"Why is it dangerous for a boy to zip up his pants too fast?"

by Lost My Way

I'm quite a smart girl, as you can see. But I'm lazy, too. I never really studied hard. Yet I could still get good grades, but I was never as good as he was. You know, my class wasn't the so-called "talented" class, but many talented students who failed the test to enter that class found their way to enter my class. That's why I could not reach the top five of our class. You must think a girl like me would be out-going. If so, you're wrong. I wasn't like them. I was shy, quiet, and I rarely participated in any cliques. I usually wrote short stories during break time. I didn't know if it was me that didn't join them, or if it was the other students not wanting to get close to me. I was quite lonely in my class and others rarely thought about me, except for him.

Look, this guy with an innocent smiley face, was the only one that talked to me. Although he was always one of the best in the class, he was still meek and easy-going. He was nice to everyone, especially me. And the best thing about him was that he was honest and never liked to show off. I remembered that he always walked with me to where my father picked me up. He always talked to me until he saw my father's car arrived. He was probably the only one who I could feel free to talk to. I don't know. I guess that not even my father could give me the confidence and happiness he gave me. He was so perfect. I think I really liked him. Or maybe you could say that I had a little "crush" on him, maybe some illicit fantasies. But I had never told him this. I thought he was too good to be true, and maybe simply wanted to be friends.

That day, our school had an unnecessary exam. It was quite boring but I still did a little preparation for it the week before. Anyway, that afternoon after all the tests were over, the school gave the afternoon off so students could unwind a bit. Everyone was going shopping or watching movies at the cinema. I wanted to have fun too. But I couldn't think of anyone I could go with. They wouldn't be willing to let me join them. That's why I had to walk to the place my father would pick me up. Luckily he was still walking with me. We had a little conversation on our way there. You know he was humorous but told no dirty jokes, unlike other "funny" boys. He was quite unique and could cheer me up all the time. I forgot my frustration while with him.

"Crazy, isn't it?" he chuckled and asked. I smiled and then laughed. Suddenly I heard a weird but familiar music. My not so often-used cell phone rang. I stopped walking, and reached into my bag to get it out.

"Excuse me. Just wait a sec," I said as I got the phone out. "That's possibly my dad." He nodded and turned back to wait for me. I pressed the green button. It was my father.

"Hey Dad," I said. "Any important reason why you called me?"

"Yeah! I'm terribly sorry, but I won't be able to pick you up. I have an important meeting with the supervisors and the clients. There will be an afternoon tea meeting and I'm forced to take part in it. I'm sorry but I won't be able to come until four. Oh! By the way, you can have fun with your friends, can't you? Okay. I have to go now. I'll meet you at the "R.P. (which stands for `Rally Point')". Have fun!"

"But....." I tried to say something, but my father hung up. I sighed and put the phone back in my bag.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "What's making you down?"

"My dad isn't going to come `til four. How can I kill four hours here?"

He thought for a few seconds. Then he patted my shoulder and said, "How about taking a look at my house? It's not far from here. My mom always looks forward to guests you know!"

"Really?" I was quite surprised at what he said. I asked him again to make sure. "I can spend the afternoon in your house?"

"That's what I said," he announced. "My mother is always happy to have company around. Not to mention a good friend like you!"

"Really? It's so nice of you!"

"So why not go now?" he said. "I'll lead the way. We can watch a few DVDs! It'll be fun!"

I nodded and went with him. I was so pumped. I never expected this opportunity to get to know him more. After a five minute walk, we stopped in front of a nice apartment building.

"Do you live here?" I asked.

"Yep, on the third floor."

But before we entered, we had to pass a man who's both the security guard and the janitor, and that man stopped us.

"Hey!" he shouted at us. "Young man! Your mother left you a message. She's gonna join her elementary school reunion! She won't be around for a few hours. She said you'll have to eat instant noodles if she's late.

"All right." I frowned. Yet in fact I was quite relieved. I couldn't believe it! I thought it would be awkward to visit if his mom was there. His mom wasn't home! We walked through the gate, through the garden and into the elevator. He pressed the button and looked at me.

"I'm sorry that you won't be greeted so well since my mother isn't home!" he said to me.

"That's okay!" I replied. "I'm not going to stay overnight, right? There's nothing to worry about!"

He shrugged. Then the elevator door opened. We walked out. There were two apartments next to the elevator.

"Better not expect a very nice place," he said as he took out his key. He slowly got the door opened. Then we took off our shoes and walked in. The apartment was a lot better than I thought. It was very well cleaned and looked quite cozy.

"What were you talking about?! It's a fabulous place," I said as he closed the door.

"Find yourself a place to sit," he said to me. "I'll get you a drink!"

I sat down on the couch and he went into the kitchen. He got out two cans of soda. He gave one to me. Then we both opened them and started to drink. He asked me if I wanted to watch a movie or two. I didn't really want to, so I answered him honestly. He said it was okay, and showed me into his room. It was as clean as the living room.

"Feel free and just sit on the bed. I'll turn on the air-con."

"Fine!" I said. "Anything fun here?"

"I'm afraid not! Well, I have a few books and albums. Wanna have a look?"

"Sure! I'm curious about your reading hobbies." I said. Then he took out a few interesting mystery stories and photo albums of photos taken since he was born. We really talked and had a lot of laughs. He told me a lot of secrets that he had never told to anyone else. I also shared with him a few secrets in return. After all the laughter and conversation, he suddenly closed the books and stopped laughing and talking. He started staring at me.

"Is there anything wrong?" I asked. It was a little crazy that he suddenly stopped. We were both sitting on the bed. He stared at me and smiled.

"I think ...I...um...I'm in love!" he said. I grinned and thought it was a prank until I saw the genuine emotion in his watery eyes. We stared speechlessly at each other and I could hear nothing but our breath. I never knew that he was so "beautiful". The feeling I had while we stared at each other was new and amazing. It was like everything in my eyes was only him. It was the moment that we had a true connection.

I smiled and said, "I've had a big, big crush on you."

"You actually stole my line," he looked gently at me and said. That was when I really got excited.

Then we simply kept staring at each other for a few minutes. And I in fact started the whole thing. I gave him a quick kiss on his lips to see how he would respond. I chuckled. Then he simply froze for a brief moment and he decided not to be passive. He reached his hand to my face and touched me tenderly. So smoothly, so softly, his thumb moved back and forth from my cheek, ears and over my hair. He then moved his face towards me. He stopped staring and closed his passionate eyes. I could feel the warmth and the humidity of his breath and body heat, his touch and his soul. It was so real! I felt myself breathing under his skin and he was breathing under mine. We were so close together! There were no words. There was no need for words. It was between our minds! What I felt was a lot more than I can describe. Well, people say that time runs fast when you enjoy yourself. But for me, time seemed to stop, until something interrupted us, the phone!

"The phone!" he stopped to say. I opened my eyes.

"What?"

"The phone is ringing," he said to me. "Might be my mom. Maybe it's important. Just wait a sec."

He got up and went out for the call. I smiled and lay back on his bed while he was answering the phone call.

"Wow!" I marveled and waited. "That was way too cool!"

Then I waited and waited. After a few minutes, I heard him stop talking and hang up the phone, but he didn't come back in. I became impatient because I craved his touch and his kiss and more. I got up and walked out of his room to find him.

"Where are you?" I called loudly, probably a bit suggestively as I can recall. Yet he didn't answer me. That's why I decided to check around to find out where he was. I thought he was possibly in the bathroom, so I went to the bathroom and found the door was open. I was right. He was indeed in there taking a whiz. He turned around and saw me looking at him.

"How are you?" I smiled and asked.

"God!" he yelled. I guess I quite startled him. He panicked and hastily pulled his zipper up hard.

"Ahhhhhhhgrrh......!" He went kind of crazy and screamed. He sounded like he was in pain. Why?

"I didn't mean to startle you! I'm really sorry. But, what happened?" I asked. But before he answered, I looked down and realized why he went mad. Well ....... his foreskin was stuck in his zipper. It certainly looked painful. Now he couldn't even scream. I didn't know what to do.

"Should I help?" I asked. "Or will you help yourself out?"

"P....please...." he nodded and whispered.

"Okay, now, I guess it might hurt a bit." I said. "I'll pull the zipper down. Just hold it right there."

I couldn't imagine being willing to do the task. But what could I do except for that? Call an ambulance?

"Yes, you're doing well. Now... one, two, three." I counted. And he nodded.

"Ah!" he yelled, because I had just pulled without any hesitation. He rubbed his dick and the twisted look on his face finally faded. He panted and looked at me as he pulled up the zipper without pain this time.

"Thank you for doing this for me," he said with relief on his face. "I really appreciate it."

I grinned and then we both laughed.

"That one almost got you bloodily circumcised!"

"Yeah! You saved me!"

Then we walked side by side out of the bathroom. You know, laughing as if we had smoked marijuana along with a tank of laughing gas. We were sort of crazy at that moment at the moment we walked through the living room. He was walking after me and he suddenly grabbed my shoulder to stop me. He grabbed quite hard, but he didn't hurt me. Then he turned me around to face him. I was a little frightened of his sudden move. I looked at him and saw the passion in his eyes. He started kissing me again. This time was a lot more powerful. He pushed me through the door and into his bedroom where I had just experienced my first kiss. He pushed me onto his bed and kept on kissing me. He leaned against me and started touching my body. I was scared. But the fear soon vanished and excitement took its place. I knew that I should resist him or simply say "no". But it seemed that I wanted him to do it, to keep on doing it. I simply couldn't resist his soft, but aggressive touch. I couldn't resist the warmth of his kisses, the rush of love and his desire. And I couldn't resist my desire either. I never had such eagerness for this. I let him touch my neck, my ears, my chest, my stomach and my breasts. Then he reached down under my skirt and tried to make it to my underwear. My legs stuck tightly together at first, and then relaxed under his touch. I let him touch my private parts which had only been touched by myself. He caressed and teased me until I could feel my nipples harden. I started panting. The feeling was very strange. I started to feel hot and began to unbutton my white school shirt which had become almost see-through because of the sweat. He knelt down and tried to pull off my underwear as I undid the last button on the sweaty shirt. Yet after he pulled my underwear down to my knees, he stopped to help me unbuckle my bra. That was bizarre. My breasts overtly showed before his eyes. I had no experience of letting a boy admire my body that way. I unzipped my black skirt and took it off along with my underwear. And I sat up on the bed and then knelt down to the floor while he was standing in front of me. I pulled out his shirt which was tucked neatly in his pants, and I started to pull down his zipper and revealed his genital organ, which had already enlarged unbelievably to the size that shocked me. I teased it gently and then got up and threw myself onto the bed again. He took his shirt off and threw it on his desk. Then he got down and put his head between my open thighs to lick my clitoris. It tickled a little at the beginning and all of a sudden, I felt a pleasure which is hard to put into words, which got me more rushed than a rollercoaster ride. I had been quiet since we started, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started moaning, and I asked him for more. My eyes were closed and I tried to focus on this feeling, the feeling that turns "it" wet.

"Huh!" I gasped. I felt a sudden prick as he spread my legs and entered my hole which had never before been entered. Then he started pushing and pulling back and forth so hard that I was rocked fiercely. When he started doing it, it hurt me a little. But soon I adapted to it and it felt so great! I stopped thinking and began following my instinct. I started zooming back and forth with his repeated moments. And the feeling, the rumbling pleasure inside enhanced as we did it harder and harder. I couldn't stand it! The mixture of such pleasure and the slight pain was breathtaking and irresistible. Little by little, my body became hotter and hotter. Soon I was about to reach my melting point. The climax was about to take place. I lost control at that very moment and screamed, and I couldn't help but scream louder and louder. I couldn't breathe. And I felt as if I was boiling. My heart was beating harder and faster than ever. I was gonna blow! Yet my loud noises outrageously motivated him to do it harder and hardened him even more...., until he finally triggered me. It was like electricity, like lightning. My body actually twitched and arched unbidden as I reached the first orgasm I had in my life. The feeling was so strong and so thorough that I could even feel it from my spine, to my breasts, to my lips. My heart almost stopped. I opened my eyes and could only see a blur, but he didn't stop. God! Within seconds I got another one. I couldn't think of anything more thrilling! Quickly I experienced one more. This time my back immediately arched. This one took seconds then...guess what? I passed out! Well, I really lost consciousness for a short moment. I thought I was in heaven!

When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again slightly. I found him lying next to me and embracing me. I smiled. I looked down and found goo spread from my pubic hair to my tummy.

"Slutty, aren't I?" I whispered. He chuckled as happy as I was. "Not even I could imagine myself doing this."

"Well, weren't you afraid?" he asked. "I mean..., couldn't control myself."

"No, I wasn't, because I trust you!" I replied. In fact, I wasn't thinking when we had sex.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Just a little but it's no big deal. I really had a blast. The thrill was a lot more exciting than the slight pain."

"Well, that's very encouraging indeed. I'm glad that you were also pleased," he said. I used my finger to touch his "fluid" that was splattered on me. And there was really a lot of it. It was all over and mixed with my sweat. I bet he noticed that.

"How about a shower?" he said. "Maybe you should really take off your shirt. It's all wet."

I looked and indeed, not even falling in a pool could make my clothes that wet. So I got up and took a lovely shower with him. And I don't think I have to mention that we played during the shower. You can guess it. After the shower, it happened to be twenty minutes before my father was going to pick me up.

"Great!" I said as I saw the clock. "Let me get myself dressed. My father will pick me up soon."

"Then I'll walk you there!" he suggested.

"Well, I appreciate it. But you don't really have to...."

"I love you! And I want to walk you there! I'm the one who brought you here. It's basic manners for me to walk you back there. You should understand!" he explained. I nodded and we got dressed together. Then we happily walked out with each other. While passing the gate, the security guard smiled and waved goodbye. After a short pleasant walk, we arrived and found my father's car waiting. I said goodbye to him and then opened my father's car door. I watched him leave. He turned back a few times before he disappeared into the alley.

"Who's that boy?" my father asked. "I mean the guy who walked you here. I've seen him a few times, but I've never asked you about him. He seems to be a good friend of yours, isn't he? Well, why don't you tell me about him? I'd like to know what kind of friends you have. You know, you hardly ever mention them."

"You're right, Dad. That guy is my best friend," I beamed and said.

"You had fun, didn't you? You've been smiling since I spotted you coming with that friend. How did you spend the afternoon?" he asked. I guessed that he really sensed my happiness. I shrugged.

"Okay, now," my father started to sound serious. "Look, I'm not against you dating or having relationships with boys. I just don't want you to get hurt! Please be honest with me. I know I can trust you, but..... I just want you to know."

I laughed, and he started laughing too.

"Sorry about being so paranoid!" my dad said. "I know I'll never have to worry about you."

"Dad," I said happily. "Thank you for caring so much about me!" I love you. Don't worry about me. I really had fun this afternoon. I'm just a bit tired, but you don't have to be concerned. I just need to get some sleep!"

Written by: You Know Who I Am