Part One

My name is Joseph Backstrom. I had never been intimidated by a girl in my young life until Marie Upper joined my sixth-grade class about three weeks into September of 1973. I had always thought of girls as classmates, nothing less and certainly nothing more. I’d invite them to my birthday parties. I’d chat with them in the schoolyard. I guess I considered all girls to be androgynous entities for the first decade of my life.

Then puberty walloped me just as the sixth grade was about to start. All of a sudden, the girls I had known for years suddenly took on a whole new dimension to me. Still, they didn’t scare me in the slightest with their burgeoning charms—until Marie entered the picture.

I can still remember that milestone day. My sixth-grade teacher, Mrs. Dinning, escorted Marie into Classroom #7, explained that she was now part of our class as her family had just moved into town, and asked us to welcome her with a big hello. I was happy to oblige because this girl was stunningly beautiful, especially for a preteen. I was still 11. My twelfth birthday would not arrive until March 1974, but I knew a pretty girl when I saw one. So did most of my male colleagues.

Marie was average height for a female her age. She had a very attractive face and a head of gorgeous chestnut-brown tresses that stopped just below her shoulders. She also had a figure. That set her apart from 90 percent of the other girls in the class. I hadn’t realized how flat-chested the rest of them were until I got a good look at what Marie Upper possessed. Very quickly, a punny joke circulated amongst the boys in the class: “I wonder if Marie’s lower is as good as her upper.” All we could do was laugh about her name, because we were all afraid to talk to her. As I mentioned, that was a first for me.

My school had students ranging from kindergarten to the eighth grade. As Marie grew, so did her best body parts. By the eighth grade, her body was awesome. Not only that, but she routinely dressed very nicely for an average school day. Marie always looked like she was on her way to a classy social engagement or a church service. She never wore frumpy clothes. I honestly admired her for her fashion sense. I never told her that, of course, because I never mustered the courage to speak to her. To me, she was out of my league. Frankly, she was out of every boy’s league.

Then one day in the spring of 1980, when we were in the twelfth grade and both of us were 18 years old, good fortune struck. Our math teacher, Mr. Dupris, gave our class an assignment that required us to work in pairs. Usually, we were allowed to select our own partners. For some reason, this time he pre-selected the pairs. My partner was the school’s sexpot, Marie Upper. I was thrilled—but still scared to death of this beauty queen.

The assignment had to do with statistics. As I recall, we had to gather official stats about something and use them to project what might happen in the future. Mr. Dupris gave us the last 15 minutes of class to meet with our partners and come up with some sort of plan. It was literally the first time I’d said a single word to Marie. I was pleased that she was all smiles when she sat beside me. She even told me that she had “lucked out” by getting me as her partner for this assignment. I wasn’t quite sure if that was because I was probably the best math student in the class or for reasons not connected with math at all. Either way, Marie’s offhand comment gave my male ego a boost.

For our project, I suggested that sports statistics were easily accessible and we could try to project how a dozen baseball players would do in the 1980 season based on their numbers from the previous three seasons. I was expecting Marie to veto that idea because I figured, like most girls, baseball and its statistics were foreign concepts to her. I was pleasantly wrong about that. She said her father was a big baseball fan. He had taught her the game and how to calculate batting averages. Marie even helped suggest the players whose stats we’d examine. They were all excellent choices! I was impressed. I was now only slightly scared to death of this beautiful young lady.

Part Two

The best part of that initial meeting was when Marie invited me to come to her house the next afternoon after school was dismissed to start working on our project. I couldn’t say yes fast enough. I learned that her house was only three blocks from the school. Mine was about a dozen blocks away. I told my parents that I’d be late coming home from school the next day, which would be a Tuesday. When I explained that I had been invited to Marie Upper’s house, my mother quickly asked, “Is Marie the extremely pretty girl in your class?”

I was surprised by the query. I confirmed Marie was indeed the prettiest girl in the in the whole school and had been for years. I curiously asked her how she knew that. I was quite sure I had never mentioned Marie Upper to either of my parents before. Mom said, “I remember her name from your class pictures.” In those days, if you bought school pictures of yourself, you got a free class photo comprised of individual head shots with each student’s name printed under his/her photo. Mom had somehow remembered that Marie was a looker just by seeing her from the neck up. Dad insisted on seeing the class photos for the past several years. Dad found Marie and quickly nodded his approval. When he cheekily asked how the rest of her looked, I gave him the thumbs-up signal. “We must invite her here sometime, Joseph, ” he said. “You know...just to be polite.” Mom gave him a dirty look. Dad just laughed at her.

The next day after school, I became extremely nervous at the mere thought of just walking the three blocks with Marie to get to her home. We chatted mostly about the math project, but I was more than pleasantly surprised when Marie slipped her hand into mine. I was absolutely not expecting that! What a thrill that was! I felt a rush of adrenalin as a peculiar sensation ran up and down my spine. I was thinking this had to be my lucky day. That would prove to be an accurate prediction.

Part Three

When we arrived at Marie’s house, the plan was for us to work for at least an hour on the math project, perhaps even 90 minutes. Those plans came crashing down quickly. Marie’s parents were surprised that she had brought home a guest. It wasn’t because I was unwelcome; it was because Marie had forgotten that she and her parents were going to her aunt’s birthday party in about half an hour.

“Oh, jeez! Is that party today?” she asked her mother, knowing full well the answer was yes. “I guess it slipped my mind.”

“Well,” said Marie’s mother, “we don’t have to leave for about 30 minutes, so you two still have half an hour to work on your project together. That way it won’t have been a totally wasted trip for Joseph to come here. By the way, Joseph, I’m glad to finally meet you. Marie talks about you quite a bit. I understand you are a very good student.”

“She does?” I asked incredulously. That amazed me, considering we’d never had a conversation in all the years we had been classmates until the two-person math project was assigned to us. I could see that Marie was blushing.

“Mom, that was supposed to be a secret,” she responded.

“I guess it’s not a secret anymore,” Mrs. Upper replied. “You two should go downstairs to the rec room for 30 minutes and see what you can get done.”

We descended the staircase. There was a perfect-sized table set up where we could do our work, but Marie led me elsewhere. There was a leather couch at the opposite end of the room. She took me by the hand again and led me there. We sat beside each other. I was already getting aroused just sitting next to this sexy girl.

“So now you know I’ve had a crush on you for a while, Joseph. My mother has a big mouth.”

“I’m flattered about that, Marie,” I told her. “I truly am.”

“We can’t do much on our math project in only 30 minutes, so let’s just have some fun instead,” she suggested.

Before I could ask her what she meant by fun, Marie began to demonstrate it. She placed her right hand on my crotch and squeezed my penis. This was a major fantasy coming true for me! She undid the clasp of my blue jeans, pulled my zipper downward, and yanked my pants down to my knees. I now had a full erection. My dick was pointing skyward. Marie pulled my briefs down to free it.

“Oh, that’s a lovely dick,” she said quietly. I took that to mean she’d already seen a few erections in her life. There was no way I was going to ask about her sexual history, though.

Marie continued, “I’ll give you a hand job, Joseph. You can feel my tits when I’m doing it. Just try to remain quiet so my parents don’t know what we’re doing down here.”

She unbuttoned her blouse but left it on. She lifted the cups from her brassiere off her breasts so they were exposed and pointing at me. Quite frankly, they were magnificent objects. I immediately placed my hands on them. They were firm yet pliable. I could have played with them for hours—but our time was severely limited.

Marie began stroking and tugging the stiff shaft of my penis. I started to moan with delight, but Marie put a finger over her lips to remind me to stay silent while we were enjoying each other’s bodies. Marie’s nipples became wonderfully hard. I was tempted to suck on them, but I didn’t want to go too far at the risk of offending her. After about three minutes of sensuous yanks and tugs I knew an ejaculation was imminent. Marie was prepared, though. She had a handful of tissues that she positioned about half an inch from the top of my penis to catch the load of semen I was sure to launch. I couldn’t help but grunt a little bit when I came. It was the best feeling I’d had in my young life. Marie needed a second handful of tissues, so my cum shot must have been a doozy. Even while I was ejaculating, I continued to amuse myself with Marie’s sexy breasts. I did lean forward to suck on her left one, which elicited only a giggle. Apparently, my action was acceptable to her and she enjoyed it.

“Okay, Joseph, that was fun for the short time it lasted,” she stated. I wasn’t sure if she was mocking me for having a reasonably quick orgasm, but I really didn’t care. “Tomorrow we’ll be able to take this further. Let’s get dressed now and do a little bit of work on our math project before I have to go to my aunt’s party.”

We did. As I was leaving, Mrs. Upper said to me, “I’m sorry that you can’t stay longer, Joseph, but we do have this party to attend. Was the time you spent here today with Marie worthwhile?”

“Oh, yes,” I said with a smile. “I think we can both agree that it was.”

Part Four

The next day at school Marie gave me some excellent news. She’d have her house to herself until at least 6 p.m. that day because her mother had to work an evening shift at her part-time job and her father had to attend a staff meeting at his place of employment. “We’ll do some schoolwork, Joseph, but I really want to ride that strong, straight penis you have. It’s a real beauty.”

That was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. I responded by telling Marie she had fabulous breasts—and my fondling them definitely sped up my ejaculation the previous day. “I hope to last five minutes with you today, Marie. You are unbelievably sexy. You’ve always been the girl I’ve fantasized about.”

We walked to her house together again. Our gait was swifter than it had been yesterday because we were both eager to have a fuck. I honestly don’t know how I focused on any of my school lessons that day. I was obsessed with driving my dick into Marie’s pussy from the moment I got out of bed that morning.

When we got to her house, I anxiously asked her, “What’s first, Marie? Is it sex or schoolwork?”

“I think it ought to be sex,” Marie opined. “We can put off our project until we’ve stopped screwing. It can wait.”

“I like the way you think, Marie. You are very practical!” I said to her.

Marie then made an incredible confession to me. “You know, Joseph, I’ve always been a little bit intimidated by you because you’re such a smart boy. I’m glad you enjoy the basic things in life—like fucking.”

I just laughed and made a similar confession. Mine was that her outstanding good looks—especially her fabulous figure—had intimidated me for years. “Wow! It’s a damn shame we were afraid of each other,” I said. “We could have begun fucking years ago.”

We made our way to her bedroom. “I left my bed unmade this morning. I figured we’d be using it, so why waste time making it?”

“Your practical side is a real turn-on, Marie,” I told her. “I so want to give you a terrific fucking.” I secretly hoped I would at least be adequate as a bedmate because this was a first for me.

For the next ten minutes, everything I did—and we did—was a bit of a blur. I remember we both got undressed rapidly and met in the center of her bed. She immediately grabbed my dick. I started massaging her tits. It was almost a replay of yesterday’s encounter—except that I was no longer afraid of offending Marie by sucking on her marvelous boobs. I recall fingering her vagina, all the while Marie was stimulating my penis. I distinctly recall saying, “Time for me to enter your pussy with my rod, if you don’t mind.”

Marie laughed and said, “Mind? That’s why we’re in bed together, Joseph—for the fun of fucking!”

I mounted her, slowly entered her love channel with my throbbing manhood, and fucked her as hard as I promised I would. It was heavenly! I used long slow thrusts, short quick ones, and finally rapid-fire screwing to physically please the beautiful girl below me. I could sense an ejaculation coming. I said nothing to my lover, but I had the good sense to pull out of Marie’s vagina and shoot a load of hot jism across the entire front of her body. Rope after rope of cum flew out of my dick. I don’t think there was a square inch on her from her shoulders to her vagina that was not covered with my semen. I think I had unleashed a bigger cum shot than yesterday’s—which was a formidable one. I was quite pleased with myself.

I was still panting when I said, “One of these days, my dear, I’m going to deposit my semen where it belongs and you’re going to use those glorious tits of yours to breastfeed our first child. Consider that as a marriage proposal.”

Marie neither accepted nor rejected my offer. I suppose she didn’t think I was serious. I was serious, though. If marriage to Marie Upper meant I could spend the rest of my life screwing this dream girl, I was all in favor of it.

We laid in bed cuddling each other and being very romantic. I casually remarked, “It was a tremendous bit of luck that we were paired together to do this math project.”

“Ha! Luck had absolutely nothing to do with it, Joseph,” Marie responded.

“It didn’t?” I asked. “I thought the pairings for this project were randomly made by Mr. Dupris, sort of like a lottery.”

“It was supposed to be that way,” Marie noted, “but I stuck around last Friday afternoon to assist him with the lottery. It was his idea. I think Mr. Dupris rather likes me.”

“I can hardly fault him for that,” I said. “But if there was a lottery, how was our pairing not random?”

“All the other people in our class were paired randomly, Joseph, but I persuaded Mr. Dupris to remove our two names from the drum before the drawing began and pair us together,” she stated.

“How did you persuade him to do that?” I asked innocently.

Marie laughed. She cheekily said, “How do you think I persuaded him, Joseph?”