The Agreement
13 Amendment
“THE POINTS OF THE AGREEMENT are officially open for discussion,” I laughed, pounding my fist on the floor like it was a gavel. “How’s it working?”
“I was a little skeptical at first,” Lionel said. “Jackson and Derek really tried to convince me that it wouldn’t work and that the first time some cracker laid a hand on Denise or Sugar I’d explode. I really wanted to be a part of it, though. You guys went way beyond making us all feel welcome at St. Joe Valley. There’s only like a couple dozen black kids at our school because of the way the district line is drawn. Denise is open enrolled. I heard what Brian did when he took Denise home from their date and I was ashamed. I couldn’t have faced those gang-bangers down.”
“You?” Carl said. “I’m ashamed that I just left Denise off at the sidewalk and didn’t walk her to her door. I’m sorry for that, Denise. We had a really good time right up till then.”
“I never intended that you all had to abide by what I did,” I said. “My mom told me when I took Cassie to Brenda’s party—that first time you guys set us up—I was always to go to the door to pick up my date and always to walk her to her door at the end. She said, even if I had a lousy time I had to do that. It was an unwritten rule.”
“I think we all still follow unwritten rules,” Brenda said. “It’s pretty much like Mercedes said. We expect other people to just know. It’s not fair.”
“Well, it’s fair if we all know them and follow the same rules,” Rhiannon said. “Like just because I hold your hand doesn’t mean I’m ready for you to kiss me.”
“Or that I’ll kiss on the first date,” Rose said. “Though with this group it’s hard to tell if it’s the first date. I only use that when I date outside the group.”
“We all talked about the language we use for giving permission,” Liz said. “It always starts with ‘I give you explicit permission…’ We girls talk about that a lot, I guess.”
“That’s another unwritten rule, I guess,” I said. “I never talk about personal things that happen between me and my date—with anyone. I guess you girls know just about everything, though.”
“I learned my lesson in sixth grade,” Carl said. Brenda bared her teeth at him and then they both laughed.
“So maybe we should write down the unwritten rules,” Rose suggested. “You know, I don’t feel comfortable even thinking about allowing anyone outside our group the same… uh… liberties that I might allow someone in the group. It feels like I’m being unfaithful to my boyfriends and girlfriends. I’d rather a boy become a member before I feel… I don’t know. Like I can trust him.”
“I still feel like if I… put out a little for one boy in our group, I should do the same for all the others,” Samantha said. “Do we have to?”
“Absolutely not!” Hannah said, grabbing Samantha in a fierce hug. “I’d never be a part of this group if I thought that I had to kiss every boy here just because I kissed Courtney.” That shut everyone up. You could see the range of expressions change on everyone as different understandings of what Hannah said dawned on them. Finally, Courtney started giggling and the rest of us broke up in fits. I shushed everyone so the parental units didn’t decide the ‘meeting’ had gone on long enough.
“Okay, so how about if we start compiling a list of the unwritten rules. I think they are mostly things that will apply to individuals instead of the whole group. One girl might not kiss on first dates, another might expect it. It’s mostly important that we understand them. Are there any rules in the agreement that aren’t working or that we need to clarify?”
“I have a question,” Jennifer said. She took a deep breath, which did wonderful things for the braless rack under her pajama top. “The thing about penetration. Um… does that include oral sex?”
“You mean blow-jobs?” Carl asked stunned.
“I was thinking cunnilingus, but I suppose blow-jobs count, too.”
“Uh, I get really scared about either of those,” Liz said. I could see she was struggling. “I can hardly stop myself when I… when someone… I can’t say this. I’d never be able to have oral sex without wanting to fuck.”
“I can’t say that the idea of having a boy’s cock in my mouth thrills me right at the moment, but I’d probably do it if he was licking me,” Brenda said.
“As a person who has done both—before joining this group—let me tell you that it’s sex,” Candace said. “Some of my friends figure that oral sex isn’t really sex and they just do it to relieve each other. I wanted out of that scene. You can’t have a boy’s come in your mouth and not think you’re having sex with him.”
“We should probably let the girls set the rules on things like this,” Doug said.
“Hell, no,” Rose said. “We’d be fucking all the time!” That really threw Doug. “You guys can’t possibly think that we don’t want to have sex and experiment and find out what it’s all like. I’m sick of always being told it’s my responsibility to set the boundaries. Why isn’t it your responsibility?” I looked at Hannah and she seemed to be simply listening and considering what everyone had to say.
“Uh… I don’t talk about what happens on my dates. And I’m not going to talk about anyone in particular,” I said. “Let me just say that sometimes it seems like we’re trying to see how far we can go. I feel, like… rushed. I mean, I love it. Sometimes I think, though, that I wished it was this or that particular girl that I’d done that with first instead of just being wrapped up in the moment. I think that’s what I feel about oral sex. I don’t want to fall into it because we’re hot and heavy and give each other permission. I really want to think about who I have any kind of sexual relations with. We only get one first of anything. Who do you want it with?”
“You’re right, Brian,” Liz said. “I tried to get you to go further than you wanted because I didn’t care. I just wanted the feeling. You wanted the right girl. I’m sorry.” I stood up and walked past Rose, Denise, and Carl to kneel in front of Liz. I held out my arms and she hugged me.
“I promised I’d always be there for you, Liz,” I whispered in her ear.
“But it meant more when you promised you’d always do what’s right. Just… uh… don’t make it so you can’t give me an orgasm? Please?” Once again, it seemed that the responsibility was being dropped in my lap. I sat back down between Rose and Sugar and they each squeezed an arm.
“What should we do, Brian?” Brenda asked when I was settled. “Just talking about this stuff makes my panties wet and I can’t think straight. You always know what to do. Do you want to eat me? Now? I’ll give you permission right here in front of everyone.”
Holy fuck. Everyone was frozen. Did I want to eat out Brenda? In a heartbeat! Was it what’s right? Who the fuck jammed this ridiculous sense of morals down my throat? The answer was there.
Jessica. We’d explored and taught each other, but there was always something besides exploring each other’s bodies. We did it in love. Stupid age difference and careers and why isn’t she home from Europe when I need her really bad? Shit. I felt a tear run down my cheek.
“I… uh… think… I know there have been times I’ve been with girls in this room when they had an orgasm.”
“Oh. No fair,” Whitney sighed. “I’m sorry. That just slipped out.”
“And you all know that boys are pretty easy and I’ve messed my pants when I’ve been on a date. It’s exciting and thrilling and I just want to take the girl in my arms and love her and tell her how much she means to me. Dad says our orgasms have words and talk for us. I guess that’s part of it, but it feels so fucking good. And it’s so fucking scary.”
“Brian and I almost lost our virginity this summer,” Liz said. “He would never tell you that because he never talks about what happens on a date. But he stopped us from going all the way. I was so frustrated. I just wanted to feel him pumping inside me. I didn’t care about whether I was in love. I didn’t care that I could get pregnant. I didn’t care about Brian.” Liz started crying and Rose reached over and kissed the tears off my cheek. “But Brian stopped us. The next day I realized what I’d done and I was so thankful that he was there and stopped me. Would you, Lionel? Carl? Doug?” The guys all hung their heads. In spite of the emotion, I knew they all had erections just from listening to what she said. “He just said it wasn’t right, even when I was lying naked on my back with my legs spread. Oh, he made me come. I thought I’d rocketed into the night and would land on the moon. And he came, too. Gobs. But he’s the only person I trust to know when we should put on the brakes. Brian, you’ve got to tell us now. How do we control it?”
“Shit.” Rose and Sugar continued to cuddle next to me and stroke my arm with their hands and their cheeks. Brenda moved behind me and was hugging me around the waist with her head against my back and I could feel how wet it was. “Um… I’d like to amend rule number four, the ‘no-penetration’ clause,” I said. “I don’t want us to lose the sensation and the closeness that we can experience. Liz, I want to do that again and again. It was awesome! Here’s what I think we should do for safety. We should rewrite the clause so it says no skin-to-skin genital touching. God! If it meant that we didn’t rub up against each other when we kissed, I’d kill myself. That’s why I’m saying ‘skin-to-skin.’ That includes hands, mouths, butts or anything where skin is touching the boy’s cock or the girls— What the fuck do you girls call your pussies?” Everybody laughed.
“Jill,” Samantha squeaked. We all laughed again.
“Anyway, it means that you can’t say, ‘I give you explicit permission to touch me anywhere on my body, outside or inside my clothes.’ And if your partner says it, you still have to not go inside a girl’s panties or a guy’s briefs. You can’t finger her pussy, inside her clothes, or his bare cock. That makes oral sex off-limits. God! I can’t believe I’m saying this. I dream of doing this. If you agree, I guess we’ll all suffer together.”
“Excuse me?” Candace said. She came and knelt in front of me looking me in the eye. “How long is this rule in effect?”
“Until we change it in the group. Candace, honey, most of us are freshmen or sophomores. You are three years ahead of us. We don’t expect you or Renee to abide by our high school rules when you are off at college.”
“That means I wouldn’t be a part of the group anymore. We’ll see. Permission to kiss you, sir?” she asked sweetly.
“Granted.” It was just a little kiss, but it broke the tension.
“Sorry, guys,” Denise said. “I know you were all hoping for a blow job.”
“It’s you girls I feel sorry for,” Carl said. “My brother got a porn film he let me see and I’ve been thinking about muff-diving ever since.” Everybody laughed. I glanced over toward Jennifer and Courtney. They were looking into each other’s eyes and I thought they were both going to cry. Damn! They were going to suffer because of my rules. They nodded at each other and smiled. Jennifer reached for Courtney’s hand.
I woke up at my usual and figured I’d better go take care of the horses and then start breakfast for my friends. We’d ended up much the same way we’d slept at the dude ranch, in small groups with everyone’s head toward the center. I was on my back. My right arm was around Sugar, whose plump round ass was pressed against my side. She was holding my hand against her breast. It was being squeezed from the back by Brenda’s breast, pressed tight against Sugar. On my left, Rose was lying half on me and half off with her hand under my pajama shirt and on my chest. Her leg was lying on top of my hard cock. I started to extract my arm from Sugar and Brenda. Rose slithered up my frame so her face was near my ear. In the process, her silk-clad thigh moved up and down my cock.
“Do you want to come, lover?” she asked. Oh, what an offer.
“No, love. Not this morning,” I said, wishing I was a mute. “When we’re alone. I don’t want to start a mass orgy.”
“Thank you for last night. For everything.” When we’d finally settled down and started drifting off to sleep, Rose had rubbed herself against my thigh until she came. She was so wet that her silky clothes felt almost like it was her bare pussy.
“Anything for my girlfriend,” I said as I kissed her softly. “I really have to get up now. Why don’t you go back to sleep?”
“Okay. Move so I can cuddle Sugar.” I slid out from between the girls, grabbed my clothes and went down to the bathroom. I came out dressed and found Hannah waiting for me, already dressed and in her boots.
“Horses?” she said brightly.
“I love the fact that you get up early,” I said as soon as we were out in the cold crisp air of the morning.
“I like it. It’s a kind of special time for us because everyone else is asleep. Someday it will be when we make love before any of our other lovers wake up.”
I was pretty sure I was still dreaming.
“I know why you like to sleep between Jennifer and Courtney or Samantha,” Hannah said brightly as I handed hay down from the loft. “They’ve got really big pillows.”
“Whose big pillows did you wake up to?” I laughed. I had great memories of waking up between Courtney and Jennifer. And between Hannah and Samantha for that matter.
“Samantha was on my left and Jennifer was on my right and they each had a big breast lying on top of my little ones. And they each had a hand on the other’s butt.”
“Your breasts aren’t that little,” I said, imagining Samantha’s and Jennifer’s pressed against them. “They’re about the same size as Samantha’s.”
“Samantha and Jennifer are hot.”
“You liked it?”
“Yeah, but I mean I didn’t need a blanket. They were hot!” We laughed and talked our way through brushing the horses while they ate. We put our arms around each other as we walked back to the house.
“Mom! You don’t have to be up cooking for us. I said I’d do it.” We walked into the kitchen to find Mom and Anna making breakfast and Dad drinking coffee and reading the paper.
“Anna had this great recipe that she told me about for baked French toast. We went out right after we got back from the hayride and got bread and eggs. We cut up the rest of the apples. I’m sure you’ll love this. We are adult women and know how to cook.”
“Mom, I’m sorry. Do I take away from your enjoyment of the kitchen by cooking so much?”
“No, honeybunch, but sometimes a mother likes to surprise her son. Now go start getting your girlfriends and boyfriends up. I want to have them fed before their parents get here.”
“I’ll take him home with me,” Anna said. “If he cooks as much and as well as you say it doesn’t seem like sacrificing my daughter to him would be too big a problem.” She and Mom laughed. I glanced over at Dad and he rolled his eyes. I poured a cup of coffee for Hannah and one for myself and we went up to wake our family.
Someday it will be when we make love before any of our other lovers wake up. What the hell was she talking about?
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