(Author's Note: All rights reserved. All persons having sex are eighteen years old or greater. This is another one-day wonder. Lol.)
The Pact
Eloise
I have always been painfully shy. In my first three years of high school, I not only didn't have any boyfriends, I had no girlfriends, either. Our high school had about a thousand students. It was big enough that there was no outreach for the wallflower types like me. I went to school, studied enough to pass my courses, and read. I was born prematurely, and it seemed I was always behind my classmates. Reading was very difficult for me at first. I was the very last one I my class to learn. Once I learned I became an avid reader. I read almost every book in our large home library. I read a major portion of the books in the school libraries as I went from elementary school to middle school to high school. I had a friend in elementary school, but she moved away after a few years.
My physical appearance didn't help either. If there had been a prize for the most flat-chested girl in the whole high school, I would have won. I was very slender. I thought I had pretty good hips and legs, but my chest was a disaster zone.
In my senior year, things began looking up. In my environmental science class, my lab partner was Joanie. She made me laugh. She was the opposite of me. Roly-poly with big boobs, the guys and other girls didn't seem to like her any better than they liked me. We agreed that if we could average our physical characteristics Joanie Rogers and Eloise Simpson would have been the prettiest, most popular girls in high school. At the same time, a strange thing happened to me; my boobs started to grow. It was amazing; they just kept growing. My mom had good-sized boobs, 34C I think, and so did my grandmothers. My boobs grew beyond that. For a while I was having to buy new bras almost every month. I think it was the week before finals when I actually got a cat call. Then the unthinkable happened.
Tony Brown came up to me when I was talking to Joanie and said, "Hi, you're Eloise, right."
I managed to stammer out, "Yes, that's me!" I had a worried look on my face.
He said, "I'm Tony. Tony Brown. Pleased to meet you." He shook my hand, holding my fingers in his large hands.
I told him, "Everybody in school knows who you are."
He replied, "Maybe. Anyhow you seem to be doing very well in English. I'm not doing so well. Do you think you could help me with MacBeth?"
I replied, "I can try. I never helped anybody before except for Joanie." How stupid could I be, sounding like at total twit.
We met a few times for study dates. I think I helped a little bit in English, well, actually quite a bit, and a little bit in some other courses. He then asked me out for a Saturday night date. I was so scared; I didn't know what to wear; I didn't know how to act; I was a nervous wreck, all through the date until he walked me to my front porch. He gave me the most fantastic kiss ever. Well, it was my first kiss ever by a boy. Then he asked me out for the next Friday night. All I could say was, "Oh, yes, Tony!"
After we held hands in a movie on our second date, he took me parking. Another first. He got to second base, I think. He told me that he wasn't a virgin, and that he didn't want to date a virgin. I understood what he meant and besides I didn't want to be a virgin any longer.
I had just turned eighteen. I told my mother what was going on, and she took me to the doctor to put me on birth control. She told me to be careful, that sex was special and should only be with someone I really liked. She told me I would likely become infatuated with my first lover. Sorry, mom, with Tony, it wasn't infatuation, it was love. I think I was in love before our first visit to a motel on our third date. Sure, it hurt a little when he first penetrated me, but after that it was the greatest night of my life. I learned very quickly that he knew what he was doing and was infinitely more experienced than I was.
I didn't know whether he was big or not. I just knew that he filled me up and it felt fantastic to have him sliding in and out of me. It took a lot of sliding in and out to get me to my first penis-in-vagina orgasm. I enjoyed the kisses, and I enjoyed every thrust of his pelvis. When he finished on thrust, I couldn't wait for the next. When it happened, I couldn't believe how great it felt. I had masturbated to climax, but it was nothing like having Tony's cock in my pussy, and tongue in my mouth.
After my spasms diminished, he rolled me over onto my hands and knees and entered me from behind. I missed his tongue, but the friction coming from his dick in my love canal was even better in this position. This time when I came, he pulled my head around where he could kiss me. Then he released me and started banging away against my butt again. When I orgasmed again, he pushed me into a flat, prone position and really went to town on me. Almost before my body quit shaking from my first flatiron climax, he was pounding me again, and soon I felt his semen exploding inside me as I enjoyed my last orgasm of the night.
He seemed to enjoy our lovemaking almost as much as I did, and we became an item, fucking two or three nights a week. We almost always screwed on Friday and Saturday nights, and when possible, we would work in another assignation. As summer approached, we intensified things to having trysts three or four times a week.
Happily, my parents didn't mind that my first boyfriend was black, even though we were white. I didn't care. I even stole a few kisses from him in school, when there weren't any teachers around. The other students laughed and teased us. I didn't care. I was so happy. I had a boyfriend, and I was in love.
There were only about fifty black students in our whole high school. Actually, Tony's mother was Italian, so he was only half black. Nevertheless, he was the leader of the "five." The five were all black or mixed race and constituted the center five positions of the offensive line on the football team. On defense the guys were the four-man line and Tony was an all-state linebacker. They took turns playing two or three of the front court positions on the basketball team.
We had a fantastic summer after graduation. We would usually go in Jeremy's mom's car. Of course, the five guys filled up all the seats, and I would always sit on Tony's lap. The other guys were always kidding around with me, and there was an occasional inappropriate touching, but Tony was there and so nothing went too far. I wouldn't say I was the life of the party, but I was coming out of my shell and enjoying the light-hearted banter and the frequent flirting. Jason even had a date or two with Joanie, but nothing came of it. I think she wouldn't put out for him.
Unfortunately, the summer came to an end. Tony got a full-ride football scholarship to State U. while the other four, Joanie, and I all went to the local community college. Still, Tony and I got together most weekends, and we often reunited with the four other members of the "five."
I remember Tony getting a little maudlin one night when the six of us were drinking beer and started talking about his best five friends in the whole world. I wasn't bothered as Tony was still my one and only lover, and we continued to have fantastic sex every opportunity we got. Fortunately, both sets of parents had accepted the fact that we were lovers, and we rotated our sleeping arrangements between our parents' homes. That kept us from the risk of parking, and the cost of motel stays.
In between our first-year semesters, Tony proposed, and I ecstatically accepted. My life had undergone a total turn-around from my first eighteen years to the last six months of high school and the first year of college, highlighted by my upcoming marriage to the man that I loved with all my heart and all my body. We planned a June wedding. It took on a special urgency because I apparently had screwed up on my birth control pills and gotten myself knocked up. Neither Tony nor I had any doubts about the father, and he was eager to enjoy the pleasures of fatherhood, even though neither of us was twenty yet.
The Tuesday before our Saturday wedding, Jeremy called and asked me if I'd like to go drink some beer with Tony's four best male friends. I didn't really think about it and accepted immediately. I knew we had kidded around a lot and flirted some, but nothing ever came of it. I considered the four to be my friends, too; although our bond wasn't the same as the bond between the "five."
We went to the old quarry. We had been there many times before; however, this was the first time without Tony. We built a fire and got down to some serious beer drinking. As usual the guys were kidding around, occasionally giving me a light buss, flirting, and occasionally, going a little over the line by caressing a boob or fondling my butt. It was just good fun until the guys started talking about skinny dipping. I told them I had no problem with their going skinny dipping, but that I was keeping my panties on.
Jeremy asked, "So you're going in with us, just keeping your panties on."
I quickly clarified, "I'm not going in the pond, and I'm not taking any of my clothes off."
Charlie said, "Aw-w, Ellie, don't be a party pooper!"
I explained, "I don't think your good friend, who happens to be my fiancé, would appreciate me cavorting around with you guys, nude or semi-nude."
Jason opined, "Tony won't care. He likes his friends to have fun."
