Allison

Allison

By Thomas Blaine
(thomasblaine@yahoo.com)

What they say is true, you will always remember your first time. Her name was Allison and she was a junior at Fairview High School, one of five high schools in my hometown. I was a freshman at Lake Clarke, a rival school.

Allison and I met during a mixer at my high school in the fall of 1994. She was there with a group of friends, most of them LC students. I went to get a pop during one of the songs I didn’t like and ended up waiting in line behind her. The dollar she tried was too wrinkled so she asked me if I had a crisp one. I opened my billfold, handed her one, and we began talking.

We sat off to the side of the gym for several minutes getting to know each other. I asked her to dance when the DJ played a slow song and when the mixer ended at midnight, we’d spent the entire evening dancing together. After the dance, we exchanged phone numbers and said we’d keep in touch. I figured nothing would come of it and I’d probably never see Allison again.

For a month and a half, Allison and I didn’t have any contact. Then, the first week of the Christmas break, she called me to say "hi." We talked for a couple hours and she invited me to come caroling with her youth group later that week. I went and had a great time. A friendship formed between Allison and I that cold winter night as we walked through a retirement community singing Christmas carols. Although no romantic feelings appeared, I knew that I’d like to get to know Allison better.

Over the next few months, we started going places together as friends. Sometimes we went by ourselves, other times with a group. We hung out at Northriver Mall and went to movies and symphony concerts (she was a rare teenager who liked to go to events with some culture).

Both of us were seeing other people when we started hanging out together. Then, in the middle of April, Allison broke up with her boyfriend. She called me that Saturday night right after it happened. We got together that night and talked for hours; I held Allison in my arms as she cried. I realized I had feelings for her at that moment, but I knew better than to take advantage of her the vulnerable state she was in. After that night, Allison and I grew even closer.

A few weeks later, Allison and I went to the movies with a group of her friends. While she drive me home afterwards, we parked on a portion of High Drive with a fantastic view of the valley below. We talked for half an hour before Allison said something that I wanted her to say, but was afraid to hear: she confessed that she had romantic feelings for me. Allison said that she though about me constantly and talked to her friend about how much she wished we were dating.

I didn’t know what to say; I still had a girlfriend. I knew that if I weren’t dating someone else I would have asked her out long ago. However, I couldn’t let anything happen between us. I wanted to, but I just couldn’t.

She leaned over and kissed me, but I didn’t kiss her back.

"I’m sorry," I said, placing my hand against her cheek. "I can’t do this."

Allison was silent for a moment before offering a slight smile.

"I know," she whispered, then repeated even softer, "I know."

We didn’t say a word to each other as she drove me home. I wanted so much to tell her what I felt. God, the urge to take her in my arms and kiss her deeply and passionately was almost overwhelming. Somehow I kept control of myself and remained silent.

Allison and I didn’t talk for almost two weeks, but then I broke up with my girlfriend and called her than night. My girlfriend gave me some lame excuse that our relationship was too restrictive and she wanted her freedom. I didn’t put up much of an argument. I was devastated, but somehow, I couldn’t protest.

Allison picked me up and we went out to talk. We found a secluded place in the bushes at Cliff Park, spread out a blanket, and sat and talked for hours. I was the one in pain this time and Allison wrapped her arms around me. We talked about everything that night – at least it seamed like it. Our conversations always shot back and forth between topics.

We learned a lot about each other as we sat in Cliff Park. I learned that her dad was a Captain in the Air Force who was stationed at the air base west of town. He was being transferred to New Mexico in a few months, meaning that Allison would be leaving soon. Her family wasn’t sure when they would have to move, but I knew that I didn’t want Allison to leave. We had become so close in such a short time that I couldn’t imagine myself without her.

A week later, I asked Allison to be my girlfriend while we walked through Riverside Park. It seemed natural to be dating Allison, as if we were meant for each other. We spent the entire day together and went up to the athletic fields a few blocks south of my house that evening. There, we sat in the empty stands and made out beneath the stars. It was the middle of May and the evenings were still rather cold. Allison wore my leather jacked to keep warm.

The following weekend, Allison and I doubled-dated with her sister and her sister’s boyfriend and went to a mixer at Fairview High School. Her sister was twenty-two and had her own apartment, but she was dating a nineteen-year-old senior at Fairview. Allison and I spent most of the dance in each other’s arms and kissing.

About forty-five minutes into the dance, her sister, Mary, said that she and John wanted to go somewhere else. Allison and I agreed and, with our arms around each other, followed Mary and John out to John’s car. We drove around for half an hour as Mary and John argued about where to go. Allison and I didn’t mind. We spent the time making out the back seat.

Finally, they decided to go back to Mary’s apartment on the north side of town. I didn’t know what was going to happen that night, but I knew I was going to like it. As we sat in the back seat of John’s car and kissed, her hand slid between my legs and mine went up her shirt.

Almost as soon as we got back to Mary’s apartment, the girls disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door. John laughed and said, "Girl stuff," before walking into Mary’s bedroom and closing the door. I sat down on the couch, pulled out the paperback book I always kept in the inside pocket of my leather jacket, and started reading. I got through a few pages before Allison came back into the room.

"Miss me?" she asked with a smile.

"Of course," I replied.

Allison walked over a sat down next to me on the couch.

As we kissed, all the possibilities of what could happen that night flashed through my mind. I didn’t know which one of them would become reality, but I couldn’t think of anything that I would rather do than spend as much time holding Allison as I could. Her lips tasted sweet as we kissed and I felt the warmth of her breasts pressed tight against my chest as I held her close.

Allison gently pushed my back against the arm of the couch and unbuttoned my silk shirt. I stared to protest, some nagging voice in the back of my head told me it was a mistake to go where it looked like we were going. Allison would be leaving me soon, after all. But I suppressed that voice, telling myself that we needed to make the most of the moments we had together before it was too late.

She ran her warm hands over my bare chest as I reached up and unbuttoned her green silk shirt, untucking it and sliding it off her shoulders. A dark red bra covered her breasts. I had touched her breasts before, but I had never noticed how large they were. As I palmed her breasts and massage them in gentle circles, she unbuttoned my slacks and brought her head down towards my fly.

My ex girlfriend had given me oral sex before, but she wasn’t very good at it. She just sealed her lips and sucked away. Allison’s touch was gentler. She closed her warm lips around the tip and licked the pre-ejaculate that had begun to emerge. She took only the tip of my penis into her mouth at first and then pulled it out. Then she took it in a little deeper and sucked a little harder, all the while her tongue ran in circles around the tip and her fingers ran up and down the lower half of my penis, which wasn’t in her mouth. I felt the orgasm building up inside me and the muscles in my penis kept contracting involuntarily. Allison noticed this and slid her head back, pulling my penis from her mouth.

"Why’d you stop?" I asked. I had never ejaculated in someone’s mouth before and was hoping I could experience that with Allison.

"We don’t want to spoil things yet," she said with a devious smile. She pulled my boxers back up and buttoned the fly.

I sat up and made Allison lie back on the couch. I lay on top of her for a few minutes while we made out. My hands went behind her back and unfastened her bra. She pulled it off and dropped it on the floor next to her shirt; I removed my shirt.

I massaged her breasts for a while before I started kissing them. I gently pinched her nipples in my lips and used my tongue to play with them. One of my free hands slid down her stomach and unbuttoned her skirt, making it easier to slid my fingers into her panties and find the warmth and wetness of her vagina. Allison was very wet down there as I slid my fingers between the lips of her labia and against her clitoris. She gasped with pleasure as my fingertips lingered there. After a few seconds of teasing her, I slid my middle finger into her vagina and Allison gasped again. I stroked her gently, sliding my fingers in and out and felt her muscles tense and release.

"This couch opens out into a bed," Allison whispered into my ear.

I wasn’t sure what kind of response she was looking for. I nodded my head and said, "if you want to."

Allison smiled.

"I want to very much."

We stood up, both of us naked above the waist, and pulled the cushions off the couch. I moved the coffee table out of the way and Allison pulled out the bed. It already had sheets and blankets, but no pillows. That didn’t matter, though, I had a feeling we weren’t going to be doing much sleeping.

As Allison straightened out the blankets, I approached her from behind, wrapped my arms around her, and kisser her neck. She leaned her head back onto mine as I caressed her breasts with one hand while the other slid back down her stomach and into her panties. Finally, I pushed her panties off and let the fall to the floor around her ankles. She turned around, fully naked, and wrapped her arms around me. I unbuttoned my slacks and let the fall to the floor. My boxer shorts were the only clothing between the two of us.

Allison and I fell back on the bed and I lay full on top of her. The bulge of my penis through my shorts slid into the groove between her legs and we rocked our hips back and forth, simulating the motions of sex. I had only come this far before. The last time I was in a similar situation, it had been the wrong time of the month and my girlfriend didn’t want to go any farther. I wonder what would have happened if our timing was better. But that didn’t matter at that moment. The only thing that mattered was how close Allison and I were to each other.

"I want you inside of me," Allison whispered as she nibbled on me ear.

"I don’t know if we should," I said. "I don’t know if I’m ready."

Allison rolled over, forcing me onto my back, and she lay with her head and hands on my chest.

"There’s a way to find out," she said. "Sex is all about self control, that’s what proves we’re able to handle it."

"So what do we do?" I asked.

"If we can lie next to each other, naked, in the same bed and not do anything, then we have the self control to prove that we’re ready."

It all made sense to me. Allison wasn’t a virgin so I figured that she knew what she was talking about. Of course, she could have said anything at that moment and it wouldn’t have made sense. My mind was focusing on other things at the time. Looking back, I can see the flaw in her logic, but I didn’t notice it as we lay there, almost naked, in the bed in her sister’s apartment.

"Ok," I said. "Let’s try it."

Allison kissed me and rolled over to grab something from the table next to the couch. It was a condom. I didn’t see her set it down when she came in, but I guess she got it from her sister when they disappeared into the bathroom earlier.

"Just in case," she explained. I pulled off my boxer shorts and she ripped open the wrapper and rolled the condom down over my penis. She did it like she had done this several times before.

For the next few minutes, we lay next to each other in silence. Then my hand touched hers and we held each other’s hands. A few minutes later, my arm was around her, then we were lying on our sides with our legs tangled together.

Finally, before I realized what was going on, I was lying on my back and Allison sat over my waist with her hands on my penis. She rocked her hips back and forth and I felt the warmth of the entrance to her vagina through the condom against my penis. Finally, by sliding her hips back, my penis slid inside her.

I had never spent much time wondering what my first time having sex would be like but, for some reason, I always assumed that I would be the one on top. The Missionary Position, as that was called. I never had thought about doing it with my partner on top. To this day, I prefer to have the woman on top. I guess it’s a sentimental attachment to my first time.

Allison rocked her hips back and forth and I moved mine up and down, the combined movements sliding me deeper inside her and back out again. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure of sex rush over my body like a wave. It was a fantastic sensation, feeling her warm, wet vagina tight around my erect penis.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Allison. Her body was silhouetted against the blue-green light coming through the curtains behind her. I could make out the gentle curve of her hips and the two firm breasts above her abdomen. Her long, red hair fell gracefully over her arched shoulders, half of it hanging behind her back and half covering her breasts to just below the nipples. I will always remember that image of Allison. She was so beautiful.

I slide my hands along her thighs and up her abdomen to her breasts. She slid her hands down to where we were joined and ran her fingers from her body onto my penis and back again. In that moment, I felt as if we had given up our individual bodies and became one flesh.

The orgasm built up inside of me again and fought it back, wanting the sensation to last as long as possible. Allison slid her fingers over her clitoris and tried to bring herself closer to climax. As we got closer it became harder and harder to fight the orgasm back. Part of me just wanted to erupt inside of Allison, another part wanted the pleasure to continue and never stop. That exhilaration just before the orgasm is breathtaking.

Finally, I couldn’t fight it back any longer and the hot semen shot out of my penis and filled the tip of the condom. Allison felt it and gasped with pleasure the same time I did. Every muscle in my body tightened as my penis contracted again, releasing more semen. During the orgasm, it seemed as if every nerve in my body became more sensitive and I felt everything with greater intensity. I opened my eyes to find the pupils had dilated all the way, making everything brighter. My heart raced and my lungs heaved as I took in deep breaths.

Allison reached a climax shortly after I did. Her body tightened around me, squeezing more semen into the condom. At one point, I her heart was beating so heavily felt her pulse with my penis in her vagina.

"Oh, God!" she gasped.

"That was incredible," I replied.

Allison leaned forward and we rolled onto our side, with my penis still inside of her. As we basked in the afterglow of the orgasm, we laid with our bodies tangled together. We didn’t say a word. Neither of us needed to.

Still naked and joined together, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

At about five the next morning, we woke up as John came out of Mary’s bedroom, still putting his shirt on.

"Come on," he said. "I need to get loverboy there home."

I didn’t want to leave Allison, but knew I had to. We dressed, closed the bed back into a couch, and walked out to John’s car. Allison rode in the back with me. We held each other tight. Allison and I had shared something special and all I wanted to do was hold onto her for the rest of my life.

Three weeks later, Allison and her parents moved to New Mexico so her dad could begin his new assignment in the Air Force. We spent the night before she left together, holding each other and crying. I loved her. For the first time in my life, I was in love. I would have done anything to spend the rest of my life with her. I knew that she would come back from time to time, especially with her sister still living there, but saying "good bye" was the hardest thing I ever had to do.

We kept in touch with each other once she settled down in New Mexico. For the first week, we talked on the phone every night. After that, we started sending letters every week. Both of us knew that a relationship wouldn’t work with her in New Mexico and me in Washington, but we took comfort knowing that if we were meant to be together, our paths would cross again some day.

The following October, I got a phone call from a friend of Allison’s in New Mexico. Allison was walking home from a party with a group of friends when a drunk driver raced around a corner and plowed straight through the group. Two girls broke their legs and one broke her arm. Allison, however, wasn’t as lucky. Being in the middle of the group, she was hit hardest. She was alive, but in a coma and in critical condition. It was still too early for the doctor’s to tell whether she would survive or not.

For a week and a half, I was on the phone every night with someone in New Mexico, finding out how Allison was. Unfortunately, her condition got worse by the hour. Her head had been hit hard and if she survived, she would probably have brain damage. She wouldn’t be much more than a vegetable.

After what must have been a long, difficult decision, her family decided it was best to end the life support. I wished I could have been there with Allison, but it was impossible for me to get down there. My absence would create to many holes and cause to many problems.

Right at the end, Allison regained consciousness and looked around the room. She asked where I was but no matter how many times her family told her, she couldn’t understand that I wasn’t there and I wasn’t going to be there. Asking where was I were the last words Allison said before dying.

I don’t remember crying as hard as I did when I learned that Allison was dead. I was in shock for several days and had to miss school. It took me a while, but I made it through the pain and returned to my life as normal. It took a lot of effort to go through each day.

There are times I would give anything to have her back. I loved her so much, and I love her still. When I close my eyes, I can see her sweet face circled by her curly red hair.

And I’ll always remember how she looked that April night we spent together, when she was silhouetted against the window. I’ll never forget her.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to living persons or actual events is entirely coincidental. This story may not be redistributed without permission from the author.