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The Adventures of Marvin Finster
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Volume 1  -- March l988

Chapter 1:
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I was 15 when I first set foot inside the halls of Dennison High
School. Fifteen--the time at which the cruel joke which mother
nature plays on adolescents is at its maximum effect, namely
sexual urge and hormone production!

It was driving me crazy. In the morning before I'd go off to
school I'd have to relieve myself in the shower. In the middle of
the night I'd have to clean up after a wet dream. Yet, still I
could hardly keep it down as I went from one class to the next,
staring at everything in skirts, even the more or less
ordinary-looking femmes. Maybe, in addition to the pressure of
hormones, it was a pheromonal effect--just the SMELL of anything
female was enough to give me a large problem. Whew!

Today, there are a lot of "growing up" movies, like Porky's and
Animal House, that have "peep" scenes where guys can look in on
femmes au naturel. But REALLY, situations like that aren't all
that common. And in any case, some measure of SAFETY (for the
voyeur!) has to exist. Yeah, I can see myself at the top of a
ladder peeking in on a sorority pillow fight without winding up
in the back seat of police car, and in the back yard behind the
wood shed after Dad found out! Want me to sell you some choice
waterfront property in Cheyenne, Wyoming? Anyway, if you're
sharp, you can find a few, rare, genuine situations where you CAN
"look in" on some sumptuous skin. Maybe it was accidental, maybe
it was the hormonal pressure driving my creative energies to
extra heights, but there was one thing I noticed almost
immediately about Dennison High: the gymnasium had been
REMODELED.

Dennison High was a fairly ancient building. George Washington
slept here, practically, y'know. And a remodeling meant that odd
nooks, corners and crannies might exist behind the current
facades that no one at the present time knew were there. At
least, it was worth checking out.

Also worth checking out was the unusually-large proportion of the
female student body that were by most people's standards
ATTRACTIVE. High schools (and colleges, I suppose) get
reputations as having great-looking coeds or ordinary coeds or
(like military academies at the time) coeds in name only.
Dennison was endowed--and so was the female student body.

Most guys my age were still absolutely petrified when it came to
talking to, walking with, holding hands with, or doing anything
else with, a girl. I was both lonely and so bad off at the time
that being rejected or ridiculed by a girl could make me feel no
worse than I was already feeling, so, while I worked on the
problem of the gymnasium in the back of my mind, I actively
sought out some female companionship.

The big rule in going for a girlfriend is not to act like a jerk.
I'll have to give Dad credit for filling me in on some of the
secrets. I remember what he said in that conversation. "Son," he
said, "as men, we place a great deal of value on a woman's looks.
So it's hard to believe, but a woman does not really place the
same value on a man's looks. In fact, a fellow can be downright
UGLY and have a good-looking girlfriend (he's got to make the
UGLY look MACHO). Since you are a fairly decent-looking kid, you
won't have that complication. But to get back to what I was
saying, women want a fellow with CHARACTER: a fellow who isn't
afraid to be himself and who doesn't worry about what the OTHER
fellow thinks. That's also why you find a lot of girls that
aren't quite with it hanging out with creeps who LOOK LIKE
they're guys who are being themselves--hoods, cycle bums, and so
forth. Treat a woman decently and don't embarrass her in public,
and you won't have a problem."

Second Period History with Mrs. Paleo was INCREDIBLY BORING,
therefore, with the exception that Second Period History with
Mrs. Paleo was also Second Period History with Martha
Schlegelmann. The name conjures up the image of a Teutonic Shrew,
but Martha Schlegelmann was a cute brunette, about five-four,
with an artistically-proportioned little body that was just
barely on the chunky side. In short, she looked DELICIOUS. It was
very difficult for me to keep from drooling all over "Our
American History" with Mattie in the room. And on more than one
occasion I had to discretely drape my jacket over my arm and hold
it strategically in front of me as I got up to go to the next
class. My lips weren't the only things drooling, you see.

Another thing Dad told me was not to scare a girl off by falling
all over her, despite the fact that that was what you really
wanted to do (pant pant). I managed to get the seat behind Mattie
by giving the kid who originally sat there my entire collection
of 1260 Silver Bear points. This was no mean sacrifice at the
time and was a major component of my wealth. But, it was worth
it. I managed to say "hi" to Mattie and actually hold a few minor
conversations before and after class, but our next classes were
at opposite ends of the building and Second Period History was
about the only time we saw each other. I hadn't gotten my
driver's license yet, didn't have any money for dating anyway,
and I was getting pretty frustrated with the static nature of the
relationship--IF you could call it that.

One thing I did manage to find out was that Mattie was in the
Junior Actors Guild, an after-school activity group which put on
plays for the school. I have to admit, the idea of acting never
really thrilled me, but joining the JAG would let me be near
Mattie more often, and having Mom or Dad pick me up from school
in the late afternoon was different from having them drive me to
or from a date (which I mentally swore I would never have them
do).

To make certain I had a reasonable chance to get into the Guild,
I first checked out a copy of Shakespeare's plays from the school
library. The school librarian and resident 44D, Miss Fuller, knew
something of my interests (art books, photography books,
science-fiction, etc.) and gave me a pretty weird look as I
brought the book to the check-out counter. She made me feel like
I was bringing a Playboy to a drug-store counter, or something.
But, she didn't say anything and I took the volume home, out
behind the woodshed (yeah, we really DID have one of those), and
worked on my "to be or not to be"s. Can you picture this? Can you
picture Mom catching me in the middle of Hamlet saying "What
didst thou think I had on my mind, country matters?". Mom looked
at me pretty weirdly too. And each day for a week thereafter.

Finally, I told my folks that I was going to try for the Junior
Actors Guild, which sort of, but not fully, relieved mom. At
least, she must've figured, I wasn't going crazy. She gave me the
mandatory hazards-of-choosing-an- acting-career speech, but I had
it cleared with the folks.

Turns out, I needn't have worried about getting into the JAG.
When I went to the sponsor, Mr. Wessel, he lit up like a lamp. He
was one male part short for the next play, he said, and was about
ready to dress up one of the girls as a guy if he couldn't come
up with another male actor.

I've hated Shakespeare ever since.


Chapter 2: ==========

Fate has a way of providing opportunities for almost everything,
especially things which you wish to happen.

The first evening I showed up for JAG, Mattie spied me and put on
the most curious look I have EVER seen on anyone's face. She
replaced that look, however, with a smile, and for the life of me
I don't think my feet touched the floor the remainder of that
evening. I was so preoccupied with Mattie that I had no
self-consciousness about whatever silly-ass play we were working
on, and at the end of the evening Mr. Wessel took me aside to
compliment me on my "natural acting ability". Yessir.
Thankyousir.

Where Fate came in was in location. The auditorium was adjacent
to the gymnasium. The backstage area, like most backstage areas,
had a number of doors and stairways, catwalks and sub-stage
crawlways. In the weeks that followed, I took every spare moment
(every spare moment away from Mattie, that is) to explore the
environment.

I eventually narrowed the interesting possibilities to two locked
maintenance closets which were located behind the rear stage
curtains, of all places. If I were going to do anything with
those, I'd have to have more time and access than I had now.
There were simply too many people about.

What I needed was an after-school activity that occurred on an
evening on which the auditorium was unused. That ruled out
Student-Government evening, JAG evening (of course), Debate Club
evening, and Band Evening.

So, I found myself back in the library and at the checkout
counter, presenting Miss Fuller with copies of "Capablanca's
Great Games" and "Modern Chess Openings". This time she opened
her lips to say something, but closed them again. Four agonizing
weeks later, I was playing chess well enough during lunch period
to get the attention of Mr. Bresenham, Chess Club sponsor.

One thing you have to realize, too, was that I couldn't let my
grades fall if I wanted to stay in the JAG and in the Chess Club.
My folks would say that my studies came first. The entire
enterprise was an exercise in time management, and I got to be
pretty good at tit. at it. ahem. Well, I had to keep my mind
firmly set on the REAL goals in all of this, you see. Just
because Chess helped me with math, and JAG with English, well,
those were just side effects.

Getting out the Chess Club meetings was ridiculously easy. After
the business part of the meeting, the remainder of the time was
spent playing Chess. Now, Heironimous Smith ("Harry") was a
chubby fellow with whom no one wanted to play chess. First, he
refused to play with a clock, and second, he was SLOW. I mean S L
O W. Present him with a complex situation, and he would go "into
the tank" for as much as an hour.

You know what happened. I started playing with Harry, and when he
went into the tank, I would leave the room to "stretch my legs".
Mr. Bresenham thought I was being kind by playing with Harry, so
he had no objections. Had he known what I was up to, well...

The first evening I slipped down to the auditorium, I was already
prepared with what I imagined I would need for jimmying the locks
on the closet doors. Remember, this was an OLD building, and the
locks on these doors were the true-keyhole variety, not the small
slot type. I'd taken a couple of small Allen-wrenches and a wire
cutter from dad's toolbox, and I had a piece of coathanger-wire
with me, too. The Allen-wrenches were too big to be used as
picks, but in about a half-hour I managed to open the first of
the two closets by creating a coathanger-wire skeleton key.

I opened the door to be confronted by pitch-blackness. A
flashlight I hadn't thought to bring along. At any rate, I
couldn't very well have hidden it in my trouser pocket. I made
the best of the situation by closing the door, locking it, and
creating another skeleton key for the second closet. This time
things went much more quickly (experience!), and I had the door
open inside of 10 minutes. I was about to close it, too, when I
noticed a dim light coming from the far right edge of the
closet's interior. In the dark, I felt around and found brooms,
mops, buckets and other stuff in the way, but I managed to creep
around to the corner. There was a tight corridor between old and
new walls, apparently, that led off to the right. A REAL tight
corridor, folks. About 9 inches wide, maybe. With arms
outstretched and feet positioned sideways, I was barely able to
squeeze in and follow the passageway. Twenty feet or so into the
corridor it opened up into a little square closet, at the top of
which an old air-vent opened up to the late-afternoon sky. In
front of me I could see two pipes climbing from the floor to near
the ceiling, where they entered the wall. They seemed sound
enough, so I climbed up to look out the vent.

Prospectors when they discover the mother load must have
expressions on their faces like the one I had on mine when I
gazed through the vent. I could not imagine my good fortune. The
vent was lit by the afternoon sun all right, but that sun was
coming through a frosted window pane some fifteen feet away, at
about the same level as the vent. Beneath the frosted pane were
the shower stalls of what HAD to be the girls' shower room.

I almost fainted.

Nothing in the way of shower activity was happening that evening,
so I climbed back down, wedged my way back to the maintenance
closet, and returned to the Chess Club meeting, where Harry had
JUST made his move. I had a mate-in-four but was so elated I went
ahead and let the poor guy win the game.


Chapter 3: ==========

That evening as Dad drove me home, I could only think of what
would happen next. Obviously, I couldn't comfortably hang from
those pipes while looking through the vent, so I had to come up
with some sort of solution for that. Also, I had to find a way to
get out of a class or two. Or three. Or four. Heck, I could play
hooky all day and be on the school premises all the time! Well,
practically. I still needed to keep my grades up to prevent all
sorts of suspicion from breaking out. That night, studying
Algebra had to be the most INCREDIBLY BORING ACTIVITY on the face
of the planet. But, I did it.

The next day at school I slipped into the auditorium before I had
to be in Home Room for roll call. I opened the first closet door
and felt around for what I hoped I would find: a ladder. Yup,
there was an ancient but reasonably sturdy ladder in there,
covered with a quarter inch of dust. I carried it over to the
other closet and just had time to stick it in there and shove it
down the corridor into the Viewing Room, as I'd begun to think of
that forgotten niche. I was two minutes late getting to Home
Room, but was able to talk Mrs. Frowser out of giving me a tardy.

Third Period that day was the aforementioned Algebra, and I
whizzed through the test I had studied for the previous evening.
Twenty minutes before end-of-period, as I handed in my paper, a
light went off. In my head, that is. "Mr. Feigenbaum, if it's all
right with you, I could really use this time to do some quick
research in the library for English class later today. Could you
give me a hall pass?"

Say it politely, and the world will give you anything. Including
a hall pass.

A side benefit of leaving class early was that the halls were
practically empty, so I didn't run into anyone on my way down to
the auditorium. I was so excited I had to force myself into not
running. Nevertheless, 5 minutes after leaving Feigenbaum's
Algebra, I was standing on the ladder gazing through the air
vents. Nice, half-inch-gapped air vents. Also, I'd prepared
against discovery by making myself a black hood from some felt
Mom had had around, and only had eye holes cut out. Fifteen
minutes now remained in the current period, and the girls should
be coming in for their showers at any time!

A door slammed in the distance, shouting and giggling
reverberated from the tile walls, and I almost fell off the
ladder when the first girl came into view. Although the girls'
showers had stalls, unlike the guys' showers, which were gang
showers, the stalls only rose to about neck level, and from the
height of the vent, I could look in on about six of the
showerees.

I could see ALL of what was going on in the stall directly
beneath the vent.

The first girl to get into a stall was one whose name I didn't
know. She was a short, average-looking little blonde who didn't
remove her towel until she entered the stall. She removed her
towel, and I could feel a dampness begin to form in my pants.
Well, I DID have other classes to go to later, so I couldn't mess
up my appearance. I unzipped my fly and let my penis grow to its
full erect six inches as Blondy and her pert little nipples
danced under the spray of a showerhead.

The second girl to step into a shower was Mindy Roberts. THE
Mindy Roberts. She was cute, but her main claim to fame was the
obvious etymological connection she pointed out between the words
Mammary and Mammoth. She was INCREDIBLE. And at her age, they
didn't sag, either. At 15 or 16, she had to be at least 37 or 38
inches already. Maybe she'd been gobbling her granny's hormone
cream, or something. SHE didn't wrap her towel around her as she
walked into the shower stalls--she strode in in the same state as
she was delivered to earth--butt naked. If you've got it, flaunt
it! When she picked the stall directly under the vent, I damn
near came.

She lathered up those fabulous breasts of hers and ran her
fingers through her curly red top, letting the water play on her
face and front. The soft pink fuzz between her legs became almost
invisible as the water hit it, giving her a very youthful, almost
prepubescent appearance (from the waist down, anyway).

If you remember your high school years, you also remember that
sometimes there wasn't enough hot water to go around, and that
some showerheads were warmer than others. In Mindy's case, the
water must have been almost cool, as her nipples, surrounded by
Silver-Dollar-sized cherry spots, came to attention and added yet
another inch to her bust measurement!

To rinse her bottom, she bent over almost double, pointed her
fanny at the showerhead and used her fingers to part her pussy
lips. I'd never seen a woman's genitals before, and that was the
last straw. I came. All over the wall. I must have shot off for
all of fifteen seconds straight. It was glorious. I'd never
experienced such full relief before, and it almost hurt at the
end.

I climbed down from the ladder, used my handkerchief to clean up,
and went to the rest of my classes for that day. For the first
time in a long time, I was actually able to concentrate on the
academic material.


Chapter 4: ==========

In the days that followed, I manufactured a number of other
opportunities to get hall passes or library passes. I actually
DID go to the library a few times, just to cover myself. But it
was hard. (And it WAS hard. Most of the time, too!) At least
during the times I did arrive at the library, I could seat myself
strategically and daydream about Miss Fuller and her succulent
superstructure. I wasn't certain at the time, but I think she
noticed the fact that I was noticing her. Brother! To be able to
catch HER in the shower! "Dream on!" I told myself.

I also had an opportunity to have a small but critical
conversation with Mattie. It went something like this: "By the
way, what period do you have gym class?" "Sixth Period, just
after lunch. Why?" "Oh, just curious. No particular reason."
Subtle as a chain-saw, yessir.

And it would just about take a chain-saw to get me out of Sixth
Period, too, as Mrs. Fennelworth was exceedingly jealous of her
English class and wanted no one to miss even a minute of it.
Getting out of her class would require some significant
subterfuge.

My mind worried over that all that day, almost all night (I
didn't get any sleep to speak of), and all the next day. I was so
preoccupied with the Fennelworth problem that I didn't even make
the attempt to get out of any of the other classes. That evening,
I came home, did my homework, and, to the abject astonishment of
my parents, went to bed early. "Are you coming down with
anything, son?" Mom asked. "Just a rough couple days at school,
Mom!" Indeed. I'd about given up on the problem, so I fell asleep
as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I had a great night's sleep that night, even though I had to get
up in the middle of it to clean up after another wet dream, as I
didn't have my relief at school that day. Sometimes I wondered
what Mom thought I was doing, as she must have noticed spots on
my bedsheets when she changed the linen. I guess Dad explained
the situation to her as he had explained it to me: "There's
nothing you can do about wet dreams. Enjoy them, and clean up
afterwards!" After cleaning up that night, I sat for a moment on
my bed and looked out at the moonlit street.

My hands and legs were pale in the moonlight, and that gave me
the idea for a ploy which might work--but only once.

The next evening at school was a JAG evening, so I took along to
school a couple of small plastic containers--the type you keep
dimes in. And when no one was looking, I made off with a bit of
actor's makeup. I enjoyed the remainder of the JAG meeting,
enjoyed being with Mattie, and was about to call it a good
evening's work, when some faint commotion was heard from the
hallways. I peeked out, and a bunch of girls in track-team
outfits ran past me, down the hall, and into the girls' gym.
There had been an interschool track meet! I looked at my watch.
Mom would be by to pick me up in half an hour. JAG would be over
in fifteen minutes. I conjured up a quick excuse for Mr. Wessel
to let me get out early: "Mr. Wessel, I seem to be missing a set
of notes for my Algebra class. I need to check out my locker and
a couple of classrooms. Can I leave now, please?"

Say it politely, and the world will give you anything.

So I "left" the JAG meeting by pushing the hallway door open and
ducking to the right, and then behind the curtain. Nobody spotted
me, or so I thought at the time.

I made my way to the second maintenance closet and down the
corridor to the Viewing Room. I hadn't gotten my relief that day
and was sorely looking forward to it. Very sorely. I unzipped my
fly, took out my penis and waited for the femmes to appear. I
didn't have to wait long.

Apparently both teams were using our girls' showers, as more
people, and many I didn't recognize, used the stalls. The other
school had some EXQUISITELY-sculpted femme fatales, but this was
getting a bit old now, and I found myself stroking my manhood and
feeling mildly bored.

Suddenly, almost without my noticing it, the activity appeared
over, and I was about to get off, and get off the ladder too,
when two final girls, Lisa somebody and Helen whats-her-name, got
into the stall just below the vent, TOGETHER. Like a pointer
discovering a fresh scent, my cock seemed to perk up to new
heights.

Lisa turned on the shower head, and the two of them quickly
cleaned up. Very quickly. Then Helen grabbed Lisa in a hug, and
the two kissed each other, deeply, like you see men and women in
a movie love scene. Lisa slowly ran her lips down onto Helen's
neck, and down onto her tit! She sucked that tit until the nipple
pointed like the eraser of a pencil! It was only then that I
noticed that both girls had been fingering each other between
their legs. After another minute, Lisa bent over almost double,
and Helen put her face against Lisa's fanny. I strained to see,
and finally saw a pink tongue dart to and fro between Lisa's
legs. A short while later, Lisa's entire body convulsed, and
Helen then bent over. Lisa took her tongue and ran it between
Helen's pussy lips, as I expected, but then also ran it around
and INTO her asshole. Helen gave out with a groan that I could
hear over the noise of the shower.

Finally, the three of us got cleaned up and went our separate
ways!


Chapter 5: ==========

The next day in Second Period History I could hardly contain
myself. I was bubbling over with anticipation, and Mattie seemed
to be in more than ordinary good humor, too.

When it came time for Mrs. Fennelworth's English, I started my
little ruse by asking to be excused to go the men's room. Old
Lady Fennelworth frowned at me but, because I hadn't asked her
before, and because I was a fairly good student, she let me.

I took that opportunity to add a little paling makeup to my
cheeks, and dabbed on some water to act as "beads of sweat". I
returned to English class looking the worse for wear, and when I
dropped into my seat, I held my hand to my head. It didn't take
Mrs. Fennelworth long to figure out something wasn't quite right.

She walked over to where I was sitting. "Marvin, are you feeling
all right?" she asked.

I looked up at her and replied, "On and off, today, I haven't
been feeling too well. Maybe I'm coming down with flu, or
whatever." She could now see the "pale and wan" look on my face,
and fell into the ploy:

"Maybe you'd better go down and see the School Nurse. I'll get
you a hall pass."

So I got my hall pass and went down to see the School Nurse. On
the way, I took my handkerchief and wiped off the makeup. When I
arrived, I appeared to be in much better shape than Mrs.
Fennelworth had seen me in.

Constance Terwilliger was 40 to 45, chubby, and looked forward to
easy, uneventful days as Dennison High School Nurse. Everyone
knew she spent more time in the teacher's lounge than in the
nurse's office, so she was not amused when I walked in, told her
that Old Lady Fennelworth had sent me, and subsequently found
nothing wrong with me. "Why don't you just rest a few minutes,
and if you still feel all right, go on about the rest of your
classes," she told me. With that, she left the office on her way
to who-knows-where.

I'd timed things so that only about 20 minutes remained in the
current class period. As soon as Terwilliger was down the hallway
and out of sight, so was I! I took the hall pass from her desk
and scuttled down to the auditorium and the Viewing Room.

As I peered through the vents that afternoon, my heart was
pounding so badly that I felt surely someone must hear it. When
the sound of the girls returning from gym class to take their
showers hit my ears, my palms began to sweat and I almost shook
as I stood near the top of the ladder.

Please, PLEASE let Mattie choose a stall where I can see her! It
was only Mattie that I had come to see that day--all other skin
was irrelevant!

Suddenly, there she was. Mattie was one of the first girls into
the shower, and the stall directly beneath the vent was still
open. Could I be lucky enough to have her choose that one?

She paused momentarily at one, then another of the far stalls,
glanced briefly in my direction (at which point I ducked) and
then did, indeed, choose the stall under the vent!

She unwrapped the towel she'd had around her and hung it from the
hook on the stall door. Her back was to me, and the smooth, plump
cheeks of her little fanny rippled slightly as she shifted her
weight back and forth.

She turned slowly, and I could see her pleasantly-formed breasts
come into view. They weren't as big as Mindy's of course, but
they were ample, wonderfully symmetric, and had nipples as big as
the first segment of my little finger! My cock hardened until I
felt as if it were about to jump out of its skin!

Then I noticed something else: As Mattie completed her turn to
the showerhead, the dark fuzziness I had expected to find between
her legs was not there! Only a bare, beautifully bare cleft
separated her firm, lithe thighs! I'd never seen anything like
it. My mouth must have gaped.

Mattie lathered up and went through her wash. Not only did I feel
aroused, but I also felt a closeness, a warmth, that I hadn't
felt in looking at any of the other girls. Of course, that was
because I really LIKED Mattie, and because I knew her personally.

I thought Mattie was about to leave the stall when she placed her
hand over her crotch. She then bent over, with her ass directly
pointing at the vent, and placed one of her fingers into her
cunt! In and out she moved her little digit, and then she added a
second, and then a third finger. From time to time she would just
spread her pussy lips a second or two, giving me a wonderful,
almost gynecological view of her womanhood.

She stopped only to avoid the danger of being discovered. She
turned off the shower head, dried off, wrapped the towel around
her and walked off into the distance. I'd long since come, of
course. I cleaned off myself and the wall and went on my next
class and bad case of inattention. I could only see Mattie and
her beautiful, bare lips spread out beneath me under the shower
lights, and the tall, thick nipples of her ivory breasts.


Chapter Sex: uh, Chapter 6: =============================

In the next days, Mattie and I really hit it off during Second
Period History. She seemed giggly and effervescent, lively and
REAL. And I felt like I could hardly stand the happiness coursing
through me.

Track season was still going, and the next time the JAG met, the
same scenario with another girls' track team repeated itself.

I conveniently lost my Algebra notes again. "Must be something
Freudian, Mr. Wessel! Maybe Algebra affects my Id, or something."

I made my way to the Viewing Room, wishing that I were able to
come up with another excuse for getting Old Lady Fennelworth to
let me out of her class early. The one girl I really wanted to
see again was Mattie, still out on stage, I figured, rehearsing
her lines in the current play production.

This time Dennison High's star long-distance runner, Diana
Johnson, chose the stall under the vent. She was tall, slender
black girl who had a great sense of personal pride and
consequently little sense of false modesty. She, like Mindy
earlier, strode in without cover and proceeded to take her
shower. Her breasts were small but perfectly formed, and the
muscular thighs she sported gave her an almost statuesque
appearance. Under other circumstances, I would have been
delighted as a Junior or Senior to go out on a date with her, but
times and attitudes being what they were, that was, alas, not to
be. So I looked at her with appreciation and almost some sadness.
She left the shower, and I was hoping that Lisa and her friend
would drop in for some delicious cunt-licking when I heard a
rustle behind me.

I pulled the black hood from my face and turned to look. An older
man would have had a coronary, I'm sure. Mattie was looking up at
me. She didn't say a word, but was waving "hi" with her right
hand. She was also grinning from ear to ear.

She motioned me to come down off the ladder. As soon as I stepped
off the bottom rung she threw her arms around me, kissed me and
held on for dear life. When she finally spoke, she whispered in
my ear, "Oh, Marv, I've DREAMED about us getting together. I've
lain awake nights playing with myself and thinking about you! I
want you! Love me! Love me!"

I couldn't have been more blitzed if Rod Serling Himself had now
stepped into the picture. I didn't know what to think, but the
past weeks of careful planning and conniving did give me enough
common sense to try and get a grip on the situation.

"Oh, Mattie, I've wanted you so badly too! None of the girls I've
seen come anywhere close to the feeling I had the one time I saw
you!" All of this was, of course, true. Then came another
shocker:

Mattie smiled again. "So you liked that little show I put on for
you! Did you think it was just coincidence that I chose that
stall, and that I pointed my bottom directly at the vent, rather
than at the shower?"

My jaw dropped to the floor. I had to feel about in the
semidarkness to find it and reattach it. When I did, I asked,
"How did you find out?"

"The first time you pulled that 'Algebra notes' business I knew
you were fibbing. I'd gotten to know you too well, Mr. Finster,
so I followed you to see what you were up to. When I opened the
maintenance room door I could just hear the noises from the
girls' shower room, so it didn't take a Rocket Scientist to
figure out what was going on!" She paused a moment and then
continued, "When you had asked me about my gym period, that also
seemed funny, so when I discovered what you were doing, I was
first outraged, and then amused. If you wanted a show, I'd give
you a show! Course, I figured you'd have a hard time getting out
of Fennelworth's English, so I had to time my little act
carefully. After all, I couldn't play with myself in there every
day hoping you'd see me! Too much chance of getting caught!"

"So what did you do?" I was ready to expect anything at this
point.

"Cissy Henway is a friend of mine. She has Physics Sixth Period
in the classroom just opposite the auditorium doors. I told
her--"

"You TOLD HER!"

"--told her that we had had a little get-together planned in the
auditorium for some smooching, only, silly. I told her if she saw
you, to ask to be excused, go to the girls' gym door, and signal
me through the door window. Simple as that!"

WHEW. The fewer people that knew about this place, the better!

I cupped Mattie's cheek with my hand and looked in her eyes. "And
now what?" I asked.

"I want you to love me."

"God Almighty, I want to love you too, but I don't have any
protection with me."

She stood silent a second, and then said, "That's all right. I
can love you without taking a chance on getting pregnant."

She then placed her warm, soft hand on my penis, which was still
hanging out from my trousers, and slowly got to her knees. I only
half understood what must have been going through her mind at
that time, as she closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide and
nervously guided my cock to her lips.

Finally my cock rested inside her wet, warm mouth. She just held
it there a few moments, not knowing, I guessed, what to expect,
what it would taste like, or just what would happen. She must
have discussed the topic of sucking a man with her girl friends
at one time or another, but it was doubtful that she would have
gotten any real word-of-mouth information (so to speak) from any
of her acquaintances.

Slowly she then moved her mouth back and forth, up and down the
shaft of my penis. It was exhilarating. I told her, "Make a
circle with two fingers, and hold that circle near your lips.
When you move your mouth, move your fingers with it. Your saliva
will let the fingers slide smoothly." I didn't know how she would
take to advice, but she did as I asked. "Now tighten up on the
finger pressure a little. Yes!" She didn't know exactly what she
was doing now, but she was, in effect, jacking me off with her
fingers and mouth.

After a few minutes, I implored her, "Faster. Please, faster!" My
cock grew rock-hard and must have gotten even wider than it had
been. "When I come, please don't stop right away!" I was so out
of it that I didn't even realize I'd asked her to let me come in
her mouth, as I just had. Ten seconds later, I felt the hot,
gushing fluid fire from the orifice of my cock. Mattie, true as
she was, continued to suck until I had completely expended
myself. In those early days of my youth, when I came, I REALLY
came, and it was quite a fair amount of sperm and seminal fluid
which I had deposited between her cheeks. She slowly removed my
cock from her lips, being careful not to let the cum drip from
her mouth and onto her dress. She motioned me to give her a
handkerchief, but I had let mine rest on the top of the ladder in
anticipation of cleaning up after myself, and now I could not
find it. "I'm sorry, Mattie, it must have fallen from the
ladder!"

She looked at me with consternation, with some anger, and with a
mouth full of manly extracts. I offered one suggestion. "It's not
poisonous, you know. You CAN swallow it."

Her eyes blazed briefly at me, but then twinkled as she became
amused with the idea. She swallowed, ran her tongue around the
inside of her mouth to get all the remainders, and swallowed
again. "All right, I did as you asked. Now do as I ask!"

Mattie, with one motion, pulled off her dress. She was so excited
at this time that she didn't take off her panties, she TORE them
off.

And once again I was cunfronted cuntfornicated--uh, CONFRONTED
with her indescribably beautiful bare labia. Not a hair existed
to keep my view from her lovely crotch and cleft. "It is
BEAUTIFUL!" I whispered to her. "Do you shave it?"

"No. When I entered puberty, I found I didn't like the way I
looked with hair on my pussy, so as the hairs appeared, I would
pluck them out with a pair of tweezers. Besides, I hear shaved
pussies get prickly pretty soon after each shave." In the small
room in which we were, there was just barely enough room for her
to lean against one wall and use one of her bare legs to push
against the opposite wall, for support. She did this and then
simply ordered, "Suck me!"

I didn't have any qualms about it. She had a beautiful pussy and
gorgeous pussy lips. I didn't care how it tasted or what would
happen. After what she had done for me, I'd have done almost
ANYTHING for Mattie. For Mattie. The thought warmed my heart, and
my tongue anxiously pressed against her bare flesh.

I was young and didn't know what to do. I thought you just took
your tongue and darted it in and out of a woman's pussy, but
Mattie soon corrected me. "It's great, Marv, but you get a better
effect by tonging the clit, which isn't in the hole. It's just at
the top of the cleft, but it moves sometimes. It feels like a
ball bearing rolling under a buttered pancake! Find it! Lick it!
Ahhh!" I did as she asked and found the clit, heretofore only an
unknown phantom which occasionally cropped up in conversation
with other guys. Few, obviously, knew what it was about. Fewer
still, where it was located.

My tongue found that greased ball bearing and rolled it up and
down and side to side. Side to side seemed to give Mattie a
stronger sensation, and her breath became short and raspy.
Finally, she let out a sigh sort of like a balloon losing air or
a kitten's plaintive mew, and my tongue could feel a
strange-but-not-unpleasant fluid oozing from her little hole. I
made sure I lapped up every drop.

I slowly got to my feet. Mattie and I gazed into each others
eyes. We embraced and then, self-consciously because of what had
gone on, kissed.


Epilogue: =========

The world is a brighter place when you have a soul-mate with
which to share it. Mattie and I were as close as any pair of
lovers, even though she was still technically a virgin, even as
summer vacation beckoned. In the waning weeks of that school
year, we found a number of occasions to steal off into the little
chamber, and in fact I never even bothered to go there any more
for any reasons OTHER than to be with Mattie. Some times,
especially when she was on her period, we would just hug, or
talk. I was so taken with her that it became all the same to me.

Summer vacation came, and Mattie's folks sent her to France for
the summer, to stay with some relative they had in the
Alsace-Lorraine. They figured it would be a good experience for
her. So did I, although I knew I would be lonely in the meantime.
We promised to correspond, and we looked forward to the following
school year. It was the first time I had ever looked forward to
the END of summer vacation.

Other things were happening, too. My high school was one of the
few in the area that had golf team. For some strange reason, I
took to the game in a very natural fashion. Must have been my
interest in holes, I guess. Coach Sharver wanted me on the golf
team, and the last few weeks of the school year got to be pretty
hectic. With all the extracurricular activities I was into, it
was getting difficult to keep my grades up, but somehow I managed
it. I did come to one conclusion, however. If I was going to be
in the Junior Actors Guild, the Chess Club (in which I'd advanced
to Second Board on the Chess Team), and sports on top of it, I
was going to go to summer school to try and pick up one of the
next year's courses, so that I wouldn't have to suffer a full
load. My folks were surprised at the reasoned proposition which I
presented to them, but I had been a "model son" (as far as they
knew) and they had no objection. I heard Dad remark to Mom one
time, "This kid plans his time with a stopwatch!"

So that summer I found myself in Junior World Georgraphy. The
class was composed mostly of kids that didn't make the grade the
previous year. George Hafni was once exception--he was a shrewd
dude, but he'd been sick a lot in the past year. I was able to
relate to him, and the class was bearable.

The little two-hole golf course the school had out back was also
still available, of course, and I spent time there practicing my
strokes (the ones we can do in public), and on occasion I would
spend time in the library.

As the summer dragged on, I found myself spending even MORE time
in the library. And I wasn't checking out books as much as I was
checking out Miss Fuller. And, of course, my problem with wet
dreams had long since returned with a vengeance.

Now, I wondered, HOW could I get Miss Fuller into the girls'
showers where she could model her mammoth mammaries in view of
the voyeur's vent? ...

End of Volume 1 -- March l988
