Deadly Chemistry
11 High Risk
WE GOT BACK HOME late Sunday afternoon. It was the first day of January. A new year. New challenges. New friends. And about fifty phone messages. Mom started writing them down and then hung up the phone.
“Brian, it sounds like these messages are all for you. You write them down and let us know if there are any for us, okay honeybunch? Dad and I are going out for a while. In fact, we probably won’t be back until tomorrow sometime. Don’t even ask to go along. Jennifer and Courtney are with Jen’s dad in Indianapolis. There should be enough food in the freezer to last you. Behave.”
Mom and Dad were out the door and in the car like a flash. All the way home from Chicago they were complaining about how tired they were, but neither of them appeared to be too tired to drive to Kokomo and be with Anna. I had to admit, having the house to myself for the night kind of re-energized me, too. And I knew exactly where I wanted my energy spent. The messages could wait until I made a call.
Elaine arrived with a small overnight bag an hour later. I’d finished listening to all the messages. There was one from each person in the group, some of which had rather explicit suggestions about what the New Year could bring. Added to that, about every third message was from either Miss Polly or Harvey, the producer, talking about what a success the Christmas special was and how many recipes they’d sent out. Then they started in on the kinds of things they’d like me to prepare that would go along with themes that would be presented on the show each week. There were typical things revolving around holidays like Presidents’ Day, Valentine’s Day, and Easter. Others were themed with different foods, like National Beef Producers Week.
After each call I got from a girlfriend, I called her back and invited her over the next day for a ‘family’ get-together. Too bad I wouldn’t have the salmon yet. I finally hung up the phone when Elaine pulled into the drive and realized I hadn’t even carried my suitcase up to my room yet. Elaine was in my arms as soon as her car door opened. Oh man! My fireball was hot. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her feet never touched the ground as I carried her and her overnight bag to the house.
“I don’t think I can manage the stairs with you in my arms,” I laughed. I started to put her down and she just clamped her legs tighter around my waist.
“Chair,” she said and then sought my lips with hers again. I dropped the bag and carried Elaine to the big chair in the family room where she curled up in my lap and kept kissing me. “Everything, Brian. I give you permission for everything.” Shit! Elaine and I were both over seventeen. ‘Everything’ was… everything. Was I ready?
As soon as that permission was granted, we slowed down. We knew that whatever happened would happen and we didn’t need to rush it. I slowly and deliberately unbuttoned Elaine’s shirt. That was all it took to have her freckled little tits exposed as she hadn’t bothered with a bra. Well, Elaine’s tits weren’t all that small. In fact, I thought they were bigger than the last time I saw them like this. She had tiny nipples, but the breast was full and firm. I caressed her and looked into her eyes with a raised eyebrow.
“I went on the pill,” she said. “They hurt for a couple months after I started, but I got half a cup out of it. What do you think?”
“Elaine, I’ve always thought you were perfect from the first day I met you. My opinion hasn’t changed. You’re perfect.”
“Sweet talker. My little nips still like to be kissed and sucked. In fact, they might be more sensitive than ever. Why don’t you check?” I did and Elaine squirmed in my arms as she undid the buttons on my shirt. As soon as we could manage it, our bare chests were pressed together as we kissed and worked on the belts and zippers of our pants.
“I want to eat you, Elaine. I want to taste the honey of your pussy and push my tongue in and out of you.”
“Yes. Yes.” I shifted around and Elaine sank into the chair as I knelt in front of her, removing her shoes, her slacks, and her panties. Her trim red bush parted to the intrusion of my tongue and she was over the edge the first time as soon as I licked her button. From there on it was an ebb and flow of her juices on my tongue as she rose to her peak again and again. My cock was straining at my trousers as I continued my ministrations, inserting one and then two fingers deep inside her as I thought this might be the day. She might be the one. Am I okay with that? I love her. Am I cheating someone else from being my first? The questions kept rising and I kept pushing them back. I’d never intended that Elaine be my first. But here she was, naked and giving me permission to go all the way.
She pushed me back on the floor and tried to catch her breath. She collapsed back on the chair, her pussy open to my view. I looked at it and thought, Here. Here is where I will bury my cock for the first time. Only not here. I didn’t want my first time to be in my father’s recliner. It was one thing to kiss and make out, but there was already a wet spot on the chair under Elaine’s butt. I stood up and offered her my hand. She smiled at me and stood. We gathered our clothes and I picked up both our suitcases and followed her bare ass up to my room. Oh God! So beautiful.
When I tossed our bags down, she pushed my pants and underwear to my ankles and I stepped out of them and we embraced, our naked bodies fully pressed together as we kissed.
“Elaine…”
“I know, Brian. I long for you so much. I ache inside wanting to feel you. Let me hold you in my mouth now so I can feel you come and taste what my pussy longs for.”
I sat on my bed and Elaine knelt before me, much the way I’d knelt before her downstairs. My cock jerked as she licked it all the way from behind my scrotum to the tip. I was already on the edge from eating her, but she took painstaking care to drag the sensation out. When my cockhead started to swell in her mouth, she pulled back and held the base firmly until the sensation passed, then she began at my balls and started the process over again. She began to whisper to me.
“Oral sex is sex, Brian. I welcome your cock into my body. I welcome it as far in as I can take you so that your seed will splash against my innermost reaches. I love you with my mouth and my whole body. And I promise again the promise I made to you the first time. We might not always be lovers, but I will always love you. Always, Brian. Always.” She sucked my cock practically down her throat and I saw stars as I came. She choked slightly but didn’t let me withdraw. If anything, she pulled me in deeper. And when I was spent, she pulled back and gasped. My cock started to deflate, temporarily sated, as she crawled up my body and lay beside me on the bed, holding me as we both came down.
“I have a present for you,” I said. She reached down to grasp my flaccid cock.
“Not yet, you don’t,” she giggled.
“Not that. I mean a Christmas present.”
“But we aren’t supposed to…”
“Shh. I got special permission for this one.” I levered myself out of bed and went to my desk where I’d left the last two boxes of truffles—one for Elaine and one for Hannah.
Only one was there.
Hannah’s box of chocolate was gone. A scrap of paper lay where the box had been. A note said simply ‘Thank you.’ A little heart was drawn beside it.
I woke up cradled in Elaine’s arms. I was naked. She held my head against her bare breast and I turned to face the nipple and sucked greedily—a baby starved for the milk of human kindness. She rocked me and sang to me.
Hannah had been here while I was in fucking Seattle! She’d come to see me.
The house had been locked, but all my girlfriends knew where we kept the key over the side door to the garage. She had come to see me and I’d missed her. Or perhaps she’d deliberately come while I was gone. There had been one message on the phone that was a hang-up. Of course, I’d deleted it. I went back to sleep, still sucking on Elaine’s nipple. What a baby!
We didn’t bother with food. We went down to wash and brush our teeth and use the toilet. We hardly said anything. Elaine cuddled me in bed until I fell asleep again around ten. My internal clock said it was only seven in Seattle, but I was so emotionally exhausted that I adjusted back to Indiana time all at once.
I woke at my usual four-thirty. All I could think of to whisper to Hannah was “I love you.” Elaine stirred in my arms. We were spooned together and my hard cock—traitor to my better sense—was pressed between her thighs. I could feel her lubrication dripping on me. She squeezed enough to let me know she was there, but then we both drifted back to sleep.
When I woke again, Elaine was astride me, rubbing her slit and clit against my erection. I gasped as I felt our joint lubrication flowing. As she slid forward so I was poised at her entrance, I panicked. It had been just like this when I got Hannah pregnant. This very position. Both of us wanting so desperately to feel the other come. I started shaking my head and moaning, “No!” Elaine pulled away immediately and I hugged her to me, our genitals no longer quite touching. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh. It’s okay. I know I’m not the right one for this. I just want you so much, darling. I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you are ready.” When my panic flagged, my cock didn’t. Nor did Elaine’s desires. “Can we continue without going all the way?” she begged. I nodded. She sat up on me pressing my cock flat against my stomach as she resumed rubbing her slit up and down it. My hands gripped her butt cheeks and she caught her lower lip between her teeth as she rose to her climax. Watching her flush, her eyes squint then close, her lips part, and her breath come in ragged gasps that caused her breasts to vibrate, pushed me over the edge and as she flooded my cock with a new batch of slippery juices, I shot between us. She collapsed on me trapping my jets against our stomachs as she continued to slide up and down. I kissed her, thankful for both the release that calmed me and for her respect of my wishes.
How long am I going to last with my girlfriends all wanting the same thing? I wish I had a dozen cocks so I could be a virgin for each of them. Elaine, Rose, Jennifer, and Courtney are all seventeen and all near ready to take me on. Brenda and Carl both turned seventeen in November but decided to wait until Louise turned seventeen in June. Samantha will be seventeen in February, Cassie in January, and Whitney and Liz both in May. Even Nicolette will be seventeen in March. Even though she signed the agreement, I don’t think she has a romantic bone in her body so isn’t a real contender for Brian’s virginity. Am I going to ‘save it’ for Hannah and hope that when I visit her in July for her seventeenth birthday that she is in any way interested?
Just because we’d come, didn’t mean Elaine was done with me. She led me to the shower and nearly drowned me as I ate her under the combined flow of the water and her juices. Then she soaped me and turned her back to me. She ran her soapy hands down her crack making it really slippery and pulled me to her to rub my cock between her cheeks. This wasn’t a passive masturbation even though I got pretty worked up. She was working her butt against me and making sure I stimulated her asshole in a way that reminded me of Courtney. I guess if you aren’t ‘entering’ there, it’s really an erogenous zone for a lot of women. When I finally shot my load, it spattered all over her back from her hairline down. We rinsed and finally made it to the kitchen. We’d skipped dinner last night and had been too busy to eat this morning, so we snacked as much as we talked while we made lunch for our girlfriends and they began to arrive about noon.
I greeted each one with a kiss and hug and bowl of chili. We all just gathered around the kitchen table. We dragged chairs in from the dining room and just used a corner of the table or counter to set our bowls on. Samantha got there first and I just lost myself in her kiss. Whitney and Rose arrived together and each warmed my soul as she melted against me. Even Cassie came in and gave me a warm kiss and hugged me like she was afraid I’d dissolve into thin air or something. Brenda and Rhiannon arrived together. I expected Brenda as she’d pretty much declared herself to be both my girlfriend and Carl’s and was determined to show it. I wasn’t expecting Rhiannon.
“Hey, boyfriend,” she said. “Do you have room for me in your harem?”
“Rhiannon, are you okay? Is everything all right with you and Doug?”
“Yeah. We’re fine, but we’ve been hanging out a lot with Carl, Brenda, and Louise. We like the idea. I have to tell you, so does Doreen. We want Doug, but we want you, too. Can you handle us?” She melted into my arms and asked for a kiss. She returned it with considerably more vigor than I expected. “We might not have sex,” she whispered to me. “But then again, we might.”
Nicolette, Sora, and Liz all arrived together. Again, I was surprised to see Sora. She and Geoff had been pretty much exclusive all year.
“Brian, Geoff needs to talk to you. Please just treat me like everybody else and we’ll explain when we can. It’s different with us. I’m not exactly into being shared. But you need to talk to Geoff.” I was beginning to regret not having invited the guys. I was getting pretty confused. Only Lionel and Josh with Sugar and Denise were unrepresented. Nicolette hugged me and kissed me on each cheek. She looked a little frantic at the crowd in the kitchen and stayed in the doorway after that. Liz, on the other hand, would have taken the clothes off both of us and had me eat her on the kitchen table. With the squirming among the other girls, I think they wouldn’t have minded watching that.
When we’d all eaten, we cleaned up and went into the family room. I could have taken them all upstairs, but I was afraid that would lead to things that might make some of our girlfriends uncomfortable. We all sat on the floor instead of the furniture. I leaned back against the sofa and Liz slid under my right arm. Rose claimed her favorite place between my legs and Samantha wiggled up against my left side. Whitney looked at us and caught Brenda’s eye. The two rushed to the sofa and wedged together behind me. The other girls, new to our circle or just a little shyer, sat in a semi-circle around us. Nikki was at the edge and Elaine was practically lying on top of Rose.
“Just so you all know and there’s no questions,” Elaine said, “yes, I spent the night with Brian. No, we didn’t do it. Brian, as far as I know, is still a virgin. But listen. I offered. And next time we might not be able to hold back. I guess I’m saying that when I go back to Indy tomorrow it’s a good thing. If I was here with you all, I’d start putting the pressure on. That’s all.”
“That’s not quite all,” I said. “We might have gone all the way last night if it weren’t for what I found on my desk. I’m sorry Jen and Court aren’t with us today because they need to know this and I’ll call them tonight. I gave all those of you who I knew were my girlfriends at the time a box of truffles.”
“Yummm!” Whitney moaned. “I still have one left that I’m saving for when I really need it.” There were moans of pleasure all around and a couple of ‘Awws’ from girls I didn’t know were my girlfriends. “There were two boxes left. One was Elaine’s because I didn’t see her before Christmas. The other one, I bought because I couldn’t help myself. I just hoped that I’d somehow manage to get it to Hannah. I went to give Elaine her box of truffles last night and there was only one box there. This note was where the other box had been.” I handed the note to Sam and hugged her as she looked at it.
“She was here? She was here?” Sam started shaking. The note got passed around. Sam buried her face against my chest and cried. This was really hard.
“I don’t know if she expected to find me here or if she knew I wasn’t here. The house was locked up, but you all know where the key is—or most of you do. Hannah does. It isn’t much, but she still loves us. I know she still loves us.”
“You don’t suppose she saw the show Friday morning, do you?” Rose asked as she cuddled closer and kissed Sam on the cheek.
“It’s hard to tell. I found out, though, that the show is syndicated on Public Television, so it might be seen anywhere. I just want you all to know that this has slowed me down a little. Please don’t think that I’m going to make love with each of you the day you turn seventeen. I really want to. Hell, with each of you, including Brenda, Rhiannon, Doreen, Cassie, and Nicolette. We’ve been together now for five years for most of us and longer for several of us. You’ve gotten into my heart and I love you. We’ve got a whole year-and-a-half of high school left. And then, who knows? We can have fun. We can love each other. We can take our time. You should all know that I’m not waiting for Hannah. Not particularly. And I’m not waiting for Heaven to appear again. I still love her, but I would pick any one of you to be my first before her now. I know that all sounds egotistical of me and I’m not expecting any of you to share the exact same feeling or even to want to bed me. I just want you to know the way I feel about you. I wish I could spend a few hours with each of you right now.”
School was back in session in the morning. If anything, after we’d talked for a while Monday afternoon, our cluster got tighter with everyone wanting to be a little closer and to touch each other. Nikki even came around behind the sofa and reached between Whitney and Brenda to touch me. The two girls shifted to give her room without having to touch them and I loved them even more for that.
I still worried about Nikki a lot. She was on a drug cocktail that would kill a horse. She had drugs for control of ADHD, anti-depressants, and anti-psychotics. A lot of times I walked her to her class after she’d been to the school nurse just to make sure she didn’t sit down in the hall and not move. When everything was in balance, she was bright and funny and almost as entertaining as Elaine was. If something was out of whack, she was like a walking zombie and just as likely to eat your brains.
I promised Liz the next episode of ‘Young Cooking’ and a nice long private date afterward. But first we had to face down South Whitley in our Friday night round-ball competition. The varsity smashed them, but we came out on the short end giving us four wins and five losses for the first half of the season. The nice part about this away game was that all the cheerleaders rode the bus with the team so Rose was cuddled up next to me on the way home. Brenda was with Carl and Sora was with Geoff. I loved going home from the games with Rose leaning against me and had a sudden inspiration. When I got home I started my Mac and typed. I called Rose earlier than usual since I had to leave for the studio at nine. I read her my story like I was reading from Forum magazine.
Dear Forum,
My girlfriend Rose is a cheerleader and I play basketball, so we often get to ride the team bus together. Most of the time it’s noisy as guys are too fired up over the game we either won or lost to settle down. But Rose always cuddles up next to me. She is so hot it seems like every bone in my body melts when she sits next to me. Except my cock. It seems to get harder.
I don’t know how we lucked out after this one game, but we got the back seat of the bus. It had been a really tough game and we were both exhausted. It was a long trip home and the bouncing of the bus put us both to sleep.
When I woke up, I had two of the most beautiful breasts in the world cradled in my hands. Rose had her hand on my cock and was just beginning to wake up, too. She reached up and kissed me, giving my cock a little squeeze and then we realized how quiet it was. I looked around and there was no one else on the bus. We’d slid down in the seat while we were sleeping and apparently no one noticed we were still on the bus when the driver parked it in the school bus lot. We panicked and rushed to the front of the bus to open the door. We were relieved to find it opened, but outside it was a downpour. We decided to wait a while until the storm passed.
We went back to our seat and just waited. There was nothing to do, so we sort of started making out. Every time there was a flash of lightning or clap of thunder, Rose would whimper and try to get closer to me. Before long, I had her cheer sweater off and released her magnificent orbs from the harness of her bra. Her nipples just begged to be licked and sucked and I was only too happy to give them what they wanted. While I lashed her sensitive points with my tongue, Rose was busy getting my belt unfastened and the zipper on my jeans down. I let my hand travel down her flat tummy until I reached the waistband of her skirt. I switched my tactic and ran my hand up her leg and under the skirt where I was able to hook her cheer panties with my thumb and drag them down off her slim hips.
Rose was ready. I no more than touched her tender pussy when she jumped with her first orgasm and almost pulled my cock off with the strength of her grip. When she settled down a little I looked into her deep blue eyes and fell in love with my little cheerleader all over again. There was a silent consent as we both knew where this was leading. I leaned back against my gym bag and Rose pulled my jeans and briefs down. She crawled on top of me and I lifted her skirt and helped guide her hot slit to my throbbing cock. She slid against me with her sparsely haired pussy lips, bathing my cock in her juices. I was doing my best to hold back. Then she was there. I was poised at the opening of her vagina and she began to back slowly onto me. I could feel the heat burning inside her as inch-by-inch my cock was consumed. And then I was home.
I’d spent seventeen years waiting for this moment. My whole life was wrapped up in making love to Rose. A flash of lightning outside illuminated her beautiful eyes as she looked longingly at where we were joined and smiled the most glorious smile I’ve ever seen. She moved against me—on me. She lifted until I was almost out of her and then painstakingly lowered herself onto me again. I lifted my head to capture one of those hard little nipples in my lips and her hips moved faster, dragging my cock in and out of her tight, hot pussy. I could feel the pressure building in my balls and the next time Rose slammed herself down on my cock, I held her hips in my hands and exploded into her. My hot come splashing against the lining of her pussy sent her into another ecstatic orgasm.
Neither of us was finished. Rose’s continued gyrations on my cock kept me hard and she rode me to yet another climax for herself before I rolled on the narrow seat with her and began driving myself into her from above. She climaxed three more times before I filled her again.
I know it is hard to believe, but that’s how Rose and I lost our virginity.
There was a point when I was reading that I heard the unmistakable sound of Rose whining in orgasm. I had to stop reading for a moment while I stroked a couple more times and came on my chest and stomach. Then we both started giggling.
“Orbs? I have orbs?”
“Not just orbs. Magnificent orbs. What am I supposed to call them?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she laughed. “Maybe breasts? And what happened to my skirt?”
“What do you mean?”
“As far as I can tell, I never took it off. But then there I was looking down at where we were joined. Why wasn’t the skirt in the way?”
“I… uh… guess I need to rewrite it.”
“No! Oh, Brian, don’t change a word. I loved it. When I imagined myself looking down and seeing us joined with your penis in my vagina, I came. I love you and I love that you actually wrote me a story. I guess that takes care of January. I love you, Brian. I love you and I’m going to spend the rest of the morning touching myself and thinking about looking at my pussy and seeing your cock plunging in and out of me. Think about that while you are doing your taping this morning.”
Crap! I was going to have a hard-on all morning!
The filming with Liz and Miss Polly went well and I was pleased with the chili and bread bowls that I made. It’s what I’d practiced on the girlfriends on Monday. A hearty meal for those cold winter nights. After the taping, Liz and I went to the barn at home. We didn’t even come into the house. We could hardly wait to get undressed in the hayloft, no matter how cold it was and after kissing and holding each other for a while to get warmed up, she rolled on top of me with her pussy on my mouth and my cock in hers. I don’t think we set a new record for number of orgasms in an hour, but by the end of it we were exhausted and cuddled together as I told her over and over how much I loved her.
I was going crazy at school. We were in semester finals. With the new schedule there were only two weeks of the first semester left when we got back after the break. So, we were frantically studying and trying to remember everything we’d forgotten over the vacation. I had basketball practice after school and I still had to prepare my cooking show for Saturday’s taping. I was taking Brenda for this one and had decided to start letting my dates in on what I was cooking so they could be more involved. I was confident that Brenda would enjoy helping with the lasagna this week.
I missed seeing Nikki in class on Tuesday but didn’t think anything about it as I walked to the lunchroom. Until I heard a scream. A freshman girl went tearing past me yelling, “She’s going to jump!” I just knew who she meant and took off running to the atrium.
Our school has two floors and there’s a center atrium with a balcony on the second floor running around it. Nikki was balanced on the railing and the school nurse was standing nearby pleading with her. Nikki was screaming mostly nonsense about everyone wanting to kill her and she’d show them. I got to the atrium just as Coach Hancock showed up. We looked up at her teetering as she walked back and forth on the railing.
“Coach, if…”
“If she jumps, she’ll never touch the floor. I promise you, Brian. Go!” I lit out for the stairs as Coach positioned himself in her path, moving back and forth at the same pace she was.
“Nikki, don’t!” I called to her as I rounded the top of the stairs. “Please, sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“What do you care? You hate me, too! I hate you all! I’ll kill you all.”
“Nikki, we haven’t got our rose tattoos yet. Aren’t you going to take me with you to get the tattoo?” She stopped and looked at me.
“Tattoo?”
“The black rose. I don’t want to do it alone. Nikki, please let me help you.”
“Brian?” I saw her foot slip. I was still five feet away and I don’t remember moving, but I was there and I was a rock holding her. Anchoring her. Pulling her back to safety. And then I was lying on the floor with her on top of me holding her as the school nurse came rushing to us. I could see some guys in uniform in the atrium and two guys with EMT badges and a big case knelt beside us. They were talking quietly, soothing her. One put his mouth near my ear and asked if I’d been hurt. I shook my head. Nikki could walk but she wouldn’t let go of me. I followed the nurse to her office and the EMTs were right next to us.
Mrs. Duval arrived about ten minutes later as the EMTs continued to monitor Nikki’s vital signs and talk to the nurse and their hospital about what drugs she was on. Mrs. Duval said Nikki hadn’t seemed quite herself this week and was concerned that she was taking too much or too little of her meds. They decided that the safest thing was to take her to the hospital and do a full blood work-up and get her stabilized. This time, there was no question about walking. The EMTs brought in a stretcher and wheeled her out. Nikki didn’t want to let go of my hand and I walked out to the ambulance. Mrs. Streeter came rushing out with Nikki’s ever-present canvas bag and put it on the stretcher with her.
“It’s all there, Nicolette,” she said. “No one can have it but you.”
They started to lift the stretcher in, but Nikki still wouldn’t let go of me. Her eyes were pleading.
“Don’t worry, I’m coming with you,” I said.
“You don’t have to do that, Brian,” Mrs. Duval said. “I appreciate it, but it’s not your responsibility. You don’t have to.” I looked at her and what I saw was a mother distressed over her daughter’s well-being, not a rich aloof woman like I thought of her. She was genuinely thankful for my presence.
“Yes, Mrs. Duval. Yes, I do.” She nodded to the EMT and he stood aside. I crawled into the ambulance with Nikki and the EMT and we took off with Mrs. Duval following in her car.
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