This story is based upon a high school fantasy of mine. Both of the characters are over the age of 18. Their names are pure fiction.
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CHAPTER ONE - AN UNEXPECTED GUEST
On an early May afternoon I was at home, trying to do my homework. I was in my last year of high school, and I was dreaming of the fall when I would attend State University, located some 200 miles east of the city where I lived.
I was also trying to figure out what to make for dinner. My widowed mother worked as a clerk in the store down the street. She was on the night shift and would be home around 5:00 p.m. for her meal break. She depended upon me to prepare her meal so she could eat and return to work until 10 p.m. when the store closed.
Therefore I was not expecting the knock on the door that came about 4:30 that afternoon. It was a fellow senior from Boulevard High School who also lived in our apartment building. We lived on the second floor; she lived on the third floor. Our apartment door was on the left side of the hall; hers was on the right side as you came up the front stairs. She lived in the rear of the building; we lived in the front.
Kylene Darby stood about 5'7" tall, had curly, sandy brown hair, and a figure that I would drool over later when I became familiar with it. "Gary," she said to me, "I've locked myself out of our apartment. Could I wait here, in your apartment, until my mother comes home from work?"
Admittedly, her smile as she looked up at me (I was 5'10" tall) was totally charming and I invited her in. I left the door open so that she could see her mother coming up the stairs from the front door of the building. Kylene sat on our phone bench at the back wall of our living room, across from the door on her left. On her right was the entrance to our kitchen. The bench faced the front window of our apartment, which looked out on Busy Creek Road.
After Kylene sat on the bench I walked toward the front window to see if I could see her mother coming. As I turned around Kylene smiled at me. It was then that I noticed that the front of her skirt was pulled up and that she was not wearing any sort of undergarment to cover the junction of her legs and her torso. Her pubic hair was as curly as the hair on her head, and of the same sandy brown color.
I did not know how to react except to turn away to hide my embarrassment. When I turned back to face her, her skirt once again covered her properly. Neither of us said anything. Two minutes later her mother came by, saw Kylene in our apartment, and said: "Locked yourself out, have you? Well, come on, let's leave Gary to do what he has to."
With that, Kylene arose, thanked me, and followed her mother upstairs to their apartment. My mother came home for dinner and did not notice my agitated state. That night I got very little sleep, because I kept visualizing Kylene's nakedness in my mind.
CHAPTER TWO - WE BEGIN
The next afternoon, I went to her apartment and knocked on her door. When she opened the door and saw me standing there she jumped into my arms, kissed me, and pulled me into her place, closing the door so that no one could see us. "What took you so long?" she asked me. "I expected you to come and check on me last night. Well, you're here now, so let's talk."
"Okay," I replied, taking a seat next to her on her sofa. "Tell me what yesterday was all about," I implored her as I wrapped my arms around her and shared short, sweet kisses with her.
"It's very simple, really," Kylene replied. "We are just a few weeks from graduating, and I am still a virgin, but I don't want to be one when I get to college in the fall. I was hoping that you could be enticed into helping me out. That's why I flashed you, Gary."
"Well," I admitted, "I have no more experience than having kissed a girl; correction, a young woman before. Wouldn't that be like the blind leading the blind?" I smiled at her and kissed her for even longer than at her door. Kylene did not stop me, so I put my right hand on her left breast and squeezed it. This was more instinctual than deliberate, but she did not mind.
"Gary, just like your hand found my breast, I am certain we can figure a lot of this out together. And I want to do this. And what we don't know we can ask our friends about," she declared. "Surely," she continued, "we can find someone who can tell us things. Or we might even find some things out at the library. The only part that concerns me is when, where, and how to actually fuck each other for the first time."
"For me, Kylene," I answered, "it means that I have to find out how to acquire rubbers so that I don't get you pregnant when we do fuck. But before we get to that step let's figure something out. For instance, if we meet each day after school we could have as little as one hour to as much as two hours to do stuff, depending upon my mother's work schedule. And we could only count on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays."
"Why is that?" she asked.
"My mother's days off are Sunday and Monday," I explained. "And the Jewish Sabbath begins at sundown on Friday and lasts until sundown on Saturday. But regardless of that, I go to services that begin at 8:00 p.m. on Friday. And I have to take a bus to get there and back. That means that I don't have a lot of time on Friday to get ready.
"When my mom is on the late shift on Saturday, we might be able to do something together for about three hours, which we could pass off as a date. But again, there would be issues of timing and transportation. And what about your mother's schedule?" As unused to talking to a female as I was, this was quite verbose for me.
"Well, let's just play it by ear. You knocked on my door, and the next time I'll knock on yours. We'll just take advantage of whatever time we can," Kylene said. And we spent the rest of our time that day holding, touching and kissing. When she noticed my aroused cock tenting my trousers, she stroked it briefly. Her touch was so erotic that I later took to padding my underwear with paper towels to prevent stains if she made me come in my underwear.
CHAPTER THREE - WE START TO LEARN
The next time we got together, when Kylene knocked on my door, I pulled her in quickly and kissed her face and her neck, and blew into her ears as I sucked her earlobes. Whatever I did to her, she delighted in doing to me as well. And it did not take us long to figure out about swapping tongues as we kissed.
After about a half of an hour devoted to this Kylene pulled back and allowed us both to catch our breath. Then she asked, "Gary, can I see your naked body? I have no problem with showing you mine, but I want to look, touch and taste your body first."