She gave him a Valentine. Will she give him her virginity?

Everyone having sex at Lincoln High is eighteen or over.

^^^New Year's Eve^^^

"Oh. ... Oh. ... Oh. ... Oh. ... Oh," Jan grunted.

She was naked and lying on her back. Her legs were splayed. Her heels rested on her lover's ass and she drew him to her as he thrust. Her powerfully built boyfriend was also naked. He was on top and making love to her. She was fucking.

Jan groaned every time Ike drove his steely dick into her wet pussy. Her internal spring was wound tighter and tighter with every thrust. The attractive, eighteen-year-old woman was hot and sweaty. Her heart was racing. Her breathing was ragged. She didn't care. She wasn't thinking about any of that. She could feel an orgasm building, and that was what she focused on.

"Oh, my God! This feels so good," Ike said. "Can we switch to doggie-style?"

"Sure."

The couple rearranged themselves. He inserted his penis and pounded her ass. She slammed her plump bottom into him. They fucked fiercely, forcefully and frantically. They drove each other to intense heights of pleasure.

"Oh, God! Oh. Oh!" she cried out as she climaxed. Her vagina clamped down on his dick. He continued to plow her and came big time.

"OOOHHHHH!"

They froze. They looked like an erotic sculpture. He was buried deep inside her. Neither moved, spoke, or breathed. They were lost in the joy of their orgasms.

After his dick finished firing off, he slid off her and slumped on the bed. She lowered her head into a pillow and then, fell on her side. He spooned her soft body. They basked in the afterglow of great sex.

Minutes passed. Then, she got up, went into the bathroom, peed, and cleaned up. She returned with a washcloth. She tossed it to him and said, "Here. Clean yourself."

While he did, she slipped on her bikini style panties and picked up her bra.

"You don't have to get dressed. My folks are at the Millers' New Year's Eve party. They won't be home for an hour and a half at the earliest."

She put her bra on and said, "We have to talk."

"This sounds serious," he responded in a teasing manner.

She sat on the bed and said, "It is. We've been dating for almost two years. Since we were sophomores. You were my first serious boyfriend. I gave you my virginity on my eighteenth birthday and I've never regretted it."

She paused, took a breath, and said, "There's no easy way to say this so I'll give it to you straight. I want to see other people."

Ike sat up. His jaw dropped. He appeared to be stunned by the news. "I love you. You've told me you love me. We just had sex and you say you want to break up?"

"I do love you. I'll always love you. You're a great guy. The problem is you're the only guy I've dated. Not counting silly games of spin the bottle or awkward moments in my early teens, you're the only guy I've kissed."

"And the only guy you've slept with?" he asked.

"Absolutely. I never cheated on you. You're the only person I've been naked with. The only person I've had sex with."

"I can say the same things. You were my first. You're the only girl I want. I thought we'd get married after college and have kids."

She reached out, gently stroked his face, and said, "I know. That's one of the great things about you. You're big and strong. Handsome. Loyal. Honest. Trustworthy. You're great..."

He interrupted her and said, "That's not what someone says when they break up with you."

She took a deep breath to settle herself and said, "The whole 'It's not you. It's me' is a cliché, but it can be correct. What we've had has been wonderful, but I wonder what other boys are like. A nagging voice inside me keeps asking 'What am I missing out on?'. You may not want to go out with other girls, but I want to spend time with other people.

"I haven't acted on this feeling, but it grows stronger every day and someday I will. There's a whole wide world out there. I need to explore it. I'm breaking up with you today before I act on these feelings. It would devastate me to cheat on a good man like you. You deserve someone who cherishes you and thinks of nothing but you.

"I'm breaking up with you before I break your heart. Before I tarnish what we've had."

This was a lot to take in. Ike looked like he'd been sucker punched in the stomach. He mumbled, "We just had sex."

"Yes, and it was wonderful. I wanted to end on a high note. It's a metaphor for our relationship. It's been great. I wanted to thank you for everything. We're both eighteen. Both seniors in high school. Now we can both experience our last semester without limitations."

She pulled on her shirt, socks, jeans, and shoes. Tears streamed down her face and she said, "I know this is completely unexpected. It's not fair. You've done nothing wrong. Believe me when I say I've thought long and hard about this. It wasn't an easy thing to do, but, I believe, I had to do it.

"I may get my comeuppance, and discover that you are the best, and regret that I tossed what we had away, but I'm driven by some force, some need deep inside me to discover what is over the hill and around the bend in the road."

She stood to go and said, "Please respect my decision. Don't call me. You don't deserve this and I don't deserve you. Good luck. I'll let myself out."

She grabbed her coat, ran from his bedroom, and out of the house. She sobbed as she drove home. Ike lay there stunned and confused. He cried. A part of him died that night.

^^^Friday, January 1^^^

At 11:30 a.m., the doorbell rang. Ike called out, "I'll get it." He opened the door, and as he expected, it was his best friend.

"Hi, Keith. Come in. The den's all set up. I've got chips, dip, drinks, and hoagies."

"Awesome." The eighteen-year-olds walked toward the den.

"Hello, Mr. White, Mrs. White, Julie," Keith said when he spotted Ike's parents and older sister in the kitchen. "There are some great football games on today. Anyone going to join us?"

"No," Mr. White said. "Elly and I have been invited to the Johnson's to watch the Sugar Bowl. By some miracle, his school's in it this year."

"I'm not really into football," Elly White answered. "I'll be visiting with Mrs. Johnson."

"She's more into football players than the game," Julie said. She teased her mother by adding, "Mom and Dad met in college. She was in the marching band and dad was on the football team. It was love at first sight. Mom fell for the guy with the tight end."

Her father blushed and corrected his daughter. "I was a tight end. That's the name of my position."

"Dear, Julie got is right," his wife said. Everyone laughed, except for Mr. White. He said, "Har. Har."

Ike and Keith went into the den, sat on the sofa, ate, and watched the first game. During a commercial, Ike said, "Jan broke up with me last night."

"She did? It's over?" Keith said. "Wow! I don't know what to say?" Keith shook his head in disbelief and then added, "I'm sorry for you. I know how much you liked her."

Ike nodded. The commercial ended. The guys watched the game. The rest of their conversations were related to football.

Mid-way through the fourth quarter of the Rose Bowl, Keith said, "This game is a blowout. I'm going home to get ready for my date with Bunny. Thomas is throwing a party. We're going. Why don't you join us? I'm sure Thomas won't mind."

"Thanks, but I don't think so."

Ike walked Keith to the door. He was home alone. His sister was out with her community college friends and his parents were at a party.

He went into the kitchen and got a glass of iced tea. He returned to the den and watched the rest of the football game. After the game, he turned off the lights in the room and found an action movie to watch. It wasn't one of Jean-Claude Van Damme's better ones. He fell asleep around midnight.

^^^

Jon White dropped his keys trying to unlock the front door. When he bent over to pick them up his wife, who was behind him, goosed him.

"Hey!"

"What's the matter, big boy! Usually, you like it when I jostle the boys."

Her husband picked up his keys. He unlocked the door, turned on the light, and they went inside. They took their winter coats off in the foyer. After he hung them in the closet, he turned to his beautiful wife, and said, "You're in a playful mood."

"I had champagne."

"I see," he said with a smile. He embraced his wife and they kissed passionately. He stepped into her and pinned her against the wall.

"Oh," she groaned as he manhandled her.

He captured her hands and brought them above her head. One of his big hands was able to capture both of her slender wrists and pin them against the wall. Then, he kissed her long, sensitive neck and groped a big, soft breast.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. Her body shivered.

Ike heard a noise and woke. His eyes popped open. He looked around and saw nothing from where he lay on the den's sofa in the dark. He heard low voices but didn't catch what they were saying.

"Mmm. Am I going to get lucky two nights in a row? You screwed me in the hall bathroom at the New Year's Eve party," Elly said. "Can you perform again so soon?"

Jon kissed her hard on the lips and drove his hips into her belly. He broke the kiss and hissed, "Do you feel that? That's going to be inside you soon."

"Promises. Promises."

He kissed the teasing bitch again. He still held her hands above her head. With his free hand, he reached under her skirt and slipped a finger through a leg opening of her panties. He fingered her pussy and said, "Your words may question my ability to fuck you senseless, but your wet pussy proves your body hopes it's true."

"Oh. Oh," she moaned as he rubbed her hungry cunt.

"Mom? Dad? Is that you?" Ike asked. He got off the sofa and walked in the dark toward the voices. Light from the foyer spilled into the den and allowed him to safely make his way. He stepped into the hall and said, "It is you. Why are you hanging out in the foyer?"

Just before his son's eyes set on them, Jon released his wife's hands and pulled his finger out of her pussy. The pair faced him. His father said, "We had a great time at the party." He hid his slick, shiny finger behind his back.

His mother smoothed her hair and said, "What a surprise to find you here. It's date night, I thought you'd be with Jan."

"Jan and I broke up. Actually, she broke up with me."

"Oh, no," Elly said and she came to her son. "How are you?"

"Devastated."

His mother hugged him and said, "I'm so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I'm still raw. I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed."

"Your father and I are here," Elly said and she squeezed him. "To talk or do anything we can to help."

"Thanks," Ike said. He went up the stairs. His parents followed him. Each went to their bedroom and closed the door behind them.

Elly and Jon began to undress. He sat, took off his shoes and socks, and said, "Poor kid. How long did they date?"

Elly stepped out of her dress and said, "They dated for nearly two years. Slept together for four months. Since her birthday. They waited until they both were eighteen."

He took off his pants and asked, "How do you how long they've been having sex?" Then, he removed his shirt.

While she answered, she unhooked and took off her bra. Her breasts wobbled as she rubbed the strap marks on her shoulders. "You talk to the kids about sports. I talk to them about everything else. I'm making sure we don't have grandchildren until our kids are married and out of college."

She shimmied out of her damp panties. He tossed his undershirt and boxers on the floor.

Jon was naked. His long, hard penis pointed toward his wife's belly button. "It's a damn shame they broke up. She's pretty and has a great figure. I found her mouth attractive. She has wide lips. A generous mouth like Julia Roberts."

Elly was naked. She pulled down the bed covers and said, "Yes, she's an attractive girl. Can we be done talking about her? Maybe you can focus on the naked woman in front of you!"

"You know, you're the only one for me. You have been ever since we met."

He moved to her quickly. They embraced and kissed. They fell into bed. She sucked his dick. He ate her pussy. And then, they fucked. It was as hot and exciting as it was the first time they did the deed over twenty-five years ago.

While his parents made love, Ike went through his bedtime routine. He brushed his teeth, changed into his pajamas, and went to bed. Soon, he was asleep.

^^^

"Ohhhhh!" Ike's whole body shivered. "Your mouth feels so good on my cock!" he said.

He smiled and glanced down at Jan. She was naked, on her knees, and giggling joyfully. She said, "I love sucking dick. Whenever I hear a girl say 'I don't like giving blowjobs', I want to shout, 'Bitch, it's fucking amazing to hear your guy moan, to see him tremble, and to know you're causing it.'"

Jan slipped his prick back into her mouth. She looked up at him with her big, baby blue eyes as she pleasured him.

He was sweating and close to climaxing. He stepped back and pulled his dick away from her. "Damn! Enough! I don't want to cum that way. I want to fuck you."

She teased him and said, "You can't because I'm going to fuck you! Get on the bed. Lay on your back. I'm going to be on top."

He didn't argue. The naked teenager climbed on the bed. His thick, hard, heavy cock rested on his belly.

Jan smiled, stood and came over to him. She looked hot as shit! Her dirty blond hair hung loosely around her shoulders. Her plump breasts bounced as she moved. The high beams were on. She had erect, pink nipples centered in her large areolas.

He scanned her body: beautiful boobs -- check, trim waist -- check, slender, shapely legs -- check, and the piece de resistance, her pussy, her perfect pussy, shaved and glistening with her moisture -- CHECK!

She knelt on the bed and knee walked to him. She lifted her right leg to straddle his hips and paused.

"Come on, babe. I'm ready," Ike begged.

"I'm not sure you deserve it," she said in a teasing manner.

This was a game they played. Ike knew what was expected of him. He said, "Oh. How about you plant that delicious cunt of yours on my face and see if I can earn the privilege of having sex with you."

"Okay, but there's no guarantee." She crawled on the bed, straddled his head, and lowered the sweetest part of her onto his mouth.

"Oh, God!" she cried out as his tongue lashed her sex.

"Mmm," he moaned loving the way she tasted. He thoroughly explored her folds. Then, he curled his tongue and thrust it into her cavity. He drew out her nectar and rolled it in his mouth like it was a fine wine. Next, he circled her button with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh. Oh. That's wonderful," she cried as his tongue found her clit.

He continued his superb efforts and the good feeling inside her built and built. When she was close, she climbed off and impaled herself on his rock hard cock.

"Oh!" they cried out in unison.

"I love your pussy. It's as hot as a furnace."

"I love the firmness of your dick and the way it spreads my flesh. You're filling a void I didn't know existed."

She rode him purposefully. He grabbed and squeezed her bouncing breasts and thrust into her.

"Oh! Oh! OH!" she cried as she climaxed.

"Awl. Fuck!" he groaned as he came. His dick spewed its seed.

Ike woke to the sensation of an orgasm.

"Huh. What?" he mumbled as his dick pulsed and fired off.

"Crap! That dream of me and Jan having sex has made a big mess," he said. His bed sheets, pajamas, and his body were coated with his cum.

He got up, took off his soiled sleeping gear, and tossed it on the bed. "I'll deal with this after I shower." He pulled up his top sheet to hide the mess.

He walked down the hall to the bathroom, shaved, showered, and brushed his teeth and hair. He wrapped himself in a towel and returned to his bedroom. He found his sister, Julie, in his room. She was in her sleeping attire. It was legging and a soft, cotton, long sleeve t-shirt. Both pieces were decorated in a crossword motif. They had the familiar grid pattern. Some of the white squares had little numbers. Other squares were solid black.

"Morning, brother. Look at you! All cut. Nice six-pack. You're a walking billboard for heterosexuality."

"Thanks. Still playing for the other team?" he teased her.

"Fifty:fifty. It depends on my mood and the opportunities," his sister answered honestly.

"Today's laundry day," she announced.

She picked up his laundry baskets, brought it over to her brother's bed, set it on the floor, and reached for his linens. She yanked off the top sheet and saw a large wet spot in his bed. The smell of cum assaulted her nose. She wrinkled her nose and said, "Gross!"

"Sorry, sis. Leave my sheets and pj's. I'll deal with them." His face was as red as a beet.

"Why didn't you put a towel under Jan's ass when you fucked?" She stormed out with his laundry basket. She left his soiled sheets and pajamas behind.

Julie went down the hall to her parent's room. She knocked and called out, "Laundry lady!"

"Come in. It's just me," her mother answered.

Julie entered the room and went into the bathroom to get the dirty clothes out of the hamper. Her mother was stepping out of the shower. Her naked body glistened due to the particles of water on her skin. Her heavy breasts swayed as she moved. Elly patted her boobs dry with a towel.

Julie snickered and said, "Do you need me to hand you a second towel? Those are some big boobs."

Elly took her right hand, cupped, and hefty her pendulous right breast. Her boob was bigger than her hand. "You and your brother are responsible for this. I was a modest B cup before I breastfeed the two of you."

Julie looked at her modest breasts and said, "Is there any other situation where a woman gets a grade of "A" and is devastated? When I get a "B" on a paper in Ms. Street's English class, I'm ecstatic. When I see the "B" on my bra tag, I'm sad. I feel like an underachiever."

Her mother nodded her head and then said, "I might need that second towel for my butt. It's huge!"

She turned her body and showed her daughter her rear end. Julie looked at it and was temporarily speechless. She saw bite marks on her mother's ass.

"Hey! Girl code requires you to argue with me," Elly said. "You're supposed to say 'It's fine. Stop worrying'."

"Ahhh," she stammered and then said, "Mom, your butt fine. The problem area is on the other side."

"What? Where?" Elly turned so her front faced her daughter.

Julie said, "I can see you eat right and exercise. Your body is tone and fit. Mom, you're beautiful, but you need to do something about down there." She pointed at her hairy pussy.

Elly said, "What? I trim. I don't understand why you and your generation insist on removing your pubic hair. It's natural and a badge of womanhood. I remember how excited I was when it started coming in. I was eleven.

Julie played her ace and said, "It's more hygienic."

"Oh, please. You're not fooling anyone with that line. What you mean is you think you'll get more oral sex. No one has ever said they wouldn't go down on me because I have pubic hair."

"I see. So how many people have gone down on you?" She gave her mother a wicked smile.

"Oh, you're horrible."

Julie laughed and went to the clothes hamper. She transferred the dirty clothes to her basket, left the bathroom, and went into her parents' bedroom. She tossed the bedspread aside to get to the linens. She pulled off the top sheet and saw a giant wet spot.

She cried out, "Is everyone in this house having sex except for me!"

Elly had finished drying herself. She poked her head out of the bathroom and said, "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. Your sheets are soiled and you have bite marks on your ass. When I went to get Ike's sheets, I found them covered with jism. You and dad and Ike and Jan must have been going at it pretty heavy last night. And I'm not sleeping with anyone!"
Elly said. "Ike and Jan have broken up. He was alone last night."

"Really? I saw the mess."

"Guys have nocturnal emissions."

From the look, her daughter gave her, Elly realized that Julie didn't understand what she'd said. She tried again. "He orgasmed while he was sleeping. Adolescents and young men have wet dreams."

"Oh. I see. That's a shame they broke up. I like her."

"So does your dad."

"Huh?"

"She's a nice girl. Your father and I like her too. You know how rough breakups can be. Give your brother some slack, okay?"

"Sure."

Elly resumed her morning routine. Julie gathered the unclean bed linens. After stopping by the laundry room and starting a load, she went to her room, and then returned to her brother's room. His door was closed. She knocked.

"Yes?" Ike called out.

"You decent?"

"Yes."

Julie opened the door, stepped inside, and said, "I've come for your sheets. Doing the family laundry is one of my chores. Everyone pitches in. Mom cooks. You do yard work and take out the trash. Why the bed linens are dirty is none of my business. My job is to clean them.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. My period is coming and I'm experiencing PMS. I'm one moody bitch. Mom told me you and Jan broke up. I'm sorry to hear that. This must be a tough time for you."

"Yes, it is. We dated a long time. I really cared for her."

She handed him a magazine and said, "Here's my Victoria's Secret catalog."

"What's this for?"

She raised her eyebrow and said, "I know how guys are. You're constantly horny and since you no longer have Jan as an outlet, here's something you can use. Please don't be a tool, like Toby, my friend Marie's brother. He stole her underwear and used it to beat off."

His face contorted. He looked perplexed and said, "Ah. You must know there's tons of porn on the internet and are we really going to talk about masturbation?"

Julie ignored his comment. She asked, "Is it a problem for you if I walk around the house wearing my sleeping outfits without wearing undergarments? Some are tight fitting and made of soft fabrics that hug my body."

She looked down at her crotch. The pliable, skin-tight fabric of the leggings hugged her vulva. "Oh, God! These are my favorite pj's. Can I wear them if you can see my camel toe?"

She pulled her shirt taut. The action called attention to her hard nips. "Is it going to drive you wild if I go braless and you see my boobs jiggle and if my nipples harden into pokies?"

"No. You don't turn me on. You're my sister! Stop all this!" he said in frustration.

She stared at him for a long moment. Then, her poker face broke, she cracked up and started to laugh.

"Ha! I gotcha! I had you going. I know you're not like that. You're a straight arrow. One of the good guys. You don't hit on or leer at my friends. You're not one of those guys, who hugs too long or when he embraces you, his hand drops and 'accidental' gropes your ass or, worst yet, presses his hips into you so you feel his hard-on."

"You're kidding me? These things happen?"

"More often than you'd think. To me and mom too. This shit happens at work, on a train or a bus, at parties, and even at family events."

"What? Who does this?"

"Don't get in an uproar. We can handle it. We enjoy a warm, friendly hug. If it becomes uncomfortable, we can usually extricate ourselves. If things get out of hand, we can deal with it. Remember, last Thanksgiving, a punch bowl spilled on Uncle Frank?"

"Yes. There was an accident," Ike said as he recalled the incident.

"He was too familiar with mom and she made him pay for it. Do you remember when Cousin Theo's friend, Barney, screamed and fell to the floor during April's 'Sweet Sixteen' party?"

"Yes. He hurt himself. Didn't he twist his ankle while dancing?"

"He'd been drinking. He invited me to dance. At first, everything was cool. Then he guided me to a dark corner away from other people. Out of the blue, he kissed me with tongue and pawed my breasts. I took umbrage and kneed him in the balls. He screamed like a little girl and fell to the floor like a rock."

"Oh!"

"Shit happens. We can ignore the little stuff. When you want to make the point that someone has crossed the line, mom recommends doing something memorable, something that gets their attention."

She took the soiled sheets off his bed and put them in her basket. She winked at her brother and said, "Everyone needs a place where they feel safe. Where they can be themselves. I shouldn't have given you a hard time because you had messy sheets, whether it was because you had sex with a girl or you had a wet dream.

"Thanks for being a good person, a good brother, and not ogling me when I'm dressed casually. Bras are uncomfortable. I can't wear one 24/7. My boobs will bounce. My nipples will dent my shirt. It's okay to look or notice. You've never stared or made me feel uncomfortable. I appreciate it.

"If you need to talk about your breakup or if there's anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask."

Ike spread his arms wide and came in for a hug. He said, "Thanks, sis." She hugged him in return. After a bit, he said, "Please don't hit me in the balls."

They both laughed. He went to breakfast. She took his sheets to the laundry room and washed them in hot water.

^^^

A couple of days later, winter break ended and school started. Day after day, week after week, Ike walked the halls, went to classes, and to wrestling practice or meets. Physically, he was there, but mentality he wasn't. His breakup weighed heavily on his mind.

"Get your head in the match!" the wrestling coach yelled at Ike. His best wrestler was distracted and it showed in his performance. He won his match, but he should've trounced the other guy.

In the locker room after a match, the coach addressed the team. He looked at Ike and shouted, "God Almighty! You're missing opportunities! You make those mistakes at the state tournament and you'll be out in the first round."

He turned away from Ike and addressed the whole team, "Fellows, I've told you. Little things matter. Do the little things right and the big thing, winning the match, will follow. Be alert. Execute your moves. Recognize what the opponent wants to do and counterattack.

"You've worked too hard, put in too much time and effort, to let victory slip through your fingers. Small things matters. Greatness is in the details. Pay attention to the small stuff!"

The next three weeks were more of the same for Ike. As they were riding home after wrestling practice, Keith said, "Dude, you're in a funk. You have to snap out of it. You need to get on with life."

"I feel hollow. I miss Jan," Mike admitted. "I miss her feisty spirit, her laugh, and her body."

Keith said, "You aren't thinking of calling her, are you? You can't contact her. You can't beg her to come back. She's not some flighty girl who changes her mind like the wind changes direction.

"The only way I can see her coming back is after she's had a chance to explore and experience the world. Maybe after discovers the grass isn't greener on the other side of the fence, she'll realize that you are the best guy for her and she'll beg you to take her back."

Keith gave his friend a sympathetic look and added, "You know, she may never come back. Some people are too proud to admit they've made a mistake. You can't stay home moping and hoping. We have to get you out there. You've never dated anyone from our school. Is there anyone you've ever thought was hot?"

"Sure," Ike said. "There are many nice girls and some really pretty ones, but I never thought about dating any of them because I had Jan. I didn't want to be that guy. The guy that disrespects and cheats on someone he says he cares about."

Keith said, "Remember when we turned sixteen? We got our driver's licenses, and said, 'Now that we can drive, we're going to date all the pretty girls!'."

The guys laughed remembering how arrogance and full of bravado they were in their youth.

"We spent a month at the beach house with my folks," Ike said. "We told ourselves we'd try to kiss every girl we fancied."

"The first night," Keith asked. "We met Melissa and Tracy. We bought them cotton candy and we kissed under the docks. The next day, we met two other cute girls on the beach."

"Tammy and Gail." Ike supplied the names.

"Right," Keith said remembering. "We had a fun day splashing in the ocean and sneaking kisses. They let us rub suntan lotion on them."

"And Melissa and Tracy found us with the other girls and cursed us out."

"Melissa slapped the hell out of you, as I recall," Keith said and laughed.

Ike rubbed his jaw and said, "Yes, she did. She walloped me good."

"And all four girls told us to go to Hell. They gathered their stuff and marched off together."

The guys laughed at the memory. Ike said, "That was the day I stopped trying to be a player. I promised to be a faithful, one-woman man if I ever was lucky enough to find another girl who'd give me the time of day. I've kept that promise."

"Jan isn't the only girl in the world," Keith said. "You liked Melissa and you had fun with Tammy. Isn't there anyone at school who interests you?"

"I haven't been looking."

"You don't do anything for me," Keith teased his friend. "But someone will be interested in a tall, dark, and handsome guy who was a captain of the football team and is an all-around good guy."

"Thanks."

^^^

That night, Ike slept poorly. He tossed and turned in his bed while having a vivid dream about Jan. It began like the earlier wet dream. They were naked and in his bedroom. He was standing. She was kneeling and giving him a blowjob.

She pulled off him and said, "I love sucking dick. Whenever I hear a girl say 'I don't like giving blowjobs', I want to shout, 'Bitch, it's fucking amazing to hear your guy moan, to see him tremble, and know you're causing it.'"

Jan slipped his prick back into her mouth. She looked up at him with her big, baby blue eyes as she pleasured him.

Then, as in the other dream, Ike found himself in bed, on his back, and she was riding him hard, girl-on-top style.

"Ohhhhh," he cried out. "Sex with you is always great."

She wasn't breathing hard or moaning with pleasure. Jan said in a calm voice, "The whole 'It's not you. It's me' is a cliché, but it can be correct. What we've had has been wonderful, but I wonder what other boys are like. A nagging voice inside me keeps asking 'What am I missing out on?'. You may not want to go out with other girls, but I want to spend time with other people."

She climbed off him, off the bed and walked across the room. Ike hadn't noticed it before, but there were a dozen guys in the corner of the room. He sat up and noticed the guys were of different races, sizes, and ages. They had two things in common. They were all naked and they all had erections.

"Hi, guys," Jan said to them.

"Hi, Jan," they said with one voice.

She waded into the crowd, smiled and reached out to touch their cocks. The guys kissed her cheek, caressed her boobs and touched her ass as she passed. She kept smiling, walking, squeezing and stroking dicks. A dozen guys were suddenly one hundred. The corner of the room expanded to accommodate the men.

Jan kept walking and kept grabbing penises. The crowd of males grew to 500 and then, 1000. Ike lost sight of Jan. She was swallowed by the mob.

He woke and said, "She's gone. Jan meant what she said. We're not getting back together."

He got up and got ready for school. As he drove to school he said, "Six weeks after Jan broke up with me, I've finally accepted it. I feel like I've stepped out of a fog. The sun is brighter. Colors and sounds are richer. I'm going to be okay."

^^^

Ike was sitting in his homeroom. He and the other high school seniors participated in roll call, listened to the day's announcements, and were waiting for the bell to ring signaling it was time to go to their first class.

"What's this?" he asked.

He looked at the colorful heart-shaped card that had been placed on his desk. It was red and had an image of a bee on it. Printed on it was "You're cool! Bee my Valentine."

He looked at the classmate who'd place it there. The short, blond smiled at him. He recognized her as someone in his homeroom. "What's her name?" he asked himself. He couldn't remember. She was one of thirty people in his homeroom. One of 340 people in his class. He didn't know them all.

He automatically said, "Thanks."

She moved on and placed a card on the next desk and the next without saying more than hello to anyone.

"Oh, yes. Today is the fourteenth of February," he told himself. "This is weird. A girl is giving everyone in homeroom a Valentine's Day card. Are we in first grade?"

At lunch, he sat with Keith. He said, "Today, in homeroom, some girl gave me a Valentine's Day card."

"See. I told you. You're a hot commodity. Who was it?"

"I don't know her name and she didn't just give me a card, she gave one to everyone. Boys and girls alike."

"What? Like we did in elementary school?"

"Exactly. In first grade, I wanted to give Patty Crum and Dorothy Campbell Valentine's Day cards and I was forced to give one to everyone."

"I remember that," Keith said. "The school was so worried some kid would have his or her feelings hurt because no one gave them a card that they made the 'Cards for all or cards for none' rule. Were you her target or just one of the crowd?"

"Everyone got one so unless that was cover to give me a card, I'd say I wasn't her target."

"Was she hot?"

"What? Is that all you think about?"

"Yes. If she looks like Dorothy Dumptruck, than forget about it. If she's pretty, we need to find out who she is and learn if she was sending you a signal."

"Dorothy Dumruck is a nice girl..."

"A nice girl no one will date because she's as big as a dump truck. What did this girl look like?"

"She's short. Probably 5' 2". Shoulder length, dirty blond hair. Blue eyes. Pretty. Bigger boobs than you'd expect for a girl her size. A nice smile. She's in my English class."

"She sounds great. It's worth finding out who she is and what she was doing." Keith looked around the lunch room. He spotted Kenny, someone he knew was in Ike's homeroom. He was walking by taking his tray to the cleanup area.

He called, "Hey, Kenny. How's it going?"

Kenny paused and said, "Good."

"Who was the blond in your homeroom that gave out Valentine's Day cards?"

"That was Mandy Grubb. She does it every year."

"I see. She's dating..."

Kenny filled in the blank. "She's dating Butch Millerson. Rumor has it he can't close the deal. He's putting in the time hoping he gets her V card. He's got a slag on the side to take care of his physical needs while he woos her."

"Thanks, Kenny."

The lanky guy walked away. Keith said, "Little Mandy Grubb. She's kind of hot and Butch is a blowhard. He's no competition."

"What does it matter? You heard Kenny. She does it every year." Ike stood, gathered us his trash, and said, "Got to go. I have a math test."

^^^

The next day, while he was in homeroom, Ike found himself looking at Mandy. The pretty, young woman was surrounded by friends. She was talking and laughing. She looked up and caught him staring at her. She smiled in a friendly manner. Ike quickly looked away.

An hour later, Ike walked into his English class and took his normal seat. He scanned the room and saw Mandy sitting up front. She was smiling and talking to the people around her, boys and girls. The bell rang. Everyone stopped talking, sat attentively, and looked to the teacher, Mrs. McCarthy.

Mrs. McCarthy stood and read the opening lines of Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet.

"Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whole misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife."

The teacher closed her book and asked, "Class, this is the introduction to the play we are studying. What do you think the play is about it?"

Gerald said, "Here's my take. A boy and a girl from rival families fall in love despite all the associated challenges, yadda yadda yadda, something, something. They die."

The class laughed. Mrs. McCarthy said, "That's a very brief synopsis, Gerald. I think you glossed over many aspects of the tale that make it relevant even 400 years after it was written. Tell me what do you think Shakespeare meant when he described them as 'star-cross'd lovers'?"

"That they were supposed to be together. You know, their love was written in the stars," Gerald said.

The teacher addressed the class, "Does everyone agree?"

Mandy Grubb raised her hand and said, "The term 'star-crossed' has the same etymology as the word 'disaster'. 'Dis' means against and 'aster' comes from 'astro' meaning planet or star. Shakespeare is telling us that the stars, a stand-in for fate, are against this couple and their romance is destined to fail."

The teacher turned to another of her better students. He was quiet. He didn't volunteer answers, but he usually was spot on. She asked, "Ike, what do you think?"

"I think Shakespeare was foreshadowing. He's telling us they were 'crossed by the stars' suggesting the lovers were fated to die. The people at the time believed in fate. They looked around and saw good things happen and bad things happen seemingly without rhythm or reason. They thought their lives were beyond their control.

"A person was alive one day and dead the next. They didn't know about germs, viruses, and proper hygiene. They thought everyone's life was at the mercy of a spin of fortune's wheel."

"Interesting," Mrs. McCarthy said. "Tell me more. Why would an author use foreshadowing?"

Ike said, "It keeps the audience interested in the plot and it connects the characters and things that happen in the story. Juliet is introduced to the idea of marriage by her mother who tells her, she will meet someone who she will give her heart to and along comes Romeo.

"The friar boosted of his knowledge of herbs and plants. That's come in handy when a potion is needed to fake a deep sleep. Foreshadows create connections so the reader doesn't say 'That came out of left field'. Instead, they say, 'That makes sense'."

"Very good, Ike," the teacher said. She went on to discuss other aspects of the play and to bring other students into the discussion.

Near the end of class, the teacher said, "Pretend I'm Juliet. I'm standing on a balcony."

The class giggled. The gray-haired Mrs. McCarty pretended to be indignant, "What? Don't you think I can pull off playing a thirteen-year-old girl? I was one once. Wait a second. Let me get into character."

She raised a hand dotted with age spots to her forehead, she furrowed her brow, and cried out, "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?"

She dispensed with her dramatic pose and said in a normal voice, "That's one of the famous lines from the play. You all know it. What does it mean?"

Patty Crum raised her hand and said, "She looking for Romeo."

"Actually, she's not. Anyone?"

No one offered an answer. The teacher turned to one of her deep thinkers and asked, "Ike, what do you think?"

"'Wherefore art' doesn't mean 'where'. It means 'why'. She asking why fate has made Romeo a Montague, her family's sworn enemy."

The bell rang. The students scrambled to go to their next class. Mrs. McCarthy smiled and said under her breath, "That went well."

^^^

Lunchtime found Ike in line with a tray. He chose from an array of food the overweight lunch ladies had prepared. He got a burger, fries, and some broccoli. His mind was elsewhere as it often was since the break up with Jan. He shuffled along behind a blond girl in a short skirt.
He came to the desserts. There was one piece of chocolate cake left. He reached for it. His hand collided with the blond's hand who also was reaching for it.

"Sorry." They said in unison. They looked each other in the face.

"You take it, Mandy," Ike offered.

"Thanks," she picked up the plate and then, said, "Why should I get it? Is it because I'm a girl? That's sexist. It's the last one. We could share."

She asked herself, "Why did I say that? He'll think I'm hitting on him or I'm some feminist bitch. Quick say something about a neutral subject."

She hurriedly added, "You were impressive in English class today. We could enjoy the cake and talk about Romeo & Juliet."

She cringed and thought, "Great move. Let's sit and talk about one of the world's most famous love stories. That's a safe, neutral topic."

He saw her face blush and a look of terror flashed across her blue eyes. He was amused and intrigued. He said, "Sure."

She led him to an empty table. She castigated herself for having worn a short skirt. "God! Why did I wear this skirt? It's short and tight across my bum. Damn it! I need to do my laundry more often. Maybe he won't notice.".

She turned her head and looked at Ike. He was following her and his eyes were on her ass. He looked up. His face turned red.

"Crap! He's looking," she said to herself.

The two red-faced, eighteen-year-olds sat, ate their lunch, and talked about the play they were studying in English class. Mandy nervously fiddling with her boyfriend's school ring which she wore on her left hand. The more they talked, the more comfortable each felt. They discussed Shakespeare and other English writers who they liked.

When there was a lull in the conversation, Ike asked, "Why did you give out Valentine's Day cards to everyone in homeroom?"

She gushed, "I love Valentine's Day! It's my favorite holiday. I'm a hopeless romantic. I know nowadays girls are supposed to be feminists. I believe in equal rights and equal pay, but come on! The world needs more kindness and more romance wouldn't be bad either.

"I believe that there's good inside all people. I think, when we have the chance, we should do things, little things that make the world a better place. It costs nothing to be polite, kind, and respectful."

Ike smiled and said, "You sound like my coaches."

He saw a look of surprise on her face and said, "I don't know if they are big fans of romantic poets, like of Shelley, Keats, and Byron, but they constantly preach the importance of doing the little things.

"They say winners pay attention to the small stuff like remembering the snap count, making the right read, and putting in the work to be ready to do your job. They also lecture us to be good teammates. Good teammates are virtuous. They are honest, kind, and civil. "

"I don't know what a 'snap' or a 'read' is," Mandy said. "I'm guessing they're sports terms and I don't know much about sports, but I get your point. We agree that small things matter. How you behave and interact with others matters."

She grabbed a knife and cut the chocolate cake. It wasn't a large portion. It yielded two small, bite-sized pieces. She picked one up and popped it into her mouth. Then, she grabbed the other one and held it out for him.

She looked into his kind, soft, brown eyes. He stared into her pale, blue eyes. Neither spoke. Both were nervous and had a funny, butterfly-in-the-stomach feeling.

She froze and wondered, "Why am I doing this? Sure he's handsome, smart and seems like a good guy, but this is an intimate move and I have a boyfriend."

An angry voice boomed behind her. Her boyfriend said, "What's going on?"

Ike reached up and took the bite of cake. He gave her an alibi saying, "Hey, Butch. Mandy was helping me with an assignment from our English class." He ate the cake and said, "The cake was my reward for being a good pupil."

Butch wasn't mollified. He said possessively, "THAT'S my girl." He added, "She is as smart as she is beautiful."

He moved to stand beside her. He leaned down, put a hand on her face, turned it in his direction, and went to kiss her on the lips.

Mandy allowed him a quick kiss and then, squawked, "Stop that!"

When Butch kissed her, the hand that had been on her face dropped. He grabbed and squeezed her boob. She was mortified. She slapped his hand away, got up, and hurried away.

Butch ignored her. He didn't even glance her way. Instead, he smiled at Ike and said, "That's my ring she's wearing. Those are my funbags." Then he turned on his heels and walked away.

^^^

After wrestling practice, Ike gave Keith a ride home. He said, "I had lunch with Mandy Grubb. We talked and shared a piece of cake. I enjoyed being with her. I think she liked it too."

"Good."

"Then Butch came over. He was upset she was sitting with me. I tried to play it off as no big deal. That we were discussing school stuff. That didn't calm him. He made a point of telling me she was his girl. Then, he kissed her and grabbed her boob!"

"In the lunchroom? In front of everyone?"

"We were off to the side and Mandy had her back to most people. I don't think anyone saw it. I think it was a message to her that she's his girlfriend and to me to back off."

"What a dick move, but I'm not surprised. Butch is a tool. I overheard him and his friends talking two weeks ago. Someone asked if he'd screwed Mandy. He said, 'No, but I've been to the mountains! And the view is magnificent!' He brought his hands to his chest and mimed squeezing a girl's boobs. His buddies laughed.

"Then he held up his phone and played a video. I heard a girl moaning, 'Oh. Oh.' The lighting was bad, but I saw a big chested girl lying on her back. It didn't show her face. Her shirt was open. Her bra was around her neck. Some guy was sucking on her tits. The guy pulled off and smiled at the phone. It was Butch. I'm guessing the tits belong to Mandy."

"He taped her and shared it with his friends? Unbelievable!"

"One of they said, 'So you've been to the mountains, have you made it to the valley yet?' Butch said they hadn't fucked and she wouldn't let him feel her up. Then he told this story, 'She's holding out. It's annoying as hell. You know what I did last weekend? I fucked that slut, Barb Niedermeyer, Saturday afternoon. That night I had a date with Mandy. We went to a movie and then I took her to my house. My parents were out. I bugged and bugged her 'til she agreed to give me a bj. She goes down on me and pulls off and said, 'You taste different'. She shrugged and returned to sucking me off. I almost broke out laughing seeing her sucking the combination of my jism and Barb's goo off my dick!'"

"That bastard. He doesn't deserve her," Ike said.

"No girl should be treated that way," Keith agreed.

^^^

That night, Ike lay in bed and thought about Mandy. "For the first time since my breakup with Jan, I've found someone who interests me. She's smart, she's nice, and she's easy to talk to.

"She's also pretty. What's not to like? Blond hair. Blue eyes. Big boobs. Her butt looked great in the tight skirt and her legs aren't bad either. I enjoyed having lunch with her. I think she's a woman of substance. She cares about important things. She's not fixated on her hair or clothes. She doesn't drone on and on about some reality TV personality.

"What does she see in her boyfriend? Butch doesn't care about her. I can't believe he disrespected her by groping her in the lunchroom. The others may not have seen, but he made sure I saw him grab her breast. And that thing with Barb and showing his friends a video of him sucking on Mandy's tits! Damn it! That's no way to treat a girl.

"Maybe she thinks she can't do better or maybe she hasn't had a better offer."

He smiled as a plan formed in his mind. "If she needs an infusion of courage and self-esteem, I can help. And if she needs to know she has options, I'll give her one."

He got out of bed, did some research online, and made a card for her.

^^^

The next morning, Ike drove to school, parked and entered his homeroom. Mandy was sitting at a desk waiting for the morning announcements and for attendance to be taken. He walked by her, dropped a card on her desk, gave her a smile, and without breaking stride, went to his usual desk.

Mandy opened the envelope. The front cover showed an empty bird cage with the door open. Superimposed on the picture were the words, "I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will." Charlotte Bronte "Jane Eyre"

She opened the card and saw other Bronte quotes. The quotes were typed. After them, Ike had handwritten some comments.

"You are human and fallible." Charlotte Bronte "Jane Eyre" Mandy, we all are scared at times and hesitate to make changes, even when the situation we find ourselves in is not good. Be brave. Be bold. Live the life you deserve.

"Honest people don't hide their deed." Emily Bronte "Wuthering Heights" What Butch did in the lunchroom was wrong and disrespectful.

"Your will shall decide your destiny." Charlotte Bronte You deserve a boyfriend who treats you better.

An "Increase of love brings {an} increase of happiness, when it is mutual, and pure..." Anne Bronte "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall" I cannot guarantee that I will be Edward Rochester to your, Jane Eyre, but we'll never know if we don't try.

Years from now, I hope I hear you say Jane Eyre's words, "He was the first to recognize me, and to love what he saw."

I liked the Mandy I had lunch with. She was kind, confident, smart and beautiful. Let's have dinner on Saturday. We can discuss the wisdom of the Bronte sisters. Ike

Mandy looked up after reading the note. She saw Ike smiling at her. The bell rang. Everyone stood, grabbed their things, and headed off to their first class.

Ike exited the room and lingered by the door to talk to her. She can out the room, walked up to him and said, "Who the Hell are you? We've been in the same homeroom for six months. You've never spoken to me and now you're telling me how to live my life and that we should date!"

Her face showed all the signs of being angry. She had a lowered brow, her chin was pushed up and out, and she snarled. Her lips were thin and she bared her teeth as she said, "Did you expect me to get wet, quiver and be thankful that a guy googled some quotes, jotted down a few words, and made me a card? Typical!"

"Typical?" Ike repeated.

"Typical behavior of a cocky, arrogant, womanizing football player. You're big and strong. You're used to having girls throw themselves at you or get weak in the knees when you show them some attention. I'm onto you! I've been there, done that. I'm not making that mistake again."

She huffed, turned on her heels and strode away. Ike stared at her as she marched away and said, "That didn't go as I planned."

^^^

On Saturday, Ike and Julie were up early. They dressed in old clothes and ate breakfast. Ike looked at the clock on the microwave and asked, "Ready to go and do some painting at the Habitat for Humanity house?"

Julie said, "Give me a second. I'm going to use our bathroom one last time, in case they're working on the plumbing. I hate using a Porta Potty."

When she returned, they donned their coats, got in the car and drove to the work site. Ike did carpentry. Julie painted. They were there with 40-50 other people from various churches and community groups rehabbing an old house for a family that needed a home.

Ike walked into a bedroom to get the measurements for the baseboard he was going to install. An unfriendly voice called out, "You! What are you doing here?" It was Mandy Grubb.

There were six women in the room painting. All eyes looked to see who was being castigated. Mandy stood to confront Ike and asked in a loud voice, "Are you stalking me?"

Ike said, "I'm not stalking anyone." He held up his tape measure and said, "I'm here to get some measurements. I didn't know you were in here."

Father Brown entered the room. He was responding to the sound of raised voices. He asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Father," Ike asked, "how long have I and our church's youth group been volunteering for Habitat?"

"Six years. Ever since you and your sister suggested it."

"Thanks," Ike said. "This is a classmate from my school, Mandy Grubb." He gestured to the short, busty girl with the dirty blond hair and said, "Mandy, this is Father Brown, a priest from Holy Redeemer."

The two shook hands and traded "Hello's". Ike said, "She was surprised to see me and mistakenly thought I was here for reasons other than to help a needy family."

He succeeded in embarrassing Mandy. Her face was red. She said, "I'm sorry I made a scene. It's nice to meet you, father." She went back to her painting. The others returned to their tasks. Ike measured the walls and left the room.

Julie was one of the painters in the room. She went to Mandy and asked, "Have you had a bad experience with that guy?"

"Yes. No. I mean he asked me out. I said no because I don't know if I could trust him."

Julie could see the girl was wound up. She said, "Why don't we take a break, get some water, and talk? I'm Julie."

"Thanks. Thoughts are swirling in my head. I'm Mandy but you know that. You saw me being introduced to the priest. God! That was embarrassing."

"Come on," Julie said. She led the young woman out of the room, they got a cup of water, and found a quiet place where they could sit on the floor and talk.

When they were settled, Julie asked, "You said you don't know if you can trust him. Why is that?"

Mandy confessed, "Lots of reasons. For one, the guy I'm dating now isn't treating me great. It's causing me to doubt myself and my ability to judge character."

"I get it. You got it wrong last time why would you do better this round."

"Exactly," Mandy said. "Another reason is I've asked my girlfriends about him and no one can tell me much. He's a mystery. He doesn't go to our parties. He hasn't dated anyone I know so I can't get any info on him."

"I see."

"He's into sports. He was a captain on the football team, but that's hardly a good reference."

"What do you mean?"

"You know how football players are. I dated one. They're full of themselves. A bunch of arrogant bastards. They think they're God's gift to women. They lie. They cheat on you. They live for the next game, the next party, and the next girl they can get in their bed!"

"Wow!" Julie said. "It sounds like you had a terrible experience."

"Yes. The football player I dated, pulled my top down at a party and laughed while all his friends saw my boobs." Mandy teared up recalling that horrible day.

Julie hugged the sobbing teenager and held her until she stopped crying.

"Thanks," Mandy said softly.

When she pulled away, there was paint on her shirt. Julie saw it and said,"Oh. Sorry. Some of the paint I had on my shirt has been transferred to yours."

The bright yellow paint was on her boobs. Mandy looked at it and said, "Don't worry about it. This is an old shirt."

"I guess for a girl like you, with boobs that big, it's inevitable that something lands on them. Paint, food, airplanes."

Mandy was surprised by her words and burst out laughing. Julie joined in. It was cathartic for Mandy. Afterward, she said, "You're funny. I needed a good laugh and you're right. I bump into a lot of things and often end up wearing my meal on my catch-everything chest. No airplanes yet."

The teenagers shared a smile and felt closer to one another.

Julie said, "Many guys are bastards, but many aren't. It has to count as a positive thing that he does charity work. Bad guys don't care about the plight of others."

"Yes."

"Do you know anything about him?"

"He's in one of my classes. He's smart."

"That's good. Anything else?"

"Supposedly he dated a girl at another school for two years."

"That's good too. He's probably a decent guy. If he was a hard-drinking, hard-partying, womanizing jerk, she'd never have dated him that long."

"You're probably right."

"He's not bad-looking and he fills out his shirt and the back of his jeans nicely."

"Well, yes," Mandy answered and then giggled.

"If you want my opinion, I'd say give him a chance. It doesn't sound like the guy you have now is any prize. I'm not saying you should sleep with him, but what's the harm with a couple of dates? Mind you, I am biased. He's my brother."

Mandy was stunned and sat there with her mouth open. Julie smiled and said, "He doesn't smoke anything because he's a serious athlete. Unlike most teenagers, he doesn't drink beer. Not for any moral or health reasons. Carbonated beverages like beer, champagne, and even sodas cause him to hiccup and he can't stop. It embarrasses him so he avoids them.

"He's not a wild and crazy, party-all-the-time guy like a stereotypical jock. It's just not his scene. And he doesn't use and abuse women. He was loyal and faithful to his last girlfriend for two years. She broke up with him because he was the only guy she'd dated. She is young, curious and wants to know what other boys are like.

"If you two date, he won't treat you bad, make you flash his mates, or break your heart."

"Sounds like I misjudged him," Mandy said.

Julie stood, gave her a friendly smile and walked away.

^^^

Saturday around 4 o'clock, Keith came to Ike's house. They grabbed a basketball and talked as they shot hoops in the driveway.

"Ike, a group of us are going ice skating at the Weavers' pond. You should come. Maybe Mandy will be there."

"I'll go, but I'm not interested in seeing her."

"Oh?"

"Thursday we had lunch together and I thought we both enjoyed it. On Friday, I made her a nice card and asked her out. She said 'No.' I was okay with that. It's her decision. This morning, Julie and I went to our Habitat event. Mandy was there and she accused me of stalking her in front of everyone."

"That's harsh," Keith said.

"I didn't know she was going to be there. I was there to help out. She freaked out and called me a stalker. I don't need crazy in my life."

Keith went home. Ike had dinner by himself. His parents had gone out for dinner and a play. His sister was with her friends. Around 9 o'clock he arrived at the Weavers' place. He parked, grabbed his skates and went looking for his friends.

He found Keith and Bunny. The talked and then skated. His friends went to get a beer and he went his own way. He saw Mandy skating with some girlfriends. She looked cute in her white outfit and bright red scarf. He stopped and watched her skate because she was very good. She was one of the few people who was doing jumps. She effortlessly bounded into the air and did a waltz jump, a salchow and then, she skated backward and executed a toe loop.

Ike turned away and walked through the crowd looking for people he knew. He heard Butch's voice and glanced his way. He and his friends were snickering, laughing, and looking at some things on their cell phones. Occasionally, one would say, "Nice!" or "She's hot" or "If she knew, she'd be so pissed!"

Ike bumped into Kenny. The tall, lanky guy said, "Hey. What's up?"

"Nothing much," Ike replied. He gestured with his thumb at Butch and his friends and asked, "Any idea what they are looking at?"

"Those guys and other assholes have made an online file storage site on Dropbox where douchebags can post and share topless and naked photos of girls. Many are girls from our school."

"Really? Why would any girl let that happen?"

"They don't know. Sometimes the guy snaps a picture without them knowing or when they're drunk. Or he begs for a naked selfie, promising never to show it to anyone, and then, he posts it online."

"That has to be illegal. How do they get away with it?"

"These aren't like other pictures on the internet. The only people who can see them are the people in the group. You need to know where to look and you must have the password."
"That's wrong," Ike said.

"Yes. Not cool," Kenny said. "I see my ride waving at me. He wants to leave. I've got to go."

"Sure. Bye," Ike said and then he stared at the cackling crew who were looking at naked photos of his classmates. "This has to end."

Ike waited and watched. When he saw Doug Hill leave the group, he followed him. Doug pissed on a bush and then went to get a beer. Ike fell in behind him. They each got a beer and walked away. Ike was beside him and said, "Hey."

"Hi," Doug responded.

His speech was slurred. Doug wasn't the brightest guy and being intoxicated would help Ike execute his plan. Ike said, "Hey, Doug. Why don't we have a seat, drink our beer, watch the skaters."

"Sounds like a plan."

The sat in silence on a bench. Doug drank, Ike pretended to sip, and they watched people glide over the ice. Then Ike said, "Hey, some of the guys have told me how they use Dropbox to post naked pics of some of the stuck up bitches in our class. Have you heard about it?"

Doug smiled and said, "You mean the site Butch set up?"

"Yeah."

Doug took a drink, smiled broadly and raised his phone. Ike looked excited as he said, "Dude, you're kidding me! It's on your phone! Show me!"

Doug killed his beer, tossed the empty bottle aside and put his phone on his lap. He tapped on the Google icon and got access to the internet. Then, he typed in the website, the filename, and the password. Ike watched intently. He memorized what was required to get access to the photos.

Doug brought up the photo of Janet Taylor. It was taken from behind her. She appeared unaware. She was naked, bending over, brushing her long, black hair. She had a firm, cute bottom. Next, he brought up an impressive topless photo of a sleeping girl.

Doug snickered and looked at Ike for confirmation. Ike said, "Wow! That's hot. Everyone always said she has the biggest and best tits in our class."

"This girl's a close second," Doug said. He tapped on his phone and up popped a photo of Mandy Grubb. She was smiling into a bathroom mirror taking a selfie. All she had on was her underwear.

"Yes," Ike said. "She has some big one too. This is so cool. Who set it up?"

"Butch."

One of Doug's friend spotted him and yelled, "Dougie, come on. We're all going to Spellman's house."

"Okay," Doug hollered back. "Gotta go," he said to Ike.

"Me too. I've got stuff to do."

Ike drove home and quickly made his way to his room. He fired up his Mac and went to Dropbox. He entered the necessary data and logged on.

"Shit! There must be photos of fifty girls."

He pulled up a few to confirm that he was accessing the young women from his school. He looked at Sarah Z. and her D cups and large, dark nipples. He saw Kim L.'s small boobs and blond bush and he took a second look at Mandy. He said, "Wow! Those boobs are so round and full it would be hard to drop a business card between them. That some cleavage."

Ike went to Gmail and created a new email address under the name Currer Bell. To make sure he remained anonymous he planned to used 10 Minute Mail to send it, and Tor to encrypt the message. He sent out emails to the police, the town's newspaper, the school principal and the local television station about the existence of a website with graphic photos of female, high school students. In his note, he mentioned that Butch Millerson was suspected of being the site's creator.

Ike attempted to discover an email address for every victim. Currer Bell sent them a note saying that someone had posted a compromising photo of them on Dropbox. He told them how they could access it.

^^^

Sunday morning while Ike and his family were at church, Butch was roused out of bed by the police and taken down to the station. The principal spent the morning on the phone talking to the police, the press, and the school board. Many high school girls cried and gnashed their teeth that morning.

After lunch, Keith called Ike and asked, "Have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"There's a website that has nude photos of girls from our school. Rumor has it, Butch set it up and put up some of the photos."

"That's terrible."

They talked a little longer. Keith told him the names of some of the young women who were horrified to discover that their picture was on the site. Ike listened. He didn't say much. He got off the phone before he said something that would cause his friend to suspect that he had something to do with the unveiling.

The story led the news that day. Ike and his family were at home in the den and watching television at 6 o'clock when the local news broadcaster said, "Butch Millerson, an eighteen-year-old student at Lincoln High School has been arrested on child pornography charges in connection with an online repository he allegedly set up where he and other students posted nude and partially nude pictures of their female classmates.

"Some of the victims were under the age of eighteen. Some of the pictures were sexually explicit. An anonymous tip alerted police to the existence of the online site."

"That's horrible," Elly said.

"Disgraceful," Jon added.

The doorbell rang. Julie answered it. "Hi," Mandy said. "Is your brother at home?"

"Yes." She led the young woman into the den.

Ike stood when he saw her. Mandy waved to his parents and announced, "I'm Mandy Grubb. I go to school with your son."

Elly stood and went to the pretty, young woman. She extended her hand and said, "I'm glad to meet you. I'm Elly, his mother, but you probably guessed that. This is his father, Jon and his sister, Julie."

"Nice to meet you. Julie and I met at a Habitat project," Sandy said as she shook Elly's hand.

Jon waved and said, "Hello, we'll leave you two so you can talk." He, Julie and Elly left the room.

Ike waited for his parents to leave and then asked, "Why are you here?"

"To thank you."

"For what?"

"For exposing what Butch was doing to me and the other girls with his website."

"Why do you think it was me?"

"Because the person who did this has to be someone with guts, smarts, and good character. It has to be a person who's kind, cares about people, and does the right thing. There aren't many people like that at Lincoln or in our town. I know you are that type of guy.

"I'm here to apologize for attacking you unfairly when you shared the Bronte quotes with me and tried to a good friend. I questioned your motives because what you said was true and I wasn't ready to face the truth that I was weak.

"I lashed out and accused you of having all sorts of bad traits just because you play football. And later, I accused you of stalking me, when you were at the Habitat project doing something good for the community.

"It was right there in front of me, but my bad experiences with other guys blinded me. You sister helped me see the real you."

"Thank you for the apology," Ike said."But that doesn't explain why you think I'm the guy that tipped off the police."

"As I said, you have the moral fiber and other virtues needed to expose this wrongdoing. It cinched it for me when I saw that the tipster used the pseudonym, Currer Bell. Only a Bronte fan would have signed their email with the pen name Charlotte Bronte used for her novel, "Jane Eyre". You are the biggest Bronte fan I know."

"Butch committed a terrible injustice. It had to be exposed and ended."

Her face blushed and she said, "One more thing before I go, will you go out with me next weekend? A movie or dinner?"

"You turned me down when I asked."

"Yes. I was stupid. When I saw the topless photo of me on Dropbox, I was sad, embarrassed, and horrified. I wondered how I could face people at school when everyone knew I dated that toad, Butch, and many of them had seen the photos, seen my boobs. I pulled out the card you gave me with the Bronte quotes out and I read it again. It gave me hope and strength.

"You got me thinking, what would a Bronte sister do? Jane Eyre faced much adversity. People were mean to her and made her feel unimportant, but she managed to overcome that. She believed in herself and her abilities. She decided she was in charge of her destiny. I will not be a victim. I will take charge of my life.

"Jane Eyre also said, '...it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it.' I take that to mean, if you like someone, make it known.

"I will strive to be as brave as a Bronte. I like you. So I ask again, will you go out with me?"

"Yes".

^^^

Mandy and Ike went to a movie on Friday night. They went to an independent theater that specialized in art and foreign films. They saw the 1943 production of "Jane Eyre" starring Orson Welles and Joan Fontaine.

As they walked out the theater, Ike said, "That was good."

"Orson Welles was hot," she said and giggled.

They went for coffee and talked. Then, Ike drove her home and walked her to her door. He said, "I had a good time tonight."

"Me too. We should do this again."

"Dinner? Tomorrow night."

"Yes," she answered. She stepped closer to him. He leaned in. She leaned in. Their lips met and they kissed goodnight.

^^^

On Saturday night they went to a Chinese restaurant. Afterward, they went to his house. His sister and parents were out. They went into the den, sat on the sofa, and watched a movie. They ended up making out on the couch.

They went on dates the next two weekends. They saw a play, roller skated, enjoyed a trip to a museum and ate at an Italian restaurant. Afterward, they hung out at his or her house. They took advantage of any privacy they were afforded and kissed and petted over clothing.

When Ike took her home after the sixth date, he asked, "Are we a couple?"

"Do you want to be exclusive?"

"Yes."

"Me too!" she said and kissed him passionately.

The following Friday night, they went to see a movie, "Arashi ga oka".

Afterward, Ike said, "That was different. How did you find a Japanese adaptation of "Wuthering Heights"?"

"Google. It was jarring to see a story I know so well," Mandy said, "dropped into feudal Japan."

"It worked," he said. "Instead of foggy moors, we saw foggy mountains."

She said, "I must be too much of an Anglophile to appreciate what the director did. I missed the Victorian English costumes."

"Want to go to my house?" Ike asked. "My parents are out of town and Julie's taking advantage of that fact and spending the night with her current beau."

"I know," Mandy said with a smile. "Julie and I are friends. We talk. She told me how excited she was to spend the whole night with her handsome man. I told her, I was jealous of her good fortune."

Ike drove them to his house. They went into the den and sat on the sofa. He asked, "Do you want to watch a movie?"

"No. I can think of something more fun. Can't you?"

She leaned in and kissed him. He returned it ardently. They necked and petted like they'd been doing on other dates.

"Oh," Mandy moaned when he kissed her neck. Then she said, "Hold it."

Ike stopped and pulled back. Mandy began unbuttoning her blouse. He was silent and prayed she'd continue. She tossed her shirt aside, undid her bra, and dropped it on the floor.

Mike stared at her tits. Butch's words popped into his mind, "I've been to the mountains. And the view is magnificent.' He reached out and cupped a breast. It was heavy, soft, full, and round. He gushed, "Wow. They're wonderful. Magnificent!"

"Thanks. I thought you deserved to see them. Everyone else at school has."

"Butch was wrong to post those pictures of you."

"Yes, but I'm not blameless. He was a jerk. Remember when he groped me in the lunchroom? I should have ended it then and there, but I was weak. I'm a better person with you in my life."

She stood and said, "Take me upstairs. I want us to make love."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I've been waiting for the right guy. You're the right guy."

She held out her hand. Ike stood, took her hand, and led her up the stairs. The door to his room was closed. He reached for the doorknob. Mandy said, "Wrong room."

"This is my bedroom."

Mandy walked past him to his sister's room. She smiled, crooked her finger, and said, "Come here."

Ike went to her. She opened the door, went inside, and began lighting scented candles. The room was beautiful. There were vases of cut flowers. The bed had fresh linens, a pretty bedspread, and lots of fluffy pillows.

"How did this happen?" he asked.

"I'm friends with your sister. I told Julie that tonight was the night. That we were going to have sex for the first time. She insisted we use her room. She fixed it up for us and she scheduled a sleepover for herself with her beau so we'd be alone.

They got undressed and got into bed. She grasped his hard cock and said, "I'm so lucky. Not only are you a better man, you're a bigger man. You have a nice cock."

She brought her head to his dick and took it in her mouth.

"Oh. Fuck!" he exclaimed.

She giggled and said, "I guess I'm doing it right."

"You're definitely doing it right."

She attacked his cock.

"Oh. Oh," he cried.

She was hungry and relentless.

"Ohhhh. Mandy, if you keep doing that, I'm going to cum."

She pulled off and said with a laugh, "It's okay to cum." She redoubled her efforts.

Not too long after, he cried, "Oh. Oh. I'm coming!"

She took the first blast in her mouth. She swallowed the thick, salty mass and then pointed his penis off to the side and he sprayed on the bed. She jerked him off getting every drop out of him.

She was proud of herself. She said, "That was unlike any blowjob I've given. Usually, I do it under duress, but this time I really enjoyed it. I wanted to pleasure you. I wanted to hear you scream and cum harder than you've ever cum before."

"You did. That was great. While we wait for me to recover. Let me pleasure you."

She lay on her back and he climbed on top of her. He kissed her gently and explored her body with his hands. Her boobs were full and firm. Even with her lying on her back, they stood tall and proud. He thumbed her rubbery, pink nipples.

"Emmm. Oh," she sighed.

They kissed more. Deeper and more passionately. Tongues were involved. He groaned. She moaned. Then, he slid his head down to her chest. He touched and kissed her boobs.

"Oh. Oh!" she cooed.

He was fascinated by the twin peaks. They were firm, yet soft. Large, full, warm, and wonderful. He sucked on her erect nipples and his hand gently caressed them.

"Ohhhh," she moaned.

His tongue circled one nipple and his fingers softly tugged on the other.

"Oh. Yes, Emmm," she groaned. Her heart raced and her pussy got wetter.

Ike took turns sucking on her big boobs. His hand slid down her body to her crotch. He touched her soaked sex.

"Ohhhhh," she cried out. Then, she said, "I shaved my pussy today. Do you like it?"

He released her tit. "You shaved for me?" He crawled down her body and admired her naked pussy and said, "It's wonderful. It's beautiful." He caressed it. "Gosh! It's so soft!"

"Oh! Touch it again," she begged.

He did. She moaned again, "Ohhhhh."

"Your pussy's so hot and wet."

"And ready for you. Fuck me! Fuck me, Ike."

"No," he said firmly. "Not yet."

"Please!"

"Soon."

He got between her legs and began giving her oral sex.

"Oh! Dear God!" she cried. She no longer complained that he wouldn't screw her.

He kissed her pussy and then licked her warm, wet slit.

"Oh! Yes! Ohhh."

His tongue explored her sex. He lapped, licked, kissed and sucked in her nectar. She loved everything he did.

"Oh. Oh. Oh," she cried out and she rocked her hips into his face.

His tongue sought out her clit. When he flicked it, her hips lifted off the bed and she cried out, "OHMYGOD!"

Ike was determined to make her first-time memorable. He teased her. He'd sucked on her button and then, moved away. He kissed her thighs, scooped nectar out of her pussy or chewed on her labia. He did everything he could think of except touch her button.

"Please. Please. Please. Suck my clit!" she begged.

He gave in. He flicked her clit with this tongue while a finger explored her vagina. He found her hymen. "Damn! She really is a virgin," he told himself.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, Godddd!!" she cried out as she came. His efforts made her see stars and feel joy heretofore unimagined by her. She again lifted her ass off the bed. She froze and held it there for a couple of beats and then, sank back to the bed.

He got beside her and held her. Many minutes passed. He was quiet and let her enjoy her bliss.

"That was wonderful," she gushed.

"Just returning the favor. You made me feel wonderful."

She stretched, took a deep breath, and released it slowly. "That was everything my girlfriends said it would be."

"Haven't you come before?"

"Not with a partner. When I've masturbated, it never felt that good."

"You have a skilled and willing boyfriend." He kissed her on the lips and then added, "Who will get you off like that anytime you want."

"Emmm. Sounds wonderful." She kissed him. When the kiss ended, she looked deep into his eyes, and said, "Make me a woman."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Wait a second. I'll get a condom." He got up, went to his room, opened a drawer and pulled out a foil pouch. He ripped it open and put it on his steely dick. He walked back to his girlfriend. She lay on her back. She spread her legs wide and reached out to him. He climbed on the bed and got on top of her. They kissed. Her large breasts were warm and soft against his chest. His dick rested against her belly.

He got up on his knees and rubbed his dick against her gash. He gathered moisture and them placed the tip of his dick at her opening. Heat radiated off her pussy.

"Ready? It may hurt."

"So I've been told. I'm ready."

He slid inside her.

"Ahhhh," he groaned.

"Ohhh!" she moaned.

His progress was stopped by her hymen. He said, "I have to punch through."

She bit her lower lip and nodded. He pulled back and then thrust into her vagina. He destroyed the membrane.

"Ouch!" she cried. A tear rolled out of one eye and onto her cheek.

He held still and said, "I'm sorry I hurt you." He leaned down and kissed the tear away. Then, he kissed her lips and he drove further into her.

"Mmmmm," she squealed in distress.

He stopped pushing, looked into her eyes, and said, "We don't have to do this."

"I'm okay. Give me a second. My little pussy is being plundered."

"You're tight as fuck."

"Right now, your dick feels huge. How do women have babies?" She asked and laughed.

"I don't think they have a choice. Ready for more?"

She nodded solemnly. He drove his dick into her. She shifted uncomfortably, her breathing was ragged, and her face contorted. She didn't say stop so he kept going.

"Ohh," he cried. "I'm all the way in."

"Is your dick sticking out the top of my head? Fuck! You're in deep. You're stretching me so." She breathed deeply, released the air slowly, and then, said, "What now?"

"This."

He pulled out slowly and stuck it back in even slower.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned. "Now I know why everyone is having sex!"

He did it again and again and again and again. She moaned when he took it out and moaned louder when he pushed it back in. As he was tentatively fucking her, he said, "Babe, this feels great. Too great. I going to cum."

She wrapped her legs around his ass and said, "Go ahead, darling. I'll cum next time."

"Oh! Oh. Oh!" He cried out as he drove into her more forcefully than before.

It scared her, but the more rigorous thrusting didn't hurt her. He went in deep and stayed there as he climaxed. She felt his dick pulse, his heart race, and his rapid breathing. The pressure inside her eased as his erection wilted.

He said, "Oh, babe! That was wonderful. I'm sorry I couldn't make you cum."