A Humiliated woman continues her narrative.

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But

before I could think too much about Stephanie’s implied jealously

toward Tara, Stephanie moved things along. "So Tim; what was this 'wild'

thing you saw?"

"Well,"

I began, conjuring up the images I had witnessed, "I was doing some

prep for the grad ceremony after school, and I forgot my bag in Ms.

Dorman's room. I went back to get it on my way out and,” the pause

wasn't so much for dramatic effect as much as it was me still not

totally believing what I saw. “ I saw Ms. Dorman bent over her desk.

Getting fucked from behind."

Stephanie’s folding stopped. "What?" she said, excitedly, finally looking up at me.

"Yeah, no shit," I chuckled, "she had her skirt up around her waist and she was getting fucking RAILED. And not by her fiance!"

"Oh

my God, who was it?" Stephanie blurted, raising an excited hand to her

cheek, dropping her cold exterior to revel in the hot gossip.

I

looked her dead in the eyes. I knew the answer to this would elicit a

response from her, and I wanted to see it. "Mr. Ridley," I said.

Stephanie

looked away from me. "Oh really?" she said flatly. She grabbed the

shirt she had been folding and got up off the bed, heading towards her

closet. "Good for him," she said, her back to me.

"Yeah,

Ms. Dorman actually caught me watching, we talked about it afterward," I

continued, my eyes watching her back for any sign of expression, "she

and her fiance are in a sexless rut, and Ridley kept hounding her, so

she decided to give in. They do it every couple weeks or so, but she

doesn't seem to find it very satisfying, I definitely don't think he's

making her cum."

"Hmph,

not surprising," she reflexively chortled. That was it, that was

something I was looking for. There definitely was something to her story

of lost virginity, but I wasn't sure what. I needed to find out.

"Stephanie, that story you told me the other night, about how you lost your virginity, was it true?"

"Why

does it matter?" She said, idling at the closet, her back still to me,

"I was a virgin, I got fucked, and then I wasn't. Who cares how it

happened?"

"I care," I said, attempting to break through her defenses, "I care about, you."

It wasn't a lie.

Her fidgeting stopped and she turned towards me, a reticent look on her face. I was starting to put the picture together.

"It

was Ridley, wasn't it?" I said, a gross taste at the back of my mouth

as I said it. "Just maybe not exactly like you described?"

Stephanie

paused a moment, a far away look on her face, then moved over to the

bed. She climbed in and wedged herself between the pillows at her

headboard, knees tucked up almost under her chin. She took a deep

breath.

"I

had such a crush on him," she began. My stomach went cold. Ugh. Ridley.

"I thought I was such hot shit - I had jerked a few guys off, but that

was it, really. Didn't matter though, I thought I was the queen of sex

and seduction. You start to see what you can do to a man, to his cock,

and you start to feel powerful."

She wasn't lying. I knew from first hand experience how powerful a woman can be with your cock in her hand.

"He

was the hot young teacher, all the girls talked dirty about him. He

flirted with everyone, So when he became the assistant coach, I decided I

was going to do what the other girls wouldn't dare; I was going to fuck

him."

I moved over to where she was, and sat on the edge of the bed. "On a tournament trip?" I asked, breathlessly.

"No,"

she continued, "I had made it a point to start flirting back, and one

day after practice It was just him and me putting the equipment away. It

was quiet, we were alone, so I went up to him and grabbed his cock."

My pants started to tighten. Decency be damned, her taboo story was making me hard.

"He

groaned and smiled," she went on, "and I reached in and pulled it out. I

hadn't seen that many dicks at that point, and his was the first that

was curved, which was interesting." I chuckled. This little detail

confirmed her story was true. "I was rubbing his cock, jerking him off,

and I kept wanting to go in to kiss him, but he just wouldn't shut the

fuck up, so I'm standing there, jacking his cock, and he's going 'yeah,

that's it, yeah, jerk it' like some fucking porno!"

"Oh wow, that's classy," I said sarcastically. This supposed lothario of a teacher seemed to be a real jackass.

"So

I'm jerking him off, and he starts going 'yeah, you want it? You want

that cock, baby?' and I mean, despite it being less than the sexiest

thing I've ever experienced, it was what I came for, and as you know I

always keep my word,” visions of Stephanie by my side at the prom

flashed in my head as I nodded. "And so I just said 'yeah, baby, i want

that cock!'" She shook her head in embarrassment. "My God, I can't

believe I actually said that,'' she chuckled.

"Well,

in any event, that seemed to be all the invitation he needed," she

sighed, "because as soon as I said that, he grabbed me, spun me around

and started squeezing my tits." That cold twinge of jealousy grew into

my stomach, but it was more than just jealousy. The thought of Ridley

grabbing her tits, poking into her back with his hard, bent cock made me

a little angry. He was a total tool, and he was getting to have this

experience with Stephanie, a girl who definitely deserved better.

"It

was a pretty exhilarating experience. My cunt is wet, is what I'm

saying, so when he started pawing at my shorts, I didn't stop him, and I

reached down and helped him out."

My cock throbbed at the imagery, I wished it was me sliding her pants off.

"So

he yanks my shorts and panties down," she said with a bit of a pause.

Her eyes got kind of far away for a moment as she conjured up the

memory. "And he bends me over. I'm grasping for anything to stabilize

myself, and he's just saying 'you want this cock, don't you? You want me

to give it to you?' and I wasn't lying when I said 'yes, give me that

cock!' like a goddamn pornstar."

Her legs shifted together a bit at this moment. I couldn't tell if it was from arousal or embarrassment.

"So

I'm expecting, I don't know what I was expecting, I guess a bit more

tenderness? A bit of foreplay? Some consideration at all of my own needs

at the very least, but instead, as I'm there bent over the equipment

rack, I hear him spit into his hand. Then I feel the head of his cock

line itself up between my cunt lips, and he just starts to push into me.

There wasn't any pain, like I said, I sure was wet, but it was just a

very sudden, surprising experience. I gasped, and he kept pushing, and

my body keeps taking him in, and then I feel his hips against my thighs;

I've got his whole cock inside me. I wanted to take a minute to get

used to it all, but he immediately starts pulling out, and then he

thrusts back in. I feel him grab my hips with both hands, and then he

just starts pumping. He's fucking me. It feels good, but it's all so

overwhelming, I can't really focus on anything. I'm gasping for a

controlled breath, and he's just pounding away at me, grunting, saying

"yeah, take it, take that cock, you volleyball girls are built for

fucking!'" She laughed a bit at the ridiculousness of what was being

said.

I cringed.

"So

he's fucking me, pretty uncontrolled and erratically, and just as I'm

starting to get used to the sensation, he pulls out of me, grunts

loudly, and starts cumming on the back of my leg."

"Again," I said, "real classy." She laughed in agreement.

"Yeah,

I mean it was all over so fast, and now there I was, leaning against an

equipment rack, dripping with spunk, trying to figure out what the hell

I just experienced" she laughed again. "Then to put the cherry on it,

he slaps my ass, and says 'thanks babe,' in a gross 'bro voice,' can you

believe it?"

"I can, actually," I said. What a twat this guy was.

"And

so that was it," she concluded, "it was just the one time, and we never

even really talked to each other for the rest of the season."

"What'd the other girls say when you told them?"

"I didn't. I just, I don't know, like I'm not mad about it or anything, but it just wasn't, it just wasn't worth talking about."

We

sat in silence for a moment. I looked at Stephanie. She deserved so

much better. He could have felt those long, shimmering legs wrapped

around him, felt her wet cunt grip his cock and pulsate as she orgasmed.

He could have heard her squeal in delight as he took her nipple into

his mouth. This gorgeous creature in front of me deserved to be

worshiped and experienced, not treated like a kleenex. He didn't even

kiss her.

Silently,

I shifted up next to her on the bed. She looked me in the eye. Her long

legs stretched out in front of her. She had let her guard down. I

reached my hand up and gently touched her face. She didn't flinch. I ran

my thumb gently over her lips. Those full, luscious lips of her, he

didn't even kiss them.

So I did. It was electric.

I heard her exhale quietly as our lips touched, and she let out a low moan as my tongue slipped into her mouth.

I

felt her hand touch my leg. It squeezed. Our lips glided over each

other, and we began to pull each other close, when all of a sudden she

broke our embrace and pushed away. No words were said, but the look on

her face was one of trepidation. At this point, despite all the times

she'd blown me, jerked me off, or all the times I'd eaten her out or

sucked her nipples, we had never kissed. We had crossed a line into a

new level of intimacy, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. What it

meant. What I meant.

I

looked down and saw her hand gripping my thigh, oh so close to my hard

cock. I reached down, took her hand off my leg, and put it back beside

her. I would love to have felt her hand on my cock again, on my swollen

balls, but this wasn't about me. It was about her. About experiencing

her. About showing her that I was real.

Putting

her hand down by her side, I reached back up, cupped her cheek, and

smiled at her. She closed her eyes. She was nervous. I leaned in and

felt the heat of her breath on my face as we kissed once more.

Her nervousness broke, her body relaxed, and I felt her tongue enter my mouth as I pulled her close.

Our

tongues sparred with each other slowly, passionately. She wrapped her

arms around my head, and my hands ran up and down her body. We

languished in each others' mouths with deliberate kisses. My lips and

tongue loved on hers, sliding away for hot excursions to her neck and

jawline that elicited shallow gasps from Stephanie before my lips joined

hers once again.

My

hard cock pressed into her hip, and her legs began to slide back and

forth against each other in arousal. Without ever leaving the safety of

her lips, my free hand slid down her body, past the swell of her perfect

breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach, and under the

elastic of her pajama pants. There were no panties to be found.

My

fingers quickly became slick as they slipped between the swollen lips

of her cunt. Stephanie moaned into my mouth and her hand came up and

gripped my face as we kissed. I dipped a finger inside her, feeling the

tight heat of her body, then drew her wetness up in search of her clit. A

gasp and a soft bite of my lower lip told me I had struck gold.

My

fingers massaged her hard clit in slow, smooth circles, around and

around, dipping back into her wet core periodically to refresh their

lubrication. Ragged breaths released into my mouth as our lips continued

their passionate dance, and she pulled me tighter as the tension

mounting in her core grew higher and higher.

Around and around went my fingers. Her hand gripped my hair tight.

Around and around went my fingers. Little squeals and yelps started to escape from her throat as her body started to twitch.

Around

and around went my fingers. She pulled her mouth away from mine and

threw her head back, gasping for air. My continuous kisses on her neck

and jawline egged her on.

Around

and around, around and around, my fingers summoned her orgasm. Her

squeals and yelps came faster now. The hand that wasn't gripping my hair

grasped wildly at the sheets of her bed, and with a final, exuberant

"fuck!" I heard those three delicious moans burst from her throat in

their short-short-long succession as she began to cum.

It

was at that moment that I sipped my finger down into her cunt while my

thumb strummed her clit through her orgasm. I needed to feel it. I

needed to feel her. Her body tensed around me, and my finger was deep in

her spasming cunt. I felt it squeeze and release my finger in a wild

rhythm. Her thighs squeezed my hand, and she shook as the pleasure

worked its way through her body.

Coming

down from her euphoric high, I cupped her cunt gently with my hand and

held it there as her breath began to return to normal. She turned to

look at me, and took my lips back onto hers. We held each other, kissing

slowly and romantically as I felt the warmth of her vagina and the

pressure of her thighs.

Somewhere along the way both of us drifted off to sleep.

Minutes

later, hours later, days later, who's to say, a pleasant feeling gently

roused me from my sleep. A warm feeling. A wet feeling.

The

moonlight diffused through the curtains on Stephanie’s windows was the

only light, and as consciousness returned, the feeling became more

pronounced. I looked toward the source of this glorious wake up call; my

crotch; and through sleepy eyes I saw a dark figure hunched over me.

Hair bobbing up and down in a messy bun, the only sound in the dark room

the slight, subtle slurp of a mouth sliding slowly up and down my

iron-hard cock.

"Stephanie?"

I squeaked out. The sucking came to a slow halt, and the figure rose up

to look at me, perched on her knees between my legs. Bathed in the soft

moonlight was Stephanie. She was completely naked.

A

soft smile skirted across her lips, and she leaned forward, a strand of

golden hair falling in front of her face. It drew a line up my chest as

her face floated down toward mine. Still only half awake, I felt her

lips touch mine in a passionate kiss as she snaked her body, throwing

her leg over me. Stradling me.

My cock was straining to the heavens as we kissed. I could feel the heat radiating off of her cunt as it floated above me.

Our

lips parted, and her eyes found mine in the darkness. We made no sound,

but for our ragged, excited breaths. Her eyes asked the question, and

my eyes gave the answer.

Reaching back with one hand, she gently grasped my straining cock, and positioned it snugly at her opening.

"Oh my God," I gasped. My hands reached up and gripped her spread thighs tightly.

Then

with one, long, agonizingly slow movement, my step sister's best friend

lowered herself down on top of me, taking the full length of my cock

deep into her body with one stroke.

We

both gasped. My cock was completely enveloped by her hot, wet cunt; my

cock was in Stephanie’s cunt; and even the slightest shift or movement

sent shocks through my whole body. I was inside my first woman, a woman I

truly cared about, and this overwhelming new sensation sent me

careening toward the edge.

Stephanie

ever so slightly began to rise up, drawing her tight lips along my

screaming length. I gasped again, losing all control over my breath. My

balls churned again, and that coil of sweet pleasure came rushing to my

core.

"That's

it, Timmy," Stephanie cooed as she increased her deliberate up and down

grinding on my cock. That name, Timmy, a name that had once been a

weapon used to tease and torment me, took on a new, erotic meaning as

this golden goddess took the length of my cock inside her. It was now a

term of want. Of desire.

This

wasn't hard, fast, staccato fucking, this girl was using her whole body

to coax me toward ultimate pleasure. My whole body was vibrating.

"That's it," she said lovingly, placing her hand on the side of my head

as she watched me lose control.

"That's it, Timmy," she whispered once again, followed by the command of all commands: "Cum for me. Cum inside me."

The white hot spring snapped.

My

head lolled back, and my mouth hung open, overcome with sensation. My

balls rushed up tight, my cock flared out hard against the walls of

Stephanie’s cunt, and I began filling her with torrent upon torrent of

hot cum.

"That's

it, baby, that's it," she encouraged as her tight cunt milked the

pleasure out from my very soul. I felt the walls of her cunt twitch and

slide as I flooded her with my semen, and Stephanie pulled me close to

her as she rode me through the waves of euphoria. "That's it, baby,

that's it."

I

pulsed inside her for what felt like days, and I felt as though I would

have flown away if it weren't for the weight of her glorious body to

keep me on earth. She laid down upon me fully now as my cock began to

soften inside her. Her perfect breasts pressed tight to my chest, and

our breathing matched in a deep, synchronized rhythm.

I wrapped my arms around her and smiled as we both began to slip into sleep once more.

"I might be in love" I thought as the world fell away, "and she leaves in three weeks."

Chapter 13: It’s graduation day, so that means party time!

I

was sweating my ass off in the heat, seated amongst my fellow

graduating classmates, but I didn't care. My friend Mike sat next to me,

and was talking to me about something or other, but I didn't hear a

word he said.

My mind was on one thing and one thing only.

I

woke up that morning alone. The previous night had to have been a

dream, right? But as my eyes fluttered open and the blur of morning

vision dissipated, Stephanie’s room came into view. It was no dream.

I

laid there, wrapped like a snake in the covers of her bed, and basked

in my memories of the previous evening. Stephanie had opened up to me in

more ways than one, and a night of passion and care where I had given

her my full attention had ended with her taking my virginity. Stephanie,

my step-sister's best friend, the girl who tormented me relentlessly as

kids, took my virginity, and fell asleep on top of me with a womb full

of my cum.

I

smiled at the memory, and felt a throb between my legs. I hadn't

realized it at first, but the magic of "morning wood" had drawn my cock

out long and hard. I enjoyed the feeling. I reveled in my erection, a

proud reminder of my manhood, and every thought replaying the previous

night's events in my mind just reinforced the solid structure.

I

turned my attention toward the bedroom door as Stephanie came padding

in. Fresh from the shower, she had a towel wrapped around her head, and

wore nothing else but a black bra and panty set. She stopped at the

vanity mirror across from her bed, and began drying her hair.

For

a moment she didn't notice I was awake. Her reflection in the mirror

afforded me the pleasure of taking in both sides of her body at the same

time. Her tight, flat stomach and the swell of her supple breasts on

one side, the curve of her long soft back, the bump of her perfect ass,

and the full length of her statuesque legs on the other. I had been

between those legs last night. I had been inside that exquisite body.

The stiffness between my legs did not abate.

I

watched her in silence, when her eyes suddenly caught mine in the

mirror. She tried to stifle the smile that formed on her lips, looking

down as she did so. Clearly she was remembering last night too.

"Morning," she said, catching my eyes again as she continued to dry her hair.

"Morning," I said back. I couldn't stop the grin forming on my face if I tried. "What time is it?"

"Its

early," she said, moving toward her closet to find some clothes, "You

should be able to get back home without anyone noticing."

"Trying

to get rid of me?" I teased, sitting up in bed. She chuckled as she

moved back toward her vanity, draping her shirt over the chair. She

shifted her weight to one side, flaring her hips out deliciously.

"I've gotta go to work," she said, affixing her earrings, "and you've got a big day in front of you."

"What

if we both just, skipped?" I said, shifting myself over to the edge of

the bed closest to her. Stephanie turned around to face me, resting her

ass on the edge of the vanity, arms crossed across her breasts.

"You want to skip your high school graduation?" she said with a cocked eyebrow.

"I

would," I said, getting up off the bed, revealing my stiffened state. I

slowly closed the distance between us, led by my erection. She chuckled

again. Her eyes flicked down to my hard cock. She uncrossed her arms

and braced herself on the edge of the vanity. I leaned in close, and

paused for just a moment to watch Stephanie moisten her lips with her

tongue. I smiled, and went in for a kiss.

She

sighed slightly as our lips met. Our tongues quickly began to tangle

and spar. My hand drifted up to her stomach and felt the smooth skin

atop tight muscle, then slid down over her hip. My finger slowly slipped

beneath the band of her panties.

Stephanie suddenly broke the kiss.

"Listen

Tim," she began. My stomach sank. This was it. The rejection was en

route. She would tell me I was a good guy and it was fun, but it was a

mistake and we should just go back to;  "We need to be smart about

this." Her hand came up and gently touched my chest. "What is your step

mom going to say if she catches you coming in?"

I

smiled. I leaned into her, laying my erection across her thigh. I

slipped another finger into her panties and started to pull down. She

didn't stop me. "I'll tell her I was out for a run."

"You

don't look like you were out for a run," she said through a shallow

breath. As my hands slid her panties over her legs, I followed them down

till I was on my knees in front of her.

"Well

then," I began as my hands started running up and down Stephanie’s

golden calves. Her eyes closed dreamily, and she instinctively parted

her legs. "I guess we'll just need to find a way for me to work up a

sweat!"

Stephanie

laughed in disbelief as my head drifted between her thighs. "Good God,

I've created a monster!" A loud gasp escaped her throat as I drew my

tongue up between the lips of her cunt; she was already wet. I

immediately lifted one of her firm thighs over my shoulder as my tongue

lapped away at her sweet center. Good lord she tasted good. Gasping

breaths quickly turned to squeaks and moans. One hand left the edge of

the vanity and gripped my hair tightly. Her hips gyrated and humped at

my lips and tongue as I pleasured her. Wanting to drive her completely

over the edge, I took one hand off her thigh, quickly dipped two fingers

into my mouth, and then slid them up into her sweet cunt, eliciting a

loud, throaty "oh!" It was a cry of pure sensation, with no care for

whether anyone heard her.

My

fingers massaged her tight walls while my tongue ran circles around her

clit. Her body began to vibrate. Her breaths came short and fast

between syrupy moans, and then all at once her hand pulled my face tight

to her cunt, her legs clamped closed around my head, and I heard that

sweet chorus of moans; short, short,long; as Stephanie’s body was rocked

by orgasm.

Before

her cunt even finished pulsing, her leg slid off my shoulder, and she

pulled me up by my hair with a breathy "c'mere, c'mere." I stood up

quickly, and she kissed me hard. Her hands frantically grasped at my

hips, and she broke the kiss long enough to exclaim "Fuck me; fuck me

right now, Timmy!"

That

name sent a thick throb into my already rock-hard cock. She grabbed at

me wildly as she sprung her legs up around me. I grasped for

stabilization on the vanity and pushed toward her, my lips never leaving

hers. Stephanie found her dripping opening with the head of my cock,

her heels dug into my back, and I pushed. She gasped hard as the head

entered her, but only the head. I drew back, pulling her sweet nectar

back with me. Her hand on my cock quickly spread it around, coating my

shaft, and I felt her heels in my back, harder. I pushed again, and in a

single stroke my entire cock was enveloped by hot butter.

Stephanie

and I both let out a low moan as I bottomed out inside her, but there

was no time to savor the feeling; where last night had been about a

slow, gentle experience, this morning was all about pure lust. Her legs

and cunt wrapped tight around me, I grunted into her hot mouth and began

to thrust.

The

vanity began to shake and knock against the wall as I drove my cock

deep into Stephanie’s tight body over and over. I could feel the grip of

her cunt lips on each outward stroke. My balls churned. Stephanie was

slick, wet, and welcoming, and I glided in and out of her with ease.

Her

lips left mine with a wet pop as she caught her breath. The sensation

was overwhelming us both, and I felt her arms wrap tight around me.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, Timmy, fuck Me!" she gasped directly into my ear. I

fucked her hard and fast, completely lost in her cunt. I felt the hot

spring of pleasure coil itself up inside my balls, and short cries

escaped my throat as I tried to hold it at bay.

Stephanie

heard my cries of approaching pleasure and egged me on. "Yes, that's

it, baby," she whispered into my ear between staccato breaths every time

her body accepted my thrusting cock, "that's it, cum for me, Timmy;

give it to me; give it to me!"

I

let out a low howl and pushed my stone-hard cock as deep into her as I

could. My balls wrenched up tight against my body and exploded, flooding

her sweet cunt with an eruption of hot semen. I buried my face into the

crook of her neck as the pleasure pulsed through me.

As

my orgasm subsided we held each other quietly for a moment. The only

sounds in the room were our ragged, gasping breaths. I peeled myself off

of my step sister's best friend, pausing to look down at her body

beneath me. The thin layer of sweat on her chest glimmered in the light

as her breasts heaved up and down in exhaustion. Her smooth stomach

sucked in and out, flaring her ribs with each deep breath. Her legs were

spread wide, wrapped around my torso. Her cunt, her cunt was spread

wide, wrapped around the girth of my cock. My cock was inside her.

Inside Stephanie. My cock was inside Stephanie.

It flared again with renewed lust.

"Down,

boy!" she chuckled, gently pushing me back off of her. I watched my

cock slide out of her hot core, ringed with a white froth of mingled

bodily fluids. A thin string of juice reached from the tip of my dick to

her juicy cunt, the last bit of our connection holding on for dear life

as I slipped out of her.

I

stumbled back and plopped down on the bed, spent cock glistening and

not yet deflated. I looked at Stephanie’s hot, erotically charged body,

and watched my semen begin to slowly drip from her swollen lips before

she began to straighten up.

"Jesus,

Timmy, you just might be a natural," she exhaled as she tried to get

her bearings. My spent cock twitched again. "I'm gonna have to take

another shower!"

"You

want company?" I said with a big, Cheshire grin. To say I felt cocky

was underselling it. I had just rocked a woman's sexual world for the

very first time. At that moment I was fucking bulletproof.

"no!"

she exclaimed with a laugh. "Now get out of here before that gorgeous

cock of yours gets us into trouble!" She said with a flustered smile. I

took in the sight. God, she was sexy. "Go!" she chuckled loudly again.

I

snuck out the back door, in order to come in the front door, hoping to

cement my alibi of going for a run, should my step mom Kelly, or step

sister Alexa catch me. As I rounded the corner and started toward the

door, I heard a giggle. My eyes darted toward the sound and were greeted

by a broad smile framed with fiery red hair.

Sarah,

my next door neighbor and long time crush, watched me as she finished

stretching her hamstring on her front steps. "You're up early," she said

with a grin.

"I was, out for a run." I said unconvincingly.

"Um

Hmm," she scoffed through a smirk. Unlike me, Sarah actually had just

come back from a run, judging by the spandex that hugged her blossomed

curves. She stared straight through me. She knew where I had been, what I

had been doing; it was written all over me.

"Well,

definitely a good day for it!" she lobbed at me, preserving my alibi. I

nodded sheepishly and turned toward my door. "Oh, and Tim?" she called

from behind me. I turned back toward her curiously. "Don't forget to

stretch,” she said with a syrupy lilt.

My face turned beet red.

She bounced her eyebrows, bit her lip through her widening grin, twirled away from me and hopped up the stairs into her house.

As

I stood under the hot shower minutes later, my brain was vibrating with

hormones, memories, and fantasies. Despite all the activity of the

morning, my cock was rock hard again, and I stroked it furiously as I

cataloged my thoughts. Thoughts of fucking Stephanie. Thoughts of

fucking Sarah in her tight running gear. Thoughts of fucking them both.

Thoughts of them fucking each other.

My

sore balls wrenched themselves up toward my cock once again. With a

quiet grunt I fired out even more cum, this time against the wet walls

of the shower, and for a quick moment my mind was perfectly clear. Oh,

to be eighteen and horny.

Sitting

under the hot sun at the graduation ceremony, lost in a memory of the

morning, I began to think about what all this meant for the future. I

wanted Stephanie, wanted to be with her, wanted to be inside her every

chance I could get, but what were we beyond that? She was leaving for

college in a month, and surely she wasn't going to want the baggage of a

younger boyfriend at a different school as she began the next chapter

of her life right? Or for that matter, did I want to have a long

distance girlfriend? I was determined to just live in the moment, but it

was hard not to think about what we were, or what we could be.

Just

then I was snapped out of my day dreaming as the P A system echoed a

name through my ears: Tara Austin. My eyes quickly found the stage as

Tara, the girl I considered one of my best friends, made her way across

the stage. She had modified her black graduation gown to have a fiery,

red fringe along the bottom, and had lined the edges of her flat mortar

hat with metal studs. The principal shook his head as she took her

diploma from him, which made Tara beam. Ms. Dorman was on the stage with

some of the other teachers, and Tara stopped to hug her before heading

down the stairs.

My

mind briefly wandered to Ms. Dorman; Julia; and wondered if she and

Ridley had secretly fucked before the ceremony. Or maybe they planned to

afterward. She looked good today, in sensible slacks and a nice blouse.

I thought back to the vision of her shirt being snapped open and her

breast jiggling erotically as she was pounded by Ridley's crooked cock.

Had she ever swallowed his cum? I wondered when the last time she had an

orgasm was.

Tara

stopped at the far edge of the stage and curtsied at the crowd with a

big smile, eliciting a few whoops and claps. She was radiant. We hadn't

talked in a long time, not since the night we told each other the truth

about our activities at the prom, and honestly I wasn't even sure why. I

had hurt her, but I was probably doing more damage by running away. I

was jealous, no which way about it, and I didn't know how to handle it.

We had both entered into sexual relationships with extremely unlikely

people that the other didn't particularly care for, and It had driven us

apart. Surely we were good enough friends to get past this though,

right?

But then again, Tara hadn't exactly reached out to me since then, so maybe she didn't want anything to do with me anymore.

Soon

enough it was my turn to cross the stage in graduation, and as I made

my way toward Ms. Dorman I swear she started to blush. She held open her

arms and I met her with a warm hug. Her breasts felt soft and nice

against me.

"Congratulations, Tim," she said warmly, "I'm going to miss you."

"Thanks, Ms. Dorman," I replied.

She pulled away from the hug and looked at me with a smirk that almost felt flirtatious. "What'd I tell you?"

"Sorry; thanks, Julia," I chuckled. She smiled and squeezed my arms.

"Listen

Tim," she continued before we parted, "talk to her. She misses you, I

can tell. Whatever it is that happened between you two it's not worth

losing each other. Just put in the work."

I nodded thankfully. She smiled again, pulled me in for a final hug, and then I was off.

I

sat back down under the sun and ran through a lot of things in my mind.

Julia was right, someone needed to break the ice, it was just a matter

of how and when.

"Hey," I said, turning to Mike, "what's the deal, is there going to be any sort of graduation party tonight or this weekend?"

"Of

course!" He chuckled, "tonight at Suzie Travino's. They're saying the

entire graduating class might be there, it's gonna be wild."

"Why

the fuck am I only hearing about this no; you know what, that's cool,

I'll be there." Ugh, I was so lame and out of the loop. Regardless, if

the whole class was going to be piling into Suzie's house, that means

Tara would most definitely be there. So I needed to be there too.

I

had a lot on my mind all day, but the celebratory dinner with Alexa and

Kelly helped take my mind off things. We had a great time, and had just

come home for dessert when Alexa’s voice boomed from the hallway "Hey,

look who I found!" I looked up from my spot at the kitchen table just as

she entered with Stephanie right behind her. I smiled.

"I

heard there was a celebration happening - you get your first pube or

something?" Stephanie and Alexa laughed. My smile quickly turned to a

frown; she did it again. Hours earlier I had been balls-deep in this

girl's cunt, and she was still keeping up the charade in front of Alexa.

I was more than happy to keep our relationship, or whatever this was,

on the downlow, but I at least wanted some respect. Unfortunately for

her, two could play at this game.

"Oh

come on, Stephanie, you know full well how many pubes I have" I

responded dryly, "or did you not count them while you were sucking my

dick?"

Alexa

choked on her drink, and the color drained from Stephanie’s face.

"JESUS, Tim," Alexa said between coughs, "getting a bit aggressive,

aren't we?"

Staring

directly at Stephanie I didn't let up. "Oh, you didn't know? It's true.

In fact just just this morning Stephanie and I had hot, heavy sex on

the edge of her vanity."

There

was a long, thick silence. I watched Stephanie start to turn beet red,

not sure how to respond. Alexa looked at her in disbelief. I smirked,

our roles finally reversed.

Then

in a loud guffaw, Alexa burst out laughing. "Hahaha oh my god, Timmy,

that is hilarious!" The smirk quickly faded from my face. "Never in a

million fucking years!" She continued to laugh in disbelief. I looked at

Stephanie, who nervously chuckled along with her.

"What's so funny?" Kelly said as she entered with a small cake in hand.

"Oh

nothing, Tim's just being gross," Alexa handwaved. Kelly set the cake

down and began to cut. My eyes were burning a hole through Alexa.

"Hey Kelly, how's Brian?" I said just as Alexa took another drink, causing her to choke again.

"He's good, honey, he's been out of town on business, but he'll be back soon." Kelly said with a smile.

"That's

great, we should all do something together when he gets back," I

continued, my smirk returning, "I don't think Alexa has really gotten a

chance to know him yet." Now it was Alexa’s turn to go pale.

"That

sounds like a great idea, Tim!" Kelly said. I felt a little bad,

because I could tell Kelly was happy that I was expressing interest in

meeting her new boyfriend, a man who would potentially occupy the same

role as my deceased father, and in reality I was just trying to stick it

to Alexa. There would be plenty of time for me to get over that though,

and right now I had cake to eat.

It tasted great.

Later, as I was getting ready for the party at Suzie's, my phone buzzed. It was Stephanie.

"So what was that about?" it read

"I should ask you the same question!" I replied.

There

was a long pause. No bubbles, nothing. I got ready to shower, and right

as I wrapped my towel around myself my phone buzzed again.

"Pick me up from work tomorrow night; I have a graduation present for you."

I

was annoyed at her, but couldn't stop my cock from flexing in arousal

underneath my towel. Fuck, what was this girl doing to me?

"Ok," I texted back, and then threw my phone across the bed.

I

stopped to pick up Mike on the way to Suzie's. He and Kerri were

apparently having some sort of spat, and he poured it all out onto me on

the drive. I couldn't tell you what it was about though, because my

mind was full of its own hormone-crazed problems, and I just "yeah" and

"uh huh"-ed him the whole way there.

We

could hear the thumping bass even before I turned the car through the

tall gate of the Travino estate. Suzie's house, a gaudy McMansion paid

for by her father's lucrative law firm, sat at the head of a snake-like

driveway. Cars were strewn all about the sides of the long drive, and

after finding a decent spot, Mike and I made the rest of our way on

foot. Passing by two classmates passed out at the foot of a large

fountain, we made our way into the throng of young adults ready to take

on the world. Or at least the world's largest beer bong. I think Mike

might have been right; it seemed like the entire class was there.

Possibly the entire school.

We

found our way over to one of several kegs, got some drinks, and tried

to mingle and talk over the din of music and voices. Only half

listening, I scanned the ocean of bodies looking for Tara, but had no

luck.

Suddenly

I felt Mike's hand grip me hard on the shoulder. His eyes were wide and

livid. Turning to where the dagger of his gaze fell, I saw Chet

Phillips, the captain of the football team, chatting up a hot, busty

number near the kitchen island. A hot, busty number with a big mane of

curly, black hair. Oh my God, it was Kerri. Kerri had all the curves

befitting her Greek heritage, she wore a shimmering, backless blouse

that showed a lot of chest, putting all her genetic gifts on display.

With no room for a bra, her tits hung free under the fabric, jiggling

erotically every time she moved or laughed. Funny, I don't think I ever

really noticed her tits before. Damn, they were nice.

A

black, pleated skirt hung over the swell of her generous ass, and her

thick, soccer player's legs descended down into high heeled ankle boots.

She was dressed to impress, and Chet was getting the full court press.

Touching his arm while laughing, leaning over to "accidentally" flash

her full cleavage at him, cocking her hips just so; Kerri was out to

prove a point, and it was safe to say it was a point not lost on Mike.

He was fuming. After swearing a bit under his breath, he muttered

something about having to "go do something," downed his 3/4-full beer,

and began wading his way over to the kitchen. I laughed and took a sip

of my own drink. Damn, she had nice tits.

Making

my way into the living room I continued my search; no Tara. I saw some

recognizable cliques keeping to themselves, AV club over by the window,

drama kids over by the bookcase. My mind drifted to thoughts of some of

those drama girls. We all had heard the rumors about drama club just

being a constant fuck fest, and frankly I regretted never joining. I'd

love to have had the chance to eat out star actress Alyssa Mitchell, or

feel up mousey Chrissy Thomas; Chrissy was one of those magical girls

who was tall, stick thin, but had huge breasts. Not even her black

turtleneck could hide them tonight. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to

put my dick between them. I wondered if she had ever wrapped those

beauties around a hard cock, if they'd ever been showered with jizz.

My

lewd day dream was cut short, however, as I spotted the math team.

Sitting among the glasses and bad haircuts was a bright, beaming smile

and a blaze of red hair; it was Sarah. God she looked good. Still

playing it conservative for the general public, a nice sweater vest sat

atop a buttoned down blouse, expertly hiding the exceptional breasts she

had herself. Sensible jeans encased her toned, runner's legs, slip on

flats on her feet. She wore no makeup, and frankly didn't need any. No

one knew what kind of body she hid under her clothes. No one but me and

Tara. Her smile seemed to be lighting up the whole room, and as she

tossed her cascading red locks over to the other side of her head, her

eyes clicked over and locked on to mine. She turned that beam of a smile

over to me, and raised her glass at me. I returned the gesture, and

with a sip and a wink, she went back to her conversation. That wink.

God, that wink alone got me hard.

I decided to keep moving, and continue my search.

Following

the thump of the music, I moved out onto the patio, where flashing

lights and bouncing bodies bumped and gyrated to the rhythms. I peered

through the pulsating mass, and was stopped dead by the flails and

swivels of a luscious figure ringed with a bright aura of red and green

party lights. Mesmerizing hips drew me in as the red plaid of her skirt

spun outward with every twirl, jingling the rings and chains that hung

from her black leather belt. Black stockings ran from mid thigh down

into the tops of white, Doc Martens. Bracelets bounced and shimmered on

her arms as she drew her hands over her body, over the black tank top

that covered her stomach and sank low at the neck, displaying the

cleavage of two, perfect breasts. Cleavage that almost seemed to try and

devour the bangles at the end of the long necklaces she wore as they

bounced around her globes. Black, spiky hair reached toward the sky off

her bobbing, lolling head. Dark eye liner accented her lashes. And her

lipstick, her lipstick matched the color of my tie.

It was Tara.

She

looked amazing. Lost in the sounds and vibrations of the music, the

lights caught the gentle spritzing of sweat that shone on the flat of

her chest. She danced with no one, she danced with everyone. She just

absolutely exuded sex. I couldn't help but stare.

Snapping

me back to earth was a tug at my side, followed by a loud bellow of

"Hey, Tim Miller!" Turning sharply, I was greeted by the quirky smile

and thick, black glasses of class valedictorian, and host of this blow

out party, Suzie Travino.

Suzie

was half Italian, half Japanese, and all cute. Definitely an egghead,

but not in a traditional nerd sort of way, Suzie was the jackpot mix of

smart, popular, good looking, and rich. Skinny, with small, perky

breasts, Suzie wasn't really my type. Not that I ever had the chance,

and not that I ever would have thrown her out of bed if I did, but she

just wasn't my type. That being said, her small ass looked phenomenal in

her tight jeans, and she cocked her hips out to the side as she

continued.

"Great

to see you!" she said, punching me in the shoulder, "I feel like I

never see you at parties!" She had a glaze to her eyes that told me she

was already pretty buzzed.

"Yeah, I'm a bit of a homebody," I chuckled, darting my eyes past her trying to find Tara again in the dancing crowd. No luck.

"Well I'm glad you made it, dude!" She laughed and took another swig of her drink.

"Listen,

Suzie, I have to; " I began, when suddenly there was a big commotion of

cheers and whoops coming from across the patio. Both of us turning

toward the rabble, we saw the recipients of all the accolades: it was

Bud Pepper and fellow classmate Mark Prepon. Both beaming ear to ear

with embarrassed smiles, each holding the other's hand. They chuckled,

they hugged, and then in front of practically the entire graduating

class, Bud and Mark kissed. The whoops and hollers got even louder.

"Wow, good for them!" Suzie squealed, clapping along, "they're so cute together!"

"Yeah,

totally," I responded, but my attention was elsewhere. Looking back

toward the dance floor I desperately searched for Tara. Bud was the guy

she lost her virginity to at the prom, and he was her, well honestly I

wasn't sure what he was to her at this point, since we hadn't been

talking lately, but he was more than a friend, that's for sure.

My

eyes scanning the crowd, finally I caught her. She watched the new

couple for a moment, a bittersweet smile forming on the edge of her

lips, and then she quietly made her way away from the crowd, away from

the bright colored lights, and into the shadows back toward the house.

I

had no idea what she was feeling right now. I thought back to our

conversation the last time we talked, and her dismay at being viewed as

nothing more than a sex object, and here, now, was her, whatever Bud

was, celebrating a relationship with someone who wasn't her. She was

alone again, and that hurt me inside.

Suzie's attention was still held by the new lovebirds, so I quietly slipped away after Tara.

I

followed behind her and watched her slip upstairs and into one of the

rooms. Quietly padding after her I stood outside the room and paused. I

was nervous, but I wasn't sure why. Tara was one of my closest friends,

we had shared so much, and I wanted now to be there for her if she

needed me. That was all I wanted, to be there for her. As her friend. At

least that's what I told myself.

I slowly opened the door and entered.

The

room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp. Tara sat on the edge of a

large bed, one leg tucked under, typing away at her phone. She didn't

even notice I had come in.

"Hi,"

I finally said. Her head popped up from her phone, startled, her big,

doe eyes wide with surprise. Relaxing as she recognized me, she plopped

her phone on the night table.

"Hey," she finally responded. It wasn't cold, it wasn't angry, it was just, her.

"I

saw what happened down there, with Bud,” I began timidly, moving

closer, but stopping at the tall bedpost at the corner of the bed. "I

just wanted to make sure you were ok. I know you guys were,” I honestly

don't know if I could have finished that sentence even if I knew what

term to use.

A

warm smile pulled at her lips. "Nah, I'm fine; I'm happy for them." She

chuckled a bit to herself. "In fact, I'm the one who set them up!"

"What?" I laughed loudly. I plopped myself down on the bed across from her. It was instinct. Just like old times.

"Yeah,

Bud and I, we, never really clicked." Her eyes drifted for a moment.

"We tried, but it became pretty clear pretty quickly that we were,

interested in different things."

"What about the prom?" I said with a slight crack in my voice.

"That

was, just something we both needed, I think," she said wistfully. "We

learned a lot from each other though," she continued, "I think we both

learned how to be comfortable with who we are a bit more. He figured out

who he was, what he wanted, and I knew Mark had a crush on him, so I

had no problem playing matchmaker."

"Sounds like all that applause is really for you, then!" I said lightly. She chuckled and blushed a bit.

"I was happy to do it. It makes me happy when the people I care for are happy." she said. I smiled in response.

"Plus

it greatly increases your chances of a guy-guy-girl threeway!" I

blurted out. A comment like that would have been par for the course a

couple months ago, but now I wasn't sure how it would land. Luckily she

burst out laughing and the tension between us began to drift away.

"You

know me too well, Miller," she said through a warm smile. "What about

you, Tim," she continued, looking right at me now, "have you figured out

what you want yet?"

I

just took in the room for a moment. It was quiet. The thump of the

downstairs music was audible but faint. The slatted door of a closet

across from us stood slightly ajar. The warm, low light cast deep

shadows across Tara's body.

"Yes,"

I finally let out, practically whispering, "I want us to be friends

again. I miss you so friggin' much, Tara, I miss talking to you, I miss

laughing with you, there's so much going on right now that I barely know

how to process because I don't have you to talk to about it. Like,” I

didn't know where to start, “ like Ms. Dorman!" I exclaimed, "I caught

Ms. Dorman getting fucked by Mr. Ridley the other day!"

"I'm sorry, What?" She said, her big doe eyes going wide again with surprise.

"Yes!

He had her bent right over her desk, and was railing her from behind,

and it was awkward, and it was hot, and it was confusing, and I so

desperately wanted to talk to you about it." My franticness calmed down

and sincerity returned. "I am so sorry I ever made you feel bad for a

single second. You're my best friend, and I want you in my life, Tara. I

just hope, that maybe you want me in yours too."

There

was a long pause that bound my insides into tight, cramped knots. She

breathed in deep, and let out a controlled breath before saying "I do,

Miller, I miss you too." Breath escaped my body desperately, and I

somehow managed to begin breathing again.

"That

is so good, to hear, Tara," I wheezed. She leaned in and gave me a big,

tight hug. We were going to be ok. Tara and I were friends again, and

that's all either of us wanted. "There's so much I want to tell you,

seriously."

We broke our warm hug, and Tara leaned back again, a look of slight trepidation on her face now.

"Well,"

she began, fiddling with the hem of her plaid skirt, "in the interest

of full transparency I should tell you," she paused. " I'm kinda seeing

someone."

"That's

awesome!" I blurted out joyously. I may have over done it though, as my

positive reaction was masking a cold dropping of my stomach. I wasn't

sure why that pang of jealousy came back, I was legitimately happy for

her, but there it was. "How big is his cock?" I joked. Like I said -

overdoing it.

"Well

the thing is," she began, but was cut off by the creek of the bedroom

door opening. "Shit!" she said in a loud, panicked whisper. Frantically

she grabbed on to me, and seeing no other recourse, reached for the

closet door, shoved me inside, and quickly jumped back onto the bed.

Still

trying to wrap my head around what was happening, I watched through the

slats of the closet door as Tara breathlessly tried to appear calm and

relaxed. I felt a stir in my pants as my more voyeuristic tendencies

began to trigger. I couldn't yet see who entered the room, but I watched

Tara's perfect breasts rise and fall beneath her tank top as her eyes

met this mystery entrant. It had to be the guy she was dating. Why else

would she be so flustered to have the two of us in the same room?

Suddenly

a voice pierced the silence. "Hey, I got your text." My breath stopped

short in my chest. I knew the voice right away, but I couldn't believe

it. I strained my eyes around the corner of the closest door, desperate

to prove my ears wrong, but it was no use. Then I heard the swish of

walking legs and all at once my eyes confirmed the sound. Looking

through the slats of the closet, the curvy, jean-clad ass of a woman

entered my eye line. Slowly my eyes traveled upward, not wanting to

believe what I was seeing, but reality became undeniable as they locked

on her hair.

That lovely wave of fiery, red hair.

Sarah,

my next door neighbor and longest crush, the girl Tara and I witnessed

get thoroughly dicked down while we jerked off together, climbed onto

the bed, leaned in, and kissed Tara passionately. Tara melted.

Kissing

her way down Tara's neck, Sarah's hand drifted down over one of Tara's

perfect breasts and squeezed. Tara moaned, and her legs pulled up and

wrapped around Sarah's body. The movement bunched her skirt up around

her waist, and from my vantage point I could see the cheek of her ass

peeking out from her black panties.

Sarah

continued her travels down Tara's writhing body, briefly kissing and

squeezing all the landmarks, but with a destination firmly evident. Her

lips traipsed over the bunch of Tara's skirt, and she wrapped one arm

around an exposed thigh as she pushed her face between my best friend's

legs. Tara gasped. Kisses peppered her panty-clad cunt as her breasts

heaved up and down in overwhelming sensation.

Then

Sarah suddenly stopped, planting a couple kisses on Tara's thigh as she

pulled away. Looping her fingers through the band of Tara's panties,

Sarah stood up, and pulled. Tara smiled, lifting her ass as Sarah slid

the panties down her legs, off and over her boots.

Any

concern for me being in the room was gone now, and Tara was overcome

with lust. Her hands ran over her own thighs as they butterflied open,

giving me a full view of my best friend's sopping wet cunt. I had seen

her perfect tits, I had seen her body shudder and shake with orgasm, but

I had never seen her cunt. Now here it was on full display. Her lips

were swollen and wide with desire, glistening with moisture in the low

lamp light, and there wasn't a strand of hair anywhere; she was fully,

smoothly shaven.

I

wasn't sure when the last time I had taken a breath was. I was overcome

with a million conflicting emotions. I felt betrayed that Tara was in a

relationship with the girl she knew I had lusted after for years. I

also knew I had no right to feel that way. I was jealous of both of

them. I was guilty that I was watching this so clandestinely. On top of

this all, however, I was hard as a fucking rock.

Reaching

down and grasping the hem of her sweater vest, Sarah shimmied her hips

as she pulled it up and over her head. She then made a show of it as she

started unbuttoning her blouse. Tara smiled and drifted her hand down

between her legs. She dipped her finger into her wet cunt, and began

slowly rubbing herself as she watched Sarah undress.

I

couldn't see the reveal of Sarah's ample breasts and tight stomach, but

as her blouse fell away, I found the smooth swoop of her back to be

intoxicating. Then, with a shimmy of her hips, she turned her back to

Tara and I was greeted with a full view of her stomach and bra-encased

tits. Those tits. Oh, my God. Large and pale, they sat high in a lacy

bra thin enough to see her hard nipples through.

Sarah

undid her belt, and with a sexy cock of her hips began to peel her

tight jeans down her legs. I got a good deep look at her full cleavage

as she bent over, and my cock throbbed. Straightening back up, she

looked back over her shoulder at Tara, smiled, and reached up and

unsnapped her bra.

Tara

stood up off the bed and embraced Sarah from behind, wrapping her arms

around the redhead's scantily clad body. Tara ran her hands all over

Sarah, kissing and licking at her neck and collarbone as she explored.

Sarah sighed, and gyrated her ass tight against Tara's crotch. Both

breathing heavy now, Tara slid her hands up to the cups of Sarah's bra,

and in full view of my voyeuristic eyes, almost like she was doing it

for my benefit, my best friend pulled the fabric away and set Sarah's

large, beautiful tits free.

My hand went to my cock and squeezed.

Tara

pushed Sarah's tits together, eliciting a deep moan from the redhead.

Sliding under them, Tara lifted those hefty breasts, almost presenting

them, and then pinched their hard, pink nipples between her fingers.

Sarah gasped.

My hand slowly lowered the zipper on my pants. This was so wrong, but I couldn't resist.

Tara's

hand slithered down Sarah's body, over her stomach, stopping briefly at

the band of her panties before silently slipping inside. Sarah's hips

began to gyrate as Tara bathed her fingers in the hot wetness I had

literally dreamed about.

My

cock was practically screaming. Reaching in, I pulled it out through

the fly of my pants. I could practically feel its throbbing heat without

even touching it.

Sarah

turned around, grasped at Tara's shirt, and quickly pulled it up and

over her head. Having no patience for the clasp of a bra, Sarah yanked

Tara's bra down off her perfect tits, expressing a startled gasp from my

best friend. Her hands gripped each globe, and she attacked them each

with her mouth. Sucking, kissing, licking, Tara's tits soon glimmered

with Sarah's wet saliva. Every time Sarah's lips latched on to a nipple,

a short sexy moan escaped Tara's lips. Holding on for dear life at the

erotic assault, Tara's breath heaved, and her hands gripped and kneaded

at Sarah's full ass, desperately working the girl's panties off inch by

inch.

Stumbling

forward, Sarah pushed Tara back down onto the edge of the bed; Tara's

tits bounced playfully as her ass hit the mattress. Sarah bent over,

sliding her panties all the way down her pale legs, giving me a full

view of her ass, her cunt lips squeezed between her thighs. Tara just

smiled, and used the moment to remove her boots and climb fully onto the

bed.

I

think I began to drool. Or at least my cock did. It stuck out firm and

hard from my zipper and I was losing my self control. I wanted to be

mad, I wanted to be angry, but more than that, fuck, I wanted to cum.

Tara's

legs butterflied open and closed again in anticipation; clearly an

excited tick she had that I never knew about. It was adorable. It was

sexy as hell. Her hand drifted back to her own throbbing, wet lips.

Those glistening, aroused lips, I think I wanted to taste them.

My finger idly traced along the length of my iron cock. A small, static shock of pleasure surged through me.

Tara

took in the view of the redheaded goddess before her and smiled just as

Sarah took a step forward, grasped Tara's thighs, and slowly lowered to

her knees on the floor. Tara repositioned herself, shimmied forward

slightly, and let out a long, wet moan as my biggest crush's tongue

began dancing all over my best friend's clit.

It was all I could take. My hand gripped my firm cock and began to stroke.

My

eyes strained through the slats of the closet desperate to take in

every bit of the erotic sight before me. Tara gasped and moaned, writhed

and shook, as Sarah lapped and sucked. Her tits rose and fell, nipples

reaching for the sky as her breath heaved in her chest. They jiggled

delightfully every time she shifted to regain stability, or after an

unexpected shock of sensation.

There was no stopping me now, I was in a trance, stroking my cock deliberately while transfixed by this sapphic exhibition.

Tara

hoisted herself up onto her hands so she could watch Sarah's tongue

perform its magic. They locked eyes and Tara ran her hand lovingly

through Sarah's ginger locks. Sarah's hand drifted down over one thick

thigh to meet her tongue at Tara's dripping center. Stopping momentarily

to catch her breath and lube up her fingers, Sarah's lips latched back

on to Tara's clit and in one smooth motion she pushed two fingers deep

into Tara's cunt.

With

a loud moan, Tara lost her stabilization and dropped back onto the

mattress, her lovely tits bouncing wildly. Her breath was ragged and

fast as Sarah slid fingers in and out of her wet cunt in time with the

tongue playing pinball on her clit. Regaining her stabilization, at

least on one elbow, she ran her hand back to Sarah's hair, but this

wasn't a loving caress, this was a wanton grasp, a fist full of hair to

hold on for dear life as Tara rocketed toward ultimate release.

I

stroked hard and fast as I watched my best friend's face crinkle and

grimace, eyes squeezed shut, mouth dropping open in a pleasurable "O."

Her moans came faster and shorter, tits jiggling with every breath, a

slight, wet slurping noise illustrating the waterfall of cunt juice and

saliva cascading from her loins.

"Oh

fuck, oh fuck," Tara began chanting. Her body began to convulse and

contort, and I knew she was there; she was going to cum; and so was I. I

couldn't' take my eyes off her beautiful body, vulnerable and open, and

I was with her right there in the moment, just like I had been when we

were together in my bathroom.

Then,

in a horrible moment of clarity, I remembered where I was; in a closet

at a classmate's house. No Kleenex, no towels, not even a drink cup;

where was I going to cum? As Tara's "Oh, fuck"s came faster, I

frantically looked around for something to catch my jizz, as I was

definitely not going to just spray the inside of this closet like a

psychopath.

Seeing

no acceptable receptacle I knew I had no options, so I followed along

with Tara's pleasure cruise as far as I could, edging myself to the

brink, then expending every ounce of willpower I had and taking my hand

off my screaming cock just as Tara's thighs clamped around Sarah's head

and her whole body convulsed in a long, hard, orgasm.

Tara cumming was still the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

My

heart rate and rapid breaths matched Tara's as I watched in delicious

frustration as Tara rode the cresting wave of her climax. My cock

throbbed and bobbed, desperate for release, but I stayed strong, and as

the hormones and endorphins ping ponged through my body with nowhere to

go, I realized it was a feeling I didn't hate. It wasn't as satisfying

as shooting my load, but the denial, the edging, the game of orgasmic

chicken, was yummy.

Coming

down from her euphoric high, Tara's breath began to return to normal,

and Sarah's tongue and fingers downshifted from driving force to loving

support. Slowly she pulled her fingers out of Tara's swollen cunt, gave

it a final tender kiss, and then jumped up to cover Tara's body with her

own. There was no hesitation on Tara's part, and she wrapped her arms

around Sarah's body and kissed her deep on her cum-covered mouth.

Sarah

lurched forward, spreading her legs to stabilize. Her nude backside

arched into the air and the girl I had lusted after for years

unknowingly gave me a full view of her cunt, wet and wide with desire.

My hand snaked back to my cock, but could only muster a few short

strokes before my primed pump was back at the point of explosion. I

backed off again, sending delightful shockwaves through my disgruntled

balls.

Lips

mashed together; hands roamed free, gripping and squeezing; breaths

came hot and ragged; bodies rolled and gyrated under low lamp light.

Rolling

Sarah onto her back, Tara pinned her hands above her head, and the two

shared a breathless smile; it was Tara's turn now. Gravity pulled

Sarah's plump melons back toward her face, and each deep breath shook

them up and down in a way that made me throb. Tara kissed and licked her

way down Sarah's body, stopping to pay extra attention to her wonderful

tits. Pushing them together she dropped her face in Sarah's

considerable cleavage, squeezing hard as she did. Sarah let out a choked

off, high-pitched squeak in response.

I gave my cock two more pumps and then pulled off. What a sexy fucking sound.

Tara's

lips clamped around Sarah's nipple and the squeak came back, louder

this time, and accompanied by a gasp as her mouth dropped open in

pleasure. I had watched this girl get fucked silly, I had seen her cum,

but I had never heard it, and her squeaks and moans of pleasure made it

very difficult to maintain my commitment to edging-only masturbation.

Tara,

on the other hand, was committed only to making Sarah's body sing with

pleasure. She sucked long and hard on Sarah's nipples, kneading and

massaging her breasts as she did, and it was driving Sarah insane. Her

body shook and vibrated, and if I didn't know any better it seemed like

her goal was to make Sarah cum from nipple play alone. I was so jealous.

It wasn't that same cold, angry jealousy I felt when I thought about

Bud Pepper being the first guy to fill Tara with his cum, however. It

was the kind of jealousy you get when you find out your friend went to

the amusement park you didn't get to go to. I was jealous that I didn't

get to experience Sarah's body, but I wasn't angry that Tara did.

It

was tough to be angry with the show I was getting. Finished with her

nipples and leaving her gasping for air, Tara continued kissing and

licking down Sarah's body until settling her head between her legs. Tara

didn't dive right in the way Sarah did, though, she began stroking and

nibbling at Sarah's thighs, licking dangerously close to her cunt but

never quite running her tongue over it. It was driving Sarah wild.

Shaking and straining, gyrating her hips, trying desperately to find

Tara's tongue with her cunt, Sarah was getting frantic.

"Please,

baby, please," Sarah gasped, "no more teasing; I need it, please!" I

stroked my cock a few times at the sounds of my next door neighbor

begging my best friend to lick her cunt. Pleasure shot up my spine and I

took my hand off my cock again.

Tara

smiled that wry smile of hers, and with a wide, flat tongue, she

pressed into Sarah and slowly licked up the length of her slit. Sarah

drew in a long, deep breath, her head lolling back as the intense

sensation passed through her.

Tara

was focused now, and began eating Sarah's cunt with vigor, one hand

squeezing one of those glorious pale breasts as she did so. My cock

buzzed, painfully hard. I could barely do more than graze it with my

hand before I had to back off. Tara's ass bounced excitedly in the air

as she pleasured her lover, her plaid skirt still bunched around her

waist. Sarah was lost in sensation, her exhaling breaths accentuated

with short "Ooh"s. Then, reaching down and grasping a wrist, Sarah drew

Tara's hand off her tit and up to her mouth. Licking her lips between

gasps of breath, Sarah took two of Tara's fingers into her mouth and

began licking and sucking on them as though they were my cock.

I mean A cock.

Eyes

shut tight and totally lost in the moment, Sarah fellated those fingers

expertly. Wetly. I had never been so jealous of two digits. I didn't

dare touch my cock for more than a hot second.

Taking

the hint, Tara dragged her hand away from Sarah's pink, wet mouth, and

down to her pink, wet cunt. Wasting no time, she rubbed the dripping

fingers around Sarah's swollen vulva, then carefully inserted one,

drawing a syrupy "Ooooh'' from the redhead. Tara's index finger slipped

in and out as she tongued Sarah's clit, causing her athletic body to

shift and tense as the pleasure built. Her breath got shorter, faster,

her bountiful tits jiggled and shook as her diaphragm sucked in and out.

She was getting close. So close.

I

was locked on to two special women in my life fucking with abandon that

I almost didn't register the words Sarah managed to choke out as she

began to lose control.

"Two"

she said breathlessly, "give me two!" without missing a beat, Tara

slipped her middle finger in to join her index, triggering a long, drawn

out "Yessssssss" from the writhing ginger. My balls felt like concrete

now, my cock painfully straining for release, but I didn't give in.

gentle touches and quick strokes stoked the pleasure centers of my body

as I took in the erotic sight before me.

Tara's

lips were latched tight onto Sarah's clit plunging two fingers swiftly

in and out of her dripping cunt. Sarah shook. She vibrated, each ragged

breath choked off by a high pitched squeak. Her legs began to flail,

causing Tara to hold on for dear life with her free hand. Two pale hands

frantically grabbed onto Tara's spiky black hair for stabilization,

hot, sexy abs fired as her body crunched, a wave of red hair whipped

forward, and a low moan grew to a loud wail as Sarah, my next door

neighber and objected of all my teenage lust, orgasmed all over my best

friend's face.

The

sensations coursing through my own body, the endorphins, the denial of

release, was so extreme that I almost blacked out as I watched Sarah

cum. The girls came down from their erotic highs, and gently made out

and relaxed, chatting quietly. I, however, was still stuck in the

closet. I contemplated sawing my way through the wall, seeing as my cock

was hard enough to cut a diamond, but I thought better of it and sat

silently with my erection.

Eventually

the low chatter died down completely, and almost as though it was a

signal that I could make my move, the bedside lamp clicked off. I waited

a moment, straining my ears for signs of consciousness, but heard only

the soft, rhythmic breaths of sleep. Slowly and quietly I edged the

closet door open, delicately padded my way over the carpet past the bed,

and exited the bedroom.

In

the hallway my breath returned, and led by my iron-hard cock I

frantically tried the surrounding doors until I found a bathroom.

Lurching my way over toward the shower, I struggled to free my cock

again from the confines of my pants. Tossing back the shower curtain,

mad with lust and the images of what I had just witnessed playing over

in my head, I gripped my buzzing cock, stroked with a madman's pace, and

after ten short seconds or so my concrete balls pulled tight, a

lightning bolt shot up my spine, and I erupted in long white-hot

torrents of cum that splattered audibly against the shower wall. My

orgasm felt like it would never end. The edging I had done in the closet

maximized my eventual release, and I began to feel almost drunk with

euphoria.

To be continued in Part 8

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.