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I had to shake my head as Jeremy Pax came into the teachers’ lounge. I was under the impression that the new person always has to earn their place — you know, serve their time before they were accepted among the supremely ignorant with degrees, or at least that’s how I think of the staff at the elementary school I work for. It took me three long years before I really earned the respect of the others and managed to get more than just a casual head nod and smile in passing. No, now I finally get the, “Hey, how was your weekend?” routine. Not Jeremy, though. He was the new fourth grade teacher that signed on last year. Sure, okay, so he’d been there a year, but as far as I was concerned, he was still new.

Jeremy flirted his way into the crowd. He had mothers coming out of conferences grinning from ear to ear. He had half of the female staff in love with him. Hell, he even winks at our seventy year old receptionist. So, I wasn’t very surprised to see him turning his charm on Katie, one of our second grade teachers who sold make up on the side. Stirring my coffee, I reached for the weather section of the newspaper and tried to concentrate, but there was Katie, laughing her Mary Kay face right off and eating up every word he had to say.

“Your husband is a very lucky man to wake up to that smile everyday.” He gave her his prize winning grin.

“Pax …” She batted her fake eyelashes at him. “You’re too much.” And with that, Katie swayed her hourglass figure right out the door leaving Jeremy and me alone in the lounge.

“Oh, I think I just threw up a little,” I remarked as I saw him lean over to deliberately watch Katie’s pencil skirt leave.

“Good morning to you too.” He rolled his eyes and poured himself a cup of coffee. “What’s the forecast? No, wait! Let me guess…” He paused before turning back and then smiled for dramatic effect. “Frigid with a 100% chance of jealousy.”

Now, I know a lot of jackasses, but Jeremy had just entered into the royal family of them.

“No, actually,” I said, putting the paper back casually, “it’s raining dip shits with cheesy lines.”

It was so very satisfying to see his face fall. We hardly ever spoke, but if he wanted to play this game, then he was going to lose.

“Kiss my ass, Chelsea,” he bit out before taking a sip of his coffee.

Oh yeah, that last one got to him alright and what do you know? He did know my name.

“Shave it first,” I retorted, feeling the confidence of having the upper hand and wanting to establish myself as being senior to him even though we were probably close in age and both acting very immature at the moment.

“What’s that? You want to shave my ass?” He quirked a brow and acted as if he were appalled at the thought. I was just about to smash his lame comeback, but before I could, I saw Theresa Crowe walk in and I immediately stood up. She was one of the older teachers who would absolutely not approve of the conversation we were having. Unfortunately, Jeremy had his back to her and pounced on the gifted moment of silence from me in effort to back up his lameness.

“You know, you should really watch yourself. I might just have to report you for harassment,” he said with a smug smile. I simply could not speak when the old bird’s face had her eyeballs ready to pop straight out. My jaw dropped slightly in effort to say something in defense or at least smooth the situation. My eyes darted from Jeremy back to Theresa before I decided that I just need to leave.

Sensing something was wrong, Jeremy finally turned around and saw why he’d won our verbal sparring. I was already halfway out the door and pushing past The Crow, as she was known, when he called out, “See you at the convention.” As if nothing had happened and all was well. As if I would come within ten feet of him at the convention!

The day went by painfully slow with the stress of wondering if I was going to be called in at any moment to discuss my unprofessional behavior with the royal jackass. The night went by even slower since the convention was two fun filled days starting at 7am the next morning. The way gossip flew, I was positive that everyone was going to wonder what kind of pervert I was to harass someone like Jeremy Pax. So much for a relaxing weekend. I didn’t want to go, but now I had to. Not showing up would be as good as admitting I was guilty, and I was so not guilty.

* * *

The alarm went off way too soon, but I dragged my groggy self out of bed with eyes still closed. I was on auto pilot turning on the coffee, taking a quick shower, getting dressed, but this morning I had to pack an overnight bag. Without the spare time, I grabbed a granola bar for breakfast and headed out the door.

Speeding just a little to avoid the attention of being late, I finally pulled up to the Atlantis Hotel and Casino. It was several stories tall and felt more like a Vegas visit than a teachers convention. This year’s theme was on the do’s and don’ts of bullying, how to deal with aggressive students and their parents among other things. There was going to be guest speakers and a semi formal dinner with free bar and beverages, which I planned to take full advantage of.

We were instructed to meet at the lobby and I could see a massive group of people, many of whom I worked with. I came through the crowd looking for some answer as to what we were doing when Josh Warren approached me with a grin and said, “Hey, Chelsea. Save a dance for me later,” and then started for the elevator.

Oh, my God. Josh was fucking sexy as hell and he wanted to dance with me. Maybe this weekend wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Then I heard my name: “Chelsea Wilson?”

“I’m over here,” I called out.

“You’re rooming with Ms. Crowe,” the woman at the front desk informed me. She gave me a room key and smiled faintly before going on to the next name. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, but there she was, The Crow, fluttering her way to the elevator. I decided to wait for the next one.

Finally, with a small ting a door opened to reveal a glass elevator that overlooked the city as it went up its many floors. Stepping inside, I waited for others to come in behind me, and lo and behold, Jeremy walked in smirking like the jackass he was. “We meet again.” Oh, the things I would say if we weren’t squeezed into a confined space with eight other people. Instead, I gave my best I smell shit face before turning away to look at the view. As we went up, I started to feel dizzy. I’d never been up this high. The cars were looking tiny and I had to grab hold of the railing to keep from having a full on panic attack. My heart was pounding and I was trying to take deep breaths to compensate, but the elevator kept stopping at various floors and mine seemed to be at the top. “Afraid of heights, huh?” Jeremy’s smile dropped when he saw the shear terror showing on my face.

“Get me off,” I begged in a desperate whisper.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He smirked again before grabbing my elbow and hauling me away from the horrifying view to exit the elevator on the floor it was stopped at.

“What floor are you on?” he asked.

I looked at my room key. “Twenty-seventh.”

“That’s only a couple floors up from here, so we’ll take the stairs. I’m on the twenty-sixth,” he told me with a strange calmness that was suddenly irritating.

“I don’t care what floor you’re on,” I snapped, and then sighed since it was decent that he got me out of the glass death trap. “I just need to get to my room.”

“You’re so uptight,” he said with a shake of his head, and then led the way to the stairs.

“Yeah, well I get to room with The Crow so don’t judge me,” I retorted.

“No shit?!” He was trying not to laugh, I could tell.

“Shut up,” I replied, unamused.

* * *

The guest speakers weren’t as bad as I would have expected but, throughout the day I found myself staring at the back of Jeremy’s head. He’d turned around a few times and I wasn’t sure if he saw me, but so what if he did? It’s not like I was checking him out. He wasn’t unattractive though, but it’s not like he was Josh. Josh had a crazy body with killer eyes. Jeremy on the other hand had dark hair that was receding a little, his eyes were sharp, his smile was his best feature and annoyingly so, but there was just something, aside from the whole harassment situation, that made me want to smack him.

Oddly enough, I was able to avoid The Crow when visiting my room to get dressed for dinner. It was like she was always an hour ahead of me, so we didn’t cross paths, which was nice. I wore a simple black dress with a high neckline, but a plunging back that swooped down midway. It was complimentary to my figure in a sexy way without being trashy, perfect for the occasion.

Dinner went by smoothly with the constant buzz of clinking silverware and mingling chatter hovering about the room. I made my rounds saying hello to various co-workers as I secretly tried to find Josh. He was nowhere in site. It was doubly depressing when I thought about the extra time I’d spent trying to look good for the jerk. Save a dance for me, my ass. It was definitely time to get a drink or three.

***

“Looking for me?” Jeremy came up behind me as I was sipping on my freshly made margarita and enjoying the room from an empty central table. Music began to pump and the normally professional teachers began to flop and gyrate their bodies in attempt to look like high school versions of themselves, which was just damn pathetic and totally worth the central table view.

“That’s a hell no,” I responded as I licked the salt from the rim of my glass.

“Thanks,” he said, pulling out a chair. “I’d be glad to join you.”

I had the urge to lean back since he’d scooted his chair so close to mine. I could see his eyes sparkling. He was obviously enjoying my sudden discomfort. “Michelle’s dress is practically screaming one nighter .” I nodded toward the dance floor where good old Michelle’s tits were fighting to stay in the red tube dress that was suctioned tightly to her overly voluptuous figure. “That would probably be a better use of your time.”

“Probably.” He shrugged and then had the nerve to grab the maraschino cherry out of my drink.

“Hey,” I protested just as he put it into his mouth. “That was mine.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He feigned an innocent look. “Did you want it back?” he asked as he opened his mouth, exposing the half-chewed cherry. The sick bastard! I could have rolled my eyes and let it go, but I didn’t. Instead, I shocked us both by reaching in his mouth to grab it. Probably out of reflex, he shut his mouth and clamped his teeth down onto my thumb, which I managed to pull free, and my index finger, which wasn’t so lucky.

“Ouch!” I tried to pull my finger free. I was a second away from smacking his damn face, when he loosened his grip only slightly and began to suck on my finger so that when I pulled it out, it made a popping sound.

Our eyes were locked for a long moment and I found myself speechless. It was entirely idiotic and yet, I was feeling hot little swirls of excitement deep down.

“Hey, Chelsea.” I looked up to see Josh, his eyes darting from Jeremy to me. “Are you busy?”

Was I busy?! I looked over at Jeremy and he was clearly measuring up Josh.

“Uh, no,” I replied feeling kind of awkward since Jeremy had just sucked me into a strange kind of mood that I wasn’t exactly eager to leave, but not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. I decided it was time for the jackass to see how a real woman flirts. “Not at all,” I said as I winked back at Jeremy and took Josh’s hand to the dance floor.

The music was some sort of remix of Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics and was pushing a good beat. I could feel the tequila making itself useful and Josh pulled me close and started swinging his hips to the beat. I tried to match the swing of his hips with my own and looked up at him. His eyes were looking into mine and he was crazy intense. For some reason I found it humorous that he would be trying so hard. I could feel the laugh bubbling up inside and I knew it was coming, so I turned around and saw Jeremy staring at us, at me . Josh took that as his cue to put his hands on my hips and grind me from behind, but I was trying so hard not to laugh. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or Jeremy staring at me, but I just couldn’t take the situation seriously. Looking at Jeremy, I saw he wore a knowing grin, and it felt like he and I were sharing some kind of private joke.

I turned back and finished the dance with Josh, after which he leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and whispered his room number into my ear. I couldn’t believe it. The opportunity to get with that sexy hunk of man meat was almost impossible to pass up, but somehow it felt cheap, especially after I called Michelle a one nighter. Flattered as hell, I nodded and then turned to look back at Jeremy…who was no longer there. Telling myself that I wasn’t disappointed, I headed back for my drink, which was half gone. Apparently Jeremy had helped himself to that too.

* * *

After three solid drinks, I found myself buzzed enough to ride the glass bubble that they called an elevator back up to my room. The night lights from the city were shimmering and glittering so beautifully in my intoxicated state and all I could hope was that The Crow was long passed out and sleeping so she couldn’t add drunkenness to her list of my offenses when she turned me in.

I quietly unlocked the door and stepped in. The room was dark and the curtains were open a fraction, letting the city lights shine in enough to show the way to the bathroom. I went quickly inside and shrugged out of my dress, brushed my teeth and readied for bed. Relieved that The Crow was clearly asleep, I turned out the bathroom light and headed for the empty bed. I tried to quiet my mind and let the weight of my heavy head sink me into sleep. I was just about there when a rustling from the bed next to me turned into legs sliding into my own bed.

“Whoa!” I bolted upright.

“Shhhh, you’re so uptight,” spoke a familiar male voice.

I sucked in my breath at the immediate recognition. “How the hell did you get in here?” I yelled in a whisper, partially to mind his hush and partially because I was too buzzed to care that I was minding it. I felt his bare legs on mine. They were large, hairy, and very warm. I could almost, but not quite, make out his face in the darkness.

“I struck a deal with The Crow,” he informed matter of factly, as if that explained it all. He tried to nudge me back down with a push on the shoulder, but I resisted.

“What?!”

“It’s true,” he sighed. “Yesterday, in the lounge, she asked me if I needed a witness in my harassment case against you, she said she would provide it. When I told her that we were just kidding around, she threatened to report both of us,” he said with a laugh.

“Iknew it!” I felt a rush of anxiety. “I’m going to lose my job, thanks to you.”

“Noooo,” he snickered. “Let me finish. So, I tried to talk her down and tell her that I apologize if we offended her in any way and she tells me that she’ll not report us if I do something.”

“What exactly is that?” I asked, now curious.

“She was in charge of setting up the rooms. She told me that she would room with you and that I would be rooming with Mr. Carter. She said that during the morning break of the conference, I had to meet up and switch room keys with her.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I interrupted in disbelief.

“So, here I am, rooming with you.” He nudged me back down and I didn’t resist. I just let myself fall back to my pillow with a sense of relief in the knowledge that I wasn’t going to lose my job. All I had to do was share a room with Jeremy.

Oh, my, GOD!! Jeremy was in my room, in my bed and running his fingers all over my bare chest!!! All of the information about The Crow was so much to take in, I didn’t even notice in my buzzed state that he was so easily taking liberties with me. It just felt so normal, so right, like he was supposed to be rolling his fingertips on my nipples. What was wrong with me?

“What are you doing?” I asked very seriously.

He didn’t stop touching me as he answered. “I don’t really know. I was fully planning on sleeping in my bed and scaring the crap out of you in the morning by letting you think we slept together since you’re clearly drunk. But then you came out of the bathroom naked, with the exception of your panties, and I couldn’t resist. I had to know…” he trailed off.

“What?” I was breathless and felt a tingling heat start to come to life low in my core.

“If you were as soft as you looked.” He cupped my perky breasts gently and then squeezed a little. “If you taste as soft as you feel,” he continued as he flicked his tongue on one nipple then the other before sliding it up my neck to bite gently. I was covered in goose bumps and burning from the inside out.

“And what is the verdict?” I asked when I could feel him looking down on me in the scant light.

“Mmmmm…” He came down to brush his lips over mine. “The jury is still out” — he licked them softly — “more evidence is necessary.”

That was it. I lost whatever reservations I had about Jeremy Pax in that moment. I completely wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close so I could kiss him fully. In return, he rolled over the top of me and pushed his protruding hardness against the flimsy silk of my panties.

“You’re wet,” he said just as his cell phone jingled a noise that told him that he had a text message. He rolled off from me and reached down into his pants pockets to see just who was messaging him at almost midnight.

“What is it?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.

“Shit.” He rolled off the bed and started putting on his pants. “Get dressed. The Crow wants her room back. I guess things didn’t go as expected for her.”

The news was shocking to me and I ran into the bathroom to fetch my dress. Feeling like I was a teenager about to get caught, the reality of what I was just doing and who I was doing it with, hit with a force. I started packing up my things and putting them into my duffel bag. Seconds later I was ready to leave.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get us another room,” Jeremy said as he held the door open for me.

“No, I’m going home,” I said as I rushed down the hall to the dreaded elevator. Pushing the down button several times and praying for a quick and easy exit, I tossed him a quick look over my shoulder. He looked as smoldering as I was. Hopefully my hormones would hold out long enough for me to not do something stupid.

“Wait up,” he said as he caught up to me by the elevator. “You can’t drive home like this. You’ve had too much to drink.”

He wasn’t wrong, but there was no way I was sticking around. “I’ve had three, I’ll be fine.” The elevator doors finally opened and I didn’t hesitate. No one was inside and the expansive view was all around me.

He held the doors open and looked at me. “You are not fine. We’re getting a room, end of story.” I pulled him inside and he didn’t resist, thinking that it was my way of agreeing.

“This was a mistake.” I was breathing hard and trying not to focus on the view, especially the hot eyes zeroing in on me. “You don’t even like me. You need someone like Michelle or Katie.”

“Whoa! Katie is married and Michelle? Come on, give me a little credit.” He looked hurt.

“This isn’t happening Pax. I’m not a one nighter, okay?” I grabbed for the rail and felt myself loosing balance. We were halfway down and he got this wild look in his eye. Before I knew what he was doing, he pushed the emergency stop button which sent off a silent alarm to the staff below.

“What are you doing?!” I exclaimed as he pinned me up against the rail.

“I never said you were a one nighter!” He looked angry. “You just need to pull the stick out of your ass for a minute and—"

I cut him off by smacking him square across the face. How dare he say something like that to me when he had almost ruined my career and now had me trapped up 15 stories high.

“That’s it,” he smiled ruthlessly. “Get pissed. Lose control for once in your pristine little life!”

“What seems to be the problem?” a female voice squawked out of the small speaker below the buttons.

Jeremy turned and pushed a button to reply. “I will give you a dollar for every minute you leave us alone.” He was serious.

“You have 30 minutes,” the female squawk sounded hushed. He smiled and came back over to me. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Oh, hell no! You aren’t keeping me up here for 30 minutes,” I went to try for the buttons but he caught me and pushed me up against the rail again.

“What are you so afraid of, huh?” He spun me around and forced me to look at the never ending night beyond the glass.

“Jeremy, please!” I begged him as I felt my heartbeat pounding in my ears. He pushed his body against the back of mine. He reached up under the skirt of my dress and ran his fingers up my inner thigh.

“Just feel it. Let yourself go,” he coaxed and he let his fingers run over the wet spot in my panties.

I felt myself tense up at his touch. “I can’t,” I whispered.

He pulled me closer against him and ran his hand up my dress to cup my breast. With the other hand he slipped his fingers through the side of my panties and felt a new kind of wet silk. The whole world began to twirl and I felt like I could hyperventilate at any moment.

He flipped me around and I looked into his eyes. He was crazy intense, only he wasn’t funny. He bent to kiss me and I found myself reluctant. “But you don’t even know me,” I protested with centimeters between us.

“Ahh, but I’ve watched you,” he said and then stuck his finger deep into my pussy.

“Ooooohhhh!” I cried out in surprised pleasure. He watched me crumble beneath him and I knew that I would be unable to resist him. He knew it too. He took out his finger and grabbed for my hand. I could feel my wetness on his fingers as he guided my hand to his hard throbbing cock.

“Feel this? This is for you,” he said as he bent and kissed me hard on the mouth. “It’s been for you for the last year,” he mumbled into my mouth. I couldn’t help but return his kiss with a desperate urgency that I had been holding back.

He became very passionate, grabbed my thighs and lifted me so that I fit up against him and the glass. Using the rail for extra support, he pulled aside my panties and unzipped his pants. Just as panic was beginning to seize me at the idea of only glass separating me from sure death, he let the head of his dick swirl into my wetness right before he slammed inside. In that moment, nothing and no one was sexier than Jeremy. He was a raging beast fueled by a lust that had been pent up for who knows how long. I was matching his thrusts with a passion of my own. He was right, I was jealous. Not of the women he flirted with, but of him. He was magnificent in his ability to manipulate people. It was a thrilling ride to think that the lines of who was doing the manipulating in our particular situation were so blurred that it no longer mattered at the moment.

It was wild. My moans and cries of pleasure were echoing in the small space as his grunts of strength and determination to plunge deeper became louder and louder. He was so unbelievably sexy in a raw and barbaric sort of way, which was intensified by the tiny beads of sweat along his temple. I licked his face and he growled and bit my neck as he pulled me down to the floor.

Fear gripped me on the way down when a sense of free falling came over me. I grabbed for his shirt and tore it on accident as I was trying to hold close to him. He looked down and smiled at the damage. He lifted up my skirt and dragged my panties off from me, “That’s a nice dress,” he said breathlessly.

“Thanks.” I pulled him down for a kiss as he lined up for entry.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he promised and then gripped the high neck line and ripped it apart down to the navel.

“Oh, my…“ I was interrupted by the shock of what he’d just done with the full force of his penetration. He was pounding into me at a savage pace. “…GOD!” I finished. It was unbelievable. He was staring down at my small bouncing breasts which had no problem peeking out when the dress fell away with the rocking of our bodies. My head was swimming with the vision of him surrounded by the eerie glow of the city lights shining behind him. It was almost like getting fucked inside of a snow globe, except that the snow wasn’t falling in slow motion. Everything was happening so fast. I could feel a quickening of the heat building deep inside.

“Jeremy,” I breathed. “Ooooo, it feels too good.”

Slowing his thrusts, he brought his mouth down to mine, dipped his tongue inside and lapped softly between my lips. The sensation was amazing when coupled with the touch of one of his finger tips circling on my clit. I brought my hands up underneath his shirt and around to his back. I tried to hug closer, so I could lift up and take him deeper. My moans were soft and airy then eventually stopped as I held my breath.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Come all over my me.”

My whole body tensed with quakes of electric delight dancing from the tip of my clit to the tips of my curling toes.

“I feel it,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to hold back his own release. I finally exhaled with a full on cry of pleasure as the last pulse of orgasm squeezed from me onto him. He looked down on me with kind of desperation I’d never seen. “Is it done?” he asked. I nodded my head to affirm that yes, my climax was finished.

“Good, now you can feel mine.” His ragged voice was low with what almost seemed like anger. He drove into me with punishing strength. My pussy awakened to a new fire as I was inching across the floor with each new thrust. I cried out several times, the wind was swept from my lungs and I finally scraped my nails down his back then gripped tight to his ass cheeks and squeezed.

He suddenly pulled out and I felt hot splatters of cum shooting across my chest. He was moaning and more splatters sprayed my neck and some even got in my hair. His eyes were shut tightly as he squeezed the last bits of cum from his cock.

I was staring at him with pure awe and wonder. After a moment when time seemed to stand completely still, he slowly opened his eyes. “It really is a nice dress,” he remarked with a grin as he took in the view of my cum splattered and torn dress.

“Yeah.” I laughed. “I’m sure we look like we just stepped out of that Hitchcock movie. Our clothes are all torn, our hair is a mess, and I even have droppings.” I raised a brow and I smeared in some of his cum.

“No fucking way!” he exclaimed as he looked past me to the outside.

“What?” I asked as I turned and then I saw. It was The Crow on her way up in a neighboring glass encased elevator. She was staring at us with the same bug eyed expression she wore the first time she happened upon Jeremy and me in what was considered an inappropriate situation.

“We are so dead.” I smiled at him.

He reached over and closed the rip in my dress and brought me close to him. “Get a room with me.”

I got up on my tippy toes to kiss him. “Come home with me,” I countered.

“I’m driving.” He smiled into the kiss and hunted blindly for the button to send the elevator back down. We kissed the whole ride down and fears of the glass elevator were replaced with dreams and visions of how to reach new passionate heights.

My friends call me Pete or Pedey. Some of you will know Kim is my sister. She seemed to turn off boys after her experience at The Pines or, at least, off my friends. Maybe she’d only done what she had with them to have something to brag to her girlfriends about.

I came of age, sexually, the same summer she did. It was on an equally hot day. Kim was out somewhere and my friends and I decided to go to the river by ourselves, planning to swim at Bartons Rock (where there were likely to be other teens) and, in the back of our minds, hoping to get lucky.

In my case, that would be doing anything more than just kiss a girl.

The swimming hole was at the end of a twisting dirt road. There was only a small parking area and it was full when we arrived. I had to stop my mother’s car at the end of a row of other dusty vehicles on the verge beside the tall forest trees.

We all climbed out. There was the fresh smell of countryside and, in the distance, the sounds of splashing, and the hoops and hollers of kids enjoying themselves. The noise was louder than the cackle of cicadas around us.

There were no changing sheds. My friends and I got into our togs standing by the car, not too concerned about the possibility of someone else arriving. There were flashes of male organs and dark pubic hair, and then my friends were ready to walk down the road to the riverbank. “Coming?” Al asked me. The others paused in their tracks. “I’m just going for a leak first.” “Do it in your togs in the river, ” Chandler suggested. “No one’s going to notice.” “You guys go ahead. I won’t be long.”

They took off without further encouragement. Feeling the urge to pee more strongly than ever, I locked the car and then located an offshoot of the track to The Pines. I could have just gone at the edge of the trees and hoped no one came along, but modesty (about peeing at least) made me seek cover further in.

There was a set of rapids between The Pines and Bartons Rock and I could hear the roaring sound of rushing water before I found a patch of suitably dense undergrowth I could use as a barrier behind which to relieve myself. With a sense of urgency, I ducked and pushed my way through it. Unexpectedly, I came out into a small clearing where, just above the ground, a fallen tree was still held up by its broken branches. There were clothes thrown over the prone trunk.

I wasn’t alone – there was a girl. We both froze. Bright sunlight came down through the break in the canopy, lighting her body. It was the loveliest I’d ever dreamt of seeing. She had been using the cover of the surrounding vegetation to change into her swimsuit. It was one-piece and figure hugging. She had it pulled most of the way up, and had been about to put an arm through a shoulder strap. Her breasts were still bare.

She recovered from her surprise, grabbed her towel off the tree trunk, and held it against her chest. We’d instantly recognised each other, being in the same class at school. Her name was Susan. I’d occasionally caught her glancing at me during lessons, seeming interested. I’d wanted to ask her out, but shyness had left me admiring her from afar, unless my sexual fantasies count. She’d been supplanted in them only after I saw Kim naked at The Pines.

I hadn’t wanted to have incestuous feelings about Kim, but the memory of what I’d seen her do was a greater sexual stimulus than anything I could ever imagine. So, yeah, lately I’d jerked off thinking about my own sister instead of Susan.

“Have you been watching me?” The accusation, and the after-image in my head of her naked breasts, made me flush guiltily. “No, ” I said. “Did you follow me from the car park?” I denied that too. “I just came in here by accident.” Her blue eyes took in that I had a towel over one bare shoulder and that my swimming trunks were dry. “Why?” “I needed to …” “What?” Her short, wavy-blonde hair distracted me. “You wanted to do what, ” she persisted. “You know.” Her back stiffened. “I don’t know what boys need to go into the bushes to do.” “Take a leak, ” I blurted, blushing more deeply because I knew what she was implying. “Oh, ” she said, her lips matching the sound. “Sorry I surprised you. I didn’t expect to see anyone.” “But you saw me.” Her eyes got a teasing twinkle in them.

A different urge replaced the one in my bladder; this time it had shifted to my groin. I was alone with the girl of my fantasies. She was wearing a revealing swimsuit and modestly holding a towel over her otherwise bare breasts. She hadn’t screamed when I stumbled on her, nor had she subsequently told me to leave. Either she was sexually experienced (like my sister had seemed to me to be) or, for some other reason, wasn’t scared by the situation she was in. Maybe curiosity had gotten the better of her.

She added, “You could pretend I’m not here and do what you were going to do.” The suggestion was the last thing I’d expected. Maybe she thought I needed that bad to relieve myself. I checked, “You want me to pee in front of you?” Because she was a girl, I ’d softened it from “take a leak”. She was looking at my crotch. Maybe what she really wanted was to see my cock, I figured, or maybe to humiliate me by leaving before I got it all the way out.

“I didn’t say I was going to watch.” Her eyes lifted, “But if I did, you wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?”

Even if the urge came back (much as I wanted it to if she was genuine) I wasn’t sure I could do it in front of a girl – anymore than she could in front of me, I was sure – though the idea made my cock swell even more.

“I wouldn’t tell anyone, ” I heard myself saying. I wondered if the summer heat had affected all the girls of the town the same way. Yet, if she was genuinely attracted to me, it seemed a strange thing for her to want me to do in front of her. Maybe it was just spur of the moment.

“Or maybe you’re too shy, ” she teased me with a grin. I figured it out. “So you were just kidding.” “Perhaps I only wanted to find out what sort of boy you are. Or maybe I might have watched and then sent you on your way.” She looked momentarily coy. We stared at each other until she became disconcerted. “If you’ll turn round now I’ll finish getting my swimsuit on.” “I’d rather watch.” My boldness astounded me. She was inquisitive and direct, responding, “Is that because you like me?” “Very much … for quite awhile.” “Why haven’t you ever asked me out?” “I thought you’d say no.” “I wouldn’t have.” My heart leapt. I didn’t know how to respond.

Susan slowly lowered her towel. “You didn’t just say you liked me because you wanted to see these again?” She looked down at her bare breasts. I found my voice, despite what I was seeing. “No. I really like you. Ever since you arrived at school.” Our eyes met. She knew the effect her exposed tits were having on me, and wasn’t shy about it.

Susan could have been Kim’s double in body size, their breasts equally gorgeous. Emotionally, though, I was reacting differently. Seeing Kim’s tits had been a first-time thrill; having Susan let me see hers meant something more.

Responding to the invitation in her eyes, I crossed the gap between us. Her soft lips met mine. I closed my eyes, shutting out everything except the sensation of the kiss. We parted for breath, stared into each other’s eyes in misty attraction, and then brought our lips together again.

When she put her arms around my neck I was reminded she was only half-dressed. I could feel the softness of bare breasts pressed against my chest. It was the most beautiful sensation I’d experienced in my entire life.

Susan’s lips parted. We stole a breath while almost mouth-to-mouth then plunged back into the heady excitement and passionate emotion of our embrace.

I don’t know how long we kept it up, forgetting anything else. It was Susan who reminded me that tongues could participate too. Our lips were barely touching when her tongue slid between my teeth and touched mine. The tips did a kind of involuntary dance together, wetly twining and curling. Sensations of pleasure and delight washed over me. Her mouth opened wider on mine and her tongue plunged deeper. My arms were already about her and I drew her closer, the bursting bulge in my swim-trunks instinctively seeking contact.

I knew I had found the place it belonged as soon as our private parts touched, cloth to cloth. We mutually gasped in a breath then locked together again, lips open, tongue to tongue, grinding our pelvises together in a close approximation of ecstasy.

“Sus-s-an-n!” It was a male voice calling out. We sprang apart as if someone had jabbed us with a cattle prod. “Sus-s-an-n!” The voice was coming closer, from the path.

Susan was shrugging hurriedly into the straps of her swimsuit. “Who is it, ” I whispered. “The boy I came with.” She put her finger to her lips. I knew then she was not preparing to leave me. We held our breaths. The voice went on by and faded. “He’ll organise a search party if he doesn’t find you, ” I said practically, before I could stop myself. “Didn’t you come with someone?” “Just some other boys. They probably won’t miss me until they’re ready to go.” “Oh.” “Do you like this guy you’re with?” I probably had no right to ask. “It’s a first date.” Her eyes met mine. “I wouldn’t have gone on it if you’d ever asked me out.” Her whispered words made my heart swell with the beginnings of a real attachment for her.

“Sus-s-an-n!” The boy was coming back along the track. “I’ll go and speak to him.” Susan stepped around me, ignoring my stunned reaction. She pushed her way through the undergrowth and shrubbery towards the approaching voice.

A little later Susan emerged back in the clearing, looking serious. “What did you tell him?” “That I wasn’t feeling well and that I was going to lie down for a while out of the sun.” Seeing how beautiful she was (or that was how she seemed to me) I could believe her mystery boyfriend not wanting to fall out with her on a first date by arguing. “Won’t he come back?” I realised we were on borrowed time “No. I said I’d go down to the waterhole once I felt better.” Susan’s look held my gaze. It told how she felt about me.

I watched her lower the straps of her swimsuit then come towards me to sit at my side on the rough bark of the fallen tree. I could see the mounded tops of her breasts when she sat. Only the tips were holding up her swimsuit.

She reached over, took my hand – lifting it as her lips came towards mine – and placed it in the top of her swimsuit. My brain seemed to split in two, half of it aware of her lips corresponding with mine, and the other half devoted to what my hand felt. There was a rubbery nubble surrounded by swelling softness under a cover of velvet skin.

Okay, so no words can really describe it, especially that first time.

My wrist accidentally brushed the top of the swimsuit out of the way, exposing her breast. We stopped kissing and both looked down at where my hand was holding her.

I felt frozen, not knowing what to do next. Then I remembered my friends with their hands on my kid sister’s tits, and how they had manipulated them. I looked into Susan’s eyes and instinct took over, her shallow breathing deepening in response to my touch.

We kissed again. All the time, I was holding her breast, squeezing it gently, the nipple pressing into my palm. I slipped my tongue back into Susan’s mouth. Her tongue retreated coyly. Then it became assertive with mine, pushing it back between her teeth so that just the tips touched in a passionate kiss of their own. We sucked in fresh forest air. Teasing, her tongue pounced on mine. It was oral foreplay like I’d never experienced it before!

As our kiss deepened, she thrust her breast against my hand.

Her eyes were misty as they opened after we came up for another breath. “Play with my nipple, ” she begged. My hand, it seemed, wasn’t the first she’d invited.

Were all girls precocious like Kim, I wondered momentarily.

Going with the flow, I let my fingers draw out to a funnel over the tip of Susan’s breast. Squeezing gently on the nipple, unsure of how much pressure I should use, I drew it outwards. Susan let out a little gasp. “Did I hurt you?” I was suddenly all concern and remorse. “No.” The word quavered. “I liked that.” I kept doing it, feeling her respond and grow between my fingers. I almost felt frustrated when her nipple wouldn’t stand out any further. Then she gently drew my head towards her. I knew what she wanted me to do, and this time she groaned at the first sensations.

While I was sucking her nipple, like a novice Don Juan, my hand found something else to do, exposing her other breast and caressing its tip. Her hand stroked my head, and her chest thrust out, eager for stimulation.

I thought no physical sensation could be more beautiful, and then I felt her other hand push into the waistband of my shorts. It played with my pubic hair. After a few breathless seconds, her fingertips gradually worked downward, making first contact with the stiff base of my cock. They lingered there for a second then drew back, as if suddenly frightened by what they’d touched.

I lifted towards her fingertips, dying to make contact with them again, my mouth still on her nipple but no longer sucking.

The ends of her fingers made contact again. I felt rock-hard where they touched. Her thumb and forefinger explored, testing my girth, then withdrew shyly. Her hand came free of my shorts.

I straightened up and we stared at each other. “Do you want to …” I knew from the way she said it, and looked at me, what she meant. I countered, “Do you?” “I don’t know.” She swallowed. “I haven’t done it before.” My heart leapt to my throat as I admitted, “I haven’t either.” “Do you want me?” My insides lurched. “With all my heart and soul!” I think something happened inside her too, the way her expression changed. I didn’t want to do it just for the sex, and nor did she. I really cared about her.

Our lips met slowly in a tender kiss, her nipples brushing my chest. “You’ll have to show me what to do, ” she said.

I had no idea. Kim hadn’t let the boys go as far as fucking her. Didn’t a girl’s entrance need to be stimulated, somehow, before she could make love, I tried to recall.

My head filled with the picture of my friends licking Kim between the legs after she presented herself to them on her back. I didn’t want to shock Susan by suggesting we go there.

I’d heard some boys claim girls loved having fingers inside them, and sometimes did it to themselves. For a boy, getting them in a girl’s pussy was in the same league as finding the Holy Grail. None of us could imagine vividly beyond that.

Then I remembered Kim had stopped Chandler after he had his finger in her cunt hole. She may not have liked the feel of it, for all I knew, or she may not have wanted to be stimulated any further. Or maybe she just got scared.

I wanted to go back to the familiar joy of kissing Susan and fondling her breasts, but I knew it was time to seek another level of intimacy. I had to do something!

Standing up, I helped Susan off the tree trunk. She stood facing me, looking nervous and holding her swimsuit in case it slipped any further. She wasn’t attempting to cover her breasts though. I just hoped she couldn’t tell how nervous and unsure I was too.

Hiding it, I trampled the undergrowth in front of us then placed our towels side by side over it. She lay down on hers, on her back, and looked up at me. I took off my sandals, standing on one leg then the other, before lying down beside her.

We turned our heads and looked into each other’s eyes. “You can touch me, if you like, ” she said in a little voice.

I wondered if she’d ever said that to anybody else. Jealousy burned inside me for a moment. Then I melted under her gaze, and knew she hadn’t.

I pushed myself up on one elbow, tore my eyes away from the pink nipples on her mounded breasts, and let my gaze drift down to where a triangle of green swimsuit disappeared between her lightly parted thighs.

I bent forward and tentatively let my fingers touch the mounded crest of the triangle. There was springy hair underneath the swimsuit, and hardness when I pushed more firmly – the same hardness I’d felt pressed tightly against me when we stood embracing.

A shiver passed through Susan’s body and made my palm tingle when I felt it.

I looked back at her face. Her lips lifted at the corners in an almost-formed smile of encouragement. Her eyes seemed to shyly say, “Yes.”

I pressed down on her pubic mound, rotating the heel of my hand, unsure if that was what she wanted or not. All I knew was that I was going crazy from the sensation of touching her there.

I noticed her breathing quickening. Then I felt her hand cover mine and push it over the edge. My palm felt incredible softness as her legs magically opened. The sexy, hidden treasure between them was no longer guarded.

Her hand withdrew, leaving mine lightly touching the crotch of her swimsuit, sensing the shape of her private parts underneath.

I became aware she was pushing the top of her swimsuit down over her hips. She exposed her navel then most of her belly, and stopped.

I couldn’t resist the look in her eyes and I kissed her. At the same time, I lifted my hand and cupped one warm breast. She responded hesitantly then with greater passion, groaning into my mouth as my fingers teased her nipple.

She shifted, breaking from the kiss, and then sat up to push the swimsuit the rest of the way down, freeing it by lifting her butt off the towel.

I saw her dark-blonde pubic hair for the first time.

She leant forward and pushed the swimsuit over her knees. From there, she lifted one foot out and used it to kick the garment off her other leg.

She lay back, entirely nude now, watching my eyes adore her.

Even though I’d seen women in “Playboy” – and Kim in the flesh only a month ago – it took nothing away from looking at Susan’s body for the first time without a stitch of clothing on it. She was beautiful and fascinating beyond description!

Her bottom lip trembled. “Do you still want me?” I let my breath out in a rush, “Ever so much!” I couldn’t express how the thought of it caused almost physical pain. “Do you want to … play with me first … down there?” She bobbed her chin towards her belly. My answer must have been in my expression because she parted her thighs and drew her knees higher, opening herself.

I felt frozen and overwhelmed, probably with my mouth agape and looking stupid. “Do you think I look nice … down there?” “There’s no one more lovely!” She smiled, pleased that I’d said it, no longer caring whether it was true or not. “I’m glad you seem to like it so much.”

I realised she wasn’t really wanting me to just look, or to engage me in conversation. She was just chivvying me along.

I remembered her question – do you want to play with me down there first? It rather implied that if I didn’t know what to do, and providing her most intimate parts were being touched, it didn’t really matter.

I sort of recalled that Chandler was kneeling between my sister’s legs when he inserted his finger. It was exciting then – to watch – but in this new context it seemed a disrespectful thing to do. He’d simply poked his finger up as if into the end of a pipe. I didn’t want to do that to Susan.

I just shuffled my position, while I stared soulfully into her blue eyes, and reached out to touch her soft midriff. My hand slid over her tummy and down into the start of her crisp pubic hair, caressing her in the same way she had first caressed me.

The enormity of the thought that I was actually touching a girl’s pussy fur bounced around inside my head like an electronic pinball, shooting hot darts of pleasure into my groin. I thought I could hear the ching-ching-ching of each contact with my skull.

Susan’s hips swayed, pushing her pelvis against my hand eagerly. Her eyes told me how aware she was of where I was touching her. If I went any further, I felt certain I’d make a fool of myself. Just having my hand where it was seemed the ultimate! It was giving me more pleasure than I’d ever imagined anything could.

But she’d said, “Play with me.” How did you play with a girl’s thing? How did you make sure you were giving her pleasure too?

I let my fingers slide down through the hair because it seemed the only thing to do. Her body tensed, and I knew nobody else had ever had his hand where mine was heading. She had no experience to compare my attempts with, no matter how fumbling I might be.

I had some idea of her genital anatomy from pictures of shaved pussy I’d seen in magazines. I anticipated the relative position and shape of her outer labia as my fingertips separated and slid onto them. I knew that a girl’s slit (and I did not dare touch Susan’s yet) not only separated her two labia but also enclosed smaller lips and, somewhere low down, the entrance to her vagina. I’d heard the word “clit” bandied about as well, and I knew it was some part of a girl’s pussy that gave her special pleasure – but I could never figure out, from the porn photos, which part it was in all the intricate pink parts that showed when a model was holding herself open.

Through the fur, my fingertips touched the bottom of her labia.

Susan was still tensed, and I was holding my breath. I brought my fingertips together and tentatively drew them back up. I could feel a barrier of hairs, and sense a groove underneath it.

Susan’s eyes had gone wider. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

With my index finger, I traced the line of the depression upwards, and then slid two fingers back down together, trying to part the hair to either side. I found a spot that felt matted and wet, and instinctively concentrated there. The wetness was slippery, and the hair parted as if oiled. My fingertips touched something yielding that was softer than velvet.

The tension in Susan’s body melted away. The part of it I was touching was opening wider under my fingertips. I explored, encountering firm, lubricated flesh.

Susan began trying to slip the ring of her tight entrance on two of my fingers at once – as hard as I was endeavoring, without hurting her, to push them into the hidden depths beyond. She was breathing deeply in a jerky kind of way and her eyes had closed.

The entrance ring yielded gradually, seeming to grow more elastic, and then I was through, my fingers slipping into a yielding sheath that was squishy with wetness.

I was feeling Susan up!

She moaned softly as my palm came up against her pubic mound and my extended fingers investigated everything they could reach inside her. All the time, her entrance was opening wider, letting me further in.

As I stared at Susan’s lovely face a strange sensation came over me – I felt I was going gooey inside, as if all my internal organs had turned to marshmallow. It was incredible what she was letting me do – so overwhelmingly intimate!

Her eyes fluttered open and I melted even more. I exclaimed, overcome, “You’re amazing!”

“Make love to me!”

Her cunt muscles were expelling my fingers. She sat up, pushing me onto my back before starting to pull down the waistband of my shorts. My cock shot up, released as the elastic cleared it. She stared for a long moment and then finished taking off my swim-trunks with my eager help. Straddling my legs – all nude and beautiful – she made me begin to feel how it was to die and go to heaven. Her lovely blue eyes on mine, she reached between her legs to find the shaft of my penis, grasped it, and then guided it to her entrance. Before I could even think about what was happening, she was lowering herself onto the blunt point, enclosing it in juicy softness. I felt the same muscular ring as my fingers had, and momentary resistance, then my cock slid through.

My heart felt as if it had stopped beating and was going to burst, all my nerve endings as if they were concentrated in the one part of my body that was intimately wrapped by hers.

Involuntarily, I started thinking about hymens, wondering if I’d pierced hers as she came down on me. Would she start bleeding? Would the after-pain be more than she could bear? I’d heard the first-time horror stories. I tensed and froze.

“It’s all right, ” she said. “I tore mine a few years ago playing netball.” It was as if our intimate sexual link had let her read my mind. Either that, or she wanted to convince me she was still a virgin in every other way but one.

She lowered her head to kiss me. As her lips touched mine, she let her hips sink down, a reserve of elasticity allowing her to take me all the way up. I felt as if I was part of her, as if our flesh had merged.

My hands, on her back, were stroking its bareness as I responded to her kiss. She broke from the embrace, her breasts lifting to lightly touch my chest, and stared down into my eyes.

Still braced on her arms, she began moving her hips. I felt the taut ring around my cock sliding up the shaft. Just when I thought the head was going to pop out, she slid herself down again. I almost came. I had to fight the burning itch, in some hidden vessel connecting my balls and penis, to gush into her.

Somehow, she understood – perhaps she could see a struggle in my eyes, though I thought they were busy just adoring her – and she stayed still.

The urgent throbbing at the base of my cock ebbed. Then the stretched-tight ring moved up again, causing sensations that were pure magic. When it came down it seemed to go on forever. Her pubic hair merged with mine, her pubic bone grinding against me. The tip of my penis settled in some unyielding space deep inside her.

The next time her hips came down towards me, I thrust up instinctively. She groaned and stopped moving lower. I took over, bridging the space between us by lifting my hips, tightening my butt to plunge all the way in, and then semi-relaxing to pull part way out of her again.

Her gorgeous cunt started gripping my cock as it moved inside her. I made passionate thrusts only a further three or four times before I felt uncontrollable sensations in my groin boiling over. A flood of heat channeled through my loins. Then my cock was jerking, spurting into Susan. She gave a little gasp and sank onto me, grinding her pubic bone wildly.

My hands grasped her soft butt cheeks, holding her on my cock, my hips thrusting up. She bucked and rode me. My cock had gone numb. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and then her back arched. Her breath came out in a long, drawn out sigh. She collapsed on my chest and we lay together.

Between her legs, I felt my limp cock being progressively expelled until it flopped out like a slippery eel.

I realised we were both panting. She rolled off me onto her back, with my arm under her shoulders. I wanted to kiss her lips then her nipples and, more crazily, between her legs. But I lay exhausted, recovering.

Do you still like me?“ Her voice was almost plaintive. I turned my head towards her and it just came out, "I love you!” “I love you too!” Her eyes were warm with emotion, and she twisted over to come into my arms. Her beautiful nude body pressed against me. My cock felt a damp wetness where it touched her. “I’ll always love you, ” she vowed before her lips found mine. A passionate kiss sealed our new commitment to each other.

It was the start of the longest and most beautiful teenage relationship in my life.

“Do you want to touch it?”

My best friend stands in front of me, his hard cock arc-ing above the waistband of his boxers. He takes a step towards me, and it bobs up and down.

I suppose this should feel weird. We know each other so well that we’re practically brother and sister. And although I had always hoped that my first time would be with someone I loved and trusted, I never thought it would be with him. But here he is, with his dick standing up hard for me, and I want him too.

I’ve only ever seen hard dicks on the Internet. They look massive and exaggerated. I stare at my best friend’s cock, and it’s not as intimidating as what I’ve seen online. Still, I find myself wondering how it’s ever going to fit.

“Go ahead. Touch it.”

I reach tentatively towards him and let my fingers travel along his skin. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I am surprised at the silkiness of it.

I wrap my fingers around his shaft a little uncertainly. It feels warm and heavy in my hand. I slide my hand up and back down. My best friend shivers. I take a firmer grip and make the same motion again and he lets out an uneven throaty breath. I smile. I continue to stroke him. I like the feel of his cock in my hand.

“Your cock is nice,” I say shyly. “I like touching it.”

He smiles. He has had many lovers and his confidence is obvious.

I kneel in front of him and let my hand move down to his balls. I feel the weight of them. He lets out a moan and I jerk my hand away.

“No. That felt good,” my best friend whispers as he guides my hand back. I squeeze gently and he moans again.

His cock bobbles inches from my face. I take hold of it and stroke it a couple of times. I know guys like to have their dicks sucked and I wonder what his tastes like. I lean forward and cautiously lick the tip with my tongue. My best friend inhales sharply. I look up at him and he nods at me to continue. I flick my tongue out again and take a longer taste. He tastes salty.

Gathering confidence, I take the head into my mouth. I don’t know what to do, so at first I suck it tentatively, like a Tootsie Pop. Then I try sucking on his cock like a Popsicle, moving my mouth up and down. Finally, I try swirling my tongue around the top and down the shaft.

“Oh god,” my best friend shudders and makes a choking sound. “You’re going to make me come.”

Abruptly, he pulls me up and leads me by the hand towards the couch. He undoes the button at the waistband of my shorts, tugs them down over my hips, and tosses them to the floor.

I tremble as his hands slide under my t-shirt. His hands caress my skin, gliding over my ribs. He pulls the garment up and over my head. And all at once, I am overcome with shyness.

My best friend has never seen me without clothes. Suddenly I am worried that he won’t like what he sees. My body is more boy than girl. Years of track and field in high school and college have left me with a figure that is lean, toned, and athletic. But while my tummy is enviably flat, I have no real curves to speak of. I am a late bloomer and I feel like an ugly duckling.

I move to cover up, but my best friend takes my hand and makes me turn slowly in a circle in front of him. I can feel him appraising me as he looks at me from all angles. When I come back around to face him, he licks his lips.

“I like your lacy panties,” he says. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

I bite my lip and giggle nervously.

He draws me down onto the couch and lies beside me. I can feel the rigid heat of his hard cock pressing insistently against my thigh. He strokes my bare legs.

“You should never feel shy about your body,” he whispers. His voice is husky. “You look amazing.”

He strokes my belly and lets his hands drift lower. I trace the muscles on his back as he slides his hands under the elastic of my panties. I feel his fingers graze the growing wetness between my legs. He dips a finger into the moisture and lightly rubs the hard nub of my clit. The feeling is so intense, I try to push him away and pull him closer all at the same time.

He pushes my panties down now, and I gladly kick free of them. He spreads my legs wide and reaches between them once more. His fingers find my clit again and he teases and strokes it skillfully. I writhe beneath him. Slowly he presses a finger into my slick aching pussy. My body arcs towards him. When he carefully eases a second finger inside, I whimper and clutch at his shoulders. My best friend laughs softly and murmurs soothingly as he slides his fingers in and out.

“Please…” I whisper, not really knowing what I need.

My best friend sits up and pulls me onto his lap. I am straddling him and he positions his cock at my slippery opening. He maneuvers me onto him, letting me guide the speed of his entry. I feel my body contract around his hard cock. It feels enormous.

“My god. You’re so tight,” my best friend whispers hoarsely.

“No,” I gasp. “You’re too big.”

He eases me up almost off his cock and gently lowers me for a second time. He penetrates deeper. I let out a soft cry. My body stretches somewhat uncomfortably to accommodate him. My pussy relaxes and clenches around his cock. I am sure that he won’t fit. He guides me up and down again and enters me more deeply still. Once more, and I let out a groan that is half a sob as I feel him fill me completely.

I sit motionless for a moment, feeling my best friend’s cock snug inside me. The muscles of my pussy constrict and flutter around him. His hands firmly grip my waist. He begins to guide me with his hands and I begin to rock and move in his lap. I slide up and down on my best friends cock, feeling him fill me again and again. I find a rhythm and rock back and forth while his hands rove all over my body. He cups my small firm breasts and strokes my back. And he hugs me to him as I grind against him.

I wriggle faster and faster in his lap until he gasps that he won’t be able to hold on any more. My breath is coming in tiny gulps and I stammer that I won’t be able to either.

With that, my best friend pushes me onto my back and kneels between my legs. He grips my hips and plunges into me again and again. It feels as though the room is whirling. He drives himself deep into me and when we come, it feels like a wave is breaking over me. My body arches as I gasp and shudder. I wrap my legs around my best friend’s waist and pull him deeper inside me. My pussy contracts and pulses around his cock as I buck against him. He jerks and goes rigid and I feel him explode inside me, thrusting deep.

My best friend collapses onto me and we lie there catching our breaths. When he rolls off me, I feel his cum spill out of me. He strokes my hair and asks if I’m okay. I smile and nod.

I tell him that I hope things won’t get weird between us and he laughs and assures me that it doesn’t have to. Then he tells me I have a lot of potential, and I let out a naughty giggle.

I fall asleep happy, knowing that we will be able to share more times like this and I realize that I might never be able to get enough of my best friend’s cock.

I’m the bad girl who loves the ballers. I love sports, I love hip-hop, and I love the boys that do both.When I got to college last year, the first thing I did was find out how to get student tickets to thefootball and basketball games. I had to support my team, and if I could meet the boys, even better.Ours is a big school and I never did meet any that first year, but just as final exams were ending, I saw a flyer in the student union that grabbed my attention and didn’t let go: the football team neededvolunteer trainers for summer workouts.
College football teams aren’t really supposed to practice during the middle of the summer, but they do
anyway. The only difference is that the coaches can’t be there. The team captains run the practice,
and everyone that wants any playing time is sure to show up every day. Just like a regular practice,
the guys need water, bandages, and help carrying stuff around before and after the workouts. During
the school year, it’s usually snobby physical therapy majors who want the experience for their
resume. But most of those bitches go home for the summer, and so they put the word out. This
sounded right up my alley, and after a convincing visit with the head trainer, I was officially an
unofficial volunteer trainer with hopes of joining the training staff for football season in the fall.
You have to be a sports fan to enjoy being a volunteer trainer, otherwise it’s just boring work in
terrible heat, and by the end of the practice you have as much of the players’ sweat on you as your
own. Mostly I stayed out of the way as a trainer should, but I am who I am, I have to flirt and show off
a little bit, even if it pissed off the other volunteers to no end. In doing so, I got a few of the guys to
joke around and flirt back on water breaks and before and after practice. I love the look in a man’s
eye when he allows himself to be attracted to me, and I know I have his full attention. Distracting for
the team, maybe, but a girl’s got to get what she wants and have her fun. I certainly didn’t expect to
get what I wanted, and then some, on that scorching afternoon. In fact, it’s safe to say I didn’t even
set out to get it, but I only look back and smile now.
It was me and two other trainers that day, and it was my task to make sure showers were stocked
with soap, and that the towels were washed and available to the guys after their showers, then gather
them and get them washed again. The only problem was that I’d forgotten about both on that day,
and the other two left when practice ended, their practice chores completed. I hauled the rest of the
water bottles into the storage room and plugged into my ipod as I started to leave. Just then I heard a
shout, whipped around, and saw Charles, the defensive captain, standing naked facing me, and he
did not look happy. I ripped the headphones off quickly to find out the reason for his scowl.
“Xuan, where’s all the soap at?”, he barked. “And go get the towels, we ain’t even got one in here!” I
felt the blood drain from my face, remembering that Katie had left me with those tasks after the last
practice. His body was breathtaking, and I found myself absently staring at him even as I panicked
inside.
“Oh fuck,” I said in response, mostly to myself, gazing at his lower half, suddenly afraid to make eye
contact.
“Oh fuck what? Don’t tell me we ain’t got no soap, at least get us some fuckin’ soap!”, he said. His
words hung out there in silence for a few seconds.
“Umm, I think I messed up, Charles. I’m sorry!” I said, smiling nervously, hoping to charm my way out
of a serious tongue-lashing. If there was anyone on the team that wasn’t playing along with my flirt
routine, it was Charles. It was like he just didn’t have time to tolerate me, and so I tried my best to
stay out of his way. Right then, I found myself squarely in his way.
“I’ll be goddamned, thirty motherfuckers showering with no soap and no towels. Ain’t that a bitch!
Can’t you do anything right other than shakin’ your little Asian ass around here all the time? God-
DAMN!”, he said, almost yelling, before turning around and re-entering the locker room. I heard him
shout the bad news to the others as the door closed behind him and I my face went flush and the
tears started to well up. I liked having a good time but always meant to do my job, I’d just not paid
attention and made a mistake. All it would take is a phone call from Charles or another team leader to
the head trainer and I’d surely be told not to bother coming back again. I could hear a chorus of
groans and cursing at the news. Looking back it should’ve been no big deal, but it doesn’t take much
to irritate a group of men who just spent 3 hours beating each other to a pulp in 100-degree heat, and
guys that big and strong are more intimidating than the average man, by far.
Jamal stuck his head out the door, looking pissed off.
“Seriously? No soap? Can’t even get clean, and then what are we supposed to do, all air dry? It’s wet
and nasty as fuck in here, and I got a date right after this!”
Another two players came out to witness the exchange, then returned to the locker room with Jamal,
having confirmed the problem.
“Dumbass fuckin’ bitch,” I heard one of them say, accompanied by some grumbling but mostly
awkward silence. I thought back to all the times my dad chewed me out for not being responsible,
telling me that one day it would affect more people than just my dumb ass. I realized that time was
now; I’d let them down, and I had to take responsibility. I walked to the door of the locker room, took a
deep breath, then walked in, feeling the stifling, steamy air hit my face, then lungs as I left the cooler
hallway behind.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?”, I heard a voice say through the thick steam. A group of five
players stood naked, with another few milling about and still more in the showers behind the far wall.
“Guys?”, I said, meekly at first, then getting louder to be heard. “I’m really sorry about the soap and
the towels, that’s completely my bad! I’m sorry!”
I heard sarcastic comments, then another voice, whose owner walked toward me.
“ ‘Sorry’ don’t give us any damn soap, girl,” he said, a smirk on his face. “But I guess that’s okay by
you, right? You’re not the one caked in dirt and sweat.”
“Look,” I said, trying hard not to gawk at what dangled heavily between his legs. “I want to make it up
to you guys, it was a total fluke thing! I want to stick around here for the season and I want to make it
right”, I babbled, tears again forming in my eyes again.
All eyes were on me, but somehow it felt strange. They weren’t feeling sorry for me, or even mad at
me. No, it was something else.
“Make it right?”, said a voice behind me, just before two big hands lowered onto my shoulders. “I can
think of at least one way to make it right”, he chuckled. I turned my head and saw a tall white manwhen
they are that tall and that muscular, they are men, not boys.
“Yeah”, said another naked black man, emerging from the steam as he approached. “For all the
flirtin’, teasin’, ass-shakin’ you do, maybe there’s a natural way for you to make this even.” The grin on
his face and the look in his eyes were pure evil arousal. The hands on my shoulders started to slide
down, and my body shuddered as he gently pressed my ribcage, the tips of his fingers grazing the
sides of my breast through my gray staff t-shirt as they ran over my sides and approached my hips.
“This I want to see!”, another excitedly added, his uncut cock bouncing as he walked toward me. “I
see the way you give me that 'fuck me’ look, then turn away. Haha, didn’t think I’d want to do anything
about it, huh shorty?” Another approached from the side and touched my face.
“Little china doll, haha. So sexy, why don’t you show us a little something, give us a taste,” he said,
flipping my hair behind my ear as he hungrily scanned my body. Another two naked guys emerged
from the shower, and before I knew it a dozen guys surrounded me, some wet from the shower,
others still wet with grime and sweat, but all naked. I could’ve turned around, or even walked
backwards, and run away from there, but I did not. All these guys, hungry for me, wanting a little
piece, it took my breath away. I couldn’t speak a word. I was scared; over 2,000 pounds of pure man
was closing in on me, but I was helpless to do anything about it. The big white hands on my hips
moved up to cup my breasts, and I instinctively pushed my hips back into his body, sending another
more powerful shudder through my body. My decision had been made for me.
I wasn’t in a locker room full of men, I was in a lair of wild animals. He tugged at my shirt, and my
arms went up to let him pull it off of me. Another set of hands yanked my shorts down, exposing my
panties. Hands and bodies moved closer and closer, my bra came off and was tossed away, a hand
slid down the front of my panties and pressed against my mound, sending a wave through me that I
had to let out, but my mouth was soon covered by another mouth, our tongues slipping past each
other. He smelled so dirty, tasted so tangy, but it drove me wild.
I was getting so fucking wet, so fast. The big hand in my panties pushed between my pussy lips, and
a finger slipped inside. I tried to break the kiss.
“Shut up bitch, kiss me!”, he said through a growl. I moaned into his mouth, unable to come up for the
gasp of air that I so desperately wanted.
The white man lifted me up from behind and my shoes and socks were quickly removed, then I felt
my panties being pulled through my legs. I didn’t know where they all went, I didn’t care, I was
surrounded and drunk with arousal. A hot mouth took one set of toes inside, raking his tongue across
them. Another man’s tongue traced my inner thigh from the knee on up, scruffy stubble scratching my
sensitive skin until I felt his hot breath closing in on my pussy. My legs were forced open and his
tongue invaded me like a tentacle, probing the inside. I kicked my one free leg but it met only air, I
was being held up by four men, the last one had a nipple in his mouth and another set of hands was
roughly squeezing the other breast.
The musk of the men was so thick you could choke on it. I opened my eyes to a blur of muscular
black and Caucasian flesh moving all around me, beasts readying the bitch for breeding. I was
flooding the mouth that was clamped to my pussy, his tongue splashing in my juices as I spasmed,
nearing orgasm, trembling as I was being held up.
“Fuck, this bitch is good to go! Let’s take her in here!” I heard the white man say and the butterflies
took flight in my belly as my legs were lifted up and I was carried horizontally into the showers, the
steam so thick I could barely see right in front of me.
“Put her down on her knees, Benny”, I heard one of them say, and I was flipped upright and dropped
onto the rubber mat, knees first, collapsing.
“Okay, baby, time to taste it”, said Jamal, his thick cock hanging in front of me, half-erect. I didn’t have
to suck it, and with nobody holding me in place I could have walked out, or at least tried to, but I didn’t
even consider that option. I grabbed his thick stem, my pussy heating up further as I squeezed it, and
pulled it to my mouth. So dirty, that cock, all grime and salt, but I licked it like it would keep me alive. I
took the big mushroom head into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the sensitive side and then all
around. I felt that cock fill with blood, bigger and bigger in my hands and in my mouth. Another man
slid in behind me, his big cock rested against the small of my back while he held onto my hips like he
was getting himself in place.
“Oh shit!” I thought to myself, feeling him slip that thick stick under my ass and then poking at the
sopping pink entry between my legs. “I’m not on the motherfucking pill, here I am in a locker room full
of horny football players, no condoms!” Every panic button went off in my brain, but I separated my
legs and poked my ass out. I pulled off of the black dick in my mouth and gasped as I felt the bulbous
head slip into my tight pussy, hold, then nudge forward, forcing me onto my elbows, which gave him
better access to push more into me. I cried out as he buried yet more, then pulled completely out. I
gasped to catch my breath, only to lose it again when he invaded me again.
A man to each side of me lifted each arm, raising me up to suck Jamal’s cock again, in the meantime
some fool I had never even seen yet was fucking me from behind, stretching my pussy a little more
with each thrust. I tried to give Jamal head again but the harder I tried, the harder this guy was
fucking me. His skin started to slap against my ass and I could feel my pussy getting used to him,
getting wetter still, and I could feel his cock sawing deep into me over and over. I rubbed my little
button, feeling his dick sawing against my fingers, faster and faster. Our panting, in time with the
slapping of skin, echoed in the showers, was muted only by the nearby running water. The men held
me up, I moaned out hanging from their arms while I took my fucking. Finally I felt him pull out, and
heard him groan just as a hot stream of thick liquid shot up to the middle of my back, then kept
pouring out, pooling there before the two men lifted me up against the wall, the cum allowing my back
to slip against the cold wet tile.
“Now you ready for this, Xuan,” said Jamal, stroking his hard thick cock. My legs were shaking, I
could hardly stand. “Pick this bitch up and spread them legs out.” he ordered, and the two men lifted
me up by my legs and pulled them in opposite directions, putting me in a splits position and pinned to
the wall. I was immobile, and the hot steamy air still felt cool somehow against my exposed pussy,
puffy and slick, hungry for more.
He walked up and pressed his thick cock into my body, splitting my pussy apart as I breathed in his
musky scent. I love a dirty, greasy man, I do. Jamal hummed low as he fucked me, slow at first,
pressing me against the wall each time he pushed up and into me, then faster and faster. He had my
ass in a death grip, holding me up from below, a cheek in each huge hand. I felt all of him sliding in
and out, my pussy tried to clamp down on him but he just had too much mass and power to make any
difference. I was a fucking rag doll and couldn’t help moaning, not even making words. We looked
into each others’ eyes and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer- showing his teeth straining, his dick
pumping me even faster, then he pulled out and gripped it, pointing at my body.
“nnnnggghhhh” he groaned, a long stream of cum splattering against my belly, rising and falling as I
tried to catch my breath. I watched his black penis jerk again, shooting another long steam of cum
across my mocha skin. Jamal held his dick as it streamed out some more, pouring onto my mound
and dripping off.
“Fuck…”, he moaned, then walked away without saying a word. Another man, shorter this time, took
his place and jabbed himself into me without eye contact or anything. He bit my neck and growled
while he fucked me, my slick juices letting his smaller dick slide easily in and out of me. Poor fool had
a hard time staying in though, feet slipping and not knowing where to put his hands.
“Stand up straight and fuck me!” I snapped at him, getting his attention real quick, but I was impatient.
If this was going down this way, I wanted to get fucked not to have to mess around with guys not
knowing what they are doing. It only embarrassed him so he started slamming into me as hard as he
could, making my body jump every time he bottomed out, his balls were crashing against my vulva.
He wasn’t as big but fuck, he felt good. He reached his arms around and clasped my shoulders from
behind, then pumped his hips up into me with all his might, keeping himself inside me the whole time.
I could feel my orgasm get close again, I put my hand between us, rubbing my clit until it stood all the
way out like, swollen and red, on fire and about to explode.
“Ohhh fuck….” I moaned, voice hiccuping from his hard strokes. And oooh, that skin slap. Here I
came! I shrieked out loud, echoing through the shower room, my cunt spasming against his dick. This
was too much for my man, he pulled out and shot it all over me, nothing but a low moan as he painted
my body white with it’s second load of cum.
I looked up and saw four other naked men with big hard dicks in their hands, not believing their luck,
and looking at me like the piece of meat that I was.
“Let her down, it’s Benny’s turn”, said the tall white man from before, holding me up and the others
released my legs. I don’t think I could’ve stood right then on my own anyway. “We’re going to get right
down on this floor” he said, leading me down into his lap. His big pink cock was long and almost hard,
so I reached down and took him in my mouth, feeling the spongy head against my inner cheeks,
sucking his tube further in, feeling his head resting against the back of my throat, then out, then back
in again.
“Mmmm, she’s a keeper, boys” I heard the white man say while I sucked him hard and deep in my
mouth, relaxing my throat each time I pulled him deep into my mouth. I felt somebody push my legs
apart, then a mouth on my pussy, sucking my juices and munching on my tight little pussy lips. I
shivered at the sensation and sucked Benny with even more intensity. Benny grabbed my hair and
pulled me with it, fucking my mouth. The mouth was gone and was replaced with another cock,
rubbing up against my ass before parting my pussy lips and sliding all the way in, snug against my
cervix. I moaned, sending Benny over the edge, and I got his cock exploding in my mouth, hitting the
back of it with his salty nut while another was going balls deep in my punani. Two hands in my hair
and two hands on my hips, the two pulled me back and forth until Benny finally shuddered and pulled
his shaft out of me, dribbling cum down my chin as he exited.
I could see three other fools standing there with their dick in their hands, stroking it, watching my little
ass shake with each impact of my fucker’s groin. I looked back- he was a fine looking boy, all grimace
as he fucked me. My pussy started to spasm, starting to pull, and do nature’s thing. I started to talk
dirty, telling him to fuck me, asking him if he ever had Asian pussy before this. I was too much, and
soon another big strong football player was whimpering like a junior high boy, pinning his dick against
my asscheeks and spewing his load up into the air and onto my back. The air hit my pussy again, and
I could feel it pulsate and move. It had never had this kind of action before and now my it was craving
more. More dick, bigger dick- I wanted both, and soon got it.
“Time to pay for some soap, Xuan”, said Charles in that low baritone that just made my pussy melt
even further. His body was beautiful, his cock was a work of art. Veiny, smooth, long, and thick- and
ready for me. “Get our ass down on the floor, on your back”, he ordered, and I didn’t even think twice
before resting my back against the cool plastic mats. He loomed over me, his giant, sculpted body
casting a shadow before kneeling down and climbing between my legs.
My pussy was wet and sloppy from the fucking, and the humid air made all our bodies slick elsewhere
too. I looked down at his penis, looking humongous there bobbing between his legs. I reached out a
hand for it, grabbing his manhood and pulling him toward me.
“Oh you want this now, huh? Well guess what, today you just gonna get what you want, little china
doll”, he said sarcastically, taking his shaft away from me and rubbing it up and down the lips of my
entrance. I think I was hyperventilating, so excited I was to have this monster inside of me. I was so
fucking turned on; there was not way I would’ve walked away from him in that moment, no matter
what.
Charles pushed forward as several guys stood around watching us, forcing open my lips to open and
swallow his big rod- at first a little, and soon he was trying to feed the whole thing to me but my pussy
was clamping down on him. I moaned as he pushed almost all of himself into my slutty pussy,
stretching me so wide and so deep, pushing the back of my vagina with each thrust.
Oh fuck, how I loved this dick! That thought, plus the rearrangement he was giving to my insides,
gave me early signs of another orgasm. I heard myself moaning above the white noise of the showers
while Charles was long-stroking me. I looked down and saw his thick stem pushing my lips inward
with each thrust and pulling some pink back out with him each time he withdrew. I could feel every
inch and every vein of him, my pussy convulsed against his mass.
“Fuuuck!” then a scream- I was coming so hard, and with that Charles lowered his weight over me,
completely smothering my body under his chocolate mass of muscle. He grunted in rhythm with his
strokes, pushing my body forward each time. I was no match, I was along for the ride and everyone
else was along for the show, stroking their cocks while the defensive captain of the team fucked the
shit out of the volunteer trainer on the shower room floor.
“Oh shit, Xuan…fuck! You want a baby? You want a little football player baby, shorty?” he said
through his grunts, holding his massive weight just off of me while he fed me his cock in quick, deep
strokes.
“unnhhhh no…no pill…” was all I could say. Deep inside, locked away, was a college student who
feared getting derailed by a baby from a stupid fling, but the only person present now was a wanton
bitch who was willing to take all the dick she could get. My objections not me nowhere.
“Ooooh fuck! Here it comes! Unnggghhh…..” Charles stopped on a deep inward stroke. I felt his cock
spasm inside of me, spurting a thick stream deep into my unprotected womb. Throb. Throb. I could
feel him fill my pussy while he moaned, hovering above me, my legs wrapped around him naturally,
then dropping to the floor.
He got up, but another took his place, rutting me on the floor, holding my arms above my head, both
of us panting in time until I heard him moan and felt his cock jerk inside of me, coating my pussy with
it’s second load. Then it got out of control, the room whipped into a frenzy again. One man held me in
his lap and sucked on my neck until my pussy squeezed every drop of spunk he had into me. Another
fucked me missionary style, then picked me up and just started bouncing me on his dick while he
stood, my legs wrapped around him. Faster and faster I bounced until he exhaled, and I could feel
him explode within me. His softening tube slipped out and a stream of semen dripped from my gaping
hole.
One fine-ass fool had me ride him while another dangled his dick in front of me- I sucked it like a
good china doll while I bounced my little ass on his throbbing cock. It throbbed harder still, until finally
it swelled and burst it’s semen up into me. The cock in my mouth exploded right after that, and I
gagged trying to swallow it. While I tried to spit it out, another black snake appeared and hit me in the
face with hot cum. One tried doggie on me but was too big; I sucked his donkey cock while another
fucked me from behind, so hard I could barely hang onto that big cock at all. Two took turns, in a tag
team, until both had cum in my pussy. While I was pulling the last load into my womb, two others shot
all over my tits, moaning as their throbbing dicks gave it all in sacrifice to me.
When it was over, they drug me to where the showers were still running and laid me under the spray,
letting the water cleanse me. There I stayed for a half an hour at least, and when I finally opened my
eyes again, all the guys were gone. The lingering musk of sweat was the only evidence that they’d
ever been there. That, and the continuous drip of semen from my sore, reddened pussy. I let the
water hit my forehead and smiled.
“Sure would be nice to actually get clean here” I thought to myself. “But I don’t see any soap or towels
anywhere.”

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