Ron and Alec spread the word; it was all round school the next day, Pete and Cary
were courting. And they were, as Pete ruefully acknowledged when he was teased in the hall
or on the playing field. For days, he blushed furiously whenever he caught a glance or
heard a snigger from the kids but it didn’t stop him retiring behind the gym or the bike
shed with Cary each break.
Cary was as good as her word; for that summer, that last summer at home, she behaved
toward him with the respect his position warranted, though occasionally she’d needle him
and he’d slap her bum affectionately. The gang should have been at its most settled during
this period, only Pete and Cary didn’t notice either way. They only saw each other and the
gang faded away.
Cary and Pete wrestled a lot from that day on. It seemed to Pete all she wanted to
do was wrestle, which was okay because it always ended in kissing and petting and the
feelings their exertions created still stunned him so he’d walk home almost bent double
with desire. It never occurred to him to consummate that desire. You couldn’t do that till
you were married.
He didn’t even see her naked until Cary took him to her bedroom on her birthday,
just two weeks before school ended and in the middle of their final exams.
“And I’ve a belated birthday present for you,” she said, stripping off her school
uniform slowly, like you saw on movies before the scene changed to surging tide or bees
plunging into flowers. Only the scene didn’t change and she stood coyly before him, pinkly
perfect, and willing him to say something. Pete’s mouth was so dry he couldn’t speak
-- but his eyes and expression said everything that was needed.
“Now you show me,” Caroline said when the silence had grown too loud to last. “It is
my birthday and I want a present too.”
So he did, undressing slowly and with excruciating embarrassment when his erection
finally sprang from his underpants.
They studied each other in silence, the afternoon sun shining through her bedroom
curtains casting the interesting parts of their bodies into shadow. Pete didn’t dare to
touch this new naked Cary, until she said, “It won’t bite.”
He gently ran his fingers through her silky hair to the soft moist warmth beneath, his
fingers trembling as they traversed the unfurling flesh. Cary lay back on her bed to allow
him better access and the sight of her ‘there’ began a dangerous throbbing throughout his
body, which he knew could only end one way. Slowly, Pete ran his fingers up her fluttering
stomach to her breasts until she mewed suddenly at his touch on her nipple and it made him
jump. Cary pulled him down on top, crushing her breasts against his chest, and kissing him
savagely.
After a moment, he lifted his head and returned to her nipples. They stood up from
her breasts like the cones of two volcanoes, only when he kissed and licked one; it wasn’t
the volcano that erupted. It was him.
Pete buried his face in Cary’s shoulder, ashamed, frightened that she’d be disgusted, and
he didn’t relax till he heard her whisper, in an awed tone, “Wow.”
She dipped her fingertips in the warm goo on her belly and rubbed it on his nose.
“That will teach you not to make a mess,” she said sternly, then giggled and spoiled
the effect.
“I couldn’t help it,” Pete said, aggrieved, rubbing his nose clean.
“I know,” Cary replied, “my beauty made it inevitable. You were helpless, overcome
with desire.”
“If you say so,” Pete replied, not very gallantly.
“I don’t mind you not paying me compliments,” Cary said, “but when I go to the
trouble of doing it for you, the least you can do is agree.”
“I did,” Pete protested.
“Not very enthusiastically,” Cary replied. “In future, more feeling and more
sincerity, if you please.”
“All right,” Pete said sleepily.
“You can’t fall asleep,” Cary cried, shaking him. “You haven’t had your present
yet.”
“I thought I’d had the best present ever,” Pete replied, grinning.
“That was a bonus,” Cary said. “Your present is ‘birthday paddy whacks’.”
“Not a chance,” yelped Pete, struggling to rise against her possessive grip around
his head.
“Not you, stupid,” Cary whispered. “Me.”
Pete stopped struggling.
“How do you want me?” asked Cary.
“I-I-I,” Pete gibbered, feeling himself rising again.
“Bending over to touch my toes? Or over your knee?” Cary purred as she saw the
effect her voice was having. “How about lying on the bed with my pillow under my hips?
That’s the way mum and dad used to spank me.”
“I-I-I,” Pete began again.
“You said that already,” Cary cooed. “Don’t you want to give me paddy whacks?”
“All of the above,” Pete said quickly, frightened the chance was really slipping
from his grasp.
“Now you’re being greedy,” Cary laughed.
“Over my lap for my birthday, which we missed,” Pete said excitedly, “and touching
your toes for your birthday. That’s fair.”
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