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The Theatre SET
Back to the sweet teen romance genre. It's kind of my nature. In this tale, an initially reluctant nineteen-year-old college boy falls for a young high school girl in a summer theatre program.
Young, first time, teen male/teen female, romance
I was only nineteen four years ago when I first set eyes on Sandra Saunders. I knew from the first glance that Sandra was one of those high-maintenance girls. But she was a ridiculously hot one. This isn't really a story about her, but she does pop up from time-to-time. The little blonde was “auditioning” for the role of Juliet in a production put on by Summer Elite Theatre, or SET. The program was comprised of a handful of college kids along with a bunch of the very best local high school theatre kids. Sandra getting the part was a done deal. She had both performed in shows up at Northwestern and looked young enough to pull off the image most people had of Juliet. Juliet is actually supposed to be thirteen, but people got a little queasy about that in this day and age, so she was usually cast as being an older teen. Sandra was twenty-one, but she could pull off sixteen.
I was one of the other college kids, and I was kind of hoping for Mercutio. Most of the college guys either wanted to be sexy/crazy Mercutio or play Romeo opposite Sandra. No such luck, for me, though. Jackson Fraine showed up. He was a strange guy, one of my best friends, a little better actor than me and just the right type for the part. I got cast as Tybalt. It turned out to be a damned good part for me. I was only five-foot-nine but I was a bit of a weight-room warrior, and I did kind of look the part of a bully next to the lithe Jackson and the skinny high school boys.
We all got beat out for Romeo by Aadi Nakshatra, a high school senior who was a decent actor but simply way better-looking than the rest of us. It didn’t hurt that he’d spent the first fourteen years of his life in England where his father had taught economics at Cambridge. He had a natural British accent that made American girls’ panties melt. Imagine being a high school girl and meeting a seventeen-year-old version of Naveen Andrews from Lost. (Let’s pause while the ladies do just that.) If you’re done sighing, ladies, we can continue.
The high school kids filled out most of the rest of the parts. Even a few of the college girls wound up in smaller parts since the show ran so heavily male. I knew most of the college kids, but a few, like Sandra, went to other universities and were just home for the summer. I had decided to make a run at Sandra despite what I figured were steep odds; I abandoned that notion when she already had three guys on her before auditions had even started. I looked around for another college girl. I knew most of them already. One was gay; one was actually my ex; and the rest had relegated me to the friend zone.
There was one very pretty but serious-looking girl with curly black hair, pale skin and a few summer freckles on her cheeks. She was kind of little, and she was young-looking. I would have pegged her for high school, but she was talking to Jackson and another college guy, and they were asking for her advice on the rhythm of some of the lines. Besides, she looked vaguely familiar. I must have seen her around campus.
When she got up to read, I leapt to my feet and edged out a high school guy who was next in line. I read part of the party scene with her as Juliet while I took on Romeo. Within about five seconds of her opening her mouth, I realized that she was the best actress there. Her deep brown eyes flashed with intelligence and sexual energy, but her girlish take on the lines made her absolutely perfect as the innocent girl falling for completely the wrong guy.
I read better than I had ever read before, but I was no Romeo. Still, the scene crackled with chemistry, and when we came to the kiss we simply did it. Most of the kids auditioning either skipped the kisses or air kissed. There was just no way that this girl and I weren’t going to kiss in that moment. And it was a damned good kiss. Some girls know how to apply just the right pressure to complement whatever the boy is offering. This girl had it nailed. When the scene was done, we both grinned. We knew we had nailed it.
I walked to the side of the stage with her. “Thanks,” I said. “You really carried me out there.”
“No, I was nervous until you hit me with that smile of yours. It put me at ease. I’m Miren.”
“Aren’t you just?” she said with a sly smile.
“So, you look a little familiar. Have I seen you on campus?”
“No. You probably know me from Rick’s Burgers.”
“Oh, do you waitress there in the summer?”
“Nope.” She sighed and then declared in a very enthusiastic voice, “Gosh, Mom, that’s a really big burger!”
“Oh, my god. You were the little cutie from their commercial!”
“My one and only paying acting gig. Local TV spot, but everyone in town kind of knows me from it. They’ve been running the same ad for five years.”
“So, I haven’t seen you on campus then?”
“Me? No. I’m going to be a freshman.”
“Oh, here at the U?” My heart was hoping to god she said yes to that.
“Um, no. East High School.” She read my facial expression perfectly. “And that lets the air out of the old ballon,” she said, rolling her eyes but still smiling.
“Honestly, it’s still going to take a while for that bad boy to deflate. Nice to meet you, Miren. Looking forward to working on you.”
“You said, ‘working on me.’”
“With you,” I said, wanting to crawl into a hole. “Working with you.”
“You be careful, Randy, or I might just go to work on you.”
“Fifteen will get me twenty, what would fourteen get me?”
“Off; if you’re nice to me,” she said and walked away.
“Ain’t she something?” Jackson said as I stared after her. I hadn’t even noticed him approach.
“If by ‘something’ you mean trouble, she’s all of that.”
“Randall, my man, I’m a local. Miren’s lived a block away from me her whole life. She’s been trouble since she was seven, but she only goes so far anyway—from what I’ve heard.”
“From what you’ve heard?”
“I never gave it a try,” he said, “but I sure as hell have given it thought.”
“Well, that’s about all we can give it.”
“Unless she decides different. Dat one do got a way; don’t she?” Jackson left me to my impure thoughts about a girl who hadn’t even attended a high school class yet.
When the cast list came out, I was fine with Tybalt. I got to do lots of swordplay. Miren didn’t get the lead she deserved. She ended up playing Lady Capulet. Our director loved to find the sexual undercurrent in everything, and there was some room to interpret Lady Capulet’s devotion to her nephew Tybalt as incestuous. The director had picked up on our natural spark and figured that we could take it from there.
Miren took it and ran with it, stroking my arm in the background of scenes and never taking her eyes off of me if we were both onstage at the same time. She even draped herself across me in the opening scene when Tybalt’s temper almost gets him killed for being too slow to disarm at the prince’s command. When I died, she clutched me to her breast and sobbed. I eventually had to talk to the costume lady. I needed to make sure I wasn’t wearing just tights or something when she did that. A dead guy with a boner was not something that belonged in a Shakepearean tragedy. It would have been perfect for a Greek comedy, though.
The director loved every second of our theatrical affair. It even gave the high school boy playing Lord Capulet extra motivation to haul off and slap me when I argued with him at the party. “Thou art a saucy boy!” he declared after the slap.
“Ain’t he ever?” Miren muttered not quite under her breath the first time she heard the line in rehearsal.
I kind of loved Miren’s attention too much, and that led me to a bit of a crisis. I knew I couldn’t pursue this thing. Nineteen and fourteen just couldn’t happen. After rehearsal that day, I decided I had to beg her not to provoke me. I wasn’t strong enough to hold up if she really tempted me. I was about to approach her when Sandra bounced over to me. “Randy, some of the college kids are coming over to swim at my folks’ pool right now. Want to join us?”
“What? Oh, uh, sorry. I’ve got something going on.”
Sandra pouted her lips and then made sure to shake her money-maker a little when she walked away. She was trying to make me regret my impudence. I followed Miren out of the theatre and caught her at the bicycle rack. Aadi was walking away with a stunned look on his face. My best guess was that he had just gotten rejected, and it was kind of a new experience for him. “Hey, Randy!” Miren called, smiling from ear-to-ear. She was a girl of contrasting moods. She could be incredibly focused and serious, or she could be incredibly naughty and playful. “You were awesome today, like always.”
“You’re the best actor in the building every day,” I told her and somehow her perfect smile got even more perfect. “And you’re so god-damned sexy it’s making me crazy. I-I can’t let myself fall for you.”
“And I’m not making it any easier on you, am I?”
“No, you’re not.”
“Wonder why I’m being like that,” she said, daring me to answer.
“I don’t know. Because you can?”
“Randy, I’m not a mean or shallow person. If I act like I like you it’s because I like you. I’d never wind a guy up just for the hell of it. I watched my older sister do that to boys and even grown men all through high school. It’s a rotten thing to do.”
“Miren, I like you, too. But we could get in so much trouble.”
“You could,” she said in genuine sympathy. “I wouldn’t. My dad is long gone, and my mom wouldn’t care if I was setting fire to buildings as long as she didn’t have to miss work.”
“Yep,” she said as she got on her bike. “But that’s not the issue right now. Right now, we’re talking about trouble. I see where there could be real trouble for you. But to tell you the truth I don’t think there’s much chance of it. No one is going to turn you in at my house. My sisters sometimes dated older guys in high school. No one ever said a word. And all the neighbors would see if you came over is a teenage boy hanging around our house once in a while.”
“You’re inviting me to your house?”
“Yep. I can see where the trouble might put a stopper on things. But I’m not going to pretend I’m not crazy about you when I really am. You’re just going to have to decide if the risk is worth taking. Either way, Randy, you’re the funniest and cutest guy I know, and we have a connection. I’m going to go right on liking you. See ya tomorrow, unless you want to see me sooner. My phone number is written on page 14 of your script. You really shouldn’t leave that thing just lying around.” She pedaled away, and I watched in a mix of shock and admiration. I liked my girls confident and audacious. Miren had those qualities coming and going.
“Randall, want a ride to Sandra’s?” I heard Jackson’s voice right beside me. I jumped. The son of a bitch could sure walk up behind a guy quietly.
“I was thinking about doing something else,” I said, staring at the girl on the bicycle as she grew smaller in the distance.
Jackson followed my gaze and caught a glimpse of Miren before she turned off on a side street. “Poor lucky bastard,” he said. “I’d give a million dollars to be in your shoes, and at the same time I’m pretty damned glad it’s not me.”
“She said she really likes me, Jacks. She barely knows me and she’s so damned hot she could have any guy in the show, any guy in town. She’s not yanking my chain, is she?”
“She didn’t tell you, did she?”
“Tell me what?”
“She hasn’t missed a show at the university in years. She saw you on opening night of Equus and came back four more times. She’s been nursing a crush on you for quite a while.”
“From Equus? I didn’t even play the naked kid. That was you. I played the damned psychiatrist.”
“Dysart was a great part for you, a lot of depth and angst. That’s kind of who you are. Plus, you know how girls are trained to want to marry doctors.” He laughed and then put a hand on my shoulder. “Look, Randy, I sure as hell understand why you don’t want to get wrapped up in a situation with a high school girl. But I sure as hell can understand why that one might make you want to throw out the rule book.”
“Jackson, you can’t tell anybody that I’m thinking about this.”
“Hey, you kept a hell of a secret for me last year. Kept your damned mouth shut for six months when you had some really juicy gossip to share. It wasn’t your fault Angie and I got caught.” Jackson shuddered as he thought about it. He had been in a torrid love affair with the arts editor from the local paper. She was twenty-eight, gorgeous and married. Now, she was twenty-nine, divorced and unemployed… still probably gorgeous. Jackson had never been the aggressor in the relationship, but he still felt like a complete ass about the whole situation. “Either way, bud, I won’t say a damned word.” He got in his car and went to Sandra’s where I should have gone.
I walked back to my apartment just off campus and had a beer and a cold shower. I sat and wished I had gone back home for the summer, but I just had to stick around and be in a play. After about an hour, I picked up my script and opened it to page 14.
“Hello?” Miren answered curiously. My number wasn’t in her phone’s memory yet. Apparently she hadn’t gotten hold of my phone or she just would have put her number in there.
“Hey, Miren, it’s—“
“Randy! I’m so glad you called. I was just reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and thinking of you.”
“Why would that make you think of me?”
“You’re smart. I bet you’ll figure it out. If you want, I can give you another clue when you get to my house.”
“Who says I’m coming over to your house?”
“I do. Besides, why else would you call?”
“Just because I like to hear your gorgeous voice. But I actually feel safer hearing it over the phone.”
“Still feeling angst-y about the whole thing?” She wasn’t busting my balls. She actually seemed to feel bad that she was putting me in a tough spot. That still wasn’t going to change the way she felt or acted toward me. She had made that pretty clear at the bike rack.
“Extremely angst-y,” I admitted.
“What can Little Miss Miren do to make it better?”
“Make me be absolutely certain that I’m not falling for you just because you’re so incredibly beautiful.”
“You keep saying things like that to me! So, I guess you’re at least interested. But I guess this is going pretty fast on your end, isn’t it?” she asked, realizing already that it was.
“Yeah, it really is. I mean if you were a college girl I’d feel really comfortable just going on a few dates and getting to know you and then letting whatever we feel run its course.”
“And you don’t feel like we can do that?”
“It’s kind of different. I don’t know the rules.”
“I get that.”
“You do?” I asked. “Explain it to me, because I’m a little at sea with the whole thing.”
“Well, you know I’m pretty sweet on you, and there are certain things you would like to do to me that would put you at risk legally and ethically. And you’re telling yourself that no fourteen-year-old piece of ass is worth that risk, even one as deliciously tempting as I am.”
“You’re doing well so far,” I admitted.
“But, you’re also a terrible romantic, and part of you thinks that if you found something really special you might just be willing to risk everything for love.”
“That’s pretty deep for a freshman.”
She giggled. “I cheated,” she said.
“I couldn’t figure out how your brain worked, so I asked my big sister for help.”
“The one who’s a real tease?”
“WAS a big tease. She’s really cool since she started college last year. But I knew she had really run a couple of older boys through the wringer in her younger days. She was just seeing how wound up she could get them. But I called her a couple days ago and told her that I had a college boy I was crazy about and that I knew he liked me right back. But he still wouldn’t make a move.”
“And she told you what you just said about me being a romantic?”
“Yep. Then she told me that any guy who didn’t struggle with the whole thing probably just wanted a cute little nympho to bang for a while. After that she said that if a guy does have a hard time with it he just might be a decent enough guy to hang onto.”
“I want to be a decent guy. I kind of always have been.”
“Yep, my sister says that the romantics are all either really decent guys or potential stalkers.”
“Actually, I’m outside your house with binoculars right now.”
“East side or west side? I want to give you a good view when I masturbate.”
“Okay, Miren that one’s on me. I kind of led you into it.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t resist it.” There was a silence, but not an uncomfortable one. Her next sentence seemed to come from nowhere, but there was actually a kind of logic to it if you could keep up with her nimble mind. “You can’t fuck me, Randy. You can’t even put your hands under any of my clothes. I deny you permission.”
“Is it illegal for a college guy to have a getting to know you conversation with a high school girl in a public place?”
“No, not at all.”
“Custard Palace on Michigan Avenue. Fifteen minutes, my treat.” She hung up.
Let me tell you something about Miren. She was damned thoughtful in a very offbeat and crazy way. There was a Custard Palace right off campus. It crawled with college students even in the summer. She had picked the one ten minutes further away so that I wouldn’t be seen in the company of a high school girl by all kinds of people I knew. Then, she hadn’t given me a chance to back out. It kind of made me feel like I was obligated to show up. Plus, her “no-naughty business” stance had taken a tremendous amount of pressure off of me. I still knew where this could all end up, but it wasn’t going to end up there today.
I sorted all that out while I was on my way to Custard Palace. I sorted one more thing out on my way, too.
“Daniel Radcliffe was in Harry Potter and in a West End production of Equus, and your crush on me started when you were watching that show on campus,” I said as I walked up to her table.
“I knew you were smart,” she said with a smile. “But not that smart. Jackson tipped you off.”
“Guilty,” I said.
“Don’t be,” she replied gently, taking me off in a different direction. “This is all about getting to know me, although you could apparently do that just by talking to Jackson. What else did the little gossip tell you about me?”
“I’m not sure I should say.”
“Randy, do I strike you as the kind of girl that’s going to settle for that sort of answer?”
“No, you really don’t.”
“Okay, after our first little conversation offstage, I said you were trouble.”
“He said you had been trouble since you were seven years old, but that you only went so far. From what he had heard.”
“From what he’d heard? And that’s all he said?”
“Yep. Well that and that you had a way about you that was impossible to resist if you set your mind to it.”
“Hmmm. That sounds like him. Jackson is a slippery fish. He says half of what he knows most of the time. He’s the sweetest guy, but he’s a little hard to get the whole story out of sometimes.”
“So, there’s more story?”
“Good god, yes!” she said earnestly, but didn’t explain. “I promised you ice cream,” she added and bounced up to get in line. I followed her in a way that was a little too natural for my own liking.
A few minutes later, we were enjoying ridiculously large portions of ice cream at a table out on the patio, quite a ways away from anyone else. She grew serious again. “I can tell you that story now, if you really want to know what kind of trouble I was when I was little.”
“Do you want me to know?”
“I kind of think I do, Randy. I’m still trying to help you decide if cute little Miren is worth the risk. And I desperately want you to decide that I am. But I’d rather you really knew who I was before you made up your mind.”
“Then I guess I want to know the story.”
“Here’s the short version, and even that’s not very short. When I was eight, not actually seven, the little boy next door and I spied on his big sister giving a boy a blowjob and then having the boyfriend return the favor like a good boy should. The boy and I then snuck off to his basement and gave it a try.”
“That’s not really all that strange. Little kids play naughty games sometimes.”
“True. But I really liked it. So, he and I did it fairly often for a while. Then he told a friend, and I figured ‘what the hell?’ and played the same game with him. You can see where this is all going, right?”
“Pretty soon all the little boys wanted to play the game with you.”
“Exactly. And I did play it with the nice ones. Then, I got the TV commercial and some older boys noticed me. One of the little boys told his big brother about the game. It wasn’t too long before nine-year-old Miren had junior high boys chasing her all the time. I loved the attention. I played the game with one or two of them, but it wasn’t the same. They kept either wanting it to go further or having me only play the game with them. In my mind, I wasn’t too young to give blowjobs and get licked, but I was too young to do anything ‘serious’ and too young to have a boyfriend. It was all still just a game with me.”
“I still don’t see where you were really all that unusual. If no one tipped you off to the danger, then you were just doing something that felt nice to you.”
“Jesus, Randy! You’re the first guy that ever took this so calmly. Everyone else either tried to get me to blow them or called me rotten names. Well, Jackson was cool about it, but he was in his gay phase back then.”
“He mentions that sometimes. He says he was quite the little man/boy slut, but he eventually settled on liking girls better.”
“That’s half the story, Randy. But the other half is his to tell or not tell. Anyway, I cut out all the older boys. I just didn’t like being with them since they were kind of bossy and greedy with how they treated me. But when I was eleven, I ran into a fourteen-year-old guy who was sweet and cute. He talked me into going over to Fisher’s Woods. You know it?”
“It’s the woods off of Sunny Slope Park, only about six blocks from our house. It’s pretty deserted most of the time. Some couples go there, usually gay ones. So anyway, I was with this sweet boy and I was about to go ahead and play my game with him. Then three of his buddies popped out of the woods.”
“Oh, god, no, Miren. Please tell me you managed to get away.”
“I was completely surrounded, and they were pretty damned set on taking turns on me. The biggest one said he was going first. I told him I wanted to go home. He slapped me and told me to shut up. I was crying, but I figured I would just try and give them each a blowjob and hoped they settled for it. It made me sick to think of doing it with someone I didn’t like, but I was old enough to know that they had worse things in mind.”
“Miren, please get to the part where this was just a nightmare or something,” I said, taking her hand and wanting to either cry or kill someone.
“I was scared as hell and I told them, ‘I only go so far!’ They laughed. That’s when the big man showed up. He was a scary-looking bear type. He had another guy with him, but I couldn’t see him at first. He moved quietly as a ghost. ‘Get the fuck outta here, ya little pukes!’ The Bear said in a voice that could have frozen an ocean. ‘This tasty little bit is ours now,’ he said and stared hard at me. The biggest boy started to say something, but The Bear just shoved him down and stepped toward me. The ghost guy punched one of the kids and sent him sprawling. The kid must have never seen or heard him coming. ‘Leave now, while you can,’ The Bear said to the boys, and they scattered. That’s when I could finally see the ghostly quiet guy who had come in with The Bear. It was Jackson; he was seventeen, then. He held me in his arms as I bawled my eyes out. Then The Bear carried me out to his car and drove me home.”
“Oh, thank god,” I said, breathing for what felt like the first time in ten minutes.
“I kissed Jackson and his Bear on the cheek. That was the last time I kissed anyone until I kissed you at auditions. I have been completely chaste for three years now, but everyone still thinks I’m a slut since I’d given probably a dozen guys in my class and a few older ones blowjobs and let most of them eat my pussy.”
“Miren, I want to ask you something, but I feel like I’m being selfish if I ever ask you to tell me anything again.”
“Randy, I got scared, and I got slapped, but I didn’t get raped. I still have bad dreams, but I can talk about it. Go ahead and ask me anything. Just remember that you owe me the truth if I ever ask you anything.”
“That’s fair, gorgeous. I guess, what I want to say is… you’ve been pretty frisky with me. And you’ve implied that things would go further with me. I know you’re not teasing, so why…?”
“Because I really like you. Because you have muscles that kind of really turn me on. Because Jackson says you’re the sweetest guy on campus, and that carries more weight with me than you know. Because I still think I would like to play naughty games, but only with one guy—and I’d really have to like and trust him. Because I kind of really do want to have sex, and I think you might be the only guy I know that I could ever love enough to let him be my first.”
“That’s a lot of ‘becauses’.”
“I’ve been asking myself that same question a lot lately,” she said, taking my other hand. “I keep coming up with lots of reasons to want to be with you. But I have to confess, and I think you’d be okay with this, we’d need to actually be in a relationship before any of those things happened. I think that’s the way you see us, too. If not, I totally fucked up, and I’m really sorry that I put you through any of this. I’ll back off if you want me to.”
I thought about it for a long while. She sat patiently even though she had just basically ripped her chest open and left her little heart vulnerable to getting crushed. She held my hands the whole while, and a few tears rolled down her pretty freckled cheeks. Finally, I spoke. “Don’t back off,” I said. “I’m not sure that I’m actually ready to be your boyfriend, but I do know that it’s worth finding out for sure.”
“Oh, thank god,” she sighed and mimed taking her heart off the table and putting it back in her chest. “You could have just destroyed me right there,” she said. “Trusting someone enough to admit how you feel is way tougher than trusting them enough to give them a blowjob used to be. For me, anyway.”
“Miren, can you help me out, though?”
“What do you need?”
“You are the sexiest girl I have ever known. You can cloud my brain over with just a smile. Keep your rule about no naughty touches for a while. I want to know I’m not talking myself into committing to a relationship just because I really, really, really want to get in your pants.”
She crinkled her little forehead and seemed a bit sad. “Only three ‘really’s’?” she asked with a slightly forced smile. “How long do I have to keep my legs closed?”
“Until the end of the SET run.”
“Randy, that’s five more weeks!”
“Don’t tempt me to shorten it, Miren. I want to so badly.”
“Okay. Gives me more time on the pill anyway. My mom said she’d let me when I hit high school. She really doesn’t want a pregnant daughter to complicate her life. I started a few weeks ago. In the meantime can we at least kiss?”
“Oh, yeah. We sure as hell can kiss.” I don’t think we went more than three minutes without kissing each other for the rest of the afternoon. We decided to cool it around the SET cast. We were actually afraid of getting thrown out of the show. It’s bad business for a youth program to have their young adults kissing the youth in plain view.
We got to watch the rest of the backstage dramas unfold. Two college girls both set their cap for Jackson, and they got tremendously catty to one another. Even the high school kids thought they were being ridiculous, but we enjoyed the hell out of it. Jackson, not wanting to be the center of another huge mess like he had been with Angie, started claiming he was gay again.
Meanwhile, Sandra Saunders decided to spice up her onstage relationship with her Romeo. She decided she’d deflower the kid. Aadi didn’t need deflowering. He was kind of the stud of the Academy School. The following Monday morning Sandra wasn’t teasing and flirting with the college guys. She kept looking at Aadi with stars in her eyes. It did improve her already pretty decent performance. No one who saw them onstage had any doubts that Juliet was completely in love with Romeo.
“Damn,” Miren whispered to me as she watched Sandra follow Aadi around the dress rehearsal. “I could have gotten me some of that boy. Instead I wound up spending my summer with Captain Honorable.”
“I think you’re going to be stuck with me longer than the rest of summer,” I admitted.
“So, I’m your girlfriend?”
“More like the love of my life,” I said. She broke into a big smile and opened her mouth to say something. “Sorry,” I said. “That’s my cue.” I left her standing in the wings, silently suppressing an urge to squeal in delight. I will always remember that as being the only time during SET that I got one up on Miren.
We ran for eight shows over the next two weekends. Miren and I limited ourselves to playing kissy-face, but it wasn’t easy. I had no more qualms about being with her. I had fallen head-over-heels in love with Miren, and I had also come to accept the fact that she now knew me well enough to be certain of her own feelings.
We arrived at the final cast party separately. We socialized with everyone and danced to the music provided by the DJ Sandra’s parents had hired for us. Then, we even took enough time to splash around in the pool. Somehow, even with Miren in her bikini, I was able to keep my cool around the others. Every single one of them knew there were sparks between us, but only trustworthy Jackson knew that we had been seeing each other for over a month.
Miren left about midnight. When I headed out fifteen minutes later, Jackson popped up out of nowhere and grabbed me by the arm. “I know what’s about to happen,” he said. “But this will be worth waiting for.” He nodded to the cabana. Five seconds later Sandra’s dad, who appeared to be searching for something, walked into the cabana. In another five seconds Aadi came flying out, clutching a towel around himself. Sandra’s dad was hot on his heels, and Sandra was right behind him, trying to both hold her father back and keep the towel around her naked form.
“But Daddy, I love him!” she squealed as the man continued to follow Aadi around the side of the house toward the driveway.
“Hope the poor little bastard left his keys in the ignition,” I said. “Because I don’t think he’s carrying them on him right now.”
“You be good to that little girl,” Jackson said. “If I didn’t think you were going to be, I’d never have let you go after her.”
“Why do you love her so much, Jacks?”
“Because something happened once that made me feel kind of responsible for her well-being.”
“She told me about Fisher’s Woods, Jackson. You and The Bear saved her.”
“Ah, The Bear. Great guy. Kind of miss him some days. Anyway, that’s only half the story. The other thing about Miren is just the way I see her. To me, she’s the perfect girl. Just because she’s not my girl doesn’t mean I shouldn’t look out for her.”
“Man, you are something, Jackson Fraine. I love you, bro.”
“You know I was bullshitting about going gay again, right?” he said with a smile. “Go be sweet with my little honey, Randall.”
I showed up at Miren’s ten minutes later. She was hiding in the bushes by the garage and holding her overnight bag. She had told her mom she was staying over at one of the other girls’ houses. Her mom was pretty unconcerned with Miren’s activities, but a sleep-over with a college boy seemed like it would be rubbing that in her face a bit.
I told her the whole Aadi and Sandra story. She laughed out loud and made me repeat every detail. She hoped somebody had caught it on their videophone. Actually, nobody caught Aadi on their camera, but four people had caught Sandra and her dad. Don’t ask me for the link. I’m not that mean. “I figured she’d be high-maintenance as a girlfriend,” I said. “I never thought about how high-maintenance she’d be as a daughter.”
“She’s probably not anything her daddy didn’t make her,” Miren said. “I was what I was when I was a kid because no one kept an eye on me. She’s a spoiled princess because everyone doted on her. Meet somewhere in the middle and you have a well-adjusted girl.”
“I think you’re pretty damned well-adjusted,” I said. “You know where your heart is, and you know why you do the things you do.”
“Why am I about to give up my virginity to a college guy?” she asked, giving me one of those questions she pretty much dared me to answer. This one was easy.
“Because you’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you.”
“I never said I was in love with you,” she teased.
“Yeah, you did,” I said.
“When you just told me you were giving up your virginity to me. For all your talking big and saying you wanted to have sex, you wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t in love with me. That’s who you’ve become.”
“I know,” she said. “Thank god I found a boy smart enough to know it, too.”
I led her up to the apartment I shared with two guys over the school year but had to myself in the summer. “Randy,” she said softly. “I have a certain image in my mind of how I want it to be. Can you play along?”
“Well, yeah, but I kind of had a bit of an image of it myself. Some things are already in place.”
“I’ll bet they’re perfect,” she said. “Show me.” I opened the door to my room. I had spent a little more than I should have on the ridiculous number of rose petals that covered the bed and floor and on the big candles I had stopped by after the show and lit on my way over to the party. But I was used to going a week without any extra spending money. Miren leaned onto my shoulder and cried softly. “Perfect,” she whispered. “Just perfect.”
“What would you like me to do for your part?”
“I kind of want you to just wear your pajama bottoms and no shirt. I love seeing you with no shirt on, but I want there to be something for me to take off, too.”
“Honey, I don’t have pajama bottoms. I either just wear boxers or sweatpants and a t-shirt, depending on the weather.”
“I know, sweetie. Remember when I teased you about my sleeping nude? It led us into the conversation of what you wear.”
“I remember the part about you sleeping nude. After that, it gets hazy.”
“I was actually just checking to see if you wore pajamas. Here,” she said, handing me a pair of black satin pajamas from her bag. “You’ll get to see what I’m going to wear in a minute.” She docked her i-Pod in my stereo and it played a collection of ballads by female singers. She took her bag and went into one of my roomie’s bedrooms to change. It took her two minutes at most. I had changed into the pajama bottoms and still had time to miss her.
I leaned on the door frame with one leg back against the frame. I didn’t want to disturb the rose petals without her. She emerged in an outfit that made my heart skip a few beats. I still don’t know whether girls call them a cami or a teddy. It came down to about her waist but was open in the front. It tied with a single bow between her pert little breasts. It was sheer, as were the matching panties. A landing strip of black hair peeped through. “Sweet Aphrodite has nothing on you,” I said as she approached.
“And Adonis would run and hide from you,” she answered. We were actors; sometimes we got a little poetic. “I am here to make love to you, Randy. And I will never have another first time.”
“I’ll try to be worthy,” I said and led her to my bed. We cuddled into one another’s arms and just held there for a moment. There was warmth between our bodies. Warmth we’d not been able to experience in this way before. She’d seen me without a shirt. Young actors tend to run around backstage with as little as they can get away with wearing. But I had never taken her into my arms without both of us having a layer of clothing between us. I could feel her firm breasts against my chest. Part of me didn’t want to ever move again. Other parts were finding it hard to keep still.
She broke the spell, not with a kiss, but with running her little hand up and down the back of my arm. “What’s this muscle called?” she asked.
“Triceps,” I answered, knowing that she was too good a student to not already know.
“I like your pecs, Randy.”
“I like the feel of your sweet fingertips on them.”
“How about this?” she said, kissing me on the chest.
“I love that feeling.”
“And what muscle is pounding under here?” she asked.
“That’s my heart.”
She kissed me right over the part of it that was pounding away. “I love your heart,” she whispered.
“It’s yours. It’s completely yours.”
“This is yours,” she said, leading my hand to rest on her heart. “You own it.”
We kissed. There wasn’t a part of me that worried about her age anymore. I loved her completely. I kissed her lips, her neck, her ear. When she brought her fingers up to trace the outline of my lips, I kissed them, too. I brought my fingertip up to her lips. She kissed it and then sucked on it very lightly. Her eyes closed as she felt my body’s reaction to her kisses pressing against her leg. I moved my kisses down her throat and to her chest. I gently pulled the tie on her top, and it fell away. I kissed her between her breasts and then lovingly kissed and sucked at her nipples. She cooed softly. She loved every second of it, but it sent her to a peaceful place instead of driving her to a frenzy. Her fingers gently stroked my hair.
“So sweet,” I whispered. “You’re the sweetest girl in the world, Miren.”
“I love you, Randy. Take me further.” I kissed down her belly and then planted kisses over her panties. They were so light that they almost weren’t there. I could feel her soft hair against my upper lip and my nose. I could smell the delicious aroma of her sex. But I couldn’t taste her, and I needed so very badly to do that. I slid the panties off of her hips and down below her knees. Then, I stroked her slender calves as I slowly lowered one side of her panties and then the other until they went past her ankles. I kissed her little feet as I pulled the delicate little undergarment completely from her body. “Those are yours,” she said. I set them gently down on the rose petals at the foot of the bed.
I climbed back to her, kissing her legs and brushing the petals from them. I kept the last one and gently ran it up and down the length of her glistening pink lips. She moaned softly. I put the petal aside and lowered my mouth to her. She reached her hands down and stroked my hair and the back of my neck for a moment before she sank back into the bed, bringing her knees up and out slightly. I kissed and licked and sucked with the gentlest touches I could manage. Miren made soft sounds of pleasure. I continued.
For the first time, I felt like there was a little bit of urgency in her moans. I went at everything a little bit harder, and brought my finger up to her opening. It was wet and welcoming and my finger slipped into her warmth with no resistance but a tender bit of a squeeze. She was getting close to cumming even though I hadn’t been at it very long. I thought about backing off a bit and prolonging it, but she pressed my head ever so slightly down to her. She wanted things to keep moving toward her release. I increased the tempo with my finger and began to reach up to the front a little more. I pressed my mouth down hard on her clit.
Her moans became soft cries. I continued working her fairly hard. She dug her heels into my sides as she threw her knees out wide. Miren’s hips began to rise and fall. “OHHHHHHH!” she moaned. “OOOOOHHHH! There it is! There it is!” She groaned and then spasmed slightly. She went over hard. I had seen very few climaxes that were so dramatic.
She fell completely still for a moment and then reached down to my hand. She pressed it hard back where it had been, held it in place and rocked her hips a few times. I put my lips back down on her button and flicked my tongue back and forth. She went over again, sucking in a sharp hissing breath and then sighing loudly in relief. “Sometimes I do that,” she whispered. “They chase one another.” She breathed deeply for a few seconds. “I only ever had that happen by myself, though. Nobody else ever really made me cum before.”
I then realized how much her little games had just been child’s play. She loved the way she felt, but children would rarely have the experience and patience to make a pre-pubescent girl cum like a grown-up. Most girls probably really couldn’t at that age. I crawled up to Miren and kissed her as we basked in the glow of her moment. “You are so incredibly beautiful,” I said.
“You’re so damned gentle, but you know how to hit everything just hard enough to set me on fire. That was amazing.” She kissed me and let my tongue chase hers around for a while. Then she moved her kisses down my neck in a straight line over my chest and belly. She squeezed my hand when I sucked in my breath as she got south of my belly button. Then she released the hand and pulled the brand new pajamas down over my legs.
“The pajamas were a beautiful gift, would you take them home and wear them for a while? I want your scent on them, Miren.”
“You have no idea how much I want to feel the fabric of your clothes against my skin,” she said. “Maybe you do. I think we feel the same way about each other.” She snuggled my bottoms to her cheek and then set them down gently. She ran her hands up the inside of my legs and then stopped before she lowered her mouth to me. She cradled my balls in one hand and traced the back of her finger up and down my erection. I was soothed by the hand and dang near jumped out of my skin when the finger traced itself around my shaft. She looked at me and then smiled slightly as she took a rose petal from the bed and repeated my gesture. She tenderly ran it all around my head and then brought her mouth down on me.
There was no doubt that she was comfortable with this. Hers was a clever and curious mind. She would have experimented as she played her little games. She was skillful with her tongue and used it to swirl, lick and occasionally flick around the head. But several times she stopped and looked up at me with a surprised expression on her face. “What, sweetie?” I finally asked her.
“You don’t move around much, but it feels like this reaches way deeper into you than it did with the boys I did this for.”
“They were playing games with a cute little girl. I’m making love to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”
“Wow!” she whispered. “What you just said. I feel it right here,” she said touching her heart. “And other places,” she added with a sigh. She went back down on me. This time she did get me to move around a little. I was trying not to disrupt her efforts; she was amazing. But it was difficult for my hips to not reach toward her from time-to-time. As she continued, I began to groan once in a while. She looked up at me and just stared at my face. She explained later that my reactions struck her as more profound than she knew they could be. She took the moment to tell me one more thing. “I never swallowed it until tonight,” she said. “I want to with you.”
“Anything in the world you want, I will give you,” I said, never having been quite under a girl’s thrall as deeply as I was with her. “Anything.”
She went back down on me, using one hand to gently stroke the base of my shaft while she returned to cradling my balls with the other. She began to take me deeper and deeper. She’d been holding back a little. She could have finished me in under a minute if she’d felt like it. Her tongue flew from side to side as she moved up and down. I had never felt so helpless in my life. She owned me completely. I emitted a deep groan that started from the soles of my feet and rumbled through my whole body. I didn’t need to give her a warning after that.
My load boiled up the shaft and fired into her warm mouth. She formed the best seal she could and then lifted off me quickly and threw her head back. Her hand kept jacking me gently and nursing the last of it out onto her thumb. She swallowed and then took a quick breath. She licked the back of her hand and then cleaned up everything she could get off of me. “I loved that,” she said thoughtfully. “I always liked doing this because I could drive boys crazy. That was the first time I ever wanted to do it because it made me feel like I was being sweet.” She flipped back to a slightly more playful tone. “I fucking love being in love,” she said, amazed at what was happening inside of her.
“Me too,” I said.
She crawled into my arms, snuggling her front to my side. “Have you ever been in love before?” she asked. “Remember you owe me the truth.”
“I was once. Senior year of high school. A girl moved in who just took my breath away. Her name was Emily. She was a pretty little redhead, busty but petite.”
“Oh, a double whammy,” Miren said, not seeming to feel like I had been unfaithful to her before I ever met her. Trust me; some people feel that way about prior loves. They might even feel bad about feeling it, but they can’t help it.
“Emily and I went out for most of the year. We got hot and heavy in bed before we got emotionally attached. We slowly did fall in love, but we knew we were heading in opposite directions. I was leaving town for school. She was going into the Air Force. She wanted to be an officer like her dad had been. We started to drift apart that spring. Self-defense, I think. We were already going to be brokenhearted. If we kept going, we were going to really hurt ourselves when we went our separate ways. We fought over little things until we convinced ourselves we should break up. I don’t know if it really would have hurt more if we’d hung together until the end. It’s kind of hard to imagine that it could have.”
“It makes me sad that love can end like that,” she said, shedding tears for my lost love.
“It can probably end worse ways,” I said. “We never betrayed each other, and we both knew that it was life that was forcing us apart, not that we weren’t a person worth loving.”
“Could we end that way? Life forcing us apart?”
“It can only end two ways from what I can see. Life forces us apart or we never part.”
“God, Randy, you’re a big sappy romantic girl, aren’t you?”
“Not the worst insult anyone ever flung at me. I like romantic girls. And you’re the romantic-est I’ve ever met.”
“I wasn’t before,” she said, trailing her fingers across my chest. “Somebody found that in me and brought it out. I’ll love him forever for that.”
She kissed me and rolled over on top of me. Her arms went around my neck and she straddled my waist. We kissed until she felt something poking her in the back of the leg. She looked at me and kissed me again. She reached back and began to slide the head of my shaft up and down the length of her sex. “We can do it from here, if you want,” I said.
“I want to,” she said, gasping a little for breath as she got herself charged up by the intimate contact. “I’m just getting my courage up.”
“Keep your hand there to steady it and then push back when you’re ready.”
“Okay,” she whispered. She was as wet and ready as she could be. “You might need to push, though. I still have it.” I was a little surprised. She had sort of joked about me popping her cherry, but I knew she was a pretty avid masturbator and used some toys. I had kind of thought the cherry was metaphorical in her case.
Miren pushed back onto me, guiding the head of my shaft into her tight channel. She stopped when it was barely inside her. “You okay, sweetie?” I asked.
“I’m okay,” she said. “I’m a little stretched, but I want to stop for a second and remember the feeling.” She wiggled a little and I popped back out. She smiled and repeated the process, this time going a little deeper so that I would stay inside her. “It feels so big in there,” she said with a little groan. “Am I tight?”
I was a little lost for words. I was getting squeezed for all I was worth by an incredibly hot little vise. “Really tight,” I finally said.
“Baby, I want it up in there, now. Can you take me?”
I grabbed her by both hips and made a few gentle thrusts. Her eyes opened wide. She took a deep breath and nodded. I took her. “Yes!” she cried, catching me by surprise. “That stung for a second, but it was over so quick.”
“Does it hurt at all?”
“Oh, yeah. It hurts,” she groaned softly. “But not much. I was kind of scared it would really be bad.”
“Should I keep going?”
“Oh, hell yes!” she whispered in a way that sounded almost like a plea.
I began to push into her with long steady strokes, each one finding its way deeper as she spread her legs more and more. She clung to me. I could feel her flinch once in a while, but I could tell she was happy. She had gone through a scary rite of passage into womanhood and found it to be something she could enjoy. “God, it feels so good,” I said. “Miren, it’s so good with you!”
She let go of me and sat up. She was smiling. I stayed still and let her curious mind take over for us. She began to slowly slide up and down my shaft and then to grind in careful circles. She combined the two movements into a spiral and laughed in delight when I groaned. She was thrilled to know she could please me. “I love you, Randy,” she said. “And I think you’re the hottest stud on the planet.”
This was playful Miren, a girl I loved as much as the romantic and serious one. She was doing things her own way. Most girls I had been with were more playful during oral sex and romantic during the first time she made love with me. Miren had flipped that. She was using her incredible little body to see just how hot she could get me, but it was never a tease. She was simply reveling in how well our bodies worked together when they were joined. She was driving me up a wall, which is why I was surprised when she climaxed first.
Miren found a spot that made her crazy, and she went for it. Her playfulness gave way to unharnessed passion. She took me in deep and then ground up and back. Something hit her trigger right at the end of the motion. Just before I was about to slip out, she would squeak a little and then take me back in. She did it about seven or eight times and then cried out, “There it is!” She let out a very long “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” that bordered on a scream. Miren shook a little and then made several quick little grinds on me. I could feel her warm nectar flow down onto me. She wasn’t a “gusher” or anything, but she definitely had a generous amount of fluids that accompanied her release.
“Oh, baby,” she whispered as she collapsed on my chest. “Give me a second and then take me sweet but hard. Can you do that?”
“That’s what I do best,” I said, feeling a little full of myself for more or less just being the canvas on which she had created a masterpiece. She kissed my neck a few times and then leaned her weight to the side.
I took over then, finishing the roll and mounting her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me and put her heels to the backs of my legs. “I love you on top,” she said before I had even started. “You’re so damned big and strong.” I smiled at her. “Love me, baby,” she whispered.
“Forever,” I said and began taking her with hard strokes. My style was entirely different than hers. She had been playful and experimented. I knew what I wanted and had enough experience to have a pretty good idea what she wanted as well. That part was ingrained in me. I could focus on her reactions to the exclusion of almost anything else, at least for a while. I could tell right off that she liked the feel of someone loving her with confidence. She strove to keep herself as open to me as she could. She clutched at my back and even bit down on my shoulder a little.
I wanted to show off a little bit. She had been so damned good, I was hoping I could find something that really made her feel the kind of pleasure she had brought to both of us. I scooped her legs and brought them up until her knees were almost to her ears. She drew in a deep breath and seemed about ready to scream with excitement. She wanted to feel something new. She wanted to have my shaft fill her from different angles. She wanted to be pinned to the bed and be taken by someone she loved and trusted. I swung pretty freely as I pushed down into her body from this direction. I was able to get pretty deep from the new angle, and it seemed to move her. “Oh, yes, my strong lover,” she said, seemingly half in a trance.
“My sweet angel,” I said, letting her know that I was still feeling sweet things even if I was going pretty hard. I was going to have a hell of a hard time keeping this up for long. Miren was so hot inside, and her tight channel seemed to be squeezing every bit as much out of me as it had when I first entered her. I was torn between trying to find a way to please my beautiful love even more and simply letting myself go and filling her with the seed that wanted so desperately to flee its old home and rush toward the heaven her body offered.
“There it is!” she whispered urgently, as I struggled to find a way to give her more pleasure. She had said that sometimes her climaxes came close together, but I had no right to expect this kind of responsiveness from a girl. This time her throes were softer and more soothing. In the midst of me letting my hips swing freely on my final strokes, a look of serenity crossed her face and she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. “Yes. Yes. Oh god, that’s it.” I felt a little warmth and wetness as her incredible body granted her a gentle release.
It pulled my own release from my straining body. Mine was no gentle, soothing climax. A jolt of electricity seemed to strike me as a hot torrent leapt from my body. Time and again, my shaft seized and then released. There seemed to be no end to the number of times the process repeated. But there was an end. Miren may have made me feel more wonderful than I had ever felt before, but in the end I was just a man. And eventually, a man’s body can’t offer anything more.
Miren opened her arms to me and I slowly let my weight come to rest on her. She kissed the top of my head over and over. “So wonderful,” she said. “So very, very wonderful.” I could feel tears trickling down into my hair. Then after a moment she giggled slightly.
“What is it? Did I have a really stupid ‘O’ face?” I had to have looked like an idiot at the end.
“No, that was sexy as hell. I was just thinking that it’s a shame I’m on the pill. I think that was quintuplets you just let fly.”
“I couldn’t stop cumming. My boys are still throbbing.”
“My little kitty’s going to have a few throbs and aches tomorrow,” she said. “But damn it feels good right now.”
“You were incredible,” I said as I found the strength to slide up and wrap her in my arms. She rolled to her side and spooned into me. “I think I know why you liked your little girl games so much. You’re blessed with an amazingly responsive body.”
She kissed my hand and draped it between her breasts. “Does that mean I’m some kind of hot little fuck?”
“Hottest ever, Miren.”
“Well, I know I’m not a nymphomaniac now.”
“Were you worried you were?”
“A little,” she confessed.
“Sweetie, you were completely chaste for three years.”
“Yeah, but I was talking about the way I feel. Nymphomaniacs are supposed to never feel true emotional satisfaction from sex. With you my heart feels better than my body, and my body feels pretty damned good.”
“Me too,” I said, holding her as closely as I could without crushing her.
Miren had an incredible future ahead of her, and I was only hoping to be part of it. When she graduated high school, I graduated from college with a major in marketing and advertising. I needed to get out and find a big city in which to ply my trade. Miren needed to try and chase down her dreams of being an actress.
Sometimes life doesn’t pull love apart. There’s a beautiful black-haired girl sleeping in my bed right now. I need to go join her. We have a big day tomorrow. We’re both moving to Los Angeles. We know it’s going to be hard to build a life together as we both chase careers and dreams, but we have a shot. And we have love. I might be a big sappy romantic, but I like our chances.
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