Hollie

Hollie by Stephanie Silver (sjtw69@yahoo.com)

Chapter One -- Meeting

I'm not sure which surprised me more: that after just five months of dating I was asking Hollie to marry me, or that after being asked, Hollie was saying yes.

Officially she was saying yes. I mean... she wasn't saying no. it's just... well let me start at the beginning.

I met Hollie at church, of all places. Church! Okay, not all that bad a meeting place. Lots of people meet at church. You meet, you know you have similar religious values and all that crap. What could possibly go wrong after that? Right?

It's just... Hollie... wasn't exactly religious. You know what I mean? Of course in December of 1982 I didn't know that about her. To me she was just another pretty face.

No, wait! She was way more than just another pretty face. She was a pretty face paying attention to me. Me, Cameron Dahl! The shyest guy in... well in the whole Granite 15th Ward. And more than just paying attention to me, she seemed to actually like me. Me! That's something I wasn't used to getting from all those other pretty faces.

Let me tell you about Hollie. She was 5'-4" tall; the perfect height for my 5'-9". She had long, curly dark brown hair. God I loved that. She had, ahem, rather large breasts: 38D, as I would eventually learn. She was a little heavy, but not so much to make you say she was fat. I mean, not like Sherry Bennett, or Lorena Jacobsen, who actually were fat. Hollie just had a few extra pounds in a few extra places. But something in her personality made it so you hardly noticed.

Which brings me to that smile. Dazzling. And when she aimed it my direction... I was totally helpless. So it only took me three months before I called and asked her for a date.

I know; a fast-mover I'm not.

"Hi Hollie. This is Cameron Dahl. Would you like to go with me to a movie next Friday?"

"Hi Cammie. How are you?"

"Uh, fine."

"How was church today?"

"Uh, it was good. Did you go?"

"No, I needed to do some things. I'll be there next week."

"Oh, that'll be great. I'll look for you."

"Thanks. So why did you call?"

"Uh, they're having a movie next Friday at the university's student union to celebrate the last episode of MAS*H. Would you like to go?"

"That sounds fun."

"Okay, great. I'll pick you up at six o'clock."

"Do you have my address?"

"Yes, of course." I didn't remind her that I was the ward membership clerk and therefore quite privy to such information.

"Okay, see you then, Cammie."

Hollie lived in a two-bedroom apartment with her mother, who was still at work so I wasn't able to meet her. The date went well. Hollie sat close to me during the movie and seemed to enjoy herself. I was too nervous to enjoy myself or even to know what the movie was about. It seemed different than the TV show, that's all I can say.

After the movie we stopped at the dance going on in the student union ballroom. It was nearly over, but we were able to get in a couple of dances, including the final one, the slow dance where everyone picks their favorite partner for the night.

I'll admit it, I was kind of nerdish. I took Hollie's hand in my left, and carefully placed my right hand on her waist in a stance that would have been appropriate for any church dance. We danced like that for about thirty seconds when my nose started to itch. If you have an itch, you scratch it, right? I let go of Hollie's hand to scratch my nose, and next thing I know Hollie is moving closer, putting her arms around my neck, leaving me nowhere to put my arms now but around her waist.

And, uh... I mentioned Hollie is big busted? So... yeah, I could feel those two, soft pillows being pressed against me.

And somehow... I didn't embarrass myself by getting an erection.

"Do you want to come in for a while?" she asked when I dropped her off.

"Uh, sure."

We sat on the couch and looked through a photo album, being careful not be too loud since her mother was asleep. And then I left. Back in the car I kicked myself for not trying to get a kiss. "She would have let you," I said to no one in particular. I went to sleep that night dreaming about that close dance, and the smell of Hollie's perfume and the gentle feel of her breasts on my chest.

I kissed Hollie on the second date. I think. I mean I know our lips met. There's no question about that. I'm just not sure if I kissed her or if she kissed me.

Our second date was another movie. I know. In addition to being a slow mover, I was also variety-challenged. Well, it was a good movie. I thought. I just wish I could remember what it was now. I remember arriving at Hollie's door after the movie feeling happy; feeling that the date had been quite successful to that point, feeling bold enough, or horny enough, to try for that kiss I'd missed out on the date before.

This time she didn't invite me in. Okay, that threw me for a loop, and almost knocked me out of my game plan. For just a second I panicked, and all the alarms in my head were screaming, "Abort! Abort!" on the kissing idea.

Nonsense. I'm perfectly capable of adapting. Lots of people kiss at the door. It's not a cause for panic. Unless you're a social klutz. But I was a determined social klutz. "Uh, can I give you a kiss good night?" I asked as she seemed ready to turn and open the door.

"Sure, Cammie."

Okay, the name kinda turned me on. It might have been one of the many reasons I wanted to take her out.

I've read somewhere about teen girls "practicing" their kissing on each other at slumber parties. It's probably just a rumor started by boys who only wish it were so, but I can't help thinking it might be a good idea. At least it seems like a good idea if you're a social klutz. A little practice might have been a good idea for me then.

Or maybe not. If I had been a practiced kisser, the rest of this story might easily have never happened. At least not the way it did.

With permission to kiss, I gave it my best effort. I puckered my lips, tilted my head slightly, closed my eyes, and moved in, counting on instinct and luck to take over what I lacked in skill.

But fortunately Hollie did know how to kiss. The kiss was a lot like that itchy nose thing at the dance. I honestly had no intentions of doing any more than having our lips touch briefly. But somewhere between our lips touching and the puckering and trying to figure out who was supposed to make the kissing noise, Hollie's lips parted and her tongue was pushing forward.

Okay, I once read a how-to article on how to French kiss, and although it was said in jest, as in you don't have to say, "Gee that was great, but would you mind if I stuck my tongue in your mouth next time?", when I read the article many years after the kiss, I couldn't help thinking that's a lot what it was like.

I had no problem with an attractive young female sticking her tongue in my mouth, so I did just what you'd expect. I opened my mouth. I have no idea how long we kissed. it was long enough for me to feel Hollie's tongue exploring my mouth. It was long enough for me to explore hers with my tongue. Hmmm, teeth. Imagine that. And a tongue. soft, squishy, all moving around. And those must be her gums. And, yeah, that's got to be the roof of her mouth. Okay, yeah, this is kinda cool.

Date three was an amusement park. Physical closeness as we wedged ourselves into roller-coaster cars. Naturally I took the back position as she squeezed into the spot in front of me. No place to put my hands except around her waist. Right? And she scooted back. I'm sure she... was getting closer than she needed. And I won't say anything about the proximity of my, ahem, "package" to her shapely behind. And I tried not to think about it, for fear of getting an erection. But I thought about it some.

Okay, I thought what it might be like if we were both naked, in that same position, and...

Yeah, better not think about that any more.

And then on the bumper cars, when they herded us into the little area for the next group of drivers, well I had to keep track of her in that crowd by reaching for her hand. And, once I found her hand and held it... it just seemed like neither of us wanted to let go.

We only kissed once: on the horror ride. Well, it was dark, you know, and you just knew it was expected. And just when her mouth opened up, just when my tongue was moving forward... that darn bell and bright light scared the heck out of us and we moved apart, both of us laughing hysterically.

It was late when I got her back home, and Hollie's mother was fast asleep. Hollie invited me in. And... in no time we were kissing. And then our tongues were in each other's mouths, and then my hands were... well, they went a lot of places, but I was careful not to touch any places that might be perceived as sexual. I wanted to, but I didn't.

Not until date four. Or was it date five? Probably date five. And it was just a quick brush across her breast. As if I was reaching for something else. Did she notice? If she did, she didn't seem to mind. So the next time I let one hand drift to her belt, and then to her hip. Yeah, that's a girl's hip. And if I move my hand back...It would be on her ass. Slowly, slowly...

Hollie turned her hips abruptly to the right. Okay, yeah, that works too. And, uh, yeah, that is definitely her butt I'm touching now. And she's not screaming rape.

I know. What can I say? I was shy.

I tried the same thing with her breast, moving my hand slowly closer and closer until Hollie suddenly turned her body abruptly for full contact.

For as shy as I was, that might have been enough to keep me happy for a lifetime. But it wasn't the end.

By then it was summer, and summer meant swimming. Ah, Hollie in a bikini. What a sight. "Try not to think about it" I thought as I swam around. Try not to think about... her breasts, barely contained by those two pieces of fabric and some string. Try not to think about what would happen if someone, me, accidentally untied the string at her waist. There was no way I could do that. I was supposed to have morals. I wasn't supposed to be thinking about a daughter of God that way.

Okay, maybe just thinking about it a little bit would be okay.

Hollie didn't bother to change after swimming, and neither did I. I met her mother. Was that Hollie in another twenty years? Flaming red hair, dressed provocatively, smoking too much. If she didn't want me looking at her breasts that way, why didn't she cover them up? Heck, if Hollie didn't want me looking at her breasts that way, why didn't she cover them up? So I looked.

Just a little. It's not like I was gawking.

Well, to make a long story short, Hollie's top came off that night. I still say it was an accident. Hollie's mother, Lydia, surprised me when she excused herself at seven-thirty for bed. "She likes to watch TV, and then she gets up early," Hollie explained. Hollie's top was off by nine.

Let me see if I can explain how that happened. I'm sure I just planned on a nice, uninterrupted make-out session with my very attractive girlfriend, but I guess all that bare skin sorta complicated things. I was touching all the same places as normal, just getting a lot more mileage out of it this time. At one point I reached up her back, and my fingers got tangled in the knot at the back of her bikini top, and when I tried to pull my hand loose, the knot came undone I swear it was an accident.

"What're you doing?" asked Hollie.

"Uh, it was an accident," I blushed.

"Do you want to see my tits?" she asked. She was reaching behind to re-tie the knot, but seemed to be waiting for my answer before deciding if she should.

"Uh..." How does a young man, no matter what his religious convictions are, answer a question like that?

As if she understood my answer to mean something, Hollie let the strings drop and turned where she was sitting so that her back was to me, and lifted her hair up so that the knot around her neck was now visible. I was staring at Hollie's bare back, not sure if she wanted me to re-tie the knot I had accidentally undone, or untie the knot she was showing me. Or possibly reach around and cup her breasts.

With so many choices, I did what my instincts told me to do. I took the strings as if I was going to re-tie them. I think that's what I was thinking. Maybe that wasn't my instincts just then. Maybe that was my moral upbringing. Maybe my instincts were responsible for what happened next. I pulled the strings up slightly, and suddenly found my hands caressing her bare back as they moved toward the knot at her neck. And you know how they sometimes like to say in stories that it was kind of like watching someone else's hands doing something? Yeah, it was kind of like that. With one difference. I knew those were my hands and I knew I was doing it. I knew I could stop them, if I wanted, but I also knew I had no intentions of stopping them.

"Can I untie this?" I asked as my fingers started working on the knot. I don't remember Hollie's answer. I think she might have just moaned some kind of affirmation. What I do know is that suddenly her bikini top was loosely holding her breasts, and the only thing keeping it from falling all the way off were the four strings I was still holding.

So I let them slip from my grip, and Hollie was topless.

And I had a boner. I remember thinking at that point there wasn't a whole lot of point in trying to act like I didn't.

Well, I fondled Hollie's bare breasts, and we made out some more, and I fondled her some more. Her breasts, I think I've said, are large, and capped with large pink nipples that are nearly the same color as the surrounding skin. But that's the areole. Not that I knew the correct anatomical terms at that time. I was... Well, I had a boner, so I wasn't exactly thinking that well. The actual nipple part was rather small, I guess, and barely poked out at all. Not that I had a lot of experience at that point with the variety in women's nipples, but I've since gained some and have noticed that her nipples stick out less than most.

And soft. When I finally actually touched one, I couldn't believe how soft and pliable they were. Yes, they were real.

When we finally finished and I went home I was probably more sexually frustrated than I could imagine. And I couldn't figure out why.

But that's because I didn't want to face a simple fact: I wanted to screw my girlfriend and I didn't care what my religion said about it. Except I did care. so instead I wondered why I couldn't be content with having just seen and touched Hollie's luscious titties. Why did I still want more?

That date was followed by a few dates where Hollie's clothes stayed on, but I fondled her breasts, and her ass, freely through her clothes.

And then came the next swim date. And somehow I knew, when Lydia bade us both a good night, that Hollie's bikini bottom was coming off that night. And it did.

Only this time it wasn't an accident. I started by just sliding my hand inside her bikini bottom and fondling her bare ass that way. When her moans and kisses seemed to indicate it was time, I reached to her hip and tugged on the string tying the front and back halves of her bikini together until it came loose.

Knowing what had happened, Hollie got up and let it fall to the floor. Her bikini bottom, I mean, although if I had said my jaw, that would have been equally accurate. Right there with her mom sleeping in the next room. My only complaint was that the light wasn't that great. But otherwise... that was my first naked girl.

And... gosh, let me think... She had tits. I'd already seen those. They were, as I've said, 38Ds, so... on the big side. Nicely shaped, not exactly perky, but not drooping, and.. Did I mention big? Like... two small-sized cantaloupes, capped by large pink nipples.

And a smile. Always that smile. And the fact that she was completely nude and smiling just a foot away from me wasn't lost on me. And, uh, yeah, my dick was making a tent in my swimsuit.

And, oh yes, of course... she had a pussy. Although about all I could see just then was a rather heavy bush.

Hollie followed my eyes as they went from her neck to her pussy, and then lingered there. Still smiling she asked, "Have you ever seen a girl's pussy before, Cammie?"

"Uh, no," I gulped.

She moved forward slightly for me to get a better look, and then used her fingers to part the hair to give me a peek at what was underneath. "You can touch it," she invited.

And I did. Soft, warm, a little damp, and incredibly sexy. No, I didn't almost cum just from touching her. I just suddenly found it hard to remember that I needed to breathe.

Continuing the tour, Hollie turned around so that I could see her butt. "You can touch it," she invited again, and moved closer so that her bare behind was... just inches from my face.

And so I fondled her bare ass right there in the living room. I had no idea what I would do if her mom suddenly appeared. It was kind of like when I had untied her bikini top that first time. I knew those were my hands doing the fondling, but they seemed, for the moment, to be running on auto-pilot, and I was just watching.

Well, and enjoying. I've always enjoyed the feel of a girl's butt. So soft, so smooth, so sensuous. It's definitely my favorite female body part.

I soon became aware that Hollie was very slowly backing closer to me. And my face was now only a few inches away from her bare bottom. So close I could see the pucker of her anus. So close I could smell its rich scent. "Kiss my ass, Cammie," she begged. Or did she command me?

I grasped her hips and pulled her back slightly, at the same time leaning forward, and kissed one soft globe.

And then the other.

And then the small ridge/valley at the top of each thigh. Meanwhile Hollie was slowly bending at the waist... and guiding her hips so that I eventually figured out she wanted me to kiss the middle part of her butt. I slowly tongued the valley at the top of her butt crack... and found it a pleasant sensation. And slowly I moved lower, closer, to that little brown pucker, knowing that's where she wanted me to kiss, but... honestly, it was my first time. It took me a while.

But kiss it I did. Eventually.

And then I continued... into her crotch... by that point figuring I'd kissed her butt, I was going to eat her pussy.

And I did. Hollie climbed on top of me, her head toward my feet, as I ate her pussy. Licked it, I mean. I've never exactly understood the "eating" thing. And with Hollie's whispered guidance, I did a very good job. "Right there, ooo yeah, there. Higher. Now put your tongue... ooo yeah, like that... Now keep doing it. Spell my name with your tongue. Now find my clit. It's right there at the very top of my slit. You have to get way underneath me to reach... oh shit! Yeah, that's... that's... ohh... ohh... ohh... oh god yesssss... oh shit... I'm cumming..."

Something like that. And then she squealed in kind of a I-need-to-scream-out-loud-but-I-don't-want-Mom-to-hear-so-I'm-going-to-stifle-it-as-best-I-can kind of way. Which was pretty erotic.

And my poor boner was aching for attention, and I actually thought Hollie might suck me while I licked her pussy, but she didn't. And after, breathless, she said she should get dressed and let me go home, and so she searched for her clothes, which were oddly scattered because you would have thought they would have been right where she left them, but for some reason they weren't.

But I did masturbate later. Just as soon as I got home.

And then I felt guilty. I'd had pre-marital sex. And you can argue that it was oral sex, which doesn't really count, and that, technically, I hadn't even taken my clothes off, so it really shouldn't count, but... I knew I'd committed a terrible sin. And I felt terribly guilty about it, and vowed it would never happen again.

Except the next Sunday when I told Hollie how I felt, and how I wanted to confess my sins, and hers, to the bishop, and repent, she said, "No!"

"What?"

"No way, Cammie. You can't tell him anything. If you tell him, then I have to tell him too, and there's no way I'm telling the bishop what we did. It's none of his business."

I tried explaining the gravity of our sin to her, and how the bishop's absolution was our only protection from eternal damnation, but she wasn't buying it. "It was just oral sex. It's not like we committed murder or robbed a bank."

I tried suggesting that I would repent alone, and leave her out of it, but she just laughed. "Cammie, this is a singles ward. Everyone knows who's going out with who. If you tell him what you did, he's going to know exactly who you did it with."

Well, I wasn't so eager to confess that I wouldn't listen to a good reason for not doing it. And her reasons were pretty good. And rationalization is a wonderful thing. Was it a sin to protect someone else who might not want to repent? of course not? In fact, in a way, by not confessing I was doing something extremely noble.

And, thinking ahead some, it had occurred to me that I might actually want to marry Hollie, and if we did that, that would make everything alright. And so the guilty feeling slowly subsided.

Replaced, no doubt, by lust. Now that I'd seen Hollie naked, and licked her pussy and kissed her behind, it just seemed fitting, to me at least, that she return the favor: suck my dick.

Which happened the very next date. But only after Lydia had gone to bed, and after we'd made out for a while, slowly taking each other's clothes off, and I'd used my tongue to give Hollie another orgasm.

It might not have. After orgasming, Hollie was searching for her clothes again. Funny how those things got so hard to find. I was enjoying the view, watching her naked body as she moved about the room, but felt like I needed more. Finally I asked, "Hollie, will you do something for me?"

"What is it Cammie?" she asked sweetly, as she pulled on her panties.

I groaned softly because I wasn't ready to see her get dressed. "Will you... suck me?"

She laughed. "Is that all you want, honey? I can do that for you." And she sat right down on the couch beside me, and began tugging my pants off.

Hollie's lips...Her face so close to... And then she... with her tongue... And... (gasp) ...all the way down... And then with her hand she even fondled my balls, and then she licked my shaft from base to tip...

It was incredible.

And then, the most incredible thing. When she was finished, she reached up and kissed me. The mouth that had just been wrapped tightly around my dick was kissing mine, and... it had to be the sexiest kiss I ever had.