“And they lived happily ever after...” Renée closed the book of fairy tales, and made sure Lee was tucked safely in bed. He was such a cute little kid, and his parents were nice, too. She hoped that one day she could live in a house like this one. It was cozy and warm, not huge and showy like the houses on the hill. She stroked Lee’s head a few more times, insuring that he was sound asleep. Silently she switched off the light, and tip toed out of his bedroom. She peeked out the kitchen window, and saw Tommy! Just like he promised, he was there to spend New Year’s Eve with her.
She looked beautiful in the brand new aqua sweater and matching poodle skirt he’d given her for Christmas. He had no earthly idea what size she wore, but good ol’ Lydia Brownstone from his side of the tracks was more than willing to give Tom a helping hand with the selection. She went to a private exclusive girls school, and felt the upper middle class kids in public school were lacking in their compassion for the poor. Lydia had no designs on Tom Ericsen. She was head over heals crazy mad about Renée’s brother's buddy, Angelo Miltonelli, alias, Animal.
Tom’s heart was in his throat as he saw Renée gazing out the back window searching for him. When he waved, her face burst into a smile that could light the whole universe.
“Tommy, Tommy, Tommy! Happy New Year! I’m so glad you could get away! How did you do it?”
“Told my folks Lydia and I were going to a party at Sarah Gunderson’s. We were there for a little while, then her parents went upstairs with their friends, so Lydia and I sneaked out. I dropped her off over at Animal’s hangout.”
“And, he’s the bad one, and you’re the good one?” Renée laughed.
“Yeah, seems a little off doesn’t it? Hey, where’s my kiss?” Tom grabbed both of her hands, twirled her around as if they were jitterbugging, and pulled her to him. He tilted his head down, and kissed the leggy fourteen year olds mouth.
Renée felt the familiar tingle in her lower region that she didn’t understand. She sometimes felt it just before her period, but she always felt it when she thought of Tommy. They sat side by side on the floor with their backs against the couch. They had been going steady since Thanksgiving. Tommy knew his parents didn’t like Renée, but he didn’t care. She was the light of his life, and a breath of fresh air from their world of squares. She had popped some corn, and poured colas. She checked in on Lee. He was still sound asleep with his teddy bear tucked under his arm. She sat back down next to Tom on the floor watching Rebel Without a Cause, munching on popcorn, and sipping cola. Tommy had seen the movie before. Tom liked the movie a lot, and Renée liked the love story. During a commercial, Tom smiled a crooked grin, and said, “Give me a little kiss, will ya, huh?" Mimicing her Norwegian accent.
“You’re so silly!” Renée giggled and kissed Tom on the lips. It was quick and it was sweet, and the fourteen and sixteen year olds were happy just to be with each other. As the movie progressed, they each felt stirrings during the love scenes between the movie’s stars. Tom turned to Renée, their eyes locked, then slowly closed as their lips met. Never had they lingered face to face for such a long time. His lips moved over hers, and she felt her head whirl as their breath quickened. Her arms wrapped around his back, and rubbed, grasped, and pulled him closer to her. Tom didn’t know what was happening to his body. He’d never made out this heavily before, and the urges he was experiencing had never been this strong. He didn’t know how, but he wanted something he never had, and didn’t even know what it was. Her breasts were pressing into his chest. He’d never felt breasts before. Overwhelmed with wonder, he moved a hand over each one. The hardness of her nipples pressing against his palms, matched what he was feeling inside his pants. Renée was breathing rapidly, pushing, and making sighing noises. She straddled his thigh, and rubbed until she was crying, “Oh, oh, oh!” Tom was in ecstasy, feeling her joy made him grow. “Renée, I don’t know what’s happening. My, my ummm, my... I hurt. Please, I need to stop. It hurts.”
“Tommy no, don’t stop. It, it can’t hurt.” Renée was back on him kissing. “Tommy, it’s hot. Oh my goodness, the heat must be in the 90s.” Tom pulled off her sweater, and found his problem within his pants even more painful. Touching her was more glorious than before. He pulled her bra off, and with never having heard of such a thing, his mouth lunged to devour what was peeked before him.
They heard a noise. It was Lee crying. He needed to go potty. Renée threw her sweater back on without the bra and went to help him to the bathroom.
Neither of them had truly been given “the talk”. Tom’s parents were too involved within their social circle. Renée’s parents had their own struggles just surviving.
She came back in and sat down. “Tommy, I have a feeling.”
“Is it pain? I hurt.”
“Why do you hurt?”
“Ummm, I ummm, got bigger. It was pressing hard on the inside of my zipper.”
“Well, can’t you just loosen your drawers?” Renée giggled. “Sounds simple enough to me. I don’t know about the feeling I have down there. But, I do like what we’re doing.”
“Yeah... Me, too. Wanna start again?” He unbuttoned his jeans, and ran down his zipper.
Renée took off her sweater, she pulled Tom’s head back to her chest. He caressed one with one hand, and nibbled the other as she trembled. His hand moved over her belly where she said she had a feeling. She wriggled at his touch. With loosened pants, and a totally out of control member, he felt like he’d never felt before. He moaned a sob from the bottom of his soul, when Renée put her hand on him. “It’s not fair that you hurt Tommy.”
“Hurt? Oh, Renée, now that doesn’t hurt!”
Renée didn’t know what she was doing, but as she petted him, the burn was getting hotter. And, what ever that thing was between them, she knew it caused it. They were back to mouth kissing, tonguing, feeling, touching, when Tom backed off. “I’ve had enough of this. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve had enough.” He slipped out of his pants and lay exposed from the waist down with his lovely girlfriend.
“Tommy, I don’t know what it is either, but this is what I feel I was made for... for you.”
He looked at her, and decided to let nature take it’s course. “My guess is, you don’t need under pants on.” He put both hands under her poodle skirt, thinking when things got just right, they should connect... somehow. Tom placed his hands around her tiny waist grasping the elastic, then he removed her panties. His eyes took in every inch of her loveliness, from her soft blonde triangle, to her firm thighs, down her long legs to her bobby sox, then back to her soft blonde triangle. He recalled her movement against his thigh when they were making out hot and heavy moments ago. He stroked her softness, she lifted to meet him. He touched all kinds of new and interesting parts as he fumbled around trying to figure it all out. He watched her respond. She ooo’d and ahhhh’d, and called his name. She looked at him with wide eyed wonder, as she felt up and down the length of him. He leaned over, and kissed her full on the mouth. He probed deeper, she opened wider. He moved on top, she tilted her pelvis. He fumbled, she shifted. He touched, she aligned. He pushed, she hollered. They were still, the whole world was still. She virgin fluttered, he moved like a jack rabbit. He finished, she didn’t.
Tommy knew Renée was disappointed. He hoped once he knew what he was doing, it would be as good for her as it was for him. He went to the bathroom, and brought out a warm wash cloth, and cleaned her. He washed everything down there, then rinsed the cloth and washed her again. “Renée, I’ve never done this before. I know you haven’t either. I don’t know how I know it, but I do. It’s gotta get better for you. It was great for me. You gasped, did it hurt real bad?”
“Oh yah. Like someone jammed a screw driver between my two front teeth, twisted it sideways, and kept on pushing.” Renée stated openly.
“Man, how can that be? I hurt before, and you hurt during. I wonder if it hurts like that every time?”
“I don’t know, but I really wanted it, Tommy. I want it again, but not right now. It still hurts. But, that yearning is still there. Something didn’t happen for me, like it did for you. Tommy, I really liked it though.”
“I’ve heard some locker room talk. Guess I’ll pay closer attention from now on.”
“I’ve never heard anything. I honestly don’t know what we just did.”
“Does it still hurt?” He wondered.
“Yes, but not as much. After you began moving, it started feeling really good, but then it was over. There’s a dull ache just inside.”
“Renée, let me kiss it all better.” Tommy laughed, wanting to cheer the mood. He kissed, not knowing exactly what he was doing. But, he continued to kiss because he could tell she really liked it. The more she responded, the more his confidence built. He kissed longer, and deeper, and wetter. Renée moaned with delight, and was a bit miffed when he stopped. But when he easily slipped into her again, she willingly took all he had to give. And, she enjoyed it until she was totally spent.
Tom let out a long breath, and collapsed on top of her long lean body.
“Tommy, that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me in all my fourteen years.”
“Yeah? Renée it took me sixteen years, but this is what I want to do for the rest of my life, and I only want to do it with you.” He was pleased that he held longer the second time, and thrilled that he’d satisfied Renée.
“And I only want to do it with you.”
The clock struck twelve. “I think we’d better get dressed before Lee’s parents get home, and find me here. I’ve got a feeling they’ll be wanting to do what we just did. A lot of grown up things make more sense now.”
“Uh huh, a lot more sense. Tommy, I, ummm, I am really glad this happened.”
“Me, too, Renée, me, too. Renée, I love you. When we’re old enough, will you marry me?”
Copyright © 2009 kgcummings
