Knots, Book 5
by Elias Scott
Naturally, I began to think about sex as soon as I left Dr. Walker's office. It's one thing to agree to something and quite another to realize what I'd committed myself to for the next two weeks. After all, I'd hoped Dr. Walker would say it was okay to screw around with whomever I wanted since I wasn't in a committed relationship. But of course, he didn't. I have to give Dr. Walker credit because he made me realize I was a bit depressed and very unhappy. The problem was, nothing made me happy. I actually didn't realize that's why I felt so much like a boat drifting about on a lake because the knot tied to the anchor had come undone. It was so much clearer after I talked to Doc.
So I had two weeks to find happiness somewhere other than fucking around with Ashton and Scott or even Colt. Just thinking about them made me horny. There was only one other person I could talk to about this stuff other than Dr. Walker, so I headed to Matt's around dinnertime. His mom invited me to eat with them, and I took them up on the offer.
We were halfway through dinner and no one had mentioned my visit with Dr. Walker. Matt promised not to say anything, and he obviously kept his promise. So I caught everyone by surprise when I blurted out, "I saw Dr. Walker today."
Matt opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Matt's dad finished chewing the food in his mouth. At least he didn't spit it out or choke on it when I told them. "Oh, we didn't know. Did something happen?"
"No. I just wanted to talk with him."
Matt's mom put some mashed potatoes on my plate. "How did it go?"
Everyone looked like they preferred not to talk about it. "Fine," I said. "We ironed some things out." Matt looked at me in silence.
Matt's dad set his fork on his plate. "Did Matt know?"
"Yeah, but he promised not to tell."
"He didn't. That's why we seemed a bit surprised."
"You know, you're like my second family, and after everything that's gone down, I feel comfortable telling you."
"So what did Dr. Walker have to say?" Matt's dad asked.
"Nothing really. He rarely says anything. He usually just asks questions."
"Yeah, he only asks questions is right," Matt said.
"Well, the gist of it is that I'm going to give it my best to get a starting position in football, bring my grades up, and spend more time with my dad. I think that will make me happy."
Matt looked surprised. "Really. That's it?"
Matt's dad frowned at him.
"Yep, that's it. Were you expecting something profound?"
"No," Matt said. "I'm not sure what I was expecting."
"Well, we're happy you're happy," Matt's dad said as a way of ending the conversation.
"Thanks, Mr. Spence. I think I will be happy. Matt's been trying to get me to think more about football and earning a starting halfback spot, so I'm going to do it."
Matt smiled and patted me on the back. "Damn, Andy. That's great to hear. We'll finally be playing together again. It's going to be like when we were freshman."
"That seems so long ago when we were only freshman, and now we're big time seniors. Sometimes I feel lucky to still be alive."
Matt laughed. "You are lucky to still be alive."
We all laughed. "I think you're right, Matt."
Mr. Gibson starting talking about our upcoming football season, and soon it was as if I'd never talked to Dr. Walker at all. It made me happy just to be there having dinner with the Spences and being able to talk to them without them passing judgment on me.
After dinner we went to Matt's room to talk. "So what's the skinny on your talk with Dr. Walker?"
"None of your business. It's between him and me."
"Come on, Andy. We're best friends. You can tell me."
"I know, but it was kinda about you."
"If it was about me, then I have a right to know."
Matt flopped on his bed and motioned for me to lay beside him.
"Should I lock the door?" I asked.
"No sex, Andy. Just tell me what went on with Dr. Walker."
"We messed around. That's all."
He laughed and punched me in the thigh. "Come on. Out with it."
"Only if you let me kiss you."
"Forget it. You have bad breath."
Eventually, we quit joking and laid next to each other staring at the ceiling. He said again, "Okay, tell me."
"I don't know. We just talked."
"You don't like to hear me talk about sex with other guys, so maybe I shouldn't tell you. It might upset you."
"You're not getting off that easy."
"Matt, it's private."
"I understand, but you and I have shared a lot of serious things. Let's compromise. Tell me at least the gist of what you talked about."
"Okay. I'm going to tell you. Firstly, I haven't been very happy since you've been going out with Megan. In fact, I'm pissed. Secondly, I wanted to punish you, so I was going to fool around with other guys and then tell you about it. Thirdly, I realized that you wouldn't care because you love me. And lastly, I'm very unhappy. Are you happy now?"
"No. So maybe I should see Dr. Walker too."
I punched him in the thigh. "You're not funny."
"Ow. You did all that in an hour?"
"Yep. Walker's good."
"And the solution to your unhappiness is what you told us at dinner?"
"Yep, that's it."
"Do you think it'll work?"
"I don't know, but I promised Dr. Walker I'd give it a try."
"Good. Then we need to start working on your moves to get you ready for football. We're going to be starters together just like when we were freshmen. I'm excited."
Andy seemed happy after his talk with Dr. Walker. But two weeks was a long time, and who knew what Andy might do in the meantime.
Megan and I spent a lot of time together during those two weeks. Her parents both worked, so they weren't home, and at first we just sat around, swam, and talked. I'd catch her giving me the once-over every now and then. She didn't think I noticed, but I did. I looked at her too and thought back to the time when Andy and I mowed lawns and we'd be checking each other out all the time thinking the other didn't notice. Or the times before we started having sex and we'd swim naked in the pond. I used to check him out all the time, staring at his beautiful ass and V-shaped back when he had his back turned to me, or his beautiful abs and dick when he faced me. It was all so innocent then.
I'd been to her house four times and did basically the same thing. We would make out a little, and I would spread suntan lotion on her and she on me. The fifth time she invited me up to her room. It was hard to tell what she had in mind. She gave me a mini tour of her room; it was definitely a girl's room with pastel colors, pink and white drapes, and a Mickey Mouse bedspread on her bed.
"What's with the Mickey Mouse bedspread? Aren't you a little old for that?"
"My brother gave to me. It reminds me of him."
I smiled. She had some stuffed animals on her dresser and a poster of a teen idol on her closet door. She put on some music. We sat on the floor, leaned against her bed, and talked. Then she leaned in and French kissed me. I felt my cock move. Then she said, "I want you to be my first."
I didn't know what to say. Believe me, it wasn't because I didn't want to have sex with her. I did for two reasons: I was horny, and I wanted to see what it was like to be with a girl. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I've thought about it a lot since we've been hanging out together."
What the hell? Together? What did she mean by that? I gave her a casual reply. "And you decided I should be your first?"
"Yeah. You're nice, you're hot, and I like you."
"Megan, I've never been with a girl."
"I know. I guess I'll be your first too. Do you want me to be your first?"
Shit, this seemed like a big responsibility. I was going to take her virginity. Well, not really take it. She was going to give it to me because she liked me, thought I was nice, and she was attracted to me. It definitely helped to have her stroke my ego. But it's one thing to have sex with a guy, and another completely different thing having sex with a girl. Maybe it was just me, but when I had sex with guys, even Andy, I didn't feel like I was making a commitment or getting tangled in knots with any of them. We may have tied a few, but it never seemed like we were all tangled up together. Having sex with a girl seemed to have more strings attached for some reason. I couldn't explain it then, but I understand it better now. All these thoughts were flashing in my mind. "Yeah, sure," I replied.
I wasn't quite sure what to do, never having been with a girl before, but I decided to act like she was a guy, but with different parts. I was surprised at my confidence. I stood, grabbed her by the hand, pulled her up, and kissed her long and deep while we both rubbed our hands up and down each other's backs. I kissed her neck and kissed her breasts through her swimsuit. I kissed her shoulders and turned her around so I could kiss her back and unzip the back of her swimsuit. I kissed her back through the opening until I got to the top of her ass.
"You're so gentle," she said. I untied the strap around her neck that held her swimsuit up. I kissed the back of her neck and then turned her around to face me. I kissed her and then pressed my hard cock against her.
"Hmm. I see our friend is alive and well."
"Yes, very alive and well."
We kissed, and then she rubbed her hands on my chest and abs. "You have a nice body."
I didn't know what to say. "So do you."
Megan put her lips to my chest and kissed her way down my abs. She pulled my swim trunks down to my ankles. I glanced down and stepped out of them.
"I've never done this before, so I don't know how good I'll be," she said. She took my cock in her hand and then smiled up at me before taking it into her mouth.
If I had my eyes closed, it could have just as easily been a guy. But my eyes were open and it was Megan sucking on my cock. It seemed like a dream seeing her there with her long hair, naked breasts, and my cock in her mouth. She wasn't real good at it, after all, it was her first time, but it still felt good. I reached down, grabbed her forearms, and pulled her up. "We need to get you naked too."
I pulled her swimsuit down so the nipples of her beautiful firm breasts stared at me. I quickly kissed each of her nipples, licked around them, and gently sucked them before helping her completely remove her bathing suit. She stepped out of it, as I said, "Let's lay on the bed."
She pulled the covers back and the two of us laid naked next to each other locked in a deep kiss with my dick pressing against her. I had no idea what to do next and heard myself say, "Let's do each other."
She gave me a funny look.
"You know, 69." It sounded a bit gross talking to her about a 69, but I figured this would give us both what we wanted, or at least what I thought we both wanted. Who knew? "Don't move." She lay there as I straddled her head with my knees so she had access to my cock. She immediately took it in. I spread her legs and saw my first real vagina. I remember thinking it looked like a trap. Stupid, I know. But that's what I thought. My knowledge about a girl's anatomy was enough to help me know where to kiss and lick, and suck, so I started doing that with her clitoris which caused her to moan and wiggle her hips. It seemed so simple. By then I'd licked enough assholes that licking her and flicking my tongue and sucking on her clitoris was like being in familiar territory. It wasn't as good as having a cock in my mouth. But what was enticing was that when I put her finger in her vagina it was warm, wet, and ready. This made my cock harder.
She pulled off my cock and asked, "Are you sure I'm your first?"
"Yes, you're my first." I put my finger into her vagina again and enjoyed the wet warm smoothness of it. No need for lube or cleaning up or anything. I couldn't wait to put my cock inside. All we needed was a condom. "Do you have any condoms?" I asked.
"No. I wasn't expecting to have sex."
"Shit," she said. "Let me check in my parents' room."
I hated to see her leave, afraid my cock would go limp, but she was back in a flash with a condom wrapped in a silver and blue package. "Are you happy now?"
"Yes. Do you want me to put it on, or do you want to?" I asked.
"I'll put it on. They taught us this stuff with a banana in sex ed. But this friend of yours is sure no banana."
I laid on my back as she slipped the condom over my cock. The odd thing about all this was it seemed like we went from 0 to 69 in three seconds. Pun intended.
"What do we do now?" she asked.
"You're asking me, like I've done this before?"
"Yeah, you've been with guys. What do you prefer?"
"Missionary," I said.
"Lay on your back." She did as she was told. I grabbed my dick at the base and flipped it up and down, all the time surprised that being naked in front of her didn't bother me. I put a pillow under her, spread her legs, found my target, and slipped my penis into her warm, wet, waiting vagina. It was smoother than silk. I let out a loud moan as my dick slid inside. Megan did too. It was awesome. There wasn't any resistance, and I didn't have to wait for her to open up. All lights were green. I started off slowly. At first I found it hard to look at Megan, but soon we were both staring into each other's eyes as I slowly and rhythmically slid my dick in and out. My dick felt so good inside her that I was afraid I was going to blow my load before I had enough time to really enjoy it. I stopped my pumping action and kissed her deep as I plunged my dick deeper into her at the same time. It felt so fucking good. Gay guys just don't know what they're missing. I quit pumping as I held each of her breasts in my hands and licked and kissed her nipples.
She groaned and again asked, "Are you sure I'm your first?"
"You are, and if I'm your first, then you have nothing to compare it to."
"True. You're so fucking hot. You're really good."
Her language surprised me, but my frigging ego burst with pride. Here was the half-gay guy having a girl tell him he was really good. "Thanks," I said. "But we're not done yet."
Then she said, "I think I'm going to have a climax." I knew girls could climax multiple times, but I had no idea what that meant until I felt this pulsing sensation on my cock, and she was moaning and telling me to fuck her harder. I thought I was going to cum right then, so I pulled out.
"Don't," she pleaded.
"I don't want to climax. I can only do it once, and this is so fucking hot." I figured if she could talk that way so could I.
She let out a big breath. "Okay, I'm done. Stick it back in."
Megan didn't have to tell me twice. I was ready to get my dick back into that wet, warm vagina. I placed the tip of my penis against her clitoris and rubbed it up and down.
"Oh shit, Matt, you're going to make me cum again."
I slid in slowly and savored the feeling on the full length of my cock. I began my pumping action again. She reached up and placed her hands on my chest and abs, and between that and my cock action, I was getting ready to cum.
She panted, "I'm going to climax again." I didn't move. I waited for the pulsating action of her climax. I felt it on the whole length of my cock, and my own climax began. It was so awesome. Her vagina was vibrating on my cock, and my cock was throbbing and shooting my load all at the same time.
"Oh God, Megan. I'm cumming. I can feel your climax, and this is like nothing I've ever felt before. Oh shit. Fuck. This is so hot." It was so intense I was gasping for air.
Megan was writhing on the bed as she said, "I had no idea it would be like this."
"Neither did I," I said. "I remember thinking the same thing the first time I had sex with Andy."
"He taught you well."
"I'm not sure how he would feel about you telling me that. He doesn't like the idea that we might be having sex."
"Well, we are, and I'm glad you were my first."
I left my cock inside her as I bent down to kiss and suck her nipples before giving her a long French kiss and then short kisses on her lips and all over her face. "Damn, that was good," I said. I pulled out, took the condom off, and held it up so she could see the cum.
We both smiled.
"What do you want me to do with it?"
"Throw it in the toilet."
I did and then came back and laid down naked beside her. We faced each other and kissed gently on the lips.
Then she asked, "When can we do this again?"
"You are one horny girl, aren't you?"
"You made me that way," she said. "I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I wasn't expecting my first time to be so hot. You are good."
My ego blossomed like time-lapse photography. "Thanks. You were damn good yourself."
We rolled on our backs and stared at the ceiling. She put her hand on my cock and began to play with it. "I love playing with our friend. But nothing's happening."
"It takes a little bit of time for our friend to recover, but it won't take long."
We fucked one more time and then sat by the pool until her parents got home. They invited me to stay for dinner, and I politely accepted.
Love when you're ready, not when you're lonely. Author Unknown
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