Alexa’s not done with Brian

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Brian just deflowered Alexa, But he’s not finished his interest in her body.

She continues telling her story.

“Then,

all of a sudden, the feeling of fullness vanished. I opened my eyes and

saw Brian kneeling before me, droplets of my juices traipsing off the

end of his glistening cock. He took my leg with purpose and twisted it

across my body, turning me over onto my stomach. No words were spoken,

no words were needed. I instinctively rose up onto my hands and knees,

and hung my head down in total lust as my sopping, exposed cunt waited

for his touch to return.

I

didn't have to wait long, and I groaned in delight as I felt the tip of

his cock slide up and down my lips, lubricating itself, and then, even

though I thought I was ready, I still gasped loudly as he pushed forward

and split me open with his thick length once more.

This

again was a totally new sensation, even more overwhelming than before,

and I had little time to adjust to it before I felt the quick pace

return.

Faster,

harder, he plunged his cock into me from behind, and all I could do was

hold on for dear life as the pleasure struck through me.

"Yes,

yes, fuck me, fuck me!" I chanted as I took his cock deeper than I had

ever before. His thighs slapped hard against my ass, and I could feel

his full, swinging balls tapping my clit with each stroke.

Looking

up, I opened my eyes and caught my reflection in the mirror above his

bureau. There I was, on my hands and knees like an animal in heat, mouth

hung open in pleasure as this hot, muscular stranger fucked his cock

into me from behind. I saw the sweat on his chest, his abs flaring as he

threw himself into me, the desperation on his face as he raced toward

his own pleasure.

I

took in this erotic scene, and the disparate pleasure crackling through

my body all of a sudden coalesced inside my core. I called out "Oh God,

oh God!" and the walls of my cunt clamped down hard around Brian's

pistoning cock, and for the second time that night I had a body-shaking

orgasm.

The

feeling of his thick cock driving into me as I spasmed was unlike

anything I had ever felt, and it was too much to take. I lurched

forward, disengaging from him, and trembled and shook as the waves of

pleasure drowned me.

Finally returning to earth, my breaths were heavy and deep, and as I turned back to look at Brian, all I could do was laugh.

"Holy shit," I gasped, "holy shit." Brian laughed back, and took the moment to catch his breath himself.

I

took in his form as we both cooled down. Sitting back on his heels, he

was red-faced, drenched in sweat, the warm light of his lamps carving

his muscles out with crisp shadows. My eyes trickled down his body, and

landed on his cock. His huge cock. How did I take all of that inside me?

His

cock was wet with my juices and our mingled sweat, and it still stood

tall and proud, straining away from his body, desperate for release. He

hadn't cum yet. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to MAKE him cum.

Rolling

again onto my back, I looked at him with lusty eyes and a wry smile,

spread my legs, and begged him to come hither with the crook of my

finger.

He

smiled back, closed the distance between us, lined up his thick cock,

and slowly pushed into me again. We sighed loudly in unison.

His

pace was slower now, more loving. I wrapped my body around him,

touching him, kissing him, egging him on. At that moment the only

purpose my body served was to give this man pleasure.

Reaching down under my body his hands gripped my ass, and he began to stroke harder, more erratically. "Yes, yes," I urged.

His breath began to get ragged and sharp, and I felt his cock stiffen even more inside me. He was getting so close, I knew it.

I

realized in that moment that we hadn't used a condom, and despite the

intense eroticism of the moment, I still had a little common sense left,

and so as I felt him begin to shudder and shake, I gave him a command;

the command I had heard given to so many other men, but never by me:

"Cum on me. I want you to cum on me."

And

with that, Brian groaned one more time, lurched up off of me, leaving

my cunt empty and wanting. I looked at this specimen of a man before me,

and I took it all in as his hand sped up and down the length of his

impressive cock. Kneeling before me like I was a goddess, ready to give

me an offering. An offering I was desperate to receive.

Brian

let out a high pitched cry, and I watched the swollen head of his cock

flare out. His balls pulled up tight to his body, and then in a geyser

of joy and release, I felt the first spurt of his cum streak up my body,

leaving a hot, white stripe from my collar bone to my jawline. I

gasped. The second shot streaked up between my tits, the third

splattering my stomach.

I

squealed in delight as Brian's orgasming cock pulsed hot cum onto my

body, urging him on with cries of "that's it baby, that's it!" It was

exhilarating. The heat of his cum, the vision of his shuddering,

convulsing body, the sensation of accomplishment; I understood why

Claire liked it. It was a total sensory overload.

He

groaned and shuddered, and then it was over. He fell back onto his

heels, exhausted, and we both just breathed in silence. Now it was his

turn to say "holy shit." We both chuckled again at our shared

experience, and then his gaze dropped to my body, painted with his seed.

He took a moment to admire his work; I saw his spent cock twitch

faintly in salute.

"Let

me get you a towel," he offered, hopped off the bed, and trotted off

into the darkness of the hallway. I was left with my thoughts, now once

again fully grounded and left in the aftermath of what had just

occurred. Suddenly my euphoria gave way to mild panic.

What

had I done? I had let a stranger fuck me without a condom. What if he

didn't come back with a towel, but with a knife? What if;

My

head fell to the side, and a glimmer of a bright highlight caught my

eye. Focusing my gaze, I looked at the bedside table, where beneath the

soft glow of the bedside lamp laid a glimmering object: a single, golden

earring in the shape of a feather.

Claire's earring.

I smiled. "That bitch," I laughed, lovingly.

Brian

returned with a warm, damp towel, and as he delicately cleaned his

semen from my body, my panic fell away, and I wondered when he'd be

ready for round two.

I made a mental note not to forget the earring on my way home the next morning.”

Chapter 11: Stephanie tells Tim the story of her first time, or does she?

"He what?" I exclaimed.

Out

here on the front steps of our house, my step sister Alexa just told me

that Brian, the guy dating her mom (my step mom), had also been the one

to take her virginity. I was aghast with confusion.

"Who

did what?" Came a voice from behind me. Turning, I saw Stephanie

walking toward us while waving back toward an unknown man in a car. She

smiled at him. She was in her work clothes, and the top buttons of her

polo shirt were unbuttoned. That deep pang of jealousy shot dully into

my stomach.

I

wasn't sure what was happening, but I was definitely on edge for

multiple reasons now, and I did not hold back. "You know that guy Brian?

The friend of your parents' that my step mom Kelly is seeing?"

"Yeah, what about him?" Stephanie tossed back casually.

"Alexa fucked him!" I said in a loud stage whisper.

"Excuse me?" Stephanie said in surprise, stopping in her tracks.

"Jesus, Tim, keep it down!" Alexa implored, looking around for anyone who might have heard.

"Yeah," I continued, "not only did she fuck him, she lost her virginity to him!"

"What?" Stephanie said softly, clearly confused.

"Yeah! Our mom's boyfriend!" I said incredulously.

"I

thought,” Stephanie started, “ you said you lost your virginity to

Eddie Besser after prom!" Stephanie had a puzzled look on her face.

"I

lied," Alexa revealed, "Eddie couldn't get it up. He’s been on some

meds for a while, and says while this embarrasses him, he’s just glad to

still be alive. I liked him, so I told him I'd tell everyone we did

it." She ran a hand through her hair in stress. "I didn't want him to

get made fun of, but also I didn't want it to look like I couldn't get a

guy hard."

"But Brian,” Stephanie continued, still trying to make the pieces make sense.

"He

was a fill-in bartender at a bar by the college. It was my birthday,

and my roommate sort of set us up. He was a hot, older guy from out of

town, I didn't know anything about him, and I sure as shit didn't think

I'd ever see him again!"

She

didn't know anything about him. She didn't know that before dating our

mom, Brian had been in at least one videotaped threeway with Stephanie’s

parents Sandy and Don. She didn't know that he had shot his cum all

over Sandy's face while Don taped it.

, but did Stephanie know?

"But it was just the one time?" Stephanie inquired again, even more interested in the details than I was.

"Yes!"

Alexa quickly responded, before backtracking a bit. "Well, no, I fucked

him again in the shower the following morning. But that was it, I

swear!"

I

had seen what Brian had done with Sandy and Don; I knew how big his

cock was; and the thought of my step sister taking that big fuckstick

deep into her body under the hot water of a shower made my balls tingle.

"Are you gonna tell Kelly?" I asked (probably a stupid question).

"No,

of course I'm not going to tell my mom that her boyfriend took her

daughter's virginity!" Alexa said, a scrunched "what the fuck?" look on

her face.

"What are you going to do, then, try to break them up?" Stephanie offered.

"Yeah,

I mean they can't keep seeing each other, right?" I joined. I didn't

know if I really thought that, or if I was just jealous of the attention

Kelly was paying Brian, attention that a part of me felt was still

reserved for my dearly departed dad.

"I

don't fucking know,” Alexa said, head in her hands again, "I mean, it's

definitely fucked up, but at the same time, she seems really happy."

She rubbed the back of her neck slowly. "I just don't know."

We all sat there in momentary silence, until Alexa got up off the steps.

"I need to take a walk," she said, passing between us.

"You want me to come with?" Stephanie offered, but Alexa just kept walking.

"No, thanks, I just need to clear my head a bit."

Alexa

walked on down the road, leaving Stephanie and I standing alone in

front of our building in silence. She had a forlorn look on her face,

and her mind was clearly racing. I began to offer the chance to talk,

but she stopped me before I could get two words out and curtly said "I

gotta go," and headed inside.

Later

that night, lying in bed, my mind was reeling from the events of the

day. My friend Christine, the pastor's daughter, had ravenously sucked

my cock after church, opening up an entirely new dimension of our

relationship. Neither one of us knew what it meant, but I don't think I

was the only one who wanted more.

Then

I find out my step mom's new boyfriend fucked my step sister, taking

her virginity, before he met my step mom. It was a very strange,

sensitive situation, but maybe Alexa was right; maybe the past was just

the past and Kelly's happiness was the only important thing. Maybe it

didn't matter what Brian had done with Alexa. Or with Stephanie’s

parents.

And

then there was Stephanie. There was a weird vibe tonight. Stephanie had

seemed hurt by Alexa’s confession of lying about losing her virginity,

and then even more so when Alexa rejected her offer to talk. Did she

feel like Alexa was pulling away from her? How would that affect them

when they were at the same school next year?

Pulling

my phone out, I opened up a new text message to Tara. I desperately

wanted to talk to her about all this, but I couldn't bring myself to

write.

I

was caught in an indecisive daydream, when suddenly I was snapped out

of it by the buzz of an incoming text message. It was from Stephanie.

"Wow,

that was pretty fucked up tonight, huh?" it read. I hesitated before

answering. We hadn't talked casually in quite a while, and given our

recent past I wasn't sure what the bounds of our relationship even were

anymore. But still, I needed someone to talk to, and seemingly so did

she.

"Yeah. I don't even know where to start," I replied.

"I

can't believe Alexa had sex with my parents' friend,” she wrote back.

Her statement was general to the whole situation, but it was clear which

part of it bothered her the most.

"Did

finding that out make you sad?" I inquired. I was taking a risk;

Stephanie and I had never talked about her and Alexa, but it seemed to

me she left me that door open for a reason.

There

was a long pause between messages, and then three dots preceding "I'm

not sad she slept with him, I guess I'm a little sad she lied to me

about losing her virginity though. We always told each other everything

when it came to that stuff."

Three dots, then "I told her everything about when I lost mine."

This

message caused a stir in my balls. I thought back to our conversation

the night I put my whole foot in my mouth by admitting I could hear the

sounds of her orgasms through the floorboards above me. My day had left

me confused, but never more sexually confident, so I decided to push it.

"Yeah well, you never finished telling Me about it, you know, "

A long pause.

Three dots

The dots disappeared momentarily, then appeared again. She was writing SOMETHiNG.

"Perv" was all that came through.

Damn. I blew it.

Then an emoji: ":P"

My cock twitched.

I

paused. I didn't know how to respond. I wanted to keep pushing, but

there was something I needed to know first, so after a long pause, I

typed "So who was that guy who dropped you off?"

Three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again followed by "A friend from work."

"Just a friend?" I sent back, probably too quickly.

"Maybe,” she replied, followed shortly by “ maybe not."

There she was; Stephanie the tease. But something felt different about this. It wasn't just teasing, it was, flirty.

"Why,

you jealous?" popped up on my phone. The truth was, I had no right to

be jealous; it's not like she and I were in some sort of exclusive

relationship, or really ANY relationship for that matter. And besides,

what sort of hypocrite would I be to say yes when I, myself, had had my

dick in another girl's mouth just hours earlier?

A teenage boy sort, that's what.

The

question hung unanswered, as I fretted over how to respond. She was

always playing some kind of game, so I responded with the one thing

she'd never expect: honesty.

"Yes." I typed back.

There

was silence now. No bubbles, just silence. Maybe this wasn't the right

move after all. Then again, maybe it was the truth she needed to hear.

Three bubbles.

"Go wait for me on the back porch," she replied, "I want you to show me how jealous you really are."

My

cock went from six to midnight almost immediately. The back porch was

an enclosed porch off the back of our building that was a shared space,

but had no windows facing it, and was covered in shadow from the

overhanging trees. It was dark, it was quiet, it was secluded. Being as

late as it was, there was sure to be no one around to bother us.

"Give

me five minutes" I texted back. I still had Christine's dried saliva on

my cock from earlier in the day, and I needed to rinse off just to be

prepared.

I

thought about Christine, and Rachel's reaction at church, and

Stephanie’s awkwardness the night before. I was feeling cocky and

confident, and ready to push my luck, so I followed up my text with an

addendum: "And wear something slutty."

"Excuse me?" she quickly responded.

I smiled, and kept pushing. "You heard me."

Another

long pause. Maybe I found the line and crossed it. Maybe she didn't

like me displaying power, and decided it wasn't worth her time. Maybe;

Three dots.

"I'll see you in five minutes."

My cock throbbed, and my stomach sank. I just played a pretty heavy power move, what if I wasn't ready for what came next?

After

a rinse, the careful walk down the back stairs to the porch felt long.

The cocky confidence I displayed started to ebb away, and nerves began

to set in.

The

porch was empty when I arrived. Moonlight made enough of my

surroundings visible, so I made my way to the big bench seat along the

back wall. And waited.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. This was it, I knew it. Stephanie set me up just to blue ball me when I showed some backbone.

I

was about to leave, fed up with another chain jerking by Stephanie,

when I heard the soft squeak of the porch door as it pushed open.

It

was dark, and I couldn't make out who it was at first. My stomach

dropped a bit as I considered the possibility that it was anyone but

Stephanie, but then as the figure strode toward me, the moonlight

revealed her features like a rising curtain. Ankle socks on slender

feet; long, athletic legs, bare in the moonlight, stretching up until

her hips disappeared under the drape of a long buttoned down shirt.

A button down shirt that was not buttoned.

Instead,

the two halves hung loose, revealing a runway of smooth, skin running

from the nape of her neck, over her collarbone, between the braless

cleavage of two perfect breasts, and down her tight, flat stomach,

punctuated by a pair of dark panties drawn tight over the lips of her

cunt.

My mouth started to water, and my erection immediately returned.

Stephanie

stood in front of me quietly, hair done up in a messy bun, and looked

at me as I stared, dumbfounded, at the goddess before me. "Is this what

you wanted?" I nodded. She closed the distance between us slowly.

I

felt one thigh surround me, and then the other, as she straddled me on

the cushioned bench. She gently grasped on to the window sill behind my

head, locking me in place. My hard cock strained up through my shorts,

desperate to touch her as she hovered her cunt above it.

"So you're jealous, huh?" she said, gyrating slowly above me, tantalizingly close to my cock.

Any power I thought I had was for the moment gone. All I could do was nod.

"Say it." She said.

"Yes." I choked out.

Then

finally she lowered herself down, and ground her cunt against my hard

cock. "Would you be jealous if I did this to another man, Timmy?" There

was only the thinest of fabrics separating us now, and I could feel her

heat on me.

"Yessss" I groaned out in answer to her question.

"Why?" She inquired, as her slow gyrations continued to put exquisite pressure against my hard cock.

"Because,”

I began. I could barely think, but I managed to eek out a response. “ I

want, this, I want, You, all to myself." I swear this was more

effective than a lie detector test, or truth serum.

"I

see," she said with a smirk. Then she leaned backward, sitting up

straight. slowly dropping her shirt off her shoulders, she revealed her

full breasts to the cool moonlight. Hard nipples accented perfect slopes

that arched off the flat of her chest. I had seen them that night in

the limo, but I had never touched them. My hands floated from my sides

onto her muscled thighs in nervous anticipation.

"Why

shouldn't I do this to other men, Timmy?" She breathed, grinding into

my cock again. My eyes were locked on her tits, squeezed together and

pushed up as she crossed her arms in front of her. "Why don't you

convince me?"

I licked my lips like a hungry dog.

My

hands slid up her glass-smooth thighs and gripped her ass; that

fantastic, athlete's ass that I had seen flaunted in front of me for

years and years; pulled her tight to my body, and with with a deep growl

dropped my head into her breasts, latching my lips around one of her

hard, perfect nipples. I sucked hard. Stephanie gasped.

My

lips and tongue were a whirlwind of suction and pressure. "That's it,

that's a good boy," Stephanie whispered between shortened breaths. My

hands squeezed the globes of her ass tightly, and I felt her muscles

flex between my fingers as she slowly humped forward and backward. She

was rubbing her drenched cunt along my painfully hard cock, practically

fucking me.

Her

gasps and squeals were coming more frequently now, clearly overwhelmed

by sensation. I sucked harder, and with a groan she lurched forward,

catching herself on the edge of the window behind me. My hands left

Stephanie’s ass, and snaked their way up over her hips, across her

stomach, then up and under the two heaving breasts that now hung free in

front of my face.

These

were breasts that had teased me. Breasts that had dared me to look as

hard nipples pushed through thin sleepwear, or cleavage thrust up and

out at me in swim suits and push up bras. Breasts that taunted me with

what I would never have. Breasts that now sat gently in the palms of my

hands.

I

squeezed and kneaded, and Stephanie and I both let out pleasurable

moans in unison. I felt her shift and grind her cunt against my

titanium-hard cock as her breathing became more ragged. Pushing her tits

up toward my face, I took another nipple into my mouth, and Stephanie

slapped one hand over her own as a loud cry involuntarily lept from her

throat.

Her

hips rode me harder, triggering her pleasure center on the clothed

shaft of my cock over and over again. My lips and tongue bounced back

and forth from nipple to glorious nipple, sucking, licking, pulling; I

could feel her starting to shake with mounting pleasure.

Her

breath was short and sharp, one hand gripping my shoulder, head hung

with closed eyes. She was in that glorious, final straight away now,

racing toward the edge, so I focused in on one nipple, giving it all I

had while my other hand squeezed and kneaded her other breast. Her hips

thrust and shook, sliding her clit long and hard against my cock, tiny

cries of "that's it, good boy.." sneaking out as she fed me her breast.

It felt almost like magic, like some sort of ritual, as my lips and

tongue began to summon her quaking orgasm.

I

suddenly felt her arm wrap around my head, pulling my tight to her

bosom, her hot breath directly in my ear, and at the crest of a deep,

long gasp of air, I felt her body tense, followed by that sweet,

heavenly triplet of moans; short, short, long; as Stephanie spasmed in

exquisite, rapturous orgasm atop me.

She

held me tight as the pleasure coursed through her. The only motion

between us was her hips thrusting forward against my cock, slowly but

deliberately, almost involuntarily, as she rode out the length of her

climax.

Her

thrusts became slower, and then stopped. I felt her body relax, heavy

breaths still hot against my ear. She released my head, and pulled away

from me, popping her nipple out of my mouth. I wasn't about to let those

breasts go that easily though, and while she was still coming down from

the high of her orgasm, I leaned back in and covered the space between

her tits with soft kisses, gently squeezing and caressing her breasts as

I did so.

Finally

she pushed me back, and looked down at me. She was gorgeous, her supple

breasts exposed to the night air, rising and falling with deep breaths,

nipples swollen from my ministrations, skin flushed with the heat of

orgasm. There was still lust in her eyes, and for a moment I thought she

might lean in and kiss me, but the moment passed, and she slowly, but

steadily, dismounted, leaving my still-hard cock pressing to the sky.

We sat quietly on the bench for a moment, just breathing, a far away look in Stephanie’s eye.

Finally I broke the silence. "Was that convincing enough for you?"

Stephanie

looked me in the eye and chuckled a bit at my brashness. She let out a

long sigh, and then looked down at my straining erection tenting my

shorts.

"That looks uncomfortable," She said. All I could do was nod.

Sidling

up next to me, pushing her naked tits into my arm, she reached down and

began pushing down my shorts. I lifted my ass to help her, and soon my

straining cock was stretching high and stiff into the moonlight.

"You

know," Stephanie said as she danced her fingertips up and down my naked

thigh, "you're right; I never did tell you how I lost my virginity."

I let out a long sigh as I felt her fingers delicately run up and down the length of my dick.

"I

could tell you now,” she continued, as her fingers traipsed down to my

balls, then back to the head of my cock “ but I'm going to be very

disappointed if you don't make it to the end of the story, "

I closed my eyes and groaned as she dragged her nails up and down my length.

"Do

you think you can make it?" she said, a cheshire grin on her face now.

This was Stephanie in full tease mode, but at that exact moment I wanted

nothing in the world than for her to tease me more.

"Yes," I choked out, "tell me."

"Well,

we were at a volleyball tournament." Immediately my mind jumped to the

girls volleyball team; short shorts, long legs, competitive juices

flowing, each team member a passionate young woman.

"We

didn't win, but it didn't matter, we were really all just looking

forward to the afterparty." Their parties were legendary. The thought

made my cock bounce as she trailed her nails over it.

"All

the teams got together and had a rager at the hotel. The coaches were

all out at their own conference, discussing next year's tournament,

which meant that all us girls were left to our own devices. After a

hard-fought tournament like that, you can bet we all needed some,

release."

She said that last word with a sigh behind her breath, and her hand squeezed my swollen balls gently.

"I

can't tell you how many times I've wanted to kill the other team on the

court, only to end up licking their middle blocker's cunt later that

night."

My

cock surged as I imagined Stephanie with her face between the legs of

another hot, athletic volleyball vixen. She smiled and let out a soft

giggle as it bounced. she continued, lightly painting her fingers up and

down my length,

"But this tournament was different, because it was the first one with our new assistant coach, Mr. Ridley."

 My eyes went wide, and I snapped my head towards her.

"RIDLEY?" I said in disbelief. She just smiled that sultry smile at me again, and continued to tease my cock with her fingers.

"He was young, he was hot, and I had put his reputation to the test Long before that night, Timmy,"

 she breathed, as she circled a finger around my tip, spreading the beginning drop of precum all over the head. I groaned.

"You,

you,” was all I could get out as I focused on the sensations coursing

through me. Stephanie  continued encircling the head of my cock,

"Oh,

I had his cock in my mouth many times before that night, Timmy, we had a

routine - after practice I'd stay behind and help put the equipment

away, and then I'd get on my knees and suck his cock till he came in my

mouth."

I groaned loudly.

"I didn't even want anything in return; I just wanted to feel him pump his cum into my mouth so I could swallow every drop."

She

giggled, watching more precum involuntarily force its way out of my

tip. She could tell I was enjoying the story, as much as I didn't want

to.

The

thought of Stephanie on her knees with Ridley's cock in her mouth was

projected brightly on the lids of my closed eyes. On her knees, in her

volleyball uniform, wanting nothing but to taste this older guys cum. My

cock stiffened even harder as she continued teasing me.

"This

one time, right as he was about to cum, his cock popped out of my

mouth, and he shot two ropes across my face before I could get it back

in."

 I

groaned again loudly, trying not to picture Stephanie’s beautiful face

lashed with hot cum. It wasn't working. My cock surged again; it didn't

go unnoticed.

 "Is that what you want, Timmy? To cum on my face?"

I let out a stifled "Jesus" as she continued her ministrations.

"I

swallowed so much of his cum, Timmy, and I loved it. It got me so wet,

Which is why I knew it was time for something more when he texted me

that night at the party." she said, watching as the precum flowed freely now down my length and over her fingers

I

glanced over at her. She was a vision of sex. Her button down shirt

hung loose off her shoulder, exposing one breast whose hard nipple

rubbed gently against my arm as she teased me. Her hips flared out

beneath her, long legs coiled up like two erotic snakes. A shudder ran

through me as I took it all in. I wanted her so badly. Her fingertips

were maddening on my cock - I desperately needed more, but Stephanie

refused to comply.

"When

I got back to my hotel room he was already waiting, his hands were on

me before I could even open the door; he didn't care who saw. It was so

sexy. I felt his hot breath on my ear as I fumbled with the room key. I

was already soaked. We went inside, and right there in the foyer we

started making out, and I took his hand and put it down my shorts; I

wanted him to feel how wet I was. It was the first time he had ever

touched my cunt, and it was fucking electric, Timmy, he rubbed up and

down a few times, and then he curled his fingers into me, and slipped up

inside me." This

last statement was accompanied by her fingers curling around my balls

with a gentle squeeze, as she ran a single finger up and down the

underside of my cock.

"I

grabbed his wrist, and then right there in the doorway I started

fucking his hand. His mouth was on my mouth, I could feel his hard cock

pushing into my hip, and I was just gushing all over his fingers."

 I

was breathing heavily and loudly as she mimicked the motion of being

fingered by rubbing and pressing her fingers into the space just under

my balls. It was an unbelievable feeling. More precum seeped from my

tip. I was completely engrossed in Stephanie’s story.

"But

then, we heard voices, getting closer, girls' voices, and we paused,

nervously. I tried to catch my breath and wait for the voices to pass,

but they kept getting closer, and then they stopped. Right outside the

door. Mr. Ridley and I froze as we heard the voices starting to fumble

with the door handle. We had to think fast, so I reluctantly pulled his

fingers out of my cunt, and pushed him backward into the bathroom just

as the door to the room began to open.

"We

both stayed extremely quiet as the voices tumbled into the hotel room. I

could tell one voice was my roommate for the weekend, but I didn't

recognize the other girl's. They were giggly, they were flirty, and then

everything got quiet. Ridley and I both strained our ears trying to

hear what was going on, and then, faintly, we heard the wet sound of

kissing, and soft moans.

"The

sounds got louder, and we heard heavy breathing, and then they moved

off, and we heard the squeak of the bed, and the moans returned. My hand

drifted down to Ridley's cock, and he was still rock hard. I shushed

him with my finger, and reached in with both hands, un-did his pants, "

Her hand drifted slowly back up toward my shaft.

“ pulled out his thick, meaty cock, "

Her palm pressed against my base

“ and wrapped my hand around it."

Her

fingers followed her story and slowly closed around me with a firm

squeeze. I took a long controlled breath in, doing everything in my

power to stop from cumming.

"You better not pop on me yet, Timmy, we're just getting to the good part."

I breathed heavy controlled breaths, trying desperately to focus. Her hand did me no favors as she slowly began stroking me.

"He

was so hard," she continued, "he has the BIGGEST cock I've ever seen,

big, hard, straight as an arrow, I could feel his heartbeat in my hand

through it. I stroked him slow as we listened to my roommate and the

mystery girl begin to fuck, mere feet away from us. Their moans were so

hot, you know what that's like, don't you TImmy? He was so hard, and I

was so wet and turned on, that's when I leaned into him, put my mouth

right on his ear, and whispered 'I want you inside me.'"

My

cock pulsed hard in her hand as she continued to stroke me slowly. I

saw her legs shift together a bit; I think she was as turned on as I

was. Question was, was she turned on by the memory of the story? Or by

the act we were currently engaged in? She continued, her stroking of my

dick now settling in to a consistent pace,

"I

wish I could say it was sweet and gentle, but he was like a demon in

heat, he pushed me back up against the sink, spun me around, and yanked

my shorts and panties down almost all in one motion. It was

exhilarating. My heart was pounding, I was breathing fast, and I looked

at myself in the mirror as I felt his hand grip my hip; this was it, and

it was all happening very fast. And then I felt it. He reached down and

dragged the silky head of his cock up between my cunt lips, getting it

nice and wet. I could feel it nestled between my lips, right at my

opening, and then he pushed."

My

hand snapped out, gripping Stephanie’s thigh hard at this admission. My

breathing was ragged, but I kept it under the slimmest control as she

continued stroking and telling her story.

"He

wasn't rough, but he pushed with a purpose, and I slapped a hand over

my mouth as I felt his entire huge cock drive into me on the first long

thrust. Even though I was a virgin, I was so wet that I took the whole

thing on the first try."

I

let out a whimper as her hand kept traveling up and down my cock,

spurred on by her hot story. It was getting harder and harder to control

myself.

"It

was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I hardly had any time to

get used to the feeling, as I felt Ridley's other hand grasp on to me,

and he started thrusting. In and out. Right there, bent over the hotel

sink, doing my best to keep quiet, I was losing my virginity. But I

wasn't making love, I wasn't even having sex; this was my first time

having a cock inside me, and I was being fucked. And I was loving it.”

I

was so conflicted. Ridley was a known hound, and just generally kind of

a shit head, so my stomach was full of pangs of jealousy that he got

this treatment from Stephanie, that he got to be the first cock to push

inside her, but at the same time the visions of Stephanie getting fucked

from behind, a big lusty smile on her face, sent my hard cock into the

stratosphere. My brain was awash with gallons of conflicting chemicals,

but all I knew was that I couldn't cum. Not yet.

"He

was fucking me, Timmy, and it was so overwhelming; it was a full body

experience. I braced one arm on the mirror and tried desperately to

catch my breath, but every thrust of his cock practically knocked the

wind out of me as it shot pleasure through me.

"We

fucked intensely, but quietly, and we could still hear the moans of my

roomate and her date for the night through the walls of the bathroom.

The moans grew louder, and Ridley fucked me harder to match. Then the

moans turned to cries; one of them was cumming. It was so hot; my cunt

was gripping Ridley's cock tight while he pounded me from behind, and

just beyond the wall, there was an intense orgasm taking place."

Her hand started pumping at a quicker, more deliberate pace. I was struggling to maintain composure.

"It

was a total sensory overload. I was so close, TImmy," she whispered as

she stroked me, "I could feel it building inside me; every hot,

animalistic thrust of his cock brought me closer and closer."

Up and down, up and down, Stephanie’s hand squeezed and slid, milking me. I gripped hard on her leg. She moaned.

"But

then all of a sudden my cunt was empty, and I looked up at Ridley in

the mirror just in time to see him grip his big swollen cock with his

hand, gasp deeply, and stroke his hot cum all over my back."

I

groaned again as I felt my balls start to churn and coil. I couldn't

take much more of this. My breath was quick and ragged, the head of my

cock bulbous and straining.

"I

felt the first shot hit my shoulder blade through my shirt, and then

the rest streaked across the cheek of my ass and down over my hips. He

had pulled his cock out of my wet cunt and painted me with his, hot,

semen, And that was that,"

 She

whispered right into my ear, her deliberate pauses between words

accenting the dirtiness of the act. The strain was unbearable. I was

about to pop. I was going to;then suddenly releasing my cock from her

grip completely. The sensations vanished, and my cock just throbbed in

the wind, desperately looking for that hand to put it over the edge and

bring it relief, but there was none to be found.

I almost screamed.

"We

both caught our breaths, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, we snuck out

while my roommate was busy fucking, and that was the last time we ever

hooked up."

We

sat there in silence for a moment as I caught my breath. "That, that

was quite a story," I said, still reeling from the sensations. Stephanie

just leaned her head on her hand and admired her frustrating handiwork.

"It

sure was," she said with a smile, "And you made it all the way to the

end." Her finger traced a languid line up and down my thigh. "I think

you deserve a reward."

With

that, Stephanie slowly stuck her index finger in her mouth, drawing my

attention to her lips as she bobbed back and forth like she was sucking a

dick. Withdrawing it with a wet "pop," she reached down to my

straining, painful erection, and gently placed her slicked finger

against the sensitive underside of my tip. That alone sent shivers up my

spine, but then she began to gently rub.

I

closed my eyes and moaned as her single finger began gliding over my

frenulum in small, consistent circles. It was an amazing feeling; it was

like every nerve sensor in my body was hardwired into that spot.

In

no time, I started to shake, and my breath got labored and quick. My

cock was primed and ready, and this overwhelming new sensation brought

me right back to the edge where Stephanie left me. She was touching me

in a spot no bigger than a quarter, and she was lighting my whole body

on fire.

My

hand slapped out, grasping desperately for anything to steady me, and

finding her thigh on one side, the sill of the porch on the other. "Umm,

does that feel good, Timmy?" She cooed into my ear as I held my eyes

shut tight. My whole body was throbbing.

Round and round her finger went on that spot.

"Fuck, Stephanie, fuck!" I whisper-yelled as my body was overcome with mounting pleasure.

Round and round,

"Fuck, fuck!" I repeated as my balls coiled up tight to my body, racing to the edge

Round and round,

"Stephanie, fuck, Stephanie, I'm; " was all I could get out before my words melted into a long groan.

I

felt Stephanie lean forward, and as her open mouth traveled down toward

my vibrating cock, the explosion of orgasm washed over me, and the

first geyser of cum erupted out of my head. Quickly the feeling of cool

night air and her circling, torturous finger disappeared, replaced by a

feeling warm, wet, and tight. I felt her hand slip down and press gently

on my balls, and she held me tight to her as my cock pulsed two, three,

four, torrents of semen into Stephanie’s tender mouth.

My

whole body lurched; tense, release, tense, release; my cock pulsed and

throbbed; tense, release, tense release; -my balls shuddered and

contracted; tense, release, tense, release.

Her

lips continued to roll around the head of my cock, and then with a

slight slurp, she pulled me from her mouth and sat back up and looked

right at me. The moonlight shone bright white on a thin streak that ran

from the corner of her closed mouth up over her high cheekbone, stopping

just before her lower eyelash. Stephanie had rushed to get her lips

over my cock as I had started to cum, and it seemed my first spurt

hadn't quite made it into her mouth.

As

my body started to return to normal, something suddenly stood out in my

mind. Despite Christine sucking the life out of me earlier in the day,

it felt like my balls still somehow had a gallon of cum for Stephanie.

This made it all the more noticeable that I never felt her swallow.

At

that moment, Stephanie leaned in a bit, hanging her exposed breasts so

close to the skin of my arm, and carefully opened her mouth to show me

the contents inside. A pool of thick, white semen, my semen; my cum;

surrounded the pink of her tongue. I took the moment to take in the

sight before me: My step sister's best friend, sitting with her tits

lewdly on display, with my cum spattered on her cheek and collected in

her mouth. My spent cock throbbed. It was the hottest, dirtiest thing

I'd ever seen, let alone been a part of.

Never

taking my eyes off her lips, my hand floated up to her face, and with a

single finger I wiped the streak of cum off her cheek and into her

mouth. Her eyebrow cocked in surprise, and then her lips closed tight

around my finger as she sucked it clean with a pop.

Her throat pulsed as she swallowed my load, her eyes never leaving mine.

She

relaxed down on the cushion next to me; not cuddling me, just, next to

me; and began buttoning her shirt. I could only sit in exhausted

disbelief, my shorts still around my ankles.

"Was

that Slutty enough for you?" She casually tossed at me, echoing my

cocky request from our text exchange. The emphasis on "slutty" made her

point pretty clear: I had no idea who I was dealing with. One thing I

did know, however, is that despite any leverage I may have thought I had

on her regarding my step sister finding out about us, what she said to

me in the car the previous night rang absolutely true: my cock belonged

to her.

Stephanie

started to head back into the shadows toward the door, and as I watched

her ass sashay toward the shadows, I suddenly had a thought. Something

about her story didn't sit right with me.

"Stephanie," I called out just before she disappeared into the black, "that story, was it true?"

She paused, and I saw her mind momentarily go far away before she turned back to answer me.

"Maybe,” she said with a slight, pained grin, “ maybe not."

Turning

away again, she drifted into the shadows. I heard the creak of the

porch door, and I was then suddenly alone in the cold light of the moon.

 Chapter 12: Tim learns the truth about Stephanie’s first time

At

school that week I had a lot on my mind. Not anything scholarly, mind

you, as graduation was at the end of the week, so the amount of care and

attention spent on classes was minimal at best. No, my mind was

occupied with thoughts of Stephanie. Specifically thoughts of her tits,

her mouth, the single finger she used to make me cum, her semen-streaked

face as she showed me her mouthful right before swallowing. We had come

a long way from even a few weeks ago when she was just my step sister's

hot best friend who would tease me from time to time.

And

that's not even to mention Christine. Up until yesterday she was just

my friend from church; the pastor's daughter who would commiserate with

me over her love life, over her struggle between her desire to stay

godly and pure, and her desire to give in to the pleasures of the flesh.

That is, up until yesterday, when she humped herself to orgasm against

my leg before sucking my soul out through my cock. I wasn't sure where

she and I stood, but I think she wanted it to happen again.

And

then there was Tara. I had no clue what was going on there. We had had a

tense conversation where we each admitted everything that happened on

prom night, yet there was still so much left unsaid; It was that chasm

of things unsaid that kept us apart. She had lost her virginity to Bud

Pepper, I had had my world royally rocked by Stephanie’s mouth, and we

were both jealous and stubborn for reasons we were too afraid to admit.

She was my best friend and I hurt her. I missed her desperately.

But

my mind kept coming back to Stephanie. Specifically the story she told

me last night as she cranked my dick toward an epic orgasm. She had told

me the story of how she lost her virginity to the gym teacher, Mr.

Ridley, while at a volleyball tournament, and it was epically hot, and

dirty, and taboo, and, possibly a lie? It had been a tale straight out

of Penthouse Forum, and while I didn't doubt that a girl as hot and

lusty as Stephanie could have had such an experience, there was a

certain tenor to the way she told it. A certain sadness.

I

had become intimately familiar with Stephanie, with her orgasm, with

her arousal, and despite the fact that I had tasted her cunt, and cum in

her mouth, there was still a distance between us. She was aloof.

Protective. Possibly afraid to admit she liked what we were doing.

Possibly afraid to admit she liked, me.

She

had been the one in control; my cock belonged to her, after all; but I

wondered if that wasn't all just a defense mechanism. Which is why her

story, at least the way she told it, had a certain falseness to it. A

certain sense of fantasy. Maybe the only way she could tell me what she

really wanted, what really turned her on, was to do it while she was

still being dominant.

Like I said, a lot on my mind.

A

slight distraction came in the form of being a "volunteer" to help set

up for graduation on the field behind the school. I say volunteer that

way because it wasn't so much a request as much as a command. It was

fine, though, one of the other volunteer's was Sarah, the girl who lived

next door. The girl I had a crush on for as long as I could remember.

The girl I saw get properly fucked through her bedroom window. It was a

testament to everything that had been going on with my life lately that

even after all those things, Sarah was actually toward the bottom of my

list of girls I was thinking about.

Even

so, she was great to hang out with, and after leaving my stuff in Ms.

Dorman's room, Sarah and I paired off quickly and went to work on our

tasks.

It

was also beneficial because Sarah had a certain intimate connection to

Stephanie, and might be able to help me make sense of what was going on

with her.

After

finishing our allotment of chairs, she and I took a break on the

bleachers. We chatted about nothing, really. I wasn't sure how to steer

things in the direction I wanted, but luckily I didn't have to.

"So,

how are things with Stephanie?" she asked, knocking back a bottle of

water. I admired her pale thighs extending out from the seat of pink

short shorts, as well as the swell of her large breasts that pushed up

as she arched into the last drops in the bottle.

"I

have no idea," I said, snapping out of my gawk. It was the truth. "She

keeps me at arm's length constantly, and she's clearly terrified of my

step sister finding out anything happened between us, it's just really

confusing."

"So,"

she began as a slight smile crept over Sarah's face. I think she

thought my love troubles were kind of cute. "Have you, I'm assuming you

guys have hooked up?" Her voice had an upward lilt that told me she was

sorry for prying.

"Yeah,"

I offered back, not sure of how much information she really wanted. If

it were Tara, she'd want every detail down to the last drop of semen,

but this was not Tara. "We haven't slept together, but, yeah." I

qualified.

"More

than once?" She offered back again, fairly quickly. I nodded in the

affirmative. "Well all I can tell you is, Stephanie generally isn't a

repeat offender, so if she's coming back for more, well then I think

maybe she likes you, Tim."

Normally

this kind of revelation would be liberating, but honestly it wasn't

that much of a relief. It made the whole thing that much more fragile.

"From

what I understand she got hurt pretty bad once, so she has a tendency

to pull away sometimes," she said, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"I

didn't realize you guys were so close," I said. Sarah didn't know it,

but I knew full well how close she and Stephanie had been. Very close.

Mouth-to-genitals close.

"Girls tell each other things, what can I say," she nervously chuckled.

"Did she ever tell you,” I began, pausing to debate finishing my question, “ how she lost her virginity?"

Sarah's

eyebrows shot up. "Well now, aren't we nosey?" she teased, but then

evened out when she saw that I was serious. "Yeah, she told me, a couple

times."

"A couple times?"

"Yeah,

the story is different every time she tells it. It's kinda fun,

actually. I have no idea what the true version is. Why do you ask?"

"No

reason," I lied, badly. My mind started to wander at this revelation.

Sarah picked up on it and managed to snap me right back to attention.

"I actually lost mine right over there!" She said, pointing to a section under the bleachers that was obscured by a big banner.

"Oh yeah?" I said, my ears, and cock, perking up.

"Yeah,

with Andy Fiorentino after a football game." My mind immediately

conjured up an image of Sarah, bracing against the legs of the

bleachers, getting fucked from behind. I would never have guessed that

this girl; top ten in the class with honors, AP classes; got down as

lustily as she did. I wasn't jealous like I had been with Tara, with

Sarah I was just impressed. "It was awful."

The image evaporated. "Oh?"

"Yeah.

Andy lives right across the street over there. Turns out I wasn't the

first girl he brought over to the bleachers late at night." She curled

her lip into a disgusted sneer. "No big loss though, I just feel bad for

all the other girls he's disappointed down there."

We

laughed together. I loved that Sarah was as confident in her sex life

as she was in her studies. She knew what she wanted, knew what she

liked. I found it very sexy.

Unfortunately

break time was over, and we had to wrap up our duties before heading

home for the evening. Sarah and I said our goodbyes, and right as I was

about to leave, I forgot I left my stuff in Ms. Dorman's room. Sarah

offered to wait, but I decided I wanted to walk anyway, and she sped

off.

I needed the time to try and process some stuff.

Ms.

Dorman had a room nestled in the farthest corner of the school, one

that took a while to get to no matter where you started from. The walk

through the halls gave me some time to think.

Everything

Sarah said made perfect sense. Stephanie and I were in a real strange

position: She was my step sister's best friend, a girl I knew

practically all my life, and on top of that she was leaving for college

in the fall. Not exactly fertile ground for a healthy relationship.

Yet

still she kept coming back. Maybe that's why she was acting so extreme

with me, never wanting to give up any power; maybe she truly did like

me, but also knew that we could never be anything more than we were. My

mind whirled as I closed in on the door to Ms. Dorman's room.

Suddenly

the sound of a loud grunt snapped me out of my daydream; I stopped

right where I was. My ears strained in the silence of the empty school.

Another grunt, followed quickly by another. Female grunts. Grunts of passion.

Tiptoeing

to the door, looking around frantically to see if there was anyone else

nearby, I pressed my ear to the door, being careful not to be seen

through the door's thin window.

Two sets of grunts now; male and female; accenting ragged, sparring breaths.

It

couldn't be, Ms. Dorman, could it? She was so cute and unassuming; the

way she had to push up her thick-rimmed glasses after she giggled always

made me smile. She had looked especially cute today, with a floor

length dress underneath a navy blue button down with the sleeves rolled

up. It hugged her curves just enough to remind us all she was a woman,

but not so much as to be scandalous. She had nice, wide hips that flared

off a modest waist, but her breasts were a bit of a mystery. My horny,

teenage brain assumed they were fantastic, but her attire always made it

hard to tell.

But

it had to be someone else in there, right? Ms. Dorman would never be so

bold as to do something like that on school property. She was recently

engaged, but she was such a stickler for the rules that there's no way

she'd do something like fuck her fiance on school grounds.

I had to know.

As

carefully as possible, I inched my way toward the thin window in the

classroom door. I first saw the chalkboard; nothing suspicious going on

there; but as I continued to bring the room into view I began to see

signs of activity. Faint shadows dancing rhythmically against the wall;

stray papers careening to the ground. More grunting. More breathing.

As

the teacher's desk came into view, I found what I was looking for: her

hands gripping the sides of her desk tightly with zero concern for where

her papers ended up, Ms. Dorman was bent over the short end of her

desk. Her long skirt was bunched up high and tight to her waist,

exposing lovely legs spread wide, and she grunted deeply between breaths

as the man standing behind her, gripping her round ass, fucked her hard

and deep.

A man who was very much noT her fiance, and very much was Mr. Ridley.

That son of a bitch.

Ms.

Dorman had a look I had never seen on her face before as Ridley pounded

her hot and fast from behind. She was usually all smiles, big and

bright, and had the kind of cheeks that would flush red at even the

slightest sense of embarrassment, but right now that cute face was

scrunched up into a focused grimace of sexual pleasure.

This

was not love making, this was fuckING. Ridley pumped away with

reckless, a-rhythmic abandon, each erratic thrust shaking the desk and

knocking strand after strand of Ms. Dorman's dark hair from the messy

bun she had it stored in.

Maybe

it was my own jealousy talking, but this gasping ghoul fucking Ms.

Dorman didn't seem anything like the erotic lothario described by

Stephanie. Still, this vision of my favorite teacher, one I'd call my

friend, in the throes of carnal congress was an erotic sight

nonetheless. My cock was rigid.

She

hung her head over her desk in a sort of trance of pleasure, and I

thought about the time she accidentally said "Magna Cum Loudly" during

her lecture. How she grew red like a tomato with a mortified smile as

the class laughed, and hung her head over her desk, laughing at herself.

Back then she tipped her head up to the sky in embarrassment, but now

she tossed her head back and groaned a strained chorus of "yes, yes," as

the gym teacher penetrated her from behind.

Ridley's

breath suddenly started to get faster and more ragged, his thrusts

harder, more erratic. He let out a long, high pitched groan, and grasped

tightly to the shoulder of Ms. Dorman's shirt as he started to cum. He

pulled his hand back, but grasped only shirt, and popped open the top

handful of snaps, revealing to me a smooth, jiggling breast encased in a

black bra. It was bigger than I thought it'd be.

I

couldn't take my eyes off her as Ridley shuddered and shook, emptying

his balls into her. She gasped and breathed heavily along with him, but

she didn't exactly seem satisfied. Didn't exactly seem happy.

As

Ridley peeled himself off of her, something else stood out to me as

well: his cock. Wrapped in the spent condom was not the huge,

straight-as-an-arrow cock that Stephanie described, but one with a

distinct curve to it that actually seemed to be smaller than my own.

Stephanie’s picture of Mr. Ridley the lover once again seemed to be

inaccurate. I now had no idea what was true about her story of lost

virginity, but I knew that some parts of it had clearly been fabricated.

I smiled a bit as I considered the possibility that maybe she hadn't

slept with Ridley at all.

Stephanie

might not have fucked Ridley, but Ms. Dorman definitely had, and he

gave her ass a playful swat as he began to clean up. She didn't smile.

As they put themselves back together, Ridley had a very self satisfied

look to him, while Ms. Dorman, she seemed to be more ambivalent. Leaning

in as she finished shimmying her long skirt down her legs, Ridley gave

her a kiss on the forehead (the forehead!). She smiled at him, but it

wasn't that bright beacon of a smile I knew, it was a much more forced

smile, and then Ridley reached down for his bag and headed toward the

door.

I scrambled away, hiding out of sight and watched Ridley head off down the hall with a whistle.

Edging

my way back toward the doorway to Ms. Dorman's classroom, I paused, not

knowing what to do next. Did I wait till she left? Did I just come back

to get my stuff tomorrow and sneak out quietly?

It turned out I wouldn't have to make that decision.

"Just come in, Tim," I heard Ms. Dorman say. Busted.

I

timidly moved through the doorway, stopping just inside. Ms. Dorman was

sitting on the edge of her desk, the desk she had just been fucked on,

arms crossed, but not in an angry way. It was casual, but she definitely

had a look of disappointment on her face. I wasn't sure who it was

meant for, though.

"I forgot my bag,” I offered limply. She sighed, and gently rubbed her temple with her fingers.

"How much did you see?"

I

didn't want to lie to her, but I didn't want to embarrass her, so all I

could muster up was a short "Enough." She sighed again, and hung her

head. She wasn't embarrassed, she was, sad. There was clearly something

wrong here. I moved in closer, joining her on the edge of the desk.

"Is

everything ok?" I offered. Even though she was a teacher ten years my

senior, she was still my friend, and she was clearly in pain.

"I,”

she started before pausing. Debating whether to open this door. “

Richie and I haven't had sex in almost a year," she finally continued.

Richie was her fiance, a guy I had met once at a school event; he seemed

nice enough at the time. "We're both so tied up with our jobs; he's

hardly ever home, and I'm always knee deep in papers and grades, and

when we are home, we're more like roommates. We don't talk much, don't

spend much time together."

The

realities of adult relationships were becoming clear to me, now.

Settling down seemed to be a lot more literal than I had imagined,

something that my hormone-addled brain could hardly comprehend given the

sensory overload I had been experiencing lately.

"And Dennis, Mr. Ridley, he just wouldn't leave me alone," she continued, "and I guess I just liked the attention."

"How long's it been going on?" I inquired.

"A

couple months, once every couple weeks," she admitted sheepishly, "I'm

not even sure why, to tell you the truth; the sex isn't very good." We

both nervously chuckled.

I

pictured her again, bent over the desk, getting fucked from behind, and

I felt bad. All this sweet woman wanted was someone to love her, to

touch her, and here she was settling for a small taste of intimacy while

Ridley dumped his nuts inside her. I bet he never even made her cum.

"I

don't know why I'm telling you all this," she sighed, "you're a

student, it's very inappropriate." While she wasn't wrong, all I could

do was chuckle given the circumstances.

"I

think we're well past inappropriate here, Ms. Dorman," I jabbed, and we

both laughed. That bright-yet-embarrassed smile of hers returned.

"Yeah,”

she said in a drawn out expression of embarrassed agreement. "You

probably think I'm awful, don't you?" She began biting her thumbnail

anxiously.

"No,

not at all!" I quickly responded. It was true; as much as I thought

Ridley was a gross hound-dog, I didn't blame Ms. Dorman for feeling

alone. "Everybody wants to be wanted, everybody deserves to be wanted."

We paused for a moment in silence before I continued. "I think you might

be avoiding some tough decisions," I said, playing armchair therapist,

"and lashing out, cheating on Richie, might be the only way you're

willing to process them right now."

"Yeah,”

she let out quietly, her thoughts drifting away. "I think Richie and I

are not putting our relationship first, and we've just grown apart." She

could sugar coat it all she wanted, but I knew exactly what she really

meant: Ms. Dorman, the conservative, mousey school teacher, liked to

fuck. She liked to fuck, and she wasn't getting fucked at home, so she

started looking elsewhere. It made perfect sense to me. She wanted to

fuck. She wanted to cum.

"Thanks, Tim," she said with a smile, putting her hand on mine, "you're wise beyond your years."

"Any time, Ms. Dorman," I said, greeting her smile with one of my own.

"Please, your time is up at this place - from now on, call me Julia."

I

thought a lot about those final words as I walked home. "From now on,"

she said. Classes were over, I was going to graduate. Was she leaving

the door open for us to see each other again outside of school?

The

thought definitely crossed my mind later that night as I stroked my

hard cock in bed. I replayed those images of Ms. Dorman; of Julia;

lolling her head back and forth, grunting and rippling as she got

pounded from behind. But this time it was me sliding my cock into her

wet cunt. It was me, not Ridley, and I was doing it right. Her sizable

tits jiggling and shaking with each thrust, she'd shudder, shake, and

cry out as she began to spasm in orgasm around my cock. That gorgeous,

euphoric smile of hers would be beaming, and she'd cry out "Yes" as I

gave her exactly what she wanted. And with a final thrust and groan I'd

give her my load; hot, thick, and deep.

But

at that moment, I didn't cum. I worked my cock to its full hardness,

but as I played this fantasy across my mind I suddenly stopped. I

reached for my phone.

I

pulled up Stephanie’s number, and I stared at the empty text message

box. I thought about what Stephanie had said, about how maybe Stephanie

liked me. I thought about her story, her fantasy, about how maybe she

was trying to tell me something. Mostly I thought about her mouth and

her tongue, the jiggle of her perfect breasts, her silky, wet, cunt. My

brain was flooded with hormones as my cock stood like a proud beacon,

and I decided to press my luck.

"You up?" I finally texted to her. After a short, agonizing wait, I saw those three bubbles pop up.

"Maybe,” she responded, followed shortly by "why?"

"I want to see you" I texted back, letting my desire get the better of me. I followed up with "I want to talk."

There was a pause. I waited.

Finally, the bubbles.

"Sure,"

she responded. I was about to suggest we meet out on the back porch

again, when she followed up with a response I was not ready for: "come

on up. My parents aren't home."

This

was unprecedented. She told me herself that she never brought anyone

over after she got walked in on one time by her parents. This could mean

one of two things: either she didn't even consider me a real sexual

partner, despite all we had experienced together, or, or maybe she liked

me enough to take the chance.

"Ok,"

I responded. Cock still hard, I forced it back into my pants, and

quietly made my way through the house to head up to Stephanie’s unit. As

I moved silently past Alexa’s room, the reality of the situation hit

me: I was sneaking past my step sister's room to go upstairs and meet

her best friend for something clandestine and possibly erotic. The irony

was not lost on me.

I

floated up the stairs and stood at her front door. Not risking the

sound of even a faint knock giving me away to anyone else in the

building, I texted her to let her know I arrived.

I

waited. It's funny, I had been in Stephanie’s house many times; shit,

my cock had been in Stephanie’s mouth, she had swallowed my cum, my

fingers and tongue had been inside her cunt, she had orgasmed on my

mouth, and yet standing outside that door I was nervous. The last time I

had been alone with Stephanie in that house it had not gone well, and

even though these were different circumstances, it still felt like a big

deal.

I

heard the click of the lock. The door opened. There she was, glorious

legs covered by loose-fitting pajama pants, a tight spaghetti strap tank

top on top. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Her blonde hair was done

up in her usual messy bun, she was clearly in relax mode, except,

lipstick. She was wearing lipstick. Was it left over from whatever

activities she got up to earlier in the evening? Or was it just for me?

"Hey.

Come on in" she said, and turned and padded down the hall. Her ass

swayed delightfully under her pajama pants. I followed, expecting to

head into the living room, the same living room I had seen her mother,

Sandy, in a threeway amateur porn shoot with her husband and the guy who

my step mom was currently dating, but Stephanie took a left turn. A

turn towards her bedroom. I followed.

"Sorry

it's such a mess," she said, welcoming me into her room, which was

strewn with boxes and clothes, "I'm trying to get things in order for

college." This was strange to me, as school obviously starts in the

fall, and this was the tail end of May.

"What? Why so early?" I inquired.

"I,”

she started, pausing for a moment, “ I'm doing a summer semester to

catch up on credits so I can graduate on time." She looked at me with

slight sadness behind her eyes. "I leave in three weeks."

"That's,

oh, wow, that's, soon." I said meekly. My stomach sank. I knew this day

would come, but I didn't realize it would be so soon. I was

legitimately saddened to hear it. My relationship with Stephanie was

fucked up at best, but I liked her. I liked spending time with her. I

was going to miss her.

"Yeah,"

she answered, in an equally meek tone. A silence hung between us for a

moment, accented by the soft pop music coming from her computer

speakers. "So," she said finally, moving over to sit on the edge of her

bed, "what did you want to talk about?"

I

joined her on the edge of the bed, and watched as she started

mindlessly folding clothes. "Well," I began, "I saw something pretty

wild after school today, and I needed to tell someone about it."

A soft smirk flashed across her face "hmmph, and Tara was already asleep?" The invocation of Tara's name was unexpected.

"No, she and I,” I thought back to everything that had gone on between Tara and I. "we're not really talking at the moment."

"That's too bad," she said, mid fold, never raising her eyes to mine, "you guys are good together."

This gave me pause. Stephanie had never been so generous with her assessment of Tara. At times she almost seemed, jealous.

To be continued in Part 7

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.