The pounding of Michael's heart in his chest matched the throbbing of his cock which was threatening to burst through his fly. He could sense that at last he was about to score as he felt Allie's resistance starting to crumble. Voraciously he sucked her nipples which had trebled in size from match heads to hard bullets. Her breathing was becoming ragged. Her fingers which had stopped his hand progressing further under her short skirt and up her smooth hairless legs had begun to move aside, allowing Michael to slide the edge of his hand into the gap between her thighs. An inch or two more and he'd be able to actually touch the gusset of her panties. His more successful friends had assured him that if he could get a finger inside a girl's pants to tease her clit, he'd be home and hosed.
This was the first party that he and Allie had attended together. It had been organised by one of her fellow netball players, Claudia. Both were members of their private Melbourne girls' school top netball team. Claudia's parents were away for the weekend, giving her the opportunity to invite some of her playing colleagues and their male friends. All except Michael, who was half way through his first year at university, were school students in their final year, the majority facing university entrance exams in a few months' time.
Stretching out his finger he could just reach the smooth feel of the silk covering her mound. Suddenly he could sense a change of mood. Her hand returned to stay any further advance. In spite of his excitement even Michael was now conscious of the cause of the distraction. Before Allie began speaking his cock was withering along with his previously high hopes.
As they listened, the rhythmic thumping of bedsprings through the wall beside the bed they were lying on became increasingly intrusive, with steadily louder cries of "yes, yes ,oh my god, harder!". A few seconds later a boy's voice shouted "fuck, I'm coming!!"
Allie sat up abruptly. "I want to go home, "she said in a defiant but clearly upset tone, as she restored her bra to its natural position, and refastened the buttons of her blouse. What a bugger, thought Michael, for this to happen just when I was so nearly there.
"I'm sorry, "she said, "this scene isn't for me. I'll get an Uber home."
Doing his best to hide his disappointment, Michael realised he had to respond sympathetically, "Don't be silly." he said. "I'll walk you home. It's only 20 minutes or so, and I enjoy your company." Walking out through the living room they couldn't help but see in the dim lighting a couple lying on the sofa, both naked below the waist. The sound of slapping flesh and the girl's panting confirmed in Michael's mind that they were enjoyably engaged in making the two backed beast.
Once in the cool night air Michael put his arm around her in an attempt to alleviate her obvious distress. They walked quietly for a while. He sensed that she was trying to find the words to explain her abrupt change of mood.
"I know you must think I'm stupid, but hearing Claudia next door having sex with Bill was the last straw. She thinks he's a dickhead so I can't understand why she wants to do that with him. And I just felt the others were behaving like farmyard animals, rutting away. Surely there has to be more to a relationship than that!"
Her words made Michael reflect on their own relationship. He pulled her against his side sympathetically. Perhaps he had given her the impression he was more interested in sex rather than the pleasure of her company. In reality what had really attracted him, apart from her attractive smile and athletic figure, was the way she would engage in combative discussions on serious issues, rather than empty talk of celebrities or school-girl gossip. She had obviously had an upbringing similar to Michael himself and his younger sister, Kate. Their parents had insisted that the family all eat together without interruption from the TV or mobiles and expected both to be able to contribute a reasoned discussion of issues of the day. Because of Allie's good looks he had thought her out of his league, but to his surprise she really seemed to enjoy their verbal sparring and, indeed, his company.
Michael had been out with Allie three times previously, twice to films, and once a pizza restaurant. Allie's mother, who was originally from England, but now worked as a professor at the local law school, had tactfully disappeared off each time to her study when they returned home, allowing them to make out for half an hour or so in the living room. When she felt time was up she would return noisily, pointing out to Allie the importance of consistent studying for the forthcoming university entrance exams. Michael had yet to meet Allie's father who was currently away on some ill-defined military project in Afghanistan, and was not expected back for another month or two.
Stopping in the patch of darkness under a large silver gum, he kissed her tenderly. "You don't have to apologise,'" he said, "it certainly was a bit crude".
Clinging tightly to him, Allie seemed a little more settled. "Thanks for understanding," she whispered in his ear. She took a deep breath, and then sighed, murmuring, "The irony is that I was really enjoying the way you were touching me." Michael felt his body start to respond, but knew it wasn't the time to try anything further.
In reality, while Michael felt progress was frustratingly slow, he had to acknowledge that Allie had allowed steadily more access to her small high boobs, and was starting to respond quite aggressively in their french kissing sessions. Giving her a final kiss at her family's front door and agreeing that they would do something together next weekend, he found himself walking to his home in the adjoining suburb in a better mood than he expected - perhaps the evening hadn't been a complete disaster, after all. He would try to sound out his sister Kate. She was his primary source of information on the mysterious ways of teenage girls. While she had a sharp tongue at times, they had a very companionable relationship, helped by the fact that they shared the top floor of their family's inner city townhouse, with each having a bedroom on either side of the shared bathroom. Their parents seldom came up to the top floor, giving them a real sense of privacy.
When the family moved in five years ago Michael had inherited his parents' old double bed. Kate was a serious student who regularly studied late. To relax she would often join him for a pre-bedtime chat, sitting leaning back on the headboard beside him shoulder to shoulder with her legs stretched out on the counterpane. When he had complained to her of his lack of success with girls before the advent of Allie she had suggested that perhaps the problem was that he was only attracted to the intelligent ones who were often a bit picky and didn't have the same confidence in dealing with boys that the more popular and frivolous girls developed more quickly. Michael couldn't help wondering if she put herself in that category, but when he made the suggestion she responded, "No, I don't think that's fair, I have my eye on someone but he's not available at present."
