Twenty-Five Pairs by T.S. Severe
Chapter Two Harden, Utah 2010
"Hi daddy!" I gave him a hug and a kiss, like I always did when he came home from work.
"Hi Princess, where's your mom?" Dad hugged me back, nice and tight.
"In the kitchen." I made a little face and lowered my voice. "Meatloaf."
My dad chuckled at that. "Mmmm...Must be Monday."
"Definitely." I nodded.
"So, how was your first day of school?" Dad asked as he headed towards the kitchen and I trailed along behind him.
"It was good." I shrugged. "It's pretty small though."
"Well, it's a small town, Princess." Daddy smiled over his shoulder at me.
"Yeah." I nodded. "I made a friend though, a real one. Her name's Amy. You think I can invite her over sometime?"
"I don't see why not. Hi Else..." He gave my mom a kiss on the cheek she offered him. "...Meat loaf? My favorite!"
"Liar." My mom laughed lightly. "That's what she said too."
"Me?" I giggled.
"So what are you complaining about?" Daddy gave my mom's butt a little spank and then winked at me. "I guess we need better lies, huh?"
"I don't know any other ones." I stuck out my tongue.
"That's good." My mom smiled at me. "One lie is enough for any girl."
"What's your lie then, hmmm?" My dad was holding my mom around the waist now, his chest against her back, chin on her shoulder. My mom was tall enough so they went well together like that.
"I'll never tell a fiend like you!" My mom gasped and giggled as my daddy gave her a squeeze and a little push with his hips, and it wasn't like I hadn't seen them fool around before.
I thought it was pretty cool my parents were in love like that cause I knew some parents weren't. They were both good looking too, so probably that helped a lot. My dad looked like a doctor, very clean with gentle features and warm hazel eyes. A strong jaw and straight nose. He had short brown hair and a nice shape to his body. He always wore a suit and a tie and smelled like aftershave. I liked that smell a lot.
My mom looked like a doctor too, most of the time. She had long blonde hair that she pinned up during the day, except on weekends if we were going out, then she'd leave it down. Fair skin and high cheeks. A pert little nose and small mouth, but always smiling at the corners. Her blue eyes were what made her look so serious. They were kind of intense, until she laughed, and she wore black rimmed glasses for reading stuff. Those really made her look like a doctor.
Mom was healthy too, trim and really curvy if you ever got to see her in her bikini, but that was pretty rare, so most people probably didn't know. Underneath her trousers though, cause she did like to wear loose cotton pants, and her blouse, loose and buttoned up usually; underneath all that my mom had nice upturned breasts, a tiny waist, and some real hips to go with her firm round butt. You'd never, ever guess my mom had ever had a baby, but she'd had me. I was pretty glad too.
I noticed all that because I really hoped I'd look like her when I grew up. I mean, my mom was the prettiest woman I ever knew, so why wouldn't I? Plus she was my mom, so...You know. I had her blue eyes and golden hair, but my dad's nose and kind of a squarish chin. I had high cheeks, but dimples too and I don't know where those came from. Probably cause my mouth was a little too big for my face, or so it seemed to me, but nobody else seemed to notice.
Anyway, mom and dad were fooling around again and I watched for a minute, feeling a little envious because it must be pretty nice to have someone hugging you and giving you a serious kiss, even if your hands are in a big bowl of raw meatloaf. Mom mixed eggs in it, and onions and I dunno what all else, but right then she was wriggling her butt against my daddy as he hugged her and I knew it was time for me to go do some homework.
"Uhhh...Whew..." My mom breathed. "Jennifer, dear...Uh...Do you have..."
"Homework? Yeah mom." I sighed theatrically, teasing them as I left the kitchen.
"Just yell if you need some help." My daddy said, but I think he had other things on his mind since I could see his hands holding my mom's nice round breasts.
"Okay Daddy." I answered and the weird thing was that seeing my mom and dad like that always made my penis hard, so I kind of wanted to go someplace and be alone anyway.
I'd figured out that putting a little pressure on my dick when it was hard felt pretty good and if I kind of imagined stuff while I did it, that made it feel even better. So I laid down on my bed and kind of wedged my stuffed bear between my thighs. I had a lot of them. Everyplace my dad ever went he bought me a new stuffed bear, and my dad went on a lot of trips to a lot of different places. The best bear for rubbing was the one from Germany. It was kind of big, but super soft, like it was made out of mink or something, and I could squeeze my legs around it and just push, you know?
It sounds dumb and if anyone ever saw me I'd have died from embarrassment, humping a big stuffed bear like that, but I swear it felt great. Probably a lot of girls do stuff like that, and maybe boys too since it was my penis that was doing most of the feeling good. I'd hug my pillow at the same time, and close my eyes, thinking about a boy at school usually, or maybe about a boy I only wished was at school.
He'd be tall and handsome, with dark hair and bright brown eyes. I could feel him hugging me, lying down on the bed with me and touching my back, touching my face with his fingers. And he'd kiss me, just a little one at first and then smile. I'd smile too and touch his body and I'd be a little scared maybe, because he was my first boyfriend and he was telling me he loved me. I'd let him kiss me again and it was so nice, feeling his lips on mine, looking into his eyes or maybe closing mine. It was my first real kiss and I was tingling all over.
I liked that dream a lot and I could feel my dick so hard that it really did hurt. Half of it was sticking out the top of my panties and pressed against my tummy, almost reaching my belly button, and I was rubbing it back and forth against my bear, squeezing it with my thighs and feeling my insides all light and buttery hot. There were butterflies inside me, hundreds of them, or thousands, tickling me from the inside out and I could feel them going lower, like into my balls, sorta, I don't know. It was weird, that feeling, and I'd just started getting it over the last few months.
My testicles would feel tight and hard and weightless maybe. That was it, they were like floating between my legs and aching cause they wanted something, but I didn't know what. I just kept rubbing faster and faster, thrusting with my hips like I was digging a hole inside my teddy bear with my big hard penis. I'd do that until it felt really strange and I could feel my heart beating down there, but it felt good and bad at the same time. Like something was trying to come out of me but the opening was too small. It was stuck and just needed a push, but pushing made it feel painful and so I stopped. I made myself stop even though I didn't want to.
I rolled onto my back, shivering and breathless and feeling hot everywhere. I was damp with sweat and my boobs ached and my nipples itched. I had to put my hands on my tits and press them hard, rubbing my palms around my chest because that helped a lot. The whole thing was so confusing to me. I didn't know what I was doing and I was afraid to tell my mom because maybe what I was doing was bad, well, not bad probably, but just strange. My mom might think I was weird and ask me a lot of questions and I didn't want that. It would be pretty embarrassing, like I said, if anyone knew I was rubbing myself on my bear.
Mostly I just wished I knew how to make those feelings stop. I was perfectly happy when I didn't feel like that, when my cock was soft and just sitting there minding its own business. I could concentrate on school or whatever I was doing and not think about rubbing myself or trying to hide my hard cock. I kinda wished I didn't have it at all sometimes, but I knew better than that. It was part of me, so I was stuck with it. I just wished I could understand it, that's all.
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"Hey! Guess what!" Amy was grinning at me as soon as I got on the school bus.
My first few days at school, mom had driven me, but now it was Friday and I was taking the bus like everyone else. There were three of them and luckily for me Amy and I rode the same one and she got picked up first, so she'd saved a seat next to her for me.
"What?" I smiled back, sitting down with a little whumph on the seat.
"Somebody likes you." Amy was all giggly and I gave her a look.
"What's that mean?"
"What do you mean, what's it mean?" She looked at me like I was from Mars. "Duh! A boy likes you..."
"A boy likes me?" I blinked at that.
"...and I know which one."
"How do you know?" I asked, looking around, but nobody was really paying attention to us.
It was noisy anyway cause the little kids liked to fool around in the back, but the afternoons were worse. Even so, the bus driver liked to yell a lot. He was kind of old and grumpy in the mornings and he'd threaten to stop the bus and throw everyone off in the middle of nowhere if we didn't settle down. I think all bus drivers are like that though and nobody paid much attention to him.
"Cause I heard it from Paula." Amy nodded and I wasn't sure who Paula was. "And she heard it from Beth and Beth knows everything about everybody."
"She does?" I swallowed hard at that and glanced down instinctively, which really made Amy laugh.
"Oh, not that." She nudged me with her shoulder. "You know what I mean."
"Oh." I nodded quickly. "So, um, who likes me?"
"Guess." Amy was loving this, I could tell and I really gave her a face then.
"I can't guess, Amy!" I said. "I don't even know anybody!"
"Yeah you do." She laughed. "I swear, you know who he is."
"Great, um..." I sighed, trying to think of all the boys I'd met over the last four schooldays.
"You'll never guess!" Amy was torturing me now.
"What?" I felt totally confused. "Then how am I gonna guess? God! Just tell me!"
"No way!" Amy shook her head. "It's better this way, you can find out if he's gonna say anything to you or not."
"What? Amy!" I pouted. "What difference does it make if you tell me or not?"
"Well, you might say something to him! Duh!" She nudged me again. "You don't wanna spoil it, do you?"
"Spoil what?" I frowned at her. "That's not fair."
"Yeah it is." She nodded happily. "You'll see."
It was kind of fun, I had to admit, and exciting too, if Amy was right. Knowing some boy liked me was nice, but then it sort of depended on which boy it was too. I mean obviously I'd seen some boys I wanted to like me a lot and I'd seen others that I didn't think I'd ever want to know at all. Now I'd be walking around looking at every boy I saw, wondering if he was the one who liked me or not, and trying to make up my mind if I was going to like him back if he was, which he probably wouldn't be. That wasn't going to be good at all and it was already confusing me, obviously.
Plus, and this was kind of a big deal too, I was only thirteen years old. It didn't matter if a boy liked me or not, it wasn't like my parents were going to let me go out on a date. I mean yeah, we could maybe hang out at school or something, be almost like boyfriend and girlfriend, but even that wouldn't be really good cause the teachers looked for that stuff, or so I'd heard. Maybe when I was like fifteen, or sixteen more likely, then my mom and dad would let me go out on a date, but being in seventh grade like I was? No way.
Still...A boy did like me. It made me sort of hot and tingly, you know? I looked at my clothes, just some clean jeans and a pink sweater, and I wished I'd worn a dress or at least some nicer pants. I had a pair of red hip huggers that were insanely cool. My mom thought they were a bit much, but all the kids wore them in Atlanta. I should have worn them and shown off my butt a little, cause I had a pretty nice one anyway and my jeans were more baggy than tight, with a daisy on the back left pocket. They were like little kid jeans and I frowned at that too.
"Hey new girl." Josh said, just like he had every morning since the first day of school.
"Hi." I gave him a smile just like I always did, sighing inwardly because he was so seriously big and handsome and it would have been so nice if he was the boy who liked me.
Josh was a senior though, eighteen years old already, and I knew the boy who liked me was going to be someone my own age, or maybe a year older. Two years at the absolute most, a ninth grader, and that would be pretty cool too. Some of those ninth grade boys were petty cute, especially the Caparis twins, Jamie and Tracy. It would be crazy cool if they liked me, twin sixteen year old brothers, and I felt my penis growing hard then and I crossed my legs quickly, trapping my dick between them as I sat there.
The whole morning was like that too. I would sit through my classes hardly hearing a word my teachers were saying and just looking around, checking out all the boys, and my dick was aching. It never went soft at all. I swear, I thought if I didn't rub it against something pretty soon, I was gonna hurt something down there. I didn't know the how or why exactly, but my hard penis was driving me a little crazy. The best I could do was sort of rub it with my hand in my pocket sometimes, but that was awkward when I was sitting down, and when I was standing up all I could do was try and hide it.
I thought maybe if I went to the bathroom it might help, cause sometimes my cock was really hard and aching just because I had to pee kind of bad, like in the mornings when I woke up. But when I went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet I couldn't even point my penis down into the toilet bowl. It was too big and long and hard and I knew I didn't really have to pee anyway, it was a dumb idea, but it did feel good to let it out of my panties for a couple minutes anyway. I'd squeeze it a little, and that just made it swell up even more. My little hand wouldn't even go all the way around it and I decided just before lunch that I was going to have to ask my mom about it, because this couldn't be normal. My dick was hard for three hours straight and my panties were soaked with that clear stuff that was leaking out of the tip.
I'd about given up on trying to figure out which boy liked me, too. It seemed like everyone was treating me the same. I couldn't tell anything from the way some of the boys looked at me, or most of them really, because they all were, and that was a little weird. Probably it was just my imagination, although I wasn't imagining things when I found a lot of boys changing seats whenever they could, or sort of shuffling their desks and chairs once in awhile as if to get closer to me. I had no idea what that was about and even some of the girls were giving me funny looks.
Still, nobody passed me a note or anything. None of the boys really said anything out of the ordinary, just the usual hi and hello and what's up, that kind of thing. Amy just giggled and smiled a lot, so she wasn't helping and I figured I'd just have to beg her to tell me during lunch. It was totally unfair and she'd been playing with me all morning, so that was enough.
"Hey again." Josh smiled at me as I was getting my lunch out of my locker.
He was running a hand through his short brown hair and smiling down at me, because Josh was so tall and big, with real broad shoulders and kind of a rugged, outdoor face that was way, way handsome. He just looked strong everywhere, but his deep brown eyes were soft and warm and smiling. I thought he was about the best looking boy at school and from what I'd gathered so far during my first week, a lot of other girls thought so too.
"Hi." I kind of squeaked, cause he'd surprised me.
"Can I sit with you during lunch today?" He asked like that was almost reasonable or something.
"Sit with me?" I swallowed hard.
"Yeah." He nodded and held up a small knapsack. "Don't worry, I have my own lunch and everything."
"Oh." I giggled at his joke and the amazing thing was that I was so nervous suddenly, I forgot all about my penis being hard and it actually went soft. That was probably because all the good feelings down there, all the aches and throbs, had gone straight up to my heart or something.
People kind of looked at us, other girls mostly and they were looking more at Josh than at me, but me too and wondering why a senior like him would be walking with a thirteen year old seventh grader like me, and then a few minutes later sitting under a tree outside on the cool grass. I saw Amy and I knew she'd been planning on sitting with me like she did everyday, but when she saw Josh next to me, all my friend did was smile big and give me an unmistakable nod and I was already figuring out, or at least hoping, that Josh was the boy who liked me. But I was pretty scared to even imagine that.
We sat pretty close together too, side by side, not across from each other, so I found myself watching Josh out of the corner of my eye more than anything else. My stomach was so tight right then I didn't think I could eat anything, but I did, taking small bites out of my sandwich, or munching on a carrot stick slowly. We were quiet for a little bit, five minutes maybe, and I wondered if Josh was waiting me for me to say something, but I couldn't think of anything to say at all. So I just sat there feeling hot all over.
"You smell really great." Josh finally said, and he was eating slowly too.
"I do?" I almost laughed because that seemed like a funny thing for him to say.
"Yeah." He looked at me and then laughed softly. "Shoot. That sounds weird, huh? I just mean you smell...Nice."
"Thanks." I giggled and I could feel my face turning red. "You smell nice too." But really he didn't smell like much at all to me right then.
"I think you're the prettiest girl in school, Jenny." Josh said a minute later.
"You do?" I blinked and then I really had to look at him, just because I was so afraid he was teasing me.
"Yeah." He smiled back at me. "I lived here my whole life and I've never seen a girl who looks like you do."
"Well..." I looked down shyly.
"I mean, as beautiful as you." He was making fun of himself. "I know nobody looks like you, um...You make me kind of..."
"What?" I could barely talk because my heart was in my throat.
"...Nervous." He laughed.
"I make you nervous?" I made a face like I didn't believe him; couldn't he see I was practically dying?
"Just...I want you to like me." He shrugged. "I probably sound kind of dumb, huh?"
"No." I shook my head and I didn't know what I was doing. "I like you a lot."
"You do?" He sucked his top lip a little, like he was trying to believe me. "I really like you too, Jen."
"Okay." I could barely breathe right then.
"Okay." Josh smiled and we sat there being very quiet for five minutes at least, now that we'd sorted that out.
"Do you have a...a girlfriend?" I asked finally, just because I had to.
"No." Josh was looking right into my eyes. "Not since I saw you."
"Oh." I closed my eyes for a second, trying figure out what that meant.
"I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend." He asked and I was suddenly aware of his finger, just one of them, kind of rubbing my thigh, moving back and forth slowly across my jeans and I was staring at it.
"Yeah...Oh, um, I mean...I don't know." I felt like I was going to throw up, but not because I was feeling sick or anything, I was just too...Excited. Too nervous.
"You don't know?" Josh chuckled and I was flushed, feeling silly and I just watched his hand, more fingers rubbing the denim of my pants now.
"I mean, I have to ask my mom and dad, you know?" I winced because that made me sound like a little kid.
"Well, yeah." He nodded. "I know."
"You do?" I looked up at him and he wasn't making fun of me.
"Well, yeah, probably your dad wants to meet me." He shrugged.
"Oh."
"I had girlfriends before." He was really touching me now, sliding his whole hand up and down my left thigh slowly and I liked it so much my penis was getting hard again.
"Yeah, so um..." I was afraid to move and I really hoped my cock would stay sort of stuck between my thighs like it was.
"So their dads always wanted to talk." Josh shrugged. "It's a parent thing around here."
"Around here, yeah..." I was smiling into his face and nodding, but he could have been speaking Japanese for all I knew.
"You know, it's a small town." Josh was saying. "Probably where you're from they don't do that, huh?"
"Atlanta?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I never had a boyfriend before...I mean..."
"Can I be your first one then?" Josh asked and somehow we were leaning closer, like our shoulders were touching because I was sitting up and Josh was sort of slid down even with me, and he was so handsome and...
"Yeah." I said, but probably he couldn't hear me because right then he was kissing me.
I thought for sure I was dying. My heart stopped and my lungs wouldn't work and I couldn't feel my fingers or my toes or anything. I just felt Josh's soft lips touching mine and they were warm and gentle. It was like kissing a cloud, I thought. I closed my eyes and he kissed me for so long it seemed like a split second before it was over.
"Wow." Josh smiled at me, licking his lips and I just nodded because my brain wasn't working right.
He was squeezing my thigh now, not hard or anything, in fact it probably barely counted as a squeeze at all, but it felt so good I wanted him to squeeze me like that all over and a little shiver went through me.
"It's Friday," Josh was saying, "would you like to go out with me? Just over to the Dairy Queen after dinner?"
"The Dairy Queen?" I asked, buying time.
"Well, there isn't much else around here." Josh smiled. "Everybody kind of hangs out there."
"Uh, yeah." I nodded. "If I can..."
"I'll pick you up, okay? I'll ask your dad if it's alright for me to take you out." Josh sounded like he'd gone out with a lot of girls, but that didn't matter. He was asking me out now.
"Okay." I nodded, taking a ragged breath because it was hard to remember how to breathe. "Um...Do you know where I live?"
"Of course." Josh gave my thigh another squeeze. "Everybody knows where everybody lives around here."
"Oh, yeah." I was biting my bottom lip and we were so close I could feel his breath on my cheeks when he talked.
"Can I kiss you again, Jenny?" He asked softly and I swallowed hard and nodded.
This time Josh put his arm around my shoulders and I found my hand pressing against his chest for some reason. Not to push the boy away, but just to...Something. I didn't know. I felt like I was falling into a hole, but it was warm and soft at the bottom. His kiss was like magic and I gasped when I felt the tip of his tongue tickling my lips. I'd heard of French kissing, yeah, but this was only my second kiss ever and coming like two minutes after the first. I was scared, so I kept my lips closed and Josh didn't mind. He teased me briefly, licking across my lips and then pulling back slowly.
"I'm sorry." I breathed.
"For what?" Josh wasn't moving his arm and he held me against him like it was the most natural thing in the world and I felt so small right then.
"For not, um...not knowing how to kiss." I giggled nervously, watching his face to see if Josh was disappointed in me or anything.
"You kiss great." He smiled. "You don't have to worry about that."
"Really?" I couldn't help but smile and Josh nodded seriously.
"Yeah, really." He was kind of squeezing my shoulder lightly and I thought I was melting.
"All right, you two..." One of the teachers, an older woman, was shaking her head. "...Don't you think she's a little young for you, Josh?"
"Uh...Hi, Mrs. Blever." Josh turned a little red and let me go as I sat up straight, my own skin burning with embarrassment and not a little fear.
"Don't you hi me, I saw what you were doing. Let's go, principal's office you two." She sounded kind of mad, staring at the both of us and I thought I was going to cry suddenly.
"Aw, come on Mrs. Blever we were just talking." Josh said. "Don't get Jennifer in trouble; it was my fault, not hers."
"It takes two to tango, Josh." The woman shook her head.
"I'm sorry." I said quickly. "I won't do it again, I promise. I didn't know..."
"Please, Mrs. Blever?" Josh was standing up now. "I promise, it won't happen again."
"Well..." The woman looked at me and her eyes softened a little. "...Don't let these boys take advantage of you, okay? Especially this one." She looked at Josh. "I'll be keeping an eye on you."
"I'll be good." Josh said without smiling. "Thank you, Mrs. Blever."
"Thank you." I said softly and the teacher gave us a little nod and walked away slowly.
"Oh God, I'm going to be in trouble." I blinked because my eyes really were a little wet.
"Nah." Josh sat back down and rubbed my shoulder gently. "Mrs. Blever just likes to give everyone a hard time. She's kinda senile."
"Really?" I looked at Josh and he nodded.
"Yeah, ask anybody." He grinned. "I swear, she always says stuff like that and all you have to do is promise not to do it again."
"But what if she tells the principal or..."
"She won't." Josh was laughing. "You'll see, she's harmless. The one you have to watch out for is Mr. Irving, cause he's pretty weird."
"He is?" Mr. Irving was my math teacher, well, everyone's math teacher, and I had him for class right after lunch. He seemed pretty okay to me.
"Yeah." Josh nodded. "If he catches you doing something he'll spank you."
"What?" I stared at Josh for a second and then laughed. "He does not."
"I swear, he does." Josh said. "Especially girls, but boys too. He thinks it's better to get spanked than go to the principal's office."
"Doesn't he get in trouble for that?" I asked, cause everyone knows teachers can't spank their students, at least not anyplace I ever lived before.
"Not around here." Josh shrugged. "But he's been a teacher forever so he spanked just about everybody's parents too, so they already know what he's like."
"Oh...No way!" I giggled, refusing to believe that.
"Yeah way!" Josh insisted happily. "But you're new so...I don't know, probably he won't spank you."
"Well, I'm not gonna get in trouble anyway." I decided. "So I'll never have to find out."
"Oh yeah?" Josh grinned. "You never get in trouble?"
"Nope." I stuck out my tongue. "Not until I met you."
"Oh, I see. You're gonna be one of those girlfriends always blaming me, huh?"
"Am I?" I giggled and only barely realized how relaxed I suddenly felt, as if having Mrs. Blever give me a little scare was a good thing somehow.
"You're seriously cute when you tease me." Josh told me and we were sitting close again.
"Mmmm...Maybe I'll tease you a lot then." I smiled. "Since you love it so much."
"I love you." Josh said and then he stole a kiss, just as the bell was ringing, and all I could do was stare at him.
End of Part 02
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