THE FIRST TIME

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE - NEW SENSATION

A/N: Okay, so I have to probably put in a little reader warning here, since the last part of this chapter gets kind of "Heavily R-Rated" and it´s between Joey and Pacey, who are both still only in their mid-teens here. As always, I´ve tried to keep it at a tasteful level, though and if you ask me, it´s nowhere close to being X-Rated, but we all have vastly different opinions on things like those and if you thought that I took it a step too far with them in this chapter, then you have my apologies and try to remember, that I´ve never written anything with the intention of offending anyone. Just so you´re warned in advance.


"Are you ready for

A new sensation?"

INXS (From the album "Kick" (1987))


Jen´s could, after plenty of ups and downs over the past years, finally say that she had her life close to being in some sort of order. Okay, so it wasn´t perfect, by any means, but when she thought back to who she was and what her situation was like ten months before this, when that taxi had dropped her off in front of her grandmother´s house and she´d quickly begun to make new friends in Dawson, Pacey and (even if she was more than a bit reluctant to open up with her at first) Joey, it was like you were talking about two completely different girls, compared to who she was now. Part of it simply was having the extra ballast of another year of growing up, of course, but even the biggest Negative Nancy or Debbie Downer couldn´t deny that for the most part, the arrow had been pointing solidly up, when it came to the existence of one Jen Lindley on this crazy place called earth and it wasn´t just thanks to her new job and "Pseudo-Boyfriend", although they admittedly were playing their parts in it as well.

As she´d come to find out rather quickly, spray painting boats isn´t the most exciting job in the world and a big negative to the job was that she felt like she still smelled heavily of the paint solvents, they used, even after she´d taken a long and thorough shower. Not to mention that her older colleagues for the most part tended to treat her and the other two "Youth Temps" like they weren´t even there, still all that had done was quickly build up a friendship between her and her two colleagues, as well as making a bit of "Us Against the World" sentiment grow between them.

Ricky, whom she´d liked practically from the moment that she met him, was in many ways like her still relatively new friends from Capeside, in that he was down to earth, easy to talk to and although, she hadn´t gotten anywhere romantic with him yet, there was enough flirting going on between them that she figured, she´d have him bagged and tagged before too long. Something she could really use as well, if nothing else to have some sort of successful part of this last year to look back on, when it came to the boys that she´d made out with.

Eve, although Jen didn´t know her all that well yet and there being a little over year and a half in age difference between them, was clearly a girl in somewhat of the same vein as herself, seeing as they both thought that everyone cares far too much, what other people think about them and could both agree that the best use for a Backstreet Boys or N-Sync CD was to send it floating to the bottom of a very deep ocean. And, since Ricky would often spend his lunch break checking up on/hanging out with his grandfather, it gave them plenty of time to get to know one another, while the two girls "enjoyed" their brought from home sandwiches.

"Any plans for the weekend?" Eve casually asked her during their lunch break, while they were lying on top of an already repaired boat outside, that was only waiting for its owner to come by and pick it up and in the meantime, made for a perfect escape for them away from the almost incessant work noise and far from always equally pleasant smells inside.

"Not really. Don´t tell anyone, but it´s actually my birthday this coming Saturday" Jen answered her, after swallowing the bite of ham and cheese sandwich, she was chewing down on.

"Why don´t you want anyone to know that it´s your B-Day?" Eve asked her, looking a little puzzled.

"Because if my friends found out, I´m sure that they´d want to make a big deal about it and then, they´d want to throw me a party and ..."

"I´m still not hearing any negatives here, Jen!" Eve smilingly pitched in with.

"It would only remind me of how my parents have never made a big deal of my birthday, or any sort of deal at all, while I was growing up with them. I don´t want you to think of me a some sort of sob-story girl here, but when it comes to most of the birthdays that I can remember, it was just easier for me not to remind them that they´d forgotten it again, than having to listen to their fake apologies, where they´d vaguely try to hide how they´d once against had their heads so far up their own butts, that their only child´s birthday couldn´t possibly have mattered any less to them! I´m sorry, if my short rant there brings you down to hear. If it does, then I didn´t mean for it to" Jen apologizingly explained to Eve, who looked sympathetic with her and a bit like, she knew what she meant.

"It doesn´t. If anything, it just reminds me of home" Eve sadly replied.

"You too, huh?" Jen asked back, a little relieved (and honestly, thrilled too) to find out that she was talking to someone like herself.

"Believe me, Jen! When you´re the middle child out of five, getting forgotten by your folks constantly becomes the norm of your day! Do you want to hear something about me, that´s sort of sad and pathetic?"

"Sure. I mean, aren´t those always the best stories?"

"Okay, so I was eleven years old, when my parents, whom I had always thought were my biological parents too, seeing as they hadn´t ever given me a reason not to think so, told me that I was adopted by them, when I was only a few weeks old".

"Why would your parents adopt you, if they already had two other kids?"

"From what they´ve told me, the doctors didn´t think that my mom, or should I say adopted mom, could give birth to more children after the two difficult births that she´d already gone through with my two older brothers, so they adopted me, because they also wanted to raise a girl. Trust me on this though, being the one and only blonde haired one in a family filled with only dark-haired people makes you ask yourself some questions, even from an early age!"

"It´s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, Eve!" Jen reassured her colleague and new friend. "One of my best friends back in New York was adopted and I don´t think that it ever bothered her too much".

"Well, it did bother me. A lot, if you want the truth, so I set my mind on finding out who my biological parents were and just as much, to find out if I had any brothers or sisters out there, that I didn´t know about. Not so I could take or demand anything from them, just to find out if they were sort of like me, you know?"

"I´d be more than a little curious too, if it were me!"

"I even went to so far as to change my name and take my mom´s maiden name Whitman, as my middle name. Which again, I know is kind of crazy, but we can´t all deal equally well with finding out that our birth giver cared so little for us, that she could just give us up like it was nothing to her, can we?"

"What did you find out, if anything?"

"A little here and there, like where my mom was from and where she lived at the time, when she had me and stuff like that. She came from right here in Capeside, believe it or not".

"Does she still live here?"

"I tried going to the address that she had listed on my adoption papers, but looked like it had other people living there now. From what little that I know about her, which admittedly isn´t all that much, she must have moved away from here shortly after she had me and that´s where my trail of her comes to an end, sadly. Ever since I found out about her though, it´s almost like I have to meet her and just find out what she´s like as a person, before I can go on with my life. It´s stupid, I know and the chances of me ever meeting, or even catching a glimpse of her are tiny at best, but it´s as if something deep within me won´t allow me to give up either. If that isn´t sad and pathetic, I don´t know what is!" Eve confided in her.

"I don´t think that it´s either of those things. Not at all".

"You don´t?"

"The way you´ve just described it, I´d say that it´s only perfectly natural, that you´d want to meet the one, who put you into this world. You really don´t have any more clues about her, that you can go by?"

"All I know is that she came from here, was eighteen years old when she had me and that her maiden name was Whitman, but there aren´t any Whitman´s currently listed in the Capeside phone book, so as far as I can see, that´s a dead end. For all I know, she could have a completely different last name now" Eve sighed, just before their lunch break came to an end, and it was back to work time.


Joey´s days had basically been boiled down to two essential things, ever since that evening on Pacey´s boat, where they´d come oh, so close to going all the way and it had felt like every fiber in her full-on naked body was screaming for him to take her virginity: Thinking about sex and what was even harder, trying not to think about it, so she could keep her mind on her job and the rest of her life! Which, when you´re a soon to be sixteen-year-old girl, with hormones that are running rampant all over what remains of your usual sane approach to life, isn´t exactly the easiest project in the world! It had been hard for her before, it wasn´t like that, but ever since that evening, it was as if lust and desire were the only emotions, that she´d become capable of truly feeling and if anyone in all of Capeside was feeling them in abundance, it had to have been her.

"Is there a particular reason why you and Pacey both have tonight´s dinner service off from work, or is that just a freak coincidence?" Abby slyly asked her, while they were emptying the restaurant´s dishwasher together after lunch service, so that those same plates, glasses and assorted cutleries could be used again later on that day.

"You´re right, there is a reason: That we both seriously need an evening away from the insanity of this place!" Joey bluntly responded and parts of her weren´t lying either. In anything, being without Bessie at work and having now had just a small taste of all of the mountains of duties, that her sister fulfilled nearly every day of the year, had given her a brand-new level of immense respect Bessie, who these days was busier with being a great mom to her baby son, than she´d ever had the time to be it before.

"And it has nothing to do with you two wanting to finish doing, what you´ve very obviously been leading up to, ever since you came home from France?" Abby leadingly asked, making Joey blush a little.

"It could have a tiny little bit to do with it!" she quietly confessed to Abby, who smiled knowingly to herself.

"Joey, being our age and constantly horny is as natural as needing to breathe and eat! You don´t think that I´ve been missing the heck out of Melissa and in particular, the nothing short of marvelous things that she does with her soft tongue to a select and extremely sensitive part of my body, since she went away on vacation?" Abby slyly asked and like the all too innocent girl that Joey sometimes had to admit to being, it took her a few moments to put and two and two together.

"What do you mean ... oh, that!" Joey blurted out, feeling like a doofus and more than a little like a cartoon character, who´s had a lightbulb floating over their head being turned on, which in turn made Abby giggle to herself.

"You can´t honestly tell me that you´re surprised that we love to do ... that, as you call it, to each other, Joey! Even if you haven´t been around to watch our relationship evolve into what it is now, Melissa and I have been a couple for almost half a year now!"

"I try not to picture what you and she have gotten up to together! Not that there´s the slightest thing wrong with you and her liking to ... do that particular thing to pleasure one another, don´t get me wrong, it´s just that I could never picture myself doing anything like that to another girl, no offense!" Joey nervously excused herself, before getting a reassuring smile from Abby in return.

"It´s perfect okay with me, if you´re still getting used to having a same sex couple in your life, Joey! No one is expecting Rome to be built in a day, least of all me!"

"Thanks for being understanding. It feels that nice, huh?" Joey had to ask, now that her curiosity had been peaked.

"All I can tell you Joey, is that if you haven´t tried what it´s like, then you´re seriously missing out big-time! Especially, if it´s with someone, who knows what they´re doing down there, if you know what I´m saying? If you ask Pacey and promise to return the favor, my guess is that he won´t say no" Abby advised her, only moments before yet another horde of tourists came into the restaurant and forced them to put their game faces on again.

To be perfectly honest, before then Joey didn´t any have a real plan for what her and Pacey were going to do on their date night, except for hang out in his room, lie on his bed with him and see wherever their desires decided to take them. Now, she at least knew one thing, she had to ask him about.


"Whitman? I could swear on the graves of my ancestors that I´ve heard that name before somewhere, I just can´t put my finger on it! It´s so incredibly annoying!" a frustrated Jen told Abby, who´d just come home after yet another of the seemingly everlasting busy days at the Ice House, and whom she had quickly made plans with, to do as little as possible for what remained of their evening.

"It isn´t all that uncommon of a last name. As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, I seem to remember that there was Whitman family living on this street, back when I was a kid. What if they had a daughter, who got herself pregnant and didn´t want to be, couldn´t that possibly have been Eve´s mom?" Abby answered, as she slumped down on Jen´s bed and allowed her body some much needed rest, before it was back to action for it the day after.

"It´s as sound of a theory as any of them, that I can come up with!" Jen quipped in reply.

"Why do you care, anyway? Isn´t Eve just a girl that you´ll be working with for this summer and then, you´ll probably never see her again?"

"She is, but ... have you ever met someone, where it´s like you right from the start had some sort of unspoken link to them?"

"Not that I can remember. Like, how?"

"Like how from the first time I spoke to her, it was almost like we knew one another already! Freaky, huh?"

"It is a little bit freaky, I guess. Is that why you´re so set on helping Eve with finding her mom?"

"It could be. Can you keep a secret, that only very few people have heard and I´m not even supposed to know about?" Jen quietly asked Abby, whose interest suddenly sprung to instant action.

"Always!"

"My mom had a child out of wedlock with her high school boyfriend, less than a year before she met my dad, that she gave up for adoption. What´s worse is that I don´t think, she´s ever told him about it".

"How do you know, then?"

"He tried to find her and win her back. The high school boyfriend, not my dad! To make a long story short, I happened to be eavesdropping on them having a big argument and one of the things they argued the most over was ... can you guess it?"

"The child, that they had together?"

"Disco! Give the clever girl her prize!"

"Does the timeline fit together too, when you consider how old Eve is?"

"It could, if my mom gave birth to her right before she left Capeside. She´d only been dating my dad for a few months, when she became pregnant with me, so yeah, a year and a half between us wouldn´t be too far off. Then again, I don´t even know if my mom had a boy or a girl, so I have to consider the odds of Eve being my long-lost half-sister miniscule, at best".

"I guess that Eve isn´t only girl in Capeside right now, who could have a sibling out there somewhere, then! What if it´s her, who´s your sister, wouldn´t that just be the biggest coincidence of all time?"

"There´s only one enormous problem with that theory. My mom´s maiden name was Ryan and when she married my dad, she changed it to his last name, Lindley. From what I know, we´ve never had anyone with the surname Whitman in our family tree. It would still be really cool, if I could help Eve out just a tiny bit, wouldn´t it?"

"Jen, I think that it´s time you faced up to realities: This town has turned you into an All-American sweetheart, through and through and you being this much of of bona fide angel towards a girl, who you had never met before last week, undeniably proves it beyond any doubt!" Abby smilingly remarked, which made them share a small giggle, before "Sixteen Candles" was popped into Jen´s VHS player and the two hard-working girls spent the next hour and a half fighting a hard and close to impossible internal battle, not to fall asleep to it.


How do you go about convincing your unsuspecting boyfriend into doing something to you, that you would never in a million years do yourself? This was a question that had been running through Joey´s brain, ever since her brief discussion with Abby about the "Joys of Oral Pleasuring", earlier that day. Especially, since she wasn´t sure that "Returning the Favor", like Abby had suggested, was something she was feeling entirely ready for, or ever would be ready to try for herself. Not that she thought the idea of it was icky or anything like that, in fact, it turned her like almost nothing else did, when she imagined herself doing it to Pacey, but it was like a sixth sense was telling her that once they got past this hurdle, there was only one left and after that one, they´d already hit the peak of their relationship (in a sexual sense, at least). Afterwards, there was still such a thing as experimenting (something that she figured should be fun to try, when they got that far), still she had a rather irrational fear that once they´d done that one thing, that stood to her as being above everything else, it could make Pacey lose interest in her and start looking elsewhere for his next sexual conquest.

"What´s up with you tonight?" Pacey gaspingly asked her roughly midway through their (very cheap) date in his room, probably in part simply to come up for air, after the vast multitude of minutes where they´d been lying on his bed and been tightly locked at the lips!

"Nothing. Why?" she asked him back, most likely not in any kind of a convincing way.

"Joey, it´s not that I´m minding how ... affectionate towards me that you´re behaving, but you´ve barely said three words since you got here. It´s only my natural and ever-present concern for you rearing its head here, nothing else" he reassured her, although he was completely right in that she was using it as excuse to put off the one thing, that she really wanted to ask him about.

"I just want to make the most of every single moment, that we have alone together. I can´t very well go around and start grabbing your butt in front of the customers at the Ice House, no matter how much I might feel like it, now can I?" she cheekily asked her boyfriend, who couldn´t help smiling at the idea of it.

"Why not? It would give them a show, that they´d want to come back and see, don´t you think?" he jokingly suggested, before the smile on his face soon began to turn into a face full of excitement, when she began unbuttoning the top button on her jeans and only seconds later, was lying next to him wearing nothing except for a pair of thin, white socks and the slim fitting pink t-shirt, that he´d bought her as partly a joke gift for her 14th birthday, long before the idea of them doing anything as erotic and arousing as this together had popped into either of their heads.

"Pacey, say that I ask you to do something for ... or rather to me, would you do it?" she softly asked him, while she led his hand down to the only place, she wanted it to be.

"Like?" he very quietly asked her back, while she savored that one of his hands was caressing her naked backside and two fingers on the other one were sliding in and out of her already more than ready for it holiest of holies.

"It´s just that I was talking to Abby, and she told me about this thing that her and Melissa love to do with their tongues to one another ... I mean, of course you shouldn´t feel forced to, if you don´t want to ..." she began partly speaking, partly moaning, until it became impossible for her to get another word out, thanks to the sheer erotic ecstasy that was coursing through her veins.

"Just try to keep your volume low enough, to where my sister and mom won´t hear you, okay?" was all that he sweetly asked of her, before he started kissing her softly down her silky-skinned breasts and stomach. And, as she got comfortable and spread her legs for the intense sexual delight, that was soon to come for this usually awkward feeling girl from the wrong side of the creek, she also had to send a little quiet thanks to Abby, for having given her this glorious idea.

An hour or so later, as she laid in him arms, feeling exhausted and with small shivers of orgasmic pleasure still reeling through her hyper-sensitive body, she could only say (in spite of how much better that she´d become with time, when it came to the art of self-pleasure, since her first awkward and fumbling beginnings) that what she´d just experienced had by far exceeded all of her wildest expectations of how intense and pleasurable that an orgasm could be for a girl. During those most intense moments, where the waves of pleasure spread from her tiny clitoris and all the way through the rest of her shivering with pleasure body out to the tips of her toes and fingers, she´d had to stuff a corner of one of Pacey´s pillows into her own mouth, or she would no doubt have let out such incredibly loud moans and screams, that it would have alerted both Pacey´s mom and older sister, not to mention the rest of their neighborhood, as to what kind of new and exciting erotic head waves had been made in the lives of Joey Potter and Pacey Witter on that memorable evening.

She hadn´t "Returned the Favor" to Pacey, like Abby had suggested that she should do, which he´d assured her was okay with him, but as he drove her home in his mom´s car to the far more lonely bed that awaited her there, they freely discussed it as being the logical next step on this, their journey towards doing the one thing, she couldn´t tell her sister about and wanted to do with him, more than anything else.

END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE