Twenty One.


Mary Beth

That was also the summer I had sex with Mary Beth, sort of. She was a Catholic girl, with red hair, green eyes and tight corduroys that showed off her round ass. I knew Mary Beth most of my life. She was a year ahead of me in school and lived right behind me. We were always friends. Our parents were friends. I even think we bathed together as children. It was nothing for her to stop by and hang out.

“What are you up to?” She asked when I opened the basement door.

“Just working out,” I said, closing it behind her and wiping sweat from my forehead with my shirt. I threw it onto the chair. “I thought you were away at camp.”

“Got back yesterday. Want some company?” She sat down in the chair.

“Sure. But I want to finish working out.”

“Can I watch?” She always wanted to watch. It was kind of hot that a chick wanted to watch. So I never refused.

She crossed her legs over the arm of the chair and kicked one foot in the air. “Heard from Joe?” she asked as she picked up my shirt and discretely smelled it. I told her he was fine and that he came to visit.

“Oh, that’s nice.” She said, staring at my posters and kicking her foot. I could tell she was thinking about something else. Whenever she wanted to talk about herself, she always pretended she wanted to hear about me.

“What’s up, Mary Beth?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing.” She sniffed my shirt again and threw it on the sofa. I laid on the bench to do a set of presses. “Can I help?” She jumped from the chair and stood behind the bench.

“Sure. You want to spot?”


“Ok. But don’t touch the bar until I can’t lift it any higher. Ok?”

“I know. I know.”

I laid on the bench. She stood behind and leaned over to help lift the weight. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see she had nice breasts. She caught me looking and smiled. On the next set she bent further so that her shirt dropped open and gave me an unobstructed view. Yeah, Mary Beth had nice tits.

“What are you looking at?” She asked.


“What do you mean nothing?” She looked down at her chest, then pulled her shoulders back. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for these.”

I smiled at her. “Me, too.”

“What, these? You’ve been waiting for these?” She leaned down on the bench and pressed her tits into my face. “Well here, have them.” I wiggled my head and bit her nipple. She flinched and grabbed my cock.

“Oh, excuse me. It was nothing.”

“Nothing? I’ll give you nothing.” I got up from the bench. She started to run. I dove across the room and tackled her onto the sofa. “I’ll give you nothing.” We wrestled around like we used to. We hadn’t wrestled in a while, but it was fun. I thrust my crotch in her face. She bit it gently.

“Uh oh,” she said, rolling out from under me. I realized it, too. I had an erection. I was actually embarrassed. I didn’t think of Mary Beth that way. We were kids together. We bathed together. Sure we teased each other, but it wasn’t sexual.

“Hmm.” She said and paused. She stared at the posters again. I waited for the joke. I wasn’t sure what she would say. “Hmm.” She tapped her lips with her finger then bit her lower lip. “Finally,” she said smiling. “I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”

“Oh,” I thought, “here it comes.” She’s going to humiliate me. We were lying on the sofa, side by side. I thought she would at least punch me to make light of it, but instead she leaned over and laid her hand on my stomach. I flinched, then I looked at her. She was looking at me. Her eyes were soft. She moved her hand across my stomach and ten thousand sensations rushed me, and in that instant I saw Mary Beth in a new light. No longer the little girl I used to bathe with, she was now a taste I craved.

She caressed my stomach with small circles that widened to my chest. She watched my body as she rubbed it, her eyes following her hand. I felt her breath on my ribs. With each circle she drifted further into some dream world. She closed her eyes and hummed as she kept caressing, inching her way closer to the bulge in my jeans. I wasn’t sure what was happening. I didn’t know what to think. I was still half waiting for the punchline of a joke. I didn’t completely trust her, but I sure as Hell wouldn’t stop her.

“I want to do something to you.”

“Ok.” I said without hesitation. Mary Beth slid her fingers under the top of my jeans and caressed me through my underwear. The trail of her fingers vibrated through me. She unbuttoned my jeans and spread them open, then rested her hand on the bulge and kneaded it gently. She leaned forward and kissed it through my underwear, never touching the head sticking out, just stroking and rubbing and humming to herself. I think she forgot I was even there. She was just enjoying herself, rolling my penis like it was a hard lump of clay. I was paralyzed with pleasure. I could feel a slow powerful rumble deep inside. And Mary Beth just kept rubbing and rolling. When her fingers brushed across my balls, I exploded like a fountain all over my chest and stomach. She barely seemed to notice, just smiled and kept caressing, and humming.

Mary Beth was my first girlfriend. It lasted the summer and was weird the whole time. It really just meant she came over to fool around. Since we were good friends for so long, nothing really changed except the sex. But that’s what was weird. Mary Beth was Catholic and had promised her parents and God that she wouldn’t have sex until married. Fortunately for me, sex to her didn’t mean blow jobs and sodomy. She figured, so long as she kept her cherry, she kept her promise.

My second “date” with Mary Beth was a couple of nights later. She called to say she’d be over in half an hour. I made sure we ended up on my bed, which wasn’t hard since that’s where she headed. As soon as we sat she started kissing me with a vengeance. I thought she was trying to gag me with her tongue. After ten minutes of that not only did I have another boner, but I also had her gum in my mouth. When she finally came up for air, I said “Hey” and ask her how she was doing. And for some reason I ask her how her mom was doing.

She pulled back and looked at me. “Are you uncomfortable with this?” She motioned with her head. I looked around the room then looked back at her. “I mean with us, stupid. Are you ok with this?” This time she looked at our bodies.

“Yeah…I mean, no. I mean, Yeah…Uhm,” I paused to get my pronoun references straight. “No, I’m not uncomfortable. And Yes, I am ok with this, with us. It’s just that I have to get used to it.”

“You like it, don’t you?”

“Yes, God Yes. Yes, I like it. It’s just different.”

“But it’s cool?”

“Yeah, cool.”

We crawled back and forth on each other for a while. Then Mary Beth laid back and propped her arm under her head and looked at the ceiling. “So, you want to hear about my summer retreat?”

“You mean Catholic Camp?”

“Yes, Catholic Camp.” She looked at me. “You want to hear?”

“I don’t know. Does it involve Catechism?”

“Depends on how you look at it. You want to hear this or not?”

“Ok. What did the penguins teach you?”

“No, not the nuns. The older girls. The camp counselors.”

“Oh,” suddenly I was interested. “Wait. Does this have anything to do with what you did to me the other day?”

“Depends on how you look at it. But it has more to do with what you are going to do to me.” I was a captive audience now.

“Anyway, I got up to go to the bathroom one night and noticed the lights on in the counselors’ cabin. The two girls in charge of our group were college freshmen, and they were pretty cool, so I went over to see what they were up to. I could hear them talking inside. I couldn’t hear everything, but I know they were talking about sex. So I stood outside their window and listened. But I couldn’t hear.” Mary Beth looked at me and bit her lip. “It was kind of driving me crazy, only being able to hear a few dirty words. So I crept onto their porch and listened at the door. Still nothing. So I said, ‘What the heck,’ and I knocked on their door. It got really quiet for a moment then one of them answered.”

“Hi, Mary Beth. What are you doing up so late?” Jennifer asked.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Is anything wrong? Do you need anything?”

“No. I just couldn’t sleep. What are you guys up to?”

“Nothing,” said Elizabeth. “We’re just talking.”

“Can I hang out a little while?”

Jennifer looked at Elizabeth, “I don’t know. Liz, what do you think?”

“I don’t know.” They smiled at each other. “Do you think we can trust her?” Elizabeth scanned Mary Beth’s body as if looking for a warning sign, “I guess we can trust her.” Then she turned to Mary Beth. “We can trust you, right?”

“Yes, definitely. You can trust me.”

“Ok. Come on in.” Elizabeth patted the bed next to her, offering Mary Beth a seat. When Jennifer closed the door and joined them on the bed, she had an open bottle of wine in her hand.

“Here, want a taste?”

Mary Beth looked at Jennifer, then at Elizabeth, then at the bottle of wine. “Sure,” she said reaching for the bottle. “Thanks.” Mary Beth took a drink and handed it back to Jennifer, who drank and handed it to Elizabeth.

They passed it around a few more times. After Mary Beth took another drink she asked, “So, this is what you were doing when I knocked?”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth said, “and talking. Do you want to know what we were talking about?” Elizabeth’s blue eyes were sparkling.

That made Mary Beth’s green eyes sparkle. “Yeah.”

“Well,” Elizabeth took another drink, spilling a little and wiping her chin with her sleeve. “We were talking about sex.” She whispered the word. “Have you ever had sex, Mary Beth?”

“No, of course not.” then to sound more mature, she added, “I thought Catholic girls didn’t do those sorts of things.” Elizabeth passed her the bottle and she took another drink.

“They don’t,” Jennifer answered, “at least not in that way.”

“Huh?” Mary Beth was intrigued. She looked at both girls who were smiling at her.

“Well, you know,” Jennifer glanced at Elizabeth, “there might be stuff that doesn’t count as sex.”

“Really? What?” Mary Beth asked out loud, but in her head she was compiling her own list. “Do you guys do stuff?”

Elizabeth laughed. “You mean with boys, or each other?” She laughed again then became very animated and sat up on her knees on the bed.

Mary Beth was dumbstruck. “Huh? Oh. Umm.” She just sat staring at the girls. “I don’t…know. I mean…”

“Both.” Jennifer looked at Elizabeth then back at Mary Beth. “We do both.”

“Oh. You guys kiss and stuff.”

Elizabeth looked at Mary Beth. “Have you ever kissed a girl before?”

“Not in the way you mean. I mean…” She paused for a moment. “Have you two ever kissed?”

“Oh sure,” Elizabeth said. “We do it all the time.”





“Then kiss her now.”

“Sure.” Elizabeth leaned over and kissed Jennifer on the lips then turned back to Mary Beth. “Want to try it?”

“Huh?” Mary Beth took another drink of wine.

“You don’t know what you’re missing.” Elizabeth moved in front of Mary Beth and faced her. “Want to try it?” She repeated. “Would you like to kiss me?”

“Uh…Oh.” She took another drink of wine. “Maybe.” The word started out as an answer then drifted into a question. Suddenly Mary Beth felt shy, a little intrigued, and a whole lot turned on. Elizabeth leaned forward and gave her a slow soft kiss on the lips. When she pulled back Mary Beth’s eyes were still closed. “How was that?”

“That was nice,” Mary Beth whispered.

“My turn.” Jennifer got to her knees facing the other girls. Mary Beth turned to face her, eyes still closed. She lifted her softly puckered lips and they kissed.

“Did you like that?” This time Jennifer was whispering.

“Yeah,” Mary Beth answered. “Can we do it again?”

“Sure,” Elizabeth said smiling. “But now let’s try something else.” Elizabeth leaned in and kissed Mary Beth again. This time she slid her tongue into Mary Beth’s mouth. Mary Beth flinched and pulled back a little, but when Elizabeth squeezed her shoulders she relaxed. Elizabeth pulled her face just far enough away to ask Mary Beth, “What did you think of that?”

“That was kind of neat.”

“That was French kissing.”

“Yeah. Can I do it to you?”

“Sure.” Mary Beth slid her tongue into Elizabeth’s mouth.

Jennifer moved closer. “Hey, don’t forget about me.”

“You know,” Elizabeth said after they had been kissing for a while, “there are other places you can put your tongue.”

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