissing him and stepped back a little. She took his hand in hers (it seemed so small and fragile in his) and walked back to the garage, letting his hand go as they stepped inside.

Ted sat in his chair, his mind reeling from everything that had happened just seconds before, and tried to focus on his game. Anne just sat in her chair and stretched, which Ted noticed angrily that Jeff was watching intently.

The guys returned with the food and drinks and everyone settled down for the next chapter. They played on until about four, when Ron started getting cranky, and went over to the couch to grab a nap. Jeff made a show of offering a spare bed in his room to anyone who wanted it, then turned red when Ricky accepted. Max just sat staring at Ted and Anne, then said he was going to grab a nap in his car, and to wake him when they were ready to continue.

Anne stood and stretched again, then walked over to stand next to Ted's chair. He looked up into her eyes and smiled. He had never seen anyone so beautiful in his entire life. Not real, not in magazines, and not even on the internet. Anne pulled him around, making him turn his chair a bit, and got down on her knees in front of him. She reached up into his lap and with one finger, unsnapped his jeans.

Ted, silent so he didn't wake Ron, tried to wave her off, but she just stared up into his eyes and slowly unzipped his pants. He glanced down to see his underwear, his cock straining to be released from beneath them, and the multiple spots of wetness that shamed him. But Anne quietly slid the material down, and jumped a little when Ted's cock jumped straight up to attention. She ran her finger up the left side slowly, caressing each ridge and valley, over and through the thick pre-cum that slicked the tip, then down the right side just as slowly. A moan escaped Ted's lips, and he bit down to try to remain silent. Anne wrapped her tiny right hand around the base of his cock, then the left above it, and let her eyes go wide that there was still a good two inches showing above them.

Ted's hips began to jump, and he could feel his butt clenching and spasming uncontrollably. Everywhere she touched on his cock was like pleasant tingling through silk. He knew it sounded stupid, but that was the only way he could describe the feeling, even to himself. Anne sat up and leaned over his cock, and he let out a gasp as he felt her breath caressing the knob. Then he felt her tongue press against the underside of his cock, just below the knob, and her lips closed around the head. She began to slide down, taking more of him into her mouth, when Ted let out a shuddering gasp and felt the cum exploding from deep in his balls, rushing through his cock and erupting inside her mouth. Again and again the spasms wracked him, and gobs flew into her mouth. She sat back a little and looked up at him with a smile, and her eyes went wide as another load erupted from him. After waiting a few moments she pulled off of his cock and opened her mouth to say something, and still another white strand flew from his jumping, purple staff. It flew up and decorated her chin, cheek, and one side of her glasses.

Stifling a laugh, Anne licked the cum from his cock and belly, then pulled up her shirt tail and wiped her face and then cleaned her glasses. His cock now going soft, Ted yanked up his underwear and closed his pants.

Anne stood and took Ted by the hand. She led him into the house and down the hall to the bathroom. When the door was shut, she began to talk to him in a whisper.

"Ted, I'm a virgin. I've never seen a real dick before, and I was sure it would be pretty ugly, but I love your dick. I think it's wicked. I hope you liked what I did, and I hope I did it right. Was I okay?" Ted took her in his arms and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting the traces of his own cum that remained there.

"Oh, Anne, you were fantastic! I promise I'll last longer next time, but oh man, you were absolutely amazing!" They kissed again, and for a long time. Ted let his hands wander over her clothes, feeling the soft, warm body underneath.

Anne stepped back and shrugged the shirt from her shoulders, took it off and let it fall to the floor. She was looking into his eyes, trying to gauge his reactions to her, and she was trembling. Crossing her arms, she took the hem of her tank top and pulled it up and off, letting it drop next to the shirt on the floor. She wore a plain white bra, and Ted stared fascinated at the lumps created by her hard nipples. Her skin was pale, and he let his eyes travel over her skin, her flat belly, the subtle ridges and valleys created by her ribs.

She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then slowly brought her arms around to cover her breasts as she dropped her bra onto her tank. Reaching out, Ted took her hands and brought them to her sides, exposing the soft curves of her breasts, the pink, nickel-sized nipples tipped by swollen, hard nubs. He leaned his head down and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently on it. Anne brought her hands up and held his head, running her fingers through his hair. He ran his hands up her sides slowly, feeling her ribs, then breasts. He held them in his hands gently, weighing them, caressing them. He left her nipple and kissed her mouth, surprised by the passion with which she returned it. Her hands still in his hair, they kissed as he fondled her breasts.

She took her hands from his hair as they kissed and unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and slid them down to her hips. He couldn't fight the curiosity and stepped back to watch. She slid her jeans down past her hips, and they fell to her ankles, exposing her white cotton bikini panties. He could see the curve of her pussy through them, and he noticed for the first time a musky smell that was sweet and arousing.

Ted dropped to his knees and untied her sneakers, then helped her take them off. He pulled away the jeans as she stepped out of them, then without even thinking about it, pulled the little ankle socks off too. He started to look up at her face, but found himself staring at the softly curved mound of her pussy. Without asking, or even thinking to ask, he took the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs and to the floor.

He stared at the tuft of brown curls, slicked in some spots by a creamy liquid. It occurred to him that she must have had a bikini wax to have such a small patch of hair. He explored the slit of her pussy with his eyes, and watched as the slit opened and exposed tender wet, pink flesh.

Ted leaned forward and kissed her pussy, sucking softly on the soft flesh, and Anne grabbed his head firm and held it there. He let his tongue slip into the crease and lick at the pink while he ran his hands up the back of her thighs and squeezed her firm round ass.

As he licked, he hit a nub and Anne moaned loudly before clamping her mouth shut. Realizing he had discovered the fabled "clit", he began to run his tongue over it again and again, at first softly, then harder. He winced as her grip tightened, pulling his hair, and began to alternate between twirling his tongue over her clit and running it down lower, lapping against her. His tongue found at the lowest point he could reach, a spot where it was wetter, and the wetness tasted heavenly. He wanted more, but just couldn't reach.

He stood, put his hands on her hips, and lifted her up, turning and setting her down on the edge of the counter. He then dropped to his knees again and began exploring her pussy again, this time letting his fingers spread her pussy open so he could see. He saw the entrance to her, and buried his face there so he could put his tongue as far into her as possible. Anne leaned back against the cold mirror and spread her legs wide.

As he licked and touched, Ted noticed her hips were starting to jump, just like his had. He imagined he was pleasing her just as much as she had him, and that felt really good.

"Stop, please," Anne whispered, and she leaned forward. "I feel like I'm on fire and if you keep doing that I don't know what will happen!" Ted stood and they kissed. They ran their hands over each other, and Anne pulled Ted's shirt up and off. She kissed his chest, his shoulders, and reached down and opened his pants. He quickly pushed his jeans and underwear down, freeing his cock, now just as hard as it had been before. Without a thought, he leaned his hips forward and pulled hers closer, putting the tip against her entrance.

"Be gentle, please," Anne moaned softly, and she leaned back against the mirror again. Ted began to press his cock into her, and his head swam with pleasure as it was squeezed by her, by the tightness of her virgin pussy. He pressed in again, and ran into something. Something that apparently hurt Anne. She let out a gasp, placed her hands on his shoulders, and hissed at him, "Don't stop!"

He pressed harder, and there was a "pop". Anne squeaked and bit her lip, a tear rolled down her cheek. He slid more of his cock into her then, until he was almost completely inside her. He could feel the muscles inside her grasping and massaging his cock, and the feelings became more and more intense. His butt began to spasm again, jumping his hips, and he finally gave up resisting and began to run his cock in and out of her. Each thrust felt better, and her pussy seemed to be relaxing a bit - it was getting easier to pump.

Ted grabbed her tits and squeezed them, ran his fingers over her hard nipples, now standing out like cones. He hardly noticed he had gone from pumping in and out of her to slamming into her as hard as he could.

Anne's eyes and mouth opened wide and she pulled herself up against his chest. She pressed her face into his shoulder, and bit him. The world spun around them and the cum began to shoot deep into her. Ted knew he couldn't stop slamming, but it felt like every movement made his sensitive cock feel like it was going to explode, killing him. The cum jolted from within him, and splashed within her. Ted knew she was biting his collar bone and it hurt, but it was probably the only thing that was keeping him from passing out.

He continued to pump, but more slowly, then less deeply, until his soft cock fell from her, and their cum spilled out onto the counter and ran down the cabinet to the floor. They were shivering, but held each other tightly, Anne's mouth still pressed to his shoulder, but not biting him anymore.

He nudged her head with his nose and bent to kiss her. He tasted blood and guessed she had bitten her lip. But then he noticed that she wasn't just shivering, she was crying. He held her close, their hot, sweaty skin sticking to each other. He held her until the sobs stopped and the crying began to soften.

An awareness of pain jolted him, and he glanced at his collarbone expecting to see deep tooth impressions but instead seeing deep cuts and streaked blood. He became angry and stepped back, and Anne let her head fall into her hands, her elbows on her knees.

"You hurt me!" he whispered.

She looked up at him with anger flashing behind her tears. "You hurt me first! You hurt me first, and you hurt me a lot. You hurt me on purpose, and I hurt you on accident!"