".... time to get up. Let's go Billy. Time for school." my mother's voice worked its way into my conscience. She was standing outside my closed, bedroom door, calling my brother. I was next, so I didn't move. I lay in bed trying to hold on to my fading dream, a half naked, buxom blond that felt so close as my hard, stiff cock throbbed pleasantly with a morning hardon. As the blonde faded back into the realms of dreams, my stiff cock felt less pleasant, discomfort overcoming pleasure as I needed to empty my bladder.
As the last dream images of the blonde faded and my mother's voice never called me, I realized, I didn't have to go to school! It was Monday morning and Billy had three days of school left, but I had just graduated on Friday. I was done with high school forever! I was an eighteen year old high school graduate, and a virgin! My joy at graduating diminished slightly with that second realization. The pressure of my bladder was telling me I had to get up. If I didn't do it quickly, Billy would be getting in the bathroom first and I would have to endure the discomfort longer.
Too late. As I started to throw back the covers, I heard Billy coming out of his room. Oh well. I snuggled deeper under the covers and contemplated my situation. On my seventeenth birthday I had told myself I would lose my virginity by the time I was eighteen. That didn't happen, my eighteenth birthday came and went in early spring. But at that time, I told myself I would fuck for the first time before I graduated. Wrong again. Now it was the start of summer and I promised myself I would find a "summer love" and make love for the first time before I left for college.
I didn't really believe that. It wasn't like I hadn't dated a few girls during high school. As I lay there, I slowly stroked my rigid cock, letting the pleasure overcome the discomfort of a full bladder and thought back to some of the more memorable dates I'd had. All the girls I dated during my senior year let me rub their tits, squeezing and caressing their nipples through their bras. Most of the time, the bras came off and I had spent a lot of time kissing, licking, and sucking the firm young tits and hard nipples. The girl I took to the prom even let me stroke her pussy though her dress as I sucked her nipples. Of course I couldn't think of any way to get my hand under her long dress to get a closer feel. I was way too shy to ask her to take her dress off, and too scared to try to do it myself. I didn't want her to get pissed and tell me to take her home, I was really enjoying what we were doing.
With anything mechanical, I was a whiz. I could just listen to a motor running or trying to start, and tell you what was wrong or misadjusted. When it came to girls, I was clueless. I didn't have any idea what they wanted or might be willing to try and was too shy and too scared to ask. I usually tried to take things a little farther when I was necking with a date, but would always stop the first time she pushed my hand away, too scared I might offend them. I figured that if I could talk them into going a little further, I might have gotten laid at some point, but I was just to shy and inept to try that. The first time they said no, I dropped the subject. I just couldn't overcome my shyness and talk about what I wanted, except with Cindy.
My relationship with Cindy was the opposite of what I had with other girls. With Cindy, I could talk about anything, I just couldn't bring myself to even try to kiss her. Cindy lived next door. Cindy, her older sister, and widowed mother had moved in during the summer before my freshman year. Since her mother and older sister worked, we spent most days that summer talking and playing at her house. We talked about everything and most of our playing was rough housing. Cindy was definitely the tomboy type. We would wrestle and tickle each other or just play grab ass. I was too scared to try to kiss her, but wasn't above getting a cheap feel as we wrestled. Neither was Cindy. We settled into an easy, fun, and physical relationship full of sexual innuendoes. Of course watching her in her shorts and halter would get my cock throbbing and stiff, but I never tried to get the relationship going in that direction. I was too shy and scared to risk doing that and losing what we had. I really enjoyed the time I spent with her. As we got older, the physical horse play dropped off and we started playing more 'head games'. We would say or do something, usually with a sexual overtone, that would get an emotional rise out of the other before they realized what was happening. Cindy was much better at it then I was and usually "zinged" me.
Billy was finally out of the bathroom and I headed there myself. Back in my room, I looked out the window at a beautiful, warm sunny, summer day and I threw on a pair of loose running shorts, no underwear, a t-shirt, and then slipped on an old pair of sneakers without socks. By the time I got to the kitchen, Billy was finishing breakfast and heading off to school. Dad had already left for work and Mom was off about ten minutes later. I had the house to myself.
I fixed myself breakfast and was just finishing up when the back door opened. A full head of blonde hair poked through and I heard Cindy yell. "Hey, graduate! Are you home?"
"Ya, I'm here. Come on in." I replied, shoveling in the last mouthful of eggs.
Cindy walked into the kitchen. She was more gorgeous and sexy then usual. Cindy is a couple of inches shorter then I am. She has long, blond hair that falls to the small of her back. She probably wouldn't win any beauty contests because she carries about ten more pounds then she should. She's not fat, not even plump, but just a little heavier than what most people would consider ideal. Just enough to make her breasts a little fuller, her tummy a little round, and the cheeks of her ass a little bigger. Also, being the tomboy type, she seldom wears any make-up or bothers doing her hair. I didn't care, I still thought she was gorgeous.
Today, she was dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and a halter top that tied behind her back and neck. The halter showed a lot of cleavage and was thin enough to show just the impression of nipples atop each breast. My cock throbbed slightly as she strolled over to where I sat at the table.
"You recovered from the party yet?" she asked as she swung up onto the table and sat just left of me, her arms planted behind her as she leaned back..
"Completely" I replied. "How about you?"
Our conversation revolved around the class graduation party that we both attended Saturday night, not together of course. We talked about who left with whom and how the cliques didn't seem to hold together like they did in school and how that must have been because we were graduating now. She finally told me how she told Rich, her current boy friend, to take a hike when she didn't want to sneak off with him and he got pushy about it. He had been drinking too much.
"I almost went looking for you to get a ride home."
"Almost?" I asked.
"Yes, Mary McMillen gave me a ride home. Rich was being such an ass!" Cindy paused then whispered, "I told him we were through."
"You going to give him a second chance?" I asked. I knew Cindy and Rich got along pretty well, but that Cindy wasn't head over heels for him. "For the summer at least?" I also knew they were going to different colleges in the fall.
"No, Rich is OK, but he's just ... I don't know ... I don't want to waste my summer dealing with him." She paused. "His only goal in life seems to be getting in my pants."
"Oh," I smiled, "and you don't like him in your pants?" I asked, hoping to 'zing" Cindy.
