{Text received 9:43pm} Mack: come outside in 3 minutes, I'm running by.
{Text received 9:44pm} Mack: naked!!
The second text got Mary's attention. She put a bookmark in Pride and Prejudice and slid out of her sheets. It wasn't too late, but she had already gotten in bed and was about a chapter into her 3-chapter routine before she went to sleep. It was also her third or fourth time through the book and she could almost recite Mr. Darcy's lines.
She grabbed her glasses, wiggled into her sky blue pajama pants and checked to see how bad her bed head was in the mirror before she scurried past the portraits of her and her siblings from years past on her way to the front porch.
'He's running by; he won't notice your hair,' she said to herself as she pulled open her front door as quietly as she could while she pondered the reason for the text. Her mom was a heavy sleeper, but she didn't want to risk anything. 'Plus,' she thought, 'it's just Mack - what do you care.'
She used both hands to soften the door closed behind her and peered to her right, down the street towards where Mack lived. Lit softly by the yellow street lamp, a pale, slim body was streaking towards her house in a full sprint! Mack had a huge grin on his face as he approached Mary's house - underneath a thin bush his 'stuff' was flopping back and forth, slapping his thighs.
It was a brisk summer night but Mary was feeling flushed. She didn't know why she was the one embarrassed, fully clothed on her front porch, but this was one of the first fully naked boys she'd seen - in real life anyways, and it did make her blush.
Mack sprinted quickly by her house, waving, but almost immediately he got to the end of her dead end cul-de-sac and headed back towards her. She admired his boldness. This was a suburban neighborhood that often had people walking their dogs in the evening; a place where everyone knew each other, and if Mack got caught, they'd surely tell his parents.
'See ya later,' he called out in a loud whisper as he made his second pass. Mary stood there waving, half grinning, half a look of befuddlement on her face and watched him until his pale cheeks had rounded the corner back towards his family's house.
Mary had known Mack since 3rd grade. He was kinda athletic, handsome, but mostly like a brother to Mary. The two of them had much in common. They were both born in June, a little nerdy, and always had similar grades in the classes they took together. They also talked about everything with each other, so she surprised herself when she was mentally visualizing his naked body as she tip-toed back to her room. It wasn't the first time she had thought about him in a sexual way. Mack was the first one to have sex between the two of them (in fact she hadn't achieved that act at all yet), and she made him describe the entire experience to her - making sure he went into detail about what the feeling was like and how exactly he felt as he slid into her. When she was alone in her bed that night after the conversation, she had made herself come twice recounting his details. After her orgasms, and now as she lay in bed, she felt funny thinking about him that way.
There was no way she was getting back to her Mr. Darcy, so Mary laid half way under her covers thinking. She was happy when her phone buzzed, but a text from Mack wasn't exactly going to take her mind off him.
Mack: Oh hey!
Mary: You are crazy.
Mack: It's such a rush! My heart is pounding!
Mary: Probably because you just ran half a mile. Did anyone see you??
Mack: Nope! And if it was just from the run, why am I so turned on? Are you?
Mary: You don't understand girls at all. I don't get horny from seeing your dick flop around.
Mack: Suit yourself. I'm going to go get off. Night!
Did he just tell her he was going to masturbate?!
She was telling the truth; seeing him run by wasn't what turned her on. But remembering him vividly telling her about his first sex experience as well as picturing him masturbating after running by her house did make her start to get wet. Without realizing it, her hand had wondered underneath her panties. They were the comfy, bikini style, plain ones that her mom picked up for her from Gap. Scalloped around the edges and nude colored. They were about as vanilla as underwear could come. She really wanted some of those lacy ones, but even at 18, she got too nervous to go into a sexy shop like Victoria's Secret and her mom still thought she was her little girl. Her friends insisted that while they were sexy, they were super uncomfortable, so she should be happy with what she owned, but she still felt like they were too junior for her. Muffled moaning into her pillow happened soon. And after her breathing slowed, she drifted off to sleep before her clock reached 10:30pm that evening.
She was glad that her mom didn't wake her up like usual the next morning as she was half naked, only covered partially by her thin, summer sheets. Only slightly embarrassed from last night's thoughts of Mack, Mary made her way to the smells of breakfast. She thought to herself that this could turn out to be a summer to remember.
Excited and sad about her last summer before college, Mary was sure that it had least gotten off to a good start. Most days, she worked at the neighborhood pool as a lifeguard. Nights she either spent at home with her mom, curled up with a good book, or with her two best friends, Jaclyn and Sarah. They were both a little more outgoing that Mary, but all three shared a common interested in academics, arts, and being generally silly with each other. They spent as much time together as they could and this summer would be no different - especially with them all going to different universities.
Sarah had been accepted into a prestige dance school up north. And while Jaclyn was also built like a dancer, she was going to school for visual arts as she excelled in paint. Mary loved being with them. The three of them could talk about anything; from Picasso's cubism to the time Sarah caught a glimpse of Coach Kosan's boner one day during gym class. She couldn't wait to tell them about last night with Mack, although she'd probably leave out some of the later details. It's not like they didn't talk about sex, but she would feel weird telling them that she touched herself. Both of them had told her that they did, but she was more conservative, sexually speaking, and still felt squeamish talking to them about that.
Mary sent them a group text as she walked out of her door on the way to work.
Mary: We hanging tonight? I've got an interesting story about what happened to me last night.
Sarah: Let me guess - you and your mom finally had 'the talk' that she skirted around when you were 12?!?
Jaclyn: OO, I know - you finished your book!
Mary: haha - Funny. 1) You know my mom won't talk about sex, and 2) I said Interesting, not a typical Tuesday.
Mary: You all will have to wait and see. But I'll give you a teaser - I saw a dick.
Jaclyn: Who!? How?! When?! Did you touch it?!
Sarah: um, ditto.
Mary: You'll have to wait and see, got to go, I'm at work.
Sarah: cliffffffhanger
Mary set her phone in the lifeguard lounge and made her way up to the stand, for the first shift of the day feeling pretty good about herself. She didn't typically have exciting news when it came to boys. Sarah and Jaclyn both had been with a few guys, although Sarah was the only one out of the three that had gone all the way. Jaclyn had recently broken out of her shy phase - what she called her awkward phase - and had recently hooked up with a guy from their school. She had described his futile attempt to go down on her after school one day in the back of his, which was funny and terrifying to think about at the same time.
