"But that deal was made by the lieutenants from two years ago! I never agreed to it. Plus, I graduated two and a half months ago so I am no longer a lieutenant with the Belles."

I was wearing an oversized t-shirt to cover my bikini and wet body, knowing that it did nothing to hide the treasures that Calvin hopefully yearned for beneath it. I had put it on when he had arrived in a feeble attempt at modesty as we chatted in my backyard. The damp cotton material clung to my slender body and molded itself to me like a second skin; the white fabric becoming virtually transparent as the water from my body and hot pink bikini penetrated it.

I'm not typically shy or modest around people while wearing a bathing suit, considering that I was often paid to model them, but the t-shirt was for the benefit of my mother if she were to come home and find Calvin and me alone together in the backyard. Our positions would appear innocent enough, with us seated on opposite sides of the four-chair wrought iron table on the patio.

My backyard companion on this August day was Calvin Hobbs, and you can stow any of the lame jokes about the comic strip. In his twenty-four years, I am certain that he's heard them all multiple times. As a faculty advisor for the boys' athletic department at Highland Park High School, Calvin had close relations with the boosters for all of the major sports. He frequently worked with the advisors for the cheerleaders, song leaders, and drill team to coordinate their activities to increase student and booster club members' morale before key games or matches.

"Until the new lieutenants are elected in September, you are still representing the Highland Belles," Calvin reminded me. "And you did agree to it when you accepted the role as a lieutenant with the Belles. The difference is, now you'll be representing them after turning 18. You are the last of the lieutenants to have had your eighteenth birthday, which is why your fulfilling of the agreement is scheduled for next Saturday."

"Crap," I thought. "Today is Monday! That doesn't leave me much time."

The agreement in question had existed between the booster clubs of Highland Park High School and the same clubs at one of our main rivals in the Dallas area, David. W. Carter High School. In the three sports that the two schools competed in, basketball, baseball, and track and field, the agreement stipulated that the senior boys on the winning team received "special recognition" from girls from the losing team.

Football was off the table because Carter's team was in an entirely different division than Highland Park, frequently vying for the Texas state championship. Where other sports were concerned that the two schools did compete in, basketball players were the assigned responsibility of the opposing schools' cheerleader squad. The baseball teams were paired with the respective song leader squad. The track teams each had individual winners in the different events, so only the relay team members were included in the agreement, and those boys were the responsibility of the opposing drill team's lieutenants. In this case, myself and the other four girls who were the most recent lieutenants on the Highland Belles.

As one of the five lieutenants on the Highland Belles drill team, I had been surrounded by a bevy of the most attractive girls at Highland Park High School in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas. We were all girls who turned heads and made jaws drop when we entered a room. My burgeoning modeling career also was making me a well-known figure in the local area.

I suppose that I am considered one of those high school girls that guys my own age dream about but seldom get. It wasn't like I didn't have a lot of male classmates and other high school guys as friends, but I just figured that if in my late teens I could already have my choice of successful men, why should I settle for "boys"?

Having long, dark brown hair that framed a face that has been described to me by photographers as "the blueprint for what all beautiful faces should be", and a nubile teen girl's figure already earning me significant income as a model, I didn't have to settle for less. I strived to always be clothed in impeccable style. And, though it was far from intentional, I knew that many saw me as a perfect little prick-teasing doll. Many would be surprised to learn that I had never even touched a prick, let alone purposely tried to tease one.

Because I didn't date my male classmates or any other high school-aged students, Calvin served my preference for older guys just fine. I thought Calvin was one of the best-looking guys I had ever set eyes on. Since his last two years at SMU coincided with my sophomore and junior years of high school, we found ourselves being a pretty constant, yet non-exclusive couple. We hadn't dated during my senior year because Calvin was now a member of the faculty while I had still been a student. After my graduation last June, we resumed seeing each other on occasion. I had still been underage until recently, so Calvin frequently frustrated me by remaining overly cautious with our shared intimacies.

Even though the age of consent in Texas is 17, unless the partner is less than four years older, being legally underage had been my shield against the loss of my virtue more times than I could count. Since turning 18, I had a few dates where my partner had spent considerable time on "second base", but the two who tried to "steal third" had been immediately tossed out of the game. To my continued dismay, Calvin had never stepped an inch off "second base" with me. The one guy most likely to score with me still respected our age difference too strongly.

"Gina and Brittany took care of the 4x100 relay team last month," Calvin informed me, bringing my attention back to the topic of discussion. "They've passed the baton, so to speak, to you and Heather for the 4x800 team. That's two for each of you."

"But what about Sara?" I asked in resignation of my role in supporting booster activities, and in particular, the agreement between Highland Park and Carver High. Like all commitments, it had been all hypothetical to me until it came time to deliver on it.

Calvin had to know that I would be the Highland Belle lieutenant to put up the greatest resistance to fulfilling the agreement. He would also know that it wasn't just my lack of sexual experience influencing my reluctant attitude. Calvin knew that I had already signed a major modeling contract with Seventeen Magazine and that my image was becoming more and more recognizable, even if my name wasn't yet. My reputation and future career aspirations were at the forefront of my mind as I struggled to find a way to fulfill my responsibility to my former school and teammates.

"You know that Sara left for Europe immediately after graduation," Calvin reminded me. "Her studies abroad provide her with an exception to the agreement. Do you have an exception that I am unaware of?"

Calvin could probably hear the wheels turning in my head as I sought to recall what reasons would suffice as an exception to the agreement for one of the lieutenants to participate. There weren't many. Illness would only delay participation, as would being underage, such as I had been until recently. A lieutenant would have to be unavailable to participate until the new class of lieutenants were in place, which is what had worked for Sara.

"Can I talk to Gina and Brittany before giving you an answer?" I implored, somewhat resigned. "I want to know how they dealt with a few of the things that concern me. Although, they both already have less than stellar reputations where their virtues are concerned, I would still like to speak with them first. Then, I want to discuss this with Heather if we are going to be doing it together."

"That's understandable."

"Cal, can I ask you something?"

He nodded and waited. I surprised him with my question.

"It won't bother you to see me doing things with some other guys?"

"What? You expect me to be with you while you do your duty with the guys from Carter?"

"There is no way that four thugs from Carter are getting me alone, or even with one other girl. I am not putting myself in a position like that. Ever. If you're not there to protect me, us, then I will not even consider doing it. It has to be you because I can't trust anyone else to keep it secret."

I knew that Calvin would understand where my stance on participating was coming from. Highland Park High School had a student population that was 98% white, while David W. Carter High School's student population was 99% African-American. It was a virtual certainty that lily white girls from Highland Park would be providing services to strong, black athletes when Carter was on the winning side and the opposite would be the case if Highland Park was the winner.

I could tell that Calvin now had to consider things a little differently. He wasn't pimping us girls out, but merely facilitating the agreement that we had all agreed to. It had likely seemed abstract and easy to compartmentalize the idea of someone that Calvin was dating and cared about doing things with four black strangers from Carter High. The fact that he and I had not yet had the opportunity to experience the same actions would probably also weigh on Calvin. My insisting that Calvin be present as my protector shed a totally different light on things for him.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" Calvin asked.

~~~

"Cal, I don't know what to do," I moaned. "I don't want to let the rest of the team down, but I am scared shitless about the morals clause in my contract and what would happen if any of the guys know who I am and brag about me giving them a blow job. I don't even know how to give a blow job..."

We were sitting in Calvin's Mazda Miata convertible at a desolate parking area beside a golf course along the Trinity River. It was a place where he had taken me several times to watch the sunset and make out.

He asked, "What did Gina and Brittany tell you about their experiences?"

"Other than the crude and disrespectful ways that the guys spoke to them, they said that it was pretty much like they had each done several times with other guys from school. I don't have the same frame of reference as them, so they weren't really much help to me."

"Look," Calvin said, "these are horny high school guys. They might have a lot of stamina for the sports that they play, but I'm willing to bet that they'll shoot their loads almost immediately after you touch their cocks. I would be surprised if you weren't done with all four of them within ten to fifteen minutes."

"You mean two of them," I said. "Heather will have two and I will have two."

Calvin was shaking his head as he said, "Heather is quarantined with mono. You're going to be on your own to finish the agreement."

"I've never given one guy a blow job," I whined. "Now you expect me to give one to four different guys in one night? I was hoping to have the chance to learn a few tips from watching Heather do her two guys. Now I'm really going to be in the dark."

"Let's leave the color of their skin out of this," Calvin said. It was an obvious attempt at humor, which he knew had failed as soon as he saw me glaring back at him.

Calvin tried to be conciliatory as he said, "Being by yourself can actually work to our advantage. I think I know of a way to keep both your identity and your lack of experience secret."

I kept silent but stared into Calvin's eyes to let him know that he had my attention. I could tell that Calvin was struggling to phrase his explanation by the prolonged pause that I was enduring.

He finally asked, "I don't suppose that you know what a 'glory hole' is?

I asked, "Wasn't there a big fuss last summer over something called a 'glory hole' being found in the men's restroom at Flippen Park? I didn't know what it was then and I don't know what it is now."

Calvin was nodding as he replied, "Basically, a glory hole is a hole created in a partition, such as a bathroom stall, that allows a guy to stick his cock into the adjacent stall. The person in the adjoining stall could make use of the cock without having any other contact with the person that it belonged to."

I nodded slowly in understanding and said, "And the person making use of the penis would also be unknown to the owner of said penis. Right?"

"Exactly. I was thinking that we could come up with some way of creating a glory hole that would hide you from the guys as you gave them each blow jobs. Only having access to that part of their anatomy that protruded through the hole would also help disguise your lack of experience because your actions would be limited. You couldn't play with the guys' balls or even be expected to take them too far into your mouth because of the constraints imposed by the partition."

"Gina and Brittany said that they took care of their guys in a motel room over by Love Field," I said. "I don't think that we could put a hole into a wall or door at a motel without someone noticing it and expecting us to pay for the damage."

Without hesitation, Calvin said, "We could do it at my apartment. The bathroom door is a cheap standard interior door that I could replace for less than fifty bucks. With you being behind the door in the bathroom, you would have the additional benefits of being able to lock the door, and being able to clean up afterwards."

I wasn't embarrassed to demonstrate my worldly innocence and lack of sexual experience to Calvin, "Maybe you should elaborate on this 'clean up' part of the activities. What exactly am I going to have to clean up?"

Calvin squeezed my hand and said, "Let's head over to my place. I want to make a stop along the way to pick up a video or two for you to watch. These will provide you with a better explanation of what you can expect than I could do with words alone."

I nodded and returned Calvin's hand squeeze as I said, "Good idea, and Gina suggested the same thing. Only she mentioned that I should not watch a porno that showed a white girl giving a blow job to a black guy or it might freak me out. She said that the guys that she and Brittany had were 'normal', whatever that means."

Calvin started his car and had us on our way before he answered, "There's an urban legend frequently perpetuated in pornographic videos that black guys have cocks that are one-and-a-half to two times the size of the average white guy."

"What's average?" I asked out of curiosity.

Shrugging, Calvin said, "I've heard that around seven inches is average for guys, but don't hold me to that number."

I shuddered at the imagery, "I am pretty sure that if Gina or Brittany had encountered a ten to fourteen-inch penis, they would have mentioned it to me."

"I would hope so," Calvin chuckled.

I was still trying to understand why I was agreeing to this. Perhaps it's because I was always the good daughter while growing up: never in trouble, always polite and sweet, always pretty, dutifully keeping my room clean, and earning my own spending money. This would be the closest thing to rebellion, but no one in my family would know what I had done.

~~~

Not for the first time that day, I questioned my sanity. Maybe if I were doing all this for money it would have made some sense, but not some perverse agreement between booster organizations. If I could bypass fulfilling the agreement and move directly to what I wanted to happen to me and Calvin afterward, I would be more than fine with that. But I accepted that in this situation, I would need to crawl before I walked, and walk before I ran. In other words, I needed Calvin to recognize me having oral sex with guys before he would accept having real sex with me.

I could hear them clearly as Calvin opened his front door to let the four guys from Carter High School into his apartment. The tone of their voices was tinged with the enthusiasm that they were feeling. This fervor abated as Calvin closed the front door and they all saw that there wasn't anyone else present, let alone the lieutenant with the Highland Belles drill team that they had been expecting.

While we had watched the porno videos in Calvin's apartment, Calvin and I had discussed the expectations that the guys from Carter would have; fueled to a large degree by what they had heard from teammates from the other relay team. Those guys had been serviced by Gina and Brittany, "live and in living color". Their experience would have been drastically different than what the four guys I was responsible for would receive.

Calvin thought that he could make lemonade out of the lemons that these four were being served. I stood behind the door of the locked bathroom listening to see how successful Calvin would be. He started by pointing at the door with the waist-high hole drilled in it.

"What da fuck!" one of the guys said. "How do we know that you have a Highland Belle in there and not some gay dude?"

"Each of you is free to lean down to take a peek once I check your IDs to verify that you are over 18," Calvin offered them.

That was my cue to position myself so that the middle of my body was visible through the hole but nothing above my shoulders. I was wearing my Highland Belles uniform with nothing on beneath the pleated skirt. Calvin had assumed that the guys would want proof that I was a girl and not some guy, so an eye-level view of my neatly trimmed nether region and naked ass should settle any doubts in that regard.

In the position I was in, I couldn't tell when an eye was placed on the other side of the hole, so Calvin coached me on when to raise my skirt for each guy and when to turn around so that they each got an unobstructed view of my lower tan lines all around my entire body. I could tell from the comments being made that they appreciated what they had been viewing. What girl doesn't like being appreciated?

I had to suppress a giggle as I heard Calvin explain the reason for them not being able to see who I was. "You guys are the last of the seniors from Carter, and unfortunately, that leaves you with the only lieutenant from the Highland Belles remaining. We thought that you would enjoy yourselves much more if you were able to imagine getting your blow jobs from one of the prettier lieutenants instead of what was left. Getting a blow job from a girl with a bag over her head isn't practical, so this alternative is what we came up with for you."

To the guys from Carter, Calvin didn't include his admission to me. His belief that not being able to watch me actually give the blow jobs would allow him to also imagine that it was somebody else servicing these four guys. He had told me while watching the pornos together that he was going to imagine it was one of the actresses from the movie who was behind the glory hole. We argued for several minutes over which of the actresses Calvin should imagine in my place.

Calvin finally convinced me that his imagining the blonde actress with big boobs would make images of me popping into his brain less likely. This was contrary to my desire to have an image of the slenderer brunette in Calvin's mind. I wanted my activities with these four guys to establish the reality with Calvin that I was now of legal age and he was free to do with me what he wished. What I WANTED him to do with me.

As I listened to the four guys argue over which order they would go in, I checked the position of the items I had prepared on the counter beside where I would be kneeling; a cup of water to keep my mouth moist, sterile wipes to clean off each penis before taking it into my mouth or licking it, and the tube of cherry flavored lubricant. The lubricant had been a suggestion of Calvin's and I hoped to show him my gratitude with it later that evening.

"Miss Highland Belle," I heard Calvin say through the door. "Please knock once on the door when you are ready. Your gentleman callers will visit you in the order that they run their relays, so get ready for the first leg of their race to cum in your mouth. Meet Mr. Roosevelt"

This was another thing that Calvin and I had discussed while watching the pornos. As disgusting as the thought of having some guy ejaculate into my mouth was, doing so would be the most efficient way for me to ensure that the semen didn't go anywhere that I didn't want it to go, such as in my eyes, my hair, or onto my uniform. I'd eaten slimy oysters and survived so I figured that accepting a load of semen and then spitting it into the sink was something that I could tolerate. Tolerate four times.

My long hair was already secured in a high ponytail on my head. Kneeling on the overstuffed cushion from Calvin's couch that he had offered me positioned my mouth level with the hole. I could make out the unzipped pants of the guy on the other side of the door but didn't see his penis exposed yet.

"Here goes nothing," I thought before tapping solidly on the door one time. I was embarking on an adventure that would take me so far beyond my old self I was certain that I would be unrecognizable in the mirror.

It took a few seconds before I saw the head of a dark-colored penis entering the glory hole. As the entire head of the penis became visible. I was gratified to see that it was circumcised. Calvin had explained after we watched the pornos that none of the men in the videos had been uncircumcised and what the differences might be if I encountered one with the four guys from Carver. I didn't want the hassle of dealing with some guy's foreskin the first time I attempted a blow job. No surprises so far.

As more of the penis became visible, I recognized that it seemed to be close to "normal" size as Calvin had described it, or at least it would be once it became fully erect. Calvin had mentioned the likelihood that one or more of the guys would have difficulty sustaining an unassisted erection when in the presence of the other guys. No problem. That is where the flavored lubricant would come into play.

Grabbing one of the sterile wipes, I tentatively began to clean the penis protruding from the glory hole. The guy jerked back slightly upon contact and I had to assume that the coolness of the wipe was the cause because he pushed back towards me almost immediately. The semi-rigid penis remained patiently idle as I cleaned it thoroughly.

Tossing the used sterile wipe into the trash can, I then picked up the flavored lubricant and squeezed a generous amount as a stripe onto the top of the penis shaft, with slightly more applied near the head. This is where Calvin told me the more sensitive areas of the penis were and where I saw the actresses in the videos focusing most of their oral attention.

Using my right hand to return the lubricant to the counter, I used my left hand on the penis to start distributing the lube completely around the shaft until I could feel my fingers easily able to slide up and down the penis. The response to my stroking was immediate and surprisingly gratifying for me. I was making a guy erect just with my hand. Here I was, totally invisible to a guy and his penis was getting hard simply from my hand's attention to his penis. It was my actions and not my appearance that he was responding to.

I laughed silently to myself when I thought, "If I combined my looks with my actions, I could probably rule the world!" I mentally smacked myself for that thought, realizing that I still had a lot to learn, and simply getting a teenage guy fully erect was not that great a feat; for any girl.

Returning my focus to the task at hand, I remembered that these guys were expecting to feel my mouth on their penis at some point. Closing my eyes as I opened my mouth, I used the position of my hand to guide my parted lips toward the target which was this guy's penis. As I felt my lips against the tip of the head for the first time, I envisioned myself preparing to take a medium-sized dill pickle into my mouth to take a bite of it.

Of course, biting this penis was not an option, but the pickle analogy did fit the feeling of the size as the penis passed my lips and entered my mouth. There was a slight sweetness to it, from the lube, but not enough to distract me from the revelation of having a guy's penis in my mouth for the first time in my life.

One major takeaway from the videos I had watched with Calvin was that my mouth was merely an orifice for a guy's penis. The primary stimulation that would lead to a guy ejaculating would need to be applied by my hands and tongue. While I was using my hand to gently stroke the shaft of this guy's penis, my tongue was sitting static against the underside. As soon as I moved my tongue, the penis jerked and I heard distinct moans from the other side of the door. I was rewarded further by the sensation of it swelling between my lips, filling my mouth and forcing my jaw to open wider. I'd watched the porn videos, and I'd focused on the blow job scenes, but this was my first time actually doing it.

I decided to swipe my tongue back and forth across the underside of the penis as I took more of it into my mouth. The moans of appreciation I heard indicated that this was appreciated by the owner of said penis. Once I had taken the penis far enough into my mouth, I slowly started pulling my head back, continuing to lick the underside of the penis with my tongue as I went. When I had pulled back far enough that only the very tip of the penis was in my mouth, I got a surprise.

When considering what giving a guy a blow job would be like, I never took into account the taste. Other than the flavor of the cherry lubricant, there hadn't been much else to take notice of taste-wise. I had to assume that cleaning the penis off was the contributing factor here. However, when the tip of my tongue eventually made contact with the very end of this penis, a pleasantly salty taste erupted across it.

I flattened my tongue and swiped it across the end of the penis, savoring the salty tang mixed with the sweetness of the cherry lube. I wanted more; salty, not sweet.

I moved my head back until the penis was visible to me. I kept stroking it with my hand as I examined it for the first time. Although I typically maintain a pretty dark tan, especially during the summer, my hand looked pale in contrast to the dark skin of this penis. I paid closer attention to how it felt in my hand, the smoothness combined with the pulses I would occasionally from the thick veins just under the skin.

Its shape reminded me of a mushroom that had an unusually thick stem. As my fingers brushed against what I would consider the underside of the mushroom cap, I felt the shaft jerk and watched a small droplet appear from the opening at the tip of the penis. I tentatively moved my tongue to capture this droplet and confirmed for myself that it was the source of the salty taste I had encountered earlier.

It didn't take me long to figure out that the faster I stroked the shaft of the penis, the faster the droplet would get replaced at the tip. I could place my lips around the head with my tongue positioned to capture each drop as it appeared and maintain an almost constant supply of the tantalizing salty syrup. I thought that I could feel the beginning of a wetness between my legs and used my right hand to confirm my suspicion. I was getting turned on by giving a guy a blow job.

The first jettison of semen to strike the back of my throat surprised the guy almost as much as it surprised me. His cry of "Oh fuck" was followed by three more quick spurts of his ejaculating semen as I feverishly stroked the shaft of his penis in an attempt to milk him dry. I had no idea how long a guy could continue ejaculating, so I had no frame of reference for whether this guy was getting his over with quicker than normal.

I do know that my mouth was full and the semen didn't taste anywhere near as good as the salty syrup I had been enjoying. Quickly releasing my hand from around the shaft I then pulled my head back to let the tip of the penis flop out of my mouth. I turned and spat the load of semen into the bathroom sink before picking up the cup of water and rinsing the taste off my tongue. The guy on the other side of the door must have heard my actions.

"Damn, I was hoping that she was a swallower. I do have to give her credit though; she did take my entire load in her mouth. Most girls can't handle a load from Rosie."

Another one of the guys made a comment that Roosevelt replied to, "Your momma ain't never complained."

There was laughter and a few insulting comments that I couldn't fully comprehend, but I did hear the guy named Roosevelt get in the last word before Calvin took charge once again.

I had never been so wet before. It wasn't the taste of a guy's semen that excited me, but the tasting of it specifically. The erotic power in a forbidden act. I had always been the good, respectable girl in every crowd. The very wrongness of what I was doing had me more aroused than I could remember ever being.

"Miss Highland Belle, when you are ready for the second leg of your race, please knock twice on the door. Mr. Washington will be waiting."

I was able to use what I had learned with the guy named Roosevelt to get Washington ejaculating into my mouth even faster. Calvin had been right about these guys having hair triggers. Number three, a guy named Lincoln, took slightly longer, but that allowed me to spend more time exploring my own arousal as I serviced him. I was drenching Calvin's cushion with my juices, but I didn't care at this point. I was more intent than ever to seduce Calvin when the guys from Carter left and if that didn't make up for a wet spot on his cushion, nothing would.

I was beginning to believe that all penises were pretty much the same when I tapped on the door four times and Mr. Jackson presented himself to me. His penis wasn't any longer than the other guys, but it was at least one and a half times thicker. As I cleaned it with the sterile wipe, I observed that this penis might not fit in my mouth, and if it did, it would stretch me quite a bit. Surprisingly, I didn't find the potential challenge daunting in the least.

After applying a more generous amount of the cherry lube than had been required with the previous three guys, I began to slowly stroke Jackson's penis to try and get it harder. I was only slightly disappointed when I had to take my right hand from between my legs and let it join my left hand around the shaft. It was too big for only one of my hands to encircle it.

I waited until I saw the first sign of the tiny droplet appear before I opened my mouth as wide as I could and moved my lips over the spongy head of the penis. By the time that my tongue had reached the droplet, it had grown to an impressive size and I was rewarded once more with the salty taste I had been expecting.

My lips were stretched wide as my tongue lapped at the head of the penis while my two hands did their best to coax a quick ejaculation from Jackson. I had only had him in my mouth for a few seconds and my jaw was already feeling the stress. I decided to give my jaw a break by trying something different.

Removing my lips from the head of the penis, I used my left hand to lift the shaft enough for me to run my moist tongue along the entire underside and got a good taste of the cherry lube while doing so. My saliva started replacing the cherry lube on the shaft and I found that I could synchronize my tongue and hands so that they were doing joint duty on the penis. I ignored the droplets from the tip of the penis until the growing stream reached the spot where my fingers discovered how slick the droplet made the penis.

I used the tip of my index finger to spread the next droplet around the entire head of the penis before once more encircling it with my lips and becoming more purposeful in stroking the shaft. Jackson was being much more vocal on the other side of the door, and I was motivated by his moans to bring him off as quickly as possible.

With my mouth opened so wide, Jackson's ejaculation had a clear, unobstructed path to the very back of my mouth. His first burst shot hit just the right spot in the back of my throat to make me either swallow or gag. Three more rapid spurts followed the first, with the same forced reaction from me to keep from gagging. I couldn't tell if Jackson's quantity of semen was more or less than from the other guys because all but the small final spurts were now on their way to my digestive system.

I quickly extricated my lips from around the head of the penis. Dropping the shaft from my hands allowed me to turn and spit the small amount of semen remaining in my mouth into the sink before gasping for breath.

"Wow!" I thought. I had done it. I had just given four different guys - black guys at that - blow jobs. My firsts. I mean, this wasn't some monumental accomplishment on a par with ending world hunger or curing cancer, but for this naïve, innocent, and inexperienced Highland Belle, I felt like I had exceeded my expectations and at least met the expectations of the four guys from Carter High School.

I listened to Calvin escorting the four guys out of his apartment. I caught myself with one hand in my sex. Parting it enough to slide a finger along the slick lips and giving my clit a little nuzzle. I loved the feelings I was getting from my own fingers. Over the past few days, I had been masturbating sometimes several times per day. I sometimes was even sticking a finger inside myself while in my bedroom fantasizing about this day.

I heard Calvin tap on the door and say, "It's all clear, Angie. You can come out now."

"I don't want to come out yet."

Calvin sounded concerned when he asked, "Is there something wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I assured him. I then added, "I want you to use the hole, Cal."

There was nothing but silence from the other side of the door. I didn't know what Calvin had to consider with my request. I thought that it should be crystal clear what I was asking of him. When the silence continued, I asked, "Calvin, are you still there?"

"Why?" was Calvin's only reply.

"Why what?"

"Why do you want me to use the hole? That isn't part of your agreement. You have no obligation to do more."

I sighed and spoke directly to the hole in the door, "I know that I have no obligation, but I want to do it. I want to share with you what I have learned. I really want to feel your penis in my mouth and see if I can accomplish the same results with you. I like you, Calvin, and with you it will be different. I know it will."

Silence again. I peeked through the hole to make certain that Calvin was still standing on the other side.

He finally said, "I can guarantee you that it would be different for you. For one thing, I'm not going to have my cock sucked through a hole in my bathroom door. You will suck my cock properly or not at all."

"Properly?" I thought. I was intrigued by what Calvin considered a proper blow job compared to what I had already done. He hadn't made any comments while we were watching the videos to imply that the actresses weren't doing things properly so I tried to recall some of their actions.

There were some of the actresses who appeared to have no gag reflex, or they were at least able to control it long enough to take some pretty large penises all the way into their mouths. Based on how I had almost choked when that Jackson guy had shot his semen against the back of my mouth, there was no way that I could imagine having a penis pressing against the same spot without gagging on it.

Then, there were a couple of the actresses that barely took the penis into their mouths at all. They had licked, kissed, and lovingly caressed the penis with their lips and tongue, typically applying copious amounts of saliva that they used to lubricate their hands while stroking the penis, like I had with the cherry lubricant. They had also focused some of their attention to the guys' testicles, which wasn't possible for me through the glory hole. Those things I could do, especially for Calvin.

What I wasn't certain that I could do was what I had seen two of the actresses do, which was to lick the guys' butt holes while stroking their penises. Maybe if I used one of the sterile wipes to make sure that it was clean first. Maybe.

I stood, picked up the cushion from the floor, and unlocked the bathroom door. Calvin's response had made my staying there in hopes of him using the glory hole a moot point. Opening the door, I saw that Calvin was still wearing his bathing suit in preparation for our previously planned excursion to his complex's pool. While not a Speedo, the suit was form-fitting and the bulge Calvin sported was obvious through the fabric.

I handed Calvin the cushion and followed him into his living room where he replaced it onto his couch. I noticed that he put the side of the cushion with the traces of my arousal still visible facing down so that the dry side was what someone would sit on. That someone was Calvin, as he took that spot on the couch and pulled me down to sit beside him.

Looking him directly in the eyes, I said, "I do want to do it, Cal. I want to suck your penis..."

"I don't have a penis. Pre-pubescent boys and maybe cadavers have penises. I have a 'cock', and if referring to it as such is too vulgar or distasteful for you, you aren't ready to experience it."

Calvin's words were not condescending, but they were delivered in a very "matter-of-fact" fashion. That was not something that I was accustomed to from him. It wasn't a big deal as far as I was concerned. If my choice of vocabulary didn't suit Calvin, I would willingly adapt. It's not like I hadn't heard the word "cock" before. I simply hadn't had any reason to use it before today.

"I am ready to experience your cock, Calvin. All of me is ready, not just my mouth. I was just suggesting that we start there since it is the only thing I have any experience with."

Calvin sat there studying me. It was as if he was looking for body language or other signs that either contradicted or confirmed my verbal request to him. He had always been tentative with me, but I had attributed that to my age rather than what Calvin thought I would find acceptable. My physical responses to him kissing me or touching my breasts had always been positive, or at least I thought they had. I had enjoyed them after all.

"I'll give him a sign," I thought.

Leaning towards him, I think that Calvin expected me to bring my lips to his. Instead, I ventured off course to try something that I had seen in one of the videos. I brought my lips to Calvin's left ear and gently sucked on his ear lobe before lightly scaping it between my teeth as I whispered, "What do I have to do to show you that I am ready? I'll do it, Cal. Just tell me."

I had wanted to place one of my hands onto the bulge in Calvin's bathing suit, but I was unsure how that would be received. I was overjoyed when he took my right hand and gently placed it exactly where I wanted it to be.

"Feel my cock," he said. "Then, when you're ready, I will stand and let you expose it. I will guide you, Angie, but we'll start with you setting the pace."

I did feel Calvin's cock. I recognized it as being firm, but not as rigid and hard as I had eventually experienced with the four guys earlier. My hand had worked then to get those guys harder, and I assumed that the same would be true with Calvin, but there was something else that I wanted to try first.

Turning slightly on the couch to make my back more accessible to him, I said to Calvin, "Please help me with my zipper."

Our eyes met once more as I felt his fingers locate the tab of the zipper and slowly lower it down the back. Once I felt the loosening of the fabric across my shoulders, I stood and helped my uniform slide down and off my body. My sexy white demi bra joined the uniform on the floor before I slowly spun my now totally naked body around for Calvin to examine.

The look that Calvin gave me was intoxicating. It was such an erotic feeling to have Calvin's eyes explore my totally exposed body. For the first time, I saw genuine desire and lust in the eyes of a man that I welcomed. I also saw that the sight of my naked body was having the effect that I had intended. The bulge in Calvin's bathing suit had increased in size and obvious firmness. I confirmed this by returning my hand to the spot where he had placed it earlier and feeling how much harder it had become.

If Calvin wanted me to set the pace, then that was what I was going to do. I bent my legs beneath my body on the couch and raised up on my knees. While gently fondling his erection, I brought the nipple on my right breast into contact with Calvin's lips.

"Please take the hint," I silently implored.

He not only took the hint; Calvin created a whole new mystery for me to investigate. If someone suckling and lightly nibbling on my breasts inflamed my body that much, what other pleasures did I have before me to discover? He bit them softly at first then harder and sucked on them as I felt myself melting into the bed. I could feel the wetness grow between my legs.

I moaned as the small orgasm rattled around my nether regions. It didn't compare to the orgasms that I had induced myself with my hands, and maybe the arousal that I was still maintaining from giving the blow jobs was a contributing factor, but I'd certainly take it.

My position on the couch had me straddling Calvin's right thigh. I was comfortable and didn't give this position any thought until I felt Calvin reaching down to his leg. He removed his mouth from my right breast and I watched him studiously examine something on his finger before bringing it to his tongue to taste whatever it was. From the smile that appeared on Calvin's lips, he apparently liked what he had tasted.

When Calvin placed his hand at the apex of my nether region it was like pushing a button. I instantly opened my legs wide, welcoming his touch. I felt one questing finger dipping into the wetness of my vagina; stretching me more than my own finger ever had. I whimpered involuntarily.

Moving his mouth over to the nipple on my left breast, Calvin spoke directly to it, "I think a change of plans are in order. I won't force you to do anything that you don't want to, but I am taking control of the pace of things, at least for a little while. Let's go to my bedroom."

Without waiting for a reply, Calvin lifted and positioned me to stand on the floor. He then rose and took my hand to guide me where he wanted us to go. His bed only had a light blue flat sheet covering the matching fitted sheet so it was ready for use as far as I was concerned. Calvin must have agreed because he didn't hesitate to pick me up and lay me on his bed and spread my legs.

I lay on my back, staring up at Calvin but my eyes were not on his. Mine were on the movements associated with him pulling his bathing suit down. As his erection - excuse me, Calvin's cock - came into view, I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was magnificent in all ways. Granted, other than those on the pornos we had watched, I had only seen four cocks before his, but I instinctively knew that this cock was one upon which all future cocks in my life would be judged.

I don't know exactly how to describe it other than by comparing it to the face of a beautiful person. Where on a face, individual features themselves can make a difference, but it is the symmetry of all the combined features that provide the measure of what constitutes a truly beautiful face.

That symmetry of features is what made Calvin's cock so perfect in my eyes. Since it hung down slightly rather than standing straight out, I suspected his cock wasn't as hard and erect as it had the potential to become. When that feat was accomplished, it would definitely be longer than any I had experienced before. I couldn't wait to run my tongue all over it.

Simply looking at Calvin's cock was like an aphrodisiac and I could once again feel the moisture gathering within me; promising to flow out at the slightest stimulation. I expected the stimulation to come from Calvin's fingers or his cock, if he was ready. However, I won't ever claim disappointment when Calvin brought his lips to my sex and slowly licked me there for the first time.

After applying teasingly gentle licks to the edges of my sex on both sides and burying his nose briefly between the lips of my sex, Calvin raised his head and asked, "Do you like me liking your pussy?"

I giggled and said, "The short answer is 'Yes'."

Calvin chuckled in return, "What's the long answer then?"

I didn't hesitate in my reply, "Yesssssssssssssss!"

"If you don't want me to stop licking your pussy, call it that."

"What?" I asked.

"Call it your pussy," Calvin replied. "Tell me to keep licking your pussy."

Maybe it was his role as an educator that had Calvin so hung up on nomenclature, but if the words I used meant that much to him, and using the right ones benefited me, I wasn't going to argue.

"Keep licking your pussy."

I could sense Calvin's tongue preparing to resume its exploration when my response finally registered with him, "My pussy, huh?"

"If you get back to what you started a minute ago, it could be your pussy for the rest of the weekend." I was able to say it like I actually meant it, because right then, I meant every word of it.

Due to some of the bikinis and other outfits that I had modeled, I had always kept my pubic hair just this side of non-existent. The hairs were barely long enough not to feel like stubble, but waxed to the point where only a small portion remained directly above my pussy. I wasn't entirely relaxed about anyone being able to see my most intimate region, but for Calvin to literally stick his face in it, smelling me, tasting me, seeing up close the evidence of my wanton desire.

I quickly surrendered to the expertise of Calvin's tongue as it explored the folds of my labia and circled my clit. I was getting so wet from the thought that he was about to stick his tongue inside me down there I almost started to orgasm without his tongue entering me. I had never experienced such feelings. Erotic tingles originated in my core and then continued running up my spine.

Calvin suddenly paused and quickly stood beside the bed. "Move over," he instructed.

I was confused, but I readily complied. I was even more confused when Calvin joined me on the bed, but lying in the opposite direction than me. Without giving me time to question his actions, Calvin lifted my left leg and used it to pull my lower body into the position he wanted. I realized that his intention was to place his face beneath my sex as I lay on top of his body.

I really can't describe the feeling, the excitement, the sexual tingling this situation was causing. I was enjoying it so much I never wanted it to stop. I lightly kissed the head of Calvin's beautiful cock. I licked the head and then took him into my mouth. He never paused his attention to my pussy as I started sucking him.

I enjoyed the feel of Calvin. I loved touching him all over. Grabbing his cock again with my hand, I loved the weight of Calvin's veined shaft in my hand; so much longer and thicker than anything I had yet experienced. This was the most erotic and naughty thing I had ever done. I thought that my heart would beat out of my chest.

I was fascinated by the idea that this was the cock that would soon be inside of me and would pump semen deep into my vagina - sorry, pussy. The raw energy that I felt pulsing within it was intoxicating. It was so warm and soft and thick. I sucked on it and licked under the head where I suspected it to be sensitive. I thought maybe Calvin would like it if I kissed my way along the shaft and tickled his balls.

Calvin removed his mouth from my pussy, "Just suck it. And use your throat."

So, I did. I took a breath to fill my lungs with air, then moved my hand out of the way and descended slowly. Keeping my lips a firm ring about the shaft, I spread saliva with my tongue as I went. I concentrated on controlling my gag reflex as the soft, warm tip of Calvin's cock breached my throat, and my nose was barely tickled by the hair on his belly. I tried to relax my throat to allow Calvin's cock entry. I really tried.

It was too much for me though. I tore away from Calvin, choking and retching. I recovered quickly when he sucked my clitoris between his lips and slid a second finger deep into my pussy. His fingers were not only thicker than mine, stretching me wonderfully, but they were also longer and reaching places inside of me that had never been touched before. When Calvin bent his fingers slightly and stroked the inner walls of my pussy, I felt myself approaching a precipice of unrequited pleasure.

Calvin deserved better than I had given him. I might not yet be able to take his cock down my throat, but my earlier experience with the guys from Carter High provided me with the confidence that I could still coax an orgasm from Calvin's cock. I returned one hand to the shaft and placed the other hand gently around his balls at the same instant that my lips once more encircled the mushroom head and my tongue lapped up the salty syrup that had leaked onto the tip.

I began cumming for the first time under Calvin's expert oral ministration to my pussy, shaking and shivering. Sensations building so powerfully, that I was on the verge of passing out from the intensity of it. Calvin didn't stop. I would have had to hurt him if he did. He put his tongue into my opening and started tasting my juices. He removed his fingers and pushed his tongue in as deep as he could into my wet, dripping pussy.

With my mouth around Calvin's cock, I was moaning with pleasure. The vibrations from my moans added to the stimulation that my hands and tongue were trying to impart on his cock. My orgasm continued to send chills all over my body, making my toes curl and point. I was out of control and loving it.

Calvin rolled me off of his body and once more onto my back, his cock popping out of my disappointed mouth. He pushed my legs back exposing me more, if possible, and started kissing me at the top of my pubic hair. Calvin had his hands on the back side of my thighs, holding me up and open while kissing around my exposed pussy, making me quiver. He sucked my swollen clit into his mouth nibbling gently, making me hope that he would never stop.

Calvin dropped my legs and climbed on top of me, kissing me aggressively. I could taste myself on his lips. It was all so erotic! He raised up on his knees and aimed his now hard cock at my thoroughly soaked pussy.

I remembered thinking, "I'm about to get fucked!"

"Last chance," Calvin said.

Pressing my body up against the hard cock that was dribbling precum onto me, I demanded, "Stick it in."

I don't know if rapturous is quite the word, but Calvin's initial penetration of my pussy was mind-shattering. Not just that initial sensation of being stretched but the euphoria as he slowly filled me; an explosion of sensation like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The friction was wonderful, the stretching and incredible fullness exquisite. How gorgeously stuffed I was.

When I sensed that Calvin was preparing to begin withdrawing his cock from its fully embedded position in my pussy, I grabbed his hips to stop him.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

My voice catching, I asked, "Would you think me a pervert or something if I wanted to watch?"

Calvin chuckled, "No, I wouldn't, and I think I can position us to make that easier for you."

His hard cock remained deeply within me as Calvin reached over my head and grabbed three of the pillows along the headboard. He then carefully scooted towards the edge of the bed, using his hands on my hips to pull me along with him. Reaching the very edge of the bed, Calvin lifted my body and held me against his as he stood. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened their hold to help maintain the carnal connection between our bodies.

Calvin held my upper body against his with his left arm as he used his right hand to arrange the pillows on the bed. Satisfied with their placement, he moved me back to the bed and set me down right on the edge. As I released my legs from around him, Calvin spread them so wide, that I was doing the splits.

He told me, "Lean back and see how well the pillows support your upper body. If you need another one, just let me know."

As my back found the pillows, it felt support that placed it at about a forty-five-degree angle to the bed. My head was also supported and that provided me with an unobstructed view of where Calvin's beautiful cock sat wondrously in my welcoming pussy.

"God, that looks hot!" I told Calvin. "You can fuck me now."

"Oh, I intend to."

"You make it sound so easy, so normal," I panted when I felt Calvin's cock retreating from my depths.

"It won't all be easy, but I intend to make this weekend so far above normal you will have to reset your scale."

Feeling only the very tip of his cock at the opening of my pussy, I began anxiously anticipating Calvin thrusting it into me again. I said, "We might want to close the windows. I sense that I am going to have loud boisterous orgasms."

"Why Angie Harmon, you seem to have a passionate side ready to come out!"

Calvin's cock had once more slowly become buried completely within me. The wonderful full, stretched feeling had returned. I could feel his pubic hair brushing against my thighs and his balls against my butt cheeks.

"That's the problem," I gasped. "I have lots of sides that are ready to come out. They have been boxed up for too long!"

"Angie, a funny thing happened on the way to trying to get you to honor the agreement with Carter High. I found out that there is an amazing girl who needs some help finding herself, and being able to offer my help is a privilege, and the most special part of this, for me at least. I know that you are inexperienced, but you seem eager enough."

~~~

They say that a girl never forgets her first time. There are two reasons that I will never forget my first ten times. The first is because that weekend with Calvin was one continuous sex fest for me. The other reason, I'll get to later.

That very first time, Calvin had been gentle, slow, incredibly skillful, and he rocked my world. I suppose that me no longer having a hymen helped. Most girls in Texas lose their hymens riding a horse, and I was no exception. The result was a pain-free penetration my very first time.

Three phenomenal orgasms, over what must have been at least thirty minutes of fucking. God, the stamina Calvin had! After each of my orgasms, he would pull out, drop to his knees and bury his face once more in my pussy to savor my juices. When he would stand again to re-enter me, I would hungrily eye his glistening cock, wet with the frothy white juice from my pussy. The sight made my mouth water.

Then there was the way Calvin used his hands; caressing my sensitive breasts, stroking my face, or reaching down to gently stroke my clit. I will always remember him being so powerfully present and so gentle at the same time.

Though attentive and devoted to my pleasure, Calvin instinctively knew of my desire to experience pleasuring my partner. He was patient in his tutelage but once Calvin sensed there was something that I needed to experience, he wouldn't let me defer the subject matter.

Calvin didn't get the virginity of my mouth, but he was the first guy that I took completely into my throat, urging him to shoot his load directly into my belly. When Calvin finally removed it from my mouth, his cock was semi-hard and gleamed wetly along its length. I captured the last, large drop of his cum threatening to drip onto my lap, held it on the tip of my tongue as my eyes met his, and then greedily swallowed it. I will always treasure the look of pride that Calvin had on his face when I opened my mouth to show him my tongue devoid of his cum.

He not only received my maidenhood, Calvin did so in a manner that introduced me to more positions than I have been able to duplicate entirely since that weekend. Although I didn't know enough to not be, Calvin wouldn't allow me to remain obsequious. He guided me through taking more control of our positions and subsequent actions; setting the pace and demanding that I verbalize what I expected from him at various times.

When I straddled Calvin's hips and lowered myself onto his cock, it had been my first time taking charge. I gasped when I felt Calvin's fullness as I sank down onto him, a feeling I was enjoying so much. I would lean forward for deep kisses, then sit back up, grinding and moaning, seeing Calvin's dark eyes fixed on me. It was so intense! I started to move up and down, feeling him react and move with me. Suddenly to my shock, I came. As Calvin felt me convulse around him, and collapse on his chest, he rolled me over, his hard cock still deep inside my convulsing pussy. The feelings as he thrust inside me continued to grow, and feel so right.

Regardless of the position, as Calvin's movements began to indicate that he was close to cumming, I would peak again, with some of the most intense orgasms that I experienced. Conversely, when I peaked, so did Calvin, usually with one final mighty thrust deep inside me.

The tender and gentle treatment by Calvin was contrasted by the times when there was no tenderness about the way he thrust his cock into me, burying his full length in me again and again; no uncertainty about his use of me; no consideration of my pleasure. That in turn brought me so much pleasure, as evidenced by my frantic whimpers and the lewd squelching of my pussy.

When Calvin positioned me on my hands and knees and entered my pussy from behind, I bent my head to glance under my body and watch his cock between my legs. My observation was cut short when Calving grabbed my ponytail and used it to pull my head back while he pounded my pussy furiously with his cock. His wonderfully deep and powerful thrusts, combined with the slapping of his balls against my clit had me incoherent with continuous orgasms for what seemed like hours.

Calvin deserved more, and I wanted more. When I felt his tongue probing my butt hole, I knew that I was going to give him the same pleasure. I loved having him touch and explore me, and I wanted, no I needed him to receive the same from me.

When I felt one of Calvin's fingers enter my pussy and ass at the same time, I knew that I was going to willingly surrender my last virgin hole to him. He had been just as slow, tender and skillful in his penetration of my butt as he had been with my pussy. I was tight, but with the cherry lube and confidence in Calvin as my lover this allowed me to relax. Positioned on my hands and knees, I was determined to get his entire length in, and was amazed by how deep Calvin penetrated me.

I felt amazing and told Calvin so, "Yes! Just like that! I want you to shoot so deep into me that I can taste you. It feels like you're already at the back of my throat from the other side this time."

After more than ten minutes of hot and heavy pumping of his cock in my butt we did come together. He rocked my world and I rocked his. Both of us groaning and moaning like it was just us; two people fucking like no one else existed.

I know I implied that the sex that weekend was continuous, and if our bodies would have allowed for it, I know it would have happened. In between bouts of mind-bowing sex, the intimacy was continuous. Showering together several times facilitated the exploration of each other's bodies. Quiet, yet meaningful conversations while snuggled together in Calvin's bed allowed for honest discussions on what we had done, how we each felt, and what more we wanted to try.

Calvin had been right. Entering that weekend, I had been a girl seeking to find herself, sexually at least. I might have viewed Calvin as the perfect male specimen to have my first sexual experiences with, primarily because I knew I could trust his discretion, but I left Calvin's apartment on Monday morning frustratingly in love with him.

And feeling guilty.

When I had been contemplating what I had hoped to accomplish over the weekend with Calvin, I debated what I should tell him about what lay ahead for me, and thus, us. Overcoming his hesitancy to go further with me was my challenge. I didn't want to introduce anything else that might give Calvin pause. Consequently, I never mentioned to him that I had a flight on Monday afternoon to New York City for a fashion shoot starting on Tuesday.

I wasn't sure that Calvin felt the same way about me as I did about him, and even if he had, my career would be a huge impediment to us having any type of romantic relationship. I would gladly share his bed again if the opportunity presented itself, but he deserved more than I could offer him with a serious relationship. Any opportunities with Calvin ended the following February.

While attending SMU, Calvin had joined the Texas Air National Guard. It was supposed to be a safe and easy way for him to receive pilot training and other benefits with a minimal commitment of time after college. The Gulf War turned out not to be safe or easy for those reservists deployed to serve there. Calvin had been one of twenty-eight reservists killed when an Iraqi missile struck the barracks where they were sleeping.

That is the second reason why this girl will never forget her first time, or times, and the guy she shared it all with.