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GOOD KARMA 3B: RANDI By Wojo Martin CATCHING UP: Perpetually helpful high school junior, Zeb, came to the rescue of Mindi, a beautiful and clever freshman girl from the swanky Heights District of town. Since then, he has been the beneficiary of Mindi’s rumor that he is a teen sex god. Her attempt to help karma reward him has led him to incredible sexual encounters with other freshman Heights Girls. It has even led Zeb’s faithful friend Matt to be rewarded with a beautiful new Heights girlfriend, Debi. On the way to hang out with Matt and Debi, Zeb encountered Debi’s all-too-sexy younger sister Randi. Zeb felt “the thunderbolt” in his heart when he first saw her tanning in her thong bikini. Now she had just asked Zeb to “do” her! Our teenage fantasy picks up from there. Teen male/girl, young, virginity, oral. “What?” Zeb was already reeling from the sexy appearance of the too-young girl lying on the chaise. Now, the little blonde had looked up at him with her bright green eyes and said something he was sure he must have misheard. “The tanning timer went off and then I said ‘your timing is perfect. Somebody has to do me!’” The preternaturally sexy young girl extended a bottle of suntan lotion toward him. She was asking for help with applying the lotion! Well, he didn’t want the girl to burn. He worried that he might burn—eternally—but probably not for just applying her sunscreen. He took the bottle. He tentatively started between her shoulders. She pulled her blonde hair aside and offered her slender neck. He rubbed the oil in there, too. He even got the backs of her ears, which made her giggle. “Sorry, ticklish,” she said. “Ticklish ears?” he asked. She shrugged. Then she untied the single knot on the strapless top and let it fall to the sides, thankfully trapped to the chaise by her body. He found his hands working down over her shoulder blades and the small of her back. He found that he was now edging toward the real problem spot. Just looking at her tight little bottom—when he’d thought she was almost his own age—had made Zeb have thoughts of the type that made him guilty now. Now that he knew the bottom was attached to a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. “Don’t be shy,” she said calmly, “if I have to do it myself, I might miss a spot, and then I’d have red splotches on my ass when I hang out at Staci’s swim party tomorrow.” Zeb took a deep breath and did what she asked, praying against hope that she didn’t react in a manner that was even more provocative than she had already been. He was thunderstruck by this girl’s undeniable allure. Matt had referred to Randi as “disturbingly hot.” Zeb now knew exactly what he had meant. He rubbed the oil on her tight bottom, but she didn’t squeal girlishly or show signs of undue arousal even when he got very close to the spot where her thong almost disappeared between the curves of her backside. How she was so calm when he was so rattled, he couldn’t understand. He could tell she wasn’t the type to be unaware of the effect her body had on boys. He finished oiling her bottom as quickly as propriety demanded, but had to exert will to keep his hands from lingering. He moved down to the safer parts of her legs. Those parts weren’t really all that safe either, especially when she spread her legs a little to indicate that he should oil up the insides of her thighs. Still, navigating Randi’s bottom had been more treacherous than a nighttime walk along the cliffs. He finished with her feet. She did giggle then, and it was delightfully girlish. But who didn’t have ticklish feet? She caught the sides of her top and rolled to face up at him as he finished her feet. “Nice job on my back, but actually,” she held up the timer that had beeped right at Zeb’s first approach, “it was time for me to roll over. This side?” Zeb looked at her flat belly and a pair of small but firm breasts no one her age had a right to possess. Hell, no one any age had a right to possess a body like hers. He wasn’t certain how well he could behave if he tried navigating this road. “This side you can reach yourself,” he said with a nervous chuckle. “There’s a fact I’m painfully aware of,” she said with a naughty grin. Then she sighed. “At my age, no one else ever reaches it.” He had been unprepared for that kind of naughty humor from a junior high girl, but in some ways her brazen attitude sobered him. She was pushing a little harder now; it was still incredibly sexy. But her comfortable attitude when he had been massaging the lotion into her backside had been devastatingly appealing. He handed her the bottle. “You’re a gorgeous little girl, Randi. Your time will come.” He hoped he didn’t sound like an old fart. He couldn’t help wanting her to think he was a cool guy, even if he didn’t want to try and wind her up the way she was winding him. She just arched an eyebrow at him, asking for a little more explanation. “No need to work so hard…. I noticed. Trust me, any boy would notice. So does the old guy across the street.” “Men’s eyes were meant to look, and let them gaze,” she tossed off the quote with a little backhand wave toward the neighbor. “That’s Mercutio from Romeo and Juliet.” Zeb remembered things like that. He couldn’t do his advanced algebra homework to save his life, but literary quotes and pop culture references he could manage. “I love that play. We just read it last month in Honors English 7,” she said. “It’s nice to finally meet a boy who pays attention to romantic plays.” “Well, actually, that line comes from a fight scene,” he said. Then he got out while he could—before the precocious Shakespeare reading seventh grader remembered Romeo’s suggestion that they all retire to a more private location. He had a feeling that a private location was a dangerous place to be with this little beauty. He headed into the house to find that Matt and Debi had been watching their little scene from the patio door. “That baby girl’s hellbent for Heaven, ain’t she, bro?” Matt asked, shaking his head and releasing a long breath. “Well, she’s certainly a flirt,” Zeb admitted, not quite willing to admit that he was actually a little afraid of his own attraction to her. “She’s a little vixen is more like it,” Debi added. “Surprised you made it inside. For a cute guy, getting into this house past her is like trying to get into Thebes past the Sphinx.” “I’m sure she’s not that bad,” Zeb countered, noticing that Debi could throw down classical references as easily as her younger sister dropped Bard bombs. “She’s just trying things out to see how boys react.” “Oh, she’s up for trying things out alright,” Debi said. “That’s kind of the point. To tell you the truth, we’re not having other people over today, Zeb. We actually just wanted you to come over so we could talk to you about Randi.” Zeb knew what was coming. This was where they asked him for a favor involving a girl. But this time, despite the fact that she was the most tempting specimen of nubile beauty he had ever seen, Zeb was not sticking around to get talked into it. He wouldn’t even pause to consider it. He knew that little girl could make him cave in very short order. “Nice to see you, Debi,” Zeb said and turned to Matt. “Not cool, Matty.” He started to go. “Zeb, please. If you just understood what’s going on… it would all make sense,” Debi grabbed Zeb by the hand. “Debi, that girl can wind me up like no one I’ve ever seen. I don’t dare stick around and let you give me a push in her direction.” “Zeb, I get that, trust me. But everything we’re asking for comes out of love for Randi,” Matt said. He turned to his girlfriend. “Show him.” “This,” Debi said, crossing to the breakfast bar and pulling out a little pink book, “is Randi’s diary. This,” she said pulling out a second little pink book, “was mine at her age.” They were essentially identical. “My aunt apparently got us the exact same gift for our twelfth birthdays.” “So, you read it?” Zeb said. It bothered him that none of the Heights Girls seemed to share the value he placed on people’s privacy. “She left her diary lying out by the pool, and when I saw it, I thought she’d been reading my diary. I opened it, and found out I was wrong. Then… I did the same thing I was ready to accuse her of doing. I know it was wrong, but hate me later. Look at the first page I turned to!” “I’m not going to do that, Deb.” He feared the way the temptations of that sexy little girl’s inner thoughts would affect him. “Read the damned entry, Zeb,” Matt said firmly. All his other friends seemed to ask for frequent favors, but Matt rarely did. In fact he had probably done at least as many nice things for Zeb as he had done for Matt. Maybe more. Zeb sighed and took the diary. He read the page. It was from about a week after Matt and Debi had started dating. “I love Debi, but she is such a fucking hypocrite. She keeps telling me that sex is a big deal, and I should wait, but I know she fucked Matt last night, and now she’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her!” “Well, good for you, Matt,” Zeb cracked. Matt shrugged in false humility. “Keep reading, Zeb. Please,” Debi said. “So, that’s it on the waiting game for me. I’m going to get me some of that, too. I want to. I REALLY want to. The boys in my class are so fucking immature, though. I want an older boy, like Matt. Older boys know what they’re doing. I don’t really know any, but I can find one easy enough. One of these nights I’m just going to sneak out to a high school party, or maybe a college party, find a cute boy and fuck his brains out.” “She could get hurt, Zeb. She could get hurt bad,” Matt sounded angry. “When I think of her putting it out there for whatever guy is the first to take the bait… If an asshole like Bobby Rectilo touched her, I might do some pretty violent things.” Bobby was the boy from whom Zeb had saved his friend, Mindi. “Sorry to get all emotional about it, but I’ve gotten to know the real Randi. She’s an awesome person, and I care about what happens to her.” “So talk her out of it!” “She won’t listen to anybody anymore,” Deb moaned in exasperation. “From her point of view, anyone who’s getting some and telling her not to is a hypocrite. Especially since—well she knows I was only in seventh grade my first time.” “Was the boy four years older than you?” “No. But he was three years older, and afterwards he treated me like shit. I felt like a whore when he got done with me. It took Mindi a year to get me to even think about boys again. Hell, I almost didn’t jump in and go after Matt. You didn’t know it when you set us up to go bowling with you and Cyndi, but Matt had already asked me out once and got shot down. I regretted it right away, but I was still scared. Then when I found out he was your best friend, and everyone says how sweet you are… I figured he might really be nice. I was right. I fell in love by the end of the second game.” “You had me by the fifth frame, Deb.” He kissed her. Zeb felt good to see it. Man, he loved to see people happily matched. “Matt, why didn’t you tell me you asked her out?” he said, feeling like an idiot for setting them up after that. “Because you’d do something stupid like set us up.” Matt punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Me? When have I ever done something like that?” “Boys!” Debi cried. “Can we focus on Randi?” “I still don’t know, Debi. It all just seems a little… you know?” “That’s why I want it to be you, Zeb,” Debi said. “She’s gonna do this anyway. You’ve seen her. There’s no stopping her if she decides to turn on her… feminine charms. So, I at least want her first time to be with someone nice, like you.” “She’s in seventh grade!” “So was I. So were you, from what Matt says.” “Pam was my next door neighbor, and my afterschool sweetie since kindergarten. We had gone out on and off since fifth grade. Ask Matt. Pam and I were always meant to be each other’s first.” “That’s all true, bro. But maybe you were meant to be Randi’s. You’ve been how many girls’ first? Seven now?” “Six.” “Okay then, six. But wasn’t every one of them happy that it was you?” “I know Brandi and Cyndi sure were,” Debi added to the argument that Zeb was slowly realizing he was going to lose. “Only six?” Matt jumped back to the last topic. “I thought Jennifer was…” “So did I, until right before.” “So, who--?” “Boys! Focus!” Debi snapped. “Focus on what?” a cheerful voice called from the patio door. They hadn’t heard Randi come in. She entered the kitchen just as Debi was sliding the diary beneath the breakfast bar. Randi caught the flash of pink. Her jaw clenched, and she rushed across the kitchen, through the living room and upstairs. They heard her bedroom door open and then listened in dread as her steps came hammering back down the stairwell. “You little bitch,” she snapped at Debi. “You guys getting your fucking ya-yas?” she said turning on Matt and Zeb before snatching the diary from her big sister and bursting into tears as she fled the room again. Matt and Debi turned first to one another, and then to Zeb. “I fucked that up,” Debi said burying her face on the counter. She waited a few seconds and then rose. “I’d better go try and fix it.” She rose to go after her sister. Matt put a hand on her shoulder and shook his head. “She’s gonna hate us now. Anything we say is gonna make it worse, babe.” “Well, what else can I do?” Debi asked her boy. Matt looked at Zeb in silence. He and Debi let the wheels in their friend’s head turn. “Oh, hell, Matty. What kind of karma is this going to earn me?” Zeb groaned. A month ago he hadn’t even seriously considered the concept of karma. Mindi had finally made him a believer. He walked to the foot of the stairs and then came back with one last question on his mind. “The part about your parents being gone?” he asked Debi. “All true… out of town until tomorrow night.” Zeb nodded slowly. He turned to go back upstairs. “Zeb, wait!” Debi cried and walked with him into the living room. “She’s … she’s going to do it pretty soon anyway, right? So, me sending a sweet guy in there… It’s the right thing to do isn’t it?” Debi was on the verge of tears. Thinking it was a good idea and actually doing it were two different things. He thought about it for a while. “Yes, Debi. You’re doing right by her.” “Thanks. You’re a good person, Zeb. So, that means something coming from you.” “Thanks.” “And Zeb… she’s gorgeous and she’s willing, and she’s probably way more ready than we were. So, quit looking like you’re going to an execution. Any guy who gets my little sister better damned well be happy about it!” Debi smiled in a way that dared Zeb not to return it. He broke into a sheepish grin. “I hope she likes me. She is one hot girl!” Debi was right. The time for agonizing was over. Once Zeb approached Randi, he would be doing her a disservice by acting in any way reticent. It would be even worse if he acted guilty afterward. If Randi wanted him, and that was yet to be determined, he had to be glad to make love to her. He knocked gently on her door. “Go away, Matt,” she said flatly. “It’s not Matt. It’s Zeb. How’d you know it was a boy?” “Boys walk like elephants. I could hear you on the steps.” “May I come in?” “They send the Virgin Whisperer to calm me down?” “I haven’t read much Nicholas Evans, but from I know of that book, I think you just cut me to the quick.” “Well, you’re not a complete idiot. You can come in, I guess.” Zeb opened the door and stepped just inside. She had thrown shorts and a t-shirt on over her bikini. “Did you see the diary, too?” “A little bit,” he confessed. He wasn’t a liar, and she was way too sharp for him to have blown that one by her anyway. “So, come to look at the town whore?” “I came to look at, and talk to, the most stunning girl I’ve ever seen.” Zeb wasn’t just blowing smoke up her skirt. He had figured out long ago that the best way for him to do well with girls was to just be honest, to tell them how beautiful they were without getting carried away or wordy. He called her the most stunning girl he’d ever seen because that’s what she was. “As far as the town whore business, I think that’s a pretty hard claim for a virgin to make. If that title goes to either of us….” He moved his hands up and down in front of himself to indicate that just maybe the town whore was actually the boy standing in her room. She held him in her gaze for a moment and appraised what he was implying. “You HAVE been getting around from what I hear. Still, you’re a boy. People are impressed with you when you do it.” “I hate that double standard. Girls have a right to enjoy sex as much as we do.” “That why you’re fucking every virgin in town?” she asked. “Get us in the game?” “You know… in a way,” he admitted. “It sort of is.” She wasn’t sure she liked that answer. He explained, “I’m a true believer in sex. Most guys enjoy sex, but for me it’s more. I think it’s a beautiful way for two people who have the right kind of attraction to help each other feel good.” “That’s a great fucking line to give a girl after you just read her diary and found out she’s a horny little virgin,” she snapped, putting her hands on her hips. Zeb had never thought telling a girl she was beautiful when she was angry was a good idea, but damn, Randi wore her anger well. Still, he resisted the urge. “Debi showed us the diary because she was worried about you. She’s not opposed to you having sex anymore. She’s just worried about your plan for pulling it off.” Honesty was working so far. She was at least talking to him and listening to his answers. “Sex with a stranger can be dangerous—especially for a young girl, because the guy she hooks up with is likely to be bigger and stronger, and she doesn’t know what he might try to do. That’s one double standard with some logic behind it. Also, sex is a powerful thing. As good as it can be with the right person, it can be at least as bad with the wrong one.” She sat down on the edge of the bed. She was responding to his straightforward manner. He started to sit on the edge of the bed a few feet away from her. He realized they had invaded enough of her personal space already today. He glanced to her for permission. She shrugged. He had her permission, but not her enthusiasm. “I don’t know if I want to do it with you anymore.” She pointedly looked away from him and toward the diary sitting on her desk. “I could sure understand that. This whole situation is a clusterfuck, now. We wise high schoolers totally screwed the pooch on this one.” “You can say that again!” She still glared angrily at the diary sitting on her dresser. “Well, we’re not very much older and wiser than you. We get to fuck up, too.” “You AREN’T much older than me, are you?” she asked, turning toward him, suddenly a little brighter. “We’re not grown-ups, any of us.” She thought on that one for a bit. “Did you ever…?” “With a grown-up? Do college girls count?” “I don’t know. I’m only in junior high.” She rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue a little as she said it. “College girls, huh?” “Singular, not plural.” “How was it?” She wasn’t trying to corner him with that. She just wanted information she could use to assess her own feelings about things. “Well, remember how we all think you doing it with a stranger at a party is such a horrible idea? That’s exactly what I did.” He waited to have her call him a hypocrite, but she didn’t. “The sex was fun, but I barely remember her. I’m not even sure that I can call the memory a fond one. It’s a sexy one, but it’s not an important one in the long run. If it had been my first time, I think it would have been a little sad about in some ways. But… I am a boy. And she was hot.” “You’re not afraid to say anything, are you?” she laughed as she said it. “Not to you. There’s not anything I won’t tell you as long as nobody else is gonna be hurt by it. I don’t think I have a right to ask for much privacy from you.” “Well, then. I’m going to take advantage of you.” There was her sly little grin again. “For information.” “Fire away,” he said opening his arms to show he was an easy target. “First time?” “Seventh grade.” She chortled, but then turned and pulled her legs up and crossed them on the bed as she turned to face him full-on. “I thought that might amuse you. She was my girlfriend, that week. We were on and off. She was my age and one of my best friends since kindergarten. She moved away the next year.” “You still like her.” She had picked that up from a tiny softening in the tone of his voice. She was sharp. “A lot,” he confessed. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” “I’m over it, and she’s got a steady boyfriend at her new school. She and I still Facebook once in a while.” “Oh… that’s not what I meant. The first time, for the girl… it hurts, right?” “Oh… some, when the hymen breaks. Debi could probably give you a better picture of that. But I also know it’s different for different girls.” “Because of how tight they are?” “I think that’s not as big an issue as how much of a hymen they have left. Not positive, though. Some girls have already torn theirs or partly torn theirs before they ever have sex. I also think that people just take pain differently. One girl I knew… well… she said, ‘yeehaw’ when I did it. My very first… she held onto me and cried for two solid minutes.” “It hurt that bad?” “I think she was just overcome with emotion. I’m really not sure. I was only in seventh grade.” He rolled his eyes and flashed his tongue like she had on her similar remark. Randi laughed and took his hand. “I like you, Zeb.” “I like you, Randi. And I think you’re hotter than any girl I’ve ever known.” He was comfortable telling her that now that he had made up his mind about her. “Zeb, if I kiss you… It’s just a kiss, okay?” “A kiss from you could never be just a kiss, Randi. But I know what you mean.” She kissed him. There was no tongue and no groping. But it did last several seconds. When they were done, she scooted back away from him, but held his hand. “Like I said, girl, not just a kiss. That was pretty high up there on the ‘Wow!’ scale.” She smiled a little, but then her thoughtful look returned. “I don’t want to tease you or anything. Not now. Before, it was kind of fun, though.” She had the sweetest little naughty smile. “I had a hard time making my hands move on from your ass. You’ve really got it going on in the body department.” “Really?” She quickly took off her t-shirt. “I barely have anything up here.” “Are you kidding? Those are some damned firm little girlie-bumps there, Randi.” Her jaw dropped a little; then she smiled. “You just say stuff about me. You’re not afraid to.” “This is just one of those moments when it feels right to be like that. You’re a sexy girl; we’re having a sexy talk.” “You’re kind of sexy, too,” she said, looking into his eyes. When he’d first met her, he couldn’t have imagined her blushing the way she did as she called him sexy. Now, he could add “adorable” to the long list of glowing adjectives he could use to describe Randi. “Thanks.” He knew that he still blushed when a girl said something like that in a quiet moment. “Oh, shit. Thank you. You said nice things about me, and I never said thanks.” She kissed him again. She let her tongue slip into his mouth. She had obviously done this much before. She didn’t get crazy with it, just tagged him a little and then withdrew. “Zeb, if we did a little stuff, would you get mad if I stopped you before we went all the way?” “Randi… if you were thirty and stopped me, it would still be okay. Don’t tease on purpose, but you always have the right to say no.” He was afraid that might mislead her about the attitude of boys in general. He put a hand on her cheek. “Look, if we had already started making love and suddenly it felt wrong to you, I would stop and not be mad at you. I’d be awfully worked up, but not mad at you. But a lot of guys would be mad, and a lot of other guys might not stop, at least not until you really fought them.” “And some wouldn’t stop even if I did?” “Exactly.” His hand was still on her cheek. He looked deeply into her sparkling green eyes. “See why Debi is so worried?” At the mention of her sister’s name, a little crimson crept into her cheeks. “She still had no right to look at…” “No, we didn’t. Not any of us. It was an asshole thing to do.” She softened to hear him admit again that they knew how violating her privacy had hurt her. “I’m kind of glad it happened now,” she said, somewhat distractedly. “I really like you, and I learned a lot talking to you.” “I like you, too, Randi, more by the minute.” “Zeb… when I let you in, I knew that there was a good chance Debi sent you up here to see if I wanted to let you be my first. I didn’t know if I wanted that after the diary thing, but now, I know for sure. I want it to be you.” “That’s a big decision. Want more time?” “No. I know I want to have sex. The only things you guys really made me think about is with whom.” “You make Shakespeare references, and you even use ‘whom.’ Your sister makes references to Greek mythology. How much smarter than me are you girls?” Randi’s answer was a kiss. Apparently she knew he’d meant it as a compliment. This time, she let her tongue stay in his mouth longer than before and allowed him to tag her back a few times. “Damn, but you can kiss, girl.” “So, boys like it that way, too,” she said and raised her eyebrows. She knew what intrigued boys; that much was certain. “I think maybe I should read more of that diary,” he said and started toward the desk. “Not on your life, Zebulun!” she squealed and pulled him back to the bed. They, not at all accidentally on either end, wound up with him lying on top of her. She was a little breathless, excited by his proximity and the weight of a handsome boy on her body. “First of all…” She pressed her nose to his Saint Rita’s t-shirt and allowed herself a whiff of his light cologne. “…you smell incredible. Secondly, if you want to know who taught me to kiss, just ask.” “Who taught you how to kiss all sexy like that, pretty girl?” “My friend Staci and I taught each other. Just for practice, though. Hugs and kisses from a girl seemed like fun, but neither one of us wanted to do anything more.” “So, she never touched you like this?” he asked as he slid a hand over her bikini top. She took a deep breath. “Holy shit! A cute boy just felt me up!” She giggled and rolled out from underneath him, making a mock attempt to get to her desk. “I have to write this in my diary!” This time he pulled her back onto the bed, and this time she wound up on top of him. “It can wait,” she purred, and kissed him again. Zeb let her control things for a minute, but when she started to rub her groin lightly against him, he followed a sudden impulse and rolled her quickly to her back. She gasped and kissed him more passionately. She liked feeling his weight on top, and she liked the tiny flash of gentle strength he had displayed. Zeb kissed his way down her neck and decided to trail a tongue down to her breasts. He came up sputtering and laughing. “Suntan lotion is more fun to spread than it is to taste,” he explained with a funny little grimace. She giggled and pushed his face away. “I am greased head to toe,” she said, leading to a question Zeb hoped she was about to ask. “Want to help me clean it off?” “I suppose I’d better,” he said with mock resignation. “Well, if you REALLY don’t want to…” she teased in return. He swept her up in his arms and carried her across her huge bedroom toward her private bath; Heights Girls sure had swanky layouts. “Oh, I guess maybe you DO want to,” she giggled as she threw her arms around his neck and enjoyed his strength. He stopped and let her drop a hand down to open the door. They entered the pinkest bathroom Zeb had ever seen in his life. Apparently, some rich girls’ parents let them pick their own décor for their rooms. “Where exactly does one get a pink toilet?” he asked as he set her down. “They come in other colors?” she asked. She slid open the glass door adorned with pink dolphins and turned on the shower. She let the water cascade down into the huge tub. Zeb was relieved to see that the water came out clear and not fuchsia. Slowly, she turned to him and took in a deep breath. She nodded, and he stepped close and kissed her. He slid a hand up to the spot where the single tie of her strapless bikini crossed her back. He didn’t hesitate as he opened it. Their chests were pressed together and the top didn’t fall. She looked deeply into his eyes, checking to see if she trusted him enough to step back and show him her naked breasts. Satisfied with what she saw there, Randi took the step. The red top fell away. “Oh, Randi… wow!” he said, admiring the way her small breasts stood away from her trim form. After the last several weeks of his life, Zeb shouldn’t have been so taken aback by the sight of a girl’s nude torso, but each new thing about Randi struck him as spectacular. His hands began to move upward of their own accord. Everything about her breasts was so symmetrical. Her areolae were perfect circles and the nipples were exactly centered and stood like spice drops. He almost expected they would taste like sugar. She stopped his hands by taking them gently and moving them down to his sides. Zeb offered no resistance. Her instinct was to go slowly, and Zeb liked to move slowly. Randi reached to the base of his St. Rita’s t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. She held the shirt in her hands and then brought it up to her face and drew in his scent. “You smell so good,” she said with a soft little laugh that was nearly apologetic. Then she sniffed the shirt again and sighed deeply. “I brought a change of clothes in case we swam or anything. You can keep the shirt, if you want.” “Thanks, Zeb.” She leaned in and kissed him, sliding her arms around his neck so that her breasts pressed against him. She made out with him for a bit as the room began to fill with steam, mostly from the shower. She broke off and slid her hands to the belt that held up his baggy shorts. She opened it and then undid the button. Again, she looked deeply into his eyes before actually taking the next step. She closed her green eyes, kissed him gently and slid the shorts and his briefs to the floor. She stood without having looked directly at his rising member. He slid out of his sandals and then stepped toward her, leaving the last of his clothing on the floor as he picked up his feet. He grazed against her; he couldn’t get close to her without doing that now. Randi looked down and swallowed hard. “So, that’s one of those,” she said softly. “It’s a little scary, but kind of beautiful all at once.” Zeb didn’t have words that truly expressed his complicated feelings, and he was certain that the time to be clever had passed. He put a hand on her chin and kissed her gently. He wanted her to know how much he felt for her, and hoped that this, the simplest expression of affection, was enough to convey that. She placed her hand on his cheek and returned the gentle kiss. Then, she stepped back and slid her shorts and thong to the floor. For an instant, Zeb thought that she was bare, but then he saw that she actually had a full patch of hair. It was simply a very light blonde and very soft and straight. Zeb stepped away and took in a full view of her incredible body. “I have never seen such a beautiful girl, Randi.” She knew he meant it. He had been so straightforward and honest that his words carried tremendous weight with her, even at a moment when flattery was expected. She took his hand, reached the other in to test the water, and then pulled him into the shower behind her. He pulled her into his arms as she stepped into the warm water. He was behind her, and she leaned her naked back against him. “Oh, my God,” she whispered. “I thought I would be playful and naughty, but I just feel romantic.” “I like romance,” he said. “And right now, I couldn’t feel any other way about you.” She stayed where she was, wrapped in his strong arms, and swayed gently as he kissed the curve where her neck met her shoulders. “You are the sweetest boy,” she whispered. Out on the lawn, half an hour ago, he had felt lecherous for wanting to hold her, touch her and kiss her. Now, he felt like this was a place he belonged. Had he really just met her? Was there really a time he had wanted any other body close to his? Was there another girl in the world? Was there anything at all besides her? She was leaning back and kissing him now. Her tongue darted into his mouth and then retreated so quickly he thought he had imagined it. Then she reached for the sponge and covered it in scented body wash. She handed it to him. Zeb took the soapy sponge and gently spread the lather over her flat belly. He approached her sex, but did not touch her there, even when she arched her back and reached her hips toward it. They would lose their way if he went there. He wanted her to experience gentleness and the swell of a slowly building wave of desire. He brought the sponge to her shoulders and neck and gently lathered them, sliding to the side so that the warm water could soothe her and rinse the soap away. Her neck rolled as she let the water cascade over her. He washed her sides and arms, trailing up from her waist, under her arm, down the inside of the arm, around the end her fingertips and back up to her shoulder. Dreamily, she sought for his hand and led him to the spot between her breasts. Zeb made slow circles over her firm little mounds. “Oh… oh… Zeb …oh, God,” she said softly and turned to kiss him over and over. He continued to make small circles on her breasts as he faced her now. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance as she closed her eyes and let her head roll in gentle circles that matched the slow movements of the soapy sponge on her chest. When the water began to rinse the soap off of the sponge, she put more body wash on the object that pleased her so. “Please,” she whispered, “again.” Zeb repeated the process and then moved her in front of him so that the water could rinse her clean as he slid back behind her. He moved down to wash the most perfect backside he had ever seen, and found she enjoyed it most when he washed the backs of her thighs just at the curve beneath her globes. “Oh my… oh, no… oh, yes…” she said softly. He set the sponge aside and filled his hands with the wash and massaged her firm bottom for a very long time. Finally, he slid his hand around to her belly. He wasn’t going to go too fast, but she pushed his hand onto the downy hair of her pubis. He lathered her there. She cooed gently and pushed his hand downward again. Zeb’s hands were washed clean by the water, so he turned her away from the shower and took the sponge again, gently running it up and down the length of her slit, before putting it aside. He turned her and let the water rinse her before he returned to touching her with a bare hand. “Oh… Oh…” she moaned softly, but then her sounds became more urgent. “OHHH! OHHH!” She reached an arm up around his neck and held him tightly. “OHHH! It’s happening, Zeb! It’s happening!” She pushed herself firmly against his hand and shuddered for several seconds. “Oh, God… that was so sweet and wonderful.” “It was beautiful to see, Randi.” She took the sponge from him and slowly lowered it down his belly to his pubic hair. She used her hands to massage the wash into the curly hair. She let the water wash the soap away. She gingerly sponged soap onto his erection and then put the sponge aside. Her eyes had a touch of apprehension as she touched him directly. “Just a quick rinse is all with the soap,” he whispered. She nodded. She coated him with a generous portion of the soap and then slowly slid her hand over the thick coating. She stopped for a moment and just held him, then she knelt and examined his erection closely, tipping it up and looking underneath as the water rinsed him clean. She fondled his scrotum gently and then trailed a finger from the base of his crack to the back of his scrotum. He shuddered to the thrill of her gentle experimentation. He knew for a certainty then that she would someday be more than just an extraordinarily beautiful girl. She would become a beautiful girl who made love even better than she looked. She was tender and sweet, but she was fearless. He thought that perhaps she was fashioned from his dreams. “Oh, I’m gonna fall,” he whispered to himself. She took his hand to steady him. “Let’s finish up here and go back to my bed, then,” she said sweetly. He had meant something else by fall; he wasn’t sure whether she had caught his meaning or not. He hoped she hadn’t. He hadn’t earned the right to be in love with her, and there were still too many things that made them falling in love a horrible idea. Randi turned off the water and led him from the shower. They tenderly dried one another’s bodies with big pink towels. He didn’t carry her back to the bed; he let her lead him. This was going as far as Randi wanted it to go, and he was happy with that. He would never take anything from this girl that she didn’t happily give him. They stood beside the bed, naked and shivering slightly. He wouldn’t pull her to the mattress, no matter how badly he wanted her. Every moment with this girl was a gift; he would not be greedy. She kissed him and stroked his cheek. Her green eyes searched his face for signs that he felt as strongly for her as she did for him. The signs were not hard to find. He was as smitten as he had ever been. “Zeb?” she asked. “Are we in love?” “No, Randi. Love takes time and effort. But… I have never had as big a crush on anyone as I have on you right now.” She leaned her head on his shoulder as she held him in her arms. “We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend either, are we?” “We can’t have that, Randi. That’s not what this is about… as much as my heart wants it to be right now.” “But we can make love, and we can care about each other?” “You hold the answer to the first question. The answer to the second is that we already do care about one another.” He kissed her, and she clung tightly to him. “Then, the answer to the first question is yes,” she said after the kiss. She touched his cheek. “And the answer to the next question is yes, too. Debi made my mom put me on the pill six months ago. They all knew I was going to pretty soon, thank God it wound up being with you.” She turned to the bed, taking his hand and pulling down the pink covers. She lay down and extended her arms toward him. He crawled into her embrace. Zeb lay next to her, both of them on their sides. They kissed again, and he slowly let his hand drop to her warm sex. He stroked her labia and gently slid a finger between them. She arched her back and brought her hips to meet his hand. His finger slid slowly into her tight channel. Randi was in many ways more developed than some of the freshman girls Zeb had been with, but in this way, she was exactly what her youth should have made her. Even his finger was a snug fit. The muscles that protected her intimate opening were remarkably taut. “That feels good, Zeb,” she said, slowly beginning to arch forward and back, allowing his finger shallow penetration. She was exploring again, trying different angles and motions. “Find what you like the most, Randi, and remember it. The more pleasure you find, the better I feel.” “Then you should feel pretty damned good right now,” she purred. He did. Soon, though, he removed the finger. She looked a little surprised, but wasn’t disappointed. She had a feeling what he would do next, and she wanted that. “Go ahead, Zeb. Kiss me there. I want you to.” Zeb left a trail of kisses down her flat belly as he slid between her legs, kicking the blankets off of the bed. When he got close, he could smell her arousal. He kissed the hair on her pubis and then lowered his mouth to her sex. Zeb kissed her labia and trailed his tongue slowly up her slit. “Oh, yes… Oh, my… that’s so sweet and wonderful.” She fell silent then, lying on her back and lifting her legs over his shoulders before lying them down over him. She stroked his hair and gripped it slightly as he kissed, sucked and licked the lower parts of her sex. Her grip tightened as his tongue began to roll her clit, and she actually pulled his hair slightly as he began to suck lightly. “So good, baby,” she said softly. She realized how tightly she was gripping him and let go, sliding her hands up to her breasts and tweaking herself as he continued. Zeb knew every girl tasted a little bit different than others. Randi was lightly salted wine, and her supply of natural moisture was plentiful. He marveled at how responsive she was without losing her composure. It felt like everything he did was a wonder to her, but none of it was a shock to her system. He felt the same way about her now. The thunderbolt that struck him at first sight of her had been replaced by a calming pleasure that made him more certain and tender than he had ever been before. The thunder had served to let him know that their fates would mingle, but now he saw that the mingling would be gentle and meaningful. Randi was the start of something for him. He knew that. She would be the end of something, too. That much he didn’t know, but maybe he sensed it. “Now, Zeb,” she whispered. “I couldn’t possibly want it more than this.” He crawled up on top of her and began the gentle push that would lead to the final time he would ever take a girl’s virginity. Randi guided him to the entrance of her slick channel and then put both arms around his neck. Zeb felt the slight pop as the head of his shaft slid through the opening ring of the entrance. Then he felt the tightest grip a girl’s sex would ever have upon his manhood. The firm resistance that met him led Zeb to fear she might experience pain before he ever even reached her hymen, but as he slowly inched toward that barrier, she showed only wonder and pleasure. When he touched her fully intact hymen, he increased the power slightly to push through. The moment it gave way was sudden, and he found that the pressure he had applied drove him all the way to the base of his shaft. Their hips gently collided. “Ohhhh! Ohhhh!” she cried softly, but almost immediately began shifting her hips to adjust to his presence and find spots that pleased her. “That was easy,” she said quietly and with a touch of wonder in her voice as she continued her slight movements. She probably had no idea what each little shift of her body was doing to Zeb. “There was just a little stab, and then it went away almost at once. I guess I was one of the lucky ones.” “Oh, Randi… Oh, God,” he whispered. “It’s incredible!” She looked at him in surprise. For a moment she had focused only on herself. She had the right, but she now realized how much his pleasure moved her. She made more of the little shifts with her hips and saw that they brought as much to him as they did to her. She began to move herself around more freely, discovering she could bring pleasure to both of them. Zeb had never seen a girl so happy to please her boy. Randi truly understood the concept of mutual pleasure. And Zeb marveled at how her tiny movements made for such intense pleasures. He had never felt so much tight contact on every part of his shaft all at once. Every nuance of what she did was transmitted to him. “Go ahead, Zeb,” she said, sensing his need to move. He began to move in and out of her, not slowly and carefully, but with strong strokes that reached deep inside of her and then nearly back out. Her walls gripped him and pulled him back in and then teased him as he withdrew. Randi made him feel so strong and so certain. “Ohhh my God,” she said in amazement. “So wonderful. That feels so wonderful.” She liked that word, and Zeb could never think of a better word to describe making love to Randi. The word meant “full of wonder,” and that was exactly what this moment was. Both of them were amazed at what they were feeling. Zeb had both of his hands on the most perfect backside he had ever seen, and her shapely legs were wrapped around his hips as her ticklish little feet pressed against the back of his legs, urging him into her again and again. Zeb increased his pace. He was going to finish fairly quickly, and he was comfortable with that. If her amazing body desired more from him after, he knew he would have the strength and passion to provide it. He increased the pace and gave her a very passionate moan to let him know that he was reaching the height of his pleasure. She matched him in passion with her soft cries. She was as near as he was, perhaps even closer. He had probably had her near her climax when they began. Now, with her feeling pleasure from the very onset of their act, she was ready to find her moment. This was not a mere romp. This was an act of intense romance and passion, something neither of them had realized was going to happen until it had begun outside of her shower. Now, their bodies cried out for release. Randi’s body found hers first. “Zeb! It’s happening! Oh, God, Zeb! It’s so wonderful!” she cried, squeezing him tightly around the neck as she felt an intense wave of pleasure followed by another and then a third wave of ecstasy. Her climax slowly subsided, leaving her too filled with wonder to speak as he buried himself deeply inside her and unleashed jets of white. “So, incredible,” he gasped. “Can’t be real!” Indeed, he felt like he was dealing with something beyond the realm of earthly experience. The base of his shaft contracted again and again, unable to stop the jets repeatedly emanating from the opposite end. His hands clenched her little bottom so tightly that he would have feared he was hurting her if the girl’s passionate nature didn’t constantly reassure him and let him know that he was doing everything right. Finally he was able to relax and began to dwindle inside her. He let his weight sink gently down on top of her. They breathed heavily for a few moments and let their minds try to sort the sensations their bodies sent them. “My God, Zeb,” she said at last as he rolled off of her and drew her into his arms and onto his chest, “is it always like that?” “It’s never been like that,” he said, still filled with wonder. She kissed him again and again. “I am so lucky,” she said. “to have my first time be with you. Oh, Zeb! Everything was so beautiful and so…” “…wonderful.” “Yes. Wonderful.” She kissed his neck and traced a heart and arrow on his chest. “I feel so strong. So fantastic!” she said and slid down between his legs. She didn’t speak again, but took his shaft in her hands. He thought she was going to take it into her mouth, but she stopped. She looked at the tip, and then looked to the tiny red spots on her pink sheet. She got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. Zeb was afraid she was upset or sickened by the sight, but at the same time somehow knew their passionate interlude was not headed for that type of finish. He heard water running briefly, and she re-emerged from the bathroom with a wet washcloth. She cleaned his shaft with the warm cloth and then tossed it aside. He was already returning to form. The warm cloth had been just the right sensation. She took him in her hands and lowered her mouth to him. She kissed the tip tenderly and then began to lick and suck it, finally taking him fully into her mouth. She had never done this before, but she understood pleasure, and she knew how to kiss. Zeb had confidently given her oral pleasure, and she took her cue from him. She gently used one of her small hands to grip the base and pump him slightly. Seeing that he was erect again, she kept her grip, crawled up on top of him and took him deeply inside of her. She was still incredibly tight, but she was lubricated from both her natural juices and the lingering remnants of his. Zeb expected that she would experiment slowly from this position, but she didn’t. She was certain what she wanted from him, and she took it without reservation. Randi began to raise and lower herself on his shaft, placing both her little hands in the center of his chest. He brought his hands to her firm little breasts and held them, slightly rolling her nipples with his thumbs and eliciting little coos of pleasure from her. Her breaths were deep but steady, and her body was so incredibly warm. She was fair-skinned by nature, so despite her tanning, he could still see her beginning to turn pink as her steady exertions heated her up inside. The joining of their two bodies was so intense for Zeb. Her body gripped him so tightly that every little movement caused intense pleasure, but she wasn’t making small movements this time, she was rising and falling at a steady pace, loving the sensation of being filled and emptied over and over again. He was experiencing something different. He was being squeezed as he was buried inside of her and then feeling a rush of air as she slid up almost enough to cause him to pop out, but always she knew just the spot to reverse her direction and come down, wrapping him once again in her firm grip. This was still tender and romantic, but it was far more physical than their first time. Randi was in control now, and she knew exactly how hard she could go without it hurting her, and both of them knew that Zeb was so sturdy that he wasn’t going to be hurt by the tiny girl on top of him. When she shortened up to a burst of quick, short rises and falls, Zeb’s hips came off the bed and stayed up, supporting her weight in the air but still giving her a firm and steady support on which she could continue. When he lowered her back down to the bed, she made circular motions around the base of his shaft while holding herself all the way down onto him. “So deep in me,” she whispered. “Wonderful, Zeb.” She started to snake her body, rolling forward and back, touching her little pearl to the topside of his shaft and then sliding it down and back up before snaking away to let it breathe. She repeated it over and over. “Oh my… oh, Zeb. Am I doing it right?” “I love every second,” he said. “I love this, too.” She continued, alternating between snaking movements, rises and falls and little circles. She was pulling another climax from him, and she seemed to sense it. He wanted to help her catch up to how close he was. When she had him buried deep inside her, he reached a thumb down and went to work on her clit. “Oh my… a little harder… I can take it.” He continued to use his thumb to stimulate her. “AHHH! AAAHH!” she cried, the loudest sound she had made all morning. “Do something hard to me, Zeb,” she said, almost pleading. “I know! I know!” She slid off him and crawled to all fours, stroking her opening and holding it for him. Zeb knelt behind her and entered her from behind, taking her by the hips. He knew she’d be tired after her having ridden him. She had picked this position because this was the way she wanted to finish. She groaned as she allowed him to unleash the urge to take her that she had built up inside of him. She put her fingers to her clit, taking a cue from what he had done when she was on top. Zeb took her hard now, not roughly, though. It was still romance and affection guiding them; it was simply a faster, harder way of pleasuring one another. Zeb knew she wanted him to show her some of his strength, so he clutched her hips firmly and bottomed out inside of her rapidly and repeatedly. “AAAHHHH!” she cried loudly again. “Oh my…” she whispered. “AAAHHHHH!” “Oh my…” She repeated her alternating expressions as he continued going so deeply into her that she rocked forward onto her elbows and buried her face into the bed. Her cries were muffled then, but they repeated the cycle of a loud exclamation followed by a whisper. Randi lifted her head from the bed, taking a deep breath. “IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!” she shouted. “IT’S HAP—oho-hoho—IT’S—oho-hoho!” Randi clutched at the sheets with the hand she no longer needed to use on herself. “ZEB! ZEB!” she cried as her body began to tremble in delight. She rocked to and fro very slightly. “It’s so wonderful,” she squeaked. Zeb moaned, a sound far deeper than his normal voice. He took two more long hard strokes and then stayed buried to the very base of his shaft. He emptied into his little lover for the second time. Her tiny body was limp with exhaustion, but her tight little channel still had the strength to grip him and squeeze every bit of his offering from him. “Oh, God, Randi… it’s still coming out!” He held her hips to his and continued even past the point of being slightly lightheaded. He didn’t collapse on her tired little body; he flopped to his back alongside her. His arms reached for her and when he found her, he clutched her to his chest; each could feel the other’s heart pounding away. “Oh, little girl, thank you for sharing that with me!” he whispered in a voice almost overwhelmed with sincere emotion. Randi clung to him for a long time, too overcome to speak. “That was really good, right?” she asked after a while. “It can’t always be like that, can it?” “Not for normal people, Randi… but good lord, what you are going to be able to do!” He meant that. Zeb felt genuinely outclassed by his little lover. “Don’t be stupid, Zeb. That was all you!” “Oh, hell, no, girl. I’ve done this before. It never got to me like that.” “For the sake of avoiding a stupid argument,” she said, “let’s call it a draw.” “Let’s just say we bring out the best in each other, Randi. The best.” Randi fell silent for a while, but then came out with something that surprised him. “Let’s not tell anybody how good it was, Zeb.” She saw his puzzled expression. “I want that to be a secret I share with you, only.” “Don’t think I’m going to be able to hide how happy I am, Randi.” “Oh, we’ll tell everyone it was wonderful… but only you and I will know how wonderful. That’s private; that’s special; that’s ours.” “A Heights Girl with a sense of privacy?” “I’ve always had one; then somebody took it away. Now, on some level, it’s mine again.” “Randi… you are the sharpest girl.” “Says the guy who just rescued me from doing something colossally stupid. Thanks, Zeb. THIS is something that only special guys are going to get to do with me.” Zeb was very happy to hear that. He spent the rest of the day and night at Randi and Debi’s house, his mom thinking he was at Matt’s. Most of the time, they just hung out at the pool or watched movies or played video games. That night, they did it again, though. It was… wonderful, and they spent the night curled up together. The next day, after breakfast, they said their goodbyes. Their one, shining encounter wasn’t exactly a secret. Still, only they would ever know how much it meant to them, and how much it shaped their lives to come. +++++GOOD KARMA 4: THE FINAL CHAPTER Teaser+++++ Zeb went to school that Monday knowing that his time as a “Virgin Whisperer” was over. He would always carry a twinge of regret that Randi was never his girlfriend. He actually felt the same way about Brandi and Cyndi. He was meeting and making love to the most wonderful girls he had ever known, but he was breaking his own heart. He was going to thank Mindi, and then tell her that the “sex god” thing was all over. He was going to look for a girlfriend with whom he could share more of his heart than any single night of tenderness could give him the opportunity to do. Zeb was going to explain that to Mindi. Then, he was going to ask her a question, a very important question. He waited by the alcove with the juice machines. Mindi would know to find him there. Soon enough, he saw her moving quickly toward him. She couldn’t get there soon enough for him. He walked toward her with a smile on his face. At the last second, he saw the tears welling up in her beautiful eyes, and the slight twist on her clever face. He didn’t ever see the tiny hand. Mindi cracked him on the cheek as hard as she could, which was surprisingly hard, given her stature. “Mindi WH--?” “THAT was not why I did it!” she said. She glared at him for a long moment, and he could see the hurt in her eyes just before she turned and walked away so that he wouldn’t see her cry. She definitely didn’t understand about Randi. That might explain the anger, but there was only one reason she could have looked so hurt. He held his cheek where her little hand had left a bright red mark, and he gazed after his clever friend. “I love you, too, Mindi” he whispered. Huge week coming up at work… probably won’t get any writing done. Look for the final chapter in about two weeks. |
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