Holidays

He gave me a sly look "Just what have you done? I want the details!" I gave him some advice that some guys never learn. "You never, EVER say a word to anybody else what you have or haven't done with a girl.

If you do, you'll lose her in a heartbeat. I know we're friends and all but word WILL get out if you open your mouth. Say the wrong thing and her reputation is shot and so is yours. Not only will she never talk to you again but no other girl will either."

He thought for a minute before responding. "I can see that. I'm sorry I asked. I was kind of hoping to get some pointers."

I laughed "dude, I already told you all you need to know. Another thing though. If you should see or hear anything tomorrow that makes you think you know what we're up to, forget it. We'll do the same for you, O.K.?"

He was a bright shade of red as he agreed. "Sure thing, see you tomorrow!"

I think Beth and I were at least as nervous as Mark and Janelle when we got to my house. We wanted their first time to be as good as possible. Being alone with a real bed and privacy was a good start. It would already put them in the top ten percent.

We went upstairs as soon as we arrived and went to our separate rooms. There was a connecting door between them which made Beth a little subdued. She was afraid we'd get too loud. She looked up at me when we were alone and said "let's wait a bit first.

I want to make sure they're busy before I scare them off! I don't want Janelle to think I'm in pain or something. I'm really worried about her anyway, with her dad being a Baptist preacher and everything. She's probably had all that fire and brimstone crap shoved at her for her entire life."

I told her not to worry and that Janelle seemed like someone smart enough to make up her own mind about what was good and what was evil.

"I hope you're right" Beth said "but in the mean time I have an evil idea that's not too noisy."

She undressed me slowly, nibbling and kissing everything she uncovered. When she started tonguing my engorged cock I pulled her up from her knees. I laughed at her look of disappointment.

"One of us is overdressed" I said. After taking care of that problem I laid her on the bed and kissed her while caressing her slender body. When she was panting and moaning sufficiently I worked my way down to her perfect little pussy and gave it a long slow lick and finished by sucking her engorged clit between my lips and giving it a workout.

She was trying to stay quiet, while I was enjoying her discomfort. Finally I relented and made a suggestion. "I know how we can have fun and keep the noise down."

She asked how, and I said with a smile "It's impolite to scream with your mouth full."

She squealed "it is, isn't it!" She tackled me and got in position in less than a second. I latched both hands onto her amazing ass and proceeded to munch. It didn't take long for Beth to join in.

I only lasted until she had cum three times though. Let me tell you, it's not easy to hold back with your dick clamped in a moaning, screaming mouth! The only noise we made is when she squealed as I grabbed her around the waist and spun her around for a long deep kiss.

When we broke apart panting, Beth licked her lips and smiled. "They should bottle that! We taste great together!" I had to agree.

As we laid there quietly in the afterglow we began to notice some familiar sounds coming from next door. We were so curious that we couldn't help moving closer to listen.

It sounded like Janelle wasn't as inhibited as Beth had feared. The bed in that room was a standard full-sized one with box springs that either weren't as quiet as I thought or were getting some unaccustomed action.

Over the noise they were making we could hear Janelle semi-screaming "OH MY! WHAT'S HAPPENING! I'M... I'M GOING TO OH SHIT OH MY GOD!... MARRRK!" Those springs were really humming now, and we heard Mark say "OOH BABY!" as he evidently lost control. I smiled and looked at Beth. "I'm proud of them. It sounds like they got it right the first time!"

We were sitting at the table when they stumbled down the stairs hand in hand. Both had a look of stunned wonderment about them. Janelle gave Beth a hug, then pulled me to my feet and gave me a bigger one along with a kiss that I was afraid would make Mark very angry.

She finally released me and said "I'm sorry but I had to do that and I hope nobody gets mad at me. Without you what I just experienced might never have happened.

I thought about what you said the other day about religion and it made so much more sense than what my dad spouts it was ridiculous! When two people express their feelings for each other no one is harmed. On the other hand if you hold those feelings in or deny them two people are frustrated and miserable. You've made me very happy!"

Mark laughed "Me too, but don't expect a kiss!"

The next day we played our first little league game and it was a blast. Mark was doing pretty well and I was trying to keep a low profile. This proved to be difficult as our pitching wasn't that great. I had hit one home run, a triple, and two doubles in order to keep us in the game. We were losing 10-9 in the bottom of the ninth with men on first and second with one out and me at bat.

Their pitcher was pretty upset with me at this point, as he had yet to get me out. I was afraid he'd walk me because our fifth place batter hadn't been doing too well.

It turned out he had worse ideas than that. I had to drop straight down on my back to keep from getting hit in the head on the first pitch. The Umpire caught on to what was up pretty quick and warned the pitcher and the other teams' coach.

I figured after that he'd settle for the walk but I was pissed. I counted on the next one being low and away, so when he started his delivery I moved forward in the box.

When I got the pitch I expected I hit a golf shot straight back up the middle, caroming off of nasty boys' shin and into the outfield. To add insult to injury I made it a point to stop at first so I hit for the cycle against him. The other two runners scored easily while the idiot was writhing in pain on the mound.

After the celebration the coach pulled me aside and told me "I don't know if you did that on purpose or not but I will say that it's never right to intentionally injure someone."

I explained to him that while it was painful to take a line drive off the leg it was more painful to take a fastball in the head and that I hoped their pitcher would re-evaluate his strategy in the future. He agreed with a smile that it would probably make him give it some thought next time.

April 30th. I had expected to spend times like these alone, as I always had before. It was nice to have company this time. May Eve is an ancient Germanic holiday that marked the last day of winter. It also marked the last night that Odin hung from Yggdrasill (the great cosmic Ash tree).

Odin had a noose around his neck for nine nights between April 22 and April 30, pierced with his own spear as a sacrifice in order to master the nine mighty rune spells. I was glad it fell on a Friday this year.

I asked my parents if I could camp out in the woods and they gave me permission. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence the first time around. I usually had less interesting company though.

We spent a couple of hours talking after setting up the tent and changing into comfortable robes before meditating for an even longer time.

At midnight, we started the bonfire to welcome the first day of summer, or May Day. We made love in its reflected light that was almost as intense as the heat of the flames.

We never did use that tent and in the morning when we walked home both of us admitted feeling much closer to each other than we had the day before. It was hard to leave Beth when I dropped her off even knowing we'd see each other later that day.

Things were progressing well on the financial front. The bets that I suggested (and placed) had all panned out and our growing stock portfolio was doing really well, which surprised me a little. I could only remember which companies had done well from the news reports I had seen. It's a good thing I always watched the 6 O'clock news and read the paper when I was this age.

We had picked out a house close to my favorite old neighborhood and had begun having some renovations done so there wouldn't be any construction going on to bother us. We had lived in a couple of other places before this the first time around but it was around the time my "stupid side" had emerged. I got us evicted from both places with my behaviour. This spot was chosen because I honestly hated the other two.

I had also figured out how to do some rudimentary "mind reading" but could only pick up surface thoughts and trying to influence people only gave me a headache but what I COULD do came in handy more than once with the house and several other areas.

My mom had her surgery scheduled for just after the move so she could recuperate in the new house and have someone to help care for her. At first Al and I were worried that she put it off until then but after the folks told us that mom was putting her notice in at work and I told Al the surgery would still be sooner than the last time we figured she'd be OK.

My parents' room overlooked the Ohio River and our private dock, where she could enjoy the scenery while she healed. My brother (and parents) surprised me by letting me have the apartment over the 3 car garage.

When I tried to protest that Al should get it he just looked at me and said "not only are you the reason we have the house but you'll be there more often than I will and can make better use of it. It makes perfect sense for you to have it. Besides, I have the whole basement and it's almost the same setup."

Mom and dad did remind me that this did not mean that I didn't still have the same responsibilities I always had. I told them I was more than happy with the arrangement but made them put in an intercom between the house and apartment, complete with an outdoor speaker/buzzer arrangement so mom could always get my attention if she needed anything.

They liked the idea and also let me set up a gym in one room. I didn't tell them the reason I wanted it of course.

When I had taken care of my mother on my first pass through I got no exercise. This, coupled with my previous shyness had resulted in me moving from skeletal to obese in short order. It took me three years to lose the weight and they were not happy ones. I was determined that it wouldn't happen again.

These things along with the fact that I already knew which people would be friends and which to avoid were the good things. Leaving my other friends and lover would be the bad.

I did my best to put the move out of my mind and concentrated on making us rich. It wasn't that hard to do. I had dad get a Wall Street Journal subscription for me to help with picking and trading stocks.

I also had pop placing bets regularly, staying focused on football, baseball, and racing. I had always been a sports nut and remembered the results of every one I had followed.

I knew it was weird for this to happen but I was having too much fun to care. Anything I had seen, I could remember. It only took a month before no bookie in the city would take a bet from dad because he never lost a single wager. There was a way around this. He became a frequent weekend traveler to Vegas and Atlantic City.

The future held even more possibilities.

I couldn't wait until states started running lotteries. I used to play them and remembered the winning numbers of the ones I had "donated" my money to.

We won our little league title and Mark and I both made the all-stars. Beth became almost a daily visitor at my house and was a frequent camping partner. Mid-Summer (Summer solstice) was even more intense than the May Eve trip.

My parents and Al all liked Beth a lot but because of moms' "early retirement" I lost some of my privacy. Finally out of sheer frustration, I recruited Mark and the girls for a project.

The place we camped was a huge park close by that was mostly dense forest. With the help of prior knowledge and the necessary funds we constructed a cabin deep within the woods.

We sealed it tight and managed to lug a couple of kerosene heaters out to it for the winter. With only one room I suppose it was inevitable that we would become even closer. I was surprised at how close that turned out to be.

We started out with a blanket draped down the middle of the one room and the sounds we shared eventually became too much for four curious (and horny) people. It was actually Janelle who suggested we didn't really need it.

Beth and I had started using condoms when we weren't alone because we couldn't think of an excuse not to that wouldn't make us sound crazy. Now I was happy about it. I wouldn't want those two thinking they weren't necessary.

Mark and Janelle learned things that most people don't experience until they're in their twenties (if then). Each thing they saw Beth and I do, they had to try. I didn't mind checking Janelle out either. She was a lot shorter than Beth but her figure was well ahead of schedule.

When Beth caught me ogling her for the hundredth time or so she suggested we trade partners. She later explained that Janelle had asked her if she would mind.

The only problem we had was my much larger equipment. It fit Beth just fine but wouldn't all fit in Janelle. Once she tried being on top she was hooked. She quickly learned the technique of rubbing her clit on my pubes when she hit bottom and was in heaven. After that she wanted it doggie style and seemed to like that almost as well.

Mark wasn't going to complain, that's for sure. Besides a willing and pretty change of pace he got Beth's added talent. She had been doing Kegel exercises every since her return and used her muscular dexterity very well.

Actually, it was too well for Mark at first. As soon as he felt Beth's pussy start its' milking routine he lost it. Eventually he did get better. It was a good thing he did because Janelle was a fast learner and Beth was a good teacher.

All four of us ended up having a great time and it was a kick watching our girls get nailed by our best friend. Both of the aforementioned girls admitted it really got their motors running too.

They even spent Vetrnætr, which marked the beginning of the New Year and the beginning of winter on the Norse calendar with us in the cabin. Janelle only made it because her parents were visiting relatives on Halloween weekend.

Her father refused to acknowledge a holiday "devoted to the Devil". October 31st also fell on a Friday that year and we spent one of the "stolen festivals" of mine and Beth's shared religion happier than any trick-or-treater ever dreamed of.

Camping was out of the question on Yule. It was ten degrees on December 21st and my parents didn't know about the cabin. They did surprise me by letting Beth stay overnight but I think they believed she planned on using the spare bedroom.

We would have spent every day in our little retreat if we could have but there were other responsibilities to attend to. I introduced Mark to all of my customers so he could take over my business and we began another little league season.

I could only play a few games before it was time to say goodbye. My coach told me he had contacted the local little league where I was moving and given me a glowing recommendation, almost assuring me a spot on a team.