My First Time

Touching Toni: Part 1

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Touching Toni: Part 1
Best friends find they both want something more.

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Stories.



Jake awoke from what was apparently a very good dream since

he could feel his erection straining against his boxers. Lying on his side,
facing the wall, he was still in that transition between sleep and wakefulness.
Taking a deep breath and stretching he noticed a distinct and familiar smell.
It was floral and fresh with a hint of strawberry. He started to roll over but
something was pressed against his back. Craning his head around the first thing
he saw were bare feet with red painted toe nails, ankles crossed with one foot
lightly bouncing. Turning his head further, he saw bare legs, smooth, shapely,
tan, and athletic. He next saw blue-jean shorts over narrow hips, a tucked in
white tee shirt concealing firm, proud  tits, one of which was covered by a
cascade of blue-black hair which came almost to the waist, a long slender neck,
clean jawline, supple lips, narrow nose, and deep emerald green eyes. The eyes,
and the lips, held a smile as Jake looked at his unexpected visitor.

"Morning sleepy head," Toni said pertly.

"Hey Toni," Jake said sleepily, in his deep soft

voice. "What's up?"

"Uh, not you," she joked. "I was beginning to

wonder if you were going to wake up today. I started to wake you once, but you
sounded like you were having a really good dream so I just got comfortable and
waited for you to wake up."

"What time is it? How long have you been here?"

Jake asked, still keeping his back to her because his erection was still
raging.

Toni looked down at her phone. "It's 9:30 in the

morning and I've been here about an hour or so."

"So what are you doing here so early on a Saturday

morning?"

"Will you go with me to the mall today?" Toni

asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure. I just need to take a shower,"

Jake said.

"Okay," she said looking at him with her trademark

half-smile. She waited a full five seconds to see if he would move. He didn't.

"I'm going to get some orange juice," she said

getting up off the bed. "You want some?"

"Uh, sure," he said, still looking back over his

shoulder.

Toni left her sandals on the floor next to his bed and

padded barefoot out the door, headed to the kitchen.

Jake jumped out of bed with tented boxers. He grabbed some

clean underwear, a pair of khaki shorts and a tee shirt and headed down the
hall to the bathroom, but only after looking both ways at the door to make sure
no one would see him.

Turning on the shower as soon as he got inside the bathroom,

he stripped his boxers off and threw them in the hamper.

Feeling the water before stepping into the shower, he put

both hands on the wall and let the water flow over his head and down his back.
At 6'3" he had to bend slightly at the waist to get his head below the
shower head. His broad back was pale compared to his face, neck and arms which were
nicely tanned. Jake had the classic farmer's tan, meaning he was rarely out in
the sun without a shirt on. The reason for that was evident in the raised red
scars crisscrossing his back.

Fostered.

Jake had grown up in the foster care system. His mother had

abandoned him on the steps of a church in Cleveland, Ohio when he was a day
old. He was handed over to social services and placed with a family that made a
living out of gaming the foster care system. Child care was not on their list
of priorities. He was barely fed, never loved, and when the man of the house
had a little too much to drink, the boy became the target of his evil
inclinations.

When he was 6 years old, and after a particularly harsh

beating, he had waited until his foster parents had finally passed out from
drink, took the only thing he owned, a small metal car with one wheel missing,
and he left. It was raining and cold. He didn't know where he was going, but he
knew he wasn't staying here anymore.

He walked down the dimly lit sidewalk, passed street corners

where hookers and drug dealers plied their trades, past darkened alleyways
where junkies snorted and injected drugs, some of them for the last time. He
felt invisible, as he had so often in his home. Unseen and unheard until fate
or just plain bad luck seemed to shine a spotlight upon him, making him the
most visible thing in the room. A target. On this night though, thankfully, he
remained invisible. Cold and wet, but invisible to those around him.

Suddenly he smelled something that smelled like heaven.

Someone was cooking and his stomach was growling. Driven by hunger, he followed
his nose down an alley until he found a door propped open and the smells coming
out where too much to resist. He went inside and found a pan of fresh bread
rolls. He grabbed one and started eating. He didn't hear the large man that
walked up behind him.

"Would you like a glass of milk with that?" a

voice behind him asked.

He spun around like a cornered animal, looking for an

escape.

The man could see the fear in the boy's eyes. He backed up

so that he wasn't too imposing and knelt down on one knee. "It's okay son,
I'm not going to hurt you," he said holding his empty hands, palms out,
toward him. "Would you like some eggs and bacon?" he asked.

"What's bacon?" the boy asked quietly.

"What's bacon?" the man asked stunned. "Well

son, it's only the best dang breakfast food on the planet. It's practically its
own food group."

"I've never had any bacon," he said, unable to

meet the man's eyes.

"What's your name son?"

The boy stood, not answering, looking down at the floor.

"It's okay son, you're not in trouble. My name's

Mike." He held out his large hand.

The boy automatically flinched back, away from his hand.

"Hey, hey, hey; it's okay. No one's going to hurt you,

I promise," Mike said soothingly. "You do have a name don't
you?"

The boy shook his head slowly, side to side.

"Well, how about we call you, uh, Jake?"

"Jake," the boy whispered. It was the first time

in memory that he had an actual name, other than kid, brat, bastard, or any of
a hundred names of the type. He nodded his head and said again,
"Jake."

"Okay Jake, how about those eggs and bacon?"

"Okay," Jake said, his head slowly nodded.

Scrambled eggs and bacon soon became Jake's favorite food in

the world. It was so good. He had eaten two scrambled eggs and was on his 6th
piece of bacon when he heard someone knocking on the back door of the diner.

"Jake, this is John." Mike said, introducing the

man who came in. "John is a policeman and he helps people."

"Hey Jake," John said. Mike had already warned him

about trying to touch the boy. "Like Mike said, I'm a police detective. My
job is to help people. Do you need help, Jake?"

Jake sat, looking at Mike and John for a few moments before

very slowly nodding his head.

"Okay, finish your breakfast, and we'll get Mike to

make you a sack lunch to take with us, and we'll go for a ride in my car,
okay?"

"Okay," Jake whispered.

"Hey Mike, would you have any of MJ's clothes here?

He's about Jake's size isn't he?" John asked. MJ was Mike Jr., Mike's 5
year old son.

"You know, I think I do. I keep a change of clothes for

him here because whenever he comes by to visit he invariably gets something on
his shirt or his pants so I keep a couple sets of clothes here."

Mike left the room and soon came back with a shirt, pair of

pants, and even a pair of sneakers.

"Hey Jake, would you like to change into some dry

clothes?"

"Okay," Jake said.

"All right, come on back here where you can have some

privacy."

Mike took Jake to his office and gave him the clothes,

"Here you go bud, put these on."

Mike closed the door, but walked around the side of the

office where there was a window. He just wanted to make sure Jake could get
changed okay. When he looked through the window, the blood drained from his
face. "John," he hissed.

John came over and looked through the window. He saw Jake

gingerly removing his old, wet tee shirt. The red lashes across his back were
angry, swollen, and fresh. "My God," Mike said in an emotional
whisper. John simply shook his head. In his line of work, he had seen this type
of thing far too often, and he never got used to it.

When he was changed, Jake was taken to the police department

where he was able to give the names of his foster parents. They were arrested,
charged, and would be in prison for many years to come.

John called his sister, Diane, in Texas, because he knew

that she and her husband had recently found out that they would never be able
to have children and had been talking about adopting. He arranged with the
social services representative to meet with Diane and Bob Hardin. Within the
month, Jake was getting on his first airplane, bound for Dallas, Texas.

Bob and Diane understood the uphill battle they faced with

Jake. They knew that years of abuse would be hard to overcome, but they were
kind, patient, supportive and now Jake was 18, having just graduated in the top
five percent of his class, with academic scholarships for pretty much anywhere
he wanted to go. He still had his physical scars, and his emotional scars. He
still did not like to be touched. He would willingly accept physical contact
from only three people. His adopted parents and Toni Flint.

Jake moved in with Bob and Diane, to a quiet suburb in The

Colony, Texas. Soon after, he was outside, playing in their spacious back hard.
Though his adoptive parents had bought him many new toys, he still played with
his familiar old three wheeled car. On this day, as he played, he heard a voice
call to him with a simple, "Hi."

Jake turned to see a girl about his age standing at the

fence between his yard and the yard next door. She was tan with long hair that
was shiny black like a crow's wing. She had green eyes that seemed to look into
his soul.

"Hi," Jake said.

"What's your name?"

"Jake."

"Hi Jake, I'm Toni."

"Isn't that a boy's name?"

"Not when you spell it with an 'I'," she said

pertly.

"Do you want to play?" Jake asked her.

"Sure." Toni climbed the chain link fence without

a moment's hesitation.

"What are you playing?" Toni asked him.

"Cars," Jake said.

"Okay. Do you have another car?"

"No, but you can play with mine," Jake said,

handing her the beat up little car.

"Thank you," Toni said.

After playing and talking for a while, they heard a voice

calling. "Toni, Toni Flint!"

"Oh, there's my mom," Toni said, holding the

little car out to Jake.

"You can keep it," Jake said quietly.

Toni looked at the pitiful little car and smiled a little

half smile. "Thank you," she said and reached out and grabbed Jake in
a big hug. Jake stood stock still for a second before slowly reaching his arms
around her.

Diane Hardin, watching from the kitchen window smiled, even

as a tear fell from her eye.

Toni and Jake has been inseparable best friends ever since.

Morning Routine.

After taking care of his morning wood, Jake finished

showering, jumped out, dried off quickly, brushed his teeth, shaved, put on
after shave and deodorant, and finally put on his shorts and tee shirt. Back in
his room, he found Toni, again laying back on his bed, holding her phone in one
hand and a pop tart in the other. Two glasses of orange juice, one already half
empty, sat on the bedside table.

He was still rubbing his head with a towel when he walked into

the room. He threw the towel on the desk chair, and grabbed some socks and
shoes. Putting them on, he said, "Okay, ready to go."

Toni looked over at him and shook her head while making

little clucking noises with her tongue. Swinging her long legs over the side of
the bed, she pointed back at the desk chair.

"Sit," she commanded.

Jake looked at Toni and sat back down in the desk chair.

Walking over to his dresser, she picked up a comb and walked

around behind his chair. She ran her fingers through his wild mass of blonde
hair. His hair was close cut on the sides and back, but longer on the top in
what was called a side-part fade. For some reason, he always forgot to comb his
hair. He was very hygienic, always clean, showered, shaved, but he never seemed
to remember to comb his hair.

His first year of school after moving in with the Hardin's,

he would catch the school bus in front of Toni's house. He would always be
there, sitting on her steps waiting for her. Most mornings his hair would be
sticking every direction at once. She started carrying a comb in her backpack.
She would take it out, work her way through his blonde hair before she would
finally step back, look him over and declare him, "Good to Go." What
she didn't know what that Jake's mother made sure his hair was combed before he
left the house, but he would intentionally mess it up on the walk over to Toni's
so that he could feel her hands on his head as she combed his hair.

Today she was standing behind him, pulling the comb through

his hair, setting the part, before spinning his chair around and looking down
into his pale, ice-blue eyes as he looked up at her, and smiled. She looked
back up to his hair, combed a few stray locks into place and declared him,
"Good to go."

Mall Walking.

Walking through the mall they made quite the pair. Jake at

6'3" with wide shoulders and narrow hips, wore an orange University of
Texas tee shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and black Under Armor running shoes. Toni
was 5'10", her dark skin and raven black hair, evidence of her Native
American ancestry from her father's side, but whose emerald eyes were
definitely a throwback to her mother's Icelandic family roots.

"Are we looking for anything in particular today?"

Jake asked as they rode the escalator up to the second floor.

"We're meeting Kaylee and she and I have to do a little

quick shopping. Then I was hoping we could go by the lake and maybe grill some
burgers, and hang out. It's the beginning of summer and we've graduated high
school so this is our last summer before we all scatter and go off to
college."

When he didn't respond, she looked up at him and saw in his

eyes a combination of fear, anxiety, and sadness.

"Jake?" Toni asked, putting her hand on his arm.

"Yeah?" he said. The look in his eyes was gone.

This worried her more than the fear, this was his mask that he had learned to
put on in the years before he came to Texas. The mask that he hides behind when
he feels like he needs to retreat into himself.

"Oh Jake...." Toni started, concern showing in her

eyes.

"Hey guys, over here!" they heard as they reached

the top of the escalator.

Coming toward them was Kaylee Anderson, her brown wavy hair

bouncing as she trotted toward them. She was cute with a big smile and big
chocolate brown eyes. At 5'3" she seemed tiny next to Jake and Toni. What
most people noticed about her though were the 36 D  tits that seemed oddly out
of place on her otherwise tiny frame.

"Kaylee!" Toni said, hugging her best girl friend.

"I'm so glad to see you guys," Kaylee said.

"Hey, Jake."

"Hey, Kaylee," Jake smiled at her. Kaylee had been

friends with Toni and Jake since the 9th grade, so she knew Jake's aversion to
physical contact, so even though she was a "hugger," she knew not to
try to hug Jake.

"Have you found anything yet?" Toni asked.

"I haven't really looked yet, I was waiting on you.

This is kind of a two person job. I need your opinion."

"Well let's get to it."

The two girls headed off with Jake close behind. He wasn't

paying much attention until the girls turned into a store with swim suits
adorning all the mannequins in the windows.

"I think I'll wait out here in the concourse."

"But Jake, we need your opinion on our new swim

suits," Kaylee said.

"Toni can give you an opinion," Jake said

nervously.

"A man's opinion is always better," Kaylee

insisted.

"Please," Toni said.

Jake looked over and saw exactly what he expected to see. Toni's

pout face, that she knew he couldn't say no to.

"Ugh, okay, let’s get this over with," Jake

sighed.

Kaylee clapped her tiny hands and Toni hooked her arm in his

and pulled him along.

Fitting Room.

Jake was sitting in a chair close to the dressing rooms and

the girls had both gone back with several suits each.

Kaylee was the first to come out. She had a bright yellow

two piece bikini that looked like the structural integrity of the string
holding the top up may have been at its design limits. She spun around two
times allowing him to see the front and the back. The bottoms were high cut at
the hips and hugged tightly to her rounded back side.

"Well?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, Kaylee, it looks great," Jake

stammered. He could feel his ears getting red.

"Jake Hardin, are you blushing?" Kaylee trilled.

"No, er, oh come on, Kaylee, you know I'm not the right

guy for this," Jake said, looking anywhere other than directly at her.

Kaylee just laughed and headed back to the dressing room.

Jake leaned over, putting his head in his hands and rubbing his eyes. "How
do I get myself into these situations?" he asked, to no one in particular.

"Jake?"

Jake looked up and froze. Toni stood there in a turquoise

two piece. The contrast between her dark skin and the suit was amazing. The top
showed off her perfect  tits. He could faintly see the outline of her nipples
through the fabric of the top. The bottom of the suit was small but tasteful. Toni
actually looked a little bashful as she turned slowly for his inspection. Jake
could feel his temperature rising up his neck and into his face; and that
wasn't all that was rising.

"Wow," Jake said, his deep voice barely audible.

"Do you like it?" Toni asked almost bashfully.

"Uh, yeah Toni, it, uh, looks great on you," he

said. He was staring and he knew it, but he couldn't look away.

"You really think so?" she asked, looking down at

herself.

"Yeah, Toni, I really think so; you're, I mean it's

beautiful," he said, reverently.

Was he saying "I'm beautiful?" she asked herself,

looking up to see him openly staring at her. She felt butterflies in her
stomach and a familiar warming sensation a little further down.

"Yeah, I like this one too, I think I'll get it,"

she said, turning to walk back to the dressing room. Passing a full length
mirror she looked and saw Jake's reflection. It appeared that his eyes were
glued to her ass as she retreated. Her lips curled up in her little half smile.

Grub.

They made a stop at the grocery store where they picked up

some premade hamburger patties, hot dogs, buns, condiments, salad fixings,
drinks, paper plates, napkins, charcoal, and some ice. Most of this went into
the large ice-chest in the bed of Jake's truck. With everything chilling in the
ice chest, they headed for Lewisville Lake.

They found one of the public camping areas, close to the

water, with picnic tables and a grill. Evidently, the girls had been on their
phones during the drive because within a half hour several of their other
friends showed up.

While the guys messed around in the water, the girls laid

out on towels to work on their tans, and so everyone could see their new swim
suits.

Jake was busy getting the grill going when a group of guys

about their age came wandering up. Evidently they knew a couple of the guys and
girls from their group and they were talking. One of the group, a tall
jock-type named Travis, seemed especially interested in Toni. He was maybe an
inch taller than Jake and looked like he'd been chiseled out of stone. He was
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