Billy and Greg left the next morning, and I vowed secretly to myself that I would see Greg again. Billy promised to keep the sexual aspect of my relationship with him a secret from Greg, which made me very happy. I couldn't tell if Greg was interested in me or not. I only knew he had been kind to me and that I was developing a powerful crush on him.
The months went by quickly, and instead of my crush on Greg diminishing, it became stronger. I saw him occasionally, when I had the chance to visit Milwaukee, and though there was no close relationship developing between us, we at least were friends and felt very comfortable with each other.
I started, for the first time in my life, to be asked out on dates. I turned many boys down because I knew all they wanted to do was fuck me. And, on the other hand, I accepted many dates because I knew what the boys wanted – a good blow job. I had a reputation for giving good blow jobs and it lost me a lot of girlfriends but gained me many many boyfriends.
My reputation didn't matter much to me, at least my reputation in Two Forks, Wisconsin. I was counting the days till graduation, till I could break away and go off to college far away from home.
The day did come, and I'll remember it till the day I die. Graduation day was probably the single happiest day of my entire lifetime. Mother and Dad were proud, since I was graduating with honors and had just received a scholarship from the University of New Mexico, and Grandmother and Grandfather were quite excited for me, also. But it was Billy, and even more so, Greg, who made the day so special.
We had an outdoor ceremony and the June sun was shining and there was a light wind which blew our gowns up over our knees. Billy and Greg were sitting in the first row and they clapped wildly when I accepted my diploma. I was thrilled.
Back at the farm, we had a reception with all of our family friends, which was fun, and I was surprised to see all the presents people had either brought or sent me. Greg played the piano and we all stood around singing songs for hours. We were having such a great time, we were sorry it had to end.
There was a strange feeling in my body that night. I don't know how to explain it. It was as if I had suddenly been released – set free – and I knew there was a world out there, but I was wondering if I was prepared to live in it. The farm had been so secure, my brother had been such a good friend and teacher, such a good sex partner, and there always was a warm meal to greet me and a place to run to when I needed to be alone. Now I would have to find a replacement for each of these things and I was frankly very scared.
Just about the time everyone was leaving the party, Greg asked me to go for a walk with him. Nothing could have ended the day more perfectly. We told everyone we would be back shortly and out into the fields we walked.
It was a beautiful walk, a beautiful moment that we shared. Greg surprised me by telling me he had been thinking about me for a long time now. He told me he always looked forward to my visits and my letters – he even mentioned that Billy would often remark, "Just whose sister is she?"
I told him I had been thinking about him myself. I tried to play it very cool, but I don't think I succeeded.
"I'm going to miss you," Greg said, holding my hand as we walked.
"I'll miss you too. You're… well, you're special to me," I said honestly.
"Really? Am I?"
"Yes, you are."
We stopped dead, looking into each other's eyes. I think we stood there for five minutes, just looking at each other. It was the first time we connected, the first time we really let our feelings show. Greg pulled me into his arms.
"Can I kiss you, Maggie?"
"Yes," I whispered, thinking I could feel his cock in his pants pressing against me.
He kissed me and chills ran up and down my spine. My crush turned to love at that moment. I wanted to be in no one's arms but his and I wanted his penis in my mouth, but I controlled myself and made no sexual advance whatsoever. Neither did he.
"Maggie," he said, still holding me tight, "I graduate in January. I've really been thinking of going on to graduate school at the University of New Mexico."
My eyes lit up. I couldn't believe that in January we would be together, in another town, far away from Two Forks. Suddenly the prospect of being away on my own wasn't so frightening. Here was the security I needed, as well as the emotional and physical attraction. He told me he liked me very much and that he would really be looking forward to getting to know me without the pressures of family, school, the farm – everything that was surrounding us.
I told him I liked him very much also and that I would be counting the days till we could be together in Albuquerque. We kissed again, hard and for a long time, just before we entered the house. Billy looked at my eyes when we entered. I think he knew.
The summer went quickly, I dated several boys but couldn't find anyone to take my mind off Greg. We wrote to each other every few days, and saw each other every few weeks. He was in summer session with Billy and they were both very busy. I did nothing all summer except help on the farm, prepare for college and fellate the best-looking boys in the county.
I really was having a great time. Often three or four guys I knew would come over and we'd say we were having a "picnic" in the woods and that way Mother and Dad wouldn't question what we were doing. I'm surprised that they never asked why I was the only girl in a group of boys, but I guess they didn't notice.
I remember one afternoon I went for a walk with three of the guys I knew from school. We got to the woods and played a game of strip poker, which wasted a lot of time but was always a way to get into it without feeling ashamed or embarrassed, and then when we got down to our underwear things got pretty wild.
One kid had an enormous penis and I sucked him first while the other two ran their hands all over my naked body. One of them licked at my pussy as I sucked crazily on the big boy's huge cock. When he came he pulled his cock to my lips and let it dribble down my chin and over my cheeks so the other guys could watch.
Then I fell to the ground and the guy who had just come began to suck hard at my pussy, driving his long tongue way up me. The other two guys took turns sticking their cocks into my mouth, masturbating them as they pulled away, just over my face. I grabbed their balls with both of my hands and let a finger or two slide over their anal openings. Finally, just before they were about to come, I tried putting my fingers up their asses, but their buttocks were not spread enough and there was nothing to lubricate my fingers with. I had been excited about finger-fucking ever since I saw Billy slide his finger up his ass in the barn. I liked to watch it done and enjoyed doing it myself as well.
Both boys came, almost at the same time. Again, with both of them trying to get their cocks in my mouth in a kneeling position, the cum dribbled down my cheeks, over my ears, into my hair. I loved every moment of it and between my legs the big boy was tasting the bittersweet fluids of my feminine lust.
After that, we varied our positions, but all our action was oral. No one tried fucking me, because they knew it was something I couldn't put up with. Pleasure with my mouth was the only kind of sexual gratification I could give, and having someone play with or suck my pussy at the same time – or even my own hands playing with myself – was the best kind of gratification I could receive.
By the end of summer I had performed fellatio on guys ranging from the age of fourteen to twenty-seven, in cars, barns, fields, forests, behind the schoolhouse, in my father's pickup truck and even in the middle of Laker's Pond, a nearby swimming hole.
I left for New Mexico a very experienced girl.