Tim meets Mary and friends
Tim didn't wank much anymore these days. His first real sex experience with Liz made him realise what a lonely, mostly unsatisfying pastime wanking really was. Well, ok, it's not bad if that's all you have. But Tim had taken a bite of the apple and now he was interested in the whole tree! He had realised that sex was sex and as long as both parties were ok with it. But it wasn't the stuff of real close relationships which could blossom into love.
"Crap," he thought. "I'm only after the sex at the moment." And Mary was his next move, he hoped. She had seen that something had gone on with himself and Liz at the party one week ago. She smiled at him and had given him her number. These things just hadn't happened to Tim before and he needed to follow that lead.
He had found that he needed to be careful with his 'handy' abilities. He nearly let the cat out of the bag with Liz. He had simply done what had come naturally. He started playing with her nipple with his right hand; the one which produced endless orgasms. Luckily for him, she had written it off as something that she had done, not anything the Tim had done. Her self-centred nature had saved him from having some real explaining to do. This was something he did not particularly relish, especially as he couldn't explain himself. How does that happen? His hand was the same as everyone else's. What about it made the person at the receiving end of a simple touch immediately go into throes of orgasmic bliss? At least it didn't happen when he used his right hand on any part of the body. It had to be the neck, nipples or cunt area. Playing with these areas would at least imply that some sort of sex was about to happen and so make the resulting orgasm easier to explain.
His other hand produced the opposite effect. It quietened the other person down to a feeling of absolute peace and calm. By experimenting on his own body, he had focused his mind on his hands to such an extent that he could control the power of these impulses. Essentially he could dial the intensity of each of the responses.
What would happen if he used both hands at the same time but controlled the intensity of each in different degrees at different times. Potentially he could slowly introduce the 'orgasm' touch by limiting the intensity of it while allowing the 'calming' touch to take over. This needed investigation and Mary was the person that he was determined to perfect it on. He didn't feel bad that he was using Mary in such a way. She had made the first move towards him and he wasn't forcing himself on her was he? Anyway, it wasn't like she wasn't going to get something out of the rendezvous. If all went well, she would be able to ride wave after wave of orgasmic bliss for as long as he and she wished. The calming touch had the added effect of minimising the physical strain that such continuous cumming would have on a body.
He had found that out by experimenting on himself what seemed like such a long time ago, but in reality it was only two months. He also found that his seemingly unlimited supply of cum had a replenishing, healing effect on his body. He had gained muscle mass, a healthy tan, unblemished skin and sharp mental capacity. This last development was one which he hadn't really pursued yet. He had too much sex to do!
Liz actually did speak to him once at school during that week. She had a soft look in her eyes. No longer that piercing, searching look which was predatory in nature and controlling in manner. She didn't have her usual retinue of friends, so he hoped that she would be civil at least. She came up to him and whispered, "I loved our little under-tree experience last weekend Tim. I have never had so much cum in one session ever. I swear I belched cum breath for the next three days! I loved it though. For the first time in whatever, I slept through the whole night each day this week. That's something I don't normally do. The doctors call it sleep apnea or something. Also no zits! They disappeared overnight. I am free this Friday night. I will see you then outside the burger bar at seven. Bye."
My heart was pounding and if a mirror was handy, I would be looking pale, despite my natural tan. "Um, Liz. I am actually busy this Friday. Sorry. Great to hear that you had a good time too. Bye."
This caused Liz to stop, turn and look at me in a new way. "Wow. Um, ok. Well another time then." In stop-start, jerky movements, she turned away and walked towards her friends. I felt bad. It seemed that she wasn't experienced in the rejection department. Live and learn Liz, live and learn.
After the usual family Friday dinner, I went to my room and dialled Mary's number. My fingers actually trembled so much, I had to try three times to get it right. "Hello, Mary here." I am sure I trembled all the way down the phone line. "Tim here. How's it going?"
"Oh cool. Hey Tim. What you doing tonight?"
"Getting burgers and a drink. Want to come?" I smiled quietly at the hidden meaning. "Want to cum?" I thought. The reply came too quickly for me to register straight away, but I did hear "seven o'clock", so I hung up, raced downstairs, told mum and dad about my plans (minimum details of course) and walked the ten minutes to the burger bar. I was a little early so waited inside sipping a non-named cola drink.
Shortly after seven, Mary walked in. Along with two of her friends! "Damn!" I thought. "There go my plans for tonight." Her friends I had seen around the schoolyard. One was named Anne. She was a mousy, petite girl with short cut hair, long beaky nose and eyebrow piercings. She didn't usually say much, but always spent time around Mary. Rumour amongst us boys, experienced as we were LOL, was that she was a dyke. I wouldn't believe that though. The other of Mary's friends was Lil. Lil was a beauty. She was part Chinese and so had that smooth, pale ivory skin which always looked doll-like. Her eyes were pools of black gold sinking to unforeseen depths beneath her jet black, silky shoulder length hair. Her tits were not big, so she never wore a bra. She didn't need to.
The perkiness of her boob flesh ended with nipples that seemed to defy any material which covered them to hide them.
The delightful sight of these three gorgeous, but different girls bouncing happily into the place where I waited far out-weighed the disappointment of the possibility that my plans for Liz and myself may not happen. "Hey guys," I greeted them.
"Hey Tim. You know Lil and Anne. I was impressed that you didn't complain when I said they were coming as well tonight on the phone before." This time it was her eyes which got that glazed over look that I am sure that I had on the phone before.
"Surely not!" I thought. My dick started to disagree with my thoughts. It knew what Mary meant. Time to sit down fast before I embarrassed myself in public. Tenting at a burger joint with families and young kids around is not usually a good call.
"We are team us buddies you know. Let's get a burger and go for a walk, all four of us." We ordered, paid and picked up, then wandered outside towards Tucker's Forest, a nearby wooded area which was frequented by teenagers and frisky older romantic couples. 'Fuckers Forest' is what us teenagers called it. It has a rep as being the place to go if you want to make noises of a loud, sexual nature without disturbing the quiet urban peace which our town was renowned for.
