Milk of Desire, Chapter 4 : The truth starts to add up.
My first day of being a man leads to a frank discussion with my sister and mother.
My first day of being a man leads to a frank discussion with my sister and mother.
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Jen calls Lisa and I call Katey to set up the sleepover.
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New Neighbor Part 2
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“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!” blared the alarm inches from my head waking me, pulling me from a sexy dream. It was the morning after my first encounter with the boy next door and I was exhausted. The night before I had tossed and turned not being able to get the image of his shocked face out of my head and I couldn’t help wondering about how the wait at the bus stop would be the next morning. I grinned into my pillow as I went through what I had done the night before; it had made me feel so naughty. The boy, a boy whose name I didn’t even know, watched me dance around my room butt naked, and masturbate to an orgasm. How naughty could I get? I smiled as I rolled over to look at my ceiling. “I could probably get even naughtier,” I thought to myself mischievously.
I stretched out in bed and then finally sat up. Glancing over at the calendar on my wall, I remembered that I needed to wear my uniform to school today. I hopped out of bed and walked into my bathroom to get ready, putting on a little makeup and brushing my hair out. Walking out of the bathroom, I headed over to my desk, where my uniform was laying out and put it on. The skirt was short and a navy blue with a white stripe at the bottom and the top was cropped just above my belly button with the word CATS written across my chest. The cheerleaders at my school got in trouble with teachers all the time about the uniforms being against school policy but since the principal’s daughter was a cheerleader, the skimpy uniforms stayed and the teachers kept their mouths shut. I then pulled on my spanky pants and tennis shoes, before grabbing my bag to head out the door.
When I got to the bus stop, there was a slight chill in the air giving me goose bumps along my long legs and arms. I was rubbing my arms to warm myself, when I heard the front door of my new neighbors house open and close. Trying to keep myself from grinning, I looked over at the boy watching him as he walked down the steps of his front porch and towards me. He was just as cute as before even though I really couldn’t see his face. He was refusing to make eye contact with me by staring at the ground as we stood waiting for the bus. No longer being able to keep my grin off my face, I spoke up. “Hi, I’m Kayla. I live next door.” Like he already doesn’t know that, I thought my grin widening. He glanced up, his cheeks fire engine red and adorable, and said quietly, “I’m Brendon.” He didn’t keep eye contact for long before staring at the ground again.
“Where are you from?” I asked smiling innocently at him. This was too much fun, I thought. “Springboro,” he mumbled keeping his gaze away from mine. “Oh, so you didn’t have to move far. That’s not too bad,” I said brightly. He nodded, and then turned to watch the now approaching bus. The kid could act a little more interested, I mused. “What grade are you in?” I asked one last time at trying to get some sort of conversation with him going. “I’m a junior,” he said sounding relieved that the bus was there and he wouldn’t have to keep being embarrassed. I smiled again at him, “Same as me. Well that will be nice as we will probably be seeing A LOT of each other with all the school activities.” He got even redder at that and stared at me. I smiled innocently at him trying to keep from snickering at his reactions which were just adorable.
The bus was now in front of us and he climbed on quickly trying to get away but I wasn’t having it. He took a seat about half way back and I sat across from him keeping my back pack on the extra seat. Brendon kept his eyes forward and wouldn’t even glance at me. He was making this so much fun. As the bus started going the normal route, I pushed myself as far into the seat as I could so that the only person who could really see me at first glance was him. Because the seats were so long and narrow, it was difficult to look into a seat that was diagonal, and by pushing myself all the way against the window it was very hard to get a good glance without craning around the seat purposefully to look. I propped my back against the window and sat crossed legged on the seat, looking straight on at Brendon.
Still refusing to look at me, Brendon was now staring at his hands in his lap. I waited patiently, watching him, knowing that he would eventually look over. As I waited, thoughts of the night before started playing over in my head making me wet. Brendon was now a mere few feet away from me and I wanted to play. Letting my fingertips trail up and down my thigh, I continued to think about what could have happened if he had been this far away from me the night before, with no glass in between. Not being able to help myself, I softly stroked my thigh down to my wet pussy, and started to rub myself over my spankies.
Brendon glanced over (finally) and the look of shock on his face was ten times more than the one from the night before as I slowly touched myself under my skirt. He glanced to his left and right, at the kids that were in the seats in front of me and behind me looking slightly outraged that I was touching myself in such a public place. I did not care. Letting my leg fall of the seat and propping the other up, I gave him a full frontal view of my pussy as I pushed the spankies aside and started to stroke myself. His mouth dropped open slightly, and I could see the dilemma going on inside his head. Either watch the girl that was basically a complete stranger masturbate or tell her to stop, not that it would of made a difference.
I was putting on a show just for him, and it was turning me on like no other, as my juices soaked my spankies and tighs. I inserted a finger into my aching pussy, watching Brendon for his reaction. He was so cute as he tried to hide his now evident and straining erection. I licked my lips and added another finger as I started to slowly push myself towards orgasm. My legs were now shaking as I sped up the action of my fingers and I let out a soft whimper. Brendon’s eyes flew from my pussy, to my face, a look of lust and wonder covering his cute features. Biting down on my lip and closing my eyes, I could feel the flames in my pussy as the peak of orgasm was so close and I was trying so hard to quietly push myself over that edge.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Brendon’s hand in his pants moving slowly and it sent me over the edge. I bit down on the collar of my shell as the waves of the orgasm crashed over me sending me into convulsions. I couldn’t stop cumming, my hips bucking at my fingers while my legs shook uncontrollably. Finally, I came down from the orgasm and my body went limp. Brendon just stared at me, jaw dropped and eyes wide. I grinned at him, through heavy lidded eyes, now tired from my first thing in the morning activities.
Kids around us started to stand, slinging their backpacks over their shoulders and gathering their things. I quickly put my legs down and grabbed my back pack from the floor. Brendon, almost as if he was coming out of a daze, grabbed his bag and put his arms through the straps. As he stood in front of me, and we shuffled to the bus door, I stood on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “I’ll see ya tonight cutie.” He glanced back at me, a slight blush on his face, as he said, “Can’t wait.” Neither could I.
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Lisa thinks Ed and Becky are still getting busy when Ed comes downstairs.
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She knew for certain there would be a surprised reaction from her little brother, as she gained the courage to push open his bedroom door and reveal her voyeuristic self; but nothing prepared her for the startling yelp that leapt forth from the very core of his being when she did just that. Nor was she even remotely prepared her for the sight that followed. It was as if he had tried to jump up, but became immediately paralyzed by the moment of his orgasm: his young body all-at-once tensing and jerking up to a position of mid-crunch— eyes wide— shocked and in utter panic to be so suddenly and helplessly exposed by his sister. Instinctively, he tried to clamp down on his little dick as hard as he could, but it proved to be too late; and the timing of being caught at that precise moment was simply too much. His howl, or bark, or yell (or whatever it was) startled both of them. And no sooner had the sound erupted from his lungs than he became frozen and muted in that position as well— bug-eyed and mouth open, agog in disbelief of her throwing open the door— and then he came. All over his sheets. His cum, profoundly and soundly hitting the pillow beside his head. She had no idea! It was a tremendous sight: the cum that shot out of his jerked-to-pink penis, arcing in a series of long roping ribbons that shot over and past his young torso, over and past his shoulder, to splatter audibly on his pillow— *splat, splat, splatter, splatter*— for a moment (both of them) frozen in time, with his cum-spewing little cock uncontrollably shooting its white stuff five or six times, and then it was over.
Well, almost over, of course. Unclenched from his orgasm nearly as quickly as it had seized him, next came the mad scramble for him to cover his blatantly exposed, cum-drooling little penis with something. The closest thing he had at hand was his underwear— a pair of boys’ white briefs discarded casually on the bed beside him— and his sister couldn’t help but (unsuccessfully) suppress a little giggle as she witnessed the comical action of him snatching for such a pathetic piece of cover up. He did, however, next manage to grab the tangle of covers at the foot of his bed and was able to at least get them above his hips. And this time there was no mistaking what he uttered:
“What the HELL are you doing?!!!” he screamed at her. “Get the fuck outta’ HERE!!!” he screeched.
And his shouting was indeed enough to make her tuck tail and run. Bounding down the hallway, before she even made it to her room, she heard his door slam behind her.
It hadn’t gone at all like she had imagined. She had suspected that he would be shocked and probably shout at her; but she had no idea he would immediately start spurting cum from his penis through the air like that! … She had rehearsed in her mind that she would say something like, “don’t stop on my account”— as minutes before she had been spying on him through a door only slightly ajar, gripping her own heated crotch through the tightness of her jeans and basically feeling herself up; her other hand up her baby t-shirt, groping and moving alternately from one small tit to the other, as she stood outside his door and rocked her little body against her hands. She had expected a confrontation, but somehow thought she would persuade him to keep going so she could get an up-close and personal look at his private little jerk off session.
Whether she truly knew it for herself or not at that moment, she would have been fully prepared and ready to drop her jeans and panties and show her little brother the shape of her own virginal sex— such was the nature of her intense curiosity as she continued to explore and discover her developing sexuality. She was kind of amazed by the fact that her little brother, two years her junior, would already have such a member between his legs (as it wasn’t exactly “little”) and that he would no less be stroking it to such a full-on cum, and— oh my god, the sudden replay of him tensing-up and cumming like that!
In a way, it felt more like she had just been busted. And in a way it was true. How long had she been standing at his door? Her heart was beating a million miles an hour. Behind her own door now, she could hear it throbbing in her ears, and she could see her chest pounding through her thin t-shirt. She listened intensely to hear him make some noise, any noise, from the other end of the hallway— but nothing. She stole a glance at herself in her dresser mirror. It almost embarrassed her. She was glossy with sweat. Her mousey brown hair was a bit of a mess, and her mouth was still hanging open from the stupefying moment of having just witnessed her naked little brother spewing such a remarkable fountain of cum. She had made him cum. A loop tape was playing in her mind, and it just kept playing the scene of her young brother, cinching-up, and shooting those five incredible blasts of jetting cum from his penis over and over again. She looked at her mouth. It was wet and pouty-looking. She shuddered. *Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat*— she could still hear his load hitting the pillow, as if in rhythm with her pounding heart.
Her legs were weak, and her mind was racing beyond any coherent tangible thought. Standing in front of her mirror, she noticed how distinctly her erect little nipples were poking through her t-shirt, and she felt the urge to strip her shirt off for a better look. Did she hear him coming down the hallway?— no. Taking her shirt off over her head, her tiny A-cup titties pointed back at her proudly from the mirror. She immediately cupped them with her hands. They had no bounce to them, but she could certainly make them jiggle a little if she shook her shoulders back and forth, or otherwise spanked at them with the flat of her fingers. At this stage of her development, her small tits were dominated more by nipple and areola than any mound of breast, and when excited, they protruded from her chest like little cones— her young puffy nipples an almost imperceptible shade of pink against the virginal whiteness of her burgeoning breasts.
With her shirt off, she ran her hands down over her smooth belly and proceeded to unbutton her jeans. One button at a time, until her jeans were flaring suggestively open, exposing her pink cotton panties. Pink panties were her favorite. She loved pink. A chill rushed over her body. She could feel her pointy nipples standing fully erect and only wished that her tongue could reach them. (God knows, she had tried). Was he coming?? … still, no. Oh man, but had he ever cum!!! … The loop tape still played in her mind. Venturing a hand into her unbuttoned pants, she discovered just how hot and wet her virginal pussy truly was. Her little panties were absolutely plastered to her little twat, and she could feel the wetness seeping through them.
In this whirlwind moment, she replayed how she had first heard the *fap, fap, fapping* sounds coming from her little brother’s room and the soft moans he was undoubtedly trying to suppress. She had deduced immediately what was going on, but for some reason she just had to see it!— Turning the doorknob had been risky business, but she couldn’t help herself; and when she discovered that it turned easily, her heart had caught in her throat. She had almost backed out, right then and there, but her curiosity was simply too overwhelming. Slowly pushing his door open to an ample crack of four or five inches, she saw him. Her little brother— lying flat on his back, completely naked on top of his sheets, his feet pointed toward the door, and his legs spread just wide enough for her to get a good look at his young dick, as he pumped away on it. Up, down, up, down, up, down, at a feverish blur of a pace. Her heart raced like a drum roll on a snare drum; her eyes glued to the scene. Aside from the blonde hair on his head, he was bare everywhere else on his boyish body, except for the lightest patch of blonde where his pubes were beginning to grow. His balls were tight and round. And he was jerking his dick rapidly.
As she replayed all of this, standing in front of her mirror, she almost unwittingly started to wriggle out of her jeans. The house was deathly quiet, aside from the incessant throbbing in her ears. She was kind of frightened by the repercussions that might arise from her intrusion upon him, and she had fleeting fears of what he might be doing down the hallway at that moment— but mostly, she was still consumed by the freakin’ loop tape of having just seen him cum. Recalling his look of utter shock, she caught herself in the mirror with a wicked little grin flirting with the corners of her mouth. Was there a noise? … no. Hooking her thumbs into her jeans, she peeled them on down her legs and stepped out of them. Standing, she was astonished to see in the mirror that her pussy had in fact completely drenched her panties. Her slit— no, the entirety of her hot little teenage cunt— was defined (one might say crudely so) through the pink cotton fabric of her sopping wet panties. They were even glossy on the outside!
Dipping her middle finger to the wettest spot of her crotch, she found a slickness sliding around on her panties which she had never known; and touching her clit in the process sent such a surge throughout her young body that she thought she might just pee. She clutched her crotch, as her other hand sought support from the dresser. The feeling subsided. Though she could acutely feel the inner lips of her wet wet pussy desirous to suck at the length of her finger through her soaked panties. She brought her finger up to examine it. Slick with her juice, it was slippery, yet clear. Very slippery. It smelled really interesting(?) … good even— like a flower— so she tasted it. She looked at herself in the mirror. Topless, her pointy little tits jutting saucily out from her, sucking on her finger, her hair disheveled, with her sopping wet little cunt suspended in her pink wet panties.
“mmmmm …” she softly hummed on her finger.
She stood and reached with her other hand down toward her pussy— only this time, she slowly ventured her hand inside her panties. She was immediately greeted by her extraordinary wetness. Slippery-slidey. It even coated the backs of her knuckles. Her pussy felt like it was absolutely melting around her fingers as she slowly pushed three of them through the wet creases that defined her young labia. She had a tight little pussy, and firm, but with little effort she could pressure her middle finger to dip between her juicy lips and tap at her tight virgin hole. For the time being however, she was wrapped in the sensation of her steamy wet vagina, wetter than it had ever been, seemingly wanting to suck her finger in. She could feel it flaring open. Pulsing. Everything sliding around. The panties had to go.
She flashed to her little brother. [Silence]. He was surely freaked. He might be furious. He had yelled at her. And god!— why was that funny?!! … (She didn’t think for one minute that he might be embarrassed out of his skin). He hardly ever cursed. Maybe that was it. The way he screamed “get the fuck outta’ here” with his boyish voice cracking to a dog whistle pitch. The look of shock on his face was priceless. And that incredible cum!
Was there a noise?! … no. She was so nervous.
Unnerved was more like it. In reality, as with most sibling relationships, she had the upper hand as the older of the two. Forever two years older than he, having wielded her power of seniority over him since his birth. But this was simply the natural dynamic, and she never really consciously thought about it— much less in this situation, nor in this precise moment.
She retracted her hand and looked at it again. Her fingers were simply slimy. She pulled the waistband of her panties away to look down into them. The same glossy puddle that was streaking the outside of her panties was nothing short of a slick shiny pool in the crotch of them. And when she pulled them away, she saw a little spittle-strand of sticky juice roping away from the smacking wet lips of her cummy little pussy. It was as if she had had a wet dream in her panties; and yet she was fully conscious.
She thought maybe she better get a grip on herself. It was risky what she was doing right then. All hell could break loose from down the hallway. (But then too the danger somehow made it better). She was riding on a tremendous wave, a rollercoaster, peaking between nervousness from the heart-pounding incident just moments ago and the havoc the replay of it was wreaking upon her mind and between her legs. She just couldn’t shake the image of her naked little brother shooting his cum so uncontrollably.
She slowly peeled her panties down her thighs, looking at herself all the while in the mirror. Her green eyes. Her perky little tits. Her panties were so wet that they rolled into themselves as soon as she started pulling them down, and she felt their wetness sliding along her inner thighs. At a certain point she let them fall, and they fell with a plop around her ankles. She stepped one foot out of them and used the other to lift them to her hand. She took them up and smelled them. She had certainly made wet more than one pair of panties before, but never had she so unconsciously creamed them to this extent! She couldn’t help but lick them. Her girly cum had a slight tangy taste. She leaned in toward the mirror and watched herself as she licked out the crotch of her nasty little panties. Enough of her juice had collected in them that when she licked at the slippery mess, she brought a fair amount of her nectar onto her tongue and into her mouth to taste. Her tiny panties were noticeably heavy with their wetness in her hand— and still savoring the feel and taste of her own cum, she ground her face into them. The slick crotch coated her freckled nose, and she inhaled deeply as she smeared them around, practically making love to them. Her mind jumped to the image of her brother shooting that cum. She then wondered what he might taste like— what his cum would taste like! She felt her pussy clenching.
She could still see him jerking that pink little dick of his. His thin, naked blonde body stretched out before her. His hips bucking up occasionally in an alternate rhythm to his hand. The crack of his little butt peeping from between his legs. His soft moaning and grunting. His face cast toward the ceiling. His young bare chest and tiny pink nipples. She liked all of it. Maybe she should have left well enough alone. She had probably just blown any chance of ever spying on that again!
But, considering the situation, she had made him blow too. And the continual replay of it may very well have just made the whole experience worth it. She tossed her panties behind her on the bed. She leaned in toward her mirror, bracing her hands against the edge of the dresser. She gave herself a long hard look, looking directly into her own eyes. She felt the cool air of the room between her legs, and on the wetness of her pussy. She had truly never been so wet before. Her inner thighs were still wet from the trail her panties had left behind. She was still nervous, and her heart was still pounding; but moreover she was horny as hell. And standing naked before her mirror made her even hornier. Again, she reached with her right hand to grip and feel her dripping wet little cunt. Her middle finger slipped right into her juicy slit. She moaned with pleasure.
Was she too loud? The house was still so eerily silent. She certainly didn’t want to get caught! Or did she? — She didn’t know … (And she really wasn’t even thinking about it to that extent). All she knew was that she couldn’t get over the idea of her naughty little brother down the hallway jerking his cute little penis to make it cum like that.
She felt the tip of her finger at the opening of her pink virgin hole. Her tight little teen fuck hole— contracting, opening in a way, and sucking at her finger. She shuddered. She felt her sweet girly juice leaking out of her and coating the entirety of her pussy. Spreading her lips with her adjacent fingers, she sunk the tip of her middle finger into her hot little hole. Her knees buckled slightly. She caved to the feeling of it. Still bracing with her other hand, she bent her knees a little more and dropped her tight round ass down a bit to force her finger further up her horny pussy. Up to the second knuckle. Again, she felt the cool air rushing between her semi-squatting bum. And then she felt a trickle of her juice slowly making its way to her butthole. It made her quiver violently, and she almost lost her grip on the dresser. She had to stand up quickly before she fell on her ass.
Backing away from the mirror, she looked at herself full-length again. Her conical little titties were as hard and erect as ever, and her lithe young body looked glossy in the light. Her pubic hair had only just begun to grow in the past year or so, giving her fresh virginal pussy the appearance of a light bronze peach; and at that precise moment, her tasty little peach looked like it was sweating. Reaching down with both hands, she tilted her small hips forward and spread her lips as best as she could. Her young girlish vagina looked like a glistening red teardrop between her legs; and her tiny round pussy hole— glazed and bubbling with her fragrant juice— looked too small for even a pinky finger. Though she certainly knew better.
Spreading her wet slit open, she had the flashing thought of what it might feel like to have her little brother shoot his cum on it. At which instant she felt her pussy contract again— only this time her naughty little hole actually squirted from it a surprising spurt of her juice. It sprinkled her inner thighs, with a tiny splash reaching the floor. She clapped a hand over her pussy. She thought surely she was about to pee. But as her fingers made contact with her wet little mound, she realized that the dripping wetness between her legs was just more of the same. More of the slick slimy juice that had soaked her panties earlier, and which was now dripping down her legs. Nevertheless, it was a first for her. Her pussy had never been so wet; much less squirted and dripped like that!
She felt utterly naughty at that moment. Almost bad. She ran her fingers the length of her slippery little slot, and then brought them to her mouth to suck and lick them clean again. Opening her mouth, she put three fingers in all at once and looked at herself in the mirror, as she grabbed one of her protruding tits with her other hand. She realized then that she absolutely and unequivocally looked like a dirty little slut. (A “tramp,” her mother would say). And she liked it. Her shaggy short brown hair. Her thin pale body and erect pointy tits. The soft peachy fuzz growing on her light brown mound. It all foretold of her journey into womanhood. And yet there she was, still very much a girl, jaybird naked in front of her mirror, with her wet little pussy dripping between her legs, as she sucked her own juice from her fingers. It turned her on immensely. A bad girl she was. And a bad girl she had been— minutes ago, spying on her little brother through his door.
… *fap, fap, fap, fap* — *fap, fap, fap* …
Oh what a sight.
She had known since the age of 10 the reason and purpose for the difference between a boy’s and a girl’s genitalia. And, at the time of learning about the birds-and-the-bees, it had been kind of weird and embarrassing to think about. But now— (and especially after the sight she had just witnessed)— her curiosity was taking an upward turn. Wondering what it would actually feel like.
She reached for the hairbrush that she used to curl her hair under. Its black handle was nice and round and smooth. And narrow enough (she had found) to insert it in her tight young pussy. Taking it in hand, she crawled up onto the end of her bed. (This wasn’t the first time). She enjoyed the position of being on all-fours on the end of her bed, because it put her up just high enough that she could look over her shoulder and view what she was doing to herself in the dresser mirror. Otherwise, she would have to stand to see herself frontally. Which she did too. But there was just something about looking back at herself with her small ass and pussy pointed at the mirror. In this position, her little round ass would naturally spread, her peach of a pussy looking nice and fuckable; and seeing her pink little butthole just made her feel naughty and horny as hell.
On her bed with hairbrush in hand, she reached over her back to position its handle in the crack of her ass— her wet teen pussy hugging one side of the shiny black phallus. A quiver ran through her body. She wondered truly what it would be like if her improvised hairbrush were indeed a boy’s penis. A nice hard dick. Fleshy, and attached to horny young boy who was about to put it in her. The cool air of the room reminded her just how wet her pussy was; and seeing herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but realize how nakedly exposed she was. Her lithe young body jacked up for the fuckin’. Her white ass spreading, with her pink little holes— just waiting!
Turning the handle of the brush to point its tip at her tight young cunt, she slowly eased it into her wet hole. She felt the slight bulge of it spreading her pussy open as she sunk it in deeper. She let out and open-mouthed moan. She caught herself drooling, and sucked her saliva quickly back into her mouth. Deeper. Slowly. Almost there. The handle almost completely in. She felt it stretching and filling her vagina up. Sliding in with little resistance, her tight little love tunnel was so slippery and wet. Another half-inch, and it was all the way in— the bristly end poking out and brushing roughly against her smooth pale butt. She took her hand away. The brush was stuck in her, and her tight pussy was holding it there. She wagged her small round butt at the mirror. She felt so utterly naughty.
Her wet pink panties lay in front of her on the bed. She could not resist the urge to pick them up and shove them in her face again. The saturating smell of her young pussy was amazing. She poked her panties into her mouth, cramming as much of them into her small mouth as she could fit. And then she sucked. She felt like such a raunchy little slut. The hairbrush filling her up, as she sucked the fragrant juices out of her panties. She turned her head to look at herself in the mirror again— her panties hanging from her mouth as if she were some little wild animal.
… And then she saw him!— in the reflection of her mirror!— peering through her cracked-open door! …
OH GOD!
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Thank you Blackstallion21 for editing and suggestions. Before you go ahead please note that this story is not only about John and Susan but also about Anna.Susan.
In a single word, goddess. Her smooth milky white skin was ready to turn red if something or someone gripped her too hard. In contrast with her skin, her long hair was midnight black. Strangely the contrast only added to her beauty. Her hair was silky and reached her hips. It was straight till half way of her back and the lower half was slightly curled, like waves in the ocean. Any man was bound to have an urge to run his hands through her thick mane.
Her light blue eyes looked like they didn’t miss a thing. She scanned John from head to toe and he liked the way her thick eyebrows arched in the middle with concentration.
She had an angular face with superb nose and slightly angular chin. Her high cheek bones and beautiful full lips completed the combination. Her uncoated lips curled into a smile which was truly heartbreaking.
In a blue t-shirt, that matched her eyes and black skin tight jeans her perfect body called for everybody’s attention. Her sky high waist, broad hips and shoulders formed an hour glass figure. Her breasts pointed out without any sag. John guessed them to be 34c.
John marked her to be 5 ft. 10 inches tall as she’s an inch taller than Anna. Her really long legs seemed to go on for forever.
“Susan, this is John and John, this is Susan.” Anna introduced them to each other. At that moment two sets of blue eyes were locked on him.
“Hi,” John said extending his hand towards Susan. She hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand. John felt some tingling sensation when their hands met.
“Hi,” she replied, her voice was soft and had a musical ring to it. He quickly released her hand when he felt a slight pull from her side.
John never thought he would meet a woman as beautiful as Anna. Now that he met Susan he still had trouble believing it. Standing side by side, with identical smiles and dimples, they looked like siblings if not twins. Their build, smile and eyes are similar to one another, almost identical. The only difference is their hair, one being a redhead and the other a brunette.
“Now, please move on to the tables set up in the next lab,” the TA’s voice came in. “Students without laptops can use campus’ workstations.”
Damn, there goes the hope of getting out early out of the window. One look at Susan and he was grinning ear to ear. The next two and half hours might not be as bad as he thought they would be.
They hurried to next room which was filled with circular tables with three chairs around each one of them. Half of them were empty and the other half were set up with computers.
“Got a lap?” John asked Susan. When she nodded her head yes they occupied the nearest empty table without computers. John pulled out his laptop out of the bag and started it.
“The password for the campus WLAN is on the front screen and please open the displayed web address on your browser,” another TA’s came in from the overhead speakers.
After connecting to the WLAN, John opens his browser and typed in the address. It took him to the courses’ official site with brief introduction.
“After reading the introduction, please continue to the ASSIGNMENT 0 on the left side,” the TA continued. “As all of you have taken some sort of advanced computer class in high school, it’s only to check your background knowledge. Please submit your answers by the end of the Lab. Only one submission for a team. Instructions regarding it will be given later.”
John opened the link and started scanning through the questions. The first half were pretty much regular standard questions. Probably, everyone present in the lab can answer them. Second half were tricky though.
He tried to concentrate on the assignment but found it harder in the presence of two stunningly beautiful females. He grew accustomed to Anna’s company but the mere existence of Susan was driving him crazy.
One of the guys from the adjacent table got up, probably for using the restroom or to get a clear look at the girls. Watching them he walked smack into the nearby wall. There was a loud thump and he fell on his ass. Most of the students burst out laughing. John got on his feet to help him.
“Shit, man, are you ok?” John was trying so hard not to laugh as he was pretty sure he would walked in to the wall himself, a few minutes ago, watching Susan. John helped the poor soul to stand up and one could almost see stars circling over his head. “Are you ok?” John asked him again.
He tried to say something but nothing came out. He opened his and closed his mouth a couple of times like a fish desperate for water. Taking it as bad John tried to help him to sit down. One of his friends from his table reached them and together they helped him to his seat.
“Jesus, Alex that’s most stupidest thing you ever did,” saying his friend rolled in laughter. John, no longer able to control himself, shook his head and returned to his chair. Both girls were muttering something under their breath and giggling.
Everything returned to normal when a T.A reminded them that they got less than two hours to complete their work.
When John’s hand brushed across Susan’s accidently, she pulled her hand back sharply, with disgust in her eyes. For the next hour and half it’s apparent to John that she behaved like a bitch whenever he tried to talk to her.
Finally, the completed their work and following the T.A’s new instructions they submitted it. Most of groups were still working but there were few who completed and chatting ideally. The guy named Alex was looking at John’s table and when he caught John’s eye he looked away turning bright red.
Professor Bell marched into lab making a considerable commotion like an overgrown baby elephant and not to mention he looked like one. He talked to T.As for a few minutes before clearing his throat. The whole class fell silent and he began.
“Only ten groups have submitted their assignments, by far and their performance is as I expected it to be. Do not worry if you are not capable of answering the last five questions as they are bit tricky and beyond your current level. But one group, Mr. Miller, Ms. Williams and Ms. Jones, has answered all of them and they did a fine job. I hope you will keep it up in the future.”
At this, both of the girls were blushing and John, he was just glad that nobody knew their surnames and was not receiving any unwanted attention.
“If any of the students,” Professor Bell continued, “is having any problem they can meet me in my office during working hours and we will discuss it. If I am not available you can talk to one of the T.A’s and they will pass it on to me. Thank you, you are free to leave.”
While John was packing his Laptop a T.A came to their table. “Professor Bell gave you this for your performance, congratulations.” Saying he placed three books on the table and walked away.
The books were on animation and operating systems. All the three were written by Professor Bell himself. Susan grabbed the text book on animation.
“Can I take this one?” she asked raising her eyebrows.
“You can have all the three,” John answered slinging his bag on to his shoulder. “Anna already brought the whole collection.”
“That doesn’t mean you have a copy. You are willing to give up two hundred dollar books to make an impression,” she said in irritated voice.
“What the hell -”
“Hang on a second,” Anna interrupted him raising his hand and turned towards Susan. “As he said you can have them. When I brought the whole set, it’s for me and John. There’s no reason for you to act like a bitch.”
Grabbing His hand, Anna pulled him towards the exit, leaving behind a baffled looking Susan.
“That which, insulting you for no reason. Impression, my ass.” Anna kicked a small stone, lying in their way.
“Let it go, Anna. Just let it go.” John rubbed her back. God bless the poor soul who had to feel Anna’s wrath because sometimes she can be mean. Very mean. But John also knew Anna’s anger was momentary. Once her anger dies down she will regret calling Susan a bitch.
A few minutes later John kicked open his room door. There’s still no sign of his roommate. He opened his laptop and started working on one of the projects he and Anna began a year ago. But his thoughts went back to Susan. There’s one thing he hate the most in the world, a bitch with attitude and Susan was most likely to be one. He had no idea how to deal with her for rest of the semester.
Just below his room, Susan opened her journal to fill in her day’s events. A habit she picked up quite recently, in the memory of her late mother. By far, there were only few entries. Whenever she tried to write something, her thoughts turned towards her mother. Even after ten years, she still missed her mom. Wiping away her tears she began writing.Today’s the first day of college and I wish you could be here mom. You always wanted this for me and now here I am in one of the best universities. Can’t say the same thing about some of the people though. Leslie is not in the room right now. Yesterday I met a girl named Anna. She appeared to be a nice girl. She probably is. I met her again today in some lab, along with her boyfriend, John. Hot, Handsome and flattering, a match for Anna in terms of looks. But a total jerk. I mean anybody who hits on other girls behind his girlfriend’s back is a jerk, at least to me. Men are the same. Thinking of him brings back the memories which are best left forgotten. And Anna, the poor girl probably has no idea about him. She defended him like he was meant a world to him. Pity that I have to team up with them for the rest of the semester. At least, I have enough time save Anna from that jerk.
With a renewed determination to save Anna from the clutches of John, Susan closed her journal with a loud thump. She had absolutely no idea that the jerk is soundly asleep in the room above her.
The next morning, Susan’s internal clock woke her up precisely at five. On the other end of the room her roommate Leslie was still sleeping. Not wanting to disturb her, Susan collected her things and slipped out of the room silently like a mouse. Slinging the towel over her shoulder, she set off towards the common
bathrooms.
She was greeted by empty and silent corridors. As she entered the bathrooms she could hear a shower running and singing. Usually, no one was around this early in the morning. Shrugging her shoulders she slipped in to an adjacent stall, closing the glass door and drapes behind her.
Every bathroom in the dorm is fitted with a life size mirror. Susan undressed slowly, watching her image. She turned on the overhead shower and warm water washed over her body. She knew she had a killer figure and she liked to maintain it, definitely not to attract boys but simply because she liked it that way. Susan was pretty sure that men were not worth her time. All they care about was getting in her pants. So she did her best not to overly expose her body as she also hates women who use their bodies to get things done.
Probably, that was the reason she liked Anna. Susan never met a woman as beautiful and kind as Anna. She hoped that they can be friends, someday. But it’s highly unlikely now because of yesterday incident.
John, a man, was responsible for that, as usual. He was breathtakingly handsome, which makes him even more dangerous. But that didn’t stop her right hand from reaching her pussy.
She started rubbing her clit while she fondled her breasts with her left hand. From reasons she cannot fathom, just the thought of him sent a tingle through her system. Oh god, she thought, he was heavily built. She slowly inserted her finger in her pussy and started pushing it in and out. Soon second finger followed the first and she pinched her nipples. She imagined how his body will feel against hers as she rode her fingers vigorously. Remembering that she was not alone in the stalls, she bit her lower lip hard to suppress her voice. Finally, her hips buckled hard against her fingers as she came trembling down from the most intensive orgasm.
Never in her life she came that hard and it disgusted her. She came thinking about John, another woman’s man and the fact that he was a complete asshole didn’t help either. True, she was attracted to him. But these were her feelings which means she can and will keep them in check. She has to. She was like Anna once. She made a mistake of trusting a boy and he was like John, unable to satisfy himself with a single woman.
Turning off the shower, Susan grabbed a towel and dried herself. Wrapping it around herself, she stepped out of the stall. A redhead was drying her damp hair facing a wall mirror. Susan can recognize that lush and outrageous beauty from a mile away. Anna.
“Never knew there’s another early riser,” Anna said without looking at her.
Susan tried to say something but all that came out of her mouth was a grunt. Anna’s eyes darted towards the image of Susan in the mirror. She turned around and starred at Susan for a full minute before speaking.
“Looks like I owe you an apology. Shouldn’t have lost my cool like that. I am sorry,” Anna spoke, breaking the silence. Saying Susan was surprised would be an understatement. She never expected Anna to apologize or for a head on confrontation. If anything else she expected her to be angry or mouthy.
“Yeah, me too. Sorry,” Susan said, even though she was sure that she had nothing to apologize. She didn’t want to get on wrong footing with Anna once again.
“So, care to explain what happened yesterday?” Anna asked.
“John was hitting on me,” Susan replied, deciding that telling truth would be the best option.
“Yeah, I saw that. What am I? Blind.”
“But he’s your boyfriend.” Anna looked at her surprised, and then laughed.
“You thought we are together.” Still laughing, Anna shook her head. “No we are just friends. Best friends, since we were kids.”
“Oh.” Susan felt a ray of hope. He’s single. She pushed that hope aside. Deep down all the men were same. But being the best friend of straight forward person like Anna was a point in his favor.
“Generally, I don’t get mouthy i.e. except in the matters regarding John,” Anna continued. “As we solved the problem of our misunderstanding, Friends?”
“Yeah, definitely.” If there’s anyone Susan can get along with, it’s Anna.Alex.
John met Anna in the lounge. They were soon joined by Susan, not before Anna explained him about the yesterday’s misunderstanding and their early morning discussion. Even then John didn’t warm up to Susan.
“I am sorry, John,” Susan apologized. Her tone made him think that she was being sincere. “I really am -”
“It’s alright. I don’t care.” John cut her off.
He know he was being rude but if there’s one thing he learned about his opposite gender that is to stay away from the crazy ones.
The walk to the lecture halls was filled with both women babbling about cosmetics etc. Like they need any of them, John thought, they are already freaking beautiful. Through out of his school like he observed one thing. When two girls as beautiful as Anna or Susan end up as friends they end up as bffs or if they end up as enemies, even the thought sends shivers up his spine. And these two were showing the signs of the former case.
Though he didn’t get along well Susan John’s day was normal until he met Leslie. She was sitting in cafeteria alone during lunch. Susan and Anna were chatting animatedly like long separated friends meeting for the first time. As his presence will not be missed he made his way towards Leslie. She was toying with her food clearly not interested in eating,
“Hey.” John sat opposite to her.
“Hey, yourself,” she said looking surprised.
“Sorry for not calling you. I lost the flyer with your number.”
“Even if you didn’t why would you call me? You got a girlfriend,” she said pointing towards Anna.
“Oh, man.” John leaned back tipping the chair slightly. “Why would any one thing that? She’s my best friend since we were kids. That’s all there is to it.”
“What about the brunette?” she waved to Susan and Susan waved back.
“Who? Susan. Nothing’s going on between us and I seriously doubt there ever will be.”
Even if his words didn’t, his expression must have done it because Leslie nodded her head. “So want to go out tonight?”
“Sure. Seven o’clock ok with you?”
“It’s fine.” They exchanged their numbers. John raised his head and saw Susan staring at him. As soon as their eyes met she looked away.
Susan noticed John slipping away from their table to meet Leslie, who was sitting alone. She thought of joining Leslie but Anna waved to her as soon as she entered the cafeteria. She was right about one thing. John was like other men. He moved on without giving a second thought about her. Didn’t he hit on her yesterday? Sure they had a misunderstanding but it was cleared up. Like everybody else he was after easy prey. But she felt tug of envy seeing John talking to Leslie. From morning John never engaged her in a conversation. If she did he gave her only short replies. Fine, she thought, I am not gonna waste my time thinking about someone who doesn’t give a second thought about me.
But Susan was not so lucky. The first thing she noticed, after returning to her room, was Leslie getting ready for date, which made her think of John once more. She was annoyed as Leslie changed her clothes three times before settling onto a cute green dress. She never understood why people keep changing their clothes before a date. Throughout the entire process Leslie kept going on about how handsome John is, which annoyed her even more. Susan was not sure whether she felt relieved or troubled when Leslie stepped out of the room looking like a wolf in search of her prey. She was troubled because Leslie looked like she was about to swallow John in half. She mentally kicked herself, for felling concerned about John, before opening her books to start on the assignments given earlier in the day.
John was waiting in the parking lot, for Leslie. Thankfully they were in the same dorm, which saved him the trouble of picking her up. As Leslie approached him he couldn’t help but notice how the small green dress hugged her tight little body. The dress was a lot cut exposing ample amount of cleavage. It ended just below her buttocks and her legs were displayed for the whole world to see. She walked towards him swaying her hips a little more than necessary.
“Wow, you look stunning.” John was having a hard keeping his eyes on her face. She blushed hearing his words.
“Let’s take my car.” She walked towards her car. John enjoyed her back view as equally as he enjoyed the front view. Her dress struck to her cheeks leaving nothing to imagination.
She stopped beside a Mercedes and dug out the keys from her hand bag. John would’ve been impressed with the ride if his mother didn’t drive the same thing.
“Where to?” she asked him rising her eyebrows.
“There’s a good dinner few blocks away.” The first thing John and Anna checked out in the area were good places to eat.
“Lead on.” She threw him the keys. John opened her door for her before getting behind the steering wheel.
In a few minutes they were sitting across each other in the dinner. As it was a school night the dinner was not so busy. Food was good. They spent an entire hour eating and talking, mostly about him. He told her about his family and childhood. She avoided speaking about her except for a few things. John learned that she came from a big city and her parents were divorced. He didn’t push her to talk about herself beyond that.
John paid their bill and they decided to get back as they had classes the next day. John pulled into dorm parking lot a few minutes later.
“I had a great time.” Leslie said unbuckling her seat belt and leaning over. John unbuckled his own seatbelt before pulling her in for a steamy hot kiss. Their tongues wrestled in their mouths. They kissed for a few minutes before pulling back for air.
“That was hot.” Leslie said leaning in for another kiss.
After the kiss ended they got out of the car and into the lift. She gave him little peck on the lips before she got out on her floor.
Anna was waiting for him in his room, to pry all the details she could get out of him.
“So, how did it go?” she asked him as soon as he entered the room.
“When do you stop prying into my social life?” he said annoyed.
“Probably after the next fifty years. Spill it.”
Knowing that she will not leave until he told her everything he signed on sat on his bed beside her.
“It went like all the first dates. We ate and we talked.” When it became evident that he was not saying anymore, she started hitting in the shoulder.
“Alright, alright, we kissed a little. More than a little.” he added seeing the look in her eyes.
Knowing that that’s all she can get from him she changed the subject to the project they are working on. As his roommate hadn’t checked in yet, Anna bunked in his bed for the night.
John was looking forward to meeting Leslie next day during the lunch. But she was nowhere to be seen. As their lunch break was for two hours and the fact that most of the students were free for most of the afternoons during the week either she left to her room or having a late lunch. Sighing John took a table with Anna and Susan.
John got up to get some orange juice from the counter. As soon as he got a carton someone collided with him, spilling the entire contents on the floor. John avoided falling down and looked at his assaulter.
A guy of six foot height was looking at him angrily and some juice was spilled on his shirt.
“Sorry,” John apologized even though it was not his mistake.
The guy with the orange juice on his shirt looked over his shoulder. When his friend came to join him, he cracked his knuckles. “Watch were you are going, punk. Now who’s going to clean my shirt,” he said threateningly.
Before John can say something he heard a growl from his back. He turned around to find a giant looking at them. He was something around 6 ft. 7 with black hair, black eyes and well-built body.
“Two on one isn’t fair and it’s your mistake,” the big guy said. “How about me on his side to even the things out.”
At this both of the John’s assaulters paled. “Next time, punk,” saying they retreated to their table.
“I hate the assholes like them,” the giant said to John.
“Thanks man, I am John.” John extended his hand.
“I am Alex,” Alex said taking his hand. “Running late, coach’s gonna kill me, gotta go.” Alex turned around dashed out of the cafeteria.
John returned to the table and both the girls were watching him and Susan looked pale, ready to faint.
“I thought there’s going to be a fight.” Susan shook her head like she was clearing something out of her mind and Anna laughed.
“John and fighting doesn’t go together. He’s a pacifist,” Anna said.
“Yep, I don’t fight,” John told reassuring Susan. But she still looked pale. So, she hate fights huh, John thought.
Later that evening John returned to his room only to find it was filled cardboard boxes. So his roommate, whoever he was, finally decided to attend college. Carefully avoiding the boxes he threw his bag on his table and plopped down on his bed.
A few minutes Alex entered the room. He simply said, “oh, you.”
“Yep, me. Need a hand,” John asked him, looking at the boxes.
“Sure, could use one.”
“So, why are you a week late?” John asked unpacking the nearest box.
“Small accident; it scared the shit out of me. Never thought I could play ball again.”
“College team, huh. What position?”
“Quarterback; you play?”
“Used to, I was a wide receiver.”
They both unpacked the boxes silently for the next hour, before going down for dinner.Bill.
John was looking forward to spend some time with Leslie but they didn’t go beyond their first date in that week. Though they made plans spend the weekend together, they never got to it. Leslie flew to her hometown on Friday skipping most of her classes. She left him a message saying that something has come up and she was sorry for missing their time together. She ended the message with a promised to meet him on Monday.
And now here he was standing in a store watching Susan and Anna shopping instead of being out on a date. Great way to spend a Saturday, he mused. He groaned, he fought and he did everything possible to avoid it. But in the end Anna dragged him along and Susan helping her to get him going didn’t miss his notice.
He didn’t know what to make of Susan or her mood swings. Sometimes she behaved like he was her best friend and there were also the times when she treats him like her archenemy and it drove him crazy. There must be some explanation to her behavior and John was determined to find what it was. He had to admit that she had a great taste, may it be clothes or anything else. She selected everything carefully.
Something shiny in the window of the store caught his eye. As both the girls were busy he stepped out of the store to take a better look, earrings.
His and Anna’s mothers were a great a fan of earrings. As soon as he took a closer look he knew they were meant for them. One pair was beautifully designed like stem flowers and other was elegantly sculpted in the shape of a leaves. He only thought for a second before deciding them to buy them. You don’t need an occasion to buy gift for your mother or godmother. Flowers will go to Jess, he decided, and leaves to his mother.
Susan saw him admiring the earrings in the glass window. Unlike other guys, he had been patient though out their entire shopping. He never complained even when Anna drove him crazy by asking him every silly little thing. He patiently offered his opinion.
A scream from outside startled her out of her thoughts. She saw a toddler running in the middle of the road and a car rushing towards him. Even if the driver hits the breaks, he or she cannot stop the car in time. Susan braced herself for the inevitable. Her heart stopped for a second when John dived towards the boy snatching him. His momentum carried them out of the vehicles path and they missed it by a hair’s breadth.
It took a minute for her to get her legs moving. When she reached them boy’s mother was hugging him and crying like a toddler herself. Crowd was gathering around them. She was grateful that the boy was unharmed, but to hell with the kid.
John never saw it coming. Susan slapped him on the back of his head before exploding at him.
“What the hell were thinking you dumb idiot?” Before John could answer she hit him once again. “What are you, stupid. You could have been in an accident.” Slap. Slap. “You idiot.” Slap.
“Cut it out, Susan.” John caught her hand before she can hit him again. What she did next rendered him speechless. She hugged him, tight and hard. That was the first time he had any physical contact with Susan. It sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body.
After a few seconds Susan stepped back blushing. Anna jumped into his arms immediately saving him from saying something to Susan. “Asshole. You scared me,” Anna mumbled stepping back.
Soon the crowd disappeared. The kid’s mom thanked him once again before offering them to buy lunch but John turned her down politely. She thanked him for one last time before moving on. John returned to the store to buy the earrings. He paid with his credit card and asked to gift wrap them. John went on with rest of the shopping mechanically as his brain froze on a single thought.
Susan hugged him.
John wasn’t new to hugging. Hell, he even hugged many girls. But happened when Susan hugged him never happened with anyone. He could have stayed holding her for the rest if life. But she ended it. What bothered John was she seemed distant and disturbed for the rest of the day.
When John was back in his room, he was more confused than ever. Susan intrigued him. He wanted to push her out of his mind but it proved to be hard. John was deep in his thoughts when Alex entered the room.
“Hey John, wanna play ball?” Alex asked him.
“Don’t you have practice?”
“Nope free on Sundays and Saturday evenings, for time being. I and few guys just want to practice. Care to join us.”
“Sure,” John replied. “But I don’t have any gear.”
“I can find you something.” John followed him to the field.
Few of his teammates were already waiting for them and Alex introduced him, all of them freshmen. One of the boys was roughly John’s size and he lent his spare gear. They practiced for the next two hours. John was able to keep up with Alex and others. Probably because they just began their college level training and not out of his league, yet. He knew within months they will be beyond him and it’s not just because of their training but because of their dedication. Alex was the most dedicated among them and John can tell he was a gifted quarterback.
“You play well bro. I am guessing you got few offers during high school,” Alex said on their way back from the field.
“Turned them down and I don’t regret it. I only played for fun and never intended to make career out of it. It’s just not my cup of tea.”
“So what’s your major?”
“Game design with a minor in management.”
“I play videogames now and then, especially the games where you can blow stuff.” Alex made firing sounds, raising his hands to fire an imaginary gun.
“Alex, John, wait up.” Jason, one of the Alex’s teammate came jogging towards them.
“You guys like racing?” he asked them.
“Yep,” Alex replied. “Why do you ask?”
“What about you?” Jason asked John ignoring Alex’s question.
“I don’t like racing. I love it.” John said, hoping that Jason can get him into few races.
“Well then, be here tomorrow by ten.” Jason pulled a paper from his pocket and handed it to them. “Bring anyone you want to.”
They went back to the room chatting talking cars.
Anna’s eyes lit up like fire crackers when John told her about the invitation during dinner. Susan was absent. She’s been dining with them for the past few days bit John didn’t give much thought to that, at the moment. All he was thinking about was the next day.
Susan joined them on the trip. John highly suspected that Anna dragged her along. Alex left a long time ago and John ended up waiting for the girls. They took out their Porsche Cayenne instead of 911 as the former was a SUV and the latter was a two seated.
John followed the instructions and soon entered the abandoned construction site. It was a huge venture, stopped on the middle. John was worried about cops but Jason assured that cops don’t give shit about this place as his father owns the place.
Alex met him a few minutes later and his jaw dropped noticing the car John arrived in. Not every day you see a 140 grand SUV on the road.
S
oon a race between Ford Mustang and Chevrolet Camaro has started. John watched as both the drivers ho
head to head with each other and the crowd went wild. In the end Mustang won.
John noticed the two kids who created the ruckus in cafeteria were now chatting with the Mustang’s owner. John stiffened when they came to him. Beside him he noticed Susan was shifting uncomfortable and Anna looked annoyed. They stopped for a second, watching Cayenne.
“Nice ride,” one of them said. “But I bet my ass that it cannot go toe to toe with that.” He pointed towards Mustang.
“Yeah baby. It’s unbeatable,” the Mustang’s driver chimed in. John noticed that he won his race relying mostly on the vehicle and not on his skill.
“With your skill set a kid with a broke down pick up can beat you,” John shot back. The crowd around them went silent and wad watching them.
“Prove it. Let’s face.” Mustang’s drive said with a sneer on his face.
“It’s not my turn to race. It’s hers,” John said indicating towards Anna.
“You hiding man.” The sneer on his face got bigger. “Sending a girl in your place; I am not racing against her.”
“What, are you afraid that you’ll lose to a girl,” Anna said coolly. Her annoyance was now replaced with pure excitement and his sneer fell from his face. Susan paled at her statement.
The crowd around them started chanting, “Race. Race.”
He said, “Fine,” before climbing into his vehicle. Anna removed her high heels and handed them to John and hoped into driver’s seat.
Both vehicles slowly approached the start line. John, Alex and Susan climbed a half-finished building to view the race. A blonde in a revealing outfit started the count. As she reached zero both cars shot forward, Mustanggaining the lead. It went in a zigzag way not allowing Anna to overtake.
“What a bummer. Looks like she’s about to lose,” Alex said after a few minutes. Susan was watching the race with wide eyes. When Anna cut
“Are you kidding? She’s just toying with him,” John said, laughing.
Right on cue, Anna surged forward cutting across the Mustang in a steep turn. Susan screamed loudly with everybody else. Anna didn’t lose her lead till the end and the crowd went nuts when she cleared the finish line a minute ahead of the Mustang.
“Like I said. She’s Daniel’s daughter through and through. She’s the one of the few who can keep up with her father.” John shouted over the noise, to be heard.
Anna got out of the SUV and raised her middle finger on the direction of Mustang. She launched herself into john’s arms laughing. Another race began diverting the attention of the crowd. Some lingered congratulating Anna on her win.
“Great driving. I am Bill.” John heard someone introducing himself to Anna.
John turned around and saw a guy shaking her hand. His blonde hair fell to his eyes. He’s fairly built and only two inches taller than Anna.
“She’s beautiful by the way,” Bill said looking at the car. “Not as beautiful as you though.”
Anna blushed. “I am Anna.”
“Nice meeting you, Anna. See you around,” Bill said before leaving.
John was not sure why but he didn’t like Bill. Anna never interfered with his social life though she pried all the details about his date out of him. John intending to do the same kept his mouth shut before making a wise ass comment and pissing Anna.
Both John and Anna didn’t notice Bill walking towards and later joining the guys who started the fight with John.
John turned off the alarm and got out of the bed, rubbing his eyes. Alarm clock showed that it was exactly five in the morning. John had no problem waking up early but for the past couple of months he got used to sleeping till seven. Alex stirred in his bed for a couple of minutes before waking up.
Together they made their way across the weight room. This particular gym was open to everyone. Alex turned up the music as they are the only people in the gym. They both started lifting weights but John became tired of it. Beside him Alex showed no sign of slowing down. Sighing, john got up and made his way towards a punching bag. He pounded on it mercilessly for the next half an hour.
When Alex finally stopped, they returned to their room. John hopped into shower without delay. As usual he met Anna in her floor’s lounge along with Susan. Susan schedule was pretty much similar to his except for a single class. That was the only class he shared with Leslie.
True to her word, Leslie was waiting for him in the cafeteria during lunch. He kissed her lightly on the lips before sitting down beside her. Anna and Susan joined them which Leslie didn’t mind.
She told him that she came back late night and didn’t want to call him yesterday.
As it’s Monday and all the four them had Professor Bell in the afternoon they moved to the computer lab. Leslie took off to join her team. John was glad that they resolved things with Susan and they could work together as a team.
As the lab ended Leslie grabbed him on the way out and whispered five words in his ear, “Let’s go to your room.” John knew that Alex will be out in the field practicing, so he didn’t object.
As soon as they got into his room Leslie was all over him. They tongues wrestled in their mouths. They only pulled back to undress and catch their breaths.
“I am so horny right now. God, I was thinking of doing this for the whole week,” she said in between the kisses.
Her words made John go rock hard. The last time he had sex was with Amanda and that was during their graduation. So, he simply said, “me too.”
John pulled her t-shirt over her head before latching back on to her lips. He quickly unsnapped her bra and took her breasts in her hands. They felt wonderful in his hands. Leslie pulled back to remove his shirt from him. Not wasting any time John unbuckled her jeans and pulled it down along with her panties. She did the same to him.
Leslie pushed John on to his bed before climbing him. She hovered her pussy over his rock hard cock for a few seconds before sitting down fully on to him. She bounced on him, first slowly and then steadily increased her pace. She made cute little sounds with drove him wild. John grabbed her ass, pushing himself deeper into him.
He slid his hands behind her neck and in one quick motion he had their positions reversed. He pinned her to the bed and started pounding her mercilessly. Her moans increased in both sound and intensity. Soon they were close to their orgasms.
“Harder… Harder… John… I am cumming. Cum in me.” she scratched his back.
“Me too,” John yelled, before spending him in her.
He fell on her exhausted. He stayed like that for a couple of seconds. He rolled on to his side before she could complain about his weight on her. After a few minutes they got up out of the bed and dressed. Leslie’s went back to her room to shower and change.
John did the same. Once in the shower his thoughts took over. He didn’t expect to go things this fast with Leslie. For some reason it bothered him. He shrugged his shoulders thinking that Leslie was also holding herself back over the summer. That explained a lot. John was fine with the turn of the events and he can continue things like this for a while and see where it goes. Well, who can say no to getting laid regularly?
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More improbable fantasies. I am enjoying slowly building the story with more and more different fetishes and types of sex, and I am being careful to manage the pace. Turning it straight up to 11 will never do, but neither will interminable setups or retreading old ground. Let me know how I am doing.
The day began as any other until he found his niece looking at porn!
Reader inspired story. Please read the earlier parts first. Melissa’s mom comes home from work, finding something she didn’t expect. She decides to take advantage of it, with someone watching in the dark. Hope you enjoy.
The continuing story of Lisa’s sexual awakening as it’s guided and assisted by her dad.
Reader inspired story. Please read part I first. The seduction of the babysitter continues as Melissa finds a way to get him to make love to her. Hope you all enjoy this part.
Becky is home alone, forbidden from seeing her teacher lover for now, but horny as hell.
Introduction: This is my first time posting a story. If you are looking for nothing more than a bunch of graphic sex scenes then please hit the back button now. The story is completely fictional and completely my own creation. If you have any comments that would help me tell a better story. Please feel free to leave them. If it’s not your type of story then please don’t vote negatively or leave comment just to be mean. There is allot more to this story and I would love to post more if it is received well. This first part is setting most of the ground work for the entire story so I hope that you get pulled into the characters and not find it boring and wordy. There will be more action and adventure in the chapters to come if the reviews are positive and you would like to hear more of the story unfold. THE SWITCH – CHAPTER ONE
Jessica sat in her room, knuckles white from squeezing the crap out of the small statue she held in her hand. It was the only thing she received from her grandmothers estate. The only thing from her mom’s side of the family. She barely remember her grandmother and yet she had made it a point that this little Tiki looking statue go to her granddaughter. It fit perfectly in heard hand and she would squeeze it when she got angry . Somehow she always seemed to feel better afterwards. She was so mad at Ryan , her step brother, that she wanted to scream. Their Parents ( Jessica’s Father & Ryan’s Mother) were celebrating their one year anniversary and taking a long four day weekend at a vineyard in Northern California, leaving the two of them alone. Their parents left Ryan in charge even though Jessica was two months older, Ryan was the “responsible one” they said. More like a boring , ass-kissing, frucking boy scout, if you asked her. She knew it was a school night and the rules were “no going out on school nights“. Those were the rules. No exceptions! Seriously though! Who would know? Their parents were gone and if he didn’t say anything, no one would be the wiser.
Ryan, the little goody-two-shoes, said he would tell if she went out . God she hated living here. Jessica loved the house. I mean what’s not to love right! The house was huge, swimming pool, game room, home theatre! Great neighborhood! It was the people she couldn’t stand. Her Dad marrying “that woman”. She seemed nice enough and was very pretty . She had a good Job as a Nurse but she never let Jessica get away with anything. She wasn’t mean. It was just that Jessica was used to her previous life, where she was allowed to do what ever she wanted for the most part. Her dad had to work long ours to support them. When he was home, Jessica was Daddy’s Little Girl and could do no wrong. Even if she did get in trouble it was never anything that a smile, hug and some dimples couldn’t get her out of. She had him wrapped around her little finger.
Don’t even mention having to move to a different school and make new friends. It took her all year to find and infiltrate the “A list” at her new school. Now to be told she could go out with her friends? Jessica was fit to be tied! She had watched enough CSI shows to know she’d never get away with killing him. They always get caught and with her olive complexion she would look horrible in one of the orange jump suits. She had to figure out something . She had tried everything . She even went as far as offering to set him up with one of her girlfriends. He said no! Seriously, her and her friends were easily four of the hottest girls in school and he said no. She figured he must be gay! There could be no other explanation! Jessica figured she would wait till after dinner and then she would try one more time to convince Ryan to let her go out with her friends.
Ryan was in the kitchen making dinner and muttering to himself. What an selfish, self centered Bitch! She had no respect for their parents or this house. The only reason they had the house in the first place was because of the lawsuit from the wrongful death of Ryan’s dad. He was a fireman and when his station responded to a structural fire at a local manufacturing plant, they had no idea that the company had not been disposing of their waste chemicals but merely stockpiling them in the basement until business picked up and they could resume having their waste disposed of properly. No one expected the fire and the fire department had no idea the amount of combustibles that were under them when they entered the building. They place went up like a roman candle taking the lives of two fireman in the process. Ryan’s father was one of them. He would gladly trade everything to have his father back.
Jessica’s mother ran off when she was just a baby . Apparently, she was a party girl and felt she was too young when she got pregnant with Jessica, So, she left her with her dad and was never heard from again. Ryan was almost 11 when his father died, It was the day before his 11th birthday, Ryan felt sorry for Jessica at times for not having a mother, but that was no excuse for treating her mother like the hired help in her own house.
Ryan had a good, strong relationship with his mother. He talked to her about everything. He had learned that if he did his chores without being told, got good grades, obeyed his mother rules without argument that he was had earned her trust. Ryan was no boy scout mind you! Ok! well technically he was a boy scout when he was younger. But he had also earned a few new merit badges for partying, carousing and just plain old mischief that they never had in the scouts. As long as he told his mother he was going to a party, and if there was drinking, he had no curfew so he wouldn’t be tempted to drink and drive. He could also call his mother if he needed a ride. Any time of the night from anywhere and he would never be in trouble. Jessica used manipulation and deceit to get what she wanted and mom would catch her in lies.
When dinner was ready , Ryan called up to Jessica and began to place the food on the table. When Ryan was younger he and his mom used to cook together when she was home. Sometimes they would spend all day cooking so that way they always had food ready for the rest of the week and as he got older they would take turns cooking. Each trying to surprise the other with some new or exotic culinary dish. Tonight he made a nice salad with walnuts and dried cranberries followed by the main course of angel hair pasta with garlic shrimp, tomatoes and zucchini with garlic bread. Nothing too fancy but it was one of Jessica’s favorites! Ok! Maybe he was hoping that this would ease some of the tension from earlier.
Jessica finished washing up and came down stairs for dinner. She immediately noticed that that Ryan had made one of her favorites. She gave a little huff to herself but apparently it was loud enough for Ryan to hear because he raised one eyebrow to her as she sat down. She was still plenty mad at him and wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of thinking that his pathetic attempt at a peace offering was going to work on her. Jessica finished first, rinsed hear plate and placed it in the dishwasher without a word and headed up stairs to her room and slammed the door.
Ryan had just finished wiping down the table and started the dishwasher when Jessica appeared and judging from her attire she was planning on going out whether she got in trouble or not. Ryan didn’t say a word. He just removed the dish towel from his shoulder and hung it up, walked passed her without so much as looking at her, and turned on the TV. You could feel the tension radiating from every pore of Jessica’s body. Her face became calm and she looked at Ryan with that air of superiority look that he had seen many times before at school, from her and her little “click” of friends, that they would direct at other students and lately she would direct it towards his mother. Jessica’s voice matched her glare to a tee. Obviously something she spent countless hours perfecting. “I am leaving” was all she said. That crap didn’t work with Ryan. He wasn’t about to take the bait. Jessica grabbed the door knob and was about to turn it to leave, when she stopped. She glared at him and spoke again. Aren’t you going to stop me or say anything? Ryan just looked at her calmly and said: “Nope! It’s your choice. I’m not your father and you are aware of the consequences” and just resumed his channel surfing.
Jessica reached into her pocket , squeezing her statue as the anger bubble up inside her. She opened her mouth and blurted the first thing that came to mind. You know, things were better before you and your mom came into our lives! That was it! The last straw! Ryan had had enough! He hated to loose his cool like this. To him anger was emotion over intelligence and usually he was smarter than to allow himself to be pulled down to her level. Please don’t let me stop you from leaving! He shouted to her! That’s when all hell broke loose. Both of them shouting at each other and Jessica dropping the “F” bomb like every third word out of her mouth. As the yelling escalated, the tighter Jessica squeezed the statue in her pocket! The tighter she would squeeze it, the hotter it got, which only help to fuel her anger. It got to the point were both of them were screaming at the top their lungs at each other , faces beat red with fists clenched tightly. It seemed to go on endlessly, even though it was only for a couple of minutes. Just when their anger seem to peak. They both seemed to finish their tirade with the exact same sentence! “ I wish for once you could see things from my perspective “ As soon as the words left Jessica’s mouth the statue felt as if it was on fire! She released it immediately and it fell to the floor. As it struck the floor, the power went out in the entire house which was immediately followed by a blinding flash of light. Both Ryan and Jessica were knocked off their feet and then everything went dark………..
Ryan woke up feeling as though he’d been hit by a train. All the electricity in the house was out , So he had no idea how long he was unconscious , He shook his head trying to get the cobwebs out. Between the pain and the stars he was seeing , he found it difficult to get his bearings . He tried to make his way to the basement and got turned around a few times and had to double back. Finally, he found the fuse box, ALL the breaker were triggered. So, one by one he started to reset each breaker. When he finally flipped the last one he heard a scream from upstairs. Ryan panicked and broke out in a run because the scream he heard did not sound like Jessica. Which could only mean that there was someone else in the house . Ryan bounded up the stairs, down the hall and abruptly came to a halt in the Living Room. Their would have been nothing that could have compared the shocked look upon his face with the sole exception of the shocked look on the person that now stood before him. Which was himself!!
Jessica woke up when the TV came on. She had one hell of a headache. She felt like she had a hangover with the memory of the good time. She placed her hand on the fireplace to steady herself as she tried to stand . She put her other hand on the mantle and pulled herself upright. The clocks were all flashing so she had no idea how long she was out. Jessica turned to look at herself in the mirror, then looked behind her and then back at the mirror and screamed. She then pinched herself and slapped her own face, trying to wake herself up. She heard the crash of a door followed by running footsteps down the hall. She turned face the hall that the footstep were emanating from, and that’s when she went from shock to horror. As she saw herself round the corner and come skidding to a stop directly before her. Doppelganger was the last though Jessica had before passing out.
Ryan glanced at the mirror and saw Jessica’s reflection and not his own right before he saw himself falling and possibly hitting the fireplace, without thinking he sprung forward in an attempt to catch himself before he fell. He got there in time but neglected to take into account that Jessica’s body was not strong enough to lift his own and they both fell backwards onto the carpet. Ryan tried to move himself onto the couch, mumbling to himself the whole time that either Jessica needed to workout more or he needed to lose weight. Trying to move his 6’2” 205 lb. frame with Jessica 5’6” and maybe 115 lb. body was a bitch!
Ryan went into the bathroom grabbed a wash cloth and dampened it . He went into the medicine cabinet and took out aspirin, two for Jessica and two for himself, which he took immediately , and some smelling salts,
Ryan went back down stairs and placed the wash cloth on Jessica ‘s head, which was actually his head and he did it with his hands which were really Jessica’s!!! This is just way to freaky he thought to himself . I should be wigging out right now or at least passed out next to Jessica, or myself or whatever. Ryan went through most or the house and set the clocks to the correct time and then went back to check on Jessica.
On his way back he stepped on something! Dam that hurt, he said to himself while rubbing his foot. Wow, Jessica skin is really soft! Now he knew where the phrase tenderfoot came from. Ryan’s feet were pretty rough compared to Jessica’s. Being from Southern California he spent a lot of time outside and at the beach, surfing or playing volleyball where you can’t help but get thick skinned. Ryan reached down and retrieved the item from the floor. It was about 3” long and maybe ¾ in diameter little statue that kind of reminded him of the ones they found on Easter Island. Funny he had never seen it before so he placed it on the end table to avoid stepping on it again. Jessica was still out so he broke open the smelling salts and waved it under her/his nose.
Jessica nearly jumped out of her skin when she inhaled the ammonia smell. The first words out of her mouth was, of course, what the fuck is going on here!. Jessica was getting more panicked with each passing moment. Ryan, unsure of what to say at this moment, saw the tears welling in her eyes, Actually , it was his eyes and he was having a difficult time himself not freaking out. He made a mental note to himself to make sure he didn’t cry in front of anyone. He was hoping that it was just Jessica’s mannerism on his body that made him kind of wimpy. Not a good look for him. Ryan pulled Jessica into him, hugging her and rocking her while gently caressing her head. Ryan pulled a tissue off the end table and handed it to Jessica who took it and started dabbing her eyes with it. As her sobs slowed she said I must look like a raccoon and blew here nose. Ryan just said she looked handsome and that luckily he wasn’t wearing mascara today. Jessica gave him a light smack on his shoulder, Ryan could actually feel her smiling.
After about ten minutes, Ryan suggested that they get some sleep, It was almost 1:30 in the morning and they had school tomorrow. The were both physically and emotionally exhausted. Jessica tried to argue with him but she lacked the strength and conviction to put up much of a fight. As they walked up stairs, it suddenly occurred to Jessica to ask about the sleeping arrangements. Ryan thought about it for a few moments then suggested that he sleep in her room and she sleep in his. That way if we wake up in our own beds then we would know if we switched back. If not, then nothings changed and we can try to figure out what happened and why with a clearer head. I don’t know about you but I still have a headache. Jessica nodded in agreement as Ryan helped her to his room. He pulled out a pair of athletic shorts and a large soft t-shirt for her to sleep in, Ryan said goodnight and left his room and headed for Jessica’s room.
Jessica was too tired to even think about what happen today . She could barely keep her eyes open . She just stripped off her clothes put on the shorts and shirt Ryan had set out for her and flopped on the bed without even shutting off the light. She had only one fleeting thought as she got comfortable, Boy this bed is comfortable. She would have to sweet talk her Dad into getting her one of these, and then she was asleep.
Ryan walked into Jessica’s room and flipped on the light. Holy Crap! He muttered out loud to himself. The Room was a mess. I appeared that Jessica had tried on several outfits before deciding on the one what he now had on. Each previously outfit that was deemed unworthy was discarded hap-hazzardly on the floor. Ryan was in no mood to deal with this right now so he just flipped off the light and started peeling off clothes. He figured he would just go “commando“, which he usually did in the summer anyway. Everything was fine until he tried to take off the bra. Now it’s one thing to take a girls bra off of her when you were making out. He had done it many times before. Taking one off yourself was proving to be much more difficult and dangerous than he expected, He fell over twice trying to reach up behind himself with his hand while twisting his upper body. Fed up, Ryan walked across the hall to ask Jessica for help seeing that the light was still on. :Jessica? Could you….” was all he got out. He saw himself passed out on the bed. He went over and covered her with a blanket and turned off the light. Ryan, frustrated at this point just pulled the shoulder straps off and slid the bra over his hips and he grabbed the underwear as he passed in one swoop and tossed then on the floor with the rest of the clothes. He crawled into bed and laid on his back and closed his eyes.
After the bra debauchery, Ryan found his mind wandering. The implications of what happened were just know beginning to sink in. He tried to recall all the movies he had seen where they traded bodies.
Most were stupid and very unbelievable! Although Ryan had to admit that he found them quite believable now!! There had to be at least a dozen of them. Most with father and sons of mother and daughters changing places He recalled that one with Rob Snyder, although the title escaped him. He was 15 when he saw it then and remembered thinking what he would do in that situation. Ryan had always fantasized about what it would be like to be a girl, To be able to have multiple orgasms! When he was 15 it was not uncommon for him the Jack-off 3-4 times a day! If he could have multiple orgasms back then, he doubted he would have ever left his room. EVER!! Now he had more self control than when he was 15 but his fantasy was just as alluring as ever. Even more so, now that something, which was so far out of the realm of possibilities, was now at his very finger tips.
Ryan was literally shaking just thinking about touching Jessica’s body, which he now occupied. To feel what a woman feels! He was actually starting to freak himself out. Ryan had only though about Jessica’s body and her looks once and that was the first time he met her almost 2 years ago. She was Hot! But once he found out what a stuck-up brat she was, it turned him off completely! It wasn’t until that moment that he truly understood what the phrase “beauty is only skin deep” meant. Ryan based all his views of women on his observations of his mother. Charlotte, his mother, was a beautiful woman both inside and out. Ryan just assumed that beauty was created inside a person and radiated outward. That beauty was a reflection of the type of person they were, which made everything they did seem beautiful. A balanced of beauty, grace and harmony within one’s self. That was the main reason why Ryan rarely ever dated. He had yet to find someone with that balance that he was looking for. There were girls that he was friends with that had inner beauty but saw them selves as flawed or unattractive, It was their own insecurities that made them less attractive. Not their perceived outward appearance.
Ryan calmed himself and slowly lowed his hands to her breasts. His own excitement and anticipation was causing sensory overload. For no sooner had his fingertips touch her nipples that her body shuddered with what he could only assume was his first orgasm. He couldn’t decide which he was enjoying more? The feel of her nipples between his fingertips or the feel of his soft fingers playing with her nipples. He released her nipple from his left hand and trailed is fingers down between her breasts , down over stomach. He was panting softly as he stopped just above her mound. She had her pubic hair trimmed short in a long narrow landing strip. His toes were curling with anticipation. Ryan took his middle finger and placed at the very bottom of her slit and pushed in ever so gentry. As soon as he did that, he felt a small trickle of fluid run down between his cheeks. Oh My God! With all the new sensations he was having, he hadn’t realized that he was soaking wet. He brought his finger to his lips and he tasted himself. It tasted sweet with a slight tang to it. He had perform oral sex before, in fact he quite enjoyed it. There was nothing like the feeling he got from giving a girl multiple orgasms. Like snow flakes, no two tasted alike.
Ryan move his finger back to the bottom of her labia and gently eased up her slit. His right hand still gently tweaking and pinching her right nipple. As his finger drew nearer to her clit, Ryan used a little more pressure sinking in a little farther and gave a slight flick to her clit as his finger slid over it. That was all it took. His hips raised up instinctively causing even more pressure. His body convulsed and shook uncontrollably as he felt like he was being electrocuted with pure pleasure. It wasn’t until now that he realized he had been holding his breath in anticipation. Between his lungs gasping for air and his body still twitching from the orgasm, he felt as though me might pass out. Ryan just lay their catching his breath .
Holly Shit! He thought to himself, This was better than he had ever imagined and he hoped he was just getting started. Ryan definitely wanted to figure out what had caused this bizarre phenomena. But all sense of urgency was gone. He definitely needed time to explore this further. There was a large wet spot underneath him but he didn’t care. He just rolled over to one side and closed his eyes and actually fell asleep smiling.
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In this half my series, Brad’s father Jack, and Alyssa’s mother Grace forgive each other and passionately make up. And with Brad being gone on an overnight high school track and field event, Alyssa’s left alone with only internet porn to sooth her need for sexual satisfaction. And she finds out Kayla’s conservative Christian mother thinks she’s trying to turn her daughter into a lesbian, because she caught Alyssa and her daughter having lesbian sex with each other in the last episode. Now because of what they were caught doing, Kayla’s mother’s sending her away to a Christian heterosexual reorientation program.
A young lady wanted to know how it is to be fucked my her two favorite animals in the world.
The continuing saga of Lisa’s sexual awakening guided by her father.
19 years old, just finished her first year of college, and a summer session to speed up her degree. 5’10” firm 34C breasts, a frayed jean skirt and no panties, and with her long tanned legs she crawls into her small red Corolla for the ride home to Jersey. The truckers were in for a treat!
Part One of a future series. This part includes the start of two very sexual relationships and marks the beginning of a lot more to come. Please enjoy, rate and comment!
After the encounter in the library, Sarah retreats to her room and locks the door.
A high school girl born with a genetic defect finds comfort closer than expected.
With the sound of the shower running behind her Lisa took a moment to look at herself in the mirror smiling as she admired her hot teen body. Obviously she wished she was a little more developed but she liked the looks she got when she went out to parties and clubs especially when seen with her sister. Rubbing her hands over her smooth bare skin she tweaked her stiff nipples a little giggling at how it made her feel before stepping over to the shower.
Reaching over the test the temperature of the shower water Lisa found herself pulling her hand back to avoid the freezing cold water. Grabbing the red silk robe her sister had gotten her for Christmas she pulled it on and decided to let the water run for a few minutes. Walking down the hallway thinking of going to the kitchen she heard Shauna’s voice and decided to eavesdrop a little.
“You want to know what?” she heard Shauna giggle, “A t-shirt and a pair of panties what about you?”
“Oh I wish you were here we’d have so much fun. You get me so wet sometimes,” said Shauna excitedly.
Lisa’s eyes went wide as she realized her fifteen year old sister was having phone sex. Stepping a little closer to the door she leaned in hoping to hear a little more.
“Oh I am my clit feels so good baby, I love rubbing it for you.”
Lisa’s heart was racing as she bit on her lower lip imagining what was going on the other side of the door. Lisa was thirteen and hadn’t been with a guy yet but in her room she had been watching porn and fantasizing about how it would feel. She reached down and slowly starting stroking her fingertips over her bare thigh. She imagined two people having sex. They were faceless at first but the girl’s face kept turning into Shauna’s.
She was confused at first but realizing it turned her on to think of her sister that way so much so she felt her pussy getting wet. Her eyes closed licking her lips a little until she heard a beeping sound making her jump and almost scream in surprise. It was a cell phone she reached for her pocket scared that Shauna would realize she was there but Lisa didn’t have her phone.
“Ah fuck baby, my cell phone is dying but I’m so fucking horny I’ll call you from the home phone.”
Hearing Shauna getting up and almost running to the door Lisa darted back into the bathroom closing the door and leaning her back against it catching her breath. Why was she getting turned on thinking of her sister getting fucked? It wasn’t right but every time she tried to remember the porn she had watched Shauna always was there. Hoping to get the images out of her head she got in the shower feeling the hot water run all over her skin.
Not hearing anything as she walked by Shauna’s room she finally felt herself calm down.
In her own room she started to get dressed pulling on a matching pink and white lace bra and panties. Then over that a white Hollister t-shirt and a pair of black pj pants since she was just lounging around. As she was tying the strings on the pants she saw the phone out of the corner of her eye and felt a little excitement. Her hand shook a little as she reached for it picking it up slowly and lifting it to her ear. What she heard next made her gasp before she could cover her mouth.
“What was that?” she heard a female voice ask and it wasn’t her sisters.
“That was me moaning what do you expect when I hear your sexy voice talk about licking
my pussy?”
Lisa quietly walked down the hallway to her sister’s door wondering why she didn’t hear anything before.
“Well you better be careful you don’t want Lisa to hear you.” The voice sounded so familiar but she couldn’t figure out who it was.
“I’m in the backseat of the car in the garage she couldn’t hear me out here now kiss me Holly please I need you so bad.”
Holly? Holly, one of the hottest girls in school and she and my sister are having lesbian phone sex? Lisa almost laughed but covered her mouth not wanting them to know she was listening in.
“Kissing you hard Shauna my soft lips on yours my fingers on your cheek lightly brushing your skin, ” sighed Holly “My arms around your waist pulling you in close one hand squeezing your ass.”
“Pull my skirt up and squeeze my bare ass baby come on,” Shauna said breathing hard.
“Twirling my tongue around yours as I slowly pull your tight slutty skirt up and you can feel my hands squeezing your bare ass,” said Holly in a nasty porn voice.
Lisa’s heart racing feeling like it would beat out of her chest. Quietly opening the door to her sister’s room and walking in looking around a little. Pulling open a couple drawers looking at what her sister was reading. Finding her vibrator in her panty drawer Lisa smiled she had borrowed it a couple times before.
Lying on her sister’s bed Lisa untied her pj pants and pushed them down a little. Turning the phone onto speaker and setting it by the pillow she turned the vibe on lightly resting it on her bare thighs and working it up to her panties teasing her damp slit through the panties as she listened in.
“That’s it Holly lick my clit I love it when you do that now finger me too!” cried Shauna.
“You taste so good so sweet sucking on your clit as I slowly slide a finger into your tight little cunt. Oh fuck Shawn you are so slick and tight. I love how I slide my finger in and out making sloppy sounds.”
Hearing them talk so openly turned Lisa on so much she pulled her panties to the side and slowly rubbed the vibe on her clit moaning softly just loud enough to be heard on the phone.
“You’re making me so fucking horny” Holly moaned out thinking the moan she heard was Shauna.
“I’m so wet oh fuck it feels so good don’t stop licking and fucking me Holly please don’t stop. I want more fingers, fuck me harder babe!”
“Oh Shaun I love your wet cunt so tasty and hot, oh fuck your juices running from your pussy lip…let me lick it up for you.”
“Are you playing with your pussy for me Holly?”
“Oh Shawn you’re going to make me cum baby don’t stop moaning for me I need it I want it so bad.”
Lisa added her moans to the others hoping they blended in and they would think they were each other’s. Sliding a hand up her shirt playing with her firm little tittie and hard nipple a little as she imagined Holly eating her out and licked her lips finding herself wanting to taste another girl’s pussy.
“Oh fuck Holly I’m going to cum I want you to cum with me baby come on. You hot fucking bitch make that beautiful cunt cum with mine ”
Their words turning into moans and screams of pleasure as Lisa added her own to the mix rubbing her clit and plunging the dildo into her tight teen cunt. Hearing the other two girls playing and moaning turning her on so much she imagined being with Holly feeling so turned on she knew her orgasm was close.
In her mind Holly was between her legs tasting her and licking her clit but something took over in her mind and suddenly it was Shauna eating her out, her sister Shauna. As the thought washed over her Lisa had the most intense orgasm in her young life ripping through her body as she arched her back and cum sprayed all over her sisters bed. Hearing Holly and her sister moaning on the phone all she could do was enjoy the feeling as she tried to catch her breath.
“So you’re still coming to hang out tonight?” Lisa heard her sister ask.
“Of course and I’m bringing a few toys too.”
“Well I’m here waiting for you.” She heard some giggling.
Hearing the door to the garage Lisa jumped up putting the vibrator back in the drawer and hurrying to her room closing the door. Hearing Shauna come down the hallway stopping by her door Lisa almost passed out scared she knew everything that she was listening in.
A quiet knock on the door…….
“Lisa you in there?”
“Yes I was getting dressed”
Opening her door seeing Shauna standing there in a pair of short purple soccer shorts and a tight white t-shirt making her blush when she realized she could see her older sister’s erect nipples poking through her t-shirt. She thought she could smell the fresh sent of cum on her sister as well. Lisa tried not to check out her sister’s hot body but she couldn’t help herself.
“Holly is coming for dinner and hanging out for a while and wanted to make sure you would be here too.”
“Really? Are you sure you want your little sister hanging out with you and your friend?”
“You know you’re always welcome to hang out with us,” Shauna said sticking her tongue out at her sister then giving her a little hug.
Lisa nearly moaned when she felt the heat of her sister’s body next to hers her warm firm tities pressing into her.
“I-I’m going to get dinner started why don’t you finish getting dressed and come help, and turn the damn shower off would you?”
“Ok Shaun I -I’ll be down in a couple minutes,” said Lisa flustered.
Closing the door behind her smiling as she caught her breath remembering the image that made her orgasm…. Shauna’s tongue on her clit. Her fingers deep in her tight cunt and her dark beautiful eyes looking up into hers. These hot, strange images were running through her mind of what the night might bring.
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The escapades of the teen dickgirl continue… Read parts 1 & 2 first…
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