It was Robyn Berry's first day at Mountain View High School. Her father's company had transferred her family to Denver, Colorado, during the summer and Robyn hadn't yet had a chance to meet any of the other juniors in her class.
She felt a little nervous walking around campus, not knowing anyone; being a stranger was an unpleasant change from her old school where she'd be the popular one.
That first day dragged on until the final bell rang, when all the kids hit the doors in a torrent of noise, running and yelling as they left the school day behind them. Robyn had been a little surprised at the casual attitudes and unruly behavior that she'd come across during that first day at her new school.
Having spent the first two years of high school at St. Mary's Catholic School in Freeport, New York, she was used to much closer supervision during school hours. She'd seen boys kissing girls in the halls, and several couples had been embarrassingly intimate with each other right there in front of everybody.
Robyn wasn't sure if she was going to fit in; so many things here made her feel uncomfortable and out of place.
As she walked toward the parking lot, thinking these thoughts, she was startled by a loud noise behind her. She spun around, her heart pounding, and saw two boys running toward her as if wild dogs were after them.
One boy grabbed her arm and, breathing heavily, whispered urgently, "Pretend we've been walking together!"
He pulled off his jacket and shoved it under her arm. Then, without another word, and firmly holding on to her arm, he started to leave the campus grounds.
Meanwhile the boy with him had done the same thing with another girl, just a few feet away from her.
Suddenly a school security guard came running around the corner of the building, yelling, "Anyone see two boys running past here?" He looked directly at Robyn and the boy with her, then at the other boy and girl.
Robyn's companion said, "Yeah, two guys jumped the fence over there just before you came round the corner; they were really going fast." He pointed to the wrought iron fence about 100 feet away. Then he hugged Robyn to him making it appear that they were a couple and asked, "What did you want them for?" But the only guard mumbled something about vandalism, and stalked off.
Robyn had been in a mild state of shock the whole time, standing there with her knees trembling, not knowing what to do or say. She knew that if the man had asked her any questions, she wouldn't have been able to utter a word. When he had gone back into the school, however, she started to get mad.
How dare this boy use her like that! How dare he! She shook herself free from his grip and turned to face him. "You're one of those vandals he was talking about, aren't you?"
As she spoke, she noticed for the first time what he looked like; she had been too frightened before. He was several inches taller than she was - probably 5'7" or 8" - and really quite handsome. He had black hair, in a kind of Elvis-Presley-unkempt style, and very dark brown eyes. She also noticed his lips, liking the way they curled at the edges.
But his looks didn't change a thing, as far as involving her in his little prank were concerned. "Do you always go around grabbing strange girls, and involving them in your problems?" she said sternly. She shot him a withering stare. "Not very manly to hide behind a woman, is it?"
He just stood there, quietly looking at her. All at once his eyes lit up and his face broke into an attractive smile. He held his hand out as if to shake hands and said, "Pardon me, beautiful. If I'd realized it was you, I'd have done anything to keep you out of it, honest.
"I'm Max, and that scruffy-looking dude over there is Jerry. We got into a little trouble back there, but it wasn't our fault, honest. I get in trouble all the time because I say it like it is, and the football team doesn't like me for it."
Feeling somewhat less miffed now, Robyn asked, "What do you mean, 'telling it like it is'?"
The other boy and girl had come over to them by now and stood waiting for Max to answer. He said, "You can call me a smart-ass, I guess. I'm always pointing out the obvious, like what a bunch of losers the football players at this school are. For some reason they seem to take offense at that." He flashed that smile again.
Now he introduced Jerry's girlfriend, whose name was Kelly, and invited Robyn to the Phoenix, a cafe where, apparently, all the kids hung out after school.
Robyn, though, had had as many new experiences as she could take for one day, and excused herself. But Max refused to let her walk home alone, so eventually she let him walk by her side all the way to her house.
That evening at dinner Robyn got the third degree. Her parents were conscientious about their only child and wanted to make sure she was both safe and happy. In short, they wanted to know everything that went on in her young life.
"Robyn, how were things at school today?" her father asked, serving himself a portion of casserole.
Robyn didn't want to complain about the school and couldn't tell her parents about how she really felt, because she really didn't want to be sent to another Catholic School. She'd insisted on being allowed to attend a public school and if now she made the smallest complaint, or admitted how confused she was feeling, they'd probably transfer her to a private school so fast she wouldn't know what had happened.
So she smiled at her father. "Things were fine today, dad. I figured out how things work and I feel pretty good about the place."
Her mother just looked at her searchingly without saying a word.
Her father replied, "Well, you know, if things don't work out, you can always enroll at St. Bartholomew's. I hear their academic record is unparalleled in both mathematics and English literature, and you know how much you like those subjects."
"Yes, daddy, but things are working out just fine at Mountain View." She hoped she sounded confident.
After dinner, Robyn helped her mother clear the table.
As they were loading the dishwasher her mother said, "Robyn, you know that we love you and that we're proud of you. You've always been such a good girl and you're so smart. We trust you to make the right decisions." Having spoken her mind, she wiped her hands on the kitchen towel and turned to leave.
Robyn wasn't sure what her mother was trying to tell her, so she asked what she had meant by 'trusting her to make the right decisions'.
Her mother looked a little embarrassed and said, with a slight nervous stutter, "Baby, it's just that you've always lived in a protected environment and now that you're in a public school, in a strange city... well, I guess I worry about you." She sighed, and then concluded by saying, "I just hope you don't get hurt by anyone and that you meet nice people, that's all."
Robyn looked at the worry-lines etched on her mother's pretty face, and hugged her, reassuring her that she could take care of herself.
That night she couldn't sleep. She was nervous about school, and about Max, and Jerry, and Kelly, and the events of the day. Deep down inside she felt scared; so many things were different here. But she also felt excited.
She had really liked Max; he was so smooth (a term she and her girlfriends had always used for boys that looked dreamy). Fantasies involving a silver-clad knight on a white horse began their familiar swirl through her thoughts.
As she thought about Max, and what he'd be like as a boyfriend, Robyn began to brush her nipples with her fingers, soon making them erect. That fantasy was her favorite and Max fit the bill perfectly.
Although she would never consider sleeping with him, Robyn did have a healthy teenager's sex drive. A mental image of the handsome boy making love to her was all it took to make her lower one hand to work between her silken thighs.
A slow massage of her breasts and down-covered nest soon brought her a sweet comfortable orgasm. It was always the same; a 'dreamy boy' could always make her cum, at least they could in her imagination. Of course, she'd never do anything like that in real life; at any rate not until she was married and then, she knew, she'd want to do it every night.
She concentrated on that thought, which made her excited again and soon afterwards she experienced another, longer, more intense orgasm.
Eventually Robyn drifted off to sleep. Her last conscious thought was, 'let tomorrow take care of itself', and she had a fleeting image of her fantasy Max, naked and standing before her.
Her mother called out, "Robyn! You'd better get the lead out. You'll be late if you don't leave right now!"
Robyn wasn't quite ready to leave. She'd gotten up on time and eaten a fast breakfast, but she wasn't satisfied with her clothes. She had changed for the third time and she was still unhappy about how she looked. But time was running out and she had to leave for another stressful day at Mountain View High.
Going through the front door, she was stopped in her tracks by the sight of Max, standing almost exactly where she'd left him the night before.
It briefly occurred to her that he'd been standing there all night, but of course that was absurd.
"Hi beautiful! Sleep well?" Max smiled hugely.
Robyn looked into his eyes, trying to tell if he meant anything by that statement. Why would he mention her sleeping unless he'd "seen" her? No way! she thought uncomfortably.
She covered up her slight confusion by giving him her most brilliant smile. "Yes, Max, as always. Thanks for asking."
They walked to school together, Robyn trying to get information about the town and school, and Max trying to find out more about her. It was just a ten-minute walk, so neither got much of what they were after.
Robyn found out that the school revolved around football, and that the players were regarded as some kind of god-like beings who could do no wrong. She was told she'd probably like Mr. Stephens, their homeroom teacher, but probably not the principal, Mrs. Lucas.
Max found out very little, but he looked at her a lot. Robyn was 5'5", maybe 105 lbs - and beautiful. Max thought that the nickname he'd given her - "Beautiful"
really suited her. He knew that her hair was reallyblonde (no way could she fake those highlights); shehad a supple body and a graceful way about her. She wasdifferent from the other girls he'd known in town.
"Max! Are you listening to me?"
He started. He'd been walking beside this girl, drinking in her looks, but not listening to a word she was saying.
"Sorry. I guess I've got a lot on my mind. What were you saying?"
"Typical man! Why don't guys ever listen?" But she was smiling and not at all put out.
Max silently answered her question with the thought, 'Hard to hear you through those good looks, baby.'
School was going great. Robyn soon found that she would have no trouble with her studies. She was enjoying the challenge and even thought she might come out at the top of the junior class if she applied herself.
Things had developed with Max and his friends too, and Robyn was now part of the tapestry of daily life at Mountain View High.
After school she invariably ended up at the Phoenix and hung out for a couple of hours, but she always excused herself in plenty of time to get her homework done. Her social life and academic life were going great and her parents were happy for her.
The only cloud on her horizon was the rivalry between Max's faction, on the one hand, and Taylor Carry, the captain of the football team, and the football groupies', as Max called them, on the other.
There was constant conflict and real animosity, between these two groups of students. Robyn tried to stay friends with everyone, but one day some of the boys on the football team cornered Max and Jerry by themselves and beat them up.
Robyn was mad that they could get away with something like that and went to the principal, Mrs. Lucas, to complain. She was told in no uncertain terms that it was all Max's fault, and to mind her own business.
After that there was no love lost between Robyn and the football team captain. She knew that it was Taylor who had personally beaten up Max. Max made things worse by saying it didn't matter; that things like that happened in life.
This was the event that made Robyn change her direction in life.
Max looked like he was in a lot of pain as Robyn helped him home that afternoon, leaning on her shoulder as he limped up to his front door.
They entered the quiet house together and he yelled for his mother but got no reply.
"Damn! I forgot. She's at Aunt Lori's today. Thanks, beautiful. I'll take it from here," he said.
"There's no way I'm leaving you until you're tucked up in bed. I know you, Max. You'll sit around watching TV and eating potato chips all afternoon." She wouldn't listen to any arguments and led the way up the carpeted stairway. "You get out of those dirty clothes and into a robe and I'll get a hot bath going for you."
Max gave a long look at his very determined, very attractive girlfriend. Then he shrugged and limped into his bedroom to do what he'd been told.
Robyn didn't quite know how to look after Max, but her heart went out to him. She thought it might be her maternal instinct taking over, but she also felt kind of aroused by his obvious vulnerability. Seeing a Max who wasn't in complete control of the situation made her feel loving, and close to him.
She was testing the water running into the big bathtub when Max stepped up behind her. "Hey, beautiful, I really appreciate this."
Robyn turned round and was rewarded with a kiss and a brief hug.
In a rather husky voice she said, "You'd better get in while the water's hot."
Max was about to step into the tub, when Robyn pulled his robe down and away from his body, letting it drop to the floor. She couldn't stop herself. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but it seemed so right at that moment. She had to see for herself what damage had been done to his body. She also wanted to see if he measured up to her fantasy of him.
Max was startled as he felt his robe being pulled away. He'd expected Robyn to go and wait in the bedroom for him, or maybe in the hall outside, so they could talk. Her behavior seemed totally out of character.
Robyn looked into his eyes, then at the bruises on his neck and shoulders. Max felt something like an electric current run through his body when her gaze fell on his penis and he felt it stirring into life.
He quickly stepped into the big Jacuzzi-style tub and sat down in the hot, muscle-relaxing water. He stretched out full length, expelling an "Ahhhh," as he settled in. All his muscles soon relaxed - bar one.
Robyn still couldn't seem to help herself. Her eyes, as if by their own will, began to roam up and down Max's naked 'water magnified' body. She was amazed to find that he looked even better than she'd imagined. A boy's body could be beautiful to look at - muscley and brown, and so... different from a girl's.
The bruises were awkward intrusions into Robyn's fantasy, but they weren't that bad. She felt her face glowing hot with embarrassment when she realized that she'd been mostly staring at Max's erection and that he had been watching her as she looked at it. Her blood rushed through her veins at the sight of his swollen penis, magnified by the water.
She hadn't known quite what to expect, but to see him with an erection in front of her like that was beyond anything in her fantasies. He was beautiful. IT was beautiful!
Unable to speak, she knelt down beside the tub and continued to look at him, mesmerized by the sight of his naked body in the hot clear water.
Max, not knowing what else to do, began washing his shoulders in an awkward, self-conscious way.
Robyn realized that her staring made Max feel uncomfortable. Without a word she took the washcloth from his bruised hand and said, "I might as well be of some use. Lean forward, handsome and I'll wash your back."
Max painfully leaned forward and Robyn began gently washing his back. She dipped the cloth into the tub and ran the hot water over him, then swirled the cloth all over his shoulders and back.
Soon the cloth was dropped into the water and it was just her hands rubbing his back. 'Bare skin soapy skin on bare soapy skin,' she thought to herself as she rubbed away.
When she'd finished with his back, Max lay back in the tub and relaxed. They talked now about small things they'd both experienced, the kind of things couples share. Robyn knelt at the side of the tub washing his shoulders and chest, and Max luxuriated in the sensation of her hands on his skin and her eyes on his body. He'd never experienced anything quite like this before. He was surprised that it was such an intense feeling just to know that his beautiful girlfriend was looking at him.
He kept his eyes closed because he didn't think he could take the sight of her staring at him for too long. Then suddenly...
Max jumped when Robyn slid her hand down his chest, to his crotch.
"Wow! How about warning a guy!" Then, "Hmmmmm, that's nice, Robyn. Oh..."
She had run her hand down to Max's hard-on on an impulse. She'd been looking at it through the water, but the soap had begun to obscure it from view and the thought of what it would feel like to hold had become overpowering.
To her surprise it felt soft and silky. Robyn had never thought about what a boy's penis would feel like, but soft and silky wasn't what she would have expected. She cupped his testicles and gave them a light squeeze; she knew that boys were terribly sensitive there, so she was careful.
Then she ran her fingers up the shaft and closed them around the swollen head. "Mmmmm, Max, you feel heavenly," she said as she grasped his shaft again, this time a little harder and began to jack him. She knew about male masturbation, but only from books and she hoped she was doing it right.
Max lay like a live wire in the water. He didn't know where this would lead - he'd been totally surprised by Robyn's actions so far - but when she started to masturbate him, he was happy to just lie there with his eyes closed and let the electric sensations flow through his body.
As Robyn brought him closer to orgasm, Max considered the possibility that they might have sex. He had considered their relationship to be a platonic one, because of the modest way she always behaved, but new possibilities now crowded into his mind. He felt so good; he was cumming...
"Unggh... Ahhhhhhhhh, Robyn! Oh god Robyn... OH GOD! YES!"
She watched her fantasy sweetheart squirming in the water as she masturbated him. She couldn't believe how hot it made her to pleasure him with her hand like this. Her gaze became riveted even more firmly to his swollen penis as white jets of sperm began to shoot from its pinkish-purple cock-helmet (she giggled to herself at the description that had popped into her head).
The sight of him cumming was tremendously erotic. His body had been so tense that he'd raised him hips out of the water so that the first big spurt shot up and hit his chest; then smaller ones splattered onto his stomach. Then he relaxed his body and sank back into the water, making strings of his sperm at first float in the water and then begin to sink down around him.
Robyn noticed that a glob of Max's sperm had coated her fingers and without thinking about what she was doing, she brought her fingers to her lips (all the while looking into her boyfriend's eyes) and tentatively licked them.
Robyn thought it might taste funny, but was determined, in any case, not to make a face in front of Max. But in fact, it tasted okay; in her aroused state, it actually tasted quite sexy.
There was a moment of silence as they stared into each other's eyes, realizing what had just taken place between them. Then Max reached out for Robyn. "Why don't you come in the tub with me? There's plenty of room."
"I've got all my clothes on, silly. Besides, you're covered with bruises and need to rest."
Max smiled. "I feel like a million dollars, and anyhow, I want to return the favor."
Robyn was sorely tempted to undress then and there, but remembered she wasn't on the pill (she made a mental note to correct that situation). She knew that one thing would inevitably lead to another and then another and it all came back to pregnancy. "Max, I'd like to, but not now. Maybe another time, but..."
Max held her hand and was gently pulling her toward him. She had either to move forward or resist and she told herself she was afraid of hurting him.
The result was that she was slowly pulled into the tub of water to join Max. The sensation of being fully clothed in a bathtub of warm water was a new one for Robyn. Her clothes clung to her skin. She hadn't even taken off her shoes, and they were filling with water.
Max scooted over to one side of the big tub and she sank to her neck in the warm water beside him. Robyn absently noticed a little floating string of Max's sperm settle against her jeans-clad thigh.
Max was all action now; no longer just the passive recipient. He wanted to return the feelings that Robyn had given him, but realized he couldn't fuck her; he loved her too much to force that. It was going to be hard for him; because he was sure he could get her to do it if he really tried.
Robyn already felt warm and aroused by her recent experience and now her boyfriend's hand was massaging her breast through her blouse; tracing the shape of her nipple with his finger.
She felt she was in her personal fantasy, but now it was a boy doing it to her instead of herself. It felt... fantastic.
Her eyes flew open when Max's hand slipped into her blouse, and caressed her soapy breasts. 'God, that feels good!' she thought.
Max had become hard again but he tried to fight his urges. For the moment he just wanted to give Robyn an orgasm so he tried to keep that in mind as he began unbuttoning her blouse. Then it was her bra; and his lips fastened on her nipples - first one, then the other. Then his hand was pushing at her pants. Then it was inside her panties.
Robyn felt dimly that things were going too far and too fast, but she decided to do whatever Max wanted, because she loved him.
He pushed Robyn's wet panties down her smooth tanned thighs and started stroking her, and her fantasy was in full swing again. She began to wonder what it would be like to have Max between her legs; to have his big, swollen organ buried deep inside her.
As he began fingering Robyn's slit, he thought, 'I don't think I can stand this much longer.' Robyn was actually pushing herself onto his fingers, rubbing herself against him and encouraging him to move faster.
Her breathing came in ragged gasps as Max brought her ever closer and closer to orgasm. He reached out with his foot and flicked the drain on the tub. The water level began to drop and at the same time Max eased himself on top of Robyn's body.
Robyn gasped in momentary pain as Max's stiff penis penetrated her. The pressure of his body on top of hers pushed her down into the water that was draining from the bath. Her ears went under the water, while her face was still above it.
In that position she could no longer hear any sound. Her world became one of almost total silence as Max began to move inside her. The only thing she could hear was her own heartbeat pounding in her chest; the sound was internal, deafening. Every nerve in her body was taut as they thrashed about in the disappearing water, making love to each other in earnest.
It flashed through Robyn's brain like a rocket, 'We're doing it! We're really doing it!' She wasn't sure what to think; her thoughts just wouldn't become focused.
Max was thrusting in and out of her, and she pushed back against each thrust in an almost reflex action. She was fast approaching orgasm. Her mental image of Max on top of her and inside her was helping to push her toward a gigantic cum.
Max had tried, but just hadn't been able to stop himself. Robyn was just too beautiful, just too sexy looking and too willing, to allow him the control he wanted to show. And now that he felt her... Now that he was 'in' her, it was just too much.
With one final thrust, Max held himself firmly inside Robyn and emptied himself into his lovely bath-mate, making a low groaning sound as he came, his body jerking in time with each spurt from his dick.
The tub was nearly empty now and Max's groan was the first thing Robyn heard as her ears cleared the water. Her eyes were wide and she could feel him pulsing inside her. She realized what had occurred and made a whimpering sound as her lover's fulfillment triggered her own orgasm. Her beautiful body bucked uncontrollably under his as she reached the zenith of her own excitement.
Robyn tried to tell him how she felt, that she loved him and was glad that he had cum, but all she could say was, "Max, oh Max..."
Afterward, when they had regained their senses, both saw the funny side of lying bedraggled, in a bathtub tangled in each other's limbs and the remnants of Robyn's clothing. Robyn was the first to start giggling, then Max joined in and soon they were both laughing and hugging each other.
After a while, though, it was time to think about the possible consequences of what they had done and Max began to worry that he'd put Robyn in jeopardy. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean this to happen; honest I didn't."
Robyn was worried too, but she said, "I wanted it just as much as you did Max. If I didn't it wouldn't have happened." She tweaked Max's now flaccid penis. "But I have to get on the pill, because I want some more of this!"
She looked at it again and said, "Oh my! See how it grows! I guess I'd better dry off and put something on before we have a repeat performance."
They padded barefoot into Max's bedroom, wrapped in towels. Robyn put on Max's robe and went downstairs to dry her clothes in the laundry dryer and Max slowly dressed, thinking the whole time about Robyn's amazing body and the pleasure he'd had from it.