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Chapter 2: Ripples

This will be more enjoyable if read in sequence from the beginning: Neighbors Across the Park. The story involves the spreading ripples from my encounter with Randy.

Just before tripping through the gate I whispered to Randy, "Your cock is still my favorite. Goodnight now." I looked into Randy's eyes and winked. My eyes were suddenly drawn to the sight of a discarded condom lying on the flagstones beside the hot tub. I quickly stooped to pick it up, tied a knot in it, and whispered, "no matter what, tonight stays between us, right?" then I blew Randy a kiss and ran home.

I went straight up the stairs yelling "nothing," to my mom's question of what I'd been doing. In my bedroom I collapsed on my bed and lay staring at the ceiling as images of the evening replayed through my mind.

Before this week I'd been totally out of touch with my sexual nature. I'd played with myself, but only in the most perfunctory ways. I'd flicked my clit back and forth with my fingers until I came, and I don't it many times, but I'd never had an Earth shaking orgasm like Randy had coaxed out of me. I hadn't realized such things were possible. I had, in fact, thought that sex was way over-hyped, since it amounted to such a transitory little thrill.

I mean, I couldn't ignore the heat of my blood when my pussy swelled up and demanded attention in the night, even waking me up from a sound sleep occasionally, demanding service. But I had not understood that the pleasure of fucking?there I said the word?fucking could be so Earth stoppingly wonderfully delicious. And now that I knew?well, what of it?

As my thoughts played with the evenings impressions, my fingers found their way to my vagina without my being aware of it. My pussy was still swollen and tender to the touch, and it responded to each minute movement of my fingers with unfamiliar heat. I became freshly aware of my fingers' activity when they found their way to my nose and tongue. I loved the smell of my juices mixed with Randy's cum. I couldn't help myself; I had to smell, taste and feel every element of the evening's pleasure all over again.

After two second self-induced orgasms, something that had never happeded before, my breathing slowed and my pulse settled down. In the silence of the night, when the rushing of my blood through my veins quieted, I gradually became aware of the noise of the air conditioner. It wasn't the newest unit and occasionally it developed a knock that went on for 1/2 an hour or more before it settled down again. Then in a flash of insight, I realized it wasn't the air conditioner at all, but a rhythm I suddenly realized I knew quite well. I'll be damned, I thought, my mom and dad are fucking and I can hear them thumping their bed. I felt all warm inside. Everybody's doing it.

I thought about it. There are only 3000 adults in our town, but even if they only do it once a week, that means 428 of them are fucking every night and that's just one small town. Way cool!

I suddenly got up and pulled my journal down off its high shelf. Once upon a time I used to write in it every evening, but it'd been years since I'd taken it down. I opened it up to an entry I'd made three years earlier. Scotch taped to the page was half of a twenty dollar bill. My best friend, Anne, had the other half. The first of us to lose her virginity was to get the missing half.

Me?

I bet! I quickly taped the used condom I'd picked up beside the bill. Suddenly I couldn't wait to call her, but it was obviously too late.

After I left him at the hot tub area, Randy quickly picked up his stuff and made his way into his house. My words were doubtlessly ringing in his ears, "no matter what, this stays between us, right?" Randy washed off his cock in the bathroom and hurried to his room to phone Fred, his best friend?one of his D