Despie split for the john.
"Hey, man!" Buddy jumped over two seats. They slapped palms loudly. "I got such a fuckin' hard-on I'm bustin' my drawers!" Buddy squeezed his crotch in mock pain. Two elderly people turned around to give him dirty looks.
"Ja get tit?" Richie whispered.
"I din't try yet."
"She got nice ones."
"Hey," Buddy said, "I got your bedroom, right?"
"You get gizzem on my bed I'm gonna make you eat it with a spoon."
"We'll do it on the floor."
"You got class."
"Yeah, I'm elegant," said Buddy.
Buddy put records on Richie's record player and turned out the light. Despie almost pulled him down on top of her. Buddy excitedly started grinding, and she groaned appreciatively.
"Buddy?" She tapped him on the back and whispered huskily, "Get me a glass of water."
"Huh?"
"I'm thirsty."
"Yeah ... wh ... yeah." He stood up, his shirt half out of his pants, his hair messed up. He padded to the bathroom, took a piss, and brought Despie a glass of water. Despie put the glass on the floor.
"I thought you wanted water."
She took his hand and placed it between her legs.
"Jesus God!" Despie was naked. Buddy had never been with a naked girl before. She unbuttoned his shirt as he sat paralyzed, his hand frozen where she placed it. "Are you a virgin?" he whispered. She didn't answer but started on his pants. " 'Cause if you are, don't be scared." She pulled down his shorts and caressed his hard-on. "I don't got no bags but I'll pull out before I come." She put an arm around his neck, slid under him, and with her other hand guided his prick. The moment he was in, he came a bucket.
Early the next morning, Buddy lay in his own bed thinking about Despie. He looked at his alarm clock. Five-thirty. He got up, went into the kitchen, and dialed her number. He prayed her parents wouldn't answer. The phone rang four times; he was about to hang up when she answered.
"Hello?"
"Despie?" he whispered.
"Who's this?"
"Buddy."
"Whassamatter?" Her voice was thick with sleep.
"Nothin'. I just wanna talk."
"Wha' time is it?"
"I dunno, about two."
"Whadya wanna talk about?"
"I dunno. I miss you."
"That's nice."
"Do you miss me?"
"...yeah."
There was dead silence for a minute.
"Despie?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I come over?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Now."
"Now? Everybody's sleeping."
"I gotta talk to you."
Another silence.
"O.K."
"See you soon." He hung up, got dressed, took his father's car keys, and drove over to her house. She was waiting for him on the porch. "Hi."
"Hi." She wore a quilt bathrobe and a kerchief over rollers.
"Let's go inside," she whispered, taking his hand and guiding him up the steps to her room. "Don't talk out loud. You'll wake them up." She closed the door, and they lay on the bed.
"I missed you, Despie."
"Me too."
"It was a good date."
"I had a good time."
Sitting up, he took off his coat and shoes. She lifted the cover, and he slipped in, right up next to her.
"Despie?"
"Yeah?"
"That was numero uno for me."
Another silence.
"Me too."
"Did it hurt?"
"A little."
"I tried not to hurt you ... did you have an orgasm?"
"I don't know."
"Whadya mean?"
"I dunno ... I couldn't tell."
"Did it feel good?"
"Yeah."
"I came pretty quick."
"That's O.K."
"I won't come so quick next time."
"It's O.K."
"That was your first time?"
"I told you yeah."
"Did you bleed?"
"I didn't look."
A light went on in the hallway. Slippers shuffled toward Despie's door. Buddy jumped out of bed and hid in the closet. A soft knock. Despie pretended she was asleep. Her mother opened the door, poking her head into the room. "Despie?"
She peered into the darkness for a moment, then softly closed the door. Twenty minutes later Buddy came out of the closet. Despie was fast asleep.
The next day in Big Playground Buddy was moody and quiet. He couldn't play basketball or join in with the every minute bullshitting. Thinking of Despie made him miserable. He thought of her with intense longing, yet there was
"Hey, man!" Buddy jumped over two seats. They slapped palms loudly. "I got such a fuckin' hard-on I'm bustin' my drawers!" Buddy squeezed his crotch in mock pain. Two elderly people turned around to give him dirty looks.
"Ja get tit?" Richie whispered.
"I din't try yet."
"She got nice ones."
"Hey," Buddy said, "I got your bedroom, right?"
"You get gizzem on my bed I'm gonna make you eat it with a spoon."
"We'll do it on the floor."
"You got class."
"Yeah, I'm elegant," said Buddy.
Buddy put records on Richie's record player and turned out the light. Despie almost pulled him down on top of her. Buddy excitedly started grinding, and she groaned appreciatively.
"Buddy?" She tapped him on the back and whispered huskily, "Get me a glass of water."
"Huh?"
"I'm thirsty."
"Yeah ... wh ... yeah." He stood up, his shirt half out of his pants, his hair messed up. He padded to the bathroom, took a piss, and brought Despie a glass of water. Despie put the glass on the floor.
"I thought you wanted water."
She took his hand and placed it between her legs.
"Jesus God!" Despie was naked. Buddy had never been with a naked girl before. She unbuttoned his shirt as he sat paralyzed, his hand frozen where she placed it. "Are you a virgin?" he whispered. She didn't answer but started on his pants. " 'Cause if you are, don't be scared." She pulled down his shorts and caressed his hard-on. "I don't got no bags but I'll pull out before I come." She put an arm around his neck, slid under him, and with her other hand guided his prick. The moment he was in, he came a bucket.
Early the next morning, Buddy lay in his own bed thinking about Despie. He looked at his alarm clock. Five-thirty. He got up, went into the kitchen, and dialed her number. He prayed her parents wouldn't answer. The phone rang four times; he was about to hang up when she answered.
"Hello?"
"Despie?" he whispered.
"Who's this?"
"Buddy."
"Whassamatter?" Her voice was thick with sleep.
"Nothin'. I just wanna talk."
"Wha' time is it?"
"I dunno, about two."
"Whadya wanna talk about?"
"I dunno. I miss you."
"That's nice."
"Do you miss me?"
"...yeah."
There was dead silence for a minute.
"Despie?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I come over?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Now."
"Now? Everybody's sleeping."
"I gotta talk to you."
Another silence.
"O.K."
"See you soon." He hung up, got dressed, took his father's car keys, and drove over to her house. She was waiting for him on the porch. "Hi."
"Hi." She wore a quilt bathrobe and a kerchief over rollers.
"Let's go inside," she whispered, taking his hand and guiding him up the steps to her room. "Don't talk out loud. You'll wake them up." She closed the door, and they lay on the bed.
"I missed you, Despie."
"Me too."
"It was a good date."
"I had a good time."
Sitting up, he took off his coat and shoes. She lifted the cover, and he slipped in, right up next to her.
"Despie?"
"Yeah?"
"That was numero uno for me."
Another silence.
"Me too."
"Did it hurt?"
"A little."
"I tried not to hurt you ... did you have an orgasm?"
"I don't know."
"Whadya mean?"
"I dunno ... I couldn't tell."
"Did it feel good?"
"Yeah."
"I came pretty quick."
"That's O.K."
"I won't come so quick next time."
"It's O.K."
"That was your first time?"
"I told you yeah."
"Did you bleed?"
"I didn't look."
A light went on in the hallway. Slippers shuffled toward Despie's door. Buddy jumped out of bed and hid in the closet. A soft knock. Despie pretended she was asleep. Her mother opened the door, poking her head into the room. "Despie?"
She peered into the darkness for a moment, then softly closed the door. Twenty minutes later Buddy came out of the closet. Despie was fast asleep.
The next day in Big Playground Buddy was moody and quiet. He couldn't play basketball or join in with the every minute bullshitting. Thinking of Despie made him miserable. He thought of her with intense longing, yet there was
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