Hmmm, maybe I should start from the beginning. Here I was, a fourteen year old virgin, with a body that had matured far beyond my years. We had gone down to the shore, that is, my girlfriend Nicole and myself. It was Memorial Day weekend and it promised to be the best weekend of our lives, so far.

As soon as we checked into the motel, we unloaded our bags and took off for the boardwalk. Every few feet, Nicole and I stopped, said our "Hello's" to the people we knew, always making sure we kept an eye out for the people we really wanted to see...guys, that is.

Nicole was single, and she seemed to like it that way. Me? Well, I had a boyfriend, but he was at a different motel with his friends. He said, "Come on babe...you can trust me, it's just a bunch of guys goin down, you don't wanna hang around with us." The more I thought about it, the more I agreed. No, I didn't want to be with them...I had my own plans.

The first night there, we went to a party at a friends' room. Most of my friends were older than me. I had an older sister, whose friends liked me. With their connections, I held my own and before I knew it, I was hanging out with the Seniors. That night we pretty much jumped from party to party, but ended up where we started...where I saw Tom.

Tom was the captain of the football team. Senior in high school, cool car, great smile, killer body, and whose kisses could make your whole body weak. The minute I saw him, my face lit up. I had been fooling around with him for the past year or so, whenever neither of us were attached, and I was completely frustrated that he hadn't tried to get past second base yet.

By the end of the night, Nicole had gone her own way with her friends and I was left with Tom. He said he had to go back to his room to get something, and he asked if I wanted to take a walk with him. Well, I didn't need to be asked twice. We left the party and walked the few blocks to his room, my heart beating faster with each step.

Walking into his room, I noticed immediately that his friend he was sharing the room with was there...but was sleeping. "Oh, well" I thought to myself..."We'll just have to be real quiet".

Tom sat on his bed, and fumbled in his bag for whatever it was he needed. The lights were out, but the room was dimly lit from the neon signs that advertised the vacancies in the hotels and the bars on the strip. I gazed out the window, focusing on the blinking letters in the sign across the street. I must have rolled my neck to one side, because suddenly I heard Tom's voice break the silence.

"Your neck hurt?" He asked.

Unaware that I was in pain, I decided to take what I thought was a hint. "Ummm, yeah, a little bit." I responded.

"Why don't you sit down? I'll work it out for you." He whispered.

Unable to speak I just nodded my head and sat in front of him on the bed. His whispered words echoed through my head, "I'll work it out for you....." Hmmmm, his hands were going to be on my body, rubbing, massaging. Now, it wasn't like he's never touched me before, but for some reason, every time I was with him, it was like the first time. It was awkward. It was frightening. It made my heart pound, my breath quicken, my pulse race, my mouth dry...and my stomach queasy. We both knew what was going to happen, what we wanted to happen. I guess we just needed an excuse. We couldn't just start kissing out of the blue, no...we needed a build up, a coincidence. Something to put us in position for the inevitable to take place, and a massage was just the thing...a massage is always a prelude to sex, or at the very least, a kiss, and maybe a grope.

Tom lifted my hair out of the way and placed his big hands on my shoulders. His thumbs pressed into my neck and he began to massage deep...hard. He moved his fingers under the straps on the tank top I was wearing, pulling them down over my shoulders, and leaving my bra straps showing.

I moaned slightly, taking care in not being too loud. He sensed my pleasure instantly and rubbed even harder. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he whispered in my ear with his low, husky voice, "Why don't you take this off so I can get to your back better".

"Ummm, s-s-sure", I replied, my voice cracking........(cont)