My First Time

Miracles can happen on Christmas Eve.

Based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

 

Ken Dix flipped through the TV guide at a moderate pace; “500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on.”

Finding nothing but disappointment at every turn. As it was Christmas Eve, every show was a mushy feel-good romp spouting lines about family and goodwill to others. None of that spoke to Ken in the slightest.

“Ken?” a voice came from the kitchen.

“What’s up, Mom?”

“I’ve got my hands full with making everything for dinner tonight, but I’m going to run short on a couple of ingredients,” Helen Dix said, poking her head into the living room. “Can you run to the store real quick for me please?”

“Sure thing,” Ken replied, seeing as he had nothing better to do.

“Great, thank you. I made a list on the counter for you. The store should be open for another hour or two. The main things would be the eggs; I don’t have enough to finish my famous chess pie. If they have tea by the gallon, grab one sweet and one unsweet. The rest are great if you find them, but not essential.”

“Got it,” Ken said as he took the list from the counter.

Heading out to his car, Ken cranked up his Honda Civic and pulled out of the driveway. As he made his way into town, Ken reflected on his current situation. Though he loved his mom, being home for the holidays was always nerve-wracking for him. His hometown of Alpharetta, Georgia was crawling with former high school classmates of his, people he’d just as soon never see again. But up at MIT, he was actually among peers that he could relate to on an intellectual level. Not that he’d made that many friends up there. As a nineteen-year-old freshman, he was still stuck in the same boring math and science classes as everyone else. He couldn’t wait until he could start his health sciences training. Maybe then he could meet some decent people, perhaps of the female variety.

Ken soon arrived in the parking lot of the local Kroger. It was soon obvious that the place was packed with last-minute shoppers, all trying to find that one final ingredient they were missing. Locking his car, Ken sauntered into the store, grabbing a shopping basket along the way. He found the shelves of the store well picked over, striking out on the nonessential items on his mom’s list. Making his way to the drinks aisle, he was pleased to see that the store was keeping the gallon jugs of tea well stocked for the holidays, and picked up a pair.

Ken soon arrived in the refrigerated section of the store. Almost every shelf was empty, but he did manage to find one last carton of six eggs, just what his mom needed. Depositing the carton in his shopping basket, Ken made his way back to the front of the store, checking out in the express lane. He gripped the shopping bags tightly, being careful that the eggs weren’t harmed from the swinging of the bags. Arriving back in the parking lot, he was pleasantly surprised to see one of his former classmates, Jacqueline Brown. As he approached, she saw him coming.

“Ken? Kenneth Dix?”

She was extremely pretty, as was befitting one of the most popular girls in school, and kept her chestnut-brown hair cut just below her jawline. Her soft, warm facial features and bubbly personality belied the sharp intellect hiding underneath. She and Ken had been partners a few times in various subjects, and he had helped craft her entrance essay to the University of Washington. This earned her a full ride scholarship. In spite of her popularity, they had worked well together, and Ken even dared to call her a friend, at least in his own mind. They had never hung out on a social basis; her circle of friends would never have let her live that down. Still, times had changed. They were both out of high school, after all. What could it hurt to ask?

“Jacqueline? Wow, I never thought I’d see you back here. Thought you escaped to cooler climates?”

“Yeah, Seattle is nice, but nothing beats Christmas at home,” she replied, adjusting her UW sweatshirt. “You back for the same reason?”

“Uh huh. Mom pretty much insisted. She won’t settle for anything less than a full family gathering on Christmas Eve. I’m just grabbing a few last things for her. But yeah, it’s great seeing you again. You, uh, you look good.”

“Um; thanks,” she replied with hesitation.

“I’m, uh, gonna be home for a couple of weeks. Would you want to, I don’t know, hang out sometime? Maybe grab a bite to eat? My treat.”

“Well, Ken, that’s sweet of you to ask.” she said almost to herself. As she paused, her eyes suddenly lit up as if she had gotten an idea. “Alright! Here, let me give you my number.” She scribbled a series of digits down on a scrap piece of paper, writing her name next to them. “I’ll, um, talk to you later, I guess?”

“Sounds great!”

Ken couldn’t believe it; he had actually done it! He had asked out the prettiest girl he had ever known! Moreover, she had given him her number! Things were definitely looking up.

“Dick!” a voice behind them yelled.

Ken turned, immediately recognizing Jason Brown, Jacqueline’s fraternal twin brother, along with his two flunkies, Brian and Barrett Sullivan. Jason had been the star quarterback at his high school, and the Sullivan boys were his best offensive linemen. They often served as his muscle off the football field, as well. Ken was intimately familiar with these three, as they had made it their mission in high school to make his life a living hell. Being stuffed in lockers, having his wallet stolen, all were commonplace with them. The three approached, attempting to appear imposing, which they were from the perspective of the ever-scrawny Ken.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you guys,” Ken muttered as they approached.

“Well I’ve got something to say to you, Mr. Kenny Dick,” Jason growled.

“Just shut up and leave me alone,” Ken replied, his blood boiling at the use of Jason’s longtime nickname for him.

“No! You shut the fuck up and listen!” Jason said, grabbing Ken by the collar of his tee-shirt and flinging him against his car. In the process, Ken dropped his shopping bags, the jugs of tea landing directly on the egg carton.

“Jason! Stop it!” Jacqueline protested.

Undeterred, Jason threatened. “Listen fuck-wad, you stay the hell away from my sister!”

“She’s an adult, dickhead! She can have anyone she wants as a friend!” Ken protested.

“You don’t belong on the same Planet as her! You’re nothing’! A pathetic sack of guts your dumbass mother decided to give a name to! Know what? Just do us all a favor and drop dead!”

Enraged at the insult to his mom, Ken swung a wild haymaker at his assailant, but Jason was more than ready, pinning Ken’s arm back against his car. Jason then delivered a crushing punch to Ken’s gut, dropping him down to his knees. Before leaving, Jason knelt down next to his gasping victim.

“Next time, I won’t be so nice. Next time; I might just kill you myself. See ya around. Dick.” Turning to his sister, Jason said, “Come on, time to go home.”

Jacqueline looked down at the pitiful form of Ken before muttering, “Sorry, Ken.”

The trio of boys sauntered off across the parking lot, laughing and high-fiving at their antics. Jacqueline followed right behind them. Ken picked himself up and inspected his groceries, discovering the crushed eggs in his bag. Swearing and cursing, he grabbed the misshapen carton and went to throw it in a nearby trash can.

“No chess pie tonight.”

As Ken returned to his car and began his drive home, Jason and his flunkies watched on from his car, still pleased with their efforts.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Jacqueline said in a lecturing tone.

Jason turned to face his sister. “I do what I gotta do, Jacqueline. That fuck-wad has no business getting friendly with you. He needs to learn his place.”

“Be that as it may, I can take care of myself,” she replied firmly.

“Take care of yourself? Wait; you didn’t?”

“I did. Jason, someday you’ll learn that there are more subtle and effective ways to ward off undesirables. Trust me, Ken won’t bother me ever again.”

Back at Home.

Upon arriving back home, Ken couldn’t bring himself to tell his mom about the incident with the eggs. He instead told her that the store had run out altogether. She had spent many sleepless nights in the past worrying about the constant bullying her son was subjected to in school. Ken didn’t want to give her anything else to worry about. By this time, has uncles had started arriving, and the living room was soon filled with the sounds of football games. In Ken’s mind, these were no more thought provoking that the mindless Christmas specials he had found earlier. Ken went up to his room to take a hot shower, as well as get some alone time in the process. As he stripped down, he saw a bruise beginning to form on his stomach from Jason’s punch. He winced in pain as he touched the tender skin.

Shit; that’s not going away for a while.

Ken took some Tylenol for the pain before stepping into the shower. The hot water helped relax his body, and the steam gradually built up, clearing his mind a bit. He finished after a while and, after making sure his door was shut, flopped facedown onto his bed. After laying there for around an hour or so, his mom finally called him down to rejoin the family for dinner.

Taking his seat at the table, Ken glanced around the room at his various family members. His mom had two older brothers, Lee and Stan. Though Lee was tall and still relatively youthful looking at forty-five, Stan was shorter and beginning to bald as he approached fifty. Still, both of them had one notable thing in common as far as Ken was concerned: they were both still jocks at heart. Ken had never known his father; it had always just been him and his mom. He could tell that his uncles tried to be male role models for him, but their efforts were usually ill-conceived attempts to “man him up.” Never once did they understand his introverted tendencies, and always tried to get him to be more of a people person. After a while, Ken stopped paying their advice any attention.

It was striking to Ken how similar Lee and Stan’s families were. They had both married beautiful, blonde cheerleaders, and now both had sixteen-year-old daughters, both of whom were among the most popular girls in school. It all sickened Ken; they were just perpetuating the stereotype of pretty and popular being the be-all, end-all in life. As the family ate, Ken remained silent for the most part. The adults were engrossed in discussions about their jobs, and the two daughters were giggling and playing on their phones the entire time. None of this was relevant to Ken.

“You know, I saw something interesting today,” Lee said as dessert was being brought out. “I was at Kroger filling up my car, and saw you in the main parking lot, Ken. Looked like you were, uh, having some words with a few guys out there.”

Shit! He saw that?

Not wanting to worry his mom, Ken replied, “It; it was nothing.”

“Nothing, eh? Is that why that punk punched you in the gut?”

With a worried look on her face, Helen asked, “Ken, sweetie, what is he talking about?” She walked around the table to Ken’s seat and lifted up his shirt, seeing the bruise on his abdomen. “Was it that Jason boy again?”

“Mom, just let it go.”

“No! Ken, you know I worry about you!”

“You worry about Me? I think you need to worry more about your brother!” Ken shouted, his anger exploding at last. “Right, Uncle Lee? Come on, you see your own nephew being ganged up on in a parking lot, yet you do nothing to help him out?!”

“A man’s gotta learn to fight his own battles,” Lee replied in a calm voice.

“No. You want to know what a man does? A man sticks up for his Family! No. Matter. What! You stood there and watched your own nephew get beaten up. That says a hell of a lot more about you than it does me. And if that’s family; I don’t want any part of this one.”

Without a word, Ken stood and left the dining room. He then grabbed his MIT hoodie and headed for the front door. As he was about to get into his car and drive off, he saw to his frustration that his uncles’ cars were parked in the driveway behind him, blocking him in. Cursing under his breath, he prepared to leave on foot.

“Ken! Come back inside, please!” Helen called after him, running down the driveway.

“No. I’ve got to go out; clear my head.”

“Ken, it’s Christmas Eve. Please, come be with your family.”

“Mom, aside from you, not a single person in that house feels like family to me,” Ken replied coldly. “I’ll; I’ll call you after while.”

Ken walked off into the cold Georgia night, not knowing for sure where to go or what to do. Nobody else was out, as they were all at home with their families. Remembering the square in historic downtown Alpharetta, he decided to head in that direction. Maybe the quiet walk would do him some good.

Arriving in the town square, Ken walked along the sidewalks for a bit, peering into the darkened windows of the various shops and restaurants. Everything looked so different to him with everyone gone for the day; it all seemed so peaceful. As he continued to walk, he soon saw City Hall in the distance. In front of the building was a large green space, which was teeming with a surprising amount of activity for it being Christmas Eve. Ken moved closer, now spying a large gathering of people sitting on picnic blankets, all bundled up in coats and hats. Ahead of them, a large screen projected the classic film, It’s a Wonderful Life.

Though Ken was never into the Christmas cheer, as it were, he felt strangely drawn to watch a few minutes of the film from a distance. He soon began to regret that decision, as the movie had reached the point where George Baily had an arrest warrant out for him, lashing out at his family in anger. Watching him get drunk and punched in a bar fight, Ken began to feel sick with anger. Despite all his efforts to help better the world around him, the universe conspired against George Baily; just as it seemed to be conspiring against Ken. Unable to watch a moment more, he turned and walked into the nearby park.

Again alone with his thoughts, Ken sat on a bench near the fountain in the center of the park. He contemplated many things, as he often did in solitude. He thought about his piss poor excuse for a family, intent on changing him into what they say he should be. If only they could love him as he is. He thought about Jason Brown, a perpetual asshole that managed to get all the beautiful women his heart desired. If only the universe would serve up his just desserts, rather than conspiring against Ken. Sighing in frustration, he stuffed his freezing hands into his jeans pockets.

Jacqueline!

Feeling the scrap of paper still in his pocket, Ken suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in an otherwise dreary day. He needed something, anything to lift his spirits, and hearing her kind, sweet voice might just do it. Hell, he didn’t even care anymore if she was interested in him in a romantic sense; he just needed someone to listen and understand him. Digging out his phone, he dialed the number. After a single ring, a message began to play, seeming to be read by a game show host.

“Congratulations! You’ve reached Live 95.5 FM’s world-famous Loser Line! Live 95.5; featuring the best entertainment in Seattle! If you’ve reached this message, you have attempted to hit on a girl Way out of your league! That poor young lady wants nothing to do with you, but you just couldn’t help creeping on her! That’s where we come in! Now you know what a loser you really are! So leave the girl alone, loser! You’re doing everyone a favor! If you’d like to leave a message for the world-famous Loser Line, begin speaking at the tone!”

Beep!

Ken hung up the phone in quiet disbelief. How could he have been so wrong about Jacqueline? They had worked so well together in school, and he even considered her a friend! She always spoke so kindly to him, how could this have happened? Was she really as nasty and shallow as her dumbass brother? Was she really just that good of an actress? As he pondered all this, Ken’s rage finally exploded out of him.

“That two-faced bitch! Who the fuck does she think she is?! I trusted her! Hell, she would never have gotten a full scholarship without my help! All I ever did was Like her! And after all that, she doesn’t even have the decency to turn me down to my face?! What The Fucking Hell? At least her brother was honest about his disdain. She’s far worse! I can’t imagine how evil she’d be if a person actually offended her?”

Slumping back down onto the park bench, every thought that entered Ken’s mind brought him lower. Jason was an ass, but then again, he didn’t know how to act any different. Uncle Lee was a moron, but then again, he had no malicious intent. But Jacqueline; she was the last straw. He had trusted her, opened up to her, and she repaid him by committing the single most cruel and senseless act Ken could ever imagine. Everything was crashing down around him. As he continued to sulk, Jason’s words entered into his mind once more.

“I should just do everyone a favor and drop dead; is that what you want, Jacqueline? Seems like you agree with your brother, or you wouldn’t have given me that number.”

Ken reached into his pocket, withdrawing a folding knife. It had been a high school graduation present to him from his grandfather, before he passed a few months later. A far cry from the typical Swiss Army knife, he unfolded the shiny, four-inch blade, which stood in beautiful contrast to the wooden handle. Inscribed in the wood were Ken’s initials. He had not used it for anything yet, never had any need to. As he stared at his reflection in the blade, Ken kept replaying Jason’s cruel words in his mind, to do the world a favor and drop dead.

“Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.” Ken mumbled.

Just as he took a firm grip on the handle, preparing to take the knife to his throat, an unfamiliar voice came from off to the side.

“Hey!”

Gabrielle’s Christmas night.

Gabrielle Libertine relaxed in a lawn chair, savoring the crisp, cold air of Christmas Eve. This was her favorite time of the year, and being able to enjoy an outdoor showing of her favorite Christmas film, It’s a Wonderful Life, made it even better. It all fit in perfectly with her life philosophy: live for happiness. Not only her own, but as much as could be had for the world around her too.

“You want the moon? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.”

“Oh, Jimmy Stewart, you charmer you.” Gabby sighed.

Soon, her emotions welled up as the hopeless romantic that was George Bailey began to succumb to the pressures and injustices of life. He had blamed his own uncle for destroying their business, lashed out at his wife and children in anger, and gone crawling to his hated rival for a loan. The hardest scenes for her to watch were always the bar fight and the car crash. Still, she always stuck it out. The best was yet to come.

Just as George stood atop the bridge, Gabby caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. A young man of about nineteen or twenty was watching the movie from a distance away, leaning against a tree near the road. His face twisted in angst as he saw the pain on display in the film, and he soon spun around, walking into the nearby park. Gabby couldn’t explain why, but something compelled her to follow him and make sure he was okay.

Collecting her lawn chair, she walked along the perimeter of the green space, soon arriving at the entrance to the park. As she went, she began to hear angry shouting up ahead of her; it sounded like the young man was in distress. After a few minutes, she came upon the fountain situated in the center of the park. On a bench sat the man from earlier, appearing to be deep in thought. By the glow of the lamppost, Gabby could now get a good look at him. He appeared to be of average height, maybe 5’7”, and had shaggy black hair that seemed a bit unkempt. Still, it’s color shone in the light of the park, and his white skin provided for quite a striking appearance. A pair of black horn-rimmed glasses framed his face, which combined with his red MIT hoodie to project a very specific image into Gabby’s mind. He had to be incredibly intelligent.

As she studied him, she saw the young man pull an object out of the pocket of his jeans. Catching a glimpse of something reflective, she could now see that he was holding a small folding knife. Gabby tensed up and wondered if she should run, but soon decided against it; he didn’t seem to have even noticed her presence. In fact, the way he looked at the knife was quite unsettling. It was as if he saw that little blade as his best friend in the world. She knew the look in his eyes. She knew what would happen in a moment if she did nothing. Taking a deep breath, Gabby decided to act.

“Hey.”

Intervention.

Ken was startled by the unfamiliar voice. Looking up, he now saw a woman in her early twenties standing across the way. She gazed at him with intent, but for what reason he did not know. Looking back at her, Ken’s typical awkwardness began to kick in, as he could see that she was quite beautiful. Dressed warmly in a black winter coat and blue jeans, she wore a grey knit cap over her long blonde hair. Upon first glance, she appeared to be of some sort of Scandinavian descent, or perhaps German, though Ken couldn’t be sure. His mouth went dry as he tried to find the words to speak.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Uh; fine. Why do you, um; why do you ask?”

Smiling, she replied, “I saw you over on the green, watching the movie. By the look on your face, you were having a tough time with it. When I saw you walk off towards the park, I felt I should come and see if anything was wrong.”

“No, nothing’s wrong.”

“Good. Then I shouldn’t be concerned about the way you’re looking at that knife of yours, right?”

Shaking his head, Ken answered, “I’m not going to hurt you. Promise.”

“That’s not what I’m concerned about.”

“Wha; what do you mean?” Ken asked, his eyes growing wide.

“I’ve seen that look before,” she said, taking a couple of steps closer. “I am, sadly, all too familiar with it. You were about to hurt yourself, weren’t you?”

“You don’t know a thing about me, lady,” Ken muttered, preparing to leave.

“I don’t have to know anything about you to be concerned,” she fired back.

“Concerned,” Ken snorted. “How could you be concerned about me? You don’t even know me!”

“Easily rectified. Gabrielle Libertine. My friends call me Gabby,” she said, sticking out her hand with a warm smile. When he didn’t respond, she smirked and continued, “This is the part where you tell me your name.”

Sighing, he replied, “Ken. Ken Dix.”

“A pleasure, Ken,” she said as they shook hands.

“So; Gabrielle, eh? You supposed to be my Clarence or something?”

With a playful gasp, she responded, “Oh my God! Does that mean you’re Jimmy Stewart?! I’ve had the biggest crush on you for Years!”

Ken gave a nervous laugh. “Alright, alright, I walked into that one. But in all seriousness.”

“No, I’m not a Guardian Angel or the Word of God or anything like that. Just an average person like you.” Motioning to the bench, she asked, “May I?”

“Sure, I guess,” Ken answered, scooting to the edge.

“Thanks.” Taking a seat, she continued, “So tell me this, Ken: why would you want to hurt, maybe kill yourself?”

His face twisted in pain. “You don’t want to know.”

“I do. Believe me, I do.”

Sighing with reluctance, Ken relented and began to tell Gabby of the events of the day. He started with Jacqueline and Jason, then the confrontation with his uncle, and finally the fake phone number showing Jacqueline’s true colors. Through it all, Gabby sat in silence, maintaining eye contact and nodding whenever appropriate. At last, he finished his story, and Gabby could feel her heart breaking within her chest.

“Ken; I’m so sorry. I can feel the pain in your voice. No one deserves what you’ve gone through today. I know it’s of little help, but I do understand what you’re going through.”

“Understand?” Ken said, incredulous. “How could a girl like you understand any of this? I mean, look at you. You’re gorgeous, and I bet you’ve always been popular. Just like Jacqueline. Just like Jason. Just like Uncle Lee. None of you could ever imagine the world I live in.”

With a stern look on her face, she replied, “I’m going to choose to let that slide, considering everything you’ve told me. Still, you need to know that what you just said was quite hurtful. Almost as hurtful as the things that have been said to you today.”

Ken recoiled. He knew she was right. “I’m; I’m sorry. You’re right; I should never have said that. You’ve been nothing but nice to me tonight.”

“Apology accepted,” Gabby said with a smile. “Humility is a rare trait in men these days. Hang on to that.”

Ken thought she might be mocking him, but bit his tongue nonetheless. He had already insulted her once, and he wasn’t going to chance a second time.

Seeking to turn the conversation to happier topics, she asked, “M I T, huh? You’re an awful long way from home, aren’t you?”

“Huh? Oh, the hoodie. Yeah, I’m a freshman there this year, just home on break right now.”

“Nice. Major?”

“Health sciences. I want to go to medical school after MIT, though I’m still figuring out a specialty.”

“Plenty of time to decide that. I’m sure you’ll find the right career path,” she said with a grin.

As nice as it was to talk about a familiar topic, a few things still bugged Ken’s mind to no end. “I still can’t figure it out; why would Jacqueline do this?”

Frowning, Gabby replied, “Some people are cruel. Often the ones that are the cruelest disguise it with a kind, warm public demeanor. Jacqueline sounds like she fits that mold to a T.”

“And she hid it all that time while we were in school?”

“You were useful at the time, in her mind. She wasn’t going to chance losing that. Once she got what she needed, she had no more reason to hide her true feelings.”

“Yeah, but still. Why be all friendly to me in the store?”

“In her twisted mind, she probably felt she was doing you a favor. She wanted to ensure you never tried to contact her again. To a cruel person like her; that’s her idea of doing you a kindness,” Gabby replied sadly. “We just have to hope that there’s enough real kindness in this world to counteract such cruelty.”

Now noticing a silver cross hanging from her neck, Ken pointed to it and asked, “I guess this the part where you start lecturing me about suicide? That I’m being selfish and trying to go against God’s plan?”

“No,” she replied with simplicity.

“No?”

“No. Ken, I meant it when I said that I’ve seen that look before. I know better than most that suicidal thoughts are rarely that simple. There’s no switch that can turn them off. It’s a tide that must be turned back, bit by bit.”

Stunned, Ken started to see that this woman understood what was important in life. Realizing he still had the knife in his hand, he folded it closed and put it back in his pocket.

“Bit by bit,” she said with a smile. “My car’s around the corner. Is there somewhere I can take you? Where do you live?”

“I’m not going home. Not yet,” Ken replied. “Not with my uncles still there.”

“No problem. I’m not going to force you.” Thinking a moment, she continued, “It’s pretty cold out here. Why don’t you come back to my place for a bit?”

“That’s; unnecessary. I’m fine on my own.”

“Nice try, but no cigar,” she said. “I’m not leaving you alone with that knife, mister. And I’m certainly not leaving you alone on Christmas Eve. Nobody should be alone for the holidays.”

“Thanks, but; won’t your husband mind?”

“He would, if I were married.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Nope, just my townhouse and me. Pretty cozy, all things considered. No problems with you coming over, but I do have one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

Smirking, Gabby replied, “You call your mom right now and tell her you’re okay.”

Hesitating a moment, Ken soon relented. “Fine.” Tapping his phone, Ken waited as it rang. “Hey Mom, it’s me; Yeah, I’m okay; No, seriously. I’m fine; Yeah I’m just hanging with a friend. I probably won’t be back ‘til tomorrow; I will; Love you too; Bye.”

“See? Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Gabby teased him.

Eying her, Ken asked. “You’re seriously okay with bringing me to your home?”

“Positive.”

Taking his hand, Gabby led him to her car.

Gabby’s guest.

The drive had been silent for the most part. Ken was still trying to comprehend everything that was happening. Who was this woman? Why would she go to such great lengths for a stranger she didn’t even know? Gabby seemed to pick up on this, refraining from prodding him for any further conversation. She could tell he was still processing the events of the day. Soon, they arrived at her townhouse complex and pulled into her garage.

“Come on in, make yourself at home,” she said as she turned on the lights. “Can I offer you something to drink? Coffee? Hot chocolate?”

“Hot chocolate sounds good, thanks.”

“Coming right up!”

As she hung her hat and jacket up on a rack, Ken couldn’t help but stare. He now saw that she wasn’t just a pretty face; her entire body was sublime. She wore a tight burgundy sweater and a pair of tight, form-fitting jeans. This ensemble only served to accent her body even further. Her hourglass figure was delectable, her slim waist contrasting with her curvy hips and ample bust. She was also just as tall as him, perhaps a bit taller, with legs for miles. Though Ken had fantasized about some of his classmates, none of them could come anywhere close to Gabby. She was a woman, not a girl, and in the prime of her life no less.

“Here you go,” she said, handing Ken a mug.

After blowing on the hot drink, he took a sip, feeling the warm liquid spreading through his body. “Thanks,” he sighed.

“No problem,” she replied with a smile. “Come on, let’s go relax in the den.”

She led him into an intimate area with a sofa and a loveseat. The only illumination came from the twinkling multicolored lights on her Christmas tree in the corner. As Ken took in the relaxing surroundings, smelling the delicious scent of her Frazier fir tree, Gabby stepped over to the fireplace opposite the sofa. Flipping a switch, she soon had a comfortable fire roaring from the gas logs. She then sat on the sofa, placing her mug on the side table and patting the spot next to her.

“Come sit. I promise I don’t bite,” she said with a playful grin.

“Um, okay.” he mumbled, scooting as close to the armrest as he could to give Gabby plenty of space.

“Tell me about M I T,” she inquired. “You mentioned you want to go into health sciences. Does that include medical school?”

“Uh, yeah with any luck. Harvard would be my top choice, but I don’t know if I could afford it. But assuming so, my dream has always been to be a brain surgeon.”

“Brain surgeon?! That’s so cool! They’re like; the most badass of all the badass doctors! Not just surgeons, brain surgeons!” Gabby gushed.

“It’s, uh, not that big a deal,” Ken replied as he blushed with embarrassment.

“Well, I could totally see you as a brain surgeon. Don’t ever give up on it.”

“Thanks.”

“So, what then for you, Dr. Dix? What happens once you reach your dream?”

Ken began to feel a strange amount of comfort with this woman, and started to open up to her. “Honestly; I don’t know. I mean even if I become a brain surgeon, I’m still hopeless around girls. Maybe Jason’s right. I’m gonna die a virgin.” Realizing what he had confessed to her, he turned to Gabby and blurted out, “Not that it’s your problem, or anything. S-sorry, I just; I shouldn’t have gone that far.”

Gabby just smiled and moved closer to him, brushing her hand against his arm.

“Don’t worry about it. You have goals, both personal and professional, but aren’t sure exactly how to achieve them. So you’re a virgin. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about, and it’s healthy to express your anxiety about it. That can help you overcome your fears. In all seriousness, I think you underestimate yourself, Ken.”

“Underestimate myself?”

“Of course,” Gabby replied. “You’re smart, considerate, polite, you even held the car door for me earlier! Any girl you’d want to be with is gonna swoon at traits like that. I can also tell that you still think of yourself as unattractive, but I disagree. You wear glasses, yes, but that doesn’t make you a dork. Your hair is a little shaggy, but not greasy or anything. You may not have a tan, but your skin complexion is damn near flawless. You have nothing to be ashamed of, be it your looks or your personality.”

“You’re about the only woman who thinks so,” he sighed.

“Doubtful, but if it’s that big a worry for you, I can give you a couple of pointers, if you like.”

“Um, oh, okay I guess.”

“Great! Okay, so you definitely give off the ‘geek’ vibe, but that’s not a bad thing. Don’t fight it; own it.”

“How?”

“Well, you can make just some slight alterations to your outward appearance that can change the way others see you. For example, you could switch to wire-framed glasses instead of your horn-rimmed ones. Your hair is a great color, and would do well in a short, clean-cut style, if I do say so myself. You can also change out your usual t-shirts for some casual polo shirts.”

“So; the secret to getting women to notice me is to change who I am?” Ken asked, feeling more than a little offended.

Cocking her eyebrow, Gabby replied, “Are you saying your glasses, hair length, and shirt choices define who you are?”

“Oh, uh; fair point,” Ken conceded.

“See? Humility. Such a rare quality these days,” Gabby said with a grin. “To be honest, all the changes I suggested are things my brother did a couple of years back. He was a complete geek, maybe even bigger than you. The poor boy was helpless around the fairer sex. But after he made these changes, he no longer came off as the socially awkward geek. He came off as a self-assured, confident geek, one who loves himself for who he is. I see that potential in you, Ken.” Grabbing her iPad from the side table, she pulled up a couple of pictures for him. “See? Here’s before. And here’s after.”

“Woah,” Ken marveled. He could see the drastic difference. The guy hadn’t done anything to make himself stronger or bulkier, nothing to increase his manliness, but the things he did change just popped in all the right ways. Was it really that simple?

“That’s great and all, but can new clothes and a haircut get rid of social awkwardness? I still don’t have even a shred of confidence around women,” Ken said.

“They can help, but a change in your mental confidence is completely based on your willpower. You have to love yourself as much as you want others to love you. If you don’t, everyone else will pick up on it.”

“Knew there was a catch.”

Gabby bit her lip in frustration. There had to be a way she could give him the confidence boost he needed to love himself, but how? Getting one somewhat crazy idea, she moved closer to Ken.

“I’m guessing from your previous statements that; you’ve never kissed a girl before. Is that right Ken?”

Poor Ken Dix didn’t even know what had hit him. Here he was, sitting with the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and the unthinkable was beginning to happen. She was moving closer, running her fingers through his hair, and now wanted to know if he’d ever been kissed! This was too much, way beyond any of his hottest dreams. Unable to find the words to respond, he managed to slowly nod his head.

“Close your eyes,” she instructed in her sweet voice. When he only blinked in reply, she whispered, “Close; your eyes, Ken. Trust me.”

Guided by an unseen force, Ken felt compelled to obey her. His eyes finally fluttered closed, and his breathing became more labored in anticipation of what was to come. A small part of him doubted that she was being truthful, thinking that she’d fake him out just like Jacqueline had. Those doubts were soon quashed, as he felt the warm sensation of Gabby’s face leaning close to his. He could feel her breathing. He could smell her perfume. If there was a God, Ken prayed, then and there; that He could make this incredible moment last forever.

After what felt like eons, Gabby finally released their building tension and touched her lips to Ken’s. Her kiss was soft at first, allowing him to savor the new sensations he was feeling. Ken was so terrified and excited all at once that he could barely even move his lips in reply. Not that it mattered to Gabby. She had expected his fear, and made sure to keep her technique simple yet enjoyable. After around thirty seconds, she withdrew at last, her face aglow in the Christmas tree light.

“Wow,” Ken managed to mutter as he opened his eyes. He soon noticed that he couldn’t see Gabby at all; his glasses had fogged up from their kiss.

“Here, let’s just take these off,” Gabby said with a giggle. She slipped his glasses off and laid them on her side table. “Now then, since we’ve gotten your first kiss out of the way, ready to really dive in?”

“Dive in to what?” Ken asked, his nerves beginning to fray.

“Kissing, silly! You do know there’s much more to it than what we just did, right?”

“More?”

“Of course! Look, one day you’ll get the prime opportunity to kiss a special lady, and I want you to be ready when that chance comes.”

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The

entire walk home, Ashley was smiling like a little girl on Christmas

morning, holding Michael’s arm and walking as close to him as she could.

Michael, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. Antonio’s advice for

him to be his normal dorky self had worked, but had it worked too well?

Questions began to race through his mind. What if she invited him in?

What if she invited him to bed with her? How would she react when he

told her of his lack of experience? If she did want to sleep with him,

he didn’t dare try to hide the fact that he was a virgin; no way would

that end well. Sighing mentally, he decided he’d just have to play it by

ear and hope for the best.

“I… had such a great time with you,” Michael said as they approached her door.

“Me too,” Ashley agreed. “And… well, it’s still kinda early.”

“Uh… y-yeah?”

Throwing

caution to the wind, Ashley leaned forward and planted a long and

sensuous kiss on Michael’s lips. By the end of it, her tongue had found

his for the first time, to both of their delights.

“Why don’t you come in and stay a while?” she asked as they parted.

“But… wouldn’t Liz mind?”

“Liz

already told me she’ll be gone ‘til tomorrow. We have the place to

ourselves.” Sensing his hesitation, she continued, “Michael, believe me

when I say that I swore at the start of the night this wouldn’t happen.

No matter how well tonight went… I had no intention of inviting you in

after one date. Yet, here we are, and I don’t want the night to end. No

pressure, no expectations, I just… I want to spend more time with you. I

mean, it is Valentine’s Day, after all, and I do consider you my Valentine.”

“Now who’s the cheesy one?” Michael laughed. “I’d love to spend more time with you tonight, but only if you’re sure.”

Another peck on the lips, and Ashley said, “Positive.”

Taking

Michael’s hand, Ashley practically dragged him into the apartment and

locked the deadbolt behind her. She then took Michael’s suit jacket from

him, hanging it on the back of a chair at the breakfast nook. Before

long, she had kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the sofa.

“Come on,” Ashley beckoned, patting the seat next to her. “I don’t bite.”

Michael

smirked at this, discarding his own shoes and loosening his tie a bit.

As soon as his ass touched the sofa cushion, Ashley was already hanging

on him, running her fingers through his hair and moving her hand to his

thigh. Still, he tried to play it cool and have no assumptions about her

intentions.

“Did… you wanna watch a movie or something?” Michael asked.

Smiling, Ashley gave a few playful kisses to Michael’s cheek before replying, “Is that really what you want us to do tonight?”

“I… I-I um…”

Michael

was slowly losing control of his mental capabilities, and Ashley damn

well knew it. After he had driven her crazy on the dance floor, seducing

her without even realizing it, she was determined to do the same.

Turning up the heat, she leaned closer to Michael and kissed his lips

longingly. He was powerless to stop her as she pushed him to lie back

long ways on the sofa. The feeling of her lithe body on top of his was

almost too much to bear.

“Ashley…” he moaned.

Looking

deep into his eyes, she said, “Michael, I can’t tell you how into you I

am. I know this sounds insane, and I don’t want you to think I’m slutty

or anything, but… I want you to stay the night. Unless you absolutely

don’t want to, I have no intention of letting you leave until tomorrow.”

Michael’s face twisted a bit at this. “Of course I want to be here with you! But why would you think I’d think you’re slutty?”

Snorting a bit, Ashley replied, “Come on, Michael. Here I am, throwing myself at you after one date. How is that not slutty?”

Maintaining eye contact, he asked, “Do you respect yourself and your standards?”

“Of course! I would never even consider inviting a guy in or certainly sleeping with him under normal circumstances.”

“And what makes you consider doing that?”

“Basically…

he has to be boyfriend material. I mean… look, I’m gonna be honest with

you, Michael. I’ve been pretty stupid around men in the past, sleeping

with them while knowing they aren’t even close to being boyfriend

material. I guess I thought I could change them. Like I said, I was

stupid back then. But now, I know I have to fall for a guy because of

who and what he is before I’d even think of sleeping with him. I don’t

just hop into bed with any guy I meet, not anymore.”

Michael grinned. “Sounds like the opposite of slutty to me.”

Kissing him once more, Ashley replied, “You sure know how to pay a girl a compliment. You sure you’re not the one seducing me?”

“Hey, you’re the one who called me ‘boyfriend material’ a moment ago.”

“I certainly did not call you boyfriend

material!” Ashley said, feigning offense. “I merely stated that any man

I’d consider sleeping with had to fall into that category. Nothing

more.”

“Gotcha. So I’m not boyfriend material,” Michael replied with a smartass grin.

“You know damn well you are,” Ashley sighed, running her fingers along his cheek. “Most genuine guy I’ve ever met.”

“After one date?” Michael asked, still a bit in awe of the situation.

“Michael,

you weren’t afraid to be yourself out there, even with the real you

being a big dork. To me, there’s nothing more attractive than that sort

of confidence. It makes me want to make you my big dork, and

nobody else’s.” Kissing him again, Ashley began to grind her hips along

his obvious erection. “Hmm, something’s got you going down there, eh?”

Panicking

a moment at how quickly things were progressing, Michael managed to

pull back. “Ashley, wait. There’s… there’s something you deserve to know

before we go any further.”

“Aw, is this your first time?” she

asked playfully. Though she had been teasing, the look of terror spread

across his face told her the truth. “Oh my god… this really is your first time, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, bracing for the worst.

“That’s… fantastic!”

“Wait, what?”

“Michael,

you have no idea how nerve-wracking it is for us gals, trying to figure

out if a guy is for real or not. So many guys are out to use any trick

in the book to get into our panties. But the one trick those guys don’t

use is the virgin trick; no guy I’ve ever met would lie about being a

virgin. There’s plenty that would lie about not being a virgin,

but never the other way around. Hearing you say that… it’s comforting,

in a way. I know you’d never try to trick me or anything like that, if

that makes any sense.”

“So… you’re not gonna kick me out?” Michael asked.

“Hell

no.” Remembering his religious upbringing, Ashley continued, “Listen, I

don’t ever want to pressure you into something that you aren’t

comfortable with or that you’d feel wrong about. If you need to leave,

I’m cool with that; I’d still want to see you again. If all you want to

do is sleep, that’s perfectly fine, too. But if you’re interested in

turning in your V-card… I’m more than willing.”

Michael’s mouth

dried up at this. He didn’t necessarily share his parents’ views that

sex should only occur within a marriage. Still, he had always known he

only wanted to lose his virginity to someone special, someone that he

could trust implicitly. Was Ashley that person? A small part of him was

still terrified that this might be a setup, but the look in Ashley’s

eyes was slowly eroding that fear. He wanted to trust her, no matter how

much the logical side of his brain told him not to. Taking a deep

breath, Michael Goldman decided to take a leap of faith.

“I want to.”

Without

a word, Ashley stood from the sofa and pulled Michael to his feet,

leading him to her bedroom. A pair of blue lava lamps in either corner

emitted a soft glow, and the décor reflected Ashley’s true gamer girl

personality. A pair of plush toys, Pikachu and Yoshi, stood guard atop

her bed, her computer screensaver depicted Princess Peach and Princess

Daisy, and her TV in the corner had both a Super Nintendo and a N64

plugged into it.

“Retro. Very nice,” Michael remarked, nodding his approval.

“Sometimes,

the old ways are best,” Ashley agreed with a smirk. Melting into his

arms once more, she turned her back and held her hair aside, beckoning,

“Unzip me, please.”

Michael’s hands trembled as he lowered the

zipper down to the small of her back. The mere sight of her exposed skin

was enough to bring him dangerously close to blowing his top right then

and there, but a few deep breaths managed to calm him down. He fumbled

for several seconds with the clasp at the top of the dress, but Ashley

showed no signs of impatience; they had all the time they needed, after

all. At last, he managed to unhook the clasp, and Ashley allowed the red

dress to slide off her body and down to the floor. She turned, now clad

only in a white strapless bra and matching panties.

“I’ll teach you more about how to get one of these off another time,” Ashley cooed. “But for now…”

In

one swift motion, she reached behind her back with one hand and undid

her bra clasp. She was still pressed against Michael’s chest, holding

the garment in place for the time being, much to his disappointment.

Ashley only grinned as she backed up out of his arms, holding the bra in

place with her hands for a few moments longer.

“Oh, come on…” Michael whimpered.

“Poor boy,” Ashley teased. “Remember, anticipation is a huge part of foreplay.”

“Anticipation or torture?”

“Amazing how often those two coincide,” Ashley shot back with a giggle.

Deciding

Michael had waited long enough, Ashley lowered her arm and allowed the

bra to fall to the floor. Michael stared in awe at her perky tits, high

and firm on her chest. He certainly wasn’t an expert, but they appeared

to be about a B-cup, and her nipples were already rock hard, beckoning

him to touch them. The rest of her body was just as amazing. Her milky

skin contained not a single speck or blemish, save for the tattoo on her

shoulder, and that only served to accentuate her beauty. He moved

forward, reaching for her tits, but Ashley slapped his hands away.

“Nuh uh,” she said, shaking her finger at him. “You don’t get to touch until I see some of what you’ve got.”

Ashley

reached for Michael’s clothes to try and speed the process along, but

was soon stumped by his tie. Michael found this quite amusing,

considering the difficulty men notoriously had with bras. He undid the

knot and tossed the tie on the floor, beginning to unbutton his white

dress shirt. At this point, Ashley just stood back and watched, as

Michael had done with her. After he removed his dress shirt and

undershirt, Ashley’s eyes widened with lust and desire. As much as she

wanted to jump his bones then and there, she managed to restrain

herself. It was only fair, after her previous denial of his touch.

Michael was clearly nervous as he undid his belt and lowered his suit

pants. His boxers were tented from his erection and already stained with

a bit of his precum, which Ashley took as a massive compliment.

“Very nice,” she whispered in a husky voice.

“Thanks,” Michael replied with a nervous grin.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she continued, “Time for the big reveal, then?”

With

a seductive grin on her face, Ashley began to lower the garment down

her legs, her tits jiggling as she bent over to kick them off. Michael

was frozen in place with sheer amazement at the sight before him. Here

he was, in the presence of the most gorgeous girl he had ever imagined,

naked as the day she was born. Her shaved cunt looked so warm and

inviting; how he ached to feel her wrapped around him. After allowing

him a moment to stare, she sauntered up to him and slipped her fingers

into his boxers.

“May I?” Ashley asked.

All Michael could

do was nod at that point, and Ashley planted her lips on his as she

allowed his boxers to fall to the floor. She smiled as she took his

member in her hand, feeling that he was indeed packing substantial

weaponry. Ashley soon remembered that this was Michael’s first time; it

would be all he could manage not to go off too soon. She stopped her

teasing for the moment and turned to her double bed. After slipping

underneath the covers, she patted the spot next to her, which Michael

readily occupied.

They spent the next several minutes kissing and

exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths. Michael was

pleased to discover that Ashley’s tits were indeed quite firm, fitting

perfectly in his hands. As wonderful as feeling them was, he enjoyed

tasting them even more, and especially the reactions this brought about

from Ashley. All the while, she allowed her own hands to explore

Michael’s body. She found a particularly strong erogenous zone at the

back of his neck where his hairline began. Soon, neither could stand it

any longer; they had to make love.

“Michael,” Ashley whispered,

“I can see in your eyes that you’re worried about performance. Don’t be.

You’ve already made this night more special than I ever imagined it

could be. Just enjoy for as long as it may last.”

“But-”

“Trust me,” she continued, silencing him with a kiss. “This is only the first of many times we’re going to do this.”

As Ashley pushed him onto his back and straddled him, Michael had the presence of mind to ask, “Do we need any… protection?”

Ashley

stopped at this, stunned by his kind consideration. “Michael, you

really are the best kind of guy around. You don’t have to worry about me

getting pregnant; I’m on the pill. I’m also clean per my last doctor’s

visit, but if you’d feel more comfortable with a condom, I’m happy to

oblige. I keep a few spares in my nightstand.”

Though the logical

part of his brain told him to agree to it, Michael couldn’t help but

put his faith in this girl. “No, that’s all right. I trust you’re being

honest. Just wanted to be sure.”

Ashley sealed her lips around

Michael’s once more, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance as

she did so. After a moment of silent understanding, he placed his hands

on her hips and guided himself into her moist cunt. The feelings were

exquisite, like liquid velvet squeezing his member. She made sure to

keep a slow pace, allowing Michael to savor every new sensation that

came along. After arriving at the base of his cock, Ashley sat straight

up, displaying her pert tits for her lover.

“Holy shit, Ashley…” Michael moaned.

“You’re mine, now,” she giggled. “And I don’t plan on letting go of you anytime soon…”

“No complaints from me,” he admitted with a grin.

For

the next five minutes, Ashley treated Michael to the ride of his life,

teasing and tormenting his engorged cock with every inch of her cunt.

She was pleasantly surprised to see that he was able to last so long on

his first time, long enough even for her to reach a small orgasm of her

own. All the while, Michael couldn’t help but cup her perfect tits in

his hands. As he drew close to climax, Michael pulled Ashley down to lie

face-to-face with him and planted a sensuous kiss on her lips. The

sensation of her fingers on his cheeks and running through his hair were

too much at that point, and he sent his seed into her waiting cunt with

a guttural moan of ecstasy.

“Mmm… I love that feeling,” Ashley purred, savoring Michael’s cock twitching within her folds.

Spent

and content, Michael couldn’t even utter a word in reply, so Ashley

slipped off his cock and rolled next to him, laying her head on his

chest. After a few seconds of blissful quiet, the blood began to flow

back to Michael’s brain, allowing him to think more rationally.

“Ashley… this is so crazy…”

“Yeah, but crazy good, right?” she grinned.

“Oh, of course! It’s just… we barely even know each other, but you’re already looking at me like you’re in… well… the ‘L’ word.”

Nodding,

Ashley began to explain, “I guess in matters of the ‘L’ word, I’ve

always tried to follow my gut instinct. It’s never steered me wrong in

other areas. But, I’ve never had the best luck with men, thinking I

could change them and whatnot.”

“Sounds like you ignored your gut in those cases,” Michael observed.

“Yeah,

I think you’re right. But tonight, with everything that’s happened, I

keep looking for a chink in your armor, for some sign that sends my gut

into high alert mode, but I found nothing. Everything about you… my gut

says to hang onto you and never let go. God, I hope I’m not scaring you

off with this…”

“Not at all,” Michael grinned, kissing her on her forehead. “Still, there’s a lot we don’t know about each other, isn’t there?”

“Yeah, but that’s easily remedied. Favorite movie?”

“Huh? Oh, Star Wars: A New Hope,” Michael replied, realizing she was trying to get to know him better.

“Figures,” she teased. “Mine is The Princess Bride.”

“Never pegged you for a chick flick kind of girl,” he teased right back.

“Hey, it’s my one and only chick flick that I like! Every other one I’ve seen can go to hell!” she laughed.

“Fair enough. Um… favorite color?”

“Violet.”

“Nice. Blue for me, so original.”

“Nothing wrong with a classic,” Ashley replied. “Favorite band?”

“The Blues Brothers.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yeah,

people forget how many great musicians Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi

found for their group. I’m guessing yours is My Chemical Romance?”

Michael asked.

“Nope. They may have my favorite song, but my favorite band is Boyz 2 Men. I could listen to them forever…”

“No way I can argue with that,” Michael agreed.

Thinking a moment, Ashley asked, “Biggest pet peeve behind the wheel?”

“People who talk on their phones while driving all the time.”

“Uh! I know what you mean! Mine is people who don’t use their turn signals while driving.”

“Preach it,” Michael sighed. Deciding to get a bit more personal, he asked, “Biggest turn off?”

“Dishonesty, both in telling lies and just not being yourself,” Ashley said without hesitation. “You?”

“I’d say… an inability to communicate.”

“Ooh, a deep answer. How so?”

Thinking

a moment, Michael replied, “Well, you hear all the time about guys who

screw a relationship up by saying something stupid, yet the entire

situation could have been avoided if the couple had only communicated

their expectations. But when they don’t, both are left making

assumptions, which only leads to trouble.”

“Look at you! Teaching me right away how to be the kind of girlfriend you need!” Ashley marveled, kissing him on the cheek.

“Thanks,” Michael blushed.

“Well, well. Looks like someone is raring’ to go again,” Ashley giggled, seeing his cock hardening once again.

“It’s… kinda tough not to be hard when you’re around,” he admitted.

“No complaints from me,” she retorted before straddling him.

“Holy fuck…” Michael groaned as Ashley engulfed him once more.

Riding him at a steady pace, she decided to continue their little game. “Biggest turn on?”

“Huh?”

“Tell

me your biggest turn on. Come on, I’m not going faster if you don’t

play along,” Ashley giggled, sticking her tongue out at him.

Though he struggled to think in such a highly aroused state, Michael managed to eke out, “Other than your tits?”

Ashley laughed at this. “Yes, other than my tits. Boys,” she snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Then, I’d say… confidence. Uh… you?”

“The same,” Ashley whispered, leaning her face close to his again. “Your turn. Ask me.”

“Umm… biggest fear?”

Biting her lower lip, she replied, “Being trapped in a toxic relationship. You?”

“Until tonight, dying a virgin,” he grinned.

“Well, nuts to that! What else you got?”

She slowed her pace a bit, allowing Michael to think. “Failing to leave a better life behind for my kids,” he finally said.

Ashley’s eyes lit up at this. “You want kids?”

“I do, someday, with the right girl, of course.” Realizing he may have hit a sore spot, he asked, “W-What about you?”

Ashley sank down all the way on his cock before replying, “With the right guy, I’d have as many as we could support.”

Michael couldn’t help but smile at that prospect; he’d long considered himself a family-oriented guy.

“Hey, pay attention. Your turn,” Ashley said, playfully slapping him.

“Oh, let’s see… ideal weekend?

“Honestly… just hanging at home with a fantastic guy, making love at every chance, shutting the rest of the world out…”

“I was beginning to think I was the only introvert in the world! Where have you been all my life?!” Michael sighed.

“So, I take it you’d like that kind of weekend, too?”

“No doubt.”

“Political affiliation?” she asked with a smirk.

“I guess I’m… fiscally conservative. I am Jewish, after all,” he said with a laugh.

“Hah! Yeah, your people have a reputation with money, don’t you?”

“And you?”

“Me? I’m pretty liberal… some would call me a social justice warrior. Is… that gonna be a problem?”

“Not

at all,” Michael replied, thrusting deep into her cunt again. “You meet

a lot of people with a wide range of political stances in Jewish

communities. Some are more conservative, especially on social issues,

but others are about as liberal as you can get. All I care about is

having a mutual respect and a willingness to defend why you believe what

you believe.”

Ashley was completely taken aback that the

possibility of political disagreements in their relationship didn’t

scare him one bit. It dawned on her that they were just that:

disagreements. All Michael wanted was the understanding between their

differences, not blind agreement. In the current political climate,

Ashley had thought such levelheaded people were extinct. Unable to hold

back any further, she leaned down and kissed him long and hard,

hammering his cock with her cunt all the while.

“You’re amazing,” Ashley breathed as they parted.

“You say that enough, I’m gonna start to believe it,” he shot back with a grin.

“Believe

it,” she replied with all seriousness. “I’ve never met a guy like you.

Everything we talk about, we’re on the same page. I know what that

means, but I should be more terrified of it…”

“What do you mean?”

“I… I’m falling for you, Michael. Hard. I should be scared that I’m gonna get hurt from that, but-”

Silencing

her with a kiss, he answered, “I will never hurt you. Ever. You’ve

given me so much already, and I’d be an ungrateful fool to hurt a girl

like you. And… if you’re trying to say that you’re falling in… ‘L’ word…

with me… I feel the same.”

At that, they didn’t need to say

anything more. Their mutual orgasms were already near bursting, so

giving in to their emotions was an easy next step. As they climaxed,

both felt an incredible wave wash over them, one that seemed to indicate

they would be bonded forever. Now exhausted from the evening’s

activities, Ashley rolled off Michael once more and pulled her pillow

closer to his.

“So… what now, Boyfriend?” she asked with a grin.

Michael chuckled. “Now, I have to figure how I’m telling Mom and Dad I’m dating a Gentile girl.”

A look of worry spread across Ashley’s face. “You think they won’t approve?”

He

shrugged. “Dad ought to be just fine with it. Mom may huff a little

bit, but they’ll know how serious we are when I refuse to back down. I

definitely won’t let her put any pressure on you about converting;

that’s your decision alone. Don’t worry. We’re a team, now.”

Smiling,

Ashley clapped her hands twice, switching off the lava lamps and

darkening the bedroom. Before drifting off to sleep, she leaned over for

one last kiss with her new man.

“I love you, Michael.”

“I love you, too, Ashley.”

The

following week was a whirlwind of happiness for the new couple. Though

both still had school and work obligations, they spent every bit of

spare time they could muster together. Whether at Michael’s apartment or

Ashley’s, they made love every night, learning more about each other

all the while. Ashley had promised to teach Michael a few things, and

did he ever learn. Even after only a week, she had expanded his foreplay

skills, introduced him to oral sex, and even shown him her favorite

vibrator. By the time Friday rolled around, they were as attached as a

college couple could possibly be.

The fact they arrived together

at the next meeting of the A U Pokémon League caused a bit of a stir,

and that they were laughing and holding hands was an even bigger

surprise. None of the other members had seen Ashley so much as chat with

anyone else, let alone date them. As the pair walked in to the

GameStop, an uncomfortable silence descended upon the room. After a

moment, Eric stood with a stern expression on his face.

“Michael,

good to have you back.” Turning to Ashley, he continued, “Now, as for

you. There’s a new rule around here that you’ll need to follow.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Ashley sighed.

Without

a word, Eric pointed to the poster behind him with the rules listed. It

all looked as it had last week, but an additional rule had been added

at the bottom of the poster.

Girls only rule: Tits, or G T F O (get the fuck out).

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Michael growled.

“Simple.

If she wants to stay a member of the League, she has to show us her

tits. Otherwise, she can get the fuck out,” Eric smirked.

“You

can’t do that!” Ashley spat. “This is still an Auburn University club!

The Dean of Student Affairs will shut you down for this!”

“Only

if someone tells on us. And I know you don’t want to be known as the

spiteful bitch that ended the one and only club for all these poor

lonely nerds you see here,” Eric shot back.

Realizing that

tattling would play right into his hand, Ashley said, “Fine. Then I

challenge you for leadership of the League, as per rule 5.”

“Of

course, of course. But in order to challenge me, you first have to be a

law-abiding member of the League. You wanna do this? Let’s see those

titties.”

“You’re disgusting,” Ashley seethed.

“Hey, Sophia’s already done it, and she’s no worse for the wear. What’s your problem, bitch?” Eric taunted.

Having

had enough, Ashley was about to lift her shirt and flash him just for

the satisfaction of taking Eric’s leadership, but a hand stopped her

before she could.

“No. I challenge you for leadership,” Michael said.

Eric seemed surprised at this. “You? Why? You’ve got no skin in this, dude.”

“She’s my girlfriend. You bet your ass I’ve got skin in this. I challenge you for leadership, Eric.”

“Go home,” he snorted.

“Who

keeps the official rulebook?” Michael asked the rest of the members.

After several seconds of tense silence, one member reached into his

backpack and handed a pamphlet to Michael. Turning to a page near the

back, he read aloud, “The President of the League may not refuse a

challenge to his leadership from any member in good standing with the

League, but as the challenged, he may determine the terms of the match.”

“Sounds pretty clear to me,” Ashley smirked.

Eric’s face twisted in rage at this. At last he replied, “Fine. One six on six single battle… AG rules.”

There

was an audible gasp among the rest of the members. AG, also known as

“anything goes,” was a style of play not common in competitive Pokémon.

Not only did it allow the most overpowered Pokémon in the game to be

used, known as “ubers” or “legendary Pokémon,” but it also did not ban

the cheap tactics that were not allowed in most competitive matches.

From this, Michael could tell exactly what Eric’s play was: he was

betting that Michael wouldn’t have a team available that could compete

at such a high level. Unfortunately for the Almighty President, Michael

was well prepared for this scenario.

“Done. Set it up.”

They

took a seat in the middle of the room and connected their game systems.

The rest of the members gathered around, eagerly anticipating a heated

battle between these two. All the while, Ashley stood by Michael’s side,

confident that he would come out on top. In the past, she would have

taken his stepping in as an insult, but she now saw he only wished to

preserve her dignity. Though she would have gladly flashed Eric for the

chance to beat his ass, Michael saw no reason for it to come to that.

Across from them sat Sophia, again hanging on Eric’s every move, almost

as if she felt her existence would come to an end should he lose. Ashley

decided to keep a close eye on her throughout the game. Though Michael

didn’t think much of it, Ashley then stood to stand behind him as a part

of the crowd and reached into her pocket for something.

At the

pregame screen, Michael began to inspect Eric’s team. There were the two

usual suspects, Groudon and Kyogre, both of which were so powerful and

versatile that any uber team was sure to include them. Michael also had

them on his team, though their remaining four combatants differed.

Eric’s remaining team consisted of a pair of frail offensive hitters,

Darkrai and Pheromosa, the jack-of-all-trades Arceus, which could be any

of the eighteen Pokémon types, and a Dragon Pokémon, Rayquaza. Michael

was certain that Rayquaza would be Eric’s Mega for the match, as its

normally banned in every other battle format. As for Michael, the rest

of his team contained a couple of bulky supporters in Skarmory and

Umbreon, an unpredictable wild card in Kartana, and his ace, Mega Mewtwo

Y.

“Let’s do this,” Eric growled. “And when I win, you’re banned for life.”

“Same to you when I win,” Michael shot back.

With

that, their battle began. Michael led off with his Skarmory, intending

to set up traps on Eric’s side of the field to slowly damage his Pokémon

throughout the match. Eric led off with his Darkrai, which immediately

worried Michael. Darkrai was a Pokémon known for using sleep-inducing

techniques, which would render one of his combatants useless for a few

turns. Normally, only one Pokémon was allowed to be asleep at a time,

but the AG rules they now played under made it legal to put any number

of Pokémon to sleep. With some skillful maneuvering, Michael managed to

switch Skarmory out in favor of his Mewtwo, but he was not able to set

his traps yet. While Mewtwo would have been at a disadvantage against

Darkrai, its Mega Evolution made it immune to sleep-inducing moves,

forcing Eric to switch out.

Both of them played rather cautiously

from there, trying to feel each other’s strategy out. While Michael’s

team was slower and bulkier, allowing them to take a few hits, Eric’s

team was much more “hyper-offensive,” containing only one or two bulky

Pokémon. The rest were powerful attackers that would be easy to take

down if Michael could land a strong hit. As Michael looked for an

opening, he began switching his Pokémon at confusing times, throwing

Eric off his game a bit. This led Eric to make an uncharacteristic

mistake with his Pheromosa, leaving it severely wounded. It did manage

to survive and fight back, hurting Michael’s Mega Mewtwo Y in the

process, but Pheromosa soon fell. Michael then surprised Eric by pulling

out his Umbreon. While not a strong attacker, Umbreon functioned as a

powerful healer on Michael’s team, soon bringing his Mega Mewtwo back to

full health with its Wish technique.

“You cheap fucker…” Eric seethed.

“You’re the one that wanted to play AG rules,” Michael smirked.

Eric’s

Arceus was the next to fall, but not before it managed to take out both

Michael’s Kyogre and Umbreon in the process. Now without his healer,

Michael switched back to his Skarmory, taking the opportunity to set up

the traps he had tried to use back at the start of the match. Darkrai

returned to the field at this and rocked Skarmory with a powerful hit,

but not before Skarmory had laid its traps. As it fell, Mega Mewtwo

returned for the revenge knockout on Darkrai, leaving just three Pokémon

on each side. Mewtwo continued its streak by taking down Eric’s Kyogre,

but took heavy damage in the process, and was unable to survive even a

single hit from Eric’s Groudon. Still, it was child’s play for Michael

to finish it off with his own Groudon, thanks to a well-timed critical

hit.

“Now, you’re dead,” Eric said, eying Michael with hatred.

“We’ll see.”

Now

down to his last Pokémon to face Michael’s final two, Eric sent out his

Mega Rayquaza, arguably one of the most unfairly overpowered Pokémon in

the entire game. It had few natural weaknesses, and those weaknesses

were still difficult to exploit due to its Delta Stream ability, which

increased Rayquaza’s defenses to ridiculous levels. But Michael knew of

Rayquaza’s one crippling weakness that it had no counter for: field

traps. He had set up a trap on Eric’s side of the field known as Stealth

Rock, which did a small bit of damage to each Pokémon upon switching

in. If a particular combatant had a weakness to Rock Type attacks, as

Rayquaza did, it would take even more damage from the trap. Thus, the

very act of bringing Rayquaza in reduced its health by one fourth, which

was a godsend considering how strong it was. Still, its natural

strength was more than enough to take out Michael’s Groudon with little

effort.

Now one on one against Rayquaza with his Kartana, Michael

took a few moments to analyze his situation. He had equipped his

Kartana with a special item called the Choice Band. This increased its

already strong attacking power by an additional 50%, but also forced it

into using only one of its four potential moves, hence the choice. There

were a couple of good options that he could use against Rayquaza, but

Michael had a suspicion that there was some strategy Eric was using that

he hadn’t revealed yet. Even though Kartana had one attack that would

have done more damage overall, Michael locked into a move that would do a

bit less damage but was guaranteed never to miss.

On the next

turn, Michael smiled at realizing that he had correctly predicted that

Eric was up to something. Instead of attacking, Rayquaza began using a

move known as Double Team. This progressively increased its evasion

capabilities, making it more likely that Michael’s Pokémon would miss in

their attacks altogether. This was considered the cheapest strategy in

the game, resulting in widespread bans to Double Team in all competitive

rules except Anything Goes. But as Michael had picked an attack with

perfect accuracy that would not be affected by Double Team, he now knew

that victory was all but assured. The smug look on Eric’s face soon

disappeared as he realized that his strategy was useless against

Kartana’s Smart Strike attack, guaranteed never to miss.

“You’ve

gotta be shitting me!” Eric gasped at seeing how much damage the attack

did to his Rayquaza. “How the hell is a Smart Strike so powerful?!”

“Choice Band, ya bastard,” Michael retorted.

Murmurs

began to be heard from the onlookers. Each one of them knew what that

meant: Michael had won. Only a single hit more, and Eric would

officially be known as the former Almighty President of the A U Pokémon

League. Michael tapped the screen on his 3DS and waited for the final

turn to begin, but Eric just sat there in disbelief. His facial

expressions went from dumbfounded, to pain, to pure rage. As he was

about to select his move for what everyone knew would be the final turn,

he moved his hand to the bottom of his 3DS and hit the power button,

turning the system off.

“What the hell?! You rage quit?!” Michael yelled, unable to believe what had just happened.

“Yeah, whatcha gonna do about it, pussy?” Eric laughed.

“You cheated! You still lose!” Ashley agreed.

“Nope.

That was my first rage quit ever, so I get a warning. But the battle

itself is null and void, since it couldn’t be finished before connection

was lost,” Eric replied with smug confidence. “You still wanna

challenge me? We’ll go again.”

“No way! I had you beat, fair and square!” Michael shot back, standing at his chair in anger.

“I doubt the rest of the League sees it that way. What say you?” Eric asked the room.

Every

last onlooker fell silent at this. Due to his supreme arrogance, Eric

was blind to how much everyone in the League hated him and his

leadership. Still, most had been afraid to stand up to him, and the few

that did had always been soundly defeated. But today, he had been

beaten, and everyone knew it. Sure, the official scoreboard said

otherwise, but everyone knew what had really happened. One by one, the

members of the League moved to stand behind Michael’s chair, showing

their support to the man they wanted as the new president. Eric soon

began to lose it, seeing the only power he possessed in his life being

stripped from him.

“You fucking Traitors!” he screamed.

“It’s

over. You’ve lost, Eric,” Michael replied quietly. “As the new Almighty

President of the A U Pokémon League, I hereby ban you for life and

nullify your sexist girls only rule effective immediately. Leave. You’re

not welcome here.”

“And why should I do that?” he spat.

“Because you don’t want the video of your battle with Michael to end up all over the Internet,” Ashley said with a grin.

“Nice try, bitch. The battle ended before it could be completed, so the 3DS couldn’t make a video of the battle,” Eric replied.

“Maybe.

But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t secretly filming the whole thing with my

cell phone. Including your pussy move at the end,” said Ashley. “So,

you have two options: leave now, or become a viral laughing stock in

gaming communities the world over. Your choice.”

Eric’s mouth

moved, but no words would come. He was beyond incensed, disbelieving

that Ashley and Michael could get the better of him so completely.

Still, the logical part of his brain managed to kick in, reminding Eric

that any further insults would result in his embarrassment being posted

all over the Internet for the world to see. Left with no other choice,

he slowly rose to his feet and walked to the door. As he was about to

leave, he turned to see Sophia still seated at the table.

“Hey! Let’s go!” Eric snapped at her.

With a look of panic in her eyes, Sophia stood to follow, but Ashley placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to go with him,” she assured Sophia.

Gulping, Sophia replied in a mousy voice, “But… he let me join? He g-gave me a social circle, right?”

“Sophia,

you don’t owe him anything. He’s been controlling you this entire time;

we all see it,” Ashley insisted. “Trust me, you can stay of your own

free will. You have friends here, better friends than Eric is capable of

being.”

“You belong with me! Now, let’s Go!” Eric shouted from the door.

Sophia

was torn. In truth, she had never enjoyed being Eric’s girlfriend, but

felt it was her only way to actually have friends. Now, she didn’t know

what to think. Ashley seemed so certain that she would still be welcome

here without Eric, which was such a tempting offer for Sophia. As she

looked up at Eric’s face and saw the rage in his eyes, she made her

decision.

“I… I’m n-not going… anywhere with you,” Sophia stuttered.

“What did you say to me?” Eric growled.

“I’m

staying… right here. You could not… pay me enough… to touch your dirty…

disgusting body even One More Time!” Sophia finally shouted. “We’re

through, Eric.”

“You bitch…”

“Temper, temper, Eric,”

Ashley taunted him, waving her phone in the air. “We wouldn’t want you

to lose your cool and become a viral sensation, would we?”

Stopping dead in his tracks, Eric fumed for several seconds before storming out.

“Fuck You All!”

The

members erupted into cheers as Eric finally left, finally rid of his

tyranny for good. Ashley leapt into Michael’s arms, planting a steamy

kiss on him in front of everyone, eliciting a few catcalls and whistles.

After a moment, Ashley noticed several of the guys flocking to Sophia

and trying to chat her up. Seeing the poor girl’s discomfort, Ashley

made her way over to her.

“Sophia, you wanna grab some food with me and my boyfriend?”

“Huh? You… actually want to hang out with me?” she replied with surprise.

“Of course! Us gamer girls have to stick together, after all,” Ashley smiled.

“That… that would be nice,” Sophia said with a soft grin.

“Great! I think my roommate is making tacos tonight. Sound good?”

“I do enjoy tacos…”

Over

the course of the next year, the A U Pokémon League skyrocketed in

popularity under Michael’s leadership. His first order of business was

to get rid of Eric’s sexist rules, along with the ridiculous title of

Almighty President. His second act was to ask Antonio to join the group

and assist as a Vice President. With Michael in charge, Antonio was only

too happy to oblige, and helped launch a publicity campaign on campus

to help draw in new members for the League. Little did they know how

successful they would be.

To everyone’s surprise, Antonio and

Allison avoided becoming a flash in the pan and instead turned into a

serious power couple around campus. With Antonio now involved with the

League once again, Allison began to take an interest in her boyfriend’s

favorite club. After watching a few meetings, she decided she wanted to

try it for herself and borrowed Antonio’s 3DS. She was hooked right

away, and suggested using her popularity to promote the League and help

bring in more members.

At the same time, Michael had the idea of

starting a rental service, reasoning that it would be a way to attract

people that had never played the game before. In this way, they offered a

means for new members to be competitive and have fun without needing to

make outlandish monetary or time investments along the way. A few

longtime members offered up their spare 3DS systems for the club to use,

and Michael decided to invest in a few new copies of the most recent

Pokémon games. Even better, he and Antonio made sure to have a large

amount of battle-ready competitive Pokémon available to loan to the less

experienced members when they came to the meetings. As a result, the

League began attracting casual gamers and complete newbies in addition

to the more serious gamers that already attended. Before long, their

numbers had ballooned to the point that they had to move into one of the

auditorium classrooms on campus for their meetings.

A few months

after Eric’s departure, people stopped seeing him around campus

altogether. Many rumors persisted as to what happened to him. Some said

he flunked out and moved into his mother’s basement, others think he had

hired a hooker that turned out to be an undercover cop. Regardless,

nobody missed him at all, least of all, Sophia.

Ashley’s offer

for Sophia to join them for dinner turned out to be just what the poor

girl needed and more. She formed a genuine friendship with Ashley and

Michael, and especially with Ashley’s roommate, Liz. Sophia eventually

began a romantic relationship with Liz, though the latter suspected

rightly that Sophia wasn’t actually a lesbian. Rather, she found her

time with Liz enjoyable because there were no controlling tendencies, as

had been in her relationship with Eric. After a few months, their

passion fizzled as Sophia developed the confidence and self-esteem to

begin dating men again. Liz would miss the fun they had together, but

Sophia was a whole new person, which couldn’t have made her friends

happier.

As Michael and Ashley neared their graduation the

following spring, Michael began to take a hard look at what he wanted

his life to be like after the end of school. He decided that he had a

serious question to ask Ashley, but first, he had to meet her family. Of

course, he had met her dad and sisters over the previous Thanksgiving,

but there was still one more person left…

“You’re sure you wanna do this?” Ashley asked.

“Of course! He’s such a huge part of your life, why wouldn’t I?” Michael replied.

“Just be prepared; he can be pretty off-putting.”

“No sweat.”

Entering her uncle’s house with a knock, she called out, “Hey, it’s Ashley!”

“In here,” a voice said.

Ashley

led the way into a comfortable den with easy chairs and a sofa. A few

watercolor paintings adorned the walls, giving it a very homey feeling.

On the sofa sat a red-haired young man of about nineteen.

“Hey, Sam,” Ashley said.

“Hello,” he replied in a somewhat monotone voice. “You have a guest.”

“Yeah. Sam, I wanted you to meet my boyfriend, Michael. Michael, this is my cousin, Sam.”

“Good to meet you,” Michael said, refraining from reaching out to shake Sam’s hand; Ashley had warned that Sam didn’t like that.

“Boyfriend.

Interesting,” Sam remarked without looking up from his 3DS. “Ashley,

Mother and Father left some money on the counter for the pizza place at

the end of the block. You should order and go pick it up.”

Ashley

cocked her eyebrow at this; Sam hadn’t made a request, he’d given an

instruction. Still, she knew better than to protest. Sam was trying to

get this boyfriend of hers alone so he could figure him out. In spite of

his Asperger’s, Sam was remarkably good at reading facial expressions

and tone of voice.

“Pizza sounds good. Michael, you wanna relax here? I’ll be back in a bit,” Ashley said before leaving with the money.

“Sure,”

Michael replied. Ashley had expected something like this would happen,

and had prepared him as such. Sitting across from Sam, Michael asked,

“Playing Pokémon there, eh?”

“Yes.”

“Cool. That’s actually how I met Ashley. We play in a League together at college.”

“I’m not surprised,” Sam said, seeming disinterested. “You must excuse my demeanor. It’s due to my condition.”

“Don’t worry, Ashley filled me in,” Michael reassured him.

“So… boyfriend. Tell me how long you have been dating my cousin.”

Again,

it wasn’t a question, but an instruction. Michael replied, “A little

over a year now. We met just before Valentine’s Day last year.”

“I take it you’re having intercourse with her, then?”

Michael

was getting used to Sam’s bluntness, but decided to push back this

time, saying, “To be honest, that’s between her and me. Besides, I

respect Ashley too much to kiss and tell without her permission. But I

recognize that you’re simply looking out for your cousin’s best

interests, so I’ll say that anything we may have done has been mutually

agreed upon with no coercion whatsoever.”

Sam paused a moment before giving a slight nod. “Correct answer.”

At

this, Michael realized Sam was testing him, feeling him out. Not that

he was surprised, but it suddenly made sense. Ashley had looked out for

Sam growing up, and he wanted to do the same for her now, especially

with her past luck with men.

“So, you say you met Ashley over Pokémon. Are you any good?” Sam asked.

“I beat her in our first game,” Michael answered.

“Interesting. You must be a good strategist to best her.”

“I have my moments, though she does frequently get the better of me.”

“Then tell me this: what is the superior counter strategy to use against a Trick Room team?” Sam asked.

Michael

smiled at this; Sam was testing him again, this time about Pokémon. He

was familiar with the strategy Sam was describing. In Pokémon, the

combatant with the highest speed rating normally got to move first in

any given turn, but there was one popular strategy to change that. The

move Trick Room caused the exact opposite to happen for five turns,

allowing the slowest Pokémon to move first. It was a popular sort of

team to use, though Michael had never been partial to it. Taking note of

the wording in Sam’s question, Michael began to formulate his response.

“To

be honest, there is no superior or inferior strategy,” he began. “All

strategies are equally viable and are ultimately dependent on the person

in charge of them. A team that is statistically superior to another

team will still be defeated if the player is unable to predict his

opponent’s moves. Strategy is important, but more vital is the ability

to adapt that strategy to what the other team is doing.”

“Right again,” Sam said. “Now, what is the most important phase of any Pokémon match?”

“The

endgame,” Michael replied without hesitation. “Yes, a poor start can

doom you, but even the best of starts can be undone by poor

decision-making at the end of a match. Never assume your opponent can’t

snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.”

“And what is your endgame with my cousin?” Sam asked pointedly.

Smiling, Michael said, “I plan to ask her to marry me.”

“That is not an endgame. That is a single action,” Sam pointed out.

“Fair

enough. My endgame is to marry her and spend the rest of my life with

her, if she’ll have me. A home, kids, being together for six or seven

decades… that’s the endgame.”

After a moment’s pause, Sam replied, “I believe that would make Ashley very happy.”

“I think so, too. I know she makes me happy, happier than I’ve ever been in my life,” Michael admitted. “I’m in love with her.”

“That

is nice to hear. Still, in the interest of full disclosure, you should

be aware that if you ever hurt her, physically or emotionally, you will

have made a mortal enemy in me.”

“I have no doubt of that,” Michael grinned. “But if I were to propose to Ashley… you would be ok with that?”

Before Sam could answer, Ashley walked in the front door. “I’m back, and I’ve got pizza!” she called.

Without

a word, Sam stood and took the pizzas from her hands. Moving into the

kitchen, he said over his shoulder, “Spoiler alert: he wants to marry

you. And if he makes you half as happy as you seem, you would be an

imbecile to decline.”

Michael buried his face in his hands at Sam

telling her this upfront, but Ashley just smiled and winked at him.

“Thanks, Sam. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As soon as Sam was out of earshot, Michael moaned, “All my elaborate plans…”

Sitting

next to him on the couch, Ashley kissed Michael on the cheek and said,

“Don’t worry about it; I’m actually kind of glad he said that.”

“You are?”

“Michael,

you don’t need any elaborate plans to get me to marry you!” Ashley

laughed. “If you want to marry me, all you have to do is ask.”

“Come on, I can do better than that!”

“I’m

a practical girl, Michael. I always have been. One of the things I love

most about you is that you’re a straight shooter. So, is there

something you want to ask me?”

“Dammit, you’re really gonna make me do this now, aren’t ya?” Michael sighed.

“Yep,” Ashley replied, sticking her tongue out at him.

Michael

reached into his pocket, pulling out a diamond ring he had saved for

three months to buy. “Ashley Henderson… will you marry me?”

Flashing a huge smile, Ashley leaned forward and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. “You bet your sweet ass I will.”

Five years later.

“Almost there,” Ashley whispered.

“Come on, come on… just a bit more,” Michael growled, feeling the tension build.

“Yes… yes, you’ve got it!”

“Score! Flag captured!”

While

most married couples would spend Valentine’s Day out on a romantic

date, Michael and Ashley Goldman preferred an intimate evening of video

games, even after nearly five years of marriage. Their six-month-old

son, Sam, was spending the night with his namesake uncle. In spite of

the elder Sam’s mild Asperger’s, he found that he had a natural affinity

for children. His great willingness to babysit for his nephew allowed

Michael and Ashley to continue their intimate evenings gaming together,

with that night’s selection being Call of Duty: World War 2.

“Seems

like that longstanding love affair with this game is paying off,”

Ashley teased her husband. “You might actually be improving!”

“Oh, that’s how you’re gonna play it, eh? All right, we’re on different teams next round! I’ll show you improvement…”

“Ooh, sounds like hot air to me. How ‘bout we make it more interesting?”

“What did you have in mind?” Michael asked, remembering losing his first gamble with her six years ago.

Eying him mischievously, Ashley said, “Winner of the next round gets oral.”

“Deal,” Michael replied. “It’s a win-win for me.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Because

we both know that once I start going down on you, you can’t possibly

resist doing the same to me,” Michael said with a smartass grin.

Grabbing her controller, Ashley huffed, “Just shut up and play.”

“Game on, pretty lady.”

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“Dude, you won’t believe what happened today,” Michael called out as he arrived back at his apartment.

“What’s up?” Antonio asked from the sofa.

“You know the girl from the basketball games?”

“That hot little trainer? Yeah?”

“She’s a member of the A U Pokémon League!”

“Are you serious?! Wha… what happened? Did you talk to her?” he asked.

“Yeah, we played a couple of games. She’s good; maybe the best I’ve ever played against,” Michael replied.

“That’s all? You just… played video games?” Antonio wondered, cocking his eyebrow.

“I, uh, might have also gotten her to agree to come to the Valentine’s Day dance with me,” Michael admitted.

“That’s what I’m talking’ about!” Antonio cheered, fist-bumping Michael. “You got a big day tomorrow. You ready for this?”

“To be honest… no, I’m not.”

“Whatchya mean?”

“Dude,

I’ve never been on a real date before, let alone had an actual

girlfriend!” Michael replied. “I don’t know the first thing about

women!”

Grinning, Antonio said, “Don’t you worry; I got your back.”

“Yeah, says my gay roommate,” Michael teased.

“Not

cool, dude. Here I am, trying to help you out, and you gotta go and

question my sexuality!” Antonio fired back with a laugh. “But in all

seriousness, if you doubt which way I swing… you could always ask

Allison Smallwood.”

“You and Allison Smallwood?”

“You bet your ass! We’ll be at the dance tomorrow.”

“Lucky bastard…” Michael grumbled.

“Hey, I’ve seen that trainer you’ve been pining over. You ain’t got nothing’ to be jealous of! Her name’s Ashley, right?”

“Yeah, but how’d you know?”

“Allison told me,” Antonio said. “I was trying’ to gather information in case you needed a stronger shove to chat her up.”

“I take it back. You’re not a lucky bastard, you’re a sneaky bastard!”

“Damn

straight! Now, let’s get you ready for your big date. Take a seat, my

man.” As Michael plopped down in the chair across from him, Antonio

continued, “Now, the first rule to remember is that she’s in charge.

Anything she says ‘no’ to or isn’t comfortable with, that’s what goes.

Understand?”

“Easy enough.”

“Good.

But remember, even though she’s in charge, she’ll still want you to

take the lead sometimes. The most attractive thing to most women is

confidence. Not cockiness, but confidence.”

“Knew there was a catch,” Michael sighed.

“Don’t

do that, man. That’s exactly what I’m talking’ about. The minute you

get down on yourself just ‘cause you think you’re not good enough,

that’s when the girl will pick up on it. As cliché as it sounds, you

have to just be you. You don’t want to go too over the top with your

personality, or she’ll think you’re compensating for something, but you

don’t wanna stifle your personality either, or she won’t get to know the

real you. Worst case, she’ll think you don’t like her. But if you just

act like you and be confident in that, everything else will fall into

place. Trust me.”

“I’m assuming I need to open doors and everything like that?”

“Definitely

start out that way, yeah,” Antonio answered. “Now, it’s entirely

possible she may not like that, particularly if she’s strong and

independent. If she reacts negatively, don’t panic. Just explain that

you were taught to do those things as a sign of respect and good

manners. That ought to be enough, but if she’s still not keen on it,

don’t force the issue.”

“Ok, but… what if she wants me to hold her hand or… kiss her? How am I supposed to know and not fuck it up?”

“As

far as holding her hand, it’s a dance. That means you two will be in

close proximity all night; handholding is gonna happen on its own, so

don’t stress over it. Now, as for kissing, you have to read the signs.”

“The signs?” Michael asked.

“Damn, ain’t you ever seen Hitch? Will Smith wrote the book on reading signs!”

“Dude, you know I can’t stand romantic comedies!” Michael laughed.

“With

your luck, Ashley will feel the same way,” Antonio chuckled. “Anyway,

the signs. If she’s smiling and maybe laughing at everything you two do

together, that’s a sign she’s into you. If she finds any excuse in the

world to touch you or take your arm, that’s a sign she’s into you. If

you two find yourselves alone and she’s in no hurry to go back to where

there’s more people, that’s a sign she’s into you. If you’re at her door

and she fumbling with her keys, in no hurry to let the date end, that’s

a sign she’s into you. And finally, if there’s a long silence where she

maintains eye contact with you the whole time, that’s a full on signal

she probably wants you to kiss her.”

“Probably?”

“Yeah,

probably. There’s never any guarantee, especially when it comes to the

fairer sex. The first kiss is always built on taking a chance. Keep in

mind, the chance may not come tomorrow night, and that’s ok. That

doesn’t mean she’s not into you, it may just mean she plays things close

to the vest.”

“Fair enough. But what do I do if I get the signal? Just kiss her?”

“Naw, dude. You gotta use the 90/10 rule.”

“90/10 rule?”

Antonio sighed. “Man, this would be so much easier if you had seen Hitch.

The 90/10 rule is simple: you have to go 90% of the way towards your

first kiss with her, but make her come the last 10%. For example,

imagine that long silence where she maintains eye contact the whole

time. You maintain eye contact, too. That’s 20%. You smile, maybe laugh.

That’s 20%. You put your hand on her arm. That’s 20%. You start to lean

in closer. That’s 20%. Your faces are almost touching, and you stop.

That’s 10%. She’s got to come the last 10%. The point of all that is to

make your intentions clear while still giving her plenty of opportunity

to pull back if she wants, and if she does, that’s ok.”

“Easy for you to say…”

“Again,

stop that. Some gals play things conservatively to start with on

account of being burned in the past. Nothing’ wrong with that, you just

have to show that you’re trustworthy before she starts to open up. It

certainly doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you if that were to

happen.”

“Guess that’s true.”

“Now, for the final piece of the puzzle. Whatchya gonna wear tomorrow?”

Michael’s face twisted in panic. “I have no fucking clue!” he realized.

“No sweat! You’re looking at a master of the threads,” Antonio boasted. “You got a suit?”

“Just a black one I use for interviews and presentations.”

“Lemme see.”

Dressed to kill.

Michael

led the way into his closet and pulled out his black suit and white

dress shirt. Antonio looked them over for a moment before tossing them

on the bed.

“This’ll work. Got a tie?” he asked Michael.

“Yeah,” Michael replied, pulling out a striped red and white tie.

Antonio snorted a bit. “Good enough for a job interview, but not even close for a Valentine’s Day date.”

“Ok, what about a black tie?”

“A

black tie with a black suit?! You gonna look like a damn Mormon, man!

Put the suit on; I’ll be right back.” Antonio returned a couple minutes

later with a few of his own neckties in hand. “The black suit and white

shirt is a staple of any man’s wardrobe because of its incredible

versatility. The tie is the most crucial aspect of this versatility.

It’s the accent that allows the suit to send any message you want it

to.”

“You are so obsessed,” Michael chuckled.

“I’ll choose

to ignore your continued condescension,” Antonio shot back. Holding up a

pale orange tie to Michael’s neck, he shook his head, saying, “Nah,

you’re definitely not a pastels kind of guy. Whatchya think of this

one?”

Examining the wine colored tie with a starburst pattern, Michael replied, “Too loud for my tastes.”

“No problem. Let’s see… ah ha! This is it!” Antonio held up a solid royal blue tie to Michael’s neck.

“Hmm… not bad,” Michael admitted.

“Not

bad? Dude, this one is perfect for you! Goes great with your skin tone

and the suit color, plus it sends the right message: confidence. It’s a

strong color, but the lack of pattern makes sure it’s not too loud or

trendy. It’s classic, just like you, my man. Here, put it on.”

As Michael fumbled a bit in front of his floor mirror, he asked, “What knot do you think I should use? Half Windsor?”

“Nah,

a full Windsor is almost always best,” Antonio replied. “Symmetrical

and confident, but not too over the top. A half Windsor can come off as

sloppy.”

Michael took a few seconds to remember the steps for a

full Windsor in his head before tying the knot around his neck. When he

was finished, he had to admit he was impressed with the final product.

“Damn… I’d do me.”

“And who knows? Ashley may feel the same way,” Antonio grinned.

Michael

took several deep breaths as he ascended the stairs in Ashley’s

apartment building. Antonio had done everything he could think of to

make sure he was prepared yesterday, but Michael was still a nervous

wreck. There was something special about this girl, and he did not want to screw it up. With a trembling hand, he reached forward and knocked on the door to apartment 2B.

“Yes?” came a voice from the other side.

“I’m Michael Goldman, here to pick up Ashley.”

“That’s right! Hold on a sec.”

A

moment later, the door swung open, revealing a slim redhead with a

pixie haircut. Dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, she had a hint of

makeup on that seemed to indicate she was getting ready for Valentine’s

Day, too.

“Hey! I’m Liz, Ashley’s roommate,” she said, extending her hand with a bubbly smile.

“Michael. Nice to meet you,” he replied, shaking her hand.

“Make yourself comfortable; Ashley should be ready in a little bit,” Liz said.

“No problem. Take your time.”

Liz

adjourned to one of the back bedrooms to check on Ashley, finding her

seated in front of the vanity. Her hair had been dried after her shower,

but she still wore a towel wrapped around her body. She seemed lost and

befuddled as she perused her makeup selection.

“Your guy’s here,” Liz giggled. “He’s cute! I’d totally be all over him… ya know, if I weren’t a lesbian.”

“Hands off, he’s mine!” Ashley laughed.

“You ok? You look lost.”

“Yeah, I just have no idea what to use. I want to make the right impression.”

“May

I?” Taking a seat next to Ashley on the bench, Liz continued, “To be

honest, you don’t need much. The point of makeup is to accentuate your

best features, but much more than that just starts to look clownish.

Here, a little bit of eyeliner… there, that’s perfect. Just add a touch

of lip gloss and you’re good!”

“That’s it? What if he’s not impressed?” Ashley worried.

“Jesus,

I’ve never seen you this worried about a date! He must have really

gotten to you yesterday,” Liz giggled. “Don’t worry; if he’s the kind of

guy I suspect he is, then he’ll enjoy every moment with you no matter

how much makeup you use. Seriously, he gonna be speechless, girl.”

“If you say so. Thanks for letting me borrow your dress, by the way. Lord knows I don’t have anything to wear for something like this.”

“My pleasure! Gay or straight, I’m still a girl who likes wearing pretty things!”

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were just as bad as all those sorostitutes,” Ashley deadpanned.

Hugging her friend, Liz said, “Oh, I won’t be home ‘til after lunch tomorrow, so you two can have the place to yourselves.”

“Liz! I just met the guy yesterday! I have no intention of sleeping with him!”

“I

know, but I don’t want the lack of somewhere private to hamper your

date tonight. Should the opportunity present itself, you two have

somewhere to come after the dance, that’s all. No pressure.”

Rolling her eyes, Ashley realized her roommate was only trying to be considerate and helpful. “Thanks.”

“Welcome. All right, you finish getting ready. There’s a cutie outside waiting on you!” Liz replied, bouncing up to her feet.

Michael

fidgeted on the sofa, nervous as all hell as he waited for Ashley. He

had expected to wait like this; Antonio made sure of that. Still,

talking about the wait and experiencing it are two completely different

things. A moment later, he heard the door open and snapped to attention,

seeing Liz enter the living room.

“She’s almost ready, just a minute or two more.”

“No problem.” Remembering a suggestion Antonio had given him, Michael asked, “Hey, Liz… what’s Ashley’s favorite song?”

Eying him, she asked, “Why do you want to know?”

“I, uh, had the idea of surprising her by requesting it at some point tonight,” Michael admitted.

A wide grin soon spread across Liz’s face. “That’s a great idea. She’s got lots of favorites, but the top one is probably Welcome to the Black Parade.”

“My Chemical Romance. She’s got good taste,” Michael remarked.

“In music, at least,” Liz smirked. “We’ll see after tonight how her taste in men is.”

Before

Michael could respond, Ashley’s bedroom door creaked open to reveal his

date for the evening. She wore a red A-line halter-top dress that

extended down to about her knees. Though the dress flared out at the

skirt, the top half hugged her form nicely, displaying her flat stomach

and the curvature of her tits. The sleeveless top exposed a tattoo of a

shooting star on her left shoulder. His eyes soon drifted up to her

face, which was the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life. To

Michael, the fact that she wore so little makeup made her even more

attractive. Her strawberry blonde hair had been straightened and now

hung down past her shoulders; a headband with a small flower on top

completed the ensemble. Of course, her bangs were still side swept over

her right eye, which Michael surmised was part of her signature look.

“Well?” Ashley asked nervously, giving a little twirl.

“You look incredible,” Michael managed through his own nerves.

“Thanks,” Ashley replied, walking over to him. “You clean up nice, yourself.”

“Ok, smile!” Liz said, snapping a few pictures of them.

“Dammit, Liz! You know I hate having my picture taken!” Ashley laughed.

“I’m

sorry, I don’t recall giving you a choice in the matter,” Liz replied,

sticking her tongue out at her roommate. Handing her a wrap that matched

the dress, Liz said, “Oh, you’ll need this. It’s a bit cool out there.

“Thanks, Mom,” Ashley smirked as she rolled her eyes. “Ready to go?”

“Definitely,” Michael grinned.

“You kids have fun!” Liz called out, causing Ashley to flip her off before closing the door behind her.

“So, yeah… that’s Liz, my lesbian roommate,” Ashley sighed as they started their walk towards campus.

“I like her,” Michael replied.

“Of course you do! She’s gorgeous!” Ashley teased.

“Not what I meant, but yes, she’s quite the looker. But more than that, she seems like a great friend.”

“Yeah, I guess she kind of is. Just don’t tell her that.”

“So, tell me about Ashley?” Michael asked. “Where you from, where you’re going, and all that?”

“Well,

my family lives about thirty minutes south of here. My original plan

after high school was to learn the body art business, but Dad pushed me

to try and find a path to college. Nobody in our family has ever gone to

college, but he knew I had the capability if I would work for it. Since

I had helped out with injuries on the sports teams at my high school, I

decided to look into the sports medicine program at Auburn. Once I got a

scholarship as a student trainer, the rest was history!”

“That’s awesome,” Michael said. “I know college isn’t for everyone, but I’m glad your dad pushed you.”

“I am, too. I’m definitely in a better place than I would have been.”

“Any siblings?”

“Two older sisters. One’s a beautician in my hometown, the other moved down to Mobile with her husband,” Ashley replied.

“Nice. You mentioned your dad. What about your mom?”

Ashley grimaced at this. “Mom ran off with some guy when I was six…”

Michael cursed himself for bringing up the topic. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“It’s

fine,” Ashley said, linking her arm in his. “It just helped me learn

what family really is. In spite of everything, Dad never got down or

blamed us for anything. Hell, he never even said a bad thing about Mom.”

“He sounds like a great guy.”

“The only male I’ve met that I know I can trust,” Ashley agreed. “Now, what about you? What’s your story?”

“Me?

I grew up in Dunwoody. It’s a suburb just north of Atlanta. As I’m sure

you guessed from my last name and my nose, yes, I’m Jewish!” he

laughed.

“I had wondered if that was the case,” Ashley grinned.

“There’s not much way to hide it. Pale complexion, the nose, and dark curly hair… I’m pretty stereotypical.”

“Nothing wrong with that. You are who you are, so own it!”

Huh. Maybe Antonio was on to something?

Shaking

his thoughts away, Michael focused back in on his date. “Anyway, I grew

up in a pretty normal family, if there is such a thing. Only child,

went to synagogue every Saturday, annoying yet loving parents…”

“Sounds better than what I had,” Ashley agreed with a smile.

“Eh, you seem to have turned out just fine. In spite of everything, your dad still wants the best for you.”

“Yeah,”

she said wistfully, realizing she actually had a pretty good family in

spite of her life circumstances. “So, what brought you to Auburn all the

way from Atlanta?”

“Family school. I’m a second generation

Tiger. Both parents went and met here, plus my aunt and uncle, then

their two daughters…”

“Indoctrinated from birth much?” Ashley teased.

“Wait…

we talking college or are we back to Judaism?” Michael replied,

eliciting another laugh from Ashley. “But yeah, very much brainwashed in

favor of Auburn. When I was little, I used to think that all kids went

to Elementary School, then Middle School, then High School, and then

Auburn.”

They walked along for a few moments in comfortable

silence before Ashley said, “It’s awesome that you can laugh at

yourself. I try to do that, but I don’t always succeed.”

Michael

shrugged. “I’m a walking talking caricature, so why not admit it? Makes

it impossible to get offended, I’ll tell ya that.”

“You don’t get offended by anything?”

“Not really.”

“Not even a topic that hits close to home?” Ashley wondered.

“Depends,”

Michael replied. “Take Hitler, for example. Evil man, and I hope

there’s never another like him, but I’m glad he existed. If he hadn’t,

my grandparents would never have fled Germany and met on the voyage to

America, falling in love and eventually having my dad. If not for

Hitler, I’m never born, plain and simple. Perspective.”

“That’s

a great way to think about it,” Ashley said, becoming more impressed

with this guy by the second. “So, are we walking because today is

Saturday? No working on the Sabbath?”

“Nah,

we’re walking because we’re poor college students who have to beg for

gas money,” he remarked. “But that’s only something the more

conservative branches of Judaism practice. My family is part of Reformed

Judaism. Basically, we aren’t supposed to work on the Sabbath, but

individuals have to determine on their own what constitutes ‘work’. For

example, yard work might be considered a chore for one person, so they

refrain from it, but it may be a relaxing means of recreation for

someone else, so they do it.”

“That makes sense,” Ashley nodded.

“That’s so cool that your faith is such a natural part of your life.

Like, you don’t even have to think about it; it’s just like breathing.

To be honest, I kinda wish I had something like that…”

“You guys never went to church growing up?”

Ashley

shook her head. “Mom was a big Bible thumper for the short time I

remember of her, but then she ran off with some C E O type. At least,

that’s what my big sisters say. Dad never could bear to bring us to

church after that. I think it reminded him too much of the things he

used to love doing with Mom. And as big as she was on religion, I guess

that pretty much turned me off to the concept. Of course, then I see

you, mature and strong in your faith without all the pompous arrogance…”

“Makes you think, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good! When done right, religion is supposed to make you think.”

Ashley

smiled at this, leaning a bit closer to Michael as they walked. She was

now finding out that there was far more to him than met the eye.

Beneath his nerdy exterior was a deep, contemplative man with an

incredible amount of maturity and perspective. The fact that he could

discuss Hitler so calmly was impressive in and of itself; hell, Ashley

doubted she would be able to keep her cool on anything regarding Hitler

were she in Michael’s position. Combine that with the way he discussed

his faith, calm and thoughtful without actively trying to convert her

lest she burn for eternity, and she began to question many of her own

preconceived notions. Might there actually be people of strong faith

that were different from her mom? In spite of her mom’s hypocrisy,

Michael was beginning to convince her that it was possible.

“Hey, you ok?” Michael asked, nudging her in the side.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m great,” Ashley replied, holding his arm a little tighter.

By

now, they had arrived at the student union building on campus. Ashley

hesitated a bit when Michael held the door for her, as she wasn’t used

to that sort of gentlemanly behavior, but accepted without protest. Liz

had reminded her that such actions weren’t meant to belittle her but

rather were a man’s way of focusing his attention on his date, provided

they weren’t forced. As Liz had said, sometimes it’s the smallest

actions that tell you the most about a person. Ashley chuckled inwardly

at realizing that her lesbian roomie understood men better than she did.

Michael then took her wrap as Antonio had instructed and handed it to

the coat checker. Again, Ashley was surprised by his old-school manners,

though she was growing fond of them. Michael had to mentally slap

himself to keep from staring at Ashley’s gorgeous body, instead keeping

his eyes on hers, where they belonged.

They made their way into

the large common room, finding the party already in full swing. At least

two dozen couples were on the dance floor, and at least that many

milled around the tables situated on the walls. Ashley was pleased to

see that, despite it being Valentine’s Day, the atmosphere was fun and

casual, rather than stuffy. The DJ was currently playing Walk the

Moon’s Shut Up and Dance. As they hadn’t eaten, Michael suggested

they check out what food was available, to which Ashley readily agreed.

They spent a half hour grazing on the various finger foods and

appetizers. No alcohol was served, being that the dance was an official

university event, but that suited them just fine. The last thing Michael

wanted was to give Ashley the impression that he was trying to get her

drunk, and Ashley had no intentions of drinking on a first date.

“Ashley! You came!” came a squeal.

Turning, Ashley saw her friend from the basketball team approaching in a form-hugging navy blue party dress.

“Allie! How are ya, girl?”

“I’m great, and even better now that I know you decided to come,” Allison grinned. “What changed?”

“I…

got asked by someone,” Ashley admitted, blushing a bit. “Allie, this is

Michael. Michael, you of course know who Allison Smallwood is.”

“Of course. Michael Goldman,” he replied, shaking her hand. “I’m one of the photographers for The Plainsman.”

“Fantastic! Glad you got our girl to loosen up and have some fun tonight!” Allison agreed.

“Yeah. I’m just glad she said yes,” Michael remarked, glancing at Ashley, who was still blushing.

“Hey! No stealing’ my date, dude!”

Seeing

his roommate walking over, Michael shot back, “Not my fault if you

can’t keep her, Antonio!” After greeting him with a fist bump, Michael

said, “Ashley, this is my roommate, Antonio.”

“Good to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Antonio said with a grin. “Glad our boy finally asked you out. He’s only been pining over you for a few months!”

“Dude, you’re full of shit,” Michael remarked.

“Oh, you shoulda heard some of the awful poetry he’d stay up late and write!” Antonio continued.

“Look at that, Ashley. You see all the smoke coming out of his ass?” Michael replied, eliciting a giggle from Ashley.

“Antonio, behave,” Allison whispered into his ear. “That is, if you know what’s best for you…”

Antonio

cooled a bit at this, picking up on the obvious innuendo in Allison’s

sultry voice. He and Michael stepped aside for a few minutes to pick up

some Cokes for their dates. Meanwhile, Allison was still excited at

seeing Ashley there with an actual date.

“Girl, your date is super cute!” she said once the guys were out of earshot.

“Yeah,

he is, isn’t he?” Ashley agreed. “He’s got the sexy nerd vibe going on,

which is right up my alley. Of course, your guy’s kinda gorgeous, too.”

“Yeah,

Antonio’s a lot of fun,” Allison said. “Dunno how long it’ll last, but

it’s a hell of a ride while it does.” Biting her lower lip, she asked,

“So, what changed your mind? Last I heard, you were bitching about not

being caught dead with all these ‘sorostitutes and fratdaddies’, right?”

Ashley

shrugged. “Part of it was the reason Michael wanted to come. His high

school prom was cancelled, and just wants to know what it’s like. And

the way he treated me when we first met, no prejudices or putdowns, I

found myself wanting to get to know him better. So, against my better

judgment, I said yes.”

“Wow. That’s quite a change in attitude,” Allison observed.

“Yeah… I’m not sure why, but I’m having more fun than I ever thought I would.”

“I know why: Michael.”

“I

mean… he’s a fantastic guy, but can one person change an entire event?

Especially one that I’d otherwise never be caught dead at?” Ashley

wondered.

Allison rolled her eyes a bit. “Girl, this is something

you’ve got to learn. When you’re with the right person, it doesn’t

matter what the event or activity is. Being with someone that you

connect with makes anything more fun and enjoyable.”

“Hmm… I

guess Michael is pretty special. It only makes sense he’d make an

otherwise insufferable event more bearable,” Ashley agreed.

Getting a twinkle in her eye, Allison asked, “So, just how special is he?”

“What are you getting at?” Ashley replied warily.

Allison leaned close and continued, “You gonna sleep with him?”

“Absolutely

not!” Ashley laughed. “You know me. I don’t just hop into bed with any

guy I meet. It’s brought me nothing but trouble in the past.”

“I know, and I respect that about you,” Allison smiled. “Still, Michael does seem different from most guys, in a good way.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“All I’m saying is… if there’s a connection there, don’t ignore it. He might turn out to be everything you’ve been looking for.”

“Seriously? Bullshit happily-ever-after dreams? You know I don’t fall for those,” Ashley huffed.

“Yeah,

and I also know you’d never want to come to a dance like this. All the

same, here you are,” Allison giggled. “I’m not telling you to sleep

with him. All I’m saying is I don’t want the right guy for you to slip

away just because you were too focused on playing it safe. Keep your

heart open; that’s all I ask.”

“Yes, Dr. Phil,” Ashley retorted, sticking her tongue out at Allison.

By

now, the guys had returned with the Cokes. After a few sips, Allison

took Antonio’s hand and dragged him onto the dance floor. Ashley was

content to hang on the sidelines with Michael for a bit longer, until

she heard the distinct opening chords of the next song.

“Wait… is that?”

“Welcome to the Black Parade,” Michael replied with a grin. “I requested it.”

Ashley’s jaw dropped. “How the hell did you know to request this song?!”

“How else? I asked Liz!”

“You sneaky bastard!” Ashley laughed, punching his shoulder. “Come on, get out here, mister.”

Grabbing

Michael’s arm, Ashley had brought him onto the dance floor just as the

frantic second half of the song was about to start. Still, Ashley wasn’t

exactly a dancer and only planned on doing some head banging to her

favorite song… maybe even find an excuse to get close to Michael along

the way. Michael, on the other hand, had other plans.

Unknown to

anyone else, Michael had learned the art of swing dancing from his

cousin, Esther. Before prom was cancelled, Michael had no luck at all

finding a date to go with him. His plan had been to learn to dance in

secret, then find someone willing to dance with him at prom, whereupon

he would let loose. He figured that at least some of the girls there

would be lining up to dance with him after that, and it might have

worked had prom gone on as planned. He had kept this a secret for three

years, but now, it was time to finally let loose.

Taking Ashley’s hand, he winked and said, “I’ll lead.”

Before

Ashley could even think to ask what he meant, she felt his firm yet

comforting grasp pulling her closer to him. She had no chance at all of

containing her surprise at this change, going with Michael as much as

possible. Despite the innate flashiness of swing dancing, he kept his

moves relatively simple, making sure his steps would either be easy for

Ashley to follow or require almost no reaction on her part. As Michael

spun her around, Ashley’s eyes lit up with sheer delight. A lesser woman

might be frightened off or intimidated by this display, but not Ashley.

She recognized that he was showing her a part of himself that very few

would ever get to see. That sort of confidence was such a turn-on for

her, and she could definitely feel her panties getting a little damp.

All too soon, the song ended, and Michael slowed to let Ashley catch her

breath. Unsurprisingly, a circle had formed around them, and the

onlookers gave a round of applause for Michael’s impromptu show.

“Holy shit… where did you learn to do that?!” Ashley laughed, still panting from the experience.

“My cousin, Esther,” Michael replied, explaining his plan for his high school prom.

“Huh… that’s a hell of a plan. It probably would’ve worked, too,” Ashley remarked. “Seems to be working now.”

Michael

looked around and saw a surprising number of attractive young women

inching closer, their eyes begging him to dance with them. With a wry

grin, he took Ashley’s hand and spun her close to him once more.

“Too bad for them. Tonight, I’m only dancing with you.”

Ashley snorted a bit at this. “Oh my god, you’re so cheesy.”

“Hey, if it works!”

As

the next song was more moderately paced, Michael helped Ashley pick up

on the basic steps of swing dancing. She was a fast learner, and found

that she enjoyed it quite a lot. By the end of the song, she was able to

follow and anticipate his actions with little difficulty. It was then,

of course, that the moment Michael had dreaded arrived: the slow number.

As the sounds of Berlin’s Take My Breath Away filled the room, Ashley instinctively moved in close and slipped her arms around Michael’s neck.

“You’re not getting away from me, mister. Not after those last two songs,” she whispered with a smile.

“I… sorry, I’m just… really bad at slow dancing,” Michael stuttered.

Ashley

cocked her eyebrow at this. Michael seemed like a completely different

person than the man of confidence he had been mere moments ago.

“Your cousin didn’t teach you?” she asked.

“No… must have slipped our minds,” he replied, silently cursing himself.

“Well, I don’t think there’s much to it,” Ashley said patiently. “Here, put your hands on my waist. See? Easy.”

Ashley

took the lead from there, not dancing so much as rocking back and forth

with Michael as they slowly spun in a circle. To the outside observer,

it may have looked like they were at a middle school dance, but she

didn’t care. She was having the time of her life, and it was all because

of Michael; the last thing she wanted was for a slow number to take

away his confidence. Soon, they developed a steady rhythm, and Michael

began to relax.

“Not so bad, is it?” Ashley giggled.

“Guess not,” Michael sighed.

“So, can I ask how you’re so good at swing dancing if slow dancing terrifies you?”

“Swing

dancing is basically a science. Kinda like Pokémon, it’s all about

following your cues and keeping to your plan. But slow dancing is…

intimidating. It naturally brings about more emotional intimacy, which

makes me terrified I’m gonna screw something up. Plus, I’m more likely

to crush a girl’s toes while slow dancing than anything else.”

With a sweet smile, Ashley replied, “You aren’t screwing it up with me.”

Michael

didn’t know what to say to this, so he played it safe and said nothing

at all. Still, even he couldn’t miss the signs. Ashley was leaning in

very close to him, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Everything

he did seemed to make her smile, and he could even feel her running her

fingers through the back of his short curly hair. It seemed like Antonio

was right: she was into him. But what if he was wrong? If he tried to

kiss her and she reacted negatively, the results could be nothing short

of disastrous. Still, Antonio’s words replayed over and over in

Michael’s head.

The first kiss is always built on taking a chance.

Knowing

it was now or never, the ever-conservative Michael decided he had to

take the chance. He made sure to remind himself of the 90/10 rule, then

began to make his move. First, he maintained eye contact with Ashley,

giving a little smile the whole time. Ashley responded positively to

this, so he continued by moving one of his hands to caress the small of

her back through her dress. She gave no hint of disapproval, and even

began to run her fingers through his hair a bit more obviously. Drawing

her closer as they swayed, Michael soon felt her perky tits pressing

against him. He did have the presence of mind to shift his pelvis a bit

so as not to scare her with his obvious erection. Their faces drew

closer by the second; he could feel her hot breath on his chin. Still,

she didn’t pull away or balk in the slightest. Closing his eyes, Michael

leaned is face closer, making sure to stop just short of her lips.

Antonio’s

advice worked to perfection. Ashley was completely mesmerized by

Michael. She knew the entire time what he was up to, and had secretly

been hoping he might try to kiss her. Thankfully, her subtle hint of

running her fingers through his hair seemed to have gotten the message

across. Then, when he stopped millimeters short of kissing her, she knew

he was giving her every chance to back out of it. That tiny action made

her melt in his arms. She knew Michael was different, but now she saw

just how different he was from all the guys she had dated in the past.

He was into her, but still afforded her every opportunity to gracefully

exit the situation if she so desired. To her, it was a no-brainer.

Ashley

leaned forward and closed the remaining distance between her and

Michael, at last pressing her lips against his. The feeling was

electric. To them, it was as if the entire world around them had ceased

to exist. There were no other dancers around them, no distractions to

ruin the moment, and they barely even noticed the music playing. All

they cared about was savoring their first kiss, one that both would

later describe as the best first kiss imaginable. It was quite simple,

without any tongue to speak of, but the tension and atmosphere made it

incredibly sensual all the same. At last, they separated after around

thirty seconds.

“Wow,” Ashley breathed.

“Uh huh,” Michael mumbled, still in a daze himself.

They

continued to dance for a couple more slow numbers, thankful that the DJ

was maintaining a rhythm with his song selections. All the while,

Ashley giggled nervously, enjoying every second of her time with

Michael. Eventually, she had worked her way even closer to him, laying

her head on his shoulder as they danced. She couldn’t explain how

Michael had managed to penetrate her usual defenses so quickly, but

Ashley couldn’t deny that she was falling for him. Feeling his arms

around her made her feel safer than she had ever felt before in her

life. In that moment, she made her decision.

“Hey… you wanna get out of here?” she whispered, kissing Michael on the cheek.

“If that’s what you’d like,” he replied nervously, unsure if this was a good or bad sign.

“Yeah,

I’ve just had about enough of people for one day,” Ashley giggled.

“You, by the way, aren’t people. I haven’t had near enough of you.”

To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts for Sex Stories.

A pair of lonely gamers overcome their fears and preconceived notions on Valentine's Day.

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Gaming for Love.

“And Smallwood drains it for three!”

Click click click. The digital SLR was zoomed in on the guard at the other end of the court. The $6000 zoom lens made Michael’s photo-journalism look world-class.

Michael Goldman scanned the Auburn Basketball Arena, always looking for the perfect shot for the school newspaper, The Plainsman.

 Allison Smallwood, the star point guard of the women’s basketball team, always made for an excellent target. Not only was she a fantastic athlete, but she was also a pretty blonde with a dazzling smile.

But sometimes a particular fan in the stands caught in a moment of emotional fervor, was just the touch to give the readers a full sense of the game experience.

The drama of heated shouting, or the agony of an athlete rolling on the hardwood, holding a knee which just bent in an unnatural angle. That was what really riveted the subscribers’ attention.

“Foul on Georgia, and Smallwood steps to the free throw line!”

Click. Click.

As he snapped a few more shots, Michael couldn’t help but smile. Even as socially awkward as he was, he seemed to thrive whenever he was on the job. While behind the camera, he was able to see the world around him not as the annoying bunch of people he had to deal with, but as a collection of models waiting for him to capture the perfect moment. Still, it’d be nice to have a sweet girl to go home to after work, but Michael wasn’t holding out much hope. Most girls weren’t attracted to the stereotypical Jewish kid: scrawny with curly black hair, pale skin complexion, and a bit of a large nose. As much as Michael tried to downplay the cliché, there really was no escaping it.

A sudden thud from the court snapped Michael out of his daydream, and he saw one of the other girls down on the floor. A quick glance at his roster sheet told him it was Desiree Bonner, the starting forward. As he went to work with his camera, he was relieved to see that her injuries didn’t look too serious. Soon, she was being tended to by one of the trainers.

“There she is,” Michael breathed.

Michael still had no idea who she was, but the student trainer that worked with the women’s basketball team was nothing short of a knockout. She was maybe 5’5” with light strawberry blonde hair, and her sharp eyes and wry smile seemed to indicate that she had a keen intellect to go with her stunning good looks. As she worked on Desiree, Michael couldn’t help but snap a few shots of the two of them, making sure that both the trainer and player were in focus. What he would give for a shot with her. Soon, the buzzer interrupted his fantasies, forcing him back to reality.

“Well, back to work…”

So it went for the rest of the game. No further injuries occurred for Auburn, so Michael didn’t get any further glimpses of the little goddess that tended to the players. The Lady Tigers kept the game close, but Georgia was just the better team in the end, and the Bulldogs ended up winning 67-62. This didn’t come as a huge surprise to Michael. Throughout the season, the team had proved to be talented but young, with Smallwood being the only real veteran on the team. Considering that she was only a sophomore, the team had nowhere to go but up in the coming seasons.

After a final series of shots as the teams shook hands, Michael texted his boss up in the press box. The reply thanked Michael for his hard work and instructed him to take the rest of the night off; his boss would handle photography at the postgame press conference. This suited Michael just fine, as he had gotten more than enough of people for the day. After packing up his camera gear, he headed out to his bike to begin the trek back to his apartment.

 

A Chiding roommate.

As he reclined on the sofa in his living room, Michael grabbed his Nintendo 3DS and powered up his copy of Pokémon Sun, intending to waste away the rest of the evening with some online battles. On the other side of the room stood Antonio, Michael’s roommate. He was a tall drink of water by any standard, and his dark chocolate skin and shaved head gave him quite a striking appearance. Still, he was as nerdy as Michael was, perhaps even more so, and tried to communicate this with his black horn-rimmed glasses. Of course, with his height and good looks, that only served to make him even more irresistible to the opposite sex. As was his usual Thursday evening routine, he stood with iron in hand, pressing his shirts for the coming weekend, no doubt for a Valentine’s Day date of some sort.

“Dammit,” Michael muttered.

“What’s wrong, man?” Antonio asked.

“Another rage quitter. That’s three in a row!”

“You getting’ that good?” Antonio wondered with a laugh.

“No, the level of competition has definitely gone down in the last few months. Not sure what’s happening. Still, I can’t help it that I’m kicking so much ass!”

“Sounds like you need some stronger competition.”

“Yeah, but I know you don’t play Pokémon anymore.”

“True. I ain’t got the time to put in. But maybe you ought to consider joining the local League?”

“League? I thought you said the president of the A U Pokémon League was a total asshole?” Michael replied.

“He is, but it’s gonna be your best bet for some decent people to play against. Besides, none of them will rage quit on you; it’s against their rules. If they do, they get put on probation. Too many times, and they’re kicked out.”

“Hmm… maybe so. When’s the next meeting?”

“Tomorrow, actually. They meet at the GameStop on University Parkway.”

“Thanks, I’ll check it out.” Hearing the steam from Antonio’s iron, Michael remarked, “Dude, you’re fucking obsessed with clothes. It’s a little disturbing.”

“What can I say? The ladies love a man wearing a freshly pressed shirt!”

“Yeah, right. I’d bet you’re in the closet. Great cover, by the way,” Michael snorted.

“Hey, that hurts,” Antonio whined, feigning a heart attack. “I can’t help it if I’m that much better than you with the women, just like you can’t help it you’re so much better than those idiots online!”

“Yeah, but you could share,” Michael shot back with a grin.

“Sorry, but Antonio don’t kiss and tell,” he replied with a toothy grin. After a moment of silence, he continued, “You see that little hottie at the basketball game again?”

“Yeah, she was there.”

“You should talk to her, man! I bet you two would hit it off real good!”

“Are you nuts?! She’s so far out of my league, I bet she doesn’t even know I exist!” Michael laughed.

“Dude, stop selling’ yourself short. You’re a good guy with some excellent job prospects after you graduate next year. What girl wouldn’t be all over that? And if a girl isn’t all over that, you don’t want her anyway!”

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Ladies’ Geek.”

“Trust me, just chat her up next time you see her. I don’t care when or where it is, introduce yourself and see what happens. You might even be able to get her to go with you to the Valentine’s Day dance in the student union building.”

“No point; I bet she’s got a boyfriend.”

“Don’t hurt to ask, does it?”

“Whatever…”


The next afternoon, Michael arrived at the GameStop on the outskirts of campus. For some odd reason, he felt nervous. He reasoned it was likely just because of a new and unknown situation; once he tried this group out, he had little doubt he’d like it. As he walked in to the shop, he was pleasantly surprised to see at least a dozen people there, all seated at tables. A couple of them were engrossed in discussions or trading card games, but the majority had their 3DS systems out and ready. After a moment, an overweight man with long greasy hair greeted Michael.

“What’s up? You here for the League?”

“Uh, yeah. Thought I’d give it a shot, see what it’s all about,” Michael replied.

“Cool. I’m Eric, the Almighty President of the A U Pokémon League,” the man said with pride. “That’s an official title, by the way.”

“Good to meet you,” Michael answered, hiding his immediate dislike for the man. “Name’s Michael.”

“Lemme show ya around. The rules here are pretty simple,” Eric said, pointing to a poster on the wall.

1. The terms of any battle or trade must be discussed and agreed upon by all parties beforehand.
2. If terms are not discussed, all battles are assumed to take place under standard Overuse (O U) rules in the case of singles or video game championships (VGC) rules for doubles.
3. Any and all disputes will be settled by the Almighty President of the A U Pokémon League.
4. Absolutely no rage quitting; either forfeit or see the battle through to the end. The first offense will result in a warning, second offense will be probation and temporary suspension, and the third offense will result in the player being banned from the League.
5. The Almighty President of the A U Pokémon League may be challenged for leadership at any time by any law-abiding member.
6. These rules may be amended as the Almighty President sees fit, but rules 5 and 6 may not be changed.

“Huh… I like rule four,” Michael remarked. “That’s what brought me here.”

“You’re not alone in that,” Eric replied. “Rage quitting is a huge problem with online gaming, and probably more so with Pokémon than with many other games. In Call of Duty, for instance, a single rage quitter often goes unnoticed. If he’s doing that bad, neither team is likely to miss him. But Pokémon is always one-on-one, so any rage quit ends the match altogether.”

“At least Nintendo is trying to do something about it lately, forcing rage quitters to stay offline for a while before they can play again.”

“Only in ranked battles,” Eric corrected him. “In free battles, there’s nothing stopping them. Anyway, looks like everyone’s paired up for now, but feel free to watch. If anything opens up, you can jump in.”

“What about her?” Michael asked, seeing a girl sitting alone at a table in the far corner of the shop.

“Dude, you don’t want to play her,” Eric said, the disgust apparent in his voice.

“Why not?”

“She cheats. Nobody can figure out how, of course, so we can’t kick her out. But nobody can come close to beating her, and as good as the guys that come here are, she has to be cheating.”

Not believing Eric for one second, Michael replied, “I’ll take my chances.”

“Whatever, dude. Your funeral.”

Despite his promise to “show Michael around,” Eric returned to his seat and began a battle with another member. Michael stared for a moment, watching the pretty brunette with thick glasses seated next to Eric. The way she was hanging on his every move, they had to be an item. Still, Michael could have sworn he saw something in her eyes. It could have been sadness, but it could also have been longing. Either way, Michael decided he wanted as little to do with Eric as possible; a part of him wished he had listened to Antonio. Still, the competition was bound to be better here than online. Turning towards the lone table in the back corner, Michael froze as he realized something.

“Holy shit… it’s her!” he muttered to himself.

Sitting alone at the table was the same girl from the basketball games. Her strawberry blonde hair was unmistakable, even if it was held up by a hair clip rather than in a ponytail. Now that he had his best look ever at this girl, Michael had to concentrate to keep from embarrassing himself with a public erection. Her face was the cutest thing he had ever seen, impish with a slightly rounded tip to her nose. On one side of her nose, he could see a piercing with a tiny faux diamond stud in it. Her front bangs were quite long and side swept over her right eye for a sultry look, even if that wasn’t what she was going for. She wore a black t-shirt with a picture of a very unhappy Princess Peach saying, “Rescue this.” Michael shook his head in disbelief. All this time he had thought this mystery girl a jock, but now, he couldn’t see her as anything other than what she apparently was: a gamer girl. Collecting his courage, he walked over to the open seat across from her.

“If you think I’m gonna fuck you just ‘cause I’m a gamer girl, fuck off. If you think I suck just ‘cause I’m a gamer girl, fuck off,” she muttered without even looking up.

Though Michael was taken aback by her cold remark, he replied, “Nothing like that, I just wanna play a game with you.”

“Right, but only ‘cause there’s nobody else available,” she snorted.

“Actually, I’d want to play you regardless. I’m told you’re good.”

“Pretty sure you were told I cheat.”

“I was, and I don’t believe that bullshit for one second.”

Shrugging, the girl replied, “Maybe you ought to believe it.”

“Only one way to find out, right?” Michael smirked, adjusting his glasses.

At last, she looked up at him, studying his face. “You seriously just wanna play? Nothing more?”

“Nothing more.”

“Fine. 6 on 6 single battle, standard Overuse rules.”

“Works for me,” Michael said as he powered up his Nintendo 3DS handheld gaming device.

Studying him again, she asked, “Do I know you from somewhere?”

Michael replied, “I don’t know if you do, but I’ve seen you around. You’re the trainer for the women’s basketball team, right?”

“That’s where I know you from! You’re the photographer I always see on the sidelines!”

“Yep. Michael Goldman, graphics design major and photographer for The Plainsman student newspaper,” he said, extending his hand.

She waited a moment before shaking it, saying, “Ashley Henderson, sports medicine major and your soon-to-be executioner.”

“Damn, little trash talker!” Michael chuckled.

Ashley’s eyebrows shot up at this. “Huh. Sorry, it’s just that… most guys can’t handle my trash talking. You’d think I had cut their balls off or something.”

“I’ve heard worse from twelve year old kids playing Call of Duty,” Michael snorted. “Ok, let me pull my team together…”

For most non-gamers, the first thing they think of when they are asked about Pokémon is the catchphrase, “Gotta catch ‘em all.” From this, it is easy to assume that the games are simple collectors games, catch them all to win the game. But for players like Michael and Ashley, who had both been playing the series since the first games came out in the 1990s, it went far deeper than that. They loved the competitive turn-based battles, finding joy in structuring different teams for different situations and going up against as many skilled opponents as they could. With six Pokémon per team, each with different roles to fill, the possibilities were endless. To them, it was like a massive game of chess in which you could customize your pieces to fit your play style. Don’t have any use for bishops? Trade them in for an extra knight or two. Every decision had advantages and drawbacks, and as in chess, victory often hinged on which player could accurately predict what their opponent was going to do and when.

In Pokémon, every combatant has either one or two elemental types, each of which has its own strengths and weaknesses. For example, Fire types are strong against Grass types, but weak against Water types. Water is strong against Fire and weak against Grass, while Grass is strong against Water and weak against Fire. With eighteen different elemental types to choose from, crafting a team strong and varied enough to handle anything that comes along is essential. Further, each Pokémon could fill different roles on the team. Some are quite fast with powerful attacks, known as “sweepers.” These offensive Pokémon are the basis for most teams, eschewing defensive capabilities for the ability to pressure the opponent with their sheer damage output. Others have little to no offensive presence, known as “supporters.” They possess a variety of moves that can indirectly disrupt the opponent’s strategy. Finally, there are “bulky” combatants with little to no speed but incredible defenses. Such Pokémon are often capable of filling either an offensive role or a defensive support role, depending on the overall team strategy.

At the pregame preparation screen, images of the teams Michael and Ashley had chosen appeared. Michael had gone with his favorite bulky attacking team. Most of his Pokémon weren’t fast, but could take some damage and dish right back, once they had the chance to boost their attacking power. For several seconds, he studied Ashley’s team in an effort to figure out what her overall strategy would be. Her team seemed all over the place, possessing a couple of fast sweepers, but also several members known for their defensive stalling abilities. He didn’t know what to make of it, but the battle was about to start, so he would have to figure it out as he went.

Michael led off with his Ice type Pokémon, Alolan Ninetales. Though frail, this Pokémon was very fast and possessed the ability to summon a hailstorm once it entered the field. Further, its Aurora Veil technique would boost the defenses of his entire team, giving them the edge as Michael got them in position to take Ashley’s team down. Unfortunately, Ashley had predicted this exact strategy, leading off with her Celesteela, a bulky Steel and Flying Pokémon. Michael now was faced with a difficult choice. Ninetales was faster and could easily set up Aurora Veil, but would also be taken out of the game with a single hit from Celesteela. Deciding not to sacrifice his best supporter so early, he pulled Ninetales back onto the bench in favor of his Magnezone.

Magnezone was a staple for most of Michael’s competitive teams. A Steel and Electric type, it possessed the ability to trap other steel types and prevent them from being pulled back onto the bench, as he had done with his Ninetales. Thus, Celesteela was forced to remain in the game, ensuring it would soon fall to Magnezone’s electric attacks, which were twice as effective against it. But once again, Ashley had predicted this exact action and was ready for it. Rather than attack with Celesteela, as Michael had anticipated, she had it use a boosting move to increase its otherwise slow speed. This would ensure that it could attack Magnezone first in the next turn, while Michael had used up his first turn to switch to Magnezone, rendering him unable to retaliate. Still, Magnezone’s attacks were powerful enough that Celesteela shouldn’t survive more than a single hit, Michael reminded himself.

That, of course, was when disaster struck. Celesteela is a Pokémon capable of learning a wide variety of attacks, even if they don’t match up with its own types of Steel and Flying. One sneaky move is to teach it a Fire type attack, and this is precisely what Ashley had done with hers. The Flamethrower attack hit Michael’s Magnezone for twice the damage, due to it being a Steel type, and reduced its HP to 0 with a single strike. Michael was dumbfounded by the surprise attack, but had no time to recover. Upon achieving a knockout, Celesteela’s special ability came into play and boosted its attacking power. Now, Michael knew he was in trouble.

“Oh, shit…”

“Aw, you gonna go crying to your mommy?” Ashley teased him.

“I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve,” Michael shot back.

“Good. You’re gonna need ‘em.”

Michael took a few moments to consider his options. As Magnezone was who he was relying on to defeat Ashley’s Celesteela, he was forced to change tactics and sent out his Tapu Fini, one of his more defensive players. Celesteela immediately fired off a powerful attack, but Michael’s Tapu Fini managed to weather the hit and launch a Water type attack. As Michael had hoped would happen, its Muddy Water attack had the additional effect of lowering Celesteela’s accuracy, and the next attack missed completely as a result. After lowering Celesteela’s accuracy once more, Tapu Fini succumbed the next turn, but Michael could sense the tide turning, in spite of the score being six to four against him. Michael’s next Pokémon was his Alolan Marowak, a Fire and Ghost type with incredible attacking power. Even though Celesteela was faster than Marowak by far, its first two attacks missed, allowing Marowak an easy knockout with its Fire Punch.

“Not over yet,” Michael grinned.

“Eh, Celesteela had done its job; no biggie,” Ashley shrugged.

From then on, the two played an even match for the most part. Ashley brought out one of her only fast sweepers, Garchomp, to force Marowak out, but Michael switched to his most defensive Pokémon, Mandibuzz, who took the hit with little effort. This allowed him to pivot back to Ninetales and set up Aurora Veil to boost his defenses. Garchomp opted not to retreat in spite of the type disadvantage against Ninetales and narrowly managed to defeat the Ice type with a critical hit. But as it had sustained heavy damage, Michael brought out his ace-in-the-hole, Scizor. The Bug and Steel Pokémon was not fast, but bolstered a massive attack stat and a powerful priority move, Bullet Punch. Priority moves allow the user to move before other Pokémon regardless of speed, making them highly valued in competitive battling. A single hit was all it took to remove Garchomp from play.

“Making a comeback,” Michael teased.

“We’ll see about that.”

Ashley next sent out her Clefable, a Fairy type Pokémon. While Michael’s Scizor would normally have the advantage against Clefable, he suspected she had something unexpected ready, based on how the battle had gone so far. After benching Scizor in favor of his Marowak, Michael was pleased to see that he had guessed right; Clefable had used a Flamethrower attack, which would have obliterated Scizor in a single hit. But Marowak, being a Fire type, took the hit with ease and retaliated with a powerful hit of its own on the next turn, forcing Clefable to retreat. Its replacement, Gyarados, was more than capable of handling Marowak, and Michael suspected it was Ashley’s strongest player.

“Time for Mega Gyarados!” Ashley grinned.

In competitive Pokémon battles, each team is allowed one Mega Evolution, which is a supremely powerful Pokémon able to increase its strength far beyond its normal capabilities. Gyarados was Ashley’s Mega, while Scizor was Michael’s. As Marowak was outmatched against the Water and Dark type, Michael pulled it back in favor of his Scizor. Ashley did as he expected and used a boosting move with her Mega Gyarados, but Mega Scizor was still able to tank the next attack and retain about a third of its overall HP. Scizor retaliated with a powerful Bug type attack to severely wound Gyarados, followed by an easy priority attack to take it down before it could do further damage.

“Fuck,” Ashley muttered, seeing he was better than most.

Clefable came off the bench once more, but Michael shifted back to his Marowak as he had done before. At this point, Michael gained a massive advantage when he predicted that Ashley would switch to her Buzzwole, a powerful Bug and Fighting type. Marowak hit Buzzwole with a devastating Fire Punch as soon as it switched in, knocking it out with a single hit. Clefable came back once again and finally managed to take Marowak down. Still, Michael had gained the upper hand in the momentum of the battle, and managed to take down Clefable with his Mandibuzz. Just like that, Ashley had only one Pokémon remaining to face Michael’s two.

“Well, well, well… nobody’s ever gotten me in a corner like this,” Ashley grinned.

“I aim to please,” Michael replied.

“Too bad. I aim to win.”

Ashley’s final Pokémon was Tapu Koko, a very fast Electric and Fairy type. Though Michael’s Mandibuzz had taken a hit or two, it was bulky enough to be able to land a light hit before being taken down by Tapu Koko’s Thunderbolt attack, leaving only Michael’s Mega Scizor. Still, Michael’s ace turned out to be just what he needed, as his priority Bullet Punch negated Tapu Koko’s greatest advantage: its speed. While Tapu Koko was fast enough to always have the first attack, Scizor managed to launch a powerful priority strike that took advantage of its weak defenses, knocking Tapu Koko out and winning the game for Michael.

“And that’s that,” Michael said with a smile.

“Shit,” Ashley grumbled, not at all happy with the result. To her surprise, Michael’s hand appeared in front of her.

“Good game,” he said.

Ashley seemed confused for a moment, but soon regained enough presence of mind to give Michael a light handshake.

“Yeah, you’re good. That Scizor is no pushover,” she admitted.

“He’s been my ace for over a decade,” Michael said with pride. “He’s my best partner in the game.”

“Nice. Um, I guess I’ll be going…”

“Huh? Why? Got somewhere to be?” Michael asked. He had been hoping for a rematch with her.

“No, but… well, I won’t be welcome here anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

Sighing, Ashley leaned close to him and whispered, “Eric’s been looking for an excuse to run me off. Losing to a new member just might do the trick.”

“Yeah, but they don’t know which one of us won, do they?” Michael grinned.

“What do you mean?”

“If that asshole wants you out so bad, I’m not gonna do anything to help. You’re the best I’ve played in months!”

“Uh, thanks,” Ashley replied with a tiny smile.

“So, can I ask why you keep coming? I mean, if these guys treat you so badly, why put up with it?” Michael asked.

Ashley shrugged. “I don’t have much of a social life. No boyfriend, no other clubs, just classes, working as a trainer, and this. Gaming has always been pretty special to me; it’s how I relax my mind. But to be honest, the real reason I keep coming back is her.”

Seeing her point to the girl sitting next to Eric, Michael asked, “What about her?”

“That’s Sophia. Eric would say she’s his girlfriend, but I’d more call her his servant,” Ashley replied with disgust. “She may not look it, but she’s incredibly socially awkward and has a lot of anxiety. She came here in desperation, looking for somewhere to belong. Eric said he’d provide it, if she did exactly as he told her to. They’ve been ‘together’ ever since. He treats her like shit, and is only giving her the most rudimentary information about the game to make sure she doesn’t get too good. In Eric’s mind, Sophia is what a gamer girl should be. Me? I’m a stupid girl who doesn’t know her place.”

“You’re waiting for a chance to try and help her, aren’t you?” Michael realized.

“Yeah, but it’s not easy. She clings to Eric, as if all ability for her to socialize would crumble if she lost him. And if he were to see me trying to befriend her, I doubt it would end well.”

“That’s really big of you, wanting to help her like that,” Michael smiled.

“Well, I have my cousin to thank, I guess,” Ashley remarked.

“How do you mean?”

“I grew up next door to my cousin, Sam. He has mild Asperger’s Syndrome, kind of like Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory. He’s always been really awkward, but with genius-level intellect. He loved video games growing up and introduced me to them. That was how I bonded with him, and how I got so good at Pokémon. I’m good, but he’s the master.”

“I can imagine,” Michael chuckled.

“Anyway, it was bonding with him that made me realize how gaming can be such an awesome way to connect with other people, especially those with zero social skills. Seeing Eric use gaming to control and stifle Sophia… it disgusts me.”

“I completely agree.”

Ashley was more than Michael could have ever dreamed of. Not just beautiful, but also smart, witty, self-assured, and with a heart of gold deep down. And no boyfriend! That didn’t mean she was a lesbian, did it? He reasoned she was not. Otherwise, why mention it? As they chatted, Antonio’s words kept playing over and over in Michael’s head.

Just see what happens.

Figuring he had nothing to lose, Michael said, “So… can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?” Ashley replied, cocking her eyebrow.

Michael was now beet red with embarrassment and sweating like crazy. “Well… there’s a Valentine’s Day dance at the student union building tomorrow… or at least, that’s what I’ve heard. And… if you’re not busy… I was wondering… w-would you maybe w-want to go? With me?”

Though Ashley was flattered, her subconscious worried that this might be a setup and kicked into defense mode. After all, every guy that had ever shown any interest in her was only after the one thing. She hadn’t exactly had the best taste in men over the years, but even the nicest ones tried to control her with sex, sooner or later. With that fear entering her mind, her face twisted and grimaced.

“So, that’s your game? You beat me once and think I’m obligated to go out with you? That it?” she answered dryly.

“Huh? What?”

“I can’t believe all you guys are the same,” Ashley sighed. “Pretend to respect my gaming skills all so you can get in my pants…”

“N-No, that’s not it at all,” Michael began to protest, but he could see the look in her eyes. He knew he wasn’t winning this one. Resigned to his crash-and-burn, he stood. “I’m very sorry for offending you,” he mumbled turning to leave.

Ashley’s stomach twisted at seeing the look on Michael’s face. All of a sudden, she knew how hurtful her words had been to him. All he had done is ask her out, and she had replied with cold indifference and a terrible accusation. Worst of all, there was no proof that Michael was that sort of guy at all. As he was about to go, she reached across the table and grabbed his wrist.

“Wait. Please, stay. I’m… I’m sorry, Michael. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I don’t want to bug you,” he said quietly.

“You’re not. I just… have a seat. I’ll try to explain.” As Michael sat back down, Ashley continued, “As you can imagine, I deal with a lot of prejudice in my everyday life. To be honest, some of the worst of it comes from the gaming community.”

“Case in point, Eric,” Michael nodded.

“Yeah. I guess dealing with that prejudice has kind of fueled my own prejudices. I assumed you were just like every other guy I’ve gamed with, plus I haven’t exactly made the best choices in boyfriends in the past. Still, that’s no excuse for me assuming you’re exactly the same. I’m sorry, Michael.”

“Apology accepted,” he replied with a grin.

“So… can I ask why you’d want to go to that dance at all? I mean, it’s gonna be flooded with sorostitutes and fratdaddies! You know, all the popular kids that made our lives hell throughout school. Why play into that?”

Michael said, “I think it’s ‘cause I never went to my prom in high school. I didn’t have a date, but I was determined to go no matter what. But then, two weeks beforehand, several of the seniors on the Student Government Association decided to pull the prank of all pranks: they stole the principal’s car. They were only going to deck it out in tin cans and whatnot, but then they got into a bad wreck and totaled it. The principal was so pissed that she cancelled all remaining senior activities, including prom. I guess I just wanted to have that sort of experience for once.”

Ashley smiled. “That’s so cute. An idealistic dreamer.”

Smirking, Michael replied, “All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity.”

Recognizing the quote, Ashley continued, “But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”

“This, I did,” they both finished in unison.

Giggling a bit, Ashley said, “You’re something else, quoting T. E. Lawrence.”

“Yep, specifically used in Uncharted 3: Drake’s Deception,” Michael replied.

“Ooh, I love that series!”

“Ditto. Great stories and characters… though I do sometimes need a violent romp through a Call of Duty game to blow off steam.”

“Same here,” Ashley agreed. “You any good?”

“I have a longstanding love affair with Call of Duty,” Michael answered. “That, however, does not make me good at the game.”

“A gamer that admits he’s not the master at something? You are something of a unicorn, Michael.”

“Thanks,” he blushed.

Biting her lower lip, Ashley said, “So… I’ve got a proposition for you.”

“And that would be?”

“Play me once more in Pokémon. If you win, I’ll go to the dance with you.”

Michael’s eyebrows shot up at this, but as much as he wanted to accept then and there, he had the presence of mind to ask, “And if you win?”

“If I win, I get your Scizor.”

Michael almost balked at this offer. It wasn’t that his Scizor was unique or difficult to get in the video games; he could get another one with little problem. Rather, it was due to sentimental reasons. He had been using this particular Scizor for over ten years, all the way back to Pokémon Platinum. It had been his ace on nearly every competitive team he had built over that time, and letting it go would be tough. He was certain she knew this based on his previous statements. Still, he’d have been a damned fool to turn down a chance with a girl like Ashley. After a moment’s consideration, he stuck his hand out.

“Agreed.”

They shook on it, and their rematch began. This time, both had a better feel for what the other was going to do, resulting in a very even bout. Knowing how huge a threat the Celesteela was, Michael planned a brilliant trap to take it out before it could do much damage. Ashley battled back, sweeping Michael’s next two Pokémon with her Buzzwole, which hadn’t had much of a chance to do anything in their previous match. Michael finally brought in his Marowak, taking down Buzzwole and Clefable in quick succession. Her Garchomp finished off Michael’s Marowak and Mandibuzz, leaving only his Scizor to face her final three Pokémon. Garchomp was no problem, weak from battling two Pokémon already, but both Mega Gyarados and Tapu Koko were at full health. Thanks to a couple of well-timed attack boosts, Michael managed to down Mega Gyarados with just over half its HP remaining.

As Tapu Koko came out for the final pairing, Michael knew he was going to win. Scizor’s attack power had more than doubled from the previous boosts, and its opponent had a very weak defense. One shot with a priority Bullet Punch would be plenty to end the match. But as Scizor attacked, Tapu Koko’s health bar stopped depleting just shy of a knockout. Michael slapped his forehead at realizing that Tapu Koko was holding a special item: the Focus Sash. It’s an item used by frail Pokémon with no defenses, guaranteed to let them survive a single hit, provided they are at full health. That hadn’t been revealed in their previous match due to a couple of his Pokémon going up against it. To make matters worse, Tapu Koko now unleashed its Hidden Power attack, a special attack that could be customized to any element, in this case, Fire. It didn’t matter how strong Scizor might be; a single Fire type attack was plenty to bring him down. A moment later, the screen faded to black, showing Ashley’s team as victorious.

“Son of a bitch,” Michael muttered in disbelief.

“That’ll teach you to mess with me,” Ashley grinned, sticking her tongue out at him.

Without a word, Michael initiated a trade request with Ashley, depositing his Scizor into the system. “A deal’s a deal. Just… use him well. He’s been with me a long time.”

Michael stared at the screen, waiting for his ace to disappear onto Ashley’s 3DS, when a message appeared at the bottom of the screen.

Trade request canceled. Please wait…

“Huh?”

Ashley reached across the table, placing her hand on Michael’s. “I didn’t really want your Scizor, but I had to know how serious you were about asking me out,” she explained. “That seemed an easy way to see for sure.”

Michael shook his head. “Ashley, this game is one of my favorite pastimes, but I’d be a certifiable idiot if I let some piece of data in a video game keep me from asking out the most awesome girl I’ve ever met in my life.”

“You… mean that?” she asked as she began to blush.

“Yeah, I do.”

With a sly grin on her face, Ashley packed up her game system and grabbed her backpack. As she walked past Michael, she slipped him a scrap of paper and whispered, “Pick me up at seven tomorrow.”

“Will do,” Michael replied, finding her address and phone number on the paper.

As Ashley approached the door of the GameStop, Eric stood and blocked her path. “You beating’ up on my new members, bitch?” he growled.

“None of your business, shithead,” Ashley huffed, pushing past him.

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t come back,” he continued as she left. Turning back towards Michael’s table, Eric approached and asked, “What happened? Did you beat her?”

“No way,” Michael answered.

“You sure? I thought I saw you two making goo-goo eyes.”

“It’s called a distraction, and it didn’t work. She kicked my ass,” Michael reiterated.

“I warned ya not to play her…”

“Eh, it happens.”

“Well, anyway… I’ve got a solution to the problem with her. Next time she comes, she won’t be a problem,” Eric remarked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Michael wondered.

“Don’t worry about. Just trust in your Almighty President; he’ll take care of you,” Eric replied, grinning and slapping Michael on his back.

Yeah, I’ll bet, Michael thought to himself.

To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts for Sex Stories.

Sorting things out with my parents.

Based on a post  by SquattingEagle. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

Now that morning had arrived, it was finally time to learn who this unknown blonde goddess really was.

The

early morning sun shone in through the many cracks and holes in the

weathered planks that made up the roof and siding of the dusty old barn,

bathing everything inside in a dim, yellowish light. The girl was still

sleeping peacefully, with her head on my shoulder and her arm draped

around my chest, her breathing regular and deep and slow. Because of how

she was lying, I still couldn’t see much of her face, and what I could

see was largely obscured by the curly wisps of blonde hair.

It

was still very early in the morning, and the world was still quiet and

asleep. I lay awake in the hay for some time, listening to her breathe

and enjoy the feeling of her warm, naked body against mine. As I studied

the girl’s features, I realized she was not a lamb anymore. The thick

woolen sweater lay discarded in the hay behind her, and of course she’d

already given me her sheep’s tail after our first meeting. During the

night, her headband with the lamb ears had come off, and even the black

make-up had rubbed off her nose and upper lip. Like in the legend, my

true love had transformed from a sheep back into a real girl.

The

horse blanket lay loosely draped over our bodies, hiding her from my

sight. Though I didn’t want to wake her up, I couldn’t resist taking a

little peek underneath the blanket. I carefully lifted our covering and

got my first view of her gorgeous young body. I wasn’t disappointed. She

had the physique of a swimmer, or maybe a distance-runner. Lean, toned

and extremely well proportioned. She had a small but curvy bottom with a

cute pair of dimples at the base of her spine and a slim waist that

gave her a pleasing hour-glass figure. I could see only part of her

breasts, but I liked what I saw. The apple-sized breasts were nothing

short of perfection, as I had always known they would be. They were

pale, with small reddish-pink nipples that pointed slightly upward and

just begged to be kissed and nibbled on

I vividly remembered how

soft the smooth skin of her creamy globes had felt underneath my hands

and the way her little nipples had stiffened between my lips. My cock

also remembered, and was growing once again. My balls had replenished

their supply of cum and my body was getting ready to have sex with the

girl once more.

But, as much as I wanted to crawl between those

well-toned legs and renew a few of last night’s memories, I simply

couldn’t do it; my love was sleeping too lovely. I consoled myself with

the knowledge that I would have all day and maybe the rest of my life to

kiss and admire her. I draped the blanket back over her shoulders and

gave her a kiss on her head.

With every minute that I lay there,

the need to know who the girl in my arms was became stronger. I didn’t

mind having to wait until she woke up to hear my love’s name, but I

could not stand another moment without knowing what her face looked

like. I carefully lifted her arm off my chest and wiped the curly

strands from her face. The girl mumbled softly in her sleep and tilted

her head a little back in reaction to my soft touch. As I lay eyes on

the girl’s angelic face, my feeling of happiness turned into sheer

terror. The nameless goddess I had met and made passionate love with in

the dark, the girl I assumed to be my one true love, was none other than

my own little sister Lizzy.

I had committed incest with my little sister! And what was perhaps even worse, I had enjoyed it immensely.

It

was unreal. I didn’t even know my younger sister was going to take part

in sheep-shaggin’ this year. Sure, Lizzy was old enough, but she never

seemed to show any interest in boys. She always seemed to enjoy spending

her evenings at home and reading her books better than going out and

meet people. Every once in a while, her friends pressured her into going

on a date with someone, but those dates never progressed into something

more, and as far as I knew, she was still a virgin. Until tonight, that

is.

Silently I cursed my luck. Not merely because I had shagged a

sheep that turned out to be my sister, but mostly because I knew I had

hopelessly fallen in love with her. Even now, I longed to kiss her

again, to show her my love and feel loved in return. I was being

tormented by the conflicting feelings inside me. Never had I met someone

that made me feel like I did when I first kissed Lizzy, and never had I

enjoyed making love with someone half as much as with my little sister.

Sex with her was not merely physical; we had connected in a way I had

never known before. Making Lizzy happy and giving her pleasure was the

best feeling I ever had, better even that the carnal sensation of making

love with her.

Yet, she was my little sister, and that made

everything I wanted impossible. The things we had done when we were

strangers in the dark were bad enough, willfully doing it with my sister

would be; immoral.

Lizzy was still sleeping peacefully, unaware

of the unspeakable things we had done during the night. Looking at her,

it wasn’t difficult to see why I had not recognized my sister in the

darkness. She had left her thick-rimmed glasses at home, bleached her

hair and used mom's curling iron to give her a perm like a sheep's coat.

I had to admit, the result was absolutely stunning. Gone was the little

bookworm and in her place was now a sexy blonde knockout, delicately

beautiful, but with a killer body. Nevertheless, though Lizzy may have

looked like a completely different girl, I had to accept that she still

was, and always would be, my little sister. Nothing could ever change

that.

I managed to disentangle myself from my sister’s limbs

without waking her and crawled out of the haystack. The only way to

protect Lizzy from this humiliation and possible mental trauma was to

get as far away from here as possible, before she woke up. Until now,

the darkness and her farsightedness had kept my identity concealed from

her, but I knew my anonymity wouldn’t last another minute once she woke

up, even in the early morning light. I carefully gathered all my

belongings, and made sure I hadn’t left anything that might implicate

me. I had to go. Now. Really.

Casting one long, last glance at

Lizzy, I realized that I was about to leave behind the girl that was

everything I could ever want in a woman. She was stunningly beautiful,

with a body that was made to worship, but at the same time she was funny

and smart and had the most caring personality; sweet, pure and

innocent.

Walking away from her was perhaps the hardest thing I

ever had to do. I gave my love a farewell kiss on the lips and inhaled

her scent for a last time. She mumbled softly in her sleep as I kissed

her, but luckily, she didn't fully wake up. Knowing I had pushed my luck

as far as possible, I picked up my gear and tiptoed out of the barn.

I

didn’t feel like going home, there was still too much going on in my

head. For the next hour or so I roamed the coastline, climbing over the

rocks and crossing the beaches as I tried to clear my head. It was to no

avail. I was still troubled and confused when I snuck into the home.

It

was still early in the morning, and I could really use another couple

of hours rest, but I was not ready to go back to bed. I took a can of

beer from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table. Last night had

been both the best and worst night of my life. I had fallen in love with

a girl, only to learn I could never be with her. There were literally

thousands of girls on this island, and yet, the only one I wanted was my

own little sister.

Then, as I opened a second can, my thoughts

drifted to Amanda. I had all but forgotten about my cheating slut of an

ex-girlfriend. I opened my wallet and took out her photo, the photo that

had always been with me for the last three years, and I tore it in

half. Next I tore up the halves and then again and again, until her

picture was reduced to hundreds of tiny pieces, nothing but a heap of

confetti. Feeling a little better, I put my wallet back in my pocket.

Besides

my wallet, there was another object in my pocket. It was a woolly tail,

the sheep’s tail Lizzy had worn under her skirt and given to me after

our first meeting. I pulled the keepsake out of my pocked and let the

soft fur run through my fingers while I recalled some of last night’s

events. Thinking of her was mental torture, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Every time I closed my eye, I saw Lizzy’s beautifully sculpted body and I

remembered the touch and taste of her skin. Most of all, I remembered

the way she had kissed me, hungrily and sincerely, and with a promise of

more to come. There wasn't anything about her I didn't like, and there

were so many things left to explore. If only...

I walked back to

the fridge and looked inside. There was a whole six-pack waiting for me.

I decided it'd be better that, instead of taking a third can of beer,

I'd go upstairs and take a cold shower. Getting drunk now would be

stupid and dangerous.

A little later I lay down on my bed and

waited for sleep to come. The shower hadn’t done a thing to calm me

down, and the alcohol hadn’t helped either. Finally, after a lot of

tossing and turning, sleep came. Not much later I was roused again by

the smell of bacon and coffee.

“Good

morning Jethro” mom greeted me as I stumbled into the kitchen. She

pulled back a chair for me and put down a plate with toast, scrambled

eggs and bacon in front of me. “Dig in”

“Thanks” I groaned groggily.

She

sat down opposite of me and slowly sipped from her mug of tea. I knew

there was something on her mind, but she was unsure how to bring it up.

“So, err; You left a bit of a mess last night” she said after a while.

“I'm sorry. I know you don't like me drinking, but I'm old enough and I’ll pay for it if you want.”

“You don’t have to pay for anything. And that’s not what I meant anyway. I was talking about the photo.”

I looked up. “Photo?”

“That picture of Amanda, torn into tiny pieces. I guess last night didn't go too well?”

“No. Not at all. I've had it with her.”

“You're breaking up with her?”

“Yes”

“Oh, my; What happened?”

“I

don't want to talk about it” I said, knowing full well mom wouldn't

back off until I had told her the whole story. She had the tenacity of

an inquisitor.

“I'm sorry Jethro. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. I was thinking about breaking up with her anyway.”

“Oh, why's that?”

“I don't know; we've been drifting apart. She's changed.”

“That's too bad; She wasn't there?”

“Oh, she was there alright” I growled over my cup of coffee.

“Did you have a fight?”

“No, we didn't fight. Didn't even speak.”

“Then what happened?”

I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

“Please tell me, what happened?”

“Okay;

well. So, I was out looking for Mandy, and one of the first places I

looked was the pond in Jack’s grove. You know the place?”

Mom nodded.

“It’s

always been one of our special places, and I really thought I would

find her there. Well, sure enough, there was a lamb that looked like

Amanda, and I kissed her. But when I asked, she bleated like she didn’t

know me. So, I moved on and kept searching for hours.”

“Hmm; and then what happened?”

“Well, the thing is, that girl in Jacks grove, it was Amanda.”

“She was? Why would she do that?”

“I

didn’t know that either, but I found out later. Before I went home, I

went back to Jack’s grove, to see if I hadn’t missed her. The small

pasture by the pond was packed with people. There were at least thirty

guys, and Mandy was there, and so was Diane. They were both naked and

having sex with all those guys, fucking two and three at a time, one

after another” I blurted out.

“Oh, I'm so sorry baby” she said, hugging me tightly.

“Thanks mom.”

Suddenly

I felt like crying. I missed the good old days of being a kid and not

have to worry about life. The days that mom’s hugs cured every pain, and

I could still play innocently with my sister without dreaming of her

sweet kisses and her perfect naked body.

“I never liked that girl, Diane. I bet it’s all her doing” mom said as she sat down again.

I shrugged my shoulders and stirred my eggs.

“Remember, there are many girls that are much nicer than Amanda”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Hi there,” dad greeted me as he entered the kitchen. “Wow, you look like you've had a rough night”

“He and Amanda broke up last night”

“Breaking up at Sheep-shaggin’? Are you daft?”

“Please, be a bit more sensitive, Dan”

“Why?

He doesn't seem to mind it much. Anyway, all I’m saying is, if he had

dumped her just one day sooner, he'd be single for Sheep-shaggin’, which

is the best night to be single. I bet he could have shagged over half a

dozen lambs. You know, when I was his age-”

A stern look from my mother shut him up quickly.

“I'm sorry son. You'll eventually get over her” he said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“I am over her.”

“Well then. Onwards and upwards, I say.”

He drank his cup of coffee and grabbed a sticky bun.

It

wasn’t a lie, I honestly was over Amanda. Now I had to get over Lizzy,

which might prove to be a more difficult, if not impossible task. All I

could think about was my poor, sweet little sister, waking up alone in

Jim’s barn. During the night, our bodies had made a promise, and I had

broken it.

“Are you?” mom asked suddenly.

“Am I what?”

“Are you really over Mandy?”

“Yes!”

“Then what's eating you?”

Damn it mom, you really don't want to know.

“I err; never mind”

“Just tell me what happened, son?”

I sighed. I might as well tell her. She’d find out one way or another anyhow.

“Well; last night I met this other girl and we; you know”

“We know, don't we?” mom said, winking to dad.

“Sheep-shaggin’” he replied.

“Was this after you found out about Amanda?”

“Ehm yes; and also; before”

“Also? Like, twice?”

I nodded, blushing.

“So, you must have really liked her?”

“Yes, I did, more than I’d like to admit, but;”

“You did; Then what's the problem?”

I took a deep breath and spilled my secret.

“I err; well, this girl; it was Lizzy”

“Lizzy? Like, our Lizzy?”

I nodded. “But in my defense, I didn't know it was her at the time”

“Jethro;” mom chuckled, slowly shaking her head.

Dad

was less considerate. He burst out in laughter, so hard his eyes were

tearing up. “Oh boy, you really screwed the pooch this time” he

snickered. “Though I must admit, son, you really have a fine taste in

women. My compliments!”

Mom slapped his arm, silencing his snickering.

“I’m sorry, mom. I didn’t mean for it to happen”

“It’s okay, Jethro. That’s sheep-shaggin’, I’m sure something like this happens a dozen times every year.”

She

was probably right, as always. Who knows how many guys shagged a niece

or sister in the dark, and never got to find out like I did. Why did I

have to go back, and fall for her like that?

“Not like this, I mean, she; I…”

Mom sighed and nodded. She read me like a book. I didn’t have to tell her how badly I was in love with my little sister.

“Does Lizzy know it was you?”

“I don't think so. It was dark when we were, you know; intimate. And I left at sunrise, while she was still sleeping.”

“You ran off?”

“Yes, I didn’t want her to know it was me.”

“Why?”

“Because. I was scared it would upset her”

“No; You shouldn’t have done that”

“No?”

“You

men…” she sighed, shaking her head. “Whatever you do Jethro, just; be

careful you don’t break her heart” mom said. “She's a delicate, sweet

girl and she’s had a crush on you for a really long time”

I nearly choked in my coffee. “She’s what?”

“You men are just too thick. I don't know why we keep putting up with you”

“If you need a reminder, I'll take you upstairs and explain it to you” dad suggested.

Our conversation was cut short when my youngest sister barged into the kitchen.

“Good morning” Julie greeted us.

Mom and I said hello, while dad was still gasping for air. Of course, my sister sensed there was something going on.

“What did I miss? Something happened last night?”

“Jethro

sheepshagged Lizzy” dad said, unable to suppress a wide grin as he

informed his youngest daughter of my nightly indiscretion.

Julie

looked at me, then at mom then at me again. At sixteen, she was too

young to partake in the nocturnal activities of sheepshaggin, but of

course she knew what it was all about.

I nodded. “Mea Culpa”

“Oh my God! Does she know?” Julie asked wide-eyed.

“Not yet,” dad chuckled.

“Shall I go tell her?”

“Nobody's gonna tell Lizzy anything” I interjected.

“You sure? I don't think she'd mind. In fact-” Julie started to say.

”Please, don’t you start as well” I sighed.

“All I’m saying is;”

“Julie, give your brother a break” mom cut her off.

“But;”

“It’s his choice what to do. If Jethro decides to be an idiot, then we'll just have to accept that”

Once again, the argument was cut short. This time it was Lizzy who entered the kitchen.

“Hi mom, dad, Julie, Jethro”

God,

she was truly beaming. I've never seen her this cheerful. Or beautiful.

Also, the blond hair suited her really well, especially now that she

had showered, and her hair was straight again.

It was the first

time the rest of the family got to see her new looks, and the resulting

barrage of compliments masked the commotion my testimony had caused

earlier. Blissfully unaware of the moral quandary she was part of, she

sat down.

“Well, don’t you look joyful this morning” mom said.

“Found your true love, have you?” dad added, smirking like the cat that ate the canary.

Lizzy

nodded, a little embarrassed, but smiling. I noticed a few scratches on

her left cheek, probably from when she slumped onto the ground after I

fucked her senseless that first time by the rock wall. It reminded me to

hide the cuts on my hand before she’d identify them as her own

bitemarks.

“Tell us, who is the lucky boy?” He asked saccharine. His smile stayed on his face, even as mom kicked his shin under the table.

Oblivious, Lizzy sat down and continued her story.

“I don't know his name, but he is out there somewhere, and I'm sure I will find him again”

“I

know you will” mom said. “Sometimes, all you need is a kiss. When I

first kissed your father, I knew I’d never want to kiss another man but

him.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean” she said dreamy. “You know, I

didn’t even want to go on sheep-shaggin’, but I’m glad Linda made me do

it. At first there were a couple of guys, but I, you know, didn’t want

to. Not like that. And then I met him and when we kissed; It felt so

right, everything after that just sort of happened.”

“That’s how it should be, sweetie. Just follow your heart”

“I did; but mom, how did you know it was dad?”

“Well, the next morning, I woke up in his bed; and I never went away”

Her smile disappeared. “Oh;”

“He left, didn't he?” mom asked.

“Yes; does that mean he didn't like me?”

“No, it just means that he's an idiot. But then again, all men are. I'm sure he'll realize he made a mistake soon enough”

“I hope so. I've never felt this way about someone before”

As

Lizzy said this, mom looked at me. Without saying anything, she

conveyed her message: You break her heart, and I'll break your legs.

“Just let the spirit of Linus be your guide, and you might find him sooner than you think”

“I will, mom” she said and kissed her on the cheek. “Love you”

“Wait; do you actually want me to be with Lizzy?” I asked once my sister was out of hearing distance.

“Sure, you'd make a cute couple”

“But she's my sister” I said in absolute bewilderment.

“Jethro,”

mom sighed, “we live on an island. Almost everyone here is related in

one way or another. I could name a hundred couples that are relatives.

Close relatives too, and more than a few of them brother and sister,

like you and Lizzy. Do you think any of that matters when you truly love

someone? Heck, even our own family is so convoluted that your father

and I are second cousins, and if you go back in history only two more

generations, you’ll find that we are related in at least four more

ways.”

I had never thought about it, but I realized that in such a

small community, unions between members of the same family must be

almost inevitable. As a student of marine biology, I was well educated

in the principles of genetics and I knew that, although it generally was

inadvisable, having kids with a cousin or even a sibling actually

wasn’t nearly as dangerous or unfavorable as popularly assumed. The fact

that no genetic disorders prevailed on the island was prima-facie

evidence that mom might be onto something.

Still, I had to admit that I was feeling a little apprehensive about hooking up with my little sister.

“But what will the other people say?” I asked.

Mom looked at me disapprovingly. “I think I’ve raised you better than to care about other people's opinions”

“I err; I have to go” I said and fled to my room.

I

was staring at my books, reading the same words over and over again.

The conversation I had with my mother kept going back and forth in my

mind. Why the hell were both my parents so cavalier about us kids

fucking each other? They weren’t religious or even socially considerate.

But surely they weren’t trying to encourage me to fuck my sister!

“Hi” Lizzy said as she walked in my room “How are ya doing?”

“I'm fine”

“Mom

told me you broke up with Mandy” she said and hugged me in a sisterly

way. She smelled great. She felt great too, almost as great as she had

done last night. I hoped she couldn't feel my hands tremble or my heart

pound in my chest.

“Yeah, well; it was bound to happen anyway. Part of me is glad to be rid of her, if I’m honest”

“Good

for you. You're a great guy, and you deserve much better than her” she

said. “She wasn't right for you. I mean, if she really was your true

love, you wouldn't have had those doubts about her, right?”

“I don't know. She changed”

“People don't change, they just stop caring. She never was your true love”

“And since when are you such an expert on true love?”

She didn't really answer me, her smile told it all. She was in love, fallen head over heels for her mysterious lover.

“It's

like mom said. Sometimes, all you need to know if it is true love, is

just one kiss. Kisses don't lie, and a kiss tells more than a thousand

words. When I see my true love again, all I will need is one kiss and

I’ll know it's him”

“I hope you will,” I said, “but be careful, Lizzy, I don't want you all heartbroken over a guy you hardly know”

Her sunny face clouded over. “Can't you just be happy for me, for once?” she said as she released me from her hug.

“I am; but;”

“But what?”

“I err; I saw you last night”

“You saw us?” her expression now changed to curiosity. “Can you tell me who he is?”

I hesitatingly shook my head. I honestly couldn’t tell her.

“Tell me what you know”

“I'm not sure;”

“What did he look like?”

“He looked a lot like me, actually”

She looked up curiously. Her smile returned as she looked at me.

“I know” she said. “He's strong like you, too”

She

stroked my arm, feeling my biceps in an almost flirtatious way. “You

know, a girl could do a lot worse than someone like you”

She was smiling mysteriously as she stared at me for a moment.

“What?” I asked

“You know, I always, like, fancied you a bit.”

“I know, mom told me.”

“She did?”

“Yeah. She said I was an idiot for not noticing”

She nodded.

“and that we’d make a cute couple.”

“Yeah,

we would; If only you weren’t; Hey, did you know that mom and dad are

actually cousins? They have the same grandparents” she said suddenly.

I

chuckled softly and nodded. It appeared that mom had given my sister

the same speech as she had given me. Did mom genuinely believe Lizzy and

I belonged together? It seemed unbelievable, but what if she was right;

what if I was making a huge mistake by trying to hide my feelings for

my sister?

“If you see him again, you'll tell me, right?”

I was too conflicted to say what I wanted to, or to tell her what I had to. “Err yeah, sure.”

“Thanks.”

I

travelled by ferry, back to the campus that same evening and did my

best to keep my distance from my sister. Of course, it was impossible to

avoid her completely, I would see her every time I visited home. But

now that I had officially broken up with Amanda, I had an excuse to stay

away from home a little longer than I usually would. I knew I couldn’t

delay my visit forever, and honestly, I didn't want to either. As much

as I dreaded to face my little sister, the idea of not seeing her was

even worse.

A couple of times mom had called me and tried to talk

some sense into me. She was quite persistent, but so was I. I listened

to her arguments and then I tried to explain that I wasn’t doing it for

myself, but for Lizzy’s own good; that I wanted her to forget me, fall

in love again, and be happy. It was what I wanted, even if it meant that

I would be miserable and alone for the rest of my life. Knowing it was

pointless trying to convince me, my mother once more stated that I was

an idiot, and left it there. Despite our difference of opinions, I have

to give her credit for keeping her mouth shut to Lizzy, and keeping the

rest of the family in line too.

I knew that mom was right in many

things, and that my stubbornness was affecting all of our lives. It was

a good thing she didn’t know how badly I was doing. Since I couldn’t be

with Lizzy, I had no desire to be with anyone else either. I had lost

interest in all other people, romantically or socially. I was becoming

quite a recluse and shied away from all the activities I had enjoyed

before. I was aware of it, but I didn’t care. The impact my choice had

made on me was considerable, but it would all be worthwhile if Lizzy

would give up on me and moved on with her life.

Time was dragging

by slowly. Linus Day was more than a month ago, and my little sister

was still on my mind every waking moment and I dreamed of her at night.

There were moments when a stray whiff of perfume brought me back to that

moment when she lay in my arms, and I was still the luckiest guy on

earth.

I had to see her again, so the next weekend I went home

after a long time. It was hard to face my little sister, a lot harder

than I had expected. I knew I was messed up, but my own heartache was

nothing compared to the way Lizzy was suffering. I had hoped she would

be over me, if only a little bit, but as I saw her, it became evident

that I was wrong. She had not forgotten our nightly encounter, and she

would not give up seeking for her true love. It had changed her; the

fruitless search had made her moody and depressed. I didn’t stay home

long. I went back to college after only one day.

Three times I

made the trip home over the next weeks, and every time I was feeling

worse after. Another two months had passed, and now summer was

approaching, and with it, recess. Summer is when the island is at its

most beautiful. Fragrant wild flowers are flourishing in the fields, the

air is warm and the water not too cold. We’d go swimming, sailing, and

fishing. Normally I’d be looking forward to spending the summer at home,

but at this point I was actually contemplating to not go at all, as I

couldn’t bear to see my sister suffer. I was feeling like a complete

bastard for causing all this misery, and even more for abandoning her

when she needed me so badly.

Today I was feeling particularly

blue. I had fled the lecture hall halfway a three-hour lecture on the

reproductive cycle of jellyfish and was now sitting in my room, alone.

As I was trying to decide whether it was still too early to start

drinking, I noticed the small light on my cellphone was blinking as it

lay on my desk. I picked it up and saw that I had missed several calls

from home.

I called back and was answered almost immediately.

“Hi mom” I said, trying to disguise the dread I was feeling.

“Jethro?”

“Yes?”

“Is it a bad time?”

“No, I just got home, watching TV” I lied.

“I’ve got to talk to you” she said with an urgency in her voice that made me feel uneasy.

“What is it, mom?”

“It's about Lizzy, it's looking bad; really bad.”

My heart dropped, and she instantly had my complete attention.

“What happened mom?” I asked.

“You know she never stopped looking for you, right? I mean; since that night?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“She

was looking for you again last night; and; She never came home. We

called all her friends and looked everywhere, but we couldn’t find her.

This morning Uncle Jim phoned us and told us that he had found Lizzy

lying on the floor in his barn.”

Horrible images flashed through my mind. “No!”

“The

doctor said she collapsed from severe exhaustion and dehydration. He

examined her and administered some fluids, but there was nothing else he

could do…”

I sensed a little hesitation, but then she continued.

“Jethro? There is something you should know. Lizzy; she’s three months

pregnant”

Her words hit me like a hammer. If I wasn’t seated, I

might have fallen. Three months pregnant! The math was easy, she had to

be carrying my baby. Our baby!

“Is she; are they okay?”

“The doctor said that there’s no immediate danger to her, or the baby, but that she; He’s afraid she…”

Her

voice broke mid-sentence. She didn’t need to complete her story to tell

me how dire the situation was. There was no doubt this was my fault.

“Jethro,

she needs you. You’re the only one who can help her. Please!” Mom

paused. “ Son, I have to do something I promised never to do. 18 years

ago, one my childhood best friends had an inconvenient pregnancy. Your

dad and I quietly  agreed to adopt the newborn baby girl. Your dad was

still in the army, but we moved back home when you were a year old and

Lizzy was just 3 months old. “

I was stunned. Mom was trying to tell me something she’d vowed never to reveal to anyone.

“Think

about it, Jethro. How can Lizzy be 8 months younger than you? Mom

added. “ Hell, I breast-fed you, boy! I didn’t even have a period until

you were a yaer old! Your sister is not a blood relative, Jethro.”

“Does Lizzy know this?” I asked.

“I

finally broke down and told Lizzy, this morning.” Mom’s voice choked. “

It was the only way to break through this quagmire of social and moral

stigma.”

There were tears in my mother’s voice. Her heartfelt plea made me feel like crying too. There was only one thing I could do,

“I'm

coming, mom” I assured her. My heart was revived and I felt a massive

burden lift off me. I also had no more fear of being expelled from my

Catholic college, for ‘gross moral failing’.

I looked at my

watch. It was almost three o'clock, which meant I had to hurry if I

wanted to catch the last ferry of the day. There was no time to pack, I

just grabbed my coat, left everything the way it was and dashed out the

door. Luckily, my car started immediately, and I sped towards the

harbor, breaking just about every speed limit on the way. I was the very

last one to board the ship, but I had made it.

An hour later I

was restlessly pacing up and down the deck, cursing the sluggish speed

at which the ferry was cruising. It would take at least another two

hours before we would arrive at the docks. With no reception, I couldn’t

even call home to ask how things were going. As I was staring into the

gray twilight, my fingers were gripping the sheep’s tail in my pocket.

The keepsake was always with me, day or night, wherever I was. Even

though it reminded me of my terrible conundrum, it was also the only

tangible memento I had of the most wonderful night of my life.

As

I brought the furry tail to my lips and inhaled her long-gone scent, I

realized this was no longer true. Another very real memento was growing

inside Lizzy, and had been growing there for three months. In another

six months she would give birth to our child. There was no doubt that

things would change a lot. I was going to be a father, I would have my

own little family, a son or daughter and a wife. Suddenly I stopped

caring about Lizzy being my sister, and accepted her for who she really

was: my one true love, the mother of my child and the woman I was going

to grow old with. I could kick myself for being so stupid all these

months, and I could only hope my epiphany hadn’t come too late.

Finally,

a familiar blinking light on the horizon indicated we were at last

approaching the island. After being greeted by the lighthouse, soon more

lights appeared. First the church tower and then the other houses. Ten

minutes later the captain announced our arrival and people started to

line up behind me. As soon as the gangplank dropped and the gate was

opened, I was running, and I didn’t stop running until I was at our

front door.

Julie was waiting for me downstairs, and she

immediately ushered me up the stairs, to Lizzy’s bedroom. Mom and dad

were also in the room, sitting next to their daughter’s bed. As soon as

mom saw me enter, she got up and offered me her seat next to Lizzy’s

head.

My little ‘sister’ looked pale and weak as she was lying in

bed, barely a shadow of the smiling person she used to be. Her cheeks

and the pillow were damp from her tears. I was painfully reminded of the

terrible mistake I made when I decided not to tell her it was me who

was with her at Sheep-shaggin’. I had tried to protect her, but even my

worst fears weren’t half as terrible as what had actually happened. In

fact, I don’t think it could have gone any worse than it did. I still

had no idea if Lizzy would dare consider me as a love interest, even

without the moral innocence that was our family secret.

“Lizzy baby” I whispered and kissed her softly on the lips.

She opened her swollen eyes and looked at me in wonder.

“I'm so sorry baby” I whispered.

“It’s you” she whispered weakly, but with a spark of hope in her eyes.

“Yes, it’s me, Jethro”

“No;” she whispered and fell back on her pillow, her eyes closed and the weak smile gone from her face.

“I have to show you something” I whispered.

Lizzy

opened her eyes again and saw me holding her woolly tail. She took it,

felt the soft fur between her fingers and then looked at me in

confusion.

“My lucky tail; how; Where did you get it?”

“You; you gave it to me”

“Me?” She marveled.

I nodded.

“You told me to keep it. On that night, at Sheep-shaggin’”

“That was you?”

“Yes, it was me. Both times”

“Really?”

I nodded solemnly.

Before

I knew what happened, Lizzy had raised herself off the bed and flung

her arms around my neck. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me

tenderly. I smelled that scent of her, that same scent that touched my

very soul. Despite her weakened state, she kissed me with the same

playful vigor that had characterized our first kisses on that moonless

night. Her lips parted and then her tongue snaked out, initially a

little shy, but soon it danced sensually with mine.

We remained

lip-locked for minutes. Finally, Lizzy broke off the kiss an let her

head fell back in the pillows. She was panting faintly and lay silently

for a moment, looking up into my eyes. She reached for her glasses and

put them on. Her eyes now focused on mine and a smile formed on her

lips. It was like it brought sunlight to my heart.

She undid the

fastenings on my black duffel coat and ran her hand over my shirt,

coming to rest on my heart and feel it pound in my chest.

“It is you” she whispered. “My true love”

She

was right. I nodded and reached down to her lips for another kiss.

Before she kissed me again, Lizzy looked me in the eyes and whispered,

“You're an idiot”.

With her kiss, she told me I was forgiven, but I was determined to make it up to her for the rest of our lives.

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The

girl was shivering in my arms as the cool night breeze chilled the damp

skin of her back. Although I wouldn’t mind fooling around a little

more, I didn’t want her to catch a cold, or worse. I was feeling around

for her sweater when my hand landed on something soft and furry. Picking

it up, I recognized it as the woolly tail the girl had been wearing

around her waist. At some point while we were having sex, the ribbon had

come undone and the tail fell off.

“You've lost your thingy” I said.

“My thingy?”

“Here” I said, giving her the furry tail.

“My

lucky tail; Here, you keep it,” she whispered, “and think of me.” She

handed it back to me and gave me one more kiss. After the kiss, her lips

stayed near mine, as if she was hesitating. “But; If you want; I'd;

really like to spend the night with you”

‘Spend the night’ didn’t

mean just more sex, it also implied waking up together. It was as close

to asking me who I was as was allowed. It meant I wasn’t the only one

who felt something special had happened here tonight.

“Little

lamb, I wouldn’t want anything else” I whispered, “But; I can’t. Not

yet. There’s something I have to do first; I…” I didn’t know what to

say, how could I tell this girl that I loved her, but that I first had

to dump my girlfriend of three years, and not sound like a complete

douchebag?

I tucked the wooly tail in my pocket and got up. We

didn’t say another thing while we dressed ourselves and reluctantly got

ready to part. I hesitated to let her go while her identity was still a

complete mystery to me.

“I…” I started.

“Shush” she said,

laying her finger on my lips. “It’s okay, I understand; But, if you

change your mind, I’ll be waiting for you in Old Jim's barn. And please,

for God’s sake, be quiet” she whispered. Then she stepped back and

disappeared into the darkness. She was gone, and I missed her already.

Almost immediately she reemerged and gave me one last sincerely

affectionate kiss. Then she disappeared for good, and I was alone.

After

I had gathered my belongings, I sat down on the rock wall and replayed

her words, digesting them and making sure I remembered them correctly.

Despite its obvious intention, it was a strange request. Old Jim, or

uncle Jim as we called him at home, was a grumpy old bastard who was

known to chase people off his property with a loaded shotgun. He was my

mother’s uncle and I knew him well, so he probably wouldn’t shoot me,

but the girl couldn’t know that. Why then would she ask me to go to such

a perilous place? Was she testing me? Did I have to prove my valor by

risking my life to be with her? Or had my rejection angered her and was

she now playing a cruel trick on me?

Then another idea came to

mind. What if she had chosen Jim’s barn because she knew nobody would

look there but me? It was the option I liked best, but I knew there was

only one way to learn her true reasons, and that was to spend the night

together and ask her in the morning. It was another reason on my already

long list to go there, but before I could allow myself to take one step

in the direction of Old Jim’s barn, I had to find Amanda.

Suddenly,

I was feeling terribly guilty. I had cheated on my long-time

girlfriend. Even if Amanda turned out not to be my true love after all, I

still betrayed her when I had sex with that gorgeous lamb. It was an

act I disapproved of wholeheartedly, despised even, and I could not

understand what had come over me to let myself go like that. What made

my infidelity even worse was that I didn’t regret it, and longed to do

it again. Making love with the little blonde, even as rushed and

anonymous as it had been, was so much more intimate and passionate than

it had ever been with Mandy. It had been everything I yearned for these

last months, and much, much more.

I decided that first, I had to

find Amanda and figure out my feelings for her. Only if there really was

nothing worth salvaging, and I had formally broken up with her, would I

allow myself to think about that other girl again. The only problem was

time. I had no idea who the little lamb was or where she lived, I only

knew that she would be waiting for me at uncle Jim’s barn. It meant I

had to hurry if I wanted to see her again. Who knows how long an angel

would wait for someone like me? Half an hour? An hour? Two?

One

thing was clear; if I wasted too much time looking for Amanda, the

identity of the blonde goddess would remain a mystery forever. With

renewed determination to find my girlfriend, I fastened my duffel coat

and hurried off into the darkness. Having already checked all the

familiar places, I decided to revisit the ones I checked first, in case I

had missed her before. My first stop should be somewhere nearby; a

small forest known as Jack’s grove. Hidden in the heart of that dense

group of trees was a little pond and next to it a patch of mossy grass.

It was one of our dearest spots on the island. It was there, on that

secluded pasture, that Mandy and I had made love for the first time. It

was also where I had found Mandy on our first night of sheep-shaggin’,

three years ago.

When I first visited that place, there was a

dressed-up girl hiding by the pool. A lamb I initially thought to be

Mandy, had it not been for the stale taste of cigarettes on her lips and

a coldness in her kiss. While I was still undecided, she quickly broke

off the kiss and a resolute bleating sealed her rejection. That was

three hours ago, but it felt like years had passed since.

It took

me a while to figure out where I was exactly, but then I was off.

Running most of the way, I made it to Jack’s grove in under ten minutes.

As I neared my destination, I heard the sound of male voices hollering

in the dark. I decided to check out the source of the commotion and

headed in the direction of the voices. Maybe I’d find one of my mates,

or someone who might know Amanda’s whereabouts. A couple of yards ahead,

I discovered the clamor of voices originated from inside Jack’s grove.

As

I made my way through the trees, the hollering fell silent for a brief

moment. No longer drowned out by the loud male voices, I could now hear a

series of hoarse moans. It was a girl who was doing the moaning, and

she sounded suspiciously much like Mandy. I could not yet see what was

going on inside the clearing, but the noises that echoed in the forest

left little to the imagination. The loud, lustful moaning was cut off by

muffled gagging and slurping noises, and accompanied by the rapid,

repetitive sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

At last, I

reached the opening in the forest, and the source of the racket. As I

looked through the trees, I saw the small patch of mossy grass was

illuminated by the soft glow of a kerosene lamp. Carrying a lantern or

flashlight was expressly forbidden by the unwritten rules of

sheep-shaggin’, but I did not care about that, because it allowed me to

see what was going on. There were at least thirty guys standing in a

semicircle, drinking beer and scratching their balls as they gazed at

the lewd display that was taking place next to the pond. Peering through

the group of men, I saw a glimpse of not one, but two naked girls, one

of them being Amanda. She was on all fours and had her head buried

between another girl’s long, shapely legs, while some fat guy was

fucking her hard from behind.

I quietly crawled through the brush

to the other side of the pond and hid there in the darkness. From this

position I had an unobstructed view of the action across the water.

There was no mistake, the girl was Mandy. The legs wrapped around her

head belonged to her new friend Diane, also known as the biggest whore

on the island. I did not know the guy that was fucking my girlfriend,

nor did I know either of the two Neanderthals who were having their

cocks sucked by Diane. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if the girls

didn’t know them either.

I had already suspected that Mandy’s

friendship with Diane was partly responsible for the growing divide

between my girlfriend and me. She knew I didn’t like her associating

with people like Diane, and she assured me she had nothing to do with

her, barely even knew her. Like all her lies, I had believed it at the

time. It was only later, when Dave swore me that he himself had seen

them going out together, getting drunk and having fun with guys in bars

that I started to doubt her words.

Now there was no doubt

anymore. She claimed she hardly knew Diane, yet here I was, less than

twenty feet from my whoring soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, watching her lick

Diane’s hairless pussy like it was made of ice cream. I had no idea

Mandy even had any lesbian or bisexual appetites, but it was obvious

Amanda was well versed in the art of eating pussy. She was slurping

lustfully on Diane’s clit and fingered her sloppy hole at the same time.

Her friend was grabbing handfuls of hair and moaned loudly whenever her

mouth wasn’t filled with one or more cocks.

All this time, the

nameless fat guy was pounding away at Mandy’s pussy. His bloated, hairy

belly slammed against her ass with smacking sounds that reverberated in

the forest. After another minute of this brutal fucking, the man

bellowed that he was going to cum. He slammed into Mandy’s ass one last

time and then clenched his butt as he flooded her canal with his sperm.

Amanda didn’t even look up as the guy came inside her, she just kept

lapping and sucking Diane’s pussy.

When he was completely spent,

the guy withdrew his wilting cock, pulled up his pants and staggered

away. A flood of his slimy semen gushed from Mandy’s inflamed pussy and

oozed down her legs. Judging from the amount of cum already dripping

down her thighs, this man wasn’t the first to unload inside her tonight.

Nor would he be the last.

Right then, one of the guys who Diane

was blowing grunted a few words and yanked his cock from her lips. He

pumped his fist up and down his shaft a couple of times and then poured a

dozen squirts of cum into her wide-open mouth. Then he too tucked his

cock back in his pants and stumbled back to his mates in the pasture.

Meanwhile, the other guy was also jacking off and within a couple of

seconds he too ejaculated into Diane’s gaping mouth. After he had added

his load to that of the first guy, Diane closed her mouth and got up.

With

her mouth full of cum, Diane pulled Mandy up on her knees. She grabbed

Mandy’s head and, while the crowd was going insane, let the slimy cum

drip from her lips. Amanda opened her mouth and let her friend feed her

the double dose of cum straight from her mouth. The girls kissed and

swapped back and forth the large mouthful of sperm until Mandy swallowed

it all. She then proudly presented her empty mouth to the audience, and

promptly called out to the crowd for more men to fuck her.

A new

guy walked up to the girls and dropped his pants. I knew the guy, a

total asshole. The girls couldn’t care less about his personality, they

only had eyes for the big, throbbing, pre-cum drooling erection he

offered them. They both jumped at it, but it was Mandy who won. She

gobbled up his cock and really went to town on it. Diane, formerly the

biggest slut on the island, was forced to play second fiddle to her

friend and pupil. All she could do was lick the guy’s balls and asshole,

and hope Mandy wouldn’t have sucked him dry before she had her chance

to blow his cock. To add injury to insult, while my cheating slut

ex-girlfriend was slobbering on the asshole’s cock, a second guy grabbed

her ass and rammed his cock in her sodden pussy.

With Mandy

being fucked from both ends and having no cock inside her herself, Diane

was feeling left out and she also called for more guys, practically

ordering the audience to come and fuck her. A small group of volunteers

emerged from the crowd and not much later she was sucking cock, bouncing

up and down in another guy’s lap while a third guy fucked her ass. With

all her holes stuffed and her role as top slut somewhat restored, Diane

was happy again. The audience was cheering wildly as the five men

proceeded to fuck the girls in all their holes.

I gazed at the

depraved spectacle for maybe fifteen minutes while I was trying to

digest this new information and decide what to do next. I figured I had

only two options; either make my presence known and give Amanda a piece

of my mind, or just leave and forget about her. As I watched her

thirstily gulp down another load of cum and then hoarsely call out for

more, I decided to take the second option. Making a scene would be

humiliating, risky even, and utterly pointless.

Besides, I really

didn’t care that much anymore. I had seen how my cheating girlfriend

was being passed around like a 5-dollar whore and cummed in by one guy

after another. There was no doubt as to whether she was participating

willingly. Whenever Mandy’s mouth wasn’t on a cock or pussy, she was

asking for more guys to fuck her ass or pussy and ordering them to fill

her holes with cum.

I also understood now that the girl I had met

here earlier had indeed been Amanda after all. She undoubtedly had

known who I was when I kissed her, and she chose to reject me. Maybe it

was at that moment that she decided she didn’t want me anymore, or, more

likely, she and Diane already had their little gangbang prearranged,

and she didn’t need me hanging around. Frankly, it didn’t matter, I had

seen enough.

The sounds of Mandy’s infidelity were fading quickly

as I distanced myself from Jack’s grove. My feet carried me away

aimlessly, and soon I was completely alone again, surrounded by silence

and darkness. Once again, my path was cut off by one of the low rock

walls and again I had to decide where to go. But this time, before I

could pick a direction, I first had to determine my destination.

I

sat down on the hard, cold rocks and tried to make up my mind. There

was a lot to think about and I had to clear my head a bit before I made

any rash decisions. I had set out to find Amanda, and I had found her.

Seeing her and discovering her true nature, didn’t make me feel angry. I

didn’t even feel betrayed. I already didn’t want her anymore before I

even entered Jack’s grove. If I felt anything, it was relief that our

decaying relationship was truly and undeniably over.

I pushed my

hands in my pockets and let the furry tail slide between my fingers. The

little keepsake was the only evidence I had that the encounter wasn’t a

dream, that the girl was real and the time we enjoyed together really

happened. The girl’s whispered request to meet her in Old Jim's barn was

firmly etched in my mind. At the time I couldn’t take her up on her

offer, but now that I had declared myself single again, I was morally

allowed to see her, and even spend the rest of the night together. Maybe

I should just go there to see if the girl was really waiting for me.

I

really, desperately wanted to be with her again. Not just for more

awesome sex, but to hold her in my arms, smell her hair and kiss her

lips. And of course, to spend the night together and get properly

acquainted after sunrise.

At the same time, there was another

voice inside my head, warning me that it might not be the best idea to

rush into another relationship just yet. While I couldn’t ignore the

fact that there was wisdom to that voice, the idea that I might lose the

only chance I had to find out who the lamb really was, scared me. It

was almost an hour already since we parted. Bad idea or not, I just had

to go back to her, back to Old Jim’s barn.

But, where the hell was I?

Not

surprisingly, I was once more completely surrounded by darkness. I knew

that behind me was a hayfield and on the other side of the rock wall

border there appeared to be an empty meadow. I could see the stars in

the sky above me, and far away in the distance a few buildings, but no

recognizable landmarks. I climbed over the wall and continued my hike in

the direction of the houses. Maybe I’d know where I was when I got

there, or else there would be a road that would lead me back to

civilization. I made my way through the knee-high grass until I arrived

at a barbed wire fence. As walked along the fence, I had an almost

religious experience.

The building I was heading for was none

other than Old Jim's barn. Fate, or maybe the spirit of Linus, had

guided my feet directly back to my little lamb. There was only one thing

I could do. I hopped over the fence and tiptoed towards the big old

shed.

Uncle Jim was probably asleep, and I happened to know that

his aging watchdog was practically deaf. Still, the dog could see well,

even in the dark, and his sense of smell wasn’t bad either. I knew that

as long as I kept quiet enough not to wake either Jim or the dog, I

should be reasonably safe. A few nervous seconds later, I had made it

across the yard and reached the barn. My heart was pounding in my throat

as I pushed open the big door.

Inside the barn it was even

darker than outside. I whispered into the darkness, announcing my

arrival and closed the door behind me. Though there was no reply, I had

the uneasy feeling that I was being watched. Then I heard a noise behind

me, and as I turned around, the silhouette of a girl leaped into my

arms. Even though I was quite startled to say the least, I caught her

mid-air. She had covered my entire face with kisses before her mouth

found mine and her tongue snaked between my lips. Her sweet kisses were

like a drug to me, and the longer we kissed, the more I wanted to keep

kissing her. The increasing need for oxygen made us break it off

eventually.

“Little lamb, could you really be my true love?” I whispered after I got my breath back.

“Maybe;” she replied, and gave me another peck on the lips. “Yes”

She

took me by the hand and led me deeper into the barn. She must have

spent some time exploring before I arrived, as she appeared to be quite

familiar with the interior of the barn. It was utterly dark in here, as

even the faint light of the stars was mostly blocked by the tattered

roof, yet the girl effortlessly maneuvered us past empty stables and old

farm equipment. I couldn’t help but feel a little pride swelling inside

my chest as I imagined the girl roaming the barn while she was waiting

for me, preparing herself for another encounter with her true love.

My

little lamb carefully guided us through the darkness to our

destination, which turned out to be a haystack. She halted and turned

around. I bumped into her and she caught me in her arms.

“We’re here” she whispered.

She

undid my coat and let it fall on the ground. Then she took my hands and

sank down into the soft hay. I moved with her and sat down next to her.

We both knew we had the entire night ahead, and despite our mutual

desires, there was no rush. I couldn’t be happier. Being with this girl

was all I wanted, for as long as possible.

All my thoughts, all

my hopes and wishes revolved around the girl, yet I still didn't have a

clue who she really was. All I knew was that she was about 7 or 8 inches

shorter than me, with a willowy physique and a head full of blond,

curly hair. This only narrowed it down to a couple of hundred girls on

the island. I still couldn't ask her name, but there was no rush. There

was a time for talking and a time for making love, and this wasn't the

time for talking.

We made out in the hay for a long time. I

couldn’t get enough of her kisses and her hot, supple body. While our

tongues dueled, my hands sneaked underneath her thick wool sweater and

ventured into the enticing territory hidden below. Her soft skin was

radiating with heat, burning my fingers as I felt her up. Inch by inch I

caressed my way up from her waist, dragging her sweater up as I went.

As I reached her shoulders, I had her upper half almost naked. Finishing

the job for me, she pulled it over her head and sent it flying. Like

before, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and again I cursed the

darkness that prevented me from ogling her treasures. Like a blind man, I

reached for her chest and cupped my hands around her pert little

breasts and studied them by touch.

I squeezed and kneaded her

supple female flesh. The delightfully full and firm breasts were barely a

handful, but they were hers, and I didn’t want them any other way. I

could feel her erect nipples as they poked into the palm of my hand as I

caressed the soft skin. I let my fingers trace around the puckered nubs

and over the tiny bumpy areolas surrounding them. Her nipples were

small, but they were firm and perfect for sucking and nibbling. Though I

didn’t know what she looked like, I was sure I could make a perfect

sculpture of her face and body.

My half-naked lamb was dry

humping me as I explored and teased her with my fingers. She was already

hot and willing, but I wanted to draw out our foreplay until I had her

literally begging to be fucked. Planting a trail of kisses down her

neck, I moved down towards her breasts. She groaned sensually as I drug

my tongue through the valley between her twin beauties and then kissed

and sucked on her delicate skin. Making my next move, I closed my lips

around one of the puckered-up tips and softly bit down on it. I gently

tugged on it with my teeth and then slowly let it slip from my grip,

which elicited another sexy moan.

At the same time, one of my

hands had struck gold underneath her skirt. Her downy pussy was still as

hot and wet as before. She readily parted her legs for me and my

fingers slipped inside her. While I continued sucking on her breasts, I

started fucking her with one, and then two fingers. The nerves in her

nipples seemed to be directly connected to those of her pelvic muscles. I

could feel her pussy contract around my fingers every time I bit on her

nipples.

Her hands were on my head, grabbing fistfuls of hair as

she groaned, delirious with lust. She did her best to stay quiet, but

when I also brought my thumb into play and rubbed it around her tiny

clit, she forgot all about the world around us and moaned out loud. It

was vitally important to stay quiet, and not wake uncle Jim or the

watchdog, but the girl was drowning in ecstasy, gasping and moaning with

little restraint. I had no choice but to relinquish her breast and

cover her mouth with mine to muffle her voice while my fingers kept

working on her pussy.

Soon thereafter the sustained attack on her

sex became too much for her. She held her breath and I could feel the

tension build inside her lithe body. Then, with a muffled cry, her

orgasm washed over her. With my thumb tweaking her clit and my fingers

massaging her g-spot, I was sending waves of pleasure through her body.

She was cumming long and hard, shaking violently with every new wave.

Long after her orgasm started, little tremors kept running over her

entire body.

While my young lover had been almost naked for some

time now, I was still entirely  dressed. It was something that had to

change. Though still slightly fatigued after the long and intense orgasm

she just had, the girl straddled my lap and began to undress me. Her

nimble fingers quickly undid the row of buttons on my shirt. Every inch

of skin exposed was greeted with another kiss. After she had undone

every button, she continued working on my belt and then my fly. With a

little help, she managed to pull off my shirt and then my pants, along

with my underwear. Now we were both practically naked.

She closed

her hand around my cock and moved her fist up and down, proving for

once and for all that she did know how to give a proper handjob. Then

she kneeled between my legs and kissed it. Her lips were all over my

shaft, kissing every inch from the root to the head. She seemed

reluctant to take me into her mouth, and I wasn’t going to make her do

it if she didn’t want to. She kissed her way back to the tip and I

thought she’d leave it at that, when suddenly her lips closed around the

head. I uttered a deep groan as she sucked me into her mouth.

It

was obvious this girl didn’t have much experience in giving blowjobs,

but her enthusiasm more than made up for that. Besides, I knew I’d have a

wonderful time helping her perfect her technique later on. It wasn’t

long before she got the hang of it. I didn’t have to say anything, it

was like she knew what I liked and what I was feeling. A few times she

accidentally scraped my glans with her teeth, but I forgot about that

instantly when she started sucking again. With only the tip in her

mouth, she bobbed up and down while she applied a strong vacuum. At the

same time, she had one hand stroking my shaft, and the other fondling my

balls. The feeling was incredible, and I knew I wasn’t going to last

long being stimulated like that.

I warned the girl that I was

about to cum. She just nodded and intensified her stroking and bobbing

even more. I gave her one final warning and then I had to let go. A wave

of semen was rushing up my cock and erupted in her mouth. I was seeing

stars and feeling light-headed as I came harder than I could remember.

Despite my repeated warnings, the force of my ejaculation caught the

lamb off guard. She gagged and coughed as the first jet of cum

splattered against the back of her throat, but she kept sucking almost

without interruption. She kept sucking until after I had stopped

shooting and then she swallowed everything I had given her. After she

released me from her hot mouth, she licked my shaft for any drops that

may have escaped her lips and then placed a last peck right atop the

sensitive tip.

She came up again, kissing my neck and cheek.

There was a heavy scent of sperm on her breath, but it didn’t put me

off. However, she seemed disinclined to kiss me with the same mouth I

had just ejaculated in. I wanted her to know she needn’t be worried. If

she was willing to swallow my cum, then the least I could do was kiss

those lips. I lifted her chin up and kissed her full on the mouth. As

voraciously as she had blown me, so tenderly did she kiss me. The girl

was capable of being both an angel and a devil at the same time, and I

loved them both.

All this time her hand had never left my cock

and her steady rubbing had prevented me from going flaccid. In fact, I

was still fully erect. As she broke our kiss, she straddled my waist and

slowly sat down on my cock. She whimpered softly as she impaled herself

and the delicate tissues of her pussy, still tender from our first

encounter, were straining to accommodate my invading penis once more.

Despite

her tenderness, she took me in all the way, and in one smooth go. When I

finally bottomed out, she held still for a moment and then she began to

move. Barely perceptible at first, she rolled her hips and rocked back

and forth in my lap. It was torturously slow, but incredibly exciting.

Her nubile, lithe body weighed next to nothing and I could have easily

grabbed her and use her body for the gratification I so much desired.

However, it was she who was in control and if she wanted to take it

slow, that was fine by me. Besides, I’d last a whole lot longer that

way.

My hands found her ass and I caressed the firm, round cheeks

as she slowly moved up and down in my lap. Every now and then she’d

lower her face to mine and we shared another kiss. Each time she moved

up, her delicious breasts were right in front of my face. I only had to

lean forward, and I could feast on the smooth skin as she rode me. Like

before, I felt her muscles contract each time I bit on her nipples, only

now they were clutching my cock instead of my fingers. She rode me like

that for a long time, slowly and lovingly. It had nothing of the

frantic hunger for release that had characterized our first time. This

time it was all about sharing and exploring our feelings, learning about

our bodies, and giving as much pleasure possible. I realized that

without ever sharing a single conversation with the girl, I had

completely fallen in love with her.

Surrounded as we were by

utter darkness, it was almost like the two of us were alone in our own

private universe where time did not exist. The only sounds were the

rustling of the hay and the squishy noises her greasy pussy made as she

moved up and down my shaft. With every stroke her intimate muscles were

massaging my cock, but after her tremendous blowjob I was in no risk of

cumming too soon. I was glad for it, as I desired nothing more than to

keep making love with this girl, to keep feeling her supple body

underneath my hands and to keep tasting her tender kisses on my lips,

for as long as possible. By now, our bodies were highly in tune and we

were moving together as one, rhythmically pushing and relaxing as our

bodies instinctively found new and unimaginable levels of pleasure.

She

rode me in that slow, heavenly way for a long time, but eventually she

began to show signs of fatigue. She was breathing heavy, even as we were

kissing, and I could feel that there was but little strength left in

her little body. By and by her motions became less fluid and the pace

more irregular. My hands were already supporting most of her weight as

she moved, but still her legs were tiring, and they couldn’t sustain the

movements much longer. Finally, she lowered her ass in my lap and

slowly rocked her hips while her fingers combed through the hair on my

chest. While she may have been temporarily worn out, she was not done

fucking yet. I wrapped my arms around her back and while holding her

tightly, I rolled us over, so she was resting in the hay and I was back

on top.

She pulled her legs up high and wrapped them around my

waist. At the same time, her arms were clutching my shoulders. She clung

to me like a limpet as I pumped her pussy in a restrained, but

relentless pace. Her soft moans were getting louder now that her

excitement grew to climactic levels. So loud in fact that I was once

more fearing she might wake uncle Jim, or the dog. It didn’t mean I was

going to slow down now, not while the girl was this close to orgasm. It

would almost be worth fighting off an angry watchdog or shotgun-wielding

maniac if I could make her climax once more.

Just to be sure we

wouldn’t be disturbed, I placed my hand over her mouth to muffle her

moans and whimpers. Then her orgasm hit, and I could feel her teeth cut

my skin as she involuntary bit down on my hand. I hardly noticed it, as

her divine pussy was milking my cock like crazy and I suddenly found

myself in risk of climaxing too. It took all I could muster to keep

thrusting into her buttery snatch without cumming. After another minute

of seemingly continuous orgasming, she fell back in the hay, panting and

begging for a time-out.

I honored her request and pulled out of

her snug sheath, but I wasn’t planning on granting her that time-out. I

crawled down her body, past her magnificent breasts, her tight stomach,

and the small patch of pubes, to her fiery sex. Her swollen lips were

dripping with honey and I licked it all up. Along with my cleaning work,

I periodically teased her little clit, testing whether she was ready

for my cock again. When I was able to close my lips around the swollen

nub and suck on it without her shirking back, I knew she was ready for

another round. Before I took her again, I spent a few more minutes

licking and kissing her sweet peach, fingering her slick hole, and

pleasing that little bead of her clit. I thought about tickling her

tight little asshole with my tongue, or introducing that highly

sensitive orifice to my probing fingers. But I didn’t know how the girl

would react to anal play, and besides, it might be a good idea to keep a

few aces hidden in my sleeve, so to speak, so I could surprise her with

it sometime in the future.

I pulled the girl onto her hands and

knees, knelt behind her, and then prepared to ease my cock back into her

deliciously tight pussy. My hands moved down my lover’s slim waist

until they came to rest on the swell of her firm, round behind. Having

found some meat to hold on to, I pushed forward. A deep, involuntary

groan sounded from her mouth as I slid in until my hips pressed against

her ass and the tip of my cock bumped into the firm lump of her cervix.

I

could feel the ring of muscles around her pussy’s entrance squeeze the

base of my cock, and I knew I was all the way inside her. Although it

was a fantastic feeling to be fucking her this deep, I eased back a

little, as I didn’t want her to feel sore inside. While holding on to

her ass, I began to fuck her at a moderate pace. Almost immediately she

pushed back at me, silently reassuring me that if there was any

discomfort, she could handle it, and spurring me on to fuck her harder

and deeper. Well, if that’s what she wanted, I was happy to give it to

her like that. I renewed my grip on her ass and began to thrust into her

as hard and deep as I dared. It didn’t miss its effect, as the girl was

soon moaning continuously and chewing on her sweater to keep her from

screaming.

The pressure in my loins had faded a little while I

was licking her sweet pussy, but after a few minutes of this intense

doggy-style fucking, it felt like I was about to burst again. I hoped I

could hold on just long enough to cum together with the girl. Sharing an

orgasm together would be the perfect ending of the best sex I ever had.

However, before I could make that perfect ending happen, we needed to

change positions one last time. Although fucking her from behind like

this was awesome and highly stimulating for both her and me, it was

lacking a bit in intimacy, and of all things, intimacy was what I was

craving most. When I was gonna cum with her, it would be with her arms

around me, and my lips mashed against hers.

I pulled out, gave

her dripping pussy a few licks and then I nudged her side, signaling her

to roll onto her back. She understood what I wanted and once she was on

her back, she immediately spread her legs for me and pulled me on top

of her body. Reaching between us, she grabbed my cock and guided it back

inside her.

I grabbed her legs and raised them high. With her

legs on my shoulders I proceeded to pump her fast and deep. I knew I

wouldn’t last long anymore. Her soft whimpers and moans told me that she

too was approaching another orgasm. I pounded her buttery pussy with

the last of my strength, doing my utmost to make her cum before I did. I

felt my balls drew tight, and then the first jet shot up my tubes.

Thrusting deep and pressing my lips in her neck, I fired a second load

into her pussy, just as she came as well. As I felt myself flow into her

body, we became one and climaxed together.

We stayed like that

for a seemingly endless period of time, fucking and cumming until I had

given her everything I had and my deflating cock slipped from my lover’s

pussy. We remained in each other’s arms long after we stopped moving,

lying face to face while we cuddled and kissed in the afterglow of the

best sex I had ever had. I was feeling completely drained, both mentally

as well as physically, but happy and completely satisfied.

She moved her head back a little and looked at me, despite the utter darkness.

“I; I think I love you” she whispered.

“Little lamb, I think I love you too” I whispered back.

She

gave me another kiss. Like all her kisses it was a passionate and

tender kiss, but once more, its message was different. There was a

feeling of surrender in this kiss, like she lay the responsibility for

her happiness solely in my hands. It was a tremendous obligation, but

one I gladly accepted, as I knew I could never be happy again, unless

she was happy too.

She lay her head on my chest and I draped my

arms around her. With her mouth next to my ear she whispered she was so

lucky I had chosen to come back to her. I said it wasn’t a choice, that I

had to be with her, and that I was the lucky one to find her still

waiting for me. She replied that she would have waited all night for me

if she had to. As she was saying these words, she was speaking slowly

and her voice was drowning in sleep. One last thing I remember is

pulling a horse blanket over our naked bodies and then I too fell

asleep, dreaming of a long and exciting future with this nameless

blonde.

I woke up only a few hours later. The first thing I

noticed was an intense itching sensation from lying naked in the hay.

Then the scent of farm animals and diesel engines entered my nose, and

when I opened my eyes, I discovered there was a girl sleeping in my

arms. It took me a while to figure out where I was, and then everything

came back to me. I was in uncle Jim's barn. The mysterious blonde in my

arms I had met during sheep-shaggin’ and she had asked me to spend the

night with her. We had made passionate love in the hay and expressed our

love before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

To be continued in part 3, based on a post by SquattingEagle for SexStories.

I found true love while participating in one of my hometown’s little known, but deeply cherished local traditions.

Based on a post  by SquattingEagle. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

Island folklore.

Hi, I'm Jethro, I’m nineteen years old and I live with my parents and two younger sisters on one of the small islands off the east coast of Ireland. Although, to be truthful, that’s where I used to live, as I'm currently spending most of my days on the mainland, attending university. But the island will always be home to me and once I’ve graduated, I’ll surely go back. There's just something special about life on a small, isolated island like ours that simply can’t be found anywhere else.

Until the day I’ll return to the island for good, I can only try to visit home as often as I could, which is nowhere near as often as I wanted. You see, merely driving from the campus to the harbor would take at least four hours. If traffic was heavy, five or six hours was more likely. And that was just the first part of the journey. From there on, the only way to the island was by a three-hour boat trip. Weather permitting, this boat shuttled back and forth three times a day. Bad weather, however, was liable to keep the ferry moored at the harbor for days at a time, especially during the stormy autumn and winter months.

While this remoteness was a bit of a pain to me now, the isolation was also what made our island unique, and is therefore essential to the story I am about to tell you.

As you can imagine, our community is largely self-reliant and very much independent of the mainland. It’s been like that for centuries, and even modern technology had not been able to change that. According to the tourist board, our 'picturesque island' houses about 19,000 people, and over 50,000 sheep that roam the fields and forests. Apparently, we are ‘known for our own unique and age-old traditions', most of which are in some way connected to our ‘long lineage of brave fishermen’ and dedicated to ‘the men who sailed stormy seas to bring home nothing but the finest fresh fish’.

While most of our local festivities do indeed involve the sea and its bounties in one way or another, one was quite unlike all the others. That particular day is known as Linus Day, and it is probably the most cherished of all our traditions. Linus Day is celebrated each year on the day of the first new moon in spring and got its name after a nobleman that featured in one of the local legends. It was because of this holiday that I had decided to skip my classes and visit home for a couple of days.

The Legend of Linus.

A long time ago, there lived on the island a man named Linus. As the story goes, he was a wealthy nobleman who had everything his heart could desire. Good looks, lots of money, a luxurious home and scores of friends. His good fortune seemed complete when he met a beautiful girl with a smile that brought sunlight to a rainy day. He quickly fell in love with her and within weeks of their first meeting, he asked her to be his wife. She gladly accepted his proposal and a huge wedding feast was announced. Everyone on the island was invited.

Unknown to Linus, his fair young fiancée wasn't the only one who had fallen for his handsome looks and charming personality. There was another woman, one who was deeply scorned when she learned of his betrothal. On the evening before the wedding, this other woman paid the nobleman an unannounced visit. She warned him that his fiancée was not his true love, and that he should marry her instead. When Linus replied that she was mistaken and that there was nothing she could do to change his mind, the woman burst out in anger. In a fit of rage, she summoned the ancient spirits and put a curse on the bride-to-be.

Before storming out the door, the enraged woman swore that if Linus did not call off the wedding, his bride would be turned into a sheep and be cursed to roam the island among the other animals for the remainder of her life. Only if Linus could prove his love for the girl was true, would he be able to lift the curse.

Linus was a judicious man and in too good a mood to let the woman’s angry ravings ruin his day, and quickly forgot the entire incident. However, the next morning, on the day of the wedding, the young bride was reported missing. The townsfolk searched the whole island and left no stone unturned, but the girl was nowhere to be found. It was then that Linus recalled the woman's angry words, and fear struck his heart. He ran into the fields and scrutinized every herd on the island, desperately looking for his lost fiancée among the sheep. He searched all day, but the animals all looked and sounded the same. Devastated, he returned home.

Before long, people started talking about the nobleman's increasingly eccentric behavior. He hired a dozen huntsmen and ordered them to shoot all the wolves and wild cats on the island. Once that was done, he had all his lands converted into pastures and bought many acres more, only to let them lay unoccupied, except for a few flocks of sheep. He subsequently declared that no-one on the island was to ever lay a finger on the animals and assured the people he would repay all damages caused by them.

Even his friends and family believed he had lost his mind when Linus then sold his wealthy home and became a shepherd, living in a wooden shed. The years went by and the nobleman spent a fortune doing everything he could to protect the island’s ever-growing population of sheep. His resources were diminishing fast, but still he managed to feed and shelter the animals throughout one of the longest and harshest winters the people on the island had ever witnessed. At last springtime arrived, and on the night of the first new moon he lay in his shack, alone, cold and hungry. He had lost absolutely everything, every penny he owned, his mansion and his scores of friends. Everything but his looks and the thousands of animals he cared so deeply for.

On that first moonless night in spring, though he himself was starving, he gave his last piece of bread to one of the sheep that took refuge with him in the shack. Then, as he watched the animal devour the dry morsel of bread, it suddenly shed its thick coat and from under the layer of wool emerged a beautiful young woman. It was none other than his long-lost fiancée, his one true love. By sacrificing absolutely everything he had, Linus had finally managed to lift the curse.

Reunited at last, Linus and his fiancée were married the very next day. The news quickly spread throughout island and the townsfolk now arranged to host a feast for the impoverished nobleman and his beautiful bride. Together they built them a new house in the fields, where the couple lived happily ever after. Linus and his wife had six children, all beautiful girls with blonde, curly hair like that of a newborn lamb, a trait that was still prevalent on our island to this day.

As the story goes, it was this legendary wedding feast that the people hosted for the nobleman and his wife that evolved into the local holiday now known as Linus Day, and it is still dedicated to that ancient couple's true love.

Although you won't find it mentioned in any of the tourist board's leaflets, the legend of Linus was also linked to another, more obscure, but equally cherished tradition. This tradition was commonly referred to as Sheep-shaggin’.

On the evening before Linus Day, all the young and unmarried women would dress up as sheep and hide in the woods or fields. Then, as soon as the sun had set, the men would go out as well. If they were in a relationship, it was their task to find their girlfriends and if they did, their love was supposedly destined to be true.

The festival of sheep-shaggin’ was arguably even better for those who were not in a committed relationship. If you were a single guy, tradition allowed you to go into the forest and have sex with as many dressed-up girls as you could find. All night long, all single and willing females were considered fair game. And better still, the complete darkness of the new moon and absence of electric lights practically ensured complete anonymity, if that's what you desired. It was understood that even a total loser could get lucky on sheep-shaggin’.

Me, I was not a total loser and furthermore, I was in a serious, albeit waning, relationship. This night, like every other sheep-shaggin’ for the last three years, my girlfriend Amanda was somewhere out there waiting for me, but tonight I had not been able to find her. I had been searching the dark woods and desolate fields for ages and looked for her in all the places that used to mean something to us, yet I was still wandering alone. I had run into several dressed-up girls in various locations, but none of the lambs proved to be my true love.

In a way, it was indicative of our relationship; I just did not know what Mandy was thinking anymore. After we finished high school almost a year ago, I left the island to attend college while she chose to stay behind and find a job. Although we telephoned almost every day and I did my best to be with my girlfriend as much as possible, our relationship had been going downhill ever since. Especially over the last few months she had changed, becoming more and more detached from me. Whatever remained between us now was purely physical. I mean, the sex we had was still great, but at times it felt more like she was an escort than a girlfriend.

A month ago, my friend Dave told me that he had heard that Mandy was making new friends and seeing other guys. A few days later I had confronted her, and we had a big fight, during which she vehemently denied the accusation. The subsequent make-up sex was spectacular, and maybe I was a bit too eager to believe her after that. But it didn't seem so far-fetched to me now. In fact, it would explain a lot.

It was pitch dark. The only light around was from the few ships far away on the ocean and the millions of tiny stars above me. A gentle breeze rolled in from the sea, dragging thin, ghostly shards of fog into the valleys. I was shivering. Although the vast stretches of water surrounding the island provided us with moderate temperatures all year round, it was quite chilly tonight. It was unlikely anyone would be hiding here on these inhospitable beaches, least of all Mandy, who absolutely despised the cold. I left the dewy shores behind me and directed my search more inland. As I moved on to higher grounds, the climate improved greatly, but still I couldn’t seem to shake off the cold.

It wasn’t the weather though, that caused my discomfort. The duffle coat I was wearing was thick enough to keep me warm, but no amount of wool could keep the chill from my heart. What I really needed to fend off the cold were a loving pair of arms around me, and a supple, warm body to cuddle and caress. Unfortunately, apart from those few twinkling lights far away on the ocean, there wasn’t a single sign of human life around.

As I strode on, the dead silence of the night was broken by the sound of church bells tolling in the distance. It was twelve o’clock, which meant I had fruitlessly traversed the fields and forests for some two hours now. Who knows what would happen tonight. Spending this much time searching the island was proof of my love for Mandy, right? And maybe when I finally kissed her lips, she'd turn back into the girl I used to know and forever be my true love.

On the other hand, if it didn't happen tonight, we might as well break up. Part of me was already willing to accept that I wasn’t going to find her and take it as a sign that Mandy was not my true love after all. Though the idea of going home surely was tempting, it wasn’t in my nature to quit this easily. I could not give up the search until I had examined every place that had some kind of special meaning or memory to us, no matter how insignificant. I pushed my hands deeper into my pockets and walked on, feeling more and more morose and pessimistic with every step I took.

Another hour later, I was just about to throw in the towel. I had checked every site I could think of that had some memory attached to it, and for the last twenty minutes I had been wandering around aimlessly. I knew it was time give up, go home and seriously rethink our relationship. But which way was home? Looking around, I had to admit that I was lost. All I knew was that I was in the middle of a large hayfield, surrounded by a vast, empty darkness. With no recognizable landmarks anywhere in sight, the only thing I could do was to keep walking and hope to eventually stumble across some point of reference to point me home.

As I cut across the field, my path was blocked by one of the old rock wall borders that haphazardly divided up the fields. With no particular direction to go, I walked along the border to wherever it was leading. A couple of hundred yards further on, I saw something moving in the darkness, something grey or white. By now, most of the girls would have been taken home by their lovers, whether old or new, and only a girl who was truly dedicated to her love would still be around. The figure seemed to be a little too big to be a stray sheep, it could be a dressed-up girl. Who knew, maybe this time I was lucky.

As I closed in on the creature, the sound of my footsteps alerted it to my presence. The way it moved was like a girl, not like a sheep. With new hope, I walked toward the girl. A soft, hesitating bleat soon confirmed my suspicion as she greeted the stranger approaching her from the dark. I was still a couple of feet away, but I already knew this girl wasn’t Mandy. She had the right kind of curly blond hair, but her girlish figure was too small, too lithe and her voice too soft and kind. I bend over and kissed her anyway. Her lips were soft and warm. Her scent and the touch of her lips made me thirst for more. Sadly, our kiss ended all too soon.

I held the girl in my arms, delaying the moment I had to let go of this little lamb and head back into the cold and lonely darkness. I really wished this lamb was the girl I was looking for. Though I had no idea who she was, I felt a strange connection with her. If I wasn’t supposed to be looking for someone else, I would have loved to stay. The girl must have thought the same thing, because as I was hesitating to let her go, the blonde pressed her lips once more against mine and gave me another kiss. A little shy she opened her mouth and licked my lips. Knowing I shouldn’t, I opened my mouth anyway.

Had that first kiss merely been a traditional and rather impersonal greeting, this second kiss was something completely different. Tender. Intense. Playful. Inquisitive. Sensual.

It is hard to describe how much I enjoyed kissing this girl. But, although our second kiss lasted a whole lot longer than the first, it too had to end sometime, whether I wanted it to or not. When our lips disconnected, my head was spinning and my search for Amanda suddenly seemed a lot less important than before. Before she released me from her embrace, the girl gave me one last peck on the lips. Then she got down on all fours again, and went back to her role as a sheep, like she was supposed to.

“Little lamb, could you be my true love?” I asked the customary question.

I was unsure of how she would react. I didn’t even know how I wanted her to react. Had she been my true love, she would now get on her feet and take off her costume, then whisper “yes” and kiss me once more. If she was waiting for someone else, then she'd look away and bleat again. Secretly, I was hoping for option number three. If this girl was single and willing, she would now present me her rear for some more anonymous, casual fun.

The girl remained silent. Still on all fours, she hesitated for a few moments and then, finally, she moved. My heart rejoiced as she turned around; not only was the girl still single, she was single and willing. Even though I couldn’t accept what she had to offer, it was a relief to know that somewhere on this island there was a sweet girl that wanted me. She brushed impatiently against my leg, like a playful lamb. As if her intentions weren’t clear enough, she then grabbed my hand and placed it under her skirt, between her legs.

I wavered. The smooth skin of her inner thigh was soft and warm, and it felt dangerously good. The only thing that kept me from ravishing this lovely little lamb on the spot was a deep-rooted moral obligation to my girlfriend. For a guy in a relationship, kissing other girls was permissible during sheep-shaggin’, but anything beyond that was still considered cheating. But what if I wasn’t in a relationship anymore? It would be a shame if I passed up this lovely lamb because of a misplaced sense of loyalty to a girlfriend who was nowhere to be found tonight. A girlfriend who I was just about finished with anyway, and who in all likelihood had been cheating on me for weeks, if not months.

I was fighting a losing battle with myself. The frustrations of this long, lonesome night and the doubt that had grown over the last months got the better of me. I knew the right thing was to stay faithful to Mandy and leave before I did something I’d regret later, but no matter how hard my conscience was ordering me to stop, I simply couldn't. There was something about this sexy little lamb that held me captivated. It was like the spirit of Linus was whispering to me, telling me that this girl and I belonged together.

While my conscience was still battling my carnal desire for this girl, my hand had begun moving on its own, drawn like a magnet towards that wonderful place high up between her legs. I was so close to her pussy now, I could feel the heat radiating from it. The lamb bleated impatiently and spread her legs even more, granting me full access to her fiery sex. As she was moving, I felt something tickle my wrist. I knew it was something other than her skirt, but didn’t have the time to find out what it was, because an instant later my fingers encountered a downy patch of hair and then a very, very aroused pussy. She gasped as my thumb slid between the slick and delicate female petals and traced her little treasure from the tiny bead of her clit to the tight hole beneath her puckered ass.

She pushed back against my hand and gently rocked her hips as I played with her pussy. While my hand moved up, her ass moved down and the tip of my thumb lodged itself into her opening. While I was still hesitating, she immediately pushed back, and her vagina hungrily accepted the intruding digit. She was tight but wet, and I entered her smoothly. My thumb was enveloped by her moist heat. I pulled it out a little and then pushed back in, gently squeezing her juicy peach between my fingers.

The girl groaned sexily as I explored and played with her pussy. Getting her this horny was in itself very gratifying, but I knew it was only a prelude to what the night held for us. By now, there was only one thing on my mind, and that was bringing this nightly encounter to a mutually satisfying end. I was determined to give us a good start by making her cum first. Guided by her reactions, I quickly learned what excited her most. When I slowly pushed my thumb in and out of her pussy and rapidly rubbed her swollen clit with my finger at the same time, I knew I had struck gold. Her moaning quickened and then she bucked her hips as her orgasm took control of her body.

The way her tight pussy had been squeezing my thumb when she came was unreal. I could only imagine how incredible it would feel to have those muscles work on my cock. I could take her right now if I wanted, while she was still in the throes of her climax. All I had to do was drop my pants, aim for penetration, and we’d be fucking. As much as I looked forward to doing exactly that, something was holding me back. It wasn’t my girlfriend. It was the notion that this girl was special, someone who deserved much more than a rushed, anonymous shag in the dark. While I couldn’t do much about the anonymous part, there was nothing that could stop me from taking my time with this girl.

Knowing I was going to have sex with the lamb in due course, I first sought to taste her kiss again. I kneeled down next to her and pulled her into my arms. She was still panting when our lips met, but as my tongue slipped between her lips, it was eagerly greeted by her own. She truly was a great kisser. She displayed a tenderness and enthusiasm that I just couldn’t get enough of, and despite us being complete strangers, her kisses had the distinct taste of something I had been missing for a long time; genuine desire and sincere affection.

After another lengthy and passionate kiss, I was starved for air and feeling drunk on the little lamb’s lips. I opened my eyes, half expecting to be greeted by the most beautiful girl with the sweetest smiling face, but all I could see was the faint silhouette of a girl with blonde curls and wearing what most likely was a pair of sheep’s ears. She still had her arms draped around my neck and her face was mere inches from mine, yet almost invisible in the moonless night. I was staring deeply into her eyes, trying to establish what color they might be. She was gazing back into mine, possibly wondering the same thing.

She leaned forward again and tenderly placed another one of those soft pecks on my lips. Though still passionate and intense, the message behind this kiss was again completely different than before. With this kiss the girl told me that she was ready to move on.

“I want you” she whispered, in case her kiss had failed to deliver its message.

Despite the obviousness of her statement, my heart skipped a beat when I heard her say those words. I grabbed her ass and lifted her in my lap. Without wasting another second, she moved her hands down my chest and began to work on my pants. Regardless of the rather awkward position and the lack of visual guidance, she managed to undo my belt buckle and open my fly. She reached into my boxers and pulled my penis out of my pants.

She closed her fingers around my engorged cock and ran her hand up and down the shaft. An appreciative moan escaped her lips as she felt up my manhood. My cock was as big and hard as it had ever been, and I was glad I lived up to her expectations. I lifted my ass off the ground and she worked my pants a little further down my legs. She then re-straddled my lap and sat down with her hot, naked buns on my bare legs. With her arms wrapped around my back she scooted forward until her firm breasts were pressed against my chest. We kissed again.

While the girl was seated in my lap, she unzipped her pleated skirt and took it off. She hugged me even tighter and pressed her pussy against the underside of my cock. My hands were holding her naked ass, cradling and fondling the firm round buttocks. I was fully aware that if I lifted her just an inch or two into the air, my cock would be poised for penetration, and that I would only have to lower her again to be inside her. From the impatient way she was dry-humping me, I knew she must be thinking something similar. The downy fur on her cushiony mound tickled my shaft as she rubbed against my throbbing erection. Every now and then she would tilt her hips a little and her pussy would give my cock and balls a hot, wet kiss.

It was around that time that I discovered what had been tickling the back of my hand earlier¬. Tied around the girl’s slim waist was a small ribbon, and attached to it was a woolen tail, a sheep's tail to complement the ears on the headband in her hair and the black make-up on the the tip of her nose and upper lip. I let the soft, furry tail run tail through my fingers. It was only a little detail, but I liked it. While I was wondering what other surprises this girl had in store for me, she grabbed my hand and slipped something in it. It was a square wrapper with jagged edges and a flexible, ring-shaped object inside. I easily recognized what it was; a condom.

Thinking straight had become an impossibility, it was like my body had already chosen for me. The blood had drained from my brain and inflated my cock, which by now was so hard, it felt like it was going to explode if I didn't get inside this girl soon. With trembling hands, I tore open the package and pulled out the condom. I could hardly see my own hands, but I managed to put it on. Nothing was gonna stop us now.

The girl rose onto her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck to steady herself as she lowered herself down onto my lap. My cock needed no guidance to find its goal. Like a heat-seeking missile, it homed in on its target and pierced her smoldering pussy. She inhaled sharply as the tip of my cock parted her lips and penetrated her inner sanctum.

She held still for a moment with my cock an inch or so inside her pussy. I could feel her struggle to take me in. I know I’m no porn star, but I have nothing to complain about when it comes to size, particularly in circumference. The girl discovered this when she reached inside my boxers earlier and now she knew what it was like to feel it inside her. She was very tight, but I don’t think I was hurting her too much, and if I did, it didn’t stop her.

Finally, the girl was sitting in my lap, having accepted every inch I had to offer. She sat still for a moment as she needed a little time to get used to having her intimate tissues stretched by my cock. Her pussy was deliciously hot and wet, and incredibly tight. I could feel the muscles of her vagina ripple and twitch, trying to contract around my cock. Even without moving, being inside her was nothing short of sensational. Finally, she sighed contently and kissed me again. It was only a quick kiss, merely a nonverbal way of conveying her appreciation. I wanted to kiss her back and return the compliment, but she was gone again.

The girl rose onto her knees, taking nearly all of her weight off my lap and started to move. At first she was only rocking her hips, but it wasn’t long before she progressed to moving her entire body up and down along the length of my cock. Each time she went up, the muscles in her already tight vagina grabbed my shaft, as if her body was reluctant to let me go. Then she’d come down again, and the silky tissues eagerly yielded and sucked me back in, making soft squishy noises as she dropped in my lap. I renewed my grip on her butt and thrust up into the delightful depths of the horny little lamb on each downward movement. Our bodies instinctively found the right tempo and soon we were truly fucking. The memories of my missing girlfriend were fading fast, hopefully to be replaced with new memories the girl and I would make tonight.

Having sex with this stranger filled a need inside me I didn’t even know I had. It is difficult to describe, but it was beyond mere animal lust, it somehow transcended my physical needs. I know it sounds cliché, but it was like our souls were meant to be together, like she was a part of me, and I was part of her. Until tonight I would never have guessed I was incomplete, but now I suddenly was whole, and it felt good.

After riding my cock for some time, it became evident the girl began to tire. She tried to continue at the same pace, but inevitably had to slow down and ultimately stopped moving altogether. She draped her arms around my neck and moved in for another hot kiss. I could hear and feel her rapid breathing as her lips sought mine. Then, as our lips met, she leaned back and pulled me along with her until she was lying on her back on the ground, and I was on top of her.

Now that we were lying in a missionary position, it was up to me to do most of the work, but she wasn’t just lying there. She had her ankles locked behind my back and pushed her pussy up at me with every thrust. I was penetrating her much deeper now. My cock regularly bumped into the end of her pussy, but she didn’t show any signs of discomfort. All she did was beg me to go harder, faster and deeper as she raced towards another orgasm.

I gladly complied. Spurred on by her whimpered pleas I fucked her as hard as I dared. A minute later her supple body stiffened, and with a loud gasp, she came. She tightened her arms and legs around me, clutching me with all her might. Her hips bucked as a series of powerful tremors chased through her body. It was a good thing she had made me wear the condom, or else I would have blown my load that instant. It was only because of the slightly reduced sensitivity that I was able to keep fucking her throughout her entire orgasm, stretching and intensifying it until she couldn’t handle any more and fell on the ground, begging me to stop.

I held the girl in my arms while she kept cumming. She had both her arms around my back and was holding me tightly. Even without me fucking her, her orgasm seemed to go on, as ever diminishing series of contractions continued to milk my cock for over a long time after that first powerful wave of contractions. All this time I lay on top of her, cuddling and caressing her while she slowly regained her senses. The girl’s lithe body was so much smaller than mine that I was afraid I’d crush her underneath my body, but every time I tried to move, she clung onto me and pulled me back.

Finally, her eyes opened, and she giggled apologetically, as if she was embarrassed for letting herself go like that. She nuzzled my face and sought my lips wit hers. Our mouths met, and she slipped her tongue slipped between my lips. Once again, I was struck by how great a kisser this girl was. Her tongue led the dance in our mouths in a way that was unlike any girl‘s I had ever met. Compared to her I was sluggish, slow and inept, but if I in any way failed to meet her expectations, she didn’t show. Her kiss and the taste of her lips were like a drug, and I was becoming hopelessly addicted.

With our lips pressed together and locked in intimate embrace, we rolled around on the ground. I hardly noticed the painfully sharp little rocks and sticks that littered the cold, hard soil, absorbed as I was by her smell and taste and the feel of her body. When we finally had to break off our kiss, I was lying on my back and she was on top again.

The girl sat upright and held me pinned down with one hand on my chest as she slowly moved her hips back and forth. After about a dozen of those movements, she moved back a little too far and I slipped out of her pussy. The night air felt cold on my cock as it swung free and slapped wetly against my belly. The girl didn’t put me back in, but moved even further down on my legs, reached for my cock and wrapped her hand around the shaft. She grabbed it rather firmly, almost painfully. Despite being an incredible kisser and a wonderful sex partner, the girl wasn’t great at giving a handjob. As a matter of fact, it was almost like she didn’t know how to jack a guy off at all; she just kind of dug her fingers into the skin and pulled. I was just about to take her hand and guide her movements, when I felt the condom slip. She renewed her grip and then pulled the rubber all the way off.

Now that the girl had gotten rid of the thin layer of protective latex that had separated us before, she moved over my lap again and guided my cock back between her silky lips. Her already deliciously hot and tight pussy felt a thousand times hotter and tighter without the protective condom. Its velvety tissues now kissed and cherished every inch of my cock and I could feel the muscles in her tight canal work on my shaft.

The girl gave me another quick peck on the lips and whispered, “Better?”

I had lost the power to talk. All I could do was grunt. She giggled again and then started to move. Although it was her who was fucking me now, I was in no way just an instrument she used for her own gratification. As she gracefully moved her body up and down, she seemed to intuitively know exactly what gave us both the most pleasure. She alternated long slow strokes with short, quick rocking motions of her hips, steadily building up the pressure, but always slowing down again whenever she sensed I was getting too close to ejaculating.

Before long, I could feel she was going to orgasm again. Her breathing quickened, and the graceful movements became more erratic until she stopped bouncing up and down altogether and sat down in my lap, rapidly rocking her hips back and forth. Wet noises sounded as she ground her clit into my pubic bone. Then she froze and with another loud groan she came. She shook and bumped her pussy against my pubis a couple of times and then she fell into my arms, limp and lifeless like a rag doll.

Her lips sought mine as she recovered from another exhaustive climax. She was shivering, and I could feel the goosebumps on her damp skin of her back as the tips of my fingers traced the series of bumps of her spine, wandering upwards under her thick sweater. By the time I reached her neck, I realized this lamb wasn’t wearing a bra. I retraced my steps and felt her sides, from her arms to her waist, confirming my suspicions. Moving back up via the front, my wandering hands were treated to a delicious pair of firm, naked breasts. I cupped my hands around the two perfectly shaped little orbs. Like everything on her, her breasts were quite petite, barely a handful, but they were delightfully firm and soft and smooth. I could only dream of what these beauties would look like. Were they pale or tanned, did she have small areolas or large? One thing was sure; whatever her breasts looked like, I bet they were spectacular.

It was like she was reading my mind, because as I was caressing and exploring her hidden feminine treasures, she grabbed the hem of her sweater and casually pulled it over her head. She flung the thick woolen garment in the air where it disappeared in the darkness. Although I still couldn’t see much of her, I now had a naked girl in my lap. I silently cursed the darkness, as I knew I was missing out on a spectacular view. This girl had to have a pair of magnificent tits, perhaps the most beautiful pair ever created, but all I could see was a faint silhouette swaying in my lap.

Even though I couldn’t see her breasts, fondling them was just as thrilling and there were many more things I could do without sight. My mouth was watering as I envisioned sucking on them. I leaned forward and closed my lips around one of her nipples. I flicked my tongue across the sensitive nub and was rewarded with a sexy groan. Biting softly, I pulled back until the nipple slipped from my mouth and then I latched onto the other one. I spent a lot of time thoroughly teasing and tasting each nipple, the sensitive areolas and the smooth skin surrounding them.

All this time my anonymous lover was steadily rocking her hips, and even though her movements were small and subtle, the constant stimulation of my cock pushed me increasingly towards an inevitable orgasm. The feel of her body, the taste of her lips and nipples was simply too intense, too good. My balls drew tight and I whispered I was going to cum. She just whispered ‘yes’ and grabbed my shoulder. Like before, she pulled me on top of her and folded her legs around my waist. I thrust into her with all my might as we both raced towards orgasm. The moment I felt the first blast of semen race up my shaft, my mystery lover came too. For an instant, time ceased to exist, and the girl and I were one being, one single body in our own universe made of pure pleasure.

We remained together until long after out orgasms ended, locked in a passionate embrace while we were coming down from our sexual high. For what seemed like an eternity I could feel her pussy twitch and clench around my cock, still trying to draw every last drop of semen from my balls. Finally, she relaxed her grasp and opened her eyes. Her lips found my mouth and we exchanged another sweet, tender kiss. I was falling in love with this girl, and I could not stop it. Suddenly, I felt a pressing need to know who she was.

There was one big rule at sheep-shaggin’; anonymous sex was anonymous. Until the break of dawn, you did not reveal your identity. It was the one rule you simply were not allowed to break. Telling the girl my name, or asking for hers could possibly offend her, which was the last thing I wanted. The only accepted way to circumvent this taboo was to spend the night together and get properly acquainted in the morning. There was only one problem. I couldn’t possibly spend the night with this girl, no matter how much I would have loved to. Not as long as I technically still had a girlfriend.

Half an hour ago, I had all but decided to give up the search for Amanda, but now I was once again determined to find her. Although the goal was the same, my motives had changed drastically since I met the girl. Had I first hoped to find Amanda and be reunited with my true love, now I only wanted to make sure there was nothing left to salvage, and then quickly move on with my life, preferably together with this girl.
To be continued in part 2, based on a post by SquattingEagle for SexStories.

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Jeannie was mortified.

She wanted desperately to be a member of Rho Iota Epsilon; her mother would be devastated if she wasn't. She'd endured the normal hazing, the cold showers taken while racing against the other pledges to repeat the Greek alphabet, cleaning the toilets with her toothbrush, the yelling and name calling, being woken up at night, even the embarrassing skits.

But this was too much.

She knew she shouldn't delay, that it wasn't going to get much better. There were only three people on the sidewalk in front of the building. She braced herself to make a run for it, taking one last look from her shelter behind the shrubs. A group of half-a-dozen frat brothers poured out of the entrance across the way, and she huddled down, praying they wouldn't look her way. With every minute that passed, she knew it would only get worse, as more and more students started heading to their early morning classes. Jeannie kicked herself for hesitating.

She shut her eyes tightly, fighting the tears. One lousy mistake. That's all it had taken, and now the pledge mistress had it out for her. She knew she should quit and just walk away, but she didn't want to give the bitch the pleasure. And her mother would never forgive her.

"What the hell's going on?"

She opened her eyes in shock to see a guy standing just a couple of feet away, looking her up and down. She blushed from head to toe, and he couldn't miss the fact, since the only thing she was wearing was her sandals. That, and a clipboard in one hand, a pencil tied to a string around her wrist in the other.

Jeannie hunched over, trying to cover up. "I can't say."

"Pledge?"

She nodded weakly.

He stepped closer and she trembled. Then he turned effectively blocking the view of her from quad. "You don't have to do this, you know? This is way out of line, and dangerous. They could get kicked off campus and shut down for pulling this kind of crap."

"It's not that simple."

"How long do you have to stay out here?" he asked.

"I ... I have to walk the quad circuit."

"Bullshit!" he snapped. "No fucking way."

"Please, don't interfere. I have to." Jeannie was on the verge of crying again. She'd been watching for fifteen minutes, praying for a lull in the traffic, so she could sprint around the perimeter. It was only a couple of hundred yards. Then the horror would be almost over.

The guy shook his head, and started removing his shirt.

"I can't. I can't wear anything."

He ignored her, laying the shirt over the bush beside him, then started taking off his shoes. She watched him in terror as he opened his pants.

"No. No way," she hissed. "Don't."

"Calm down," he said, folding his jeans in half and putting them beside his shirt. Then he removed his boxers and he was as naked as her.

"What are you doing?"

He smiled and extended his hand. "C'mon. Let's get this over with."

She placed her hand in his, and felt the small squeeze. She resisted his pull, but he was relentless.

"Stand tall. Proud. Don't let the bastards get to you," he said. He pulled and she stepped out of her shelter, and onto the sidewalk. She bowed her head, staring at the ground in front of her.

"I'm Alex."

She allowed the stranger to pull her along, and she kept pace, with short mincing steps. "Jeannie."

"Dude! What the fuck? And who's the babe?" Jeannie glanced up to see two guys walking toward them.

Please, God. Don't let them ask about the clipboard. Please.

"This is Jeannie," her partner in nudity said. "We're celebrating National Nude Day."

The guys stopped just a few feet away, and she looked up to see them grinning. "Nude Day? For real? That's righteous," the one on the left said.

Alex put his hand around Jeannie's waist, and tugged her along. She was in shock, but followed docilely.

"Yeah. You guys should get with it. Or are you afraid to let the world see what you got?" Alex said.

"Hell yeah! I'm in." The second guy was taking off his shirt, when Jeannie passed them. "She's a keeper," one of them added.

"Stand straight," Alex whispered. "Proud. You know your sisters are watching." He reached over and took the clipboard from her hand. "What's with—"

"Stop!" she hissed. "Please don't ask. Please."

He nodded, and moved his arm from around her waist up across her shoulders. "Dicks at one o'clock," he said, sotto voce.

DKE. Jesus. That was the last thing she needed.

Three guys walked toward them, laughing. "Best walk-of-shame ever," one of them said.

Jeannie felt the tips of her ears burning. She felt his breath against the side of her face. "Ignore them," he whispered.

As they got closer, they started to spread out, leering at her.

"Figured the Dicks would be too lame to go along," Alex said, a sneer in his voice. "Cowards."

"Fuck you Hamilton," the middle one said. "We ain't 'fraid of shit. Not some pussy Sig."

"Go along with what?" the one on the left said.

"Nude Day. Flaunt it if you got it. I figured you had nothin' to show."

"Bullshit," the one on the right said. "Nude Day ain't till July."

Alex slid his arm around Jeannie's waist again, pulling her along, trying to stem her trembling. "That's National Nude Day, dickless. Today's International Nude Day. But I just bet you're looking for any excuse not to strip down and show your poor excuse for a pecker."

"You're full of crap," middle guy said.

Two of the Deltas had stopped to listen in on the conversation. Jeannie thought she would die. They were drawing a crowd. Everything she was afraid of.

Alex didn't seem to care. "Of course I am. And you three are living proof why the Dicks are the most laughed at frat on campus. The one day you can let it all hang free, and you're hiding behind your Dockers and tighty-whiteys." He nodded toward the girls. "Bet they have more balls than you." He grinned at the new audience. "It's Nude Day. I hope I'm not offending you ladies."

They giggled, and looked him over. "Not in the least," the shorter said.

"Ignore the cowards, they've got nothing to show," Alex said with a nod toward the three DKEs, and a wink at the girls.

"Fuck off, Hamilton, I got just as much as you."

"Sure you do," Alex laughed, as he tugged Jeannie along picking up the pace.

"Is it really Nude Day?" the taller of the Deltas called after him.

"All day long." He glanced backward, and Jeannie turned with him. The Delta's followed their gaze toward the naked asses of two guys who were almost to the greenway, laughing it up. They'd even picked up another nudie.

Jeannie turned back around and struggled to keep up the quick pace that Alex was setting.

"Are they doing it?" he whispered.

She looked back and was shocked to see the guys starting to undress, and struggled to suppress her laughter. She couldn't believe that one of the girls was stripping down, while the other argued with her. "How do you do that?" she said, putting her arm around her partner's waist.

"Do what?"

"Walk around like it's no big deal, naked. Like you own the world. Make it sound like they're the idiots for being dressed."

He shrugged. "I don't judge myself by how others see me, and I've got nothing to be ashamed of."

They had already covered half the distance around the quad, when Lisa, her best friend and fellow pledge came running across the quad, naked.

"Lisa!" Jeannie gasped.

"It's ridiculous that you have to do this. They're fighting like crazy in the house. The bitch is getting an earful." Lisa looked up at Alex. "Hi, I'm Lisa."

"Alex," he replied with a smile, sticking out his hand. She shook it briefly, grinning before falling in on the other side of her friend.

Alex gave Jeannie a tug to get her moving again. "So I guess you're celebrating Nude Day with us?"

Lisa walked beside the pair, taking Jeannie's hand in hers, grinning. Lisa had no issue with walking around naked. It was her favorite outfit. She'd do it all the time, if she could get away with it. "July 14th."

"July what?" Jeannie asked.

"Nude Day is July 14th. Not October." Lisa grinned, "It's a big day back home."

Alex laughed. "I guess you caught me. I figure it's close enough for our purposes."

A few more students were exiting the fraternity and sorority houses. There wasn't much foot traffic at 7:30 in the morning. There weren't that many early classes. A group of Gammas jogged over as they reached the end of the buildings on the west side of the quad.

"Hey Alex, looking good," the tall brunette in the front laughed.

"Heather," Alex nodded, smiling. "Gonna join us for Nude Day?"

The new girls fell in step as Alex kept walking, dragging Jeannie along at his side. "For real? Is that what this is about? No shit?" Heather asked.

Alex waved her over, and she stepped in beside him, opposite Jeannie. "No, I'm not gonna lie to you," he said softly, his words for her alone. "We're caught up in a pledge thing."

She nodded. "And the boy scout couldn't leave it alone."

He just grinned. "Guilty. You know me too well."

She tugged on his arm, getting him to stop. "How bad is it?"

"Nothing, really. She just has to walk the quad in her birthday suit."

Heather nodded. "Need company?"

"I think we'll be fine. I appreciate it though."

Heather turned and stood in front of him, stopping him from going any further. She looked over at Jeannie. "Rho house?"

Jeannie nodded, slightly intimidated by the gorgeous brunette.

"Sandra, I bet. She's been bragging about torturing her pledges. She's a total bitch."

Lisa spoke up. "She has it in for her. I'd a quit. Probably have to after this."

Heather looked over at the three girls with her. "Alright pledges, anyone who walks the quad naked with me is in. No more testing. Anyone up for it? No repercussions if you don't. It's a lot to ask."

"You don't have to—" Alex started, before Heather cut him off.

"You never have to; it doesn't stop you does it?" She grinned at him as she pulled her shirt off, and unsnapped her bra.

It wasn't two more minutes until Alex and the bevy of beauties were continuing their walk, the latest girls wearing nothing but their backpacks, stuffed full of their books and the clothing they'd shed.

Jeannie was still in shock at how things were turning out. She'd been terrified. Now she stood tall, walking in the crisp morning air, naked as the truth she had to face. She didn't want to be a Rho Iota Epsilon. Not after this.

Heather looked around Alex as they made the turn as the end of the frat quad, just before academic row. "You're not a quitter, are you? You're not gonna give that bitch the satisfaction of breaking you."

"Not in this lifetime," Jeannie said.

"Good. If you change your mind about where you want to belong, look me up. We need girls like you. And Gammas stick together." She looked over at where three of her own pledges were walking naked. Heather looked over at Lisa. "You too. Love that you didn't make her do it alone. Big respect for that."

Just before the Rho house, Heather stopped. "Get dressed," she announced to her pledges. Then she turned and gave Alex a big hug. "Still the best."

He grinned squeezing her tightly and making her squeal when he lifted her off the ground. "Love you, sweetie."

She held his head in her hands, and kissed him. "My once and always hero." Another brief peck and she took off her backpack and started getting dressed, as if she didn't have a care in the world.

Jeannie watched, feeling a tug of jealousy she'd never expected. Then his arm was around her waist again, pulling her along. "Almost done. You gonna explain the clipboard, part?"

"Oh shit," Lisa gasped. Then she laughed, and ran the last few feet to the sorority house.

Jeannie sighed. She thought she'd get away with it. "If anyone asks me about the clipboard, I have to ask them three questions."

"Are they that bad?" Alex asked.

She took the clipboard from him, and readied her pencil. "What's your favorite type of music?"

"Hard rock," he answered instantly, without a thought.

She noted his answer on the paper. "If you could have dinner with any four people who are no longer alive, who would you choose?"

Alex took a few seconds to think that one over, as more people started to wander through the quad, eyeing the odd naked couple doing a survey.

"Jesus, Buddha, DaVinci, and my grandfather."

Jeannie looked up at him in surprise. Not the answer she was expecting. She wished she could ask him more about that, but now wasn't the time. She wrote down his answers, and looked up at him. Her hand was trembling and she felt her eyes tearing up.

"Do you want to have sex with me?"

It was only the last question that mattered. That was the hazing.

Alex took the clipboard from her shaking hand, put his hand behind her neck, and pulled her forward against his body. He tilted her head back, brought his lips to hers, hesitating before they touched. He gazed into her eyes, as he completed that last half-inch, his mouth covering hers, his tongue brushing her lip. She heard the clipboard clatter against the ground, as his other arm pulled her tightly against him.

Jeannie sighed, kissing him back, feeling his hardness press against her. That hadn't been there earlier, while they were walking. Now it was a hefty presence, scaring her. She wasn't a quitter, but she didn't know if she could go through with it. Not that he wasn't interesting and handsome, but she didn't even know the guy.

When he released her, she was shaking.

"No." Then his lips brushed her again, and she felt his erection brush against her belly.

She stared at him, her forehead furling in surprise.

"No?"

"No, Jeannie. I don't want to have sex with you if that's going to force you to do something you're not ready for."

She absorbed the unexpected response. If he had said yes, she would have had to go through with it. That was the rule. Asking her to give the survey, while naked, to a random person was unfair. She knew the bitch had done it to make her quit. Even if she hadn't quit, the shame of giving up her virginity to a stranger would have been unbearable. Not following through was all the excuse the bitch needed to drop her.

She looked into his eyes, seeing the concern. "You know."

He nodded, a hint of a smile turning up the side of her cheek. "I don't know you, Jeannie. Not that I wouldn't love to get to know you. I'm not the kind of guy to take advantage of a girl in distress."

"But ... how?"

He laughed. "It's a legend around here. The sorority pledge with the clipboard. The guys have a similar thing, where the pledge has to ask questions. His pencil is on a string that goes into his pocket and it's tied to his balls. The sorority sisters all know about it, and they're supposed to take the pencil from him and tug on it. The DKEs still do it." He leaned over and kissed her softly. "Usually the question from the pledge is 'Do you want a handjob' or at worst 'Do you want a blowjob.' Any frat brother seeing that clipboard in your hand would have been all over you. None are going to pass up a good thing, especially not one that looks like you. That's why I had to take it from you." His eyes turned hard. "Your sorority sisters don't play nice. You could do better."

"My mother was president. She'll die if I don't become a Rho."

"I doubt that. I bet if you told her what they expected of you, you'd get a different response."

"You don't understand. It's all she's ever talked about, how wonderful it was, what a great group they were. Her best friends are still her sorority sisters from back then."

Alex shook his head. "Talk to her Jeannie. Don't do something you don't want to. Nothing's worth that." Then he smiled. "I think Nude Day is over. Maybe you should go in." He looked down at her naked body. "Damn, you're a pretty thing. Go, before I change my answer."

Jeannie looked around as more people were wandering the quad, giving her and Alex odd looks, and laughing. Fuck 'em, she thought.

She picked up her clipboard, and looked at the strange guy who'd come to her rescue. "Do you want to take me out?" she asked, smiling, her pencil poised over the paper.

"In a heart-beat. Nothing I'd like better."

She wrote on the paper, then tore off the bottom, and handed it to him. She stood on tiptoe and gave him a brief kiss. "Call me, boy scout."

Then she turned and ran inside the house, leaving Alex holding her phone number.

More Hazing

Inside the sorority house, all the sisters and pledges were gathered. Most broke out in applause as she entered. Jeannie turned to Sandra, the pledge mistress, and thrust the clipboard at her.

The startled Sandra took it in her hand and started reading it as Jeannie pulled on her panties. "So when are you going to fuck him?" she sneered.

"I don't know. Maybe after a few dates, we'll see."

The twittering of the surrounding girls was interrupted by Sandra's outburst. "No? He said no? Bullshit! You didn't ask him. We all saw that he was ready to do you on the front porch."

Jeannie adjusted her bra. "I asked. He said no."

"No way!"

Jeannie shrugged. "Ask him yourself, if you don't believe me. His name is Alex."

The sorority president stepped forward, taking the clipboard from Sandra roughly. "Alex Hamilton. We know. Shit, everyone on sorority row knows Alex." She turned and faced Sandra. "You know he would say no."

Sandra scowled. "It was supposed to be a random guy. I bet she had it set up with him. That was all staged."

Jeannie was dressed by the time Sandra was finished. "I did everything you asked. More than I should have. Is there anything else?"

Sandra started to speak, but was interrupted by the sorority president. "No. That's it. You can go to class. Everyone back here and ready by seven. Tonight's the initiation ceremony."

Mom’s Outrage

Jeannie knew that Alex was right. She made the call home, between classes. Her mother was shocked and appalled. She said she'd be making some calls. None of what her daughter had gone through should have happened. She was a legacy for god's sake! Not just a legacy, but a past president's daughter! Heads were going to roll!

At half-past six, Jeannie was donning the red robe she was required to wear during the initiation ceremony. At ten to seven, her big sister entered the room, blindfolded her, and took her by the hand.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I tried to stop it. Sandra is out of control."

Jeannie didn't reply. All she could think was how the hell did she have that kind of control anyway?

She was lined up with her fellow pledges and the blindfold removed. The room was dark, the walls covered in dark cloth, candlelight the only illumination. She faced the sisters, and listened as various ones told their story, revealing past history, explaining the meaning of their symbol, the import of their motto. The pledges were regaled with the value of their membership, the promise of unwavering friendship, and their purpose and goals.

Then the big sisters separated from the group, each standing behind her pledge. The president stood before the first of the pledges, the pledge mistress at her side.

"Is your pledge prepared for admittance, worthy of the honor, and exemplary of the goals and values we hold true?" the president asked.

"She is," answered the big-sister.

"And has she passed her tests, and demonstrated the heart and soul we expect from a sister?" the president said.

"She has," the pledge mistress answered.

"Do you vow to uphold the values of the sisterhood, and if you do, recite the motto."

The pledge spoke, and the leader moved to the next one.

Jeannie was third from the last. When the president stood in front of her, she felt a calmness she didn't expect.

"Is your pledge prepared for admittance, worthy of the honor, and exemplary of the goals and values we hold true?" the president asked, looking past Jeannie to the girl standing behind her.

"She is."

"And has she passed her tests, and demonstrated the heart and soul we expect from a sister?"

The room was quiet, and you could hear the intake of breath as nothing was said.

The president turned and faced the pledge mistress, whose face was crimson. "Has she passed her tests, and demonstrated the heart and soul we expect from a sister?"

"She has," Sandra answered, as if it cost her soul to do so.

"Do you vow to uphold the values—"

"No fucking way I would uphold the values that bitch has," Jeannie said loudly, facing her nemesis. "You couldn't pay me enough to be part of any organization that would allow her in it, or give her any power. You people are scum." Then she leaned forward and spit in her enemy's face. "You're nothing but a piece of shit, you fat bitch!"

Amid the tumultuous cacophony following her denial, Jeannie took off her robe and threw it to the ground. Standing in her underwear, she removed her pledge pin and dropped it on top of the robe. Two of the girls were struggling to hold Sandra back, while Jeannie went to her friend Lisa.

"I'm going to join the Gammas. Want to come?"

Lisa removed her robe, and wearing nothing but her panties and shoes, took Jeannie's arm in hers as they walked out of the room, ignoring the barbs at their back, mixed with apologies and even some applause.

"See ya, bitches!" Lisa shouted behind her, as she shut the door behind her.

The Escort

It was an odd sight, two young women walking across the quad hand-in-hand, one in panties and a bra, the other wearing only panties. They walked up the steps of the sorority house, and opened the door.

"No visitors. We're closed tonight," one of the two men standing just inside the door said, blocking their way.

"Let them in."

Jeannie's eyes followed the voice and she smiled as she saw her savior from earlier in the day grinning back at her.

"You didn't call," she said.

"What? You want me to look desperate? I was going to wait until tomorrow." He walked over and took Jeannie by the arm, then held out his opposite arm to Lisa.

"What are you doing here?" Jeannie asked.

"They're our little sisters. We stand guard during the ceremony," Alex explained. "Heather's expecting you. We both thought you'd be earlier."

Lisa laughed. "It was epic. We'll tell you about it later."

Alex escorted them down the stairs, and stopped before a closed door. He reached up and took a pair of yellow robes off the wall, and wrapped them around each girl, snapping the front closed. "Don't speak. Just go in and stand at the far right of the line of pledges." He leaned down and gave Lisa a quick kiss. "I figured you were only about fifty-fifty. I'm proud of you."

Lisa beamed at the unexpected praise.

Then he took Jeannie in his arms, and kissed her. "By the way, I lied about question three."

Jeannie giggled. "I know. Thanks."

"Go in after I leave. I'm not even supposed to be down here." Alex turned and jogged up the stairs.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Lisa said. "After all the shit we went through, especially you."

"I know. Ready?"

Rumors

Jeannie had heard the rumors of course. He'd been around. And around.

She had no desire to be just another notch on his headboard, and had expected the pressure to mount. Six dates, and the only part of her body he had access to was her breasts while covered.

He'd seen every inch of her and knew what he was missing out on.

Yet he was still patient, apparently content to do things at her pace. Not like the way he practically dragged her around the quad that day.

After ten dates, she sent him away again, hard for her, no satisfaction, not even a hand job. She didn't mean to torture him, but she was torn. She wanted him, God, there was no doubt about that part. Every minute she spent with him only reinforced that. Late at night she breathed his name as she pleasured herself, chiding herself for being alone, when she was certain he'd be more than happy to take on the chore.

Nobody could be as decent as he seemed. No way. At least part of it had to be an act. Once he'd had her, would she see the real Alex Hamilton?

She had promised herself she'd loosen up this last date. Give in a little. Take her shirt off for him, ease that big thing out of his pants, and help him out. And at the last minute she'd chickened out. She was embarrassed to kiss him goodnight, and send him away like that. Then she wondered if it would be a problem, or if he'd find one of his old girlfriends to take care of it.

Entering the sorority house, she found Heather seated, text book open, apparently studying. Heather looked up from her reading, and gave Jeannie an inquisitive look.

Jeannie she shook her head.

She didn't know what Heather's story was. She'd asked Derek, but he wouldn't talk. He would only admit they were close friends, and had an intimate relationship once, but that had been long ago.

Jeannie started to walk by, when Heather called out to her. "Want to talk about it?"

Jeannie didn't. She'd been talked to enough. Lisa for one was harping on her daily. She might be her best friend, but she was dreading facing her again. It was her body, damn it! "What? I suppose you're gonna tell me what an idiot I'm being? How I'm going to lose him?"

Heather closed her book and set it to the side. "No. There's no hurry. He'll wait until you're ready, years if he has to. He's done it before."

He'd done it before? Waited years? "I want to. I ... I guess I'm scared."

Heather nodded, then stood and put her arm around Jeannie's shoulders. "Take your time. You'll know when you're ready. Hell, he will, and he'll stop you if you're not."

"What happened between you two?" Jeannie asked. "You seem like you'd be perfect together. Like prom king and queen."

Heather sighed softly. "There never was a two of us. I made sure of that. No, I had my chance and I fucked it up royally. And still, he was my boy scout, just like he was yours." Heather gazed into Jeannie's eyes. "You need to understand that. He will always be that boy scout. Always come to the rescue where he thinks he's needed. He can't help himself. And the girls he rescues will be just like you are, like I was, infatuated and driven to reward him. Dying to know him. Understand that. Cause it's going to drive you crazy."

Jeannie sensed how serious Heather was. "Are you trying to scare me off?"

Heather shook her head. "No, sweetie. I'm trying to help you. I think you might be worthy of him."

As Jeannie turned to head upstairs, Heather grabbed her arm, and Jeannie glimpsed a fierceness she'd never seen before.

"You deserve your chance," Heather said softly. "But know this. If you hurt that man, there is nothing on this planet that will save you from the pain and destruction I will rain down on you, sister or not. Not your friends, not your influential family. Certainly not your boy scout."

A short kiss on the cheek, and she was gone, leaving Jeannie more confused than ever.

His Good Deed for the day

Jeannie took his hand, and led him into the room she shared. The room that for tonight was hers only.

Alex closed the door behind him, then took her in his arms. "Damn, you drive me crazy," he whispered into her ear, as he nuzzled her neck.

She giggled and squirmed out of his arms, darting over to the desk before dragging him to the middle of the room. She gave him a little push in the chest. "Sit."

Alex sat back on the bed, a grin on his face. Jeannie was impetuous and playful. He never knew what to expect from her. They'd been dating over a month, and it was the happiest he'd been in a while.

Jeannie pulled out a clipboard. "Question one. How many dates have we been on?" she asked.

"Eleven," he answered. "If you consider last weekend one long date."

She nodded, writing down the answer.

"Question two. Who is the biggest bitch on sorority row?"

Alex's grin grew bigger, if that was possible. "I don't know, now that Sandra is no longer a member of Rho house and has been kicked off of the quad."

Jeannie smiled. "I'll accept that answer."

She put down the clipboard on the bed beside him, and started removing her clothing. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, but the setting made all the difference. He was achingly hard before she was finished.

When she was naked before him, she picked up the clipboard and pencil. "Question three. Do you want to have sex with me?"

She was acting calm, in control, but Alex knew her by now. He could sense her anxiousness. The quiver in her voice and her trembling fingers gave her away. But he wasn't going to lie to her again.

Alex stood and lowered his pants.

It wasn't the answer she was expecting, but she smiled. "Mmm. That looks like a big yes."

Alex took the clipboard out of her hands, and pulled her close, stealing a quick kiss before laying her on the bed. For all her playfulness, her nervousness exuded from her in waves. This was a very big deal for her, as it should be. The boy scout in him leaped to the fore. He had a responsibility, to make this right.

He centered her on the bed, and hovered above her, looking down into her pretty face. There was no joking or teasing on his part, not now.

She looked up at him with those big, trusting eyes, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek. Alex had seen that look before, and he hoped to prove himself worthy once again.

His lips started on hers, but didn't stay long. Theirs was a slow, relentless journey down her body, pausing in strategic areas, her neck, her hard nipples, her ticklish belly button, the tender flesh beneath her hip bone, before making a last stop at their final destination.

He felt the tenseness of the muscles in her thighs slowly melt away, as he settled in for the duration.

He teased her, his warm breath cascading across her flesh, before his lips and tongue worshipped her, laving her sensitive skin, laying claim to her.

At first she was frustrated; it had taken so much of her courage to finally accept him as her first. She needed it now. She wanted it over and done with, before she chickened out.

When he spread her legs, she tensed up, ready for him to make his move, to make a woman out of her. She didn't need any foreplay; she'd had four solid weeks of it.

Slowly the frustration gave way to relaxation and appreciation. Her resolve turned to eagerness.

He worked her gently, carefully, sensitive to the swelling of her flesh, and how her body responded. He needed her ready for him, both mentally and physically. He reacted to her movements, her breathy sighs and moans, the way her muscles twitched below the flesh.

He briefly wondered how any man could deny himself this pleasure. The opportunity to completely devote yourself to another's satisfaction, to do everything in your power to please them, and to bask in their appreciation after.

Alex could have spent hours between her legs, taking her to the heights over and over again, but that was for another time. He needed her eager and ready. Slowly, he brought her to the cusp of her orgasm, and eased back, letting her need build.

His tongue was a demon, darting, teasing, tasting, pleasing, punishing. Jeannie gasped each time he brushed against her swollen clit, never giving it the attention it deserved, no more than a fleeting touch. She reached for his head to direct him, and he grasped her wrists, holding them firmly. Her hips hunched upward, seeking more. She cried out for the first time, when his pursed lips settled over her pearl, sucking, while his tongue flicked back and forth across it.

Alex was careful to deny her release, listening to her frustrated moan as he pulled away, blowing his hot breath across her moist flesh.

His early tentative touches had determined there was no hymen to deal with. Not that he expected any, not at 18 years old. His fingers opened her, readied her for more, ensured her juices were plentiful. He didn't push his finger in and out of her, as if the tiny artificial member was supposed to bring her satisfaction. He eased two into her, separating them, pulling to the sides, opening her enough for a third which brought forth a low guttural groan.

The pitch of her moans changed, the trembling in her limbs heightened. Once more he backed off.

"Please, Alex."

Again, he started in, fingers filling her, opening her, his mouth and tongue pursuing her pleasure, teasing and tantalizing while simultaneously denying. Her legs were twitching, opening and closing. This time when she reached for his head, he didn't fight her off, but he didn't yield to her obvious desire.

She was growling in frustration, seeking out more contact, yearning for her release. He heard her tentative plea grow stronger, more adamant.

"Fuck me, Alex," she groaned. "Please!"

He was afraid he'd waited too long. He could see she was on the verge of coming, and he jerked back, ceasing all contact, grabbing her wrist when her hands dove down to finish what he'd started. She was writhing underneath him, while he knelt between her legs, holding them apart.

Alex placed her hands at her side. "Don't move a muscle," he told her.

She whimpered, and looked down to see him tearing open a condom, and carefully rolling it down his cock. His large cock. Very large. She was nervous again, wondering if it would fit, and how much it would hurt.

Prepared, Alex stretched out above her, kissing her beautiful face, tasting her teasing lips. "Soon, my Jeannie."

Back down her body he traveled, licking and kissing his way, a more direct journey this time, settling in over her pussy with little teasing, going to work to bring her to the edge.

It only took a couple of minutes after the eternity of teasing he'd subjected her too. When he heard the begging, the moaning pleas, the involuntary twitching, he knew it was time.

Alex knelt upright, and brushed his cock against her clit, pushing it around, slapping his cock down against it, until she gasped and pushed back. Back and forth he rubbed across it, waiting, torturing himself, for her sake.

"Oh, god," she moaned. "I'm gonna ..."

He moved the head down only an inch or so, and pushed.

She cried out as he entered her, her legs kicking out, trembling. He forged ahead, driving into her deeply, until he was balls deep, his pubic bone pressing against her clit. He dropped down onto her body, grasping her head, kissing her deeply, while he ground against her.

The orgasm hit her like a tsunami, washing over her, erasing everything but the sensation of coming for him, filled with his cock, waves of pleasure beating against her. He whispered words of adoration in her ear, tiny little pushes driving his cock as deeply as possible, subjecting her engorged clit to the pressure from his pelvis.

She screamed as another wave engulfed her, gasping, fearful. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Her heart was racing so hard she was afraid it would stop. Her arms encircled his torso, her hands grabbing, clawing, searching for a hold.

He was merciless, shifting his legs, pounding his cock into her, grinding at the end of each stroke, holding her down, ignoring the pain from her claws, watching her carefully. Her eyes burst open, unfocused, her breath shallow, gasping for air. He watched her eyes roll back in her head, and he finished her hard, driving his cock into her fast and hard, feeling her body respond again. This time he didn't stop, she needed to feel his finish, to know what she did to him.

He hunched over her, one arm behind her neck, grasping her shoulder, holding her in place while he fucked her as hard and fast as he possibly could. Guttural grunts escaped his lips, deep groans, a desperate growl. He cried out her name, slamming into her, erupting painfully, thrusting over and over until the spasms stopped.

Alex shifted his legs before they cramped, loosening his death grip on her, settling in between her legs, nudging into her. He brushed her hair back, smiling, gazing into her eyes, until she returned his smile. His lips caressed hers.

"Damn, girl," he chuckled. "You are amazing. You're sure that was your first time?"

She grinned, and pounded his shoulder with her tiny fist. "You couldn't tell?"

His reply was a long slow kiss. "Sorry, if I got carried away. I couldn't help myself. You are incredible."

Her hands were rubbing his sides, touching him tentatively. "You weren't bad either," she said.

His hard-on was fading, and he pulled out of her, before he risked losing the condom. "Don't move."

She didn't exactly follow his orders. She turned on her side to watch him, gasping when she saw the red streaks on his back.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Alex, your back ..."

He had tied off the condom, and tossed it into the trash. "It's nothing, really. Don't worry about it. Trust me, it was worth it. Hell if you'd torn out one of my ribs and beaten me with it, I'd offer you another for a second go."

She chuckled as she watched him reach into his jeans and pull out another condom. "Do you always carry those around?"

"Be prepared, that's my motto. I thought you'd have figured that out by now."

He placed the package nearby, while stretching out beside her, his hand caressing her lightly. "How are you? Alright?"

"Honestly, for a while there I thought I was going to die. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest, and I couldn't catch by breath."

Alex kissed her lips lightly. "I wouldn't hurt you. You know that, right?"

She nodded slowly. "I know."

He kissed her deeper, his hand slipping between her legs, teasing her. "I have to have you again."

She nodded again. "Do you want me to ...?" she looked down at his cock.

"I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Especially not tonight. Tonight is all about you."

"I want to." She pushed his shoulder, getting him to lie on his back. She sat up, and gingerly held his penis. It looked so different, small and wrinkly. "Not so scary," she muttered, then looked up at him, embarrassed to be caught saying her thoughts out loud.

"He's yours now, you understand that, right? All yours, until you decide otherwise."

A big smile broke out on her face. "All mine?"

"Absolutely."

She adjusted her position then stretched out sideways, leaning on his thigh, watching him. She could see how badly he wanted her to do something, not just lie there, holding his half-sized penis between two fingers.

"Tell me what you want me to do," she said.

"Kiss it?"

She giggled, and gave it a quick tiny kiss on the head. She felt it twitch in her hands. "That's all? Just a kiss?"

He groaned, "Please, Jeannie, don't tease me."

She laughed loudly, giving it a shake. "Don't tease you? After what you did to me? You drove me crazy on purpose. I thought I was going to go nuts."

"Suck me, Jeannie. Get me hard so I can love you," he pleaded.

She moved closer, running her tongue along the wrinkled flesh, pressing her lips to the head, feeling it pulse between her fingers. "I guess you deserve a little reward," she said. Then gazing up at him, holding his eyes with hers, she opened her mouth, and accepted him. All the way to the root.

The groan she extracted from him made her skin tingle. She tugged on his soft cock with her lips, moving slowly, pulling at the end, using her tongue to tease the head. She might be a virgin, but a popular girl remains a virgin throughout high-school by being able to deliver pleasures of a different sort.

And Jeannie had been very popular.

It only took a minute or so for her to feel him thicken, then harden, until she couldn't readily take more than half his length. She shuddered when she felt his hand on her head, and braced herself to have that big cock shoved against the back of her throat.

But all he did was brush her hair back for a better view, and caress her cheek.

She looked into his eyes, and saw his need for her. It made her heart beat faster. He was as hard as he was going to get. She set up a steady rhythm, head bobbing smoothly, then extended one arm toward him, hand open.

He looked confused, until she pointed at the condom beside him, and opened her hand again. He rushed to place it in her hand, and groaned when she sat up, halting that delightful mouth from doing its chosen duty.

She smiled, and gave him a wink, tearing open the condom. She didn't have much experience with these, but she did her best. It didn't take her long to have him covered. "How do you want me?" she asked.

"Would you ride me for a while? Let me see you, watch you?"

"You know you're going to have to teach me, and be patient with me." She straddled his hips, hesitating, perched above his hard cock.

"Just sit down on it, and do whatever feels good."

That sounded like a plan, and she soon had that full, stretched feeling, resting on his hips. She moved up and down a little, then scooted back and forth, loving the feeling of that. She placed her hands on his chest, moving her hips, wiggling them, rocking them.

Alex watched her face, loving the way she was experimenting, learning what she liked. He'd grin when she found something good, and repeated it. She was obviously enjoying herself, testing, trying, and occasionally looking up at him before attempting something new. It was good to be playful, but this was only an interlude. He knew what she needed, even if she didn't.

When he saw her tiring, he reached for her shoulders. "Come, lie on top of me."

Jeannie stretched out over him, and her lips settled over his. When their mouths parted, he nibbled on her lower lip. "Having fun?"

She smiled big, and wiggled her hips, "What do you think?"

"I think you are amazing." He pulled her legs in, adjusting them, then lifted her hips. She followed along willingly. "I need to fuck you a while," he whispered. He put one arm around her shoulders, holding her in place. The other hand grabbed a handful of her perfect ass, and held her steady, while he started driving his cock up into her. It only took a few seconds to find the right height and angle. He felt her teeth nibbling on his shoulder, and he nipped hers, making her whimper sweetly. He grabbed her ass in both hands and pounded her, non-stop, hard and steady, feeling her body respond.

It was tiring, keeping the fast pace going, but he maintained it until he heard the sweet sounds he was looking for. The time spent between her legs, orally pleasuring her, had taught him her responses.

But this wasn't how he would finish her. They needed more intimacy this time. To offset the demanding rough fucking he'd broken her in with. The first one was to get her body to respond, to instinctively accept being taken. This one was for her heart.

He clutched her tightly to his body, and turned with her, placing her beneath him. He kissed her face, easing in and out of her, long slow strokes, once again ending with that little grind. He shifted his hips, entering her from different angles, listening and feeling for her responses.

When her body told him she was close, he rose up on his elbows, gazing into her pretty, trusting face. "Do you feel what you do to me?" he whispered.

She nodded, reaching up to touch his face.

"You were made for me," he said, kissing her softly, tenderly, his cock now moving slowly, in and out, steady. He groaned, and gave her a dozen or so fast hard strokes, then returned to the steady loving.

"You're mine now," he said. "Just like I am yours. You. Are. Mine." He emphasized the last three words with hard, deep strokes, grinding into her at the end. Her little whimper and nod had him smiling.

"Say it, Jeannie. Tell me."

"I'm yours," she gasped, arching underneath him. He hadn't expected the words to set off her orgasm, she hadn't seemed that close, but he adapted, holding her tightly, pounding into her, extending her climax as she clung to him. "Yours, yours," she moaned.

When it passed, he eased up on her, continuing the slow steady loving. Kissing her face, brushing away the few tears, nibbling on her neck, her ears.

"Don't hurt me, Alex," she whispered.

"Never."

Gratitude.

Hours later, they had showered together, and returned to the bed. Jeannie was on her side, leaning against his prone body, her hand toying with his cock again. He felt her giggle.

"Never laugh when handling a man's pride and joy," he teased.

She kissed his chest. "Please. Like you don't have the confidence to know exactly what this guy can do to a girl." She gave it a shake. "It seems so cute and harmless, like this."

"The poor guy's worn out. You're insatiable, you know."

"Is he happy?"

"Ecstatic."

"Are you?" she asked, the words a little more tentative.

"Doubly so. I'm living a dream; don't wake me."

She climbed on top of him, kissing his face. Pressing her lips against his, she tried to convey all her feelings through that kiss.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for making my first time perfect."

He smiled, and gave her butt cheeks a squeeze. "It was purely selfish, you know."

"No, I don't know. There was nothing selfish in what you did. I was nervous and scared, and you made it wonderful."

"Wrong. It was totally selfish. I wanted to make sure that you loved sex, if at all possible. I was hoping that by making it good for you, you'd want to do it a lot more. With me."

She laughed, and kissed him again. "I guess you succeeded." She sighed and lay down on his chest, feeling his breathing, enjoying the touch of his hands on her body.

"Tell me I'm not just another notch on your bedpost," she whispered.

She felt the big sigh, and immediately felt guilty for voicing her fear. "Do you think that's who I am?" he said.

"No, not really," she answered, kissing his warm flesh. "It's just a little scary for me. You've been with a lot of women. I've heard the rumors. I know you could have anyone you wanted, probably. Heather is yours for the asking, the girl's in love with you. Why me?"

"I don't know. Sure, you were cute, adorable really, trying to cover up that fabulous body, all upset. All I wanted to do was help you. Even when it was over, and you asked me if I wanted to have sex with you, I did, but I didn't think much of it. I wasn't infatuated or anything. You were just a pretty girl who needed help, and I was glad I was there to provide it."

"When did that change?"

"Oh, that's easy. When you walked into the Gamma house, wearing only panties and a bra, and that stupid huge grin. That's when I knew you were something special. The following weeks only confirmed that feeling."

"Well, I'm glad they did."

"How about you?" Alex asked.

"I knew I wanted you the moment you stripped naked and stuck out your hand for me to take. But the closer was when I asked you if you wanted to have sex with me. You kissed me, and I could feel how bad you wanted me, your big thing poking me in the belly. And you still said no. You lied to me; you wanted me bad. But you did it for me. I knew then that I wanted you to be my first. Within a week, I was convinced you would not only be my first, but you'd be my only, if I had anything to do with it."

Jeannie giggled and scrambled down the bed, sucked his cock into her mouth, and delighting in the groan she heard. "Jeannie," he whispered.

She loved the sound of her name on his lips. She sucked and stroked, and was relentless, until several minutes later he was firm in her mouth. She sat up and grinned. "Ready to be my fifth?"

Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, for Literotica.

 

My first time with a woman was way better than porn!

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My name is Robbie, looks-wise I'm tall and lanky, awkward, with curly brown hair usually too long, and up to last weekend, a virgin College sophomore. I learned when you are single with few friends, meeting a woman is hard, meeting one that will touch your cock is harder, and the fact that I was a poor, scruffy underclassman was not helping.

Between class schedule, part-time work, and no real social outlet, I found myself stressed at school, so when I learned about a weekend scuba trip to a nearby quarry "Lake Lumiere", I signed up. I'd been "Open Water" certified in high school, but out of practice, I was looking forward to a little adventure.

Saturday morning at sunrise, the charter bus dropped us off at the Quarry's dive shop, I grabbed my rental wet suit, fins, and other gear and headed for the showers to change. There was a bank of 6 doors in the cinder block building on the "Men's" side, and the same behind them for women. The stalls were tiny shower/toilet/sink rooms, barely large enough for two, but room enough to change. Most of the doors were closed or marked "Occupied", but there was one door on the end slightly ajar, so I pushed my way in.

"Get in here and shut that door!" I heard a man's voice. My eyes were adjusting to the interior light but I reflexively obeyed, turning to lock the door behind me. When I turned around I saw this naked guy in the shower, his cock deep in a bent-over woman facing away from me, she was holding onto the shower wall for dear life. Her wet suit was unzipped past her ass, and she was moaning with pleasure: "Don't stop! Fuck me! I need your cock in me! Fuck! Fuck!" The shower guy was only too eager to keep going, his lean, muscled frame covered in hair, but you could see his six-pack abs and big chest flexing even as he pumped in and out of her, making her squeal and grunt. I tried to look away but stared as if I was watching it on my laptop.

The shower guy was pounding her hard, then he grunted "Ugh ugh ugh Ugh!" and I guess he climaxed, ejaculated, his cock slowly pumping away at her cunt. Just as she cried out "Oh, god, yes!" in ecstasy I heard a banging on the door and some other guy yelling "Sandy? Sandy, are you in there?" The woman whispered "Shit, it's my husband!" and then semi-stood up and looked over my way, noticing I was there for the first time. She had a swimmer's body, but big boobs, red hair, maybe in her early 30s, a very hot MILF in retrospect. Her face went from a post-orgasmic bliss to a mild shock at seeing me look over at them.

"Who the fuck is he?" she whispered to the guy still balls deep in her dripping cunt. He pulled out and zipped up her wet suit, kissed her, smiled, and said "Trust me." He reached up and unlocked one of the narrow frosted windows over the shower, and boosted her up. She was shapely, even with her with big tits stuffed into her wet suit. She looked around to see if it was clear, whispered "See you later, stud." and shimmied herself out the window, lowering herself down and I heard sounds of footsteps running away.

The nude guy didn't move to get dressed or cover-up. Laid back for a guy who just nailed a married woman; whose husband was right outside, pounding on the door. He looked very relaxed, then smiled at me, saying: "Open the door, bud?" so I, still a little stunned, unlocked the door and cracked it open. The guy outside pushed it open and asked "Sandy? Are you in there?" Almost knocking me over. I heard a voice behind me say "No "Sandy" here, but you can come it." Looking over my shoulder, Sandy's husband made a disgusted face, then looked and me and shook his head, moving backward until he turned and left.

I shut and locked the door, and turned to see the shower guy was still nude, then I noticed his semi-hard cock was wet and dripping cum onto the floor as he pulled his condom off. I looked at his face in horror. He grinned and said "Hi, I'm Tony" extending his hand to shake.

I was still dumbfounded, it must have been visible in my face. Tony lowered his hand and started to pull on his wet suit. "Your name is?" he asked. "Robbie" I managed to say, still not sure what was happening.

"Well, Robbie, you did a good thing just now, I owe you a favor."

"A favor?" I asked, "That dude thinks I'm gay! The whole camp might too!" I blurted out. Tony looked at me and asked, "She was pretty hot, wasn't she?" I nodded. He continued "Do you want to taste her twat?" I nodded. Tony then wagged his big, still dripping cock toward me and said "She came all over my cock, go for it!"

I must have looked appalled, Tony just laughed and pulled his wet suit up over his waist. "Robbie, you look pretty straight to me. But, playing gay just kept me out of a lot of trouble, so I'll make it up to you. Trust me."

I shrugged and returned to getting ready, pulling my wet suit on. I looked over at Tony, he was my height, maybe a little more, a little older, not much, with thick brown well well-kept hair on his head. Big arms, broad shoulders, hairy. A toothy but warm smile. He was one of those laid-back handsome types, the kind people liked immediately.

Tony asked me "Do you have a dive partner today?" I shook my head "No". He smiled and slapped my back "You do now!"

The morning diving turned out awesome, the quarry was cold but the water clear and full of all kinds of fish, and sunken vehicles to explore. Tony was an experienced diver, giving me tips and suggestions and we were quick friends. We didn't see Sandy all morning, but did get a lot of attention from other girls, Tony just naturally attracted them; he'd jump out of the water onto the dock, unzip his wet suit and flex a little in the sun, and Boom! Girls. They'd make any excuse to talk with him, and he seemed to thrive on the attention. After a while, I got comfortable doing "Wingman" duties, as it was a great ice-breaker and I think I talked to more girls that day than my entire life before this moment. It felt great.

At lunchtime, we dropped off our scuba tanks for an air refill and talked. "OK, who is Sandy?" I asked. "Honestly? Tony admitted, "I was looking for an open room to change, and she came up to me asking for help with her wet suit zipper, I noticed a ring on her finger but we talked and the next thing I know she's kissing me and rubbing my cock. I barely got my rubber on before she bent over and slid my cock up into her (very tight!) cunt! A minute later you showed up!" He acted like this was an ordinary morning for him, so I let it drop.

After lunch, we explored the quarry until our tanks were almost out of air, and packed our gear up, dropping off our tanks at the rental shop. Again, several girls from college would stop and chat, happy to talk with Tony and his friend, as if I got better looking by association. We had a great time, I didn't notice Tony had disappeared for a while but then showed up with two take-out boxes of burgers and fries, saying "I've got a beer at the tent, come on!"

He had pitched his tent next to his vintage red Mustang convertible, a real beauty. We sat nearby and talked more, Tony offered me tips to meet and socialize with women, what the best cars were, the best places he's ever gone scuba diving, and the many times a boyfriend or husband almost caught him fucking their wife or date. He was so casual about it as if it happened to everyone. I listened and hoped to remember his tips and advice. Before long the sun set and we lit a small campfire. There were the sounds of parties, radios blaring music, and cars as they returned from dinner or left the park. It was a great evening.

Tony checked his watch and said, "Sandy will be by soon, she told me her husband drinks and passes out not too long after dark." I was impressed, he knew how to read people, that was certain.

"Look," Tony said, "Stay out here for 15 minutes or so after she's in the tent, then come on in." I must have looked puzzled, but he winked and said "You'll know what to do."

Sure enough, as the sun set and the sound of crickets grew louder, we heard Sandy calling out "Tony?" softly, and he got up to greet her. I stayed in the shadows as he told me, watching them kiss and her hands going to his ass and balls while he squeezed her gravity-defying tits over the long t-shirt she wore. Her red hair was in a ponytail and she kicked off the beat-up sneakers she wore. She roughly pulled his swim trunks down, he stepped out of them and his semi-hard cock bounced and swayed, to her delight. Eagerly, without even looking around, he led her into the tent.

Almost instantly, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of her slobbering on his cock, and him moaning and encouraging her. "Suck that cock, Sandy, lick my balls!"

Sandy replied between gasps of air "Your balls are so good, I love your cock, it's so big! I'm hungry for your cum!" She squealed and gagged as Tony fucked her mouth, making sloppy wet sounds. A few minutes later, I heard her say "Oh, yes, your big cock fills my cunt so much! Yes! Deeper! Fuck me! Oh, yes, yes!" Then Tony: "You're twat is so tight! Oh, Oh, I'm close!" I never listened to real people having sex before, it was different than porn, that's for sure, more spontaneous, or real, maybe passionate? It's hard to say. It was getting me hard, though. This went on for a while until I heard her cry out, and Tony grunted "I'm cumming!" and she replied, "Fill my cunt, stud!" I suddenly remembered Tony wanted me to come into the tent, and even though I was apprehensive, I didn't want to chicken out now.

Tentatively, carefully, but doing as instructed, I entered the tent. Seated on the floor, Tony had both hands on Sandy's head and was fucking her mouth. There was a magnum condom discarded nearby, full of cum. Her ass was pointed up, her tits hanging out of her t-shirt, and I could see she was bare-bottomed, her cunt wet and glistening in the firelight, her lips red and swollen. Tony grinned at me, then nodded to Sandy's ass, and winked. I lifted her t-shirt over her ass, watching the firelight glint off her wet cunt. Tenderly, I touched my first cunt, running my fingers through the smooth wet folds and trying to find the elusive clitoris I've only seen in porn. Sandy moaned and spread her legs, inviting me to explore deeper. Tony flipped me a condom, and I dropped my trunks, my hard cock springing free, then fumbled to put it on as quickly as possible.

By now, my animal instinct took over and I was rock hard, I slipped out of my trunks completely and positioned myself behind Sandy, using the tip of my cock head to spread her wetness around. Sandy moaned again and said impatiently, "Just put it in!", so I positioned myself as best I could tell, and pushed.

No matter how much porn you watch, getting things to line up in person is not a simple task. I think she thought my awkward poking and sliding around was teasing because she giggled and gasped and finally pushed her hips back and I sunk in, she was so wet that I was balls deep before I knew it. Sandy started to fuck me back furiously, and I pretty much just held onto her hips for dear life.

"Oh Oh Oh!" she cried "Fuck me! Fuck fuck fuck! I can feel your cock, so hard!" she took her mouth off Tony's cock long enough to kiss up his chest and then stick her tongue down his throat.

Sandy was unleashed, her hips moved in and out and she rotated them, I looked down and saw her beautiful cunt split to take my cock, her cunt lips dragging over my hard shaft tightly. I felt like I was going to cum very soon, and tried to last longer but I had no control. I felt the hot cum boiling up and then my cock swelled up and I started pumping a giant load deep into Sandy's body, hot jet after hot jet. This only made her wilder and she fucked back more energetically than before. She bent over and started sucking Tony's cock again, her head bobbing up and down in time to my cock pounding her.

Tony leaned back and Sandy took his balls into her mouth, roughly, causing him to pull her up by her ponytail for a moment. She tugged loose from his grip and returned to his cock, licking all around and then taking the head into her mouth.

I had finished ejaculating, but Sandy's tight cunt felt great and she was still fucking me and I easily stayed hard, pounding her back and reaching for her big tits, to play with the nipples. Tony lay back and pulled his legs up, and I think she was eating below his balls, near his ass, from the animal sounds she was making the grunts from Tony. This woman was a crazy fuck, how her husband didn't take advantage of her nature, I'll never understand.

At some point she flipped over and around, pulling off my cock and bringing her knees up to her chest, exposing her dripping cunt to Tony, telling him "Fuck me now! I need to feel your cum in me!" Tony eagerly obliged, A fresh condom appeared on his cock like magic, then he grunted, sinking his meaty cock into Sandy. She cried out with pleasure and her hips ground against his pelvis, wildly. I was kneeling near her head, my slick cock bouncing right near her face. Tony lifted her legs onto his shoulder and pounded her deeper and faster than before, Sandy was making sounds like a crazy woman, as orgasm after orgasm shook her body.

Finally, Tony grunted and held her close, his body rigid and his breathing labored, then he relaxed and rolled off Sandy, propping himself up on one elbow and grinning. Sandy crawled over to him, kissing him on the face and down his chest, and idly playing with his semi-soft cock.

Tony reached back and grabbed a beer, offering Sandy a drink, she took it and drank long before giving it back. Tony finished it and lay back, closing his eyes, and said sleepily "Kid, make sure she gets back to her tent safe, OK?" and that was that.

Well, Sandy gave up trying to get his cock to respond, and frustrated, pulled her t-shirt down and found her sandals. "Come on, Kid!" she said, starting without looking back.

I ducked to leave the tent when Tony opened one eye and said "Kid!" and I turned just as he flipped a new condom at me, winking before leaning back and closing his eyes. I put it into my pocket and then sprinted to catch up.

I was not sure about getting too close to her tent, husband sleeping or not, but Sandy had other plans. We took a detour down to the quarry, to the boat docks. She stripped off her shirt and jumped into the water nude, then called back for me to join her. So, I did.

"So," she said, "You were a virgin, well, until tonight." I must have looked stunned and started to think of how to deny it and look non-dorky but she took my hand and said "You were fine, don't sweat it, kid." then she got closer and whispered in my ear "In fact, you were more than just fine, even for your first time!" I admit I was relieved to hear that, no one wants to learn they are no good in bed. She leaned in a kissed me, for a second I was too surprised to move, then my body took over and I kissed her back, my tongue deep into her mouth, and hers in mine. I took a chance and felt her hard nipples over her t-shirt, until she lifted it up and put my hand directly onto her tit, forcing me to knead and fondle it. I felt myself getting hard again.

She felt along the dock until she found a bar of white soap, they were everywhere since the divers used them to lubricate up their arms and legs before pulling on a tight-fitting wet suit. We washed each other in the cool water, it was very nice, she made sure I cleaned her tits well, then she guided my hands down to her lower back and of course, her well fucked cunt and tight ass, and she, in turn, made sure my cock and balls were clean. In this brief lull in the action, we made small talk, as if two nude people, a college boy, and a married woman, washing each other in the dark in a lake, was completely normal.

Not knowing what else to say, I asked "So...Married, huh?" Sandy kind of chuckled as she soaped my chest. "Yeah, I am. I do love my husband, but he likes to drink and then he can't get a hard-on, you don't know how difficult it is to be so frustrated!" she admitted. "Tony's not much of a fuck, but he's got a nice cock, you know?" She asked. I kind of grunted a "yea", not sure if I should admit I noticed.

She pulled me into the shallows and we sat in the soft pebbles, she soaped up my hand and asked "Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass?" I was puzzled by the question, If I was a virgin, how the heck would I have had experience with anal? Sighing, I admitted "No." She grinned. "I'll show you."

She pulled my soapy hand to her asshole, and leaning back, helped me find her tight pucker. "Start by circling the ring, working your way slowly to the center.." She moaned her approval, and continued "Then, slowly, gently find the center and push a fingertip past the muscle.."

I did, her ass felt smooth under the soap, her hole hard and unyielding, but I followed her instructions and gently worked a fingertip past her tight ring. She inhaled, and whispered into my ear "Let my body relax, then when you feel it loosen up, slowly push in deeper." Her voice was so erotic, and her directions so sensual, I felt my cock harden again and my breathing starting to quicken.

As she said, I felt the hard ring soften a bit and then pushed my lubed finger past the second knuckle until it was as deep as I could get it. She made soft cooing sounds of pleasure, holding me closer, I felt her hard nipples against my chest. I moved my finger in and out slowly until I felt things get loose again, then added a second finger. She smiled and rotated her hips in time to my finger fucking her ass until I felt like a third finger would slip in easily, it did.

She writhed and clutched me closely, gasping and breathing out slowly. I was enjoying being in control over her body like this, with only three fingers, when she said "I think I'm ready for your cock, now." I deftly slipped my condom on.

She lay back on the beach and I got between her legs, she rotated her hips up further than with Tony, and I could feel her ass teasing the head of my cock. She reached down positioned it right at her sweet little hole, and said "Slowly, let me get used to your thickness." I loved hearing that I had "Thickness".

I put pressure on her asshole and felt my cock head hit the resistance of her tightness, then slip into her as she gasped and tightened her grip on my arm. I held it for a few seconds until she told me to go ahead, then I pushed gently and felt my cock slip into the base, deep inside her.

Sandy inhaled sharply and I froze, then I felt her hips start to move and she rode my cock in and out of her ass, after a few moments I started to fuck her ass back, using long, slow strokes. It was amazing, very different that the hot wet cunt I had earlier, but something so mind-blowing and taboo about it too, I think I was feeling an orgasm rising in my brain before one started in my cock. She gasped and pushed against my chest. "Are you OK?" I asked She nodded yes, and I slowly leaned forward. In no time, I was buried to the hilt in the married ass of this sexy woman, I started to stroke slowly in and out. I could feel the muscled opening of her ass as they gripped my cock, much tighter than her cunt was earlier around my shaft, but only tickling the head of my cock, not the intense friction from vaginal intercourse. Between the intense feeling and erotic taboo of married ass playing in my mind, I would not last long. As my rhythm increased, Sandy began to passionately moan "Oh...oh....oh....this feels so good. Faster! Deeper! I'm going to cum soon! Give me your cum! Fuck me!" It went from a demand to a pleading, almost begging.

I sped up my thrusting and Sandy started to fuck me back harder, making animal noises and looking like she was losing all control. "Oh God!" she moaned, her rectum flexing around my shaft as I thrust. "Oh fuck! I'm coming! Don't stop! Faster! Deeper!! Oh!... Oh!.. Oh!!" Her body seemed to pull my orgasm out of my core, and I felt powerless to hold back, feeling her approaching climax triggering my own, I began to feel my cock start to pulse and shoot and empty my balls deep into her. My nuts were banging against her as I slammed in and out of her ass. "I'm cumming!" I yelled involuntarily and unleashed massive spurt after hot spurt up her ass.

Sandy's body jolted in sync with my cum, perhaps as she felt my cock pulsate with orgasm deep inside her, and that seemed to trigger a second orgasm of her own, more powerfully in intensity and duration, sending her over the edge again. As she held me close, tightly and writhed uncontrollably with her body-shaking climax, her pucker muscles contracted around my cock and milked any remaining cum from my shaft.

I kind of collapsed on top of her, and we held each other for a moment, a sweaty, exhausted pile, then I slowly rolled off and felt my cock slide out and fall against my thigh, the condom slipped off my deflating cock followed by a flood of cum. Sandy, still panting, smiled and kissed me, then she pulled me up and together we washed off in the cool shallow water.

True to my word, I walked her in the moonlight to within sight of her tent (or, at least the one she identified as hers) still kind of in disbelief over what just happened, and that no one heard us.

Sandy cautioned me to hold still next to her car, a few feet from where they camped. Then she crept up to her tent and peered in. Her husband was snoring, loudly, passed out face up on his sleeping bag, completely nude. His big, but soft cock flopped between his hairy legs. I was standing by her car, nervously glancing around, just eager to leave. She tiptoed back to where I was standing, a sly grin on her face. "Want to have a little fun?" she asked, "I need to teach him not to drink so much! Want to help?" then grabbed my cock through my still-wet swim trunks. My brain screamed "Run!" but my cock got hard again, as she rubbed it from tip to balls. I hesitated, not sure what to do, when she knelt and started to nibble and lightly bite my cock through my shorts.

I looked over at her husband lying there, oblivious, and my brain lost a fight to my cock, I pulled my shorts down, freeing my now hard cock. "Ooh!" said Sandy, wasting no time taking it into her mouth. I stood there in the dark, staring at her sleeping husband, while she sucked my cock. And did she! Oh, my god, it felt great! She used her tongue, took me deep, sucked in her cheeks, and slid her lips over my cock until I was ready to explode. "I'm close!" I whispered. Quickly, she stood up then turned around and bent over the car, backing her wet cunt onto my cock in a quick move! She started to fuck me bareback and I didn't last more than a few strokes before I blasted a hot sticky load deep into her slippery cunt. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from making any noise, terrified of waking her husband up! Her cunt clamped down on my cock until the last pump of cum was done, then she removed her t-shirt and tossed it into the tent. She whispered into my ear "My cunt is full of your hot cum! Watch me teach him a lesson!" I wave of fear hit me and I desperately tugged up my trunks, looking for a quick escape.

Sandy kissed my cheek and said "You're a good fuck, Kid!" then bounced off to enter her tent. Nude, she straddled her husband's face and said, loudly "Wake up and eat my wet cunt, you drunk! How can you pass out and leave me so frustrated! Lick my cunt! Lick it!" while she ground her cunt into his face. His body jumped and he tried to wriggle away, but her strong thighs pinned him and she ground her cunt into his face. "Oh, yeah! Lick my wet cunt! Lick it! Stick your tongue deep in me! Your cock is soft, but your tongue feels good! Oh, yes! My love, Oh, yes!"

Just as he stopped struggling, grabbing her hips and passionately started eating her out, I turned and left, as quickly and as quietly as possible.

I made my way back to Tony's tent and crawled inside. He was completely out, snoring and spread eagle on his back. I crawled into my sleeping bag and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning I was jarred awake at sunrise by the sounds of car engines and camp activity. The events of last night seemed unreal, I just wanted to get going before Sandy's husband woke up. I groggily poked my head out and saw it was early, but that Tony had packed up most of his gear into the trunk of his Mustang. I ran off to the showers and brushed my teeth, pulling on my dry shorts and jersey, before cautiously making my way back to Tony's camp. There, he was talking to a knock-out beautiful blond girl, closer to my age than Sandy was. He saw me and smiled, and we both finished packing quickly.

Tony nodded to the girl, and said "Robbie? This is Kate, we're giving her a ride back to campus this morning!" I smiled and shook Kate's outstretched hand, "Nice to meet you, Kate," I said, honestly. The trunk being full, Tony had piled his scuba stuff into the front passenger seat, then turned to Kate and me saying "Looks like you two will have to sit in the back, no funny business now!"

Kate and I talked back to campus until Tony dropped us off and sped away, waving as he went. Kate took my hand and asked "Do you want to get something to eat? I'm famished!" and I readily agreed. I never did see Tony again, but I did see quite of bit of Kate over the summer, but that's another story.

Based on a post by my deep six for Literotica.