Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. OK everyone, here's what up. * This story involves some sexual tension between two teenagers, violence, blatantly implied homosexuality (Mm), and some other weird shit confronted by two kids. If you don't like that, stop reading. * This is not a stroke story. If you don't like that, stop reading. * This story concentrates on the feelings of the main character. If you don't like that, stop reading. * All description in this story are completely made up, none of it is real. If you want a confession, stop reading. * I like stories where the right people end up together at the end. If you want heartache and pain, stop reading. If you are still here, I hope you enjoy. But remember all rights are reserved for the author who claims exclusive use. Permission to repost or print for profit is not granted. Please contact the author with any questions. Always With Me Chapter 6: Opportunity Gained, Opportunity Lost By Secret DC Guy (mMb, nc, mf making out, mf dream) * * * I spent the next week trying to figure out why Jenny had gotten so angry when I told her about April. Every night at the window, she would ask questions about her, but would inevitably get upset when I told her anything. If there was any chance that Jenny liked me, I would think she was jealous. However, just a few days before she had had the opportunity to kiss me and didn't take it. So, I had absolutely no idea what was going on. An awkward week passed by, though. And the next Saturday we celebrated our sixteenth birthdays together. I knew not to mention April, and Jenny didn't bring her up. So the day at an amusement park went well. Even though they scared Jenny, she insisted upon going on every roller coaster multiple times, holding my arm and pulling tight against me any time she could. The day was perfect-so perfect that when I pulled a birthday card from April out of the mail it seemed anticlimactic. Over the next week, things seemed to get back to normal. Jenny wanted to be together at almost every moment. It made sense, because the next Saturday I left to work at the local Boy Scout camp for two months. From late June to mid-August, I would be living in a tent in the woods, teaching younger scouts how to do this and that, and not getting too many showers. For some people, like Jenny, it sounded like complete idiocy. For me the only drawback was not being able to talk to Jenny every night. It was hard work at the camp, but I found it quite rewarding. I worked at the swimming hole, not as a life guard as I was too young, but as one of the equipment managers. The other guy, Jake, and I became pretty good friends. Not friends in the sense of hanging out after the summer were over, as we lived in completely different parts of the area. Instead, we shared a tent and during off time preferred each other's company to that of other scouts. Eventually, even the camp director realized that we worked well together so they began to assign us shared responsibilities. My parents had always told me how important it was to have a good friend, but I never realized it until halfway through that summer. One night, Jake and I were sitting in the camp office shooting the shit during what was usually the most boring job of the week, overnight safety duty. After 'lights out' it was the individual troop's job to respond to any emergencies that could wait until morning. Things that could not wait were usually something like a bee sting, which meant calling the medical officer and getting back to what you were doing, usually sleeping. However, if a non-medical emergency came up, our job was to call the camp director's cabin, and then respond immediately. One Tuesday night, Jake and I were sitting in the office talking about sports, camping, and of course girls. Jake had a girlfriend at home who wrote to him every day. I on the other hand had two people writing to me. At least once a week I would get a letter from April. They were always forward, describing what she was going to do to me the next time we saw each other. She would always include at least one picture of herself. I appreciated that most of them were at the swimming pool or the beach, as she looked great in a bikini. Once I even got a Polaroid of her without a shirt on. I would respond to April the first chance I got. Jenny on the other hand wrote to me every day, having said that if we couldn't talk every night we could at least write. At first the letters seemed obnoxious, making sarcastic comments about April, but then they settled down to telling me about her life just as if we were at the window at night. She talked about our parents, especially how much my father was in the news. It seemed that even with the rumors about their wives, both of our fathers had become the most important men in town. Jenny also talked about her friends and more than anything, cheerleader camp, which would coincide with my first week home from the Scout Camp. As we sat talking and Jake was about to make a point, we heard a knock at the door. When we opened it there was a scout slightly younger than us panting at the door. After talking hysterically for a minute he said that one of the youngest scouts was missing and that the senior patrol leader and the scoutmaster had gone into the woods looking for him. Immediately, Jake picked up the phone and called the camp directors cabin. When he got off, he told the young scout to stay there. He didn't have to tell me what we were supposed to do, so I grabbed flashlights and walkie-talkies, and headed for the campsite. When we got there, a scout about my age was trying to keep the others calm. There was no adult around, as unlike every other troop this one did not have two scout masters present. The senior patrol leader was just about to turn eighteen and was going to college at the end of the summer, so the camp let him serve as the second adult. Jake and I had both thought that it was strange. Scout camp was mostly for the younger scouts to earn merit badges and learn skills. By the time that a scout was around fifteen, he should have learned all the basic skills. From that point on, scouts would usually go to the high adventure bases or national jamborees. By sixteen, every self-respecting boy, a scout or not, had a summer job. It was just weird that this guy had been to camp every year for the past nine years. As Jake and I surveyed the scene of just over a dozen scared preteen and slightly older boys, I began to get angry. One of the hard and fast camp rules was that an adult needed to be present at the campsite after dark. The only exception was for a few hours on the Thursday night when the scoutmaster would have a 'pow-wow', which was really an excuse to have one beer each. In addition, there were not supposed to be any searches at night without coordination by the camp director. The only exception was that councilors could search in pairs if there was an emergency, which this definitely was. At first, Jake and I were prepared to wait for the rest of the camp staff to arrive, but suddenly we heard a scream from the woods. From the way I was standing I could hear that it was coming from near a 100 foot cliff. One of the youngest scouts started crying that it was the missing scout. Though there was now a good chance that the scoutmaster and senior patrol leader would find him. Jake and I both had a feeling that we should go. After telling all the other scouts to stay around the camp fire and giving some encouragement to the one in charge, we set off into the woods. The cliff area was out of bounds, so there was no good trail through the woods. After about ten minutes we came to a thicket full of wild blueberries. This was a problem. Not only did the bushes make the thicket that hard to cross, mice and squirrels would be eating the berries. While they were not a problem, they did attract one-rattle snakes. In general, it was not a safe place to be at night, but if a rattler could see you coming, it would usually try to get away. However, in the confusion of a thicket it was easier to step on one and get a bite that could be fatal. Though we knew it might be a bad idea, Jake and I made a decision to split up, I would go one way around the blueberry thicket, he would go the other. After about a minute, I could not see Jake's flashlight on the other side. I got to the cliff area before Jake did and saw something I could not believe. I saw the scoutmaster standing with his eyes closed grunting with the senior patrol leader behind him grunting as well. Both of them had taken off their pants. For a moment, I was confused but quickly realized what was happening. The scout was fucking his scoutmaster. Stunned, I decided that I should discreetly let them know I was there so they would stop and help us find the scout. Before I could react, though, I heard the scoutmaster say, "yeah, that's right, suck it," followed a high pitched whine. After I moved a bit for a better view, I saw something that angered and scared me at the same time. In front of the scoutmaster, the missing young scout was on his knees giving the man a blowjob. Furious but nervous, I knew I had to do something. There was one of me but two grown men. If they decided to attack me, I was in trouble. But in the back of my mind was what Julia had done to me and what Mike had done to Jenny. I had to stop what was happening before the young scout ended up with the same problems. Gathering my courage, I stepped into the clear and yelled, "Stop, you perverts!" Suddenly, everything turned hazy and the night began to spin. I dropped to my knees just in time to see the older scout stop and start running towards me. I don't know how long I was out, but when I awoke I was face down on the ground. I could feel my pants around my knees and rocks cutting into my stomach and dick. Something heavy was on top of top of me holding me down. Turning my head to the side, I saw the young scout in the same position. He was crying. Turning it a bit more, I saw the older scout on top of him. Now both of their pants were pulled off. The older boy was sneering saying, "You're gonna take this like a man." I realized that it was the scoutmaster on top of me, and I knew what was coming. Whereas Julia had ostensibly given me a choice in pleasing her, this man was going to do whatever he wanted to me. There was nothing I could do. When I heard his voice whisper in my ear, "you're gonna do the same, you little prick!" I clenched my ass as hard as I could, hoping to put off the rape a little longer. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang. If I hadn't been in the scouts I might not have known what it was, but because of my experience I knew it was a shotgun. The scoutmaster and older scout both got up and stepped back. Immediately, the young scout got up and ran towards the sound of the gun. I noticed his pants were still on the ground. I, on the other hand, closed my eyes and rolled to my back. After a few seconds I arched my back and pulled on my pants. When I finally got to my feet I was looking at the scoutmaster and older scout looking scared. At first I thought it was because they were standing at the precipice of the cliff, but I noticed that they did not look behind them. Instead, they stared past me. Turning, I saw Jake standing with the younger scout pressed up against him crying. Next to them were the camp director, who held the shotgun, and one of the other adult counselors, Old Yackly. I was surprised to see the latter, as he seemed to be so old and decrepit that I was surprised he could even get through the woods. When we saw him it was usually at the animal center teaching about the small animals he had captured. Yackly held something in his hands, but I couldn't really tell what it was. Maybe it was wiggling rope. The scout director told me to bring over the younger scout's pants. After I did, he and Jake were sent to the medical cabin with strict orders not to tell anyone what had happened until the camp director got there. Moreover, they were told to take a route that didn't go through the campsite. I on the other hand was told to stay. After Jake and the young scout were gone, that camp director said, "Now boys, we seem to have a problem here. I thought there was something fishy about you two. Now we know what it is. I guess I really should call the police-send you to jail. But really, why would I want to do that to a young scout. What's the rest of the troop going to think? Probably that he's a fag like you. He'd never live that down. Got any ideas boys?" The scoutmaster and older scout must have thought it was a rhetorical question because at first they didn't say anything. However, when they realized they had been cued to speak, the older scout said, "We could just forget about it. I'm sure he won't say anything." As Old Yackly let out a low snicker, the camp director shook his head and replied, "No... No... No. You miss my point. We can't let you get away with this. You'll just start raping some other boy when you get back home. And the scandal! There's always the scandal too. What will your families think? What will people say about them? We need a better solution." "What about an accident?" shrugged Old Yackly. Though he acted as if he were making a suggestion off the top of his head it seemed rehearsed. "That's a great idea, Yack! Hear that boys? We're going to have a little accident." Then lifting the shotgun to his shoulder he said, "Now jump." I felt as if I were watching the scene from outside of my body. A man who I respected and who appeared to be a trusted pillar of the community was holding a shotgun trying to make two other people jump off a cliff. Mind you, they were pedophiles who deserved to be pushed-in fact, I had a mind to do it myself since they had just tried to rape me-but it still blew my mind that any of this was even happening. Looking back at the scoutmaster and older scout, I could see fear. However, the scoutmaster's face quickly became a sneer. It was obvious he was not going to jump. "What are you going to do if we don't? Shoot us?" he defiantly chuckled. "Now boys, we can't do that," the camp director laughed. "But I was just trying to make it easy. You know, everyone would think that you had an accident trying to rescue a young scout lost in the dangerous woods at night. People might even give you a medal, posthumously of course. So I guess we are going to have to do this a different way. Yack, what would be the most dangerous thing one could stumble upon in these woods at night?" Old Yackly laughed and said "Snakes!" Quickly his arms sprung forward, what I had thought were ropes flew forward towards the scoutmaster and older scout. Now I recognized them. I couldn't tell what kind, but they were definitely snakes. They landed at the feet of the two standing in front of the cliff and began to strike. Obviously, they hadn't liked being held then thrown. There was no longer a need to tell the two rapists to jump. Trying to avoid the snake strikes, they both slipped and fell backwards. We heard screams that seemed to last forever, then nothing. Somehow I thought that eventually I would hear a thump, but none came. The camp director must have noticed that I was puzzled because he told me that the cliff was over 100 feet high, too far up to actually hear the thump. The camp director fired the shotgun three times towards the ground by the edge of the cliff. That was a sign that assistance was needed, but I could also tell he was trying to clear away the snakes. Old Yackly shined a flashlight over towards where they had been. I thought I saw a tail slither away. Only then we walked forward. At the precipice the only thing one could see was the marks of two people slipping to their death. For a minute we were all silent, and then Old Yackly looked at me and said, "There is a lesson here." I asked what it was expecting a profound lecture about taking care of problems in private or what happened to evil people. However, instead he said, "Now son, those were copperheads. They're venomous-not poisonous mind you, I hope you remember the difference-but they're not very venomous. If you're bitten, the antivenom is often more dangerous than the venom itself. If they had stayed put they would have been bitten, but it might have been a dry bite-no problems. Even if they had been envenomated it probably wouldn't have been too bad. Instead, they panicked. Now they're dead. The worst thing to do when confronted by any type of snake is panic son. Never panic." I was stunned it seemed both men were very nonchalant about the situation. However, as other scout leaders began to arrive, they quietly told me not to say anything. As soon as the situation was established for someone else to handle, the camp director and Old Yackly put their arms around my shoulders and led me away. In a few minutes we were at the medical cabin. After a few minutes the story was established. The younger scout agreed to tell everyone he had wandered off while looking for fireflies. The scoutmaster and the older scout had gone looking for him, but it was Jake and I who saw him first. We stayed in place until the camp director and Old Yackly found us. The three of us then started to look for the scoutmaster and older scout. Unfortunately, we came across them just as they had disturbed something by the cliff-maybe a snake. Though Yackly tried to get them to be calm and stand still, they panicked and fell. It was a tragedy, but life happens. By the middle of the next day, the bodies had been recovered and the police had satisfied their investigation. The young scout's father had arrived to get him-and was told the real story but sworn to secrecy by his son-but the scout refused to leave. Eventually, the father agreed to be the replacement scoutmaster for the rest of the week. The scoutmaster and older scout must have been more terrible I would have thought because none of the scouts wanted to leave. Many even seemed relieved. Finally, that night we had a campfire and talked about the situation. A few older scouts sang taps as another played it on the bugle; we received a lecture about safety; and finally a local minister led a prayer. It would have been beautiful if I had not known the circumstances. Finally, after almost 24 hours of excitement and almost two days without sleep, I was sitting on my bunk with pen and paper in hand. Jake was passed out on the bed across from me, but I was too strung out. I needed to tell someone about what had happened-someone who cared but I trusted not to tell. I was confused about who it would be though, so I had managed to write the entire body of the letter, but hadn't addressed it to anyone. I was sure my father and mother would care, but that was their job. They had to care because they were my parents. What I wanted was to write to someone who made a choice to care about me. Then I thought of April. She had made the decision to be my girlfriend. Though her grandfather essentially set us up, she was still the one who made the choice. And she chose me. I smiled as I put the pen to the paper again ready to write my girlfriend's name on the greeting. My hand had different thought though. When I looked down, the letter started "Dear Jenny." * * * On Saturday, I was only partially surprised to see Jenny arrive with my parents. I figured that by then she would have gotten my letter. Obviously she had and must have been worried about me. After introducing her to Jake and getting permission from the camp director to take her out into the camp, I led her down the hill towards the river that made up one border of the camp. "Are you OK?" Jenny asked quietly. Though from years of knowing her I could tell she genuinely cared, to anyone else it would have sounded like rote questions for a victim. Whenever we talked about our introductions to sexuality, she got that way. "Yeah, it's just a lot to deal with," I replied. "I mean, I almost got raped and then saw two guys die. It's a lot to deal with." Jenny didn't say anything, and as we continued to walk carefully along the waterline I was silent too. There was no need to talk about what I was feeling-we had both been there before. I don't know if it was the trickle of the water or the gentle sound of the breeze, but something made the situation feel perfect. Then under the branches of a low hanging sugar maple tree, the smell of running sap sweet in the air, we stopped and stared at each other. Jenny did not ask, but simply put her arms around the back of my neck, leaned her head up to kiss me. I could tell that this would not be a kiss like the one before our birthdays; this would be a real kiss, the kind I hoped to get from Jenny for so long. The kiss never came through-not because Jenny pulled back. This time it was because I did. As Jenny got closer, I could only think about April. I had never had a girlfriend before, so I didn't know all the etiquette. However, I did know enough that cheating was wrong. As much as I wanted to kiss Jenny, I couldn't while I was dating April. I wasn't sure April was the person I should really be with, but at the moment she was the one. The look on Jenny's face was surprised and hurt, but soon turned to anger. "It's that bitch!" she snarled. I tried to explain myself, but Jenny didn't seem to want an explanation. Finally, I asked her what she would do in my position. Her only response was, "Maybe we need to find out." With that the conversation was over, and we walked back to the camp headquarters." My parents were waiting when we got there. I could sense that my father knew something was wrong. However, he also knew enough not to ask. As we were saying goodbye, I reminded Jenny that I only had three more weeks before camp was over and asked if we could hang out when I got back. With a condescending grin, she tilted her head and reminded me that she had cheerleading camp that week, but maybe after that. She never said goodbye as she got into the car and my father drove off. * * * The next two weeks were hell. Jake and I had both been affected deeply by that night, and rarely spoke at all. Deep down, we both knew that speaking meant we would have to talk about that night. Neither of us wished to do that. I still wrote to Jenny every day and April every few, but the letters from April came no more frequently and none came from Jenny. Finally, after two more weeks of camp and one week of cleanup, I was driving home with my father. I had left quietly, kind of sulking away. Jake and I hadn't even exchanged phone numbers. It was already the second week of August meaning that in two weeks I would be back in school, and first week was when Jenny was at cheerleading camp in northern New Jersey. I didn't know that college's name, but I knew it was famous for its summer sports camps. However, after talking with Mr. Jenkins I understood that Jenny had calmed down and actually felt bad that she hadn't written back. So I figured if I just got through the week, we would have at least one week of summer left to share. However, when Jenny got back from cheerleading camp, I was devastated. She didn't come over to see me that day, so I thought something might be wrong. My fear was confirmed that night at the window when Jenny announced she was dating a guy, a soccer player from the local prep school. They had met at a party celebrating the end of their respective camps and decided they wanted to see each other again. She gushed over him for an hour before she even asked how scout camp ended. I was shocked and could only make vague generalizations before we both went to bed. That night I closed my blinds. The next week was the worst of the summer. During the morning Jenny and I would walk around the neighborhood and talk, but in the evenings the guy-she never told me his namewould come by and pick her up. She would come home late and we would talk at the window, but it seemed impersonal. Things got slightly better when the school year started as we could hang out in school, but otherwise Jenny seemed to have little time for me. Instead, she was out with the guy. Both my parents and her parents could see how I felt, but they seemed to have remarkably little sympathy. September became October, which became November. Finally, I thought that something had to give. One Tuesday night, I had resolved to tell Jenny how badly I was hurting. However, I lost my nerve when Jenny brought the guy home, and up to her room. I was shocked that the Jenkins would allow it, but I figured that he had been to the house before and they probably started to trust the guy. Jenny had put a Bon Jovi tape on the stereo, and was sitting on her bed. The guy was leaned back in a chair talking about something. After a while he walked across the room and sat on the bed next to Jenny. At first I thought they were going to start making out, but then I saw Jenny move away. The guy moved closer and turned to face her, and she tried to move again, but she was almost against the wall and had nowhere to go. The guy went to kiss her, and Jenny pushed him away, but he would not be deterred. Instead, he pushed her against the wall and pulled her legs back towards him. Jenny was wearing sweat pants, which gave up little resistance when he pulled them down. I knew Jenny was in trouble, but didn't know want to do. All I could think to do was run over, but I knew that would take too long. However, I got a break when, as the guy was pulling her panties off Jenny had the reaction she used to have when she was scared or nervous. I could see a stream of piss shoot all over the guy. As he slapped Jenny across the face, I seized the opportunity to pick up the phone and hit speed dial. When Jenny's father answered the phone, I blurted out that Jenny was in trouble. He must have sensed the desperation and fear in my voice because I heard the phone fall to the ground then silence. I watched through the windows as Jenny's bedroom door burst open. The guy had Jenny's panties off by that point and was about to get between her legs, when Mr. Jenkins shot across the room and tackled him. Mrs. Jenkins protectively covered Jenny. The guy stood up to confront Jenny's father, but it turned out to be one of those three hit fights. The guy hit Mr. Jenkins; Mr. Jenkins hit the guy; then the guy hit the floor. Jenny was safe. A few hours later after the ambulance and police had left, I was sitting on the front porch thinking about what had happened that night. I didn't know where she came from, but all of a sudden, Jenny was sitting next to me with her head on my shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered. I just put my arm around her and pulled her close. I wanted to kiss her, but I was sure she wasn't ready for that, so I just held her. I don't know what possessed me to say it, but after a few minutes, while I was staring off to the mountain in the background, I said to Jenny, "Maybe you need to hold out for the right guy." I knew I had said the wrong thing, when I felt her hand across my face. "Maybe the right ones don't like me that way," she sneered as she walked back to her house. I had screwed up again. * * * Things were icy for a few days with Jenny, but then she began to open up to me again. It should have become even more important to me than usual when I got a letter from April just after Thanksgiving. Her letters had slowed to about one every two weeks. Then the first Friday of December I got a letter from her, but it was postmarked from New Jersey. As I read it I should have been devastated. The first lines clearly stated that she had met someone else. She appreciated our time together but that he made her very happy and that I should not write back. The odd part was that a letter in front of the 'h' in 'he' was crossed out and a lowercase 'h' had been capitalized after the fact. I didn't think about it too much though, as I really didn't feel all that hurt. When I told Jenny about the letter, I had hoped that she might be interested in me again. I thought about trying to kiss her every time I saw her, but the moment never seemed right. And she didn't try to kiss me. However, I was confident an opportunity would come up. In a few weeks, one did. I was a party put on by the quarterback of the football team, Jim Parker. I wasn't invited, but Jenny brought me along as her 'just friends date'. The party was more interesting than I thought it would be, and remarkably there was no alcohol. His parents were not home though, so it was my first parentless party. Interestingly, there were also relatively few people from our class there. It was mostly guys and girls from other schools; many seemed as if they didn't know each other. It was also kind of like the birthday party Jenny and I had when we were ten with girls talking to girls and boys talking to boys. Towards the end of the party, Jim confronted me as I left the bathroom. After pulling me into his bedroom, he started grilling me about my feelings for Jenny. Suddenly, I realized I might have competition for her-from one of the popular kids none the less. At first I tried to play it cool, but after his pushing, I finally broke down and confessed that over the summer, I realized that I was in love with her. When he asked why in that case I kept dating April, my only response was "inertia" and that I didn't have feelings for her any more. What happened next was really strange. Jim got a big smile on his face, and seemed to almost bounce up and down with glee. He gave me a big hug, and then suggested we get back to the party. As we left the room, Jenny was there. Jim nodded to her and she pulled me into a side room and closed the door. She didn't say anything. Instead, she stood in front of me like she had down by the river and put her arms around my neck. She did not feel heavy hanging off of me; rather her arms felt featherlike almost dancing on my skin. She closed her eyes, stood on her tip toes, and kissed me on the lips. I kissed back and our mouths opened. Her lips tasted like cherry Chap Stick, and her mouth tasted like Doritos, but it was in no way unpleasant. In a moment, our tongues were intertwined, playfully wrestling between our mouths. The kiss seemed to last for seconds and hours before Jenny pulled away. "That was my first real kiss." I was confused because she had dated the soccer player from the prep school. She must have seen my confusion because she continued, "No, I never kissed him. I was saving it for you." For some reason it made sense. Though I had almost had sex with April, I had never kissed her. Something in me told me that Jenny was always the one I was meant to have my firsts with. "It was my first kiss too," I said back to her smiling. I leaned in to kiss her again, but she held two fingers up to my mouth and told me "Not tonight." As she led me out of the room, two girls went in saying that they needed to talk about something. Jenny continued to lead me right out the door, barely stopping to grab our coats along the way. When we got to Jenny's car, she handed her keys to me and told me to drive. I had driven her car before so it wasn't a big deal, but when we pulled off the curb, I felt Jenny's head on my shoulder. That night after talking, I was sure I had an amazing girlfriend. * * * In the middle of the night, I woke up to someone coming into my room. It was Jenny wearing her cheerleader uniform. I was stunned. My parents locked the doors every night, so I had no idea how she got in to the house. I wanted to say something, but she put a finger over her lips to shush me, pointing to my parent's room. Quietly in the moonlight she started to dance like she had for me when I got her that first set of pompoms. She smiled as piece by piece her clothing fell to my floor. Soon she was naked. I could see how much her breasts had grown, and I could see the growing hair down below. She didn't have a bush, but it was filling out. Then she came to me. She pushed me down and lay on top of me kissing me deeply and passionately. "Tonight, please!" she whispered as she ran her fingers over my bare chest. I hadn't even realized that I was naked. As we kissed, I got more and more excited. Something made me scared though. In my nightmares about Julia, I had never kissed her, but something told me that this could not be real. I pushed my head back into my pillow to see if it really was Jenny. To my surprise it was. She was smiling, saying, "Yes, it's really not her." Suddenly though, I felt a now familiar feeling down below. I was close to cumming, but wasn't ready. Jenny must have sensed it because she sat up and ran a finger over my chest. She was saying, "Just go head. Don't worry, there'll be plenty of more times." First, I felt the glorious relief that came with ejaculation. However, instead of the glow afterward, I felt a warm wet feeling down below. Suddenly, I was awake. Jenny was not there and I was fully dressed. My pajamas did have a huge wet spot though. On one hand I was happy, as I had never had a wet dream before. Anytime I got close to something erotic, Julia would appear. However, this time Jenny had taken me through everything. On the other hand, I was disappointed that Jenny wasn't actually there. Still having a glimmer of hope that something had really happened, I sprung to the window and looked into her room. I could see her asleep, drooling as usual. I changed pajamas and got back in bed. Though I was still disappointed, I knew Jenny as my girlfriend and eventually it would be real. * * * The next day, Jenny and her parents left for the Washington, DC area, Amos Jones traveling with them. They were going to their respective relatives houses for Christmas and New Year's, so I wouldn't see Jenny over vacation. Luckily though, break was only one week and a half this year so I would see her soon enough. Jenny and I talked only briefly the night before classes started. So I didn't really know how her vacation had been, but I knew I could ask her at school that day. I might even be able to hold her hand between classes. I was proud that she was my girlfriend. As I got to my locker I saw two of the cheerleaders a few lockers down. They were talking about something but pleasantly waved to me as I passed. Something told me that I should listen in to their conversation. I smiled when one of them asked the other, "Did you hear who JJ Jenkins is dating." It was weird that they said it right in front of without asking if it was true, but I didn't really care. However, the next second left me devastated when the other responded, "Jim Parker, right?" -- end chapter - I always appreciate feedback. If you really like, really hate, or can see some improvements to my stories, send feedback to secretdcguy@hotmail.com Read more of my work at http://www.asstr.org/~Secret_DC_Guy/.