Kelly the Mystery Girl

I’ve been reading the stories on this site for a while now, and thought it was about time I “gave back” to the community by posting something of my own. Whether that’s a good or a bad thing, I’ll leave to each of you to decide.

This first story is true to the best of my recollection.

I was a late bloomer.

On second thought, perhaps “late” isn’t the best word to describe my blooming. I can remember having sexual thoughts and urges from the time I was nine or ten years old, but I remained painfully shy about the whole subject and so by the time I was fifteen I was still a virgin and had only kissed a girl a couple times.

A couple light kisses and plenty of solo jerking off was the extent of my experience when my friend Mark caught up with me in between classes at school one Friday. He told me that he was going over to his girlfriend Sarah’s house Saturday afternoon, and he invited me to come along because she had a friend they wanted me to meet. Mark told me that Kelly, their friend, was cute and that I’d like her. I hemmed & hawed a bit, not really looking forward to meeting someone and having to find ways to get through the afternoon without seeming too awkward; Mark had done this to me before, and it never worked out well. He pressed me a little bit, and I tried to make a reasonable excuse for why I couldn’t make it.

Unfortunately, he was on to me. “No good,” he said. “You already told me yesterday you had nothing going this weekend. Sarah already got Kelly to agree to come.”

“Man, why do you keep doing this to me?” I asked. “You know I suck at meeting new girls.”

“Exactly. You just need to relax, Tom. You don’t suck as bad as you think.”

“Yeah, right.”

“It’ll be okay. Come on, just say yes.”

Grudgingly, I gave in. “Okay, what time?”

“Great,” Mark said. “Come on over to Sarah’s house around 4:00. And bring your swimsuit…just in case.”

I agreed, and we headed off to our classes. I didn’t see Mark again for the rest of the day, and tried to put the whole ordeal out of my mind & focus on school.

When I got home, I told my dad that Mark had invited me over for Saturday afternoon, and asked to make sure it was okay. I think I was secretly hoping that maybe Dad would tell me I couldn’t go, but no such luck.

Later that night, after I’d taken care of my homework for the weekend, I turned my attention back to dreading Saturday afternoon. I didn’t know anything about this Kelly girl–who she was, where she went to school, what she looked like–just her name. I started to get nervous again, but at the same time, I realized I was going to meet a girl…and that was enough to get me hard. I gathered up a pair of sweats and went into the bathroom to take a shower. (Being a shy kid without a girlfriend, I spent a lot of time “in the shower” in high school; I’m sure my parents must have thought I was some kind of clean freak.)

With the bathroom door closed, I started the water running and stripped out of my clothes. My hard-on stood straight out at its full seven-inch length as soon as I dropped my pants, and once I was naked I wrapped a hand around the shaft and rubbed back & forth a bit, watching myself in the mirror while I waited for the water to warm up. I always enjoyed a good jerk, especially when I was keyed up. My hand moving up and down along the shaft of my cock felt particularly good tonight; as soon as the water was warm enough, I released my cock, opened the door, and stepped into the shower.

I took a break from stroking myself just long enough to take care of the actual business of the shower. I soaped myself up, scrubbed a little shampoo through my curly brown hair, and rinsed off. Then, with the water still running, I soaped up my hands again and went to work on my cock. Between the water, the soap, and how keyed up I was, (thinking about Saturday afternoon and Kelly the Mystery Girl), it didn’t take long before I felt an orgasm building. I kept stroking until the build-up in my balls was too much, then leaned back against the shower wall and let my cum fly. I shot five or six strong jets all over the shower, and then slumped back and let go of my cock.

I rinsed the “evidence” down the drain (no sense in letting my sister find out what I was up to) and then shut off the water, got out of the shower, and dried myself off. I slipped into the sweats, dropped my day clothes in the hamper, and went back to my room to go to bed.

The next morning I woke up early and started in on my Saturday. I ate breakfast, took care of a few chores around the house, and then hopped on my bike to go to the library to do a little research for an English paper I had coming due the next week. I went back home after a couple hours of reading & note-taking, and got there just as my mom & dad were finishing lunch with my sister. I grabbed a sandwich, ate quickly, and then went back to my room to get things ready for going over to Sarah’s house.

When four o’clock got closer, I grabbed my duffel bag with a swimsuit & towel, and headed out the door. Sarah lived about three blocks away from my house, so I decided to walk. In about ten minutes, I was there, and knocked on the door.

I heard footsteps and muffled voices from the other side, and in just a minute, Mark opened the door.

“Tom! You’re here,” he said when he opened the door.

“Yep, it’s me,” I shot back.

“Man, I almost thought you might bail on us. But I’m glad you’re here. Come on in.”

He stepped aside and I went in. Mark closed the door and motioned (okay, pushed was more like it) me down the hall. “The girls are out back. Come on.”

As we went down the hall to the living room and toward the back door, Mark told me that Sarah’s parents were actually out of town for the day and wouldn’t be back until after midnight.