Disclaimer: This is not hard core as most would like, but delicious all the same There were a million things that could get in the way of the plan. If one little thing went wrong, someone would be left hanging and wondering. And even if it worked out, the risk they were taking was life altering. Beccas heart had been pounding since lunch time, when Drew casually whispered in her ear, How about today? as he sauntered past her and out the open doors of the cafeteria. He paused in the hallway, framed by aqua wall tiles, turned and glanced back at her, eyebrows raised. The Hostess cupcake shed eaten lurched in her stomach just as the fourth period bell began to clang.

Students poured out of the room, moving around him like water around a rock in the middle of a stream. She had to make a fast decision. If it werent for the knowing spark in his hazel eyes--that Becca saw even from her distance--she may have said no.

Her eyes locked onto his and a slow smile spread across her face. She could hear The Rain Song playing in the background of her mind.

They knew what they were doing nowand it was great.

Drew held his arms out to either side as if to say well? Becca nodded.

Drews smile widened and he blew her a kiss as he took a couple of steps backward, turned and disappeared into the rush of gangly arms, legs, acne and hormones. There had been a few moments of temporary distraction here and there something in her history teachers lecture or a whispered conversation between two girls behind her and across the aisle.

But most of the time Becca hadnt even been aware of the hard wooden surface of her desk beneath her, or the feel of her white blouse against the back of the chair.

Her mind was a silver ball, pinballing around the events of the last few weeks. The two month anniversary dinner Drew had prepared and packed into his mothers wicker picnic basket. The way he laid it all out on the blue blanket in the park by the fountain and kissed her hand. The poem hed written. He never shared writing like that in school. It was a little secret she harbored about Drew Whitfield, and no one in their class would ever knowit was all for her. But the lingering memory of that day was the look on his face when she leaned across the blanket and murmured, Drew, do you want to and she never had to finish the sentence, because the flush in her cheeks and the daring look on her face had spoken for her. His eyes widened and his face turned redder than hers.

There was an elation about him that was unforgettable. You mean it? Are youare you ready for that? Becca had laughed and nodded. I want it to be you.

Drew had known she was a virgin. She felt a little shy telling him, but hed shaken his head and exclaimed, Oh no, Becca! Youre awesome. Its good to wait. Its good to be sureand it makes you even more beautiful to me! Hed told of his first lover back in junior year, but it had been a bad experience. A friend of his sisters who was older and saw it all as a big mistake on her part.

It had taken him awhile to trust again. But Becca knew he trusted herand that he was absolutely crazy for her. She could tell by the faces of his friends who stood in a huddle with him before and after school at the lockers, talking and joking in low tones. Every time she passed by them, giving Drew a little smile and wave, they fell silent and stared at him with a mixture of awe and envy. She always heard mutterings and teasing when they thought she was out of earshot. They had to do that. It was in their high school guy code of ethics. But the looks he gave her across the classroom were like waves of electricity that made every tiny hair on her body stand upand that electricity turned ten times more potent whenever he touched her. It was the kiss right before the picnic that made her know it was time. Shed felt wet afterward, and all of her feminine parts seemed to be pulsating in unison. It had been both frightening and thrilling to have such a huge physical reaction to a mere kiss.

It created a longing inside her that needed to come to some kind of fruition. Their first time was in his bedroom on a Saturday afternoon when his mother had taken his little brothers out to a movie.

It had been awkward and uncomfortable...and a little painful. But the second time. Oh my God. The entertainment room in her basement when no one was home, with Led Zeppelins The Rain Song cranked up as loud as possible without distortion. Theres something really sensual about it, hed said, putting the needle down on the spinning black vinyl. Theyd taken all their clothes off that time, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin, taking a little extra time to discover all the little secret places on their bodies that had gone undiscovered the first time. From that day on, it only got better and better. Shed already lost count of how many times.

Then, three days ago, hed come up behind her as she was putting her lunch in her locker, pressed up against her lightly and whispered in her ear, I want you right now.

It had taken her breath away.

Shed spun around, breathing fast, and giggled. Damn it, Drew! Dont do that here. He just grinned and lengthed his head to one side. Do you ever daydream about doing it at school? She felt her cheeks burning and looked both ways to see if anyone was listening. Andrew Whitfield! she whispered loudly. Youre getting pretty good, you know. Becca grinned.

Ever since that day in her basement, she had felt so completely alive, inside and out. She never knew her body was capable of such spine-tingling, breathtaking bliss. And to add the factor of stealth in the very place they went to school.it was a little too wild. A little too daring for her sixteen-year-old brain. The night before, his voice was playful over the phone, yet suave and convincing. How about that pile of wrestling mats backstage? The curtains have been closed all week.

And theres no gym period or anything going on at two oclock. Drew, do you know what would happen if we got caught? Who would catch us? All the teachers will be in class, and all the office personnel would be in their offices.

No onell be in there. Thats why its perfect. Shed been very quiet, trying to imagine it. It would be dark You think about it, okay? Okay. And today, at lunch, she had agreed. She sat staring at the green chalkboard, and all the words written on it were a white blur as she became aware of the strange thoughts beginning to form in her mind.

The thought of Drew standing naked and exposed on the stage. She shuddered with pleasure at the thought of his Adonis-like body that would never look the same again in his red, white and blue track outfit. Because she knew the form beneath that uniform now, and it was toned, sleek and wonderful. Then she thought about how glad she was that shed shaved her legs that morning. Her head began to bob up and down slightly as she carefully orchestrated her plan of getting out of class.

It was almost fail-safe. She glanced at the clock on the wall next to the brown, square PA speaker. The angular black minute hand made one little click backward, then forward onto the twelve. Her heart skipped a beat. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, smoothed her pleated gray uniform skirt and made her way up the aisle. Thankfully, her history teacher was female. Becca pointed to her purse discreetly and mouthed, Its that time of the month. The teacher nodded absently and turned back to call on one of the many hands that had shot up in the air when shed asked her last question. Becca walked down the hall, feeling jumpy whenever she encountered anyone. If it was a friend, they would stop and talk to her. And Drew was waiting.

He would be there, backstage, probably wearing nothing but his gray and red striped tie. She darted into the girls restroom at the corner and looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed again, and her brown eyes were shining. I cant believe Im doing this, she said to her reflection. She puckered her lips and enjoyed the look of their fullness and delectable qualities. It was what Drew saw in them, anyway. Then she unbuttoned her white uniform blouse to just above her cleavage, and peeked in at her blue satin bra. Another good choice this morning. Then a wave of horror washed over her when she remembered which pair of underwear shed put on. They were old, ugly and somewhat tattered around the legs. Oh wellthey wouldnt be on long anyway.

She giggled softly at that thought. Okay, she said, taking a step backward, unable to tear her eyes from the safety of her own reflection. Just breathe. She inhaled, then exhaled loudly as she walked toward the door. Just before she left, as an afterthought, she removed her panties and shoved them into her purse. Mercifully, no one was in the hall that led to the cafeteria. It was all swept, dark and locked up for the remainder of the school day.

Becca could hear the concert band playing in the room around the corner. Some slow, melodic number from a movie soundtrack. The tall, wooden stage door stood before her. Everything shed never imagined herself doing in her lifetime lay on the other side of that door. What a story this would makeyears later, of course.

She curled her fingers around the cold, worn, metal handle that reminded her of the tip of a giant manhood.

She felt her way up the three short steps that led to the inner stage door. It was propped open, because she could see the dim image of the curtains, the rafters and the light fixtures. There was enough afternoon sunlight pouring into the gym beyond the curtain to make things visible backstage.

When her eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, she saw Drew sitting on the mats. He saw her and stood up. She could see the white of his smile almost glowing in the dark. Without saying a word, they moved toward each other.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her in a warm, ice-breaking embrace for a few seconds, then pulled away and ran a hand down the side of her face.

Then the other side. He spread his fingers and combed them through her brown tresses, enjoying their soft, light feel.

With eyes closed, she felt warm, moist lips against hers.

They brushed lightly, then made full contact, then pressed deep into hers.

From her mouth, he left a trail of kisses across her chin, down her neck and into the wide gap left by the last unbuttoning shed done in the bathroom. It made her shiver from her neck to her toes. He began to unbutton the rest of her blouse slowly, every once in awhile taking one hand away to run it down her back and across its arch. Through her open blouse, he cupped a soft hand around one breast and murmured with delight at the feel of the satin. He held the other one and made slow, circular motions around its tip with his thumb. This produced a soft moan from deep in Beccas throat.

Drew trailed his hands down and around her bottom, then in one quick motion, flipped up her short skirt to touch what lay beneath. He gasped at the bare surprise waiting for him and pulled her closer.

His appreciation poked her lightly in the belly thigh through his pants.

God, she loved that feel. To think that the sensation of her own body was causing that reaction in hisit never ceased to amaze her how the male body worked. Becca took advantage of his closeness and reached down to undo his dark gray corduroy pants. Knowing his habit of going commando, she carefully put one buffering hand behind the zipper and used the other to unzip. She heard him giggle in appreciation at this. She giggled with him.

Then she yanked his pants down over his hips. Her hand immediately flew to his emancipated manhood, caressing and stroking. Ive set you free, now do what you do best she thought with a grin. At the same time she was rubbing a dab of her saliva around and around his head, Drew's fingers were finding the slow lava flow between her legs. He groaned at the second thrilling discovery and began to spread it back and forth, back and forth, deeper and deeper. Her knees began to shake.

As if reading her mind, he put one arm around her and they both lowered themselves onto the pile of mats that felt cold but cushiony beneath them. There was something about bare skin on soft plastic that felt sensual and thrilling. Becca shimmied around on it a few times before laying back and spreading her legs apart. Drew fell effortlessly between them, planting moist kisses all over her face and neck again as he wriggled his hips into the best possible position.

Becca absolutely loved the writhing around beforehand almost as much as the act itself. Especially with the hot friction of skin on skin and folds of clothing scraping against skin and the soft noises of their bodies making contact in the deafening silence of the darkness. And then that heart-stopping moment when he found his way into her and pushed. This was when she usually cried out, but today she had to be silent.

He put his mouth over hers, knowing it would be a challenge. Then he let himself go, sliding into every angle and space of her, anointing her sacred sanctuary with every essence of his being, that seemed to be flying from everywhere in his body. I wanna feel every inch of you, she whispered when he moved his mouth away from hers. Drew paused to take a ragged breath, then thrust harder and faster. Deep inside, Becca gave a fierce squeeze that gripped every inch of his length.

A move shed learned from an article in her sisters Cosmo. Drew gasped and she grinned. Did you feel every inch of me? Ohhell yes. He moved faster.

The mat began to wobble beneath them, in danger of toppling off the stack. Becca wrapped her legs around him and threw her arms up behind her head. Her whole body was an irrevocable brushfire, so she also let herself go, getting lost in the sensations and the silent screams every muscle in her body was emitting. It became too much for her.

Maybe just one little scream. Who would hear? An orgasm crept up slowly, burning through her g-spot at first, then growing in intensity as its rhythmic waves began to make her back and hips jump off the mat with every thrust of his body. She squeezed him with every muscle she could still feel, and heard him stifling a cry. She could tell he was getting close. Dangling on the verge of the explosion, she took a deep breath and waited until she felt the hot fluid of his breaking dam. Resistance was futilewith her mouth open wide, she felt the white hot light burst through her body and let out a long, piercing screamjust as the bell outside in the gym clanged out its announcement that another school day had ended.