Author’s Note: Welcome to a story that was my first time writing. Not only was this my first time competing in the Earth Day contest, but it was my first time competing in the first-time category! Now, if you’re reading my story for the first time, here’s my usual disclaimer. I believe a good story is like foreplay, a way to build up the heat and make the ending more intense, so be careful, I take my time but ultimately think it’s worth it. One more thing, a big thank you to Ladyever for editing the story you’re about to read. Hope you like these. Lovecraft68
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“Oh my god, people are pigs!” Sam said behind me.
“You can say that again,” I replied, looking at the dirty diaper stuck in the bushes. “Oh my god, I’m glad I wore gloves!”
I carefully picked the diaper out from between the branches and put it in one of the two large green garbage bags I carry with me. The first is for cans and bottles and the second is any other trash I find.
“What is that?” Sam asked. “Is it even more disgusting than that disgusting sandwich I got that almost made me vomit?”
“It’s a diaper.” I turned to him and smiled. “There’s a lot of dirty stuff in there, so I think overall I’m ahead of the competition.”
Sam stood up from the bushes behind him and shrugged. “Okay, I’ll give you that, but only because we’re not done yet, and I have a feeling I’m going to get something a lot worse than that.”
“We’ll see.” I pointed out. “Remember, the winner has to pay to see the next horror movie.”
“Then save some money. There’s a new zombie game coming out next week that looks like crap.” “I want a big popcorn this time, not a cheap one, Justin.”
“In that case, I will not show you any mercy. I want a mud pail and a garbage can.”
“You’re dating a loser, why would you want a box?” Sam smiled, waiting for me to take the bait.
I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “At least I’m dating someone. When was the last time you dated me?”
“I’d rather be alone than with a bitch,” he responded, taking off his Red Sox cap and wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Jane isn’t a bitch. Why do you always call her that?”
“Because she is. Maybe you’ll find that you don’t think about her breasts anymore.”
“What can I say?” I laughed. “She has nice tits.”
“I know. Actually, everyone knows she doesn’t pretend.”
“If you have them, you show them.” I laughed, knowing this was a touchy subject.
“I’ve got milk!” Sam said, gritting his teeth at my joke. “I don’t show them off.”
“I know,” I said, pointing to the pink Red Sox T-shirt he was wearing. “Is that your brother’s? It looks huge.”
“I’m dressed comfortably, okay?” She walked around the bushes, dragging the garbage bag and backpack she had brought behind her. “I don’t need to show off what I have.” She shook her head, her long brown braids blowing in the wind. “If a guy wants to go out with me, I want it to be because he likes me, not because he likes my ass.”
“Do you have an ass in those jeans? I swear you forgot them at home.”
Sam looked at the back of the baggy black jeans she was wearing.
I laughed. “What are you doing with that?”
“Why are you being so nasty to me today?” he asked, his dark brown eyes shining. “I’m helping you score for that little snot on Saturday, and you’re making fun of me!”
“Wow!” I raised my hands in defense. “Hey, Sam, I’m just attacking you. When did you get so sensitive?”
“I ‘m not being defensive .” She stopped in front of me and put her bag down, “but sometimes I get a little tired of these jokes, and not just yours.” “At least you don’t call me a dyke.”
“I would never say that,” I told him as I walked through the bushes. “Who said that about you?”
“Those idiots, Joe and Dave.” “I should have looked at the source and let it go.”
“I work with Dave. Next time I see him, I’m going to tell him to stop talking crap or I’ll kick his skinny ass.”
“I don’t need you to stand up for me,” she told me. “Those two idiots are like Beavis and Butthead. They don’t care.”
“If you’re angry, that’s important.”
“I guess I’m just in a bad mood, but the important thing is that you have my back.” “God knows my brother wouldn’t do that.”
“Hey, that’s what friends are for, right?”
“Right.” Sam looked at the woods at Carson Park where I had volunteered to clean up trees over James’ Earth Day weekend. “I guess they’re also here to help pick up bottles and trash.”
“Yeah.” I took off my sunglasses and pulled my shirt up to wipe my face. “I appreciate it, Sam. Tell me what, I’ll ask for the next movie.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Large popcorn?”
“Large popcorn, I’ll even pay for two drinks in exchange for two straws.”
“Haha, if you treat me like that, this girl will be ruined!” She batted her long eyelashes at me and opened her big brown eyes. “Justin, thanks for the soda! Can I have a snowcap too?”
“Now you’re pushing it.”
“Please?” She pursed her lips.
“That’s not fair,” I told him.
“Please, oh, please?” Then her lower lip quivered and I sighed loudly.
“Yes, you can have the ice caps, but we share these.”
“Deal!” She clapped her gloved hands and jumped up and down like a child.
I laughed. “You’re so pretty.”
“In fact?”
“Yeah, you remind me of my little cousin when you do that.”
“Oh.” She furrowed her brow. “I think there are worse things than that.”
“Okay” — I raised my hand, knowing I’d made a mistake — “you’re beautiful in other ways, too. You’re beautiful.”
“Do you think so?” He looked at me suspiciously.
“Oh, yeah. You’re really cute. You know, like the girl next door.”
“I’ll take that.” She smiled.
“Yes, a lot of men like that – not sexy, but cute.”
“You need to learn when to shut up, Justin.”
“Sorry I meant-“
“Do you want to take a break?” Excuse me. “We’re already halfway there. It would be much faster to get to the playground, so let’s have lunch and we’ll be done with this in one go, how about that?”
I slapped my forehead. “Lunch? Damn it, I didn’t expect that! You want to run—”
“I thought you would.” Sam walked past me, sat down under a big tree, opened his bag, pulled out a yellow jar and threw it at me. “Yo ho?”
“My favorite!” I grabbed the jar and opened the top, sitting it under the tree in front of Sam.
“I know,” he said, pulling out a plastic container containing two sandwiches. “Just as I know pastrami and cheese is your favorite.”
“Spicy mustard?” I drooled as I picked up the container.
“But of course!”
I took off my work gloves and swallowed half of it while Sam pulled out a bottle of Mountain Dew and a banana.
“Wow, these come off so easily,” I said.
“Kind of like Jane,” Sam replied, kicking off her sneakers and stretching her long legs out in front of me. “Then do it. I brought you both.”
“Jane’s not a slut, Sam. I told you we’ve been dating for six months and we’ve done nothing but make out.”
“Didn’t say she looked down on you,” Sam said, just loud enough for me to hear.
“Really, Sam?”
” Really , Justine.” She paused, peeled the banana, popped it into her mouth, and shook her head up and down as if she were blowing on the banana. Then she blinked. “It applies to anyone who pays attention to it.”
I didn’t answer right away. The sight of Sam stuffing most of the banana down his throat with ease made my mind spin. This is not how it should be. Not only does Sam dress like a man, but his mouth and thoughts are dirtier than most people I know. He cut off the tip, ruining the image.
I braced myself and got defensive. “Look, Jane is just like me. She’s been raised to take sex seriously, which is why we haven’t done anything about it yet. She believes you should only have sex if you really care about the other person.”
“She was a very sweet person.”
“Stop it, Samantha!” She was angry at me now.
“ Samantha ?” She smiled. “You never call me that. Does it hurt to tell the truth?”
“Why do you care? You’ve done nothing but insult Jean ever since I started dating her. You say she’s dirty and slutty and you barely know her. What is your problem?”
“I care about you and I thought you were used to it.” Sam took the last bite of the banana and threw the peel into her bag. “Look today. There’s that big green monster saying Earth Day is a big deal, but you’re here, where is she?”
“She was cleaning up the bay in Jamestown. She didn’t have a lot of people to help, so she spread us out.”
“Yeah, she spread the word pretty well. My sister said her ex-boyfriend was part of the cleanup. I think it was…” He snapped his fingers. “At the beach. Think what you want, but there’s no way she wasn’t fucking Rob and who knows who else. She’s using you, Justin, but I guess you’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”
I stared at her and furrowed my brow. I’d heard that Jane’s ex-boyfriend Rob was snooping around, but whenever I mentioned it she got angry and said I was acting jealous and shouldn’t be worried. When I pressed, Jane mentioned Sam and how much time I spent with him and that she wasn’t jealous.
Watching Sam unwrap a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and begin eating it, I remembered how I had told Jane that Sam and I had been best friends since middle school, and that we had never been better friends than this one.
Jane insisted that it was because that was how I saw it, claiming that Sam was interested in me and I was too naive to see it. I naively thought that Jane was just waiting for the right time to be with me, just as Sam had told me.
I’m well aware that I take people for granted and am a little too trusting. But in these cases I was right. Sam is a good friend and has no interest in being with anyone, just as I have no interest in him as a girl.
I also made sure Jane wasn’t messing around. Unlike me, Jane had been with someone before, and maybe it wasn’t just Ron. Then again, I’m the only person I know of my peers who hasn’t dated anyone.
But when my mom found out that my asshole dad had been having sex with anything and everything for years, she reassured me that first sex should be special, with someone meaningful.
Not only did I agree with her, but I vowed to her that I would be a better man than my father and wait until I met someone special. But it wouldn’t be easy. Although I had never met someone I was truly interested in before Jane, there were a few girls who made it clear we could have some fun.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m waiting like an idiot and missing out on a chance to spend some quality time. But my mom was so excited by my commitment to make my first time worthwhile that I almost kept my promise. Sometimes I think I could fool around and she would never know, but that makes me a lying dog and no one better than my dad.
You have fucked so many women but they have not made you a man, you do not keep promises made to the one you love. I vowed to keep my oath and not be a dog in heat. However, I know enough not to tell anyone. But that does not mean I have to advertise the fact that I am a virgin. Any girl who was interested in a good time, I would make an excuse that I am dating someone. I was smart enough not to tell anyone.
Sam knows, because Sam knows almost everything about me, just as I know him better than any of his siblings. We met in fifth grade when we were lab partners together and became instant best friends. We both like the same books, movies, and video games and have the same laid-back personality. What makes us different is how people perceive us.
Sam marched to the beat of her own drummer, dressed like a tomboy and watched football and bad horror movies, while spending more time with me and my friends than the other girls.
I, on the other hand, wear designer clothes and take a lot of care of my appearance. Sam and my mother teased me by calling me “pretty boy” and I generally tried to act cool.
I saw Sam’s legs spread out in front of me. Her feet were bare and my eyes were drawn to the butterfly tattoo on the top of her left leg. My eyes traveled down her long legs, which I assumed were hidden under baggy jeans. My attention was drawn to her breasts as she looked at the children running around on the small playground to her left.
There was nothing visible under the baggy shirt. This wasn’t the first time I wondered what was underneath. I had no wish for him to feel the same way, but in all the years I’d known him, I’d never seen Sam in anything tight or even slightly revealing.
She never went to any school dances, and even when we went swimming a few times, she wore shorts and a t-shirt. That was pretty much the only time I saw her legs, and although they were skinny, they still looked nice.
I went back to look at the tattoo. In my opinion it is colorful and a sexy placement, but she rarely wears sandals to show it off. Her toenails were painted black and I noticed a silver ring around her middle toe.
Sam once said she had a boyfriend who loved her feet. I wondered if that was why she had tattoos and rings. I didn’t want to look like I was staring, so I glanced up.
Sam finished his meal and leaned his head against the tree with his eyes closed. I’m serious; he’s adorable. Sam never wore makeup, but it seemed like it wasn’t needed. His skin is smooth, his cheeks are naturally colored, and his eyelashes are the longest I’ve ever seen.
Her eyelashes and her big brown eyes made a good impression on me, her siblings and her father. Her mother had the same eyes and she would always tell Sam to stop, she made that look and he was immune to it.
With her big eyes she usually has her lips pouting like a little girl’s. Sam’s lips are very full and I have heard some people say that her lips are for oral sex. I thought back to a few minutes ago when she had demonstrated the banana blowing motion and the way her lips wrapped around the banana. I shook my head.
I took a bite of my sandwich and looked at her feet, wondering what the hell a man would do to her feet. When I started thinking about Sam’s sexual exploits, I discarded that image and thought things were going badly.
But everything will change, and soon. Just thinking about our plans for tomorrow night brings a smile to my face. Mom and her boyfriend, Bill, are leaving to visit friends in New Hampshire this afternoon and won’t be home until Monday.
Jen kept dropping hints that she was getting comfortable and wanted to sleep together, and when I mentioned my mom was going away for the weekend, she asked if I wanted company.
Jane is almost the opposite of Sam, she is blonde and has light blue eyes. Sam was tall and a little skinny, while Jane was short and had big boobs which, as Sam said, she really liked to show off. She also has an amazing ass and she isn’t shy about showing it off.
I couldn’t wait to see those tits, feel them, suck them, maybe even put my cock between them like in the porn movies we watched every night.
Well, tomorrow night I might get on to the real thing. My cock swelled at the thought of Jean naked in my bed. At the same time I felt a knot in my stomach. Jean didn’t know it was my first time.
I feel like I should mention it, but she has experience and I don’t want to look like an idiot. But now it feels like the time has finally come and I’ll just have to watch porn and be nervous about a girl who has done it before. What if I go too fast or don’t let her go fast enough? What if-
“Why are you staring at my feet?”
I looked up. “Umm?”
“You keep looking at my feet.” Sam wiggled his toes. “What’s wrong with them?”
“No, they look fine.”
“Do you think my feet are okay?” she smiled. “Do you have a foot fetish?”
“Of course not!” I didn’t want to be made fun of, so I changed the subject. “Then why are you doing this?”
“What?” He looked down at his feet, arching his eyebrows. “Tattoos?”
“Yes, and nails and rings. You almost never wear sandals, even when it’s hot, so what does that mean?”
“The point is that I know it’s there and I like the look of the ring.” “I do it for myself, not for others.”
I smiled at him. “What about little feet?”
“I didn’t get a tattoo for him. I got one when I met him,” she said. “But he said it was a real bullseye.”
“Ouch!” I furrowed my brows. “TMI!”
Sam laughed. “But anyway, Justin, it’s what’s inside, not what’s outside.”
“I understand that about relationships and stuff, but why does appearance matter?”
“Because vain people are superficial people.” Sam reached forward and put his hand on my leg. “But you’re different. You dress like a cool ass, but you’re a great person.”
“I don’t dress like that-“
“Bullshit!” He pointed to my sunglasses. “How much do those things cost?”
“A hundred, but they’re spinach—”
“I got my shorts from the dollar store and they work great.” She pulled my shorts up. “What brand are these?”
“They are-” I began, but he continued.
“This is an Abercrombie & Fitch T-shirt, and you wipe your sweat on it. What’s that, thirty dollars? You wear this to clean the park.” He pointed to his shirt and said, “This shirt costs ten bucks.” The jeans are on sale, and my whole outfit and sneakers are cheaper than your shorts.
“It shows.” I laughed.
The look on Sam’s face told me I had made a mistake and she was quickly making me pay. “You won’t be able to do that until you start living with Jane.”
“Oh, come on! I’m just ruining your abilities.”
“Oh, that’s it? Well, how about this? I’m dressed like a pathetic tomboy, you’re Mr. GQ, pretty boy, but which one of us is a virgin?”
“What kind of crack is this?” I put the sandwich down. “Does it matter?”
“Well, you might think I’m plain and poorly dressed, but some men don’t mind trying to get to know me better.”
“So what? I had my chance, but I promised mom I would try to do it the right way. When you had the chance, you decided to spread your legs.”
“Are you saying I’m a slut?”
“Of course not! You know better than that. But you know this is a sensitive subject for me.”
“But you never thought anything would bother me.” Sam waved his hand at me in disgust. “You really treat me like a man.”
“I…I treat all of you like friends. When did I need to treat you all like girls?”
“You don’t, but then again, you’ve never dealt with a girl before, have you?” After hearing this, she raised her eyebrows, as if daring me to get over it.
“I think you’ve figured it out,” I said, shrugging nonchalantly. “But tell you what, what if you ask me out again after this weekend?”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”
“That means I…”
My phone was off and when “You didn’t know you were beautiful” came on I couldn’t help but smile. It’s Jen. The timing couldn’t be better.
“As if she doesn’t think she’s pretty,” Sam mumbled.
“Hey, honey.” I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing at the look of disgust on his face.
“Hey, something’s hot!” Jane yelled in my ear. “What about the park details?”
“Half,” I told him. “It can be done in a few hours.”
“Wow! So fast!”
Hopefully she won’t say this to me in bed, I thought, but said it anyway: “I need some help.”
“That’s great! The more the merrier! I’m surprised you can convince any of your friends to get up on a Saturday morning.”
“He didn’t do that. Sam was helping me.” Even as I said this, I wondered why he was brought here.
