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I stiffened, and Cody’s hand moved up to stroke my face soothingly before slowly moving back toward my breast. This time, when he squeezed it softly, I was expecting it. Cody and I continued to make out as he fondled my breasts for several minutes when he took my hand and guided it to his lap. He pressed my palm against his hard penis and moaned into my mouth. My first reaction was to jerk my hand back, but he caught it and pulled it back.

“Touch me, please,” he whispered.

Right, I wanted experiences. There’s no sense in chickening out now. Slowly, I let my hand curl around his penis through his shorts. Cody released my wrist and pushed them down enough so that his penis popped out. My hand closed around soft, smooth skin. I squeezed again experimentally, feeling the odd balance of hard and soft. Curiously, I leaned back to get a look at it. If I was touching it, I should know what it looks like.

The movie flashed brightly in a moment of luck, illuminating the theater enough for me to see it. It was whiter than I expected and a little wrinkly. Overall, I wasn’t terribly impressed, but until now, I had only seen a dick online when I got curious and looked at porn. Maybe this is what the regular penises look like? Remembering what little I had learned from the video, I slid my hand up and down the shaft.

“Shit, yes,” Cody hissed. His lips found my neck, and he began to kiss and suck me there as his hand slid up my thigh. My body started to hum in that special way it did when I touched myself sometimes. I could do this! And I was enjoying myself. His fingers brushed over my center, making me jump a little. Cody applied a little bit of pressure, and holy shit; I liked that! Cody’s other hand slid up my back to my head. The hand between my legs disappeared as he sat back in his seat and pulled my head toward his lap. “Suck it,” he pleaded.

Whoa! Wait! My brain and body froze inches from his penis, which I still held in my hand. I had come to the crossroads of my boundaries. Did I want to do this? Did I have to do this? I didn’t want to lead him on, but I also really didn’t want to put that in my mouth.

“Make me feel good, and then I’ll make you feel good,” Cody urged. “You’ll like it.” He applied more pressure to my head, nearly forcing the tip against my lips, and that was when I made my decision.

“Nope. Sorry,” I said quickly, standing and running out of the theater in embarrassment.

“Cora, wait!” Cody called after me.

“Shhhh!” I heard someone else in the theater say.

Tears filled my eyes as I ran to the bathroom to hide in the stall. It was good that I lived outside of town and never saw anyone because I didn’t think I could show my face here again.

The bathroom door opened, and I held my breath as I stepped onto the toilet and crouched down. “Cora?” Kelly asked.

Shit.

“Cora, I know you’re in here. I watched you come in,” Kelly continued. I sighed and left the stall. Kelly wouldn’t leave until she saw me for herself. “Oh, honey, what happened?” she asked when I burst into tears the second I saw her.

“It’s stupid,” I replied.

“Did Cody hurt you?” she demanded, wrapping her arms around me.

I shook my head. “No, but I don’t think he will want to talk to me anymore. We were making out and touching each other, and then he tried to make me put it in my mouth, but I couldn’t.”

“Who cares what he thinks!” Kelly replied. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Cora. And you don’t have to explain yourself or make an excuse. No is a full sentence, and Cody can just rub one out and get over it. If he can’t respect that, he doesn’t deserve you.” Kelly pushed me back to look me in the face. She smiled as she wiped the tears from my eyes. “Were you having fun up until then?”

I nodded.

“Then it sounds like tonight was a success. Not only did you get your first kiss, but you had your first heavy make-out session and ran some bases,” Kelly replied.

“Yeah, but then I ran away from him,” I groaned. “That’s such an uncool move.”

“Just because you played the game doesn’t mean you have to make it back to home plate,” Kelly replied. “You went as far as you were comfortable, and that’s ok.”

I laughed, and Kelly planted her hands on her hips indignantly.

“Cora Lynn, what the hell is so funny?” she demanded.

“What’s with all the baseball analogies?” I sputtered. “Have you ever even watched a game?”

“No, but so what? That’s what they compare it to, bases. I don’t make up the rules. I just follow them!”

“If you say so,” I teased.

“Whatever,” Kelly replied, rolling her eyes. She looped her arm through mine and dragged me toward the door. “You wanna blow this popsicle stand and go back to my house, eat junk food, and watch reality TV?”

“What about Jake?” I asked.

Kelly waved her hand dismissively. “He’ll understand. Besides, I see him all the time. I’d rather spend the time with you.”

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