After dinner and some TV, I drove Stacey home. She kissed me goodnight before she got out of the car like usual. It might have been my imagination – she’d eaten an entire meal and had a couple of glasses of soda – but I swear I could still taste a little of her on her lips, in her mouth, when we kissed.
“G’night Bubblegum,” she got out my car and shut the door, but then she doubled back. “Hey, almost forgot, I left something for you. Look between your pillows.”
I drove home. Went to my room to my masturbate like I usually did after we were together. I remembered what she’d said about leaving me something. I checked and found Stacey’s little white thong. It was still soaking wet from her rubbing it into herself.
I held it up to my nose. Hell, I frickin’ licked it a little bit too. I jilled myself off for half the night with my face buried in my girlfriend’s underwear.
When I couldn’t go anymore, I sent Stacey a quick and hopefully not too self-incriminating text message. U R wicked. 5X 2nite! New Bubblegum record.
Oh, yeah, and the panties she left me… I kept them. What do you suppose they smelled like? Tasted like?
Yup, strawberries.
~~~** Part IV **~~~
The next month or so was a mix of heaven and hell.
Remember being a teenager and trying to find somewhere, anywhere, for some private sex time with your significant other? If you’re significant other is the same sex as you and you’re trying to keep it a secret it’s a million times worse. You can’t hook up at parties where people know you. And driving to the usual make-out spots is out of the question for the same reason. You’re pretty much stuck with darkened movie theaters two towns away and sneaky moments at home when you’re positive your family is asleep. We couldn’t even take a blanket into the woods somewhere for some privacy because it snapped cold really early that year. So, Stacey and I got to heavy petting but got stuck there. For several weeks. I was going out of my mind.
That’s why it was like a gift from above when we saw our first opportunity at serious alone time at the end of field hockey season. Frankly, we’d been pouring our sexual frustration into hockey. I’d never played that well. And Stacey the newbie turned into a defensive miracle. Our team was doing really, really well. It dawned on me that if we made it to the state semi-finals it meant a pretty big road trip. Which meant getting hotel rooms. Which meant a chance for major uninterrupted nooky with Stacey.
I had a new mission. I scored six goals during the last game we needed to win in order to qualify for the semi-finals. Nothing like the prospect of a whole night of naked fun time with your hot teen girlfriend to motivate a girl.
If you think I was bad, you should have seen Stacey! I explained the connection between winning and sex and she just unhinged as sweeper. She staked her claim to the entire backfield and the other team’s forwards were scared to go near her. I thought the referees were going to throw her out. They’d have had to shoot her with a tranquilizer dart to carry her off.