DISCLAIMERS:
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
I do not practice nor do I condone any of the sexual acts about which I write, other than straight, heterosexual relationships. Beside the fact that most other forms of sexual behavior are illegal, I still don't judge consenting adults for their sexual preferences except where such behavior is hurtful/harmful to others, such as pedophilia.
None-the-less, many people have FANTASIES of such taboo laden behavior to achieve sexual gratification or whatever, but have no intentions whatsoever of carrying out such behavior in actual practice. That said, if I have struck a particular fantasy of yours, read and enjoy.
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CHARACTERS
Roxie Creegan......................19--Girl next door, bosom buddy of H.R.
Herman R. Saxon..................18--Next door neighbor and bosom buddy of Roxie
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I remember that spring fifteen years ago like it was yesterday. Spring came early that year. Warm, short sleeve weather came in mid-March and never really left. My eighteenth birthday occurred back on February fifteenth, I was in the last half of my senior year at Cherry High School, I would be leadoff batter for the baseball team for the second year in a row, and I was the high school yearbook photographer.
Girls liked me well enough but I dated infrequently since my sophomore year. I didn't have a really significant other, at least not in a romantic sense. There was a girl, but I thought of her more as a boy. She was also eighteen and a senior at Cherry High School.
Roxie was a tomboy. She lived in a house across our driveway and hers or about thirty feet. We grew up together since before the first grade. She was a year older than I, but in the same grade with me due to her late in the year birthday. None-the-less, she always willingly followed my lead.
Neither of us had any siblings. Roxie liked all boy things and activities and got sorely vexed at anyone who hinted that she might be a girl. We were inseparable from preschool all the way through the end of our sophomore year in high school. That was possible because she was a really late bloomer.
The dear girl didn't develop all the female attributes that normally begin at puberty until our junior year. Oh, she got her first period about the usual time, but that was about all, puberty just seemed to come to a standstill for her. I know because there wasn't anything we couldn't discuss and sex was one of our frequent topics. She was very happy with her slow development and our relationship.
Not only could we discuss sex or anything else, but we were free and open with our bodies. We'd go skinny dipping together with no false modesty or feelings of shame about our bodies. We explored each other's bodies frankly but were never intimate. Roxie was just my best buddy. With any other girl, my hormones would have been out of control. But that wasn't the case with Roxie and I never new why.
All that would change starting about July or August before and through all our junior year when she suddenly, to my thinking anyway, became a woman--a very gorgeous and extremely sexy woman at that. She acquired a hefty rack, the hourglass figure, the tight bubble butt--all of it.Seemingly overnight, or almost, she transformed and we drifted apart, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Roxie was all wrapped up in her new role and I, Herman R. Saxon, better known to my friends as H.R., well I sorta faded into the background. The male of the species suddenly flocked to her like bees to honey and she had more guys trying to date her than she could keep track of. Once she started dating, she was well and truly hooked.
I was just too shy to press my case for her in the face of all that competition. Besides, I didn't think she'd think much of me anymore with her new social standing. All I could do was despair and admire her from afar. What had happened to my Roxie? What had happened to US?
As I said in the beginning, it was spring, mid April to be exact, and senior prom was just three weeks away. Back at the time of our junior prom, Roxie and I had already drifted apart. She went with someone else and I went stag. I had a miserable time and went home well before the dance ended. No after prom for me.
For my senior prom, I was determined to have a date--even if it had to be only a platonic, one of a kind type of date. Only in my wildest fantasies did I ever think I'd get to take Roxie. It just wasn't going to happen.
I ran into Roxie, literally, at the end of that school day. She had turned from her locker and stepped in front of me and--BAM, I plowed into her before either of us knew what happened,. She banged back into her locker pretty hard, spilling books all around her.
"Oh God, Roxie, I'm sorry. I didn't meant to, ah I didn't see...'
In a sort of daze, she said, "Oh, H.R., where have you been?"
I dropped to my knees to pick up her spilled books. She dropped beside me to help.
"H.R., I just suddenly remembered that I haven't seen much of you for a while."
"Yeah, Roxie, for over a year."
"OH GOD, H.R. It's not been that long--has it?"
I didn't reply to that.
"Can I come over to your house, now? I want to talk to you."
"I've got baseball practice right now, Roxie."
"Oh. Well, can I come over after supper?"
"It's Friday night, Roxie, don't you have a date?"
"Yes, I do, but I'll break it. I want to see you."
"Ok, come about seven. My folks will be going on their Friday night 'date.' I'll tell them you're coming over. Since they know you, they'll be fine with it."
"Great.! See you at seven, H.R."
I went on to baseball practice. I was so damned flustered, I couldn't do anything right throughout the whole time. Coach yelled at me every time I flubbed up after the first two times.
"Jesus Christ, Saxon, can't you do anything right today?"
"Guess not, coach," I'd mumble under my breath in reply.
Practice seemed interminably long. I was about done in when coach finally told us to hit the showers. I couldn't get outta there fast enough. Practice had run from four thirty to almost six. I was in for a late supper, if any. Hopefully, Mom left something for me. That wouldn't give me much time before Roxie came.
In fact, I was eating heated leftovers when Roxie arrived. My folks had left thirty minutes before that. I almost choked on a mouthful as she came in through the back door and into the kitchen--her usual route of long standing as it was mine when I used to go over to her place.
Roxie was drop dead gorgeous in her halter top, shorts, and sandals sans socks. Her brilliant red hair hung over her shoulders and looked on fire in the sunlight streaming through the window. Her emerald green eyes were ablaze and alert. Her tits and the cleavage she exposed were just unbelievable. Her long legs were tanned and supple. She glowed with health.
"Something go down the wrong hatch, H.R.?"
I took a big gulp of milk as answer to her question and sighed in relief.
"Take a chair, Rox, I'll be finished in a minute. Got to keep up my strength.
"H.R., it suddenly occurred to me today there at my locker that I've been sadly neglecting you. I've not been terribly happy this last few months and now I realize why. I've just missed you something terrible. It's just taken me too long to realize that."
"Missed me? How could you? You've had all those guys sniffing around you all year, giving you all the attention you could handle."
"Yes, but not the kind of attention we gave each other. All they ever wanted was to get into my pants."
"Did they? Oops, that's none of my business. That just came out. Sorry."
"Funny, but I think it is your business, H.R. To answer your question, NO, none of them ever got into my pants. A few came close in some heavy petting, but that was all. I-I'm still a vir-uh, a virgin."
As I said before, we could always talk to each other about anything, even it seemed, after the space of a year not seeing each other.
"How 'bout you, H.R.?"
"Me? Yeah, I'm still a virgin as well."
