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Sexual Awakenings Ch. 05

Prologue

"Oh god!" My boyfriend grunted as he climaxed.

I was catching my breath from one of many orgasms I'd already had that night. However, it was very evident that this would be our last romp for the night. I barely registered him rolling off of me and collapsing next to me.

Not that I was complaining. It was the night, or the morning after, of our senior prom. Brandon and I were in our hotel room and it was something o'clock in the early morning. He smiled lazily at me and when I smiled back I realized how dry my throat was.

"I need some water." I said as I rolled away and sat upright. "How about you?"

He mumbled something unintelligible and when I looked back at him his eyes were already closed. I managed to suppress a giggle as I stood up and located a bottle of water in my overnight bag. That was when I saw them. The ripped underwear of his.

I remembered I had been on his lap and really wanted to get his dick out of them. I ended up ripping the two side flaps and created a huge hole from the waistband down to the middle of his thighs. They were useless. Yet for some reason I picked them up and wondered if I should throw them out or not. Just then Brandon mumbled something else about me coming back to bed.

I was very tired myself. Before I went back to the bed I took a drink of water and decided that I would keep his underwear. I tucked it deep in my bag and walked back to bed. It occurred to me that I had never slept with a man before.

Sure I'd done a fair share of close cuddling on a couch and I've shared a bed before but never through the night. And I've certainly never done any nude cuddling. I looked over Brandon's naked and still form.

He was laying on his side and faced me. His hairless chest was the only part of him that moved as he breathed in and out. His penis had already reverted to its smaller size. I took a quick walk around to the other side of the bed and quietly chuckled at the numerous red marks that my nails had left on his back. I had also left quite a few on his cute butt, though I didn't remember being that aggressive.

I decided to see just how much life was left in my boyfriend. I climbed on the bed , lightly pushed him to roll onto his back, and swung my left leg over his waist. He stirred, but only slightly. So I lowered my chest to his shoulder and let my bare breasts brush his skin. This time he mumbled something about feeling good. One last test and if he failed it I'd simply go to sleep myself.

His penis, still wet from our love-making, felt warm in my hand. I rubbed and squeezed it with a firm grip. No reaction. Poor guy must truly be exhausted.

I dismounted him and laid down next to him. He rolled back onto his side. We faced each other and I let my hand glide along his ribs and left arm.

"Mmm, Emily." He exhaled.

"Yes Brandon?"

"Are we going to sleep now?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yes we are. We wore each other out." I reminded him.

"Ahh."

He was quiet for a long minute and I thought he had fallen asleep.

"Heyyy, are we still naked?"

"Yes," I answered him, "as naked as we can be."

"Wanna cuddle?" His question made me happy.

Up until two months ago we had only been good friends. Then I let him take my virginity and since then we'd been friends that also had sex. Tonight I asked him to date me until I left for college in a few weeks. I know that to other people that might sound strange but, as it turned out, I would end up needing him quite a bit over the next few weeks. This was also the first time he'd used the word cuddle and it gave me a warm feeling inside.

I turned over and pressed my back against his chest. He was very warm, like he had an internal heater inside of him. He shifted his own body and I quietly gasped when I felt his member slide between my butt cheeks. His left arm came across mine and his hand found my breast.

"Mmm, you feel really good Em." Brandon whispered in my ear. "You fit the mold." He joked.

"Haha, I bet I do, but it's time to go to sleep," I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, "it's after three in the morning."

"I've never slept like this Em." He admitted. "Feels so good."

"Same here. Now go to sleep honey." I told him.

"Ok," he paused, "love ya Em."

My eyes shot wide open.

'Did he really just say that to me?' My mind raced through possible scenarios.

'He was tired, we had just had a night full of sex, we had been friends for over five years, we were sleeping together, and it was prom night. Maybe he didn't really mean it. Maybe he meant it in a friendly way.' I asked myself.

'If he did mean it would he remember he actually said it? Then I'd have pressure to say it back. And I was leaving for college in six weeks!' My heart raced in my chest.

I tried to force my mind to relax. I needed sleep and maybe the morning sun would help me to think clearly. Thankfully I was able to focus on the sound of Brandon breathing in my ear. The rhythm of his breaths was calming and relaxing. I felt really comfortable in his arms. Safe and loved.

Perhaps I did love him too. One thing I knew for sure, I'd have to talk to someone about it, and quickly. A minute or so later and I passed out.

Chapter One - The morning after

Much later on I awoke when Brandon stirred himself awake. I yawned and stretched my arms. That's when I looked down and remembered my nakedness.

"Ahh!" I yelled and crossed my arms over my boobs.

Brandon practically jumped off the bed and had a wild look in his eyes. "What?! What's wrong?" He shouted.

"I'm naked!" I looked at him and was surprised to see him fully erect. "And so are you! Very naked."

He looked down and then back at me. "So? We've seen each other in the buff a few times already." He reminded me.

"Well yeah but..." The night's events flooded my mind and made me feel more embarrassed. The things I'd said and did...

Brandon had walked around to my side of the bed. His damned erection disrupted my chain of thought. As I glanced at it I felt a familiar heat grow inside of me.

"Relax Em. You look beautiful and have nothing to be ashamed of." His hand caressed the side of my face.

"Beautiful?" I repeated back to him, forgetting my embarrassment of waking up naked. I knew I wasn't my best. Messed up hair, morning breath, and the like.

"Stunning, gorgeous, sexy even." He laid it on thick and I let him.

Thick, like his dick, that bobbed in the air inches in front of my face.

"How are you already aroused? You just woke up." I pointed out to him.

He actually grabbed his shaft in his hand. It was pointed straight at my mouth. Goddamn, he was making me horny!

"This? Almost every morning I wake up with a hard-on." He informed me. "It's called morning wood."

"Well, put it away, or something." I glanced at the clock, it read seven thirty. My dad would be home around nine. "I got a hour and a half to get dressed and get home."

"Well that's plenty of time Em. One last time before we go?" He grinned at me.

I could feel the color rise in my face. My own body betrayed me. I desired him but I feared my father finding out. My thighs inadvertently rubbed together to hide my growing arousal. I wondered if Brandon had noticed or not. I got my answer when he placed a hand on each of my thighs.

"Remember being in the limo yesterday?" He said.

I remembered it alright. And my inner fire grew.

"I wanted you to spread your legs and you denied me twice before you gave in."

He wasn't even sexually touching me but my breathing grew deep. I gripped the edge of the mattress and watched his eyes glance up at my bare chest. Our eyes met and he smiled a Cheshire smile. He knew he had me.

"And when you did spread your legs," he pushed my thighs apart, "do you remember what I did next?"

"Mm-mm." I moaned through closed lips.

He was done talking. I watched his head move between my legs. I felt his hot breath on my pussy. I gasped when his tongue flicked the object of his desire.

I had awoken in shock. Disbelief followed as I remembered the previous night. Arousal and a burning desire quickly replaced all of that and I let myself fall back onto the mattress. His head stayed between my legs and I subconsciously wrapped my hands around the back of his head. Not that I needed to, he was perfectly willing to keep going.

His tongue sent electric shocks through me. It thrashed around the edges and pushed itself inside. His lips kissed me and caused shudders through my spine. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy it. Something about having my man service me was very arousing

I felt sweat form on my upper chest and passion grow inside of me. I wanted his dick. In my hand, or my mouth, or, oh god, inside of me. I heard myself groan as he pleased me. He must've known what I really wanted but he didn't give it to me.

His tongue stayed on my clit. I writhed on the bed as pleasure flowed through me. But I wanted his dick.

"God Brandon just get up here already." I took a deep breath and remembered he liked it when I used the f word. "I want you to fuck me."

I had pushed him but he didn't give in. I felt his fingers penetrate my throbbing lips and thrust in and out of me. He was having fun with me now. I knew he wouldn't stop and decided to give in to my lust.

"Ahhh!" I moaned.

My hips bucked against his face. I dug my nails into the back of his head and groaned when he kissed my clit.

"Ohhh shit!" I cursed.

His tongue felt like it moved even faster and the electricity I had felt earlier now shot through my entire body. I clamped my thighs around his head and arched my back off the bed.

"Damn you!" I yelled at him.

I should be on my way home. I should be dressed. I shouldn't be buck naked with his mouth on my pussy. His damn tongue when I wanted his damn dick! And then it hit me.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned. "Ohhhh gooddddd!"

A flood of pleasure coursed through my body. His tongue and fingers never stopped moving and neither did my hips. His other hand slid under my butt and molested it, roughly.

"Ohhhhh shit! Shit! Goddamned shit!" I cursed again.

My body went rigid as my orgasm broke over me. Brandon had made me cum from his mouth and I hoped he knew it wouldn't be enough for me. I gasped in air and felt him stand up. Yes, he knew I wanted more of him.

Even as I came down off my high I scooted my body back until I was completely on the king-sized bed. My eyes were closed but I felt the mattress move under his weight as he followed after me. I felt his hands graze my legs and stomach. I wanted to tell him to just take me already but I was still gasping for air. He kissed my stomach and I giggled as he moved up to my boobs.

"What's funny?" He asked.

I opened my eyes and looked into his. His beautiful brown eyes.

"Nothing's funny babe. It just tickled a little. Keep going though."

"Oh I was just killing time while you caught your breath." He moved his right leg between the two of mine.

My eyes were glued to his huge shaft while he brought his left leg next to his right one.

"This is one hell of a good morning." He quipped.

"Yeah it is." I replied but didn't look away.

"Oh wait. You need to go don't you?" He said.

I sat up and threw my hands around his waist. I found his cute bubble butt and pulled it towards me. I sunk my nails into his soft flesh and smiled when he groaned in reaction.

"Oh god Em."

"That's right Brandon. And I'm not letting go till you make love to me."

"Are you sure?" He looked at me with his best attempt at questioning me.

"Quit teasing me." I dug my nails even further. "You know what I want."

His hands flew to my shoulders and he pushed me back onto the mattress. My hands flew from his butt and down to the bed. I gasped at his show of strength and stared at him.

"I already gave you what you wanted. But this," he took hold of his throbbing member again, "this is for me." He said in a forceful tone.

I was even more turned on now. He was going to take me. He was going to make love to me and invade my body until he came. And I wanted him to.

"Take me." I lifted my hips in the air and my butt off the bed.

His brown eyes sparked at my willingness. He lowered himself over me and used his left arm to brace himself. I kept eye contact with him as he maneuvered his dick to my pussy. When the smooth tip slid down between my lips I gasped.

"I like your reactions when I touch you." Brandon commented.

"I like your dick." I admitted.

His smile grew wider. He pushed his hips against mine and he penetrated my wet pussy.

"Oh god." I exhaled.

"Almost there." He grunted.

"God you're huge." I complimented him. "Oh shit!" His hips met mine and he buried his manhood inside of me.

"Hmm, have I ever told you what a nice pussy you have?"

"I think you may have done so a few times last night." I took in a deep breath and adjusted to his penetration. "You also said you loved how tight it is."

He didn't answer. At least, not verbally. He lowered his body onto mine, his chest pressed against my breasts, and I felt his right hand slide under my butt. I tried to hold back, just to see if I could control my own urge, but I moaned out loud when he gave it a firm squeeze.

"I also love your round ass." He said, as if he needed to remind me.

I was about to remind him that I had a deadline to meet. Just as I opened my mouth he drew his hips back and thrusted deep into me. I groaned again while he quickly found his rhythm.

His thick dick rapidly slid in and out of me. I had made it easy on him of course. Or maybe it was the other way around. He was the one that had just orally pleased me. Still, as good as it felt to have him inside of me, I had too many things going on in my head to fully concentrate. Which is a shame because it was probably at least decent, if not good, sex.

Besides getting home before my dad did, which wasn't exactly an arousing thought, or wondering why my mom had knowingly covered for me to have this night out with Brandon, I wondered if he had meant what he said last night.

We had made love a few times in a short span and were riding a sexual high as we fell asleep. He had to have also been exhausted as well. I decided that I wouldn't mention it but I'd try to subliminally get him to say it again.

"God I love your dick!" I squealed.

"Yeah?" He said through heavy breaths.

"Oh god yes! The same way you said you loved my ass, my boobs, basically my whole body!"

"Damn right I do!" His breaths were forced now.

He couldn't last much longer. His thrusts were faster, stronger, now. As selfish as it was I wanted it to be over. Not for any reason other than time. So I bit him in the shoulder, hard.

"Ohhh god!" He groaned.

I filed the fact that he liked it in my mind and sank my teeth even deeper. He made a final, deep thrust.

"Mm, hmm, oh fffffuck!"

I felt his dick momentarily swell even larger and grinned as he enjoyed his orgasm. His hips bucked a few times and then he was still. Well, his body was still but I could feel his penis pulse inside of me. For a long second I lay still as well, forgetting my own urgency, until he propped himself above me.

I stared into his eyes and felt an inner warmth again. This warmth was a bit higher in my chest than where it had been earlier. I knew I'd need to think about my feelings for him when I had clothes on and he wasn't inside of me. Still, even then, I knew I at least cared deeply about him.

"Well come on Em!" He unceremoniously withdrew from me and stood up. "We need to get you home!"

I mockingly stuck my tongue at him and went to find my underwear and clothes. I quickly got dressed while he cleaned up and located all of his stuff.

"Hey, where's my boxers? The ones you ripped?" He asked as he looked around the room.

"Oh I threw them out." I lied to him. "Didn't you bring a spare pair?"

"I did. Just didn't want to leave anything behind."

"We won't." I assured him as I threw my own clothes in my bag. "Now hurry up and get me home before my dad kills you."

That seemed to motivate him. I was home with ten minutes to spare and went right to sleep. I spent most of Saturday relaxing and napping in my full-sized bed, but it felt oddly small and lonely considering the king-sized I had enjoyed Friday night.

Chapter Two - Monday

Monday morning I woke up and immediately regretted it. I should've stayed asleep but my alarm wouldn't shut up.

I was in my last week and a half of senior classes. We had already taken all of our finals so there was nothing left to do but be in class to fulfill the school's attendance requirement. If Sunday hadn't been such a waste of a day I might have just gone back to bed. But I knew I needed to get out of the house that I hadn't left since Brandon brought me home.

'Brandon. I should've called him yesterday. Talked to him about prom. Why hadn't he called me. Did he remember saying he loved me and now it felt awkward between us? Great, now I feel awkward.' I thought to myself.

I managed to push my thoughts away and slowly put on my uniform. Definitely one of the detriments of going to a private school, but the upsides outweigh the downsides. As I ate breakfast my mind wandered back to my boyfriend. I decided to let him take the lead regarding his feelings and go from there.

My mom came down the stairs and I realized this was the first time seeing her since Friday night. She had gone to some retreat early Saturday morning and gotten back late last night.

"Good morning dear! How are you?" She asked.

"Fine." My typical Monday morning answer.

"Fine? Hopefully you were more than fine two mornings ago." She quipped.

As smart as I thought I was I actually had to count back two mornings to figure out what day she had meant. I must've been more tired than I thought. Still, as pleasant memories came to mind, I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

"Oh I was Mom. Cloud nine is more like it."

I found it oddly comforting that my mom and I could talk about me being sexually active. It seemed like it made our relationship even better.

"So? Tell me all about it!" She seemed really excited.

But I was running late already.

"Sorry mom." I jumped off the stool and pecked her cheek. "I'm running late. Maybe after school?" I made my way towards the front door.

"Sure Emily, see you then!" She called out after me.

I got in my sedan and made the drive to school with minutes to spare. As I got out and grabbed my purse I glanced over the student lot. I was crestfallen to see that Brandon's truck wasn't there. Perhaps he was running behind like I had been.

When the bell rang for homeroom and he still wasn't there I became worried. The morning classes were a blur and a waste of time, all of our time. It wasn't until lunch period that I got an answer. I sat down to eat with my best friend Ashley and, to my surprise, Nicholas, who happened to be a buddy of Brandon's.

"Hey Nick." I warmly greeted him.

"Oh yeah Em, Nick's going to be sitting with us now." Ashley informed me. "We kinda hooked up at his party."

"Kinda?" Nick raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Ok we totally hooked up at his party! Is that better?" She grinned across the table at Nick.

He took a swig of water before answering. "Totally better."

"Yeah you guys are totally cute." I interjected. "So where's Brandon?" I asked Nick.

"Oh you don't know? He's out sick. Came down with something viral or something." He saw shock in my eyes. "Oh but it's not contagious. I was just over there yesterday afternoon." He reassured me. "You should call him later on, but don't stop by, he's even uglier than normal right now."

"Nice," I turned to face Ashley, "your boyfriend has a charming sense of humor to him."
"Oh I'm not her boyfriend." Nick said.

I looked at him then back at Ashley.

"He's right Em. We aren't dating. Just having fun."

"Yeah, fun," Nick broke in again, "like the fun way her foot is sliding up my leg."

"Blah, blah, blah." I exclaimed. "Do I need to go eat somewhere else?"

"Relax Em, it's not like we're going to actually do anything. We're in school for god-sakes."

"Yeah, like I'm crazy enough to have sex at school." Nick added.

"Right Nick," Ashley looked him dead in the eyes, "cause you'd have to be crazy to do that."

She and I both knew she had referred to our Saturday detention a few months back. But I wasn't feeling like playing along today.

"Well you two can still do whatever it is your feet are doing. I'll see you later Ash."

I left the horny couple, or whatever they were, alone at the table. I felt bad that I hadn't called Brandon over the weekend and felt even worse that he was sick. My mind thought of ways to make him feel better and I was surprised at some of the sexier ones that I came up with.

After lunch the rest of the day breezed by and I was soon on my way home for the day. I walked in the house, threw my stuff in the closet, and walked towards the stairs to go to my room on the second floor.

But my mom called out to me before I could get upstairs and call Brandon from my own line. I went through the hall and found her sitting at the kitchen table.

"So? Tell me all about prom!" My mom said with a smile.

"It was pretty nice. A little strange being on a ferry, and the dance floor sucked, but it was still nice to be out on the water."

"I meant tell me about after prom and how we both know you weren't at Ashley's that night." My mom pressed.

"All the sordid details?"

She nodded.

"Why? So you can live vicariously through me?" I asked sarcastically.

She nodded again.

"All right, fine. So Brandon takes me to a hotel for the night and..." I told her all about that night, how we made love multiple times, how he made me feel, and even how I stole his torn boxers.

"And the only thing I regret is not making good on a promise to um, do something for him." I finished my story.

"Wow, well I'm truly glad that you had a wonderful prom. It'll be something you remember forever. But uh, what was this promise you couldn't fulfill?" My mom then reassured me. " I'm sure he didn't mind though. What with all the sex he had."

I struggled with how to phrase it to her. It had more to do with my own embarrassment than anything else. When I told her about losing my virginity only two months ago it had been the first time I talked to her about anything sexual, and I had been caught off guard when she wasn't mad but was actually happy for me.

"They call it giving a Lewinsky."

"Lewinsky?" My mother looked puzzled but only for a second or two. "Oh oral sex, a blow job!"

"Yeah that." I felt color rise in my cheeks as I continued. "And the really worst part is he did his fair share of umm." I couldn't finish my sentence.

"Oh so he performed oral sex?" She asked and I nodded.

"And you regret not reciprocating?"

Again I nodded.

"Why didn't you? Does it scare you?"

"No!" I exclaimed.

"Well maybe I can help." My mom said as she opened the refrigerator. "Ah-ha, here we are." She stepped back and closed the door, with a hot dog in her hand.

"Here." She handed it to me as dread fell over my soul. "Take as much in as you can."

I was horrified. I wasn't about to demonstrate oral sex in front of her. Besides, it wasn't the right size. I shook my head sideways and opened my mouth to disagree but she quickly cut me off.

"I understand if you wouldn't want to shall we say, practice, in front of me but it'll help with your regret if you get used to doing it."

"It's not that mom!" I protested. "It's that it's not umm, not the right size."

"Oh," she looked at the hot dog, "oh! I'm sorry Emily. Well we can always trim it to size."

I watched her place it on the cutting board.

"Everyone's been there. Lord knows I have a few times." She picked up a knife.

"Been where?" I asked.

"With a, how should I say this, man who has thicker fingers than his other equipment." She raised the knife.

For some reason I saw, or at least, imagined Brandon's penis on the cutting board and yelled at her to stop. She did and just stared at me.

"Sorry about that but I think you misunderstood me. You see, the hot dog is the wrong size because he's umm, bigger." I explained.

"Oh! How much bigger?" My mom excitedly asked.

This was already the longest conversation about actual sex I'd ever had with her. I liked being able to talk to her about it and felt myself getting excited as well. I could feel myself getting bolder and I wanted to keep talking to her as long as she'd let me.

"More like a bratwurst." I chuckled at my own choice of words.

"So, short, thick, and with a curve?" Leave it to her to do a literal comparison.

"No, thick yes but um, pretty straight, and very long..." I paused, not sure how to describe it to her.

"Here, close your eyes," she directed me, "and imagine you have your hand around it."

Any embarrassment I had disappeared when I closed my eyes. I curved my fingers around his imaginary pole and remembered how I could just get my thumb and middle finger to touch.

"There, that's about the thickness."

"Wow, that's not bad at all. Now do the same thing for the length. Hold your palm away from your own waist to estimate it." She suggested.

Again I closed my eyes. It did make it easier to remember it in my mind while I faced my mom. On one occasion I did have both my hands wrapped around it and I couldn't cover the tip. As I thought about the thick purplish head I felt a warmth I wasn't prepared for at that time and opened my eyes.

"So this is most of his length," I had chosen to use my two fists stacked on top of each other, "but there's about another inch or so on top."

"Well then." She seemed a little flustered. "I wasn't aware you had taken up lying."

"Lying?" I was slightly shocked. "I'm not lying Ma."

"Ok maybe not lying. And it is your first sexually active relationship so the tendency to exaggerate is not a bad thing, but if I'm going to help you I need to know the truth. Besides, he's only an inch or two taller than you, about five foot nine I'd say. Odds are he's about five or six inches." My mom argued.

"Get a ruler then." I directed her.

"Here," she rummaged around in a drawer for a few seconds, "a tape measure. Show me but do it with your eyes closed."

At that point I didn't know why I was doing what I was doing and saying. Who cared, except for me and him, how big or small he was? For some reason I felt the need to protect him, I guess. To prove it out.

So I placed one finger at the start of the tape, closed my eyes, imagined his penis in my mind, and traced out another finger from the starting point. When I stopped I opened my eyes and didn't even look at the tape. Instead I looked at me mother who was looking down, and waited.

A long silent second went by before she spoke.

"Ok I'll believe you Emily. He has quite the package if he is indeed that long. One I don't recommend trying to deep throat of course."

"Mother! God no! I'm pretty sure I'd gag first!" I exclaimed.

"Yes that's the point dear. Now I'm sure you know you only really have to focus your attention on the tip anyways. So that's what I'd do if I were you. Stroke him while you do it too, trust me. Just play around with his balls and see if you can fulfill your regret."

"So are we done? Can we stop talking about my boyfriends equipment now?" I asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Yes of course we can. I apologize." She said and then hugged me. "Oh and be careful at the uh, finish." She warned me.

"I'll talk to you later mom." I told her as I went upstairs.

Somehow I forgot to call him right away. I changed out of my uniform and took a quick shower first. When I was washing myself I thought about how I liked having him touch me. I quickly rinsed off and darted back into my room to call him up.

His dad answered their phone.

"Hello Emily, yes he's here but I'm pretty sure he just fell asleep. Hang on and I'll check."

He set the phone down and I mentally kicked myself for not calling sooner.

"Yep he's passed out. Want to leave him a message?" His dad asked.

"Yeah just tell him to call me when he wakes up. Just checking up on him." I said rather awkwardly.

"Well you're a good friend then. I'll let him know. Bye now."

The click in my ear informed me he had hung up the phone. I waited by my phone the rest of the night, except for dinner time, but it didn't ring once. I almost called back but thought better of it. Hopefully he just needed rest and I'd see him tomorrow. Hopefully...

Chapter Three - Tuesday

I awoke in a mood as sour as the previous day. Actually it was worse as I had little expectation of talking to the one person I needed to talk to. Breakfast to home room to morning classes all flashed by. At lunch I barely paid attention to Ashley's and Nick's conversation.

Afternoon classes were even a breeze again and as the final dismissal bell sounded I found myself smiling that I could at least call Brandon on the phone. I decided to do so the second I got home. Before I could leave for the day I was stopped by Ashley.

"Hey where you going? You forget about cheer practice for Friday's rally?"

"Dammit!" I cursed. "Yeah I did, but what's the point of this rally again? The year is over and we will only have three days left of school next week." I complained.

"Aww do you not want to get up with your tight uniform on and put on a show for the school anymore?" Ashley mocked me as we headed for the girls locker room.

"I just don't see the point." I protested.

"The point is, even in this religiously restricted high school, to get up in front of the student body and use OUR bodies to make them riled up in school spirit." Ashley stated.

We entered the room which was surprisingly empty.

"Just try not to overly flaunt yourself this time." I reminded my friend.

"Huh? Whatever do you mean Emily?" A mischievous grin formed on her face.

"You know exactly what I mean. The way you just happened to adjust your boobs last time we were on stage. Then two others did the same. You're lucky they left you guys off with a warning."

"Oh please! What would they have disciplined me for?" Ashley retorted as she took her blouse off. "Giving the male students boners?" She laughed at her own joke.

"Probably for being too sexual or provocative." I added while taking off my own blouse.

The school was very specific when it came to our uniform and even more specific for the girls. Our blouses were either white or light blue, our bras could not have a design that could be seen or imprint through our blouse, our skirts had to be within one inch of our knees, and, if we chose to wear them during the cold winter months, stockings had to dark gray or black, not nude or sheer.

Cheerleaders, on the other hand, enjoyed a slightly more relaxed code when in the cheer outfit. A sports bra was a must and our tops were very tight. No belly or cleavage was shown of course. Our skirts only came down to mid-thigh though so any game day or school spirit day that we had was sure to be fully taken advantage of by being able to wear it all day long. A benefit I'm sure the boys appreciated too.

Ashley and I both unhooked our bras as the conversation continued.

"Oh you can't say the S word on disciplinary documentation Em. Besides, it's not like I flashed them my tits or something." She let her bare chest hang in mid-air.

I took a quick glance and admitted to myself that if I was into boobs instead of penises I could definitely see the attraction that Ashley held. Not that my pair was anything to laugh at, and I was actually quite proud of them, but hers were a bit larger than mine. It's not like we compare boob sizes like guys probably fantasize about, but she definitely had a full cup size on my pair of C's.

"Hey maybe that what we should do on Friday!" Ashley squealed and broke my train of thought.

"What's that?" I asked while digging around for my sports bra in my gym locker.

"Flash them!"

I shot straight up in shock, "Our boobs?!"

"No our legs, of course our boobs!" Ashley exclaimed.

I turned around to face her and quickly looked away. Ashley wasn't facing me but she was only wearing panties and, as was typical for her, it was a thong. It was one thing for me to glance at her chest but I had zero interest in looking at another girls butt. Besides, even a split-second glance told me I had a much nicer bottom anyways.

"God Ash put some clothes on! And no, I won't flash the school."

"What's wrong Em, you embarrassed or intimidated?" Ashley coyly asked.

"Neither! Just saying that the door could open at any time and you're standing there in front of the mirror." I pointed out.

"So what?" She dismissed my concerns. "So I give some freshman the best sneak peek he's ever had? Like I care."

"You should care, at least a little." I quickly slipped off my pleated skirt and pulled on my white cheer one.

"Oh please. I've got a banging body." Though she also chose this time to put on her own skirt. "I've got nothing to be ashamed of." She turned away from her self-admiration to look at me.

We were currently still topless as I couldn't find my sports bra and she hadn't put hers on yet.

"And neither do you." She pointed a finger at me. "Granted you're not quite as big as me," her finger pointed at her own boobs, "but they're still a great pair. A bit perkier than mine."

While I mentally asked myself if she had just tried to flirt with me I also had to point out the other obvious end of things.

"Yeah but I've got a better butt." I shot back.

"Well that's up to the observer I'd say."

"Well that's not what Brandon said." I lied.

Well, I lied about him saying it at least. I did believe that if he was asked he would give the same answer though.

"Em, he's your boyfriend, his comments about your round ass don't count."

Two thoughts flashed through my mind. The first was that I hadn't described my butt as round so it was an adjective she had chosen to use. The second thought was that, in my peripheral vision, I could see her nipples hardening. It wasn't cold in the room, actually it was the opposite.

"Regardless we should finish getting dressed and go to practice." Ashley continued.

'Was my best friend attracted to me?' I asked myself. No matter the answer I was completely sure of where my attraction lay and he was currently sick in bed.

I dug back into my locker and finally found my sports bra. I stretched it over my bosom and threw on the shirt.

"But seriously, we should flash them." Ashley wouldn't let it go.

Practice went by without an incident and I was soon on my way home. A thought crossed my mind and I decided to see if I could bring a little cheer to my boyfriend. So I drove to his double-wide mobile home and knocked on the door. No one answered. There was a car in the driveway and his truck was parked on the curb so someone had to be home. I knocked again.

When no one answered I walked around to the side that his room was on. His window was covered by closed curtains so I couldn't see in. I tapped my nails on the glass and smiled when I saw movement. The curtains were thrown to the side and my topless boyfriend appeared on the other side.

He waved, smiled, and pointed towards the front door. By the time I made it back there he had the door wide open for me.

"Hey Em!" He seemed happy to see me.

"Hey yourself." I smiled at him and walked up to greet him.

"You know I'm sick right?"

"But not contagious." I stated back.

"Right. Well I guess you can come on in then."

I gave him a quick once over. Shirtless, hmm which I liked, and a pair of knee length shorts on. No socks or sandals.

"Maybe you're sick because you're not keeping your body warm." I said as I pushed past him and into the living room.

"I know a way to make me warm." I heard him say.

"Shh!" I spun around. "Don't let your parents hear you! Wait, are they even here?"

"Nope." A sly grin crept across his face. "I'm home alone, well, I WAS alone." He stressed.

"Really now?" I let him embrace me and dipped my head sideways for a kiss.

Then I remembered he was sick. And even though he claimed to not be contagious I suddenly didn't feel like making out with him. So I moved my head a little more to the side and let him kiss my neck.

"Mmm I'm already glad I came over. I just wanted to cheer you up."

"Just being in your little cheerleader uniform would cheer me up. But I am feeling a little light-headed. Let's go to my room where I was getting some rest."

"I bet you say that to all the ladies."

"Just the attractive ones." He quipped and barely dodged my punch.

I followed him to his room down the hall. It was large enough for his bed, a TV and stand, a computer desk, and his closet. He sat down on his bed and I took a seat on the chair at the desk. I scooted close to him, close enough for our knees to touch.

"So, how's classes going?" He asked.

I told him how boring it had been but left out how much I had missed him. He wasn't nearly as surprised as I had been to hear about Nick and Ashley though.

"I'm the one that told Nick to go talk to Ashley in the first place." He informed me.

"Really? Why? She was still with what's his name, Mike, wasn't she?"

His face betrayed him. Like he had said something he shouldn't have. Sure Mike had left the party early but I thought he and Ashley had enjoyed some private time first.

"Well, yes and no, see Ashley and Mike actually got into a fight in the upstairs bedroom."

"And?" I leaned back in my chair, curious for the truth.

"He didn't want to have sex with her. I was in the middle of changing in the bathroom and they had no idea I was even there. The door was shut and I didn't know who was on the other side either." He coughed and took a drink of water. "So I heard the door slam shut and then I heard the girl start to cry. I was gonna wait it out and let her leave but I made some noise and she heard me. So she called me out."

Another long cough and water break.

"So I throw on my shorts and open the door. Ashley was standing there with her dress unzipped and her arms holding it up. When she saw it was me she stopped crying. Because it was so awkward we came up with a quick story while she cleaned her face up and I finished getting dressed."

I leaned forward and stared into his eyes. "So that's what really happened?" He still seemed nervous. I just knew more had to have gone on because I knew Ashley. If he was honest with me right now I'd forgive him since we hadn't been a couple yet, but if he lied, then I didn't know what to do.

"No, that's not all that happened." He paused to take a breath and tell me.

But I didn't need the details. He had chosen well. But I had my own questions that would tell me what I needed to know. So I held up a hand in front of his face.

"Was their physical contact?" I asked.

"Y-yeah." He was nervous.

It was cute but I couldn't smile, yet.

"Did you or Ashley initiate the contact?"

"She did, absolutely."

"I figured as much." I commented and I saw him relax a bit.

"Did you have sex with her?" This one would hurt a little.

"No, we didn't have sex."

'Ok,' I told myself, 'let's just deal with it and move on.'

One last question, "What would you do differently if something similar happened now that we are actually dating?"
"Oh it wouldn't happen now cause I wouldn't let myself be alone with her. She can be um, tempting."

Hmm, perhaps he could be taught after all. I surprised myself. I had come over to cheer him up and ended up hearing about my best friend betraying me on prom night. Sure Brandon deserved some blame too but I knew Ashley and if she had bared her breasts like she did in the locker room today, ohmygod that's what she did!

"Ok one FINAL question. You said she initiated it all. Tell me specifically how she did it."

"Ahh, are you sure you want I know cause I'm really sorry I kept this from you Em. I felt bad the whole damn night and ever since and I'm so freaking sorry."

I believed him, a hundred percent. But I still needed to know if I was right.

"How did she seduce you?" I asked again.

"She told me that Mike had said he wasn't attracted to her, which I did actually hear him say to her, and she wondered if she was unattractive. I tried to reassure her but then she unzipped her dress and showed me her boobs. She asked me if her boobs were unattractive."

"She actually said that?!" I had expected as much but was still a bit shocked.

"Her actual words were, 'Do you think my tits are attractive?'" He looked really sad.

"Well I forgive you for whatever occurred that night but I also need to know the same thing."

We were all alone in his house and we were in his bedroom. Sick or not I wanted to have a little fun with him. Maybe I'd just torture him after this revelation, who knows.

"Know what same thing?" He asked back.

"Don't be an idiot Brandon," I insulted him with a smile on my face, "the same question Ashley had asked you Friday night."

"Oh, OH," he grinned and ogled my chest, "yes, very much so."

"Well you must have a very good memory cause I still have my top on," I crossed my arms at my waist and pulled my top up and over my head, "oh, I meant I still have my sports bra on."

"Damn Em." He reached forward and put his hands on my sides. "But you know it's not your boobs I'm attracted to, right?" He said while staring right at them.

"Kind of." I did wonder what he meant.

"No, I mean, your boobs are great!" He recovered. "I meant to say that I'm attracted to more than just your rack."

I let his hands wander over my flat belly and wondered how far I could tease him. So I took hold of his hands and put them on the sides of my sports bra. I never said a word. I simply watched his crotch.

He did exactly what I intended him to do. As I felt my sports bra be lifted off and above my breasts I also saw the reaction I expected. I raised my arms so he could pull by bra off completely and smiled at the obvious tent in his shorts.

"Can you still say you're attracted to more than just my boobs?"

"Absolutely," he caressed my perky breasts, "they're very nice but there's much more to you than these."

I let him play with my breasts for a little bit. He was gentle with them but firm at the same time. When he would squeeze them it wasn't so tight that I hurt, but it was making me feel hot. I put my hands on his legs and rubbed his thighs as a masseuse would.

"You know, I do remember what part of my body you really like Brandon." I stood up and pushed the chair away.

I turned away from him, spread my legs apart, and bent forward from the waist. I planted my left hand on the floor and waved to him through my open legs. His mouth opened as if to say something but no words came out. I reached up with my right hand and pulled my panties down a little bit. With my legs apart I couldn't get them off but I could still show off the top of my cheeks and, apparently, render my boyfriend speechless.

All he could do was gasp and I wondered if this was pushing it too far. Not for him, but for me. Even as I wiggled my butt for him I imagined him taking me on his bed. As I patted my own butt I imagined him pulling off my panties and making love to me. And I desperately wanted him to do so.

Another coughing fit from him threw off my concentration and I stood up. As the blood rush kicked in from bending over for too long I knew I had to either leave or give in to my growing lust.

"Wow Em, you've certainly raised my spirits." He joked.

"Amongst other things." I gripped his erection through his shorts.

"Ahhh." He gasped.

"You're very hard. I guess you liked my little tease?"

"If I wasn't sick you'd already be on my bed."

Oh god I was horny! I wanted him so bad but he was so out of it. He probably just wanted to lie down and get some rest. An idea formed in my mind.

"Brandon you should lie down," I said while still holding his dick, "lie on your back and get some rest."

"You gonna let go of my dick?"

"No I'm not." I grinned. "Now lie down."

He turned his body so he was fully on the bed and laid down. I could feel his dick throb within my grip. Yet I wasn't done teasing him.

"So you liked my show?"

He nodded.

"And if you weren't sick?"

"Your wet panties would be on the floor somewhere." He finished my thought.

So he knew I was wet and horny like him. Maybe just a little more of a push.

"And you are attracted to my butt more than my boobs, right?"

"Yeah, but if your boobs were smaller and your ass was flatter I'd still be attracted to you Em, know why?"

I squeezed his shaft and shook my head sideways.

"Cause you're so damn beautiful Emily. Your emerald eyes, soft blond hair, sexy lips and neckline, ahh, you're just so pretty." He said.

Now I had a warm feeling in my chest as well as between my thighs. There was no humor is his words, just flat honesty. He sure liked me a lot. And I liked him, a lot.

I was done teasing him. He was so sweet right now, and laying there exhausted while I held the only fully functioning part of his body that otherwise truly needed to rest. I knew what I should do for him.

I took hold of his waistband and sharply pulled his shorts off his waist. His tent bent backwards until his dick popped free. I brought his shorts past his knees and down to his ankles. I looked at his loose boxers and saw his shaft through the unbuttoned opening.

"Emily I don't think I'm in good enough shape to um, perform."

"Silly, I'm just putting you to sleep."

His smile went away, "Oh, so you're leaving already?"

"As soon as I put you to sleep." I repeated myself.

I slipped my right hand through the opening in his boxers and gripped his dick again. I giggled at his gasp and brought his dick out in the open. I pressed it flat against his body and realized it was long enough to cover his belly button.

"I'm so confused," he began, "I thought you were putting me to sleep."

"Oh I will," I adjusted my grip to the base of his long shaft, "but first I need to help relax you since I was the one that excited you."

"Ohh, and uh, how will you be doing that?" His smile had returned.

I didn't answer with words but I did use my lips. I enveloped his smooth head with my mouth and pumped my hand at the same time. Brandon groaned, loudly, and became perfectly still. Having his hard shaft in my mouth made me even hornier and I struggled to not climb on top of him and take him. I found a good rhythm and bobbed my head up and down on his head for a solid minute or two before my jaw started to cramp.

I continued to pump his long dick with my right hand but took my mouth off and asked him a question.

"Have you been having morning wood lately?" The regular occurrence of morning erections had me curious.

"If I have I haven't been able to do anything about it." His voice was softer now.

"So you haven't jerked off in a while? Not even to me?" I feigned being insulted.

His eyes opened and he looked at me. They looked glazed over.

"Not since Saturday night." He admitted.

Somehow the knowledge that he had masturbated to me made it hotter. I squeezed him a little harder and moved my hand a little faster. He seemed to like it. His eyes rolled back into his head as I asked him my last question.

"Saturday night huh? You use the pictures you took of me or just your memory?"

"Which time, cause it was more than once."

Dammit! I had no logical reasoning for it but I was extremely aroused now. I let my free hand drop between my thighs and groaned when I touched myself through my panties.

"Goddamn you feel so good Em."

I wanted his dick inside of me. But even in my heightened state I couldn't bring myself to mount him. I lowered my head and drew his shaft back into my mouth. His body snapped like I had shocked it and his hips arched upwards. Lucky for me I had only planned on taking his head back inside. As it was I swore I felt at least half of his shaft momentarily inside of me and I had to struggle to suppress a gag.

He seemed to realize what he had done and his body dropped back to the mattress. I bobbed my head as rapidly as I could over his firm member. My blond hair flew around his stomach and legs as I drove him to nirvana. My lips and hand worked in unison and it wasn't long until I reached my goal.

"Oh shit!" He cursed. "Mmm, mmmm!"

He was close to an orgasm. I wanted him to cum. To satisfy him and then let him fall asleep. I brought my hand that was between my thighs to his boxers. I gently cupped his balls and massaged them with my fingers.

"Oh God! Em!" I heard his fingers scratch the bed sheets.

I'd rather have them scratch my butt. Damn, it was going to be a long night.

"Em! I'm gonna, gonna!" He warned me.

I felt his balls tighten up and remembered my mother's warning in the nick of time. My hand continued its firm strokes and I pulled my head away. Less than a second later I watched his dick erupt. Thick, white liquid shot out of him, straight up into the air. With each stroke of my hand another stream of cum exploded upwards, some higher than the first. His hot and sticky cum landed on his chest and legs and on my arm. I continued to pump until the last of it simply came up and ran down his smooth head.

I smiled to myself. My first successful blowjob. Unfortunately while he was spent beyond a shadow of a doubt I was still very aroused. I needed to get away from him and his still pulsating dick before I took advantage of him.

"Holy shit Emily," he took a deep breath, "that was fucking awesome!"

"Your welcome." I giggled at his appreciation.

"I was totally not expecting that after my confession. In fact I expected you to just leave." He finally opened his eyes and looked at me.

"You were honest and came clean. Also, I really like you," I gave his dick one last squeeze, "but don't do it again!"

"I promise. Especially after that hot blowjob!" He chuckled.

"You know it was hot for me too?" I asked.

"Well um, really? How?"

"I was trying to, and still am, trying not to jump you." I watched his eyes widen at my revelation. "So I have to leave now before I touch myself anymore."

"Ohhh damn." He groaned.

"Haha, exactly." I stood up and put on my sports bra and top.

I looked back at his naked body. His eruption had made a mess all over his body. It was only right that I clean it off. A thought shot through my brain that maybe he'd like it if I licked it off but I quickly discarded it. One step at a time.

I found one of his plain white t-shirts on the floor and used it to wipe him down. I made sure to avoid his glistening shaft, for both our sakes, but did get everywhere else.

"Now get some actual rest babe." I gave him a peck on his forehead.

"Thanks Em, for everything, not just the awesome blowjob." His eyes had already closed and he rolled on his side facing me.

"Well I hope to see you in class tomorrow. I'm not sure I'll have time to stop by after school."

"Yes ilbatskewl." He mumbled as exhaustion overtook him.

Instead of leaving right away I sat back down and watched him drift off to sleep. His manhood grew smaller and smaller until it was a size that made his true growth even more amazing to me. It occurred to me that I had never taken the time to actually watch it grow. I'd seen bulges and felt it in my hands but I had a sudden desire to watch it grow.

"Brandon?" I whispered and got no response.

"Brandon?" I said a little louder to no avail.

I leaned forward and brushed it with the tips of my fingers. It twitched at my touch and I had to stifle a giggle. I ran my fingers around it and it twitched again. Even as I felt my own inner heat rev up I gingerly squeezed it between my fingers. Another twitch but it also began to grow. It seemed to pulsate and throb as life flowed into it. Soon it was large enough to wrap one hand around the shaft, but still it grew.

I watched, fascinated by it, while it grew to its full height. I left one hand wrapped around his pole at the base of it and stacked my other hand right on top. His soft purplish head remained uncovered as well as about an inch of his shaft. Damn him for being sick and exhausted right now. My panties could be off in a second and I'd have him inside of me soon after.

The more I thought about his dick penetrating my body the hornier I became. I knew I had to leave before I acted on foolish impulses. Yet I dared to give him one last kiss, but this one wasn't on his forehead. I closed the door to his room so his parents didn't see and wonder why he was naked. I locked the front door and closed it behind me. The drive home was made with my thighs clamped tightly together.

As soon as I got home I tried to dash up to my room to quell my state of arousal. Unfortunately for my wound-up hormones I was called right to the dinner table for a family meal. As one could well imagine a conversation with one's parents doesn't do wonders for sexual arousal. Hearing about their day and answering questions about the waste of a school day were set to lead me to an unsatisfying evening.

I went upstairs a little after seven and stripped off my cheer uniform. I stood in front of my full-length mirror in just my bra and panties and tried to think sexy thoughts. I tried to think of Brandon and how he would stare at me, almost in awe, and how I would stare at him and touch him. But it wasn't working. I even tried with my eyes closed and removed my bra but still no spark from inside. Then my phone rang and I leaped across the room to answer it it before the second ring. I wasn't concerned about my parents hearing it, I was just that hopeful that he'd be on the other line.

"Hello?" I said with baited breath.

"Hey Em." My boyfriend of less than a week replied.

"Oh hey Brandon," I played off any desperation in my voice, "it's nice to hear from you."

"So you weren't waiting by your phone hoping for my call? Because you answered rather quickly." He pointed out.

"My rooms not that big. I just picked it up is all."

He wasn't buying it though. "Come on Em, you shouldn't lie to me. We both know you wanted to hear from me tonight."

"Oh really?" Now I was curious. "Why would I need to hear from you?"

"Interesting, I said 'wanted to hear' and you said 'needed to hear'." He had caught my slip of the tongue. "Guess you answered your own question but I'll give you another reason on top of it."

"Please do." I said is as steady a voice as I could muster.

"You wanted me to call so we could talk about this afternoon."

"And why's that?" I asked even though he was dead right.

"Because you were hoping for more than just sucking my dick and making me cum like that."

He could've simply called it a blowjob. To me even that was an erotic description. Instead he chose an even dirtier way to describe my own actions. And damn him for doing so.

"You deliberately came over in your cheer outfit. You knew I was sick but still you flashed your breasts and even flirted with showing off your ass. You made me hard and then you took advantage of me."

I could feel the return of the arousal I had just been trying to achieve by myself. A small, but growing, warmth had started between my thighs, the only area of my body still clothed.

"And after you made me cum, with that pretty mouth of yours, you left, didn't you?"

"Yeah." I lazily agreed.

"Actually you didn't Em. You see I only pretended to go to sleep." He revealed. "I watched through slightly open eyelids as you stared at my dick. It had been used and was small again but you couldn't take your eyes off of it, could you?"

"No I could not." I agreed again and felt my warmth build faster.

"I saw you make me hard again, felt your touch, and it was so hard not to react at all." I could hear him take a deep breath. "And then you left. So, unless you've taken care of business already, I figure you want to come over for a nightcap."

My inner warmth had blossomed. I was horny and I wanted nothing more than to be in the same room as my boyfriend. But I wasn't about to have sex in his room when his parents were already home or could walk in the front door at any moment.

"You think I'd come over and have sex in your house?" I asked

"No Em, I'm not feeling up to it even if I knew I'd be home alone for awhile. But I would like to describe what would happen if you did, unless, you don't want me too. Do you understand what I mean?"

He meant phone sex. Oh god yes, was what I wanted to scream over the phone. He had already proven capable of arousing me with words but I still hesitated. Would I be able to finish from his words? Or would I be left even more frustrated?

"Emily? I wish you could come over. I'm just like you left me. Naked and with an erection." He revealed.

Oh god! Any safeguards I had left were falling away. I let my free hand fall between my thighs and uttered a gasp when I touched myself.

"I'm going to just assume you want me to continue even though you can't bring yourself to say it." He was a smart cookie.

"So like I was saying. I'm completely naked and erect in my bed. My window is wide open and you could sneak in to uh, check up on me. To see if I'm feeling any better after the earlier treatment you provided." He paused. "By the way, what are you wearing right now?"

"Only a pair of panties." I brazenly admitted.

"Oh," he gulped, which he did when he got nervous, "alright then. So do you want me to be the only one talking or did you want a turn."

I just wanted to concentrate on the task at hand. No more stalling, just tell me how I make love to you. Instead of saying what I thought I meekly uttered a few words.

"Tell me your fantasy."

"You come to my window. I open the screen and help you in to my room. You tell me to put on some underwear so you won't be as distracted so I put on some cotton boxers. You're wearing a pair of jean shorts that hug your round ass and a soft pink t-shirt. I lay down on my bed because you say I shouldn't be up and around. You sit next to my bed and run your hands all over my chest."

"Hairless chest." I pointed out as I pushed my panties to one side.

"Yes my hairless chest and then down my thighs and legs. I'm already feeling much better and as your hands get closer and closer to my manhood it starts to swell. You say that you know how to deal with a swelling organ and when I ask how you simply take off your shirt and unclasp your bra. I smile and put my hands on your sides. You let me guide your body over top of mine and brace your arms on either side of my head. Your delicious tits hang just above my face and I can't help but kiss them with my lips and lick them with my tongue."

The hell with this. I pushed my panties off my hips and legs. Now, as naked as Brandon claimed to be, I sat down on the edge of my bed and let my right hand fall between my thighs.

"You let me play with them as long as I want to and I take full advantage of it. I wrap my fingers and thumb around as much of the base as I can and I squeeze your round tit. I watch your areola bulge and your nipple harden. You lower yourself a little more and let me suck on your aroused nipple. I molest your other breast with my free hand."
Oh god I did love it when he sucked on them. My left hand gravitated towards my boobs and I cupped one in my palm. I gasped aloud when I squeezed it. I imagined he was sitting behind me and his hands were on my boobs. My other fingers traced the outside edges of my labia.

"After I suck on both nipples I let one hand slide down your bare back until I feel the top of your shorts. I trace it from one side to the other. You ask me if I want you to take them off. I wrap my arms around your waist and roll us both onto our sides. You're now between me and the wall on your left side facing me. As my hands make quick work of the buttons on your shorts one of your hands finds my hard dick."

"Oh shit!" I cursed.

I thought of his erect penis. The one I had just sucked earlier today. I pushed my middle finger between my lips and gasped at my own wetness.

"You squeeze my shaft and slowly stroke it. But I'm taking charge of you this time. With surprising quickness I sit up and straddle you. I grab your jean shorts and yank them off your hips and down your legs. Before you can react I pull your panties down your legs as well. You're now naked on your back with me above you."

My finger slid in and out at a steady pace. His words drew images in my mind, images I wished I could be enjoying.

"But, instead of taking off my briefs and mounting you," he continued, "I grab your hips and guide you to roll over onto your flat belly. Even though you can't see me you do know what I'm about to do to you. Don't you Emily?"

"I do." I exhaled.

"Tell me."

I knew he was horny, and he had told me he was naked already. Was he doing to himself what I was doing?

"You put your hands on my butt and squeeze it, hard and roughly." I answered.

"Mmm, that's right Em. I touch and tease your round ass for a little while. Tell me, do you gasp or curse when you feel my tongue licking the gap between your perfect cheeks?"

"Holy shit!" I answered with an appropriate response.

Damn him! In his story he hadn't even started to have sex with me and I've already added a second finger to my thrusts. I was plenty hot and wet, and if he kept this up I'd be able to slip into dreamland easily tonight.

"Again, that's what I thought. I like making you curse Emily. You have such a beautiful face that when you curse during sex it's somehow very erotic to me."

"Goddamn!" I groaned as I sharply rubbed my clitoris.

"Like that. So I'm licking and kissing your beautiful ass. What's the harm in taking a little bite?"

Fuck! I screamed in my head. I know he loved my butt. He always pointed out how nice it was and he was practically infatuated with it. What did surprise me was how horny it made me when he played with or talked about it.

"Just some light nibbling on both cheeks. Maybe down near your thighs where it's the roundest. Then I force my hands under your hips and lift them up, up in the air. You willingly help me until your ass is perched high off the bed while your knees and face are pressed into my mattress. And you know exactly what I'm going to do to you."

My fingers moved faster and faster. I could feel my throbbing clit on each thrust. I wished like hell that we were in the same room right now. Oh god, maybe I'd just let him watch me!

"When my tongue touches your pussy you practically leap off the bed. But I hold your hips steady and feast on your aroused pink lips. I push my tongue between them and penetrate your soft flesh."

"Oh god, oh god, oh my god!" I exclaimed into the phone.

My wrist moved as fast as it could and I braced my body for what would quickly happen.

"I run it up and down the length of your slit and kiss your clit with my lips."

"Mmm! Mmmm! Shhhitttt!" I cursed again.

"Your hips start to tremble so I keep on kissing your clit. But when you feel my fingers slide inside of you it causes you to lose all control. You push yourself backwards and try to hump my mouth. You..."

I never heard what happened next. My mind was somewhere else. Somewhere he and I were together. He had me beneath him and I had him buried inside of me. My fingers became his dick in my mind's eye.

In reality I had dropped the handset. I didn't need it anymore. I stopped thrusting and just rapidly rubbed my swollen button. Knowing it was only moments away I grabbed a throw pillow and pulled it over my mouth. God help me I was going to enjoy all of this.

"Mm! Mm! Ahhhhh!" I screamed into the pillow.

I knew he wasn't really there but I imagined him cumming deep inside of me. My voice was muffled but I knew what I was saying.

"Aww fuck! Mmm!" I groaned and bucked against my own hand.

Beads of sweat had formed across my chest and upper thighs. I collapsed onto the bed and caught my breath before I remembered the phone. I found it on the floor and brought it to my ear, hoping to hear him finish the story.

Instead I heard a loud grunt, followed by another. Then heavy breathing filled the earpiece for a few seconds.

"Emily?" He called out weakly.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered.

"Did you um, did you enjoy the story?"

"Mostly, but I kinda dropped the phone when you were performing oral sex on me." I revealed. "But don't worry, I only dropped the phone because I needed to concentrate elsewhere. I want to know how it ended though."

"Well, I didn't finish the story either. I heard the loud noise from when you dropped it but I did talk for a little longer. All too soon I was uh, really enjoying it too and my mind took over."

"So we just had phone sex, didn't we?" I wondered aloud.

"We did. And it was pretty hot."

"It was, and you sound very exhausted. I'm pretty sleepy myself. Even though it is only eightish I think you should go and sleep if you can. I kinda want to see you tomorrow."

"I think I'll do just that Emily, goodnight babe."

"Good night sweetie."

I put the phone back in its cradle and laid down on my bed. Thoughts and fantasies filled my head and I soon drifted off to sleep. It would later occur to me that I had fallen asleep completely nude for the second time in a week. Something I had never done, prior to prom, for as long as I could remember.

Chapter Four - Wednesday

I woke the next morning with a smile on my face. It was there when I showered and it was there when I got dressed. The knowledge of another waste of a school day couldn't steal it away. I had breakfast with my mom and even smiled between bites of cereal.

"You're certainly happy today." My mom stared at me. "You take a happy pill or something?"

"Mm something." I responded and looked out the kitchen window.

The sun was a bright yellow ball and the only clouds I saw were white wisps that looked as soft as cotton.

"I know that smile. That's a 'I just had sex smile'." She said in a somewhat accusatory tone.

"Mom, I can honestly say that I did not just have sex." I replied.

"I meant last night."

"I know. And my answer is the same." I said without lying.

She glared at me. "Well I still say that at the very least something sexual occurred with you very recently. You're not exactly known for your sunny disposition in the morning."

"Well maybe it's because my senior year is almost over." I said with little conviction.

"Hmph, perhaps."

I finished my breakfast and dashed out the door. The day did seem brighter and I did feel happier. I looked forward to seeing Brandon today but thought about a way to get over to his place again, in case he didn't show up. When I pulled into the schools lot I wasn't disappointed. His truck was already there and I parked right alongside it.

Unfortunately I had run a little behind schedule that morning and by the time I got to home room the bell rang and all I could do was smile at him. He gave me a sly smirk in return as I sat down next to Ashley.

Ashley and I were the kind of friends that willingly told each other everything. We had spent a Saturday in detention with Brandon one time. We both had sex with him throughout the day and spent the night on the phone with each other recounting every detail. So needless to say I recapped my phone conversation with her right after I greeted her.

"Wow, phone sex huh?" She said. "He seems willing to please you even when he's sick."

"Very much so." I agreed.

"You should see what else he's willing to do to be with you." Ashley suggested.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Stuff that would be something he normally wouldn't do but he'd do it because you want him to." She tried to clarify.

"Well, if nothing else, last night has me rethinking if we can make a long distance relationship work or not."

I said that just to see my friends reaction. A while back she had confessed to me that she had wanted to sleep with Brandon again. Well actually she said she wanted to fuck his brains out. Then there was the night of prom where something had happened between the two of them in an upstairs bedroom.

"Really? I don't think phone sex would keep your relationship going."

I knew it. She wanted my boyfriend. She continued to talk before I could speak.

"Plus it's not like you couldn't still have phone sex just because you're not in an ongoing relationship."

She did raise a valid point.

"And I'd think that one of you could always make the drive to see each other. To me that'd be way hotter sex than having to sustain the relationship all the time." She finished her convincing argument.

Not that I was actually considering keeping a relationship with Brandon when I went to college. I felt deeply for him but knew statistically speaking that it wouldn't be in our favor. I was actually going to try and stay single my first year or two so I could focus on my grades and eventual degree. But she didn't need to know that right now.

"You make some good points Ash," I began as our teacher started the roll, "but we both know you can't wait for me to leave so you can seduce him again."

Ashley lowered her voice to a whisper, "I don't want to seduce him, I want to fuck him!"

I wanted to respond but the teacher glared at the two of us so I stayed silent.

As far as Brandon was concerned I only saw him in passing for the morning periods. It wasn't until lunch time that I got the chance to sit down and talk to him. Unfortunately for him I had given Ashley's comment some thought and managed to come up with something fun to try with him.

"Hey babe!" He greeted me with a smile.

"Hey yourself! How you feeling?"

"Oh I'm just fine today. Can't wait till we are done with this place and enjoy summer." He paused. "And I really can't wait to see you in a bikini again!"

I could feel the color rise in my cheeks. "Really? You want me in a bikini?" I decided to tease him a bit.

"Hell yeah. You're quite stunning in case you didn't know."

"I just meant that I thought you'd rather see me in my bra and panties, or nothing at all."

Now it was his turn to blush. "Well yeah of course. I mean uhh, I'd love to!" He said a little awkwardly which made me giggle.

"Hey, why don't you sit next to me instead of across from me?" I asked him.

"Well um," he looked around at the crowd of students, "I don't really want to stand up right now." He hinted.

"Oh really?" I instantly knew I had aroused him and something came over me.

I slipped off the shoe on my right foot and moved it forward till I found his knees. His eyes widened at my boldness but he also smiled and put his hand on my foot. The contact wasn't yet sexual but I could feel a warmth grow inside of me.

I let him move my foot until I could feel his hardness. I ran it along the full length and back again.

"If you want me to sit next to you I think you'll have to be the one to move." He grinned.

I stroked him for a few more seconds before I stood up and walked around to his side. He put his hand on the bench seat, palm side up. I just smiled at him and lowered myself until my butt was only an inch or so from fully sitting down. He squeezed and molested me for a few seconds. I don't mind saying that I loved that he loved my butt. When his hand moved to my inner thighs I quickly sat down though. There was no way I was letting him go that far in the lunchroom.

"Aww you spoiled my fun." He protested.

"My butt is one thing but that was too far." I explained.

"Well let me feel your ass again." He suggested.

"Nope. It's off limits now." I realized I had a great segue into what I had been thinking about all morning. "In fact ALL of me is cut off until the weekend."

His smile quickly disappeared.

"Unless of course, you do something to entertain me." I could feel the Cheshire grin form on my face.

"What um, what do you mean?" He seemed confused.

"Well let me explain. You really like my butt right?"

"I think I tell you that every time I touch or see it." He confirmed.

"And other than being naked you probably like it best in a thong?"

He gulped, very loudly. "Umm yeah, are you wearing one?"

"Not today. But did you know that I really like your butt as well?"

"You do?"

"Yes. It's not flat and," I felt my desire grow as I thought of his naked waistline, "it's soft and a little round, like mine."

"I've uh, I've never had someone describe my ass like that." He said without a smile.

"Oh but I really like it Brandon! Other than the obvious it's my favorite part of your anatomy."

"It is?" He still seemed a little unsure of himself.

"Yes, your bubble butt is very um," I leaned in close to his ear and took his hand in mine, "it's very arousing."

I put his hand between my thighs and let him stroke my panties, but only once. Once was all that was needed for him to feel my wetness.

"Wow." He exhaled.

"Exactly. So I have an idea and if you do it for me then I'd do anything for you."

"Anything?" He asked.

"Anything."

"Even at school?" He clarified.

This was the point of no return. I wanted to see him fulfill my wish. If I said no then he might dismiss it. He and I both knew we'd be together this weekend anyways. But if I gave him what he wanted then he'd have to do what I wanted.

"Yes." I stared into his brown eyes. "Even here."

"Then name it." He dared me.

I needed to use a weak spot that every man has. Just a light touch or two to ensure I didn't lose him.

"I want you," I put a hand on his upper thigh, "for the entire school day," I inched it closer to his bulge, "to wear," I grazed it with my fingertips, "one of my thongs." I lightly stroked his long shaft.

"Umm, wow, really? That's it?"

"Well yeah and you have to show it to me as well." I added in at the last minute.

"Yeah where would we do that?" He replied.

"Do what? Have sex? Ohmygod do you guys wanna have sex at school?" Ashley blurted out as she sat down across from us.

"No! Just somewhere private." I clarified. "And, do you mind?"

"Sorry! Excuse me for trying to sit by my friend at lunch!" Ashley faked being insulted and stood up. "If you weren't my friend I wouldn't tell you about the janitor's closet."

"The janitor's closet?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah. He took vacation this last week of school." She paused and flicked her eyes from Brandon's to mine. "Nick and I just came from there."

As she turned to walk away Brandon called after her, "How did Nick like it?"

Ashley came back and dropped her head in the space between ours and whispered, "I told you already, he and I just came." Then she practically pranced away.

"I love her like she was my own sister but I swear that she can be such a slut." I turned my gaze back to my boyfriend who was watching Ashley leave. "What about you, any thoughts?"

I half-expected him to make some smart ass quip. Instead, he said something else.

"You've used the term making love instead of sex or fucking." He turned his head and stared into my eyes. "And I may be young but I think I already know why." He cupped my chin in his hand and held me steady. "Most men will fuck the slutty girl but most men really want the woman that they can make strong and passionate love to."

His brown eyes never wavered. I wanted to kiss him so badly and I could tell he wanted to kiss me. But in the lunchroom of our religious high school it wasn't going to happen. Even if he did just, in his own way, tell me he loved me.

"Hey, I know you said you were cutting me off until at least tomorrow but I'd really like to see the inside of that closet right now. Even if it's only for one kiss." He told me what I was already thinking.

He could've asked me to do so much more than a kiss and I probably would've let him. I had began this with the intention to make him do something for me and be under my control but here I was, very consciously, giving up what I had just gained.

"Let's go." I said.

We practically darted from the room and took the stairs downwards two at a time. Like Ashley said the door was unlocked and no one was inside. I let him open it and, with his hand on the small of my back, usher me inside.

As soon as he entered and closed the door I rushed him. My arms went around his neck and my lips found his. I felt his arms and hands on my lower back and he met my passion with his own. His warm tongue licked my bottom lip and I parted my mouth open for him. I pulled tighter on his neck and felt my breasts push against his chest. He pulled me closer and I felt his hard dick against my waist.

"God," I momentarily broke our lip-lock, "it feels as hard as steel!"

"All for you Em." He smiled and kissed me again.

"Mm if that's for me," I reached around my own back and took hold of his wrist, "then this is for you." And I placed it on my bottom.

His hand slid beneath my skirt and under my cotton panties before I could stop him. I almost yelled aloud when his hand squeezed my bare skin but he muffled it by kissing me more.

As he practically molested my butt I realized how hot it would be to have sex right now. I could see the allure it held for Ashley. All those other students and teachers milling about while we pleasured ourselves. The thought of it was very inspirational.

Brandon's hand slid between my cheeks and this time I wanted him to go further. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted...the lunch bell to ring?

"Fuck!" Brandon cursed. "We need to get out of here before anyone sees us leaving!"

"You go ahead. I'll be right behind you as soon as I fix my panties."

He left without another word and I escaped without incident. I didn't see him again until the final bell rang and I met him by his truck.

"Hey so umm how is this gonna work anyways?" He wondered aloud.

I reached into my car and pulled out a thong. It was red and lacy and it fit in my closed fist. I gave it to him and hoped he wouldn't change his mind. I really wanted to see him wearing it. He took it from me and put it under his backpack on his bench seat.

"You sure you don't want to meet up today? Get rid of some pent up energy?" He tried, but failed.

"No. I'll see you tomorrow morning and no phone calls tonight. In fact," I stepped closer to him and whispered, "no masturbating either."

I watched his eyes glow before he quickly responded.

"That goes for you too!" He fiercely whispered.

"Fine!" I smiled.

"Fine!" He smiled back.

I quickly turned away and got in my car before either of us touched or kissed the other. Once I got home I kept myself busy with cleaning my room and making myself dinner.

My house had been mostly empty as of late. My dad had been working a lot and traveling on the weekends. My older sister Tina only stopped by every now and then. Which left only my mom as someone to talk to. So when she got home that evening I welcomed her conversation, even if she quickly changed the conversation to her favorite subject.
"So, did Brandon stop by today? I tried to give you a few extra hours after school to have the house empty, was I just wasting my time?" She asked.

"Yeah you kind of did." I then explained what I had planned for tomorrow.

"Really? So you are finally using your body to get men to do things for you?" She enunciated the word 'finally' as if I was in mid-thirties or something.

"I was surprised it was so easy." I admitted. "He accepted it so readily that I wonder what else I could make him do."

"Well have fun but don't go too far. You wouldn't want to make him do anything that results in humiliation or embarrassment in front of other guys. What I mean is that if his friends find out he could resent you." She pointed out.

"Oh. I didn't even think about that."

"The male ego is a fragile thing. That's why you should almost always compliment his penis."

"Aw really mom?!"

"The size of it." She said almost dreamily. "Or its thickness."

"Yeah well, that comes easy with him. I just tell the truth." I found myself feeling pride in my boyfriends equipment.

"But you might not always be with him. And if he's as endowed as you say he is,"

"He is mom." I interrupted.

"Then you may be dissatisfied if your next boyfriend is less um, fulfilling. But you should still compliment it." She finished her thought.

"Thanks for the advice." I said. "I'm gonna go and watch some tv now."

For the next two hours or so I watched prime time TV. Every time a commercial break would happen I'd find myself thinking about him, in a thong, pushing me against a wall, or some other erotic fantasy. Multiple times I wanted to break my promise and relieve myself and I even almost called him once.

When my shows were finally over at ten I shut it off and changed into my pajamas. By changing I meant I took off my shirt and shorts and laid in my bed in my bra and panties. As soon as my head hit the pillow my mind betrayed me and thought of having him on top of me, pinning me to the mattress.

I let my hand slide under my panties and play with my soft blond hair between my fingers. That's when I remembered that he liked it short and trimmed. I decided to do a quick shave and walked to the bathroom. It only took a few minutes to trim the hair as close as I dared.

I cleaned up and pulled my panties back on. When I stepped into the hallway I heard a low guttural sound. It came from my parents bedroom. Had I stopped to think about it I never would've went to their bedroom door. A second more to think and I never would've pushed the door open an inch or so. Then I never would've seen my mom spread eagle on her bed, pushing a giant purple dildo in and out of her. I only looked for one second but to this day that image is burned into my mind.

I somehow still slept soundly that night or I blocked the nightmares from my mind. Either way I remember waking up the next day thinking of Brandon's butt in my thong.

Chapter Five - Thursday

I awoke with my equivalent of morning wood. My hand was between my legs and I moaned out loud as I opened my eyes. I wanted to stop myself and I wanted to finish myself off. In the dream I just awoke from I had Brandon on his back and was stroking my inner heat with the tip of his dick.

I forced my mind to think of something other than anything sexual and managed to get out of bed without breaking the promise I made to him. The hot shower threatened to bring those thoughts to mind again. Instead of giving into them I thought about the summer and upcoming freshman year at college. I had a lot of change coming up in the near future and a lot of anxiety to deal with. But it worked to quell my mind.

Until I went back to my room and tried to get dressed. I struggled with what to wear. With Brandon wearing a thong and having to show it to me would it lead to actual activity at school? If it did what should I wear, a thong as well? Then it hit me. I knew exactly what to wear. I dug through my closet until I found what I was looking for. My basic uniform went on top and I chose a gray cotton bra for the day. Nothing flashy or that could be seen under my white blouse.

Thankfully I avoided my mother that morning. I don't think I could've handled seeing her without thinking of what I had seen the previous night. I shuddered just thinking about it. Somehow me using my own finger was different than using such a phallic shaped toy.

The drive went by fast and my heart jumped in my chest when I saw him standing by his truck. He had waited for me. I parked near the truck and walked right up to him. He pulled me into a tight hug. I knew he could feel my breasts but I couldn't feel anything of his just yet.

"Aren't you excited to see me?" I asked.

"Of course Em." He risked a quick kiss to my lips.

"But you're not excited excited."

"Oh that, yeah well I think the uncomfortableness of your thong might be working against my own arousal."

He made a good point.

"Why don't we go straight to that closet and you can see for yourself?" He offered.

"And miss home room?" I mocked a protest.

"You're the one that wants to see this." He quickly reminded me.

"You know something, I really do." I couldn't help but grin. "Let's go."

We walked inside the main building and decided to wait in our respective restrooms until a minute or so after the morning bell. It was only five minutes of a wait time but it felt much longer than that. By now I had formed a pretty accurate picture of what his butt would look like but my desire to see him continued to grow.

Finally the bell rang and after waiting a whole thirty seconds I darted from my hiding place and watched the last straggler enter a room down at end of the long hall. Brandon soon joined me and together we entered the closet. Everything appeared the same as yesterday and just as Brandon began to remove his belt I had an idea.

"Hey, have you wondered what I'd be wearing today if you were wearing my underwear?" I asked him. "I mean, you have mine on so..." My voice trailed off.

He froze like a deer in the headlights.

"But I didn't give you a pair of mine."

"I never said you did. But what if I found a pair?" I led him on.

"You took a pair from my room a few days ago?" His face looked puzzled.

"No, but you're on the right track. When would there have been an opportunity to take a pair that you wouldn't miss?"

And his brown eyes sparkled, "Prom night." He stated.

"Correct."

He moved fast. And he was strong.

His hands went to my shoulder blades and he spun me around. I muffled a yelp while he dropped to his knees and lifted my skirt up.

"Hot damn," he began, "it's all covered up but your ass is looking really hot right now Em." He declared.

"Really now?" I wanted to keep him talking.

"Oh my god yes. Something about you having my boxers on is pretty hot." I felt his fingertips glide across my bottom. "It's so round," he traced the outside edges, "so arousing," he cupped the bottom of my butt, "so fucking hot," he gently squeezed me, "I want to take them off right now."

I giggled in my arousal. "You can't take them off now silly."

He let out a groan of disappointment.

"But you do remember this pair, right?" I asked.

"Yep."

"Do you remember why you were going to throw them away?"

I didn't have to wait long for the realization to set in. He stood back up and wrapped his arms around my waist. Like we were two pieces of one puzzle I felt his hardened shaft slide between my butt cheeks and press firmly against me. His hands shot under the front of my skirt and touched my exposed skin.

He had remembered. How I tore open these briefs to get at his dick that night. The front flaps designed to keep his manhood as concealed as possible had been ripped to each side, making a permanent hole in them. Now I wore them and the wide open tear just happened to be above the area he craved most.

"You've trimmed recently. For me?" He breathed into my ear.

I half-turned my head to look into his eyes. "Do you like it?" I said somewhat hesitantly.

His fingers stroked the short hairs and worked themselves between my legs to touch my labia. I moaned the answer to my own question.

I tried to tell myself that I was supposed to be the one seeing him with his pants down. He was to be on display and I was to be in control of him. I would ogle and touch his body, not the other way around.

But his dick pressed its way between my cheeks and his hand quickly found how wet I was. So I gave in. I widened my stance and let him have more access to my inner heat. And he took advantage of it.

His fingers pressed against my lips and easily slid inside of me. I gasped at his penetration. I could feel his fingers burying themselves up to the knuckle and my mind took me to another place.

We were in an office type of room and he had me up against a wall. We stared into each other's eyes while I opened his pants and pushed them off his waist. He lifted me up in the air and my legs went around his waist. He slid his steel shaft in and out of me while he molested my butt.

In reality his fingers were doing almost as good of a job and made me wish we were in one of our bedrooms. Still, between the previous night, the morning dreams, and hearing him gush over my bottom already had me in overdrive. I pushed myself back against his dick and slid my hips up and down. He changed the pace of the thrusts of his fingers to match the movements of my hips.

Though I felt his fingers I imagined his dick in me. Except now my vision changed and he was entering me from behind. I was on my knees and elbows in my bedroom. He was bent over me with his hands on my hips and he was really pounding me.

"Oh god." I whimpered. "Oh shit!"

"You can feel how hard I am Em. Say the word and I'll pull my boxers off!" He whispered fiercely.

As bad as I wanted him to do just that I couldn't risk expulsion right before graduation. I shook my head sideways and waited for him to stop his fingers.

But he didn't. In fact his fingers flew in and out of me even faster after I denied him. I pushed harder against his erection and he held me tighter to him.

"I really want to fuck you Em. You're just so goddamn beautiful." His other hand went to work on my blouse. He opened a few buttons and slipped his hand onto my right breast. "I thought about you all night long." He squeezed my boob and pinched my hard nipple.

"Mmm-mmm!" I moaned through my closed mouth.

"I'd touch myself and think about what you'd do to me when you saw me in your thong." He pushed his dick up and down my ass cheeks, mimicking what we both wanted from each other. "I woke up the same way Em. My hand wrapped around my dick, thinking about you."

He said the sweetest things sometimes. Other times he could be graphic but it almost always worked for him. I really wanted him to drop his pants and rip my panties off.

"Ahh, ahh, ahhhh!" I groaned out loud.

His hand pushed itself up and under my bra and squeezed my bare breast. My pussy was so wet and the thrusts of his fingers showed no signs of stopping. My knees buckled and threatened to let me fall to the ground but Brandon held me even tighter to him.

I could feel my climax rapidly build. Just a few more strokes and he would make me cum.

"Oh god!" I exhaled. I bit my bottom lip to suppress what was soon to follow. "MMM!" I grunted as my orgasm broke through.

My hips bucked back against his and he kept fingering me as a wave of pleasure flowed through my whole being. I felt my pussy clamp onto his fingers and try to hold him still. But within me I could feel them wiggle and stroke my wetness.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" I moaned.

Brandon chuckled when I practically collapsed against him. If he hadn't been holding me up I would've fallen to the floor for sure.

"Well that was fun." He commented. "And you haven't even seen what you came for yet." He reminded me.

I wanted to turn around and rip his pants off. To wrap my legs around him and pull him inside of me. I wanted...the door to burst open?!

I stepped away from him and flattened my skirt, and momentarily paused to appreciate how, except for his belt being undone, we weren't really disheveled at all. I turned to face the intruder, to face potential punishment, and was relieved to see two familiar faces.

"Hey guys!" Ashley nervously offered in greeting.

"Hey Nick, hey Ash." Brandon responded.

"Well, this is awkward." Nick stated.

I visually assessed the situation. We were in the room with Brandon's belt off but nothing revealed. Ashley had her hand halfway down Nick's pants and was pulling him behind her. And her blouse was unbuttoned way more than it should have been. A quick glance at Brandon's eyes caused me to grin slightly as he was looking anywhere but at Ashley's exposed cleavage.

"So are you guys just getting started?" Ashley hesitantly asked.

"Umm kind of." I responded.

"We're good for now. Enjoy the rest of home room. You should have," Brandon looked at his watch, "twelve to fifteen minutes."

Then he looked at Nick and smiled. "But this room is ours during lunch break."

Nick chuckled, "Sure thing man."

Brandon's hand went to the small of my back and he ushered us out of the room. The last sound we heard was Ashley giggling and a zipper being opened. Then the door was shut behind us.

As soon as we were a step or two away he suddenly spun around and faced me. His hands went to my chest and I took a step back, not out of fear but out of modesty.

"Relax Em," he touched my blouse, "I just can't let you go on like this." He adjusted my bra that I had forgotten about. "Pretty sure you'd die of embarrassment if you walked into homeroom with your boob hanging out." He buttoned my blouse and smoothed it out. "There, now no one else will see what Nick saw."

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed when I realized I had been somewhat exposed to Nick and Ashley. "Was he looking?"

"He didn't just look Em. He blatantly stared at you. I'm surprised you or Ashley didn't catch him." He turned to walk down the hallway, and stretched his left hand back to hold mine.

We had never held hands yet. We were together but I thought about how we had not done much publicly to show to other people. It warmed my heart and I took hold of his hand. He gently squeezed it and I caught up to walk by his side.

"So Nick was staring at me..."

"And I'll make sure to hit him later on for that. Not like he doesn't know you're with me or anything." Brandon said.

My boyfriend was either jealous or protective. Either way it was sweet.

"You'd think he wouldn't need to stare with Ashley next to him ready to do stuff." He added.

"Plus her boobs are bigger than mine. So why look at mine?" I added before I realized how insecure it made me sound.

He stopped walking and turned to face me again.

"Sometimes bigger doesn't mean better Emily." He reached out to my breasts and this time I didn't back away. "And believe me when I say that yours are more perfect." He cupped them gently in his hands and I felt heat rising between my thighs again.

"So you're saying you'd rather have mine than hers?" I smiled at him.

He let go of them and pulled me into a warm embrace.

"No. What I'm trying to say is that I'd rather have you, all of you, then her or any other girl."

My heart melted.

He let me go and said to go into home room and he'd come in a minute or so after me. I gave him a quick kiss and entered the room. The teacher barely glanced at me as I took my seat. Brandon would enter shortly thereafter and also barely got a glance. As he walked past my desk he dropped off a note for me.

It read, "This thong is crawling up my ass and is really uncomfortable."

I giggled a bit and thought about what he had just said out in the empty hall. We were very active sexually so he didn't just say all of that to get under my skirt. I wondered if we were getting too close considering we would break up when I left for college in a few weeks. Would I be hurt more or less if we continued on this path?

The rest of the morning went by quick. At least it did for me. Rather than sit in class for the third and fourth period the cheerleaders and I were allowed to practice in the gym for tomorrow's pep rally. We went through our routines which included lots of jumping and twirling, our poses and handstands, and finished up with our pyramid. We ended practice twenty minutes before lunch so we could hit the showers and cool down.

"So," Ashley bounded up to me, "are you in or out for flashing the basketball team?"

"I thought you were flashing the school." I had been out of the loop obviously.

"Nah, I was down for that of course but I got more support when we decided to just flash the boys team tomorrow morning before the actual rally."

"Why are we even having this rally anyways? It's the last days of school." I said.

"Cause it's not about us. The seniors won't even be a part of the team obviously. It's the freshmen, sophomores, and juniors we'd be showing skin to. In or out cause those of us that are in are standing next to each other when we do it."

"Ugh, how long of a flash would it be and would we take off our tops completely or just lift them above our boobs?" I wondered.

"Well it's called flashing so a second, maybe two. And we're only showing our boobs and then leaving so you'll probably want to leave your top on. Stand next to me tomorrow morning. I'll say we're gonna do a special cheer. That's the signal." Ashley smiled.

"So long as I'm not alone."

"It's me Emily. At the very least it'd be both of us." She reminded me of her risqué behavior.

"That's true. So how was home room today?" I laughed as I asked.

"Oh god, you mean how frustrated am I?"

"You mean you didn't have fun?" I wanted some clarification.

"Oh I had fun alright. I gave him a blowjob, he patted my head, pulled his pants up and left! Jackass!" She declared.

"Well my experience was quite the opposite." I happily said.

"Yeah well I'd like to be happy for you but I'm a little frustrated right now so try not to brag too much. Besides, I'm sure Brandon will be expecting some attention at lunch."

"And I'll be happy too. You see," I had to tell somebody my secret, "I made Brandon do something for me and I can't wait to see it. But it's something you can't let on that you know. It could be embarrassing."

Ashley stared at me. "What'd you make him do?"

"Wear one of my thongs." I quietly stated.

"What the fuck?" Ashley hissed. "Seriously?"

I nodded my head. "A red one."

"Holy shit. Wow, more power to you then!" Ashley grew excited. "So you exploited his desire for you, huh?"

"Guess so." The end of period bell rang.

"I'm proud of you. Now go have some fun, but tell me EVERYTHING later." Ashley hugged me and I walked off to wait downstairs.

I entered the girls room, stripped for a two minute cold shower, and dried off. Then I simply waited for the lunch bell. For good measure I waited two more minutes before exiting to an empty hallway. One second later the door to the men's room opened and my boyfriend walked out with a big grin on his face.

"Hey beautiful." His arm slid around my waist as we walked to the door.

"Hey handsome." I put my arm around his neck.

"What you got planned this time?"

"This time I plan on seeing what's got my boyfriend feeling uncomfortable. In fact," he opened the door quietly and we stepped inside, "I think I got too much attention this morning so while I take a moment to admire you, you need to keep your hands off of me."

He shut the door and never let that smile leave his face.

"Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets."

"In that case," I didn't want to waste another minute, "take off your pants."
"Haha, no problem. Just try not to laugh to much."

"Why would I laugh?" I asked while he removed his belt.

"Cause um," he unbuttoned his pants, "you'll just have to see."

He pulled the zipper down.

"Wait! Turn around and show me your butt first." I directed him.

He complied and hooked his thumbs in the empty belt loops. I watched him lower his pants and push them down his hips until they were past his knees. He had to bend over to get them down to his ankles which made the view even more alluring.

I was surprised for two reasons. The first being that I was very attracted to his butt. All morning long I had thought about digging my nails into it and pulling him into me. Now here it was, mere inches from my hands. The second surprise was how nice it looked in my red thong.

He had it running low on his hips, probably so no one saw the bright red through his white shirt if it rose too high. The main strap ran right between his cheeks and legs.

I dropped to my knees behind him and put my fingers on his little bubble butt. His skin was soft and demanded my touch. I stroked each cheek and soon palmed them in my hands. He uttered an encouraging groan so I dug my nails into him. A sharp gasp escaped his throat and I smirked in response. It seemed my boyfriend liked it as much as I did when he would touch me.

There was something else that I had to do. A desire I could never admit out loud. Yet it burned within me and I had to try it. Now was as good a time as any. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his butt. It felt warm and inviting. I opened my lips and my mouth and gently bit his flesh.

"Oh wow." He gasped. "That's what that feels like."

I took in more of him and bit down a little harder while digging my nails into his other cheek. This time he cursed.

"Shit!"

So I drew away in fear that I'd hurt him.

"No no, that felt good Emily. Do it again." He told me.

So I did. I made him grunt through his closed mouth while I bit down on his soft skin and held it between my teeth. I became determined to leave a mark on him that only I would know about. After a solid ten seconds I let go and chuckled as he sharply inhaled oxygen.

"Still like that?" I asked.

"Oddly," he gasped, "I do." He must've been holding his breath when I bit him.

"Well I've had enough for now. Turn around."

"Remember, try to not laugh that hard." He said.

When he turned around I saw why. It did look quite silly but I managed to muffle my laughter. Each of his two balls hung on one side of the thong. One on the right, the other on the left. As if that wasn't comical enough his large erection was barely concealed by the thong at all. The entire head of his penis was exposed and stuck in an upright position against his waist.

"Doesn't it look a little weird?"

I giggled a little. "Just a little. Let me fix that."

I reached up and pulled on the thong until it was down to his knees. His dick bounced in front of me as I released it. I took a moment to admire it. His shaft was as straight as it could be and stuck out at an upward angle. The purplish head was thick and glistened at the tip of it.

I wrapped my right hand around the base of his penis and guided the head to my waiting mouth. Brandon tensed a little as I let him enter me. His smooth tip glided along the roof of my mouth and I was careful to not let it scrape against my teeth.

As my boyfriend enjoyed the sensation I mentally suppressed my gag reflex. At this angle I couldn't even get as much in as the other night when he was on his back. But I could at least run my lips back and forth over his head.

I continued to work his shaft and slid my other hand around his waist and over his butt. My nails dug into his flesh and pulled him tight to me. Pretty soon his knees buckled and he almost lost his balance.

"Haha, wanna sit or lie down?" I offered.

"I'll lie down." He sighed happily.

As he laid down on the carpeted floor an idea struck me. I reverse mounted him. My knees pinned his arms to his sides and I braced myself with my left hand. I made sure my ass was right in his face before I lowered my mouth to his waiting dick.

"Let me know when you're going to finish." I told him.

I resumed my motion and was able to take more of his shaft inside of my mouth. Instead of holding his dick this time I cupped his balls. He moaned and groaned while I gently massaged them in my open palm.

"Oh god!" He grunted. "Just a little more." He warned me.

I could feel his head pulse within me. He was definitely close and I toyed with letting him cum in my mouth but I didn't feel ready for that just yet. He uttered a sharp curse and I withdrew my lips.

My right hand wrapped around his slick skin and rapidly jerked him off. I remembered to aim his dick up so it wouldn't shoot on me.

"Oh fuck Em." He grunted.

A second later he exploded. His thick cum shot high in the air. Though I expected it to happen I was still amazed to see it again. I leaned back and felt his nose rub against my own inner lips. As I continued to stroke him through his orgasm I grinded my hips on his face. After six or seven eruptions he seemed drained and satisfied.

"Ohh mmph." His voice was muffled.

I was so engrossed in his orgasm I had forgotten what I was doing to his face so I quickly got off of him.

"Why'd you get off?" He asked. "I was enjoying the view!"

"I really want to let you and I'm starving for it." I admitted. "But I'm also really starving for food! Have fun cleaning up!"

I jumped up and darted from the room as he protested. It was just as hard for me to leave as I wanted my own satisfaction now. But I wanted to leave him wanting more and I knew I had accomplished that task. I went to the ladies room to smooth and adjust my clothing. Just as I was done the door burst open and Brandon stood there.

"Anyone else here?" He whispered.

"I don't think so! But get out!" I demanded.

He didn't listen. He walked right towards me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I weakly protested.

Again he was silent but he pushed and moved me into the handicap stall. I wanted him and I didn't want him.

"You really need to stop." I whispered.

Silence, again. His hands went under my skirt and I felt him yank my, or rather, his briefs off my hips. I let him put the lid down and guide me down to a sitting position and his hands pushed my legs apart. We both knew I was wet already. We both knew I wanted this.

"Brandon," I exhaled, "please."

He knelt down and pushed his head between my thighs. When his tongue made contact I felt electricity shot through my body. Thoughts filled my head. How the rush of what and where we were doing this, how badly I wanted to orgasm, how we could be caught at anytime.

I dragged my fingers down the back of his head and pulled him against me. Any form of control had left me the moment he entered this room. I wouldn't care if he stood us up and fucked me against the wall or, oh god, if he bent me over and entered me from behind!

He pushed his soft muscle past my wet lips and penetrated me over and over. My body was on fire and it was all I could do to silence my passion.

"MMM! MMM!" I screamed through closed lips.

Faster and faster his tongue moved against me. He had barely begun and I was almost finished.

"Ohhhhh!" I let a long moan escape my lips.

Then his lips surrounded my hot button and he focused all of his attention in flicking it with his tongue.

"Mm, god, damn, you." I quietly said between breaths.

My body spasmed and jerked against his face as I enjoyed one of the quickest and most intense orgasms I've ever had. He kept licking me until I stopped groaning and collapsed backwards in exhaustion.

"You came pretty quickly Em." He stated the obvious. "Sure you're done?"

He stood up and I saw the huge bulge in his pants. If I hadn't just orgasmed I would've torn his pants off but I was back in control of myself, for now.

"I'm done Brandon. You get out of here before you're caught. I'll see you in the lunchroom." I replied. "I wasn't lying when I said I was starving."

He left me without another word. I heard the main door open and close. I took a few minutes to catch my breath before I stood and, once again, fixed my uniform.

By the time I got to eat lunch I had only five minutes left. As eventful as the half-hour had been the rest of the day was boring as hell. All too soon I was saying goodbye to Brandon. He had to work that evening so I was forced to wait to spend some real quality time with him.

When I got home I was surprised to see my mom already at the kitchen table. Even more surprising was that she had a bottle of rum in her hand. I immediately thought what a 'fun' night I had ahead of me.

I could've gone to my room as she hadn't seen me yet but I also knew she only drank when something was wrong. So I entered the kitchen and smiled when she smiled at me. She seemed very lucid so she'd probably only had one drink so far.

"Hey mom." I greeted her with a hug. "Doing alright?"

"I think so but right now I'm wondering if you'll be alright after I talk to you." She said cryptically.

"Something wrong?" I quickly thought about my recent actions and if I had anything to worry about. "Mind if I put the alcohol away?"

"Go ahead hon." She handed me the bottle. "I've barely started and right now," she uttered a deep sigh, "well, you take priority."

I put the rum in a cabinet and came back to the table. I sat directly across from her and waited for her to begin.

She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms under her chest. It was apparent she was giving some thought to her words. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable as I truly had no idea what she had to say.

'Was I in trouble, was a family member sick, what was it?'

"I've weighed whether or not to ease into this. I don't want to shock you but I also see no reason to be anything than blunt with you. You're a strong girl and can handle this regardless of how I break it to you."

She took one final breath before she spoke words I'll never forget.

"Your father has left us. He filed for divorce this morning and is sending movers for his clothes and belongings as he so casually referred to them."

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"We've tried to work at it but we both want different things in life. I argued that we should keep up the illusion until you left for college but uh, he couldn't wait I guess." She looked at me. "I am so sorry Emily."

My vision remained blurry as tears rolled down my cheeks. My family had fallen apart and I hadn't even noticed.

"Is it, is it my..." I started to ask, like I imagine all young people do.

"No!" My mom interrupted. "We just tried to wait till you were out of the state. This has been building for quite some time now. There's something you need to understand Emily," she paused and looked at me uncertainly, "and that is that both of us have been very unfaithful to each other."

"Oh." Was all I could get out while I fought back tears.

"Do you want to keep talking or would you like to take some time?" She asked hesitantly.

"I'll uh, I'll see you in a little while mom."

I remember getting up from the table with my head hanging low. I remember climbing the stairs to my room. The next thing I remember is the sun coming up in the morning.

Chapter Six - Friday

Sad thoughts entered my mind but I pushed them away. Instead I intentionally filled it with sexual thoughts. I knew I needed something to happen that day and I knew I was fast losing out on time to make it happen. Perhaps I somehow found confidence to put my plan into action that sunny Friday morning or perhaps I just didn't care about the consequences. What I do know is that I put on a pair of yellow boy short panties under my cheerleading uniform that day and I've never regretted it.

Friday was school spirit day so everyone on a team could wear their uniforms and all other students could wear our colors. I wore my cheer uniform and I knew Brandon would wear his baseball uniform. The top still had a built-in bra while the skirt had a built-in panty liner. I carefully cut both of them out. Although I wore the yellow bottoms I chose to not wear anything under my cheer top. The cotton material was thick enough that there would be no danger of see-through, and it was supposed to be a warm day.

As I look back on this day I now realize how numb I was. The previous night's news had done so but I still made the choices to do what I did. And given the chance, I'd do it all over again.

When I got to the parking lot I saw Brandon and smiled for the first time in about twelve hours. Knowing him as I did I knew he had no t-shirt on under his jersey. A pair of tight briefs would be under his baseball pants that hung loosely on his frame. I wanted, no, I needed to feel something and I'd have to feel it from him.

I parked and walked to the back corner of the lot where he was. Though he had a smile on his face he never would have expected what I did. His arms went around my back to hug me and I slipped my right hand down his pants and under his briefs. His grunt of surprise barely registered as I found his soft dick.

"Em, what are you doing?"

"Making you hard." I replied.

I stroked his dick and reveled in the sensation of feeling it grow within my grip. In no time at all I felt it fully harden. Half of me wanted to push him into the cab of his truck and take him right then. But there were way too many people that would've been able to know what we were doing. Still, I wanted some privacy.

"Get back in your truck." I told him.

He seemed hesitant but listened to me. He sat on the seat and faced me. If we stayed like this, with his open door blocking me, it would appear like we were just having a normal conversation. So I pulled his pants down below his shaft and slid my hand through the leg hole of his briefs.

"Em? Really?" He had the gall to question me.

Me, the one trying to jerk him off.

"Keep an eye out." I suggested.

I gripped his hard shaft and began to pump my fist up and down. His face slowly changed from one of shock to one of pleasure. I wanted his briefs out of the way. Not just because they were in the way but because I wanted to watch it. I needed to see me satisfy him.

I took hold of his briefs with my left hand and yanked them down when he lifted himself up off the seat. His boxers and pants were around the middle of his thighs so he could quickly recover if someone got too close. With his huge dick out in the open he seemed more on edge but I was in awe again.

The tip swelled when I strengthened my grip and increased the pace. I heard his breathing grew deeper and watched as he grew wet with pre-cum. It couldn't be long now.

"Want me to stop or should I finish you off?"

"Hmm, finish it Em." He sounded happy but I just stared at his dick.

His really nice dick. It was somehow alluring to me. I had seen them in sex-ed and never really thought of them as attractive. But his? His I wanted in my mouth.

"You want to finish in my hand or in my mouth?" I asked him.

I was just about to lower my lips to his dick when he grunted sharply. A deep groan emanated from his throat and white cum exploded from his shaft. I watched it almost hit the ceiling of his cab and kept jerking him off as he groaned in pleasure. By the end of his orgasmI had it all over my fingers and hand. I waited till I was sure he was watching and then I wiped it on the underside of my skirt.

"I just remembered that I had actually come over here to show you something and then got distracted!" I quipped while pulling his briefs up and over his slick penis.

"I'm uh, I'm glad you did." He exhaled.

He stepped out of the cab and put his hand down his pants. I watched as he maneuvered his still hard dick so that it pointed down and ran along his right thigh. When he was done I saw that it was fully hidden from view due to his baggy pants.

"What'd you want to show me?" He asked.

I would later form many opinions about my behavior that day. From publicly jerking my boyfriend off to what I was about to do now and even more so later on. But in the moment of the day I didn't give a shit. What I did give a shit about that day was Brandon. And I wanted him to only give a shit about me and nothing else.

So I put my hands on his shoulders and moved him to the side. I climbed into the cab and put my hands and knees on the bench seat. He had a perfect view up my skirt if he so chose to push it up. Which proved irresistible to him as I knew it would.

His hands slid up my thighs and across my bottom. I sighed when I felt my skirt go over my hips and heard him gasp upon discovering my yellow underwear.

"My god Emily. Your ass is amazing." He complimented me.

"Tell me again."

"It's so round." His hands glided over my derrière. "So fucking perfect." His fingers dug into my flesh and I moaned in pleasure. "We need to have sex tonight." He stated.

"What's wrong with lunch time?" I hinted.

My skirt was pulled back down and he guided me backwards until my feet were on the pavement again. I turned to face him.

"I don't know what's gotten into you today Em but I gotta say that I'm a fan." He was smiling at me.

'Poor bastard.' I thought with a smile.

If he only knew why I was acting out. It might break him if I shared my sadness. Even a brief thought could cause an outpouring of tears. Today would be a good distraction and maybe some other time I'd tell him.

I took another quick look to make sure no parent or teacher was watching us. I took his hand and placed it on my butt.

"It's all yours in a few hours." I said as he squeezed me, hard.

I wish I could say that I was truly in control of myself. But something had snapped inside of me and though there was a tiny bit of logical sense that said I should stop my plan I quickly ignored it. I wanted to lose control today. I wanted to not be the good and innocent little girl everyone thought I was. And if I got caught doing what I had planned, then so be it.

I gave him a quick kiss and we walked into school for morning classes. The whole week had been more or less of a joke and today was no exception. The first two periods were just a waste of everyone's time and then it was time for our pep rally practice. I ran into a stall in the ladies room to enact the next step of my plan.

I reached under my skirt and took off my panties. I only had minutes to catch Brandon before he went to third period as he merely had to show up and be in uniform instead of practicing like we did.

I ran back out into the hallway and blew past Ashley on my way to catch him. She called after me but I kept going until I found him. I walked up next to him and took hold of his hand. He turned to face me with a smile on his lips but all I did was use our bodies to hide the fact that I was pushing my yellow undies into his palm.

His brown eyes went wide in excitement. He slung his backpack off his shoulder and quickly stuffed them in there.

"So if a strong wind catches your skirt?" He asked.

"Then you wouldn't be the only male to have ever seen me bottomless." I replied before turning and fast-walking back to meet Ashley.

I almost looked back. I wanted to see the look on his face knowing that I was a quick lift away from being fully accessible to him. But I knew I had power right now. I knew I had made him desire me. Maybe lunchtime would be too early after all, maybe I'd make him wait longer.

I made sure there were no boys right behind me as I dashed up the stairs. Perhaps I was being way more sexually aggressive today but that didn't mean I was handing out free passes. Once in the gym I joined my cheer squad.
"Everything good?" Ashley asked as I walked up.

"Yeah, just fine." I replied.

"Thought you were having second thoughts." She continued.

"Nope. Just had to hand something off."

We went through our practice cheers and routines. When we did the pyramid I made sure I was on the bottom row. No use getting any higher and making some freshman's day. I did realize, however, that I was looking forward to the group flash. Adrenaline was fast building inside of me and when Ashley looked at me and then at the two others I inadvertently grabbed the bottom of my top.

"Not yet." Ashley cautioned me. "Ok girls," she addressed the three of us, "let's go a little closer to them. No sense in doing it across the court when we can give them a better view."

"So three seconds, right?" One of the others asked.

"Oh my god we're about to give ten boys instant boners!" The other one squealed.

"Actually we should flash for five seconds." I said before Ashley could answer.

"Really now?" Ashley asked.

"Yes." I affirmed. "And we should cup them too." I added.

"A little self-molestation?" Ashley raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm fine with it. Now wait for my signal and then count to three, or five I mean. Then we walk past them until we're out of the gym." She reminded us.

We crossed to the other court, the four of us hand in hand, and stopped at the free throw line on the other side. The team had been practicing lay-ups but paused when we lined up to face them.

"We just have a special practice cheer for you guys." Ashley began. "It's new and we wanted to know if it was motivating enough. Two, four, six, eight! Who do we appreciate?"

At the same time all four of us grabbed our tops and lifted them above our eighteen year-old breasts. Balls dropped from their hands and probably elsewhere as they ogled us. I cupped my boobs and flaunted them to the team. As I counted to five I felt my nipples harden and even briefly considered lifting my skirt.

That's when I saw Nick. I had completely forgotten he was on the team. Even so he was a senior and Ashley had said they wouldn't be present! I watched his eyes dance across all four of our chests and then back to Ashley's. Now Brandon would know for sure what I had done.

Just as I counted to five in my head the doors burst open and their coach walked in. Our hands weren't fast enough and I know he saw us topless for at least a half a second. I found myself not caring if their was a punishment at all.

Regardless, luck would be on our side that morning. The coach was a recent college grad who was a lot more conservative than all other teachers it seemed. He did single out our captain though.

"Ashley, my office, now!" He growled.

He turned and went back through the door and Ashley followed after him. The others stood and giggled as the tents were pitched in the team's shorts. Glancing over at Nick I began to see why Ashley still wanted Brandon. Nick might be the tall center on the team but he was obviously lacking elsewhere.

With my chest covered once again I ran to the other side of the court to gather my things. After conversing with a friend or two my attention went to Ashley. I walked through the doors and went to the coaches office. The door was shut but I looked through the glass window to see how bad she was being yelled at. What I found was something I didn't want to see but I couldn't look away from.

My best friend was bent over the coach's desk and he was behind her, forcing his way inside of her. From my view I could just see the left side of her and him. His pants were down but his boxers were not. Ashley's uniform was on but her panties were down to her ankles. The only thing that stopped me from barging in was the smile on her face. Until he abruptly finished that is. A frown momentarily crossed her face and disappeared when he backed out of her.

I quickly left the area and went back to the gym where the squad had continued to practice. A few minutes later Ashley joined us. When we broke for lunch I grabbed her wrist and led her down to the empty ladies room.

"What the hell Ash? The coach?" I blindsided her.

"Yeah um, believe me, it wasn't for pleasure." Was all she offered.

"Then what the hell was it for?"

"Information. And if you calm down I'll tell you why." She said while glaring at me.

"Wait. Are you mad at me?" I wondered.

"Not you. Just Nick. He looked at everyone of us instead of just me and he wasn't even supposed to be there! But anyways, I now know where the diplomas will be during the pep rally. I figure since I was the one who did the hard work and found out, you can get mine for me when you get yours."

"Oh you figured that out did you? What makes you think I'll get them instead of you simply getting your own?"

"Because I'm the captain of the squad and need to be visible at all times. You can sneak away after we do the pyramid at the beginning of our little show."

She had a point. "So where are they?"

"In the headmaster's office. Do you by any chance remember the key code on the door lock? You know, back from when we had Saturday detention?"

"Course not!" I paused and thought of something. "But Brandon has a really good memory with numbers! I'll ask him!"

"Hopefully he does and hopefully it hasn't been changed." Ashley commented.

"Sure you don't want to go back to your source of information?" I devilishly asked.

"Oh piss off!" She said through a playful smile. "So what if I used my body? It worked didn't it?"

I gave her a hug goodbye and looked for Brandon. Brandon! Holy crap was he waiting in our little meeting place for me?! I darted over to the janitor's closet and saw it was empty. After a quick sigh of relief I ran to the lunchroom and found him sitting with Nick.

"Hey Em." He greeted me with a lack of warmth.

"Hey yourself!" I cheerily said.

"So uh, you do anything interesting during practice earlier?" He asked.

Which meant he knew. And I was in no mood for excuses or feeling sorry for my decisions today. Hopefully, for him, he'd have a decent response to what I was about to say. Or I'd be forced to find other outlets for my emotions.

"So I flashed the basketball team, didn't think I needed your permission."

"Whoa, wait a minute here." He back pedaled. "No need to bite my head off. Just wish I was there to witness it."

"Why is that? Wanted another peek at Ashley's boobs? Or maybe Sara's or Kim's?" I had him on the ropes.

"What? No, just, can we start over?" He pleaded as Nick laughed.

"Oh and don't think you're free and clear Nick. Both Ashley and I watched you ogle all of us except for Ashley. You're in deep." I revealed.

"What the hell? I've seen hers already so I looked around! So what?" Nick protested.

"Nick, maybe you could go somewhere else so Em and I can talk." Brandon asked his friend.

Nick silently got up and left us.

"So, can we start over?" He asked again as I sat down.

I slid my shoe off my right foot and brought it up to his thighs where I quickly slid it towards his waistline. He surprised me by grabbing my foot and placing it on his rock solid shaft.

"Seriously! You're aroused right now?" I hissed at him.

"Between what I have in my backpack and thinking of your bare chest how could I not be?" He grinned at me.

Something about the way he grinned at me, coupled with feeling his hardness under my foot made me melt just enough.

"Sorry Brandon. It's just been one of those long days." I ruefully smiled

"What can I do for, or to you?" His grin became wicked.

So I told him my plan.

I finished with, "And if you can hold up your end then we will be all alone in there while everyone else is up here."

"Well I'm looking forward to it."

The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and the start of fifth period. Two classes until the start of the pep rally. Now that I had talked to him I was a little more at ease. The two periods flew by and then it was seventh period and everyone in the school assembled in the gym.

I saw that Brandon had waited for me outside the main doors. He grinned like the horny boy he was when he saw me. When he drew next to me he whispered in my ear.

"So you didn't bring any backup panties?"

I whispered back, "Nope. And if you sit where I show you you'll have the best possible view of my um, student body. And try and follow me out right after our pyramid."

We walked next to each other and I pointed at the bottom bleacher right in front of where I'd soon be bent over on my hands and knees. While temptation rose to bend a little farther than normal I had to remember that he wouldn't be the only one who could see. Still...

As soon as everyone settled in the headmaster made a little welcoming speech and we were underway. Those of us on the bottom of the pyramid got in position and I made sure to wink at my boyfriend before I carefully knelt in front of him. We quickly assembled a human pyramid and then the basketball team burst into the gym.

The students cheered the team on and all I wanted to do was to run away and quench my desire. I heard Ashley call for the dismount and breathed a sigh of relief, or was it a sigh of arousal? Either way as soon as we broke apart into our random cheers I easily snuck out a side door. The team ran around doing drills while I ran around the outside of the building and then through the back door into the bottom floor.

I practically ran down the hall towards the janitor's closet where I knew he would be expecting to meet up. Sure enough he came down the stairs moments later. I took his hand and we jogged to the headmaster's office where Brandon, with his great numerical memory, punched in the code for the door lock.

One second became eternity as we waited to see if the light would turn green. When it did Brandon slammed the handle down and brought us into the empty office. I walked to the middle of the room while he shut the door behind us.

Chapter Seven - Freedom

"So? Taking a big risk here huh?" He commented.

"That's not the only big thing I'm about to take!" I surprised myself with that quip.

"Shit Em! I, I uh, don't even know what to say to that." He admitted.

"Then don't say anything." I pulled him into a deep kiss.

My lips opened instantly and welcomed his tongue in my mouth. My hands went to his jersey and made quick work of the buttons in my way. I pushed it up and over his shoulders and ran my palms down his hairless chest.

His hands went to my chest as well. Or rather a specific area of my chest. He cupped and lightly squeezed my boobs and it felt great. But I needed more. I needed something from him that, in my mind, he had yet to let me experience.

Most of our relationship we had done what I thought of as making love. We tried to make sure there was a shared enjoyment and tried like hell to make the other climax. At the very least we had casual sex like a quickie or something but we always wanted the other to have fun too.

But today, today I wanted him to overpower and take me. I wanted him to use me and focus on himself and only himself. I needed him to fuck me.

My hand slid to his pants. Since they were sports pants they were a little loose around the waist. I easily slid both hands under the elastic waistline and found his throbbing hardness. He gasped when I surrounded it with one hand and cupped his sack with the other. I took the opportunity to break from our kissing and used both hands to push his pants down to his ankles.

I dropped to my knees and took his boxers down as I went. His hard shaft stuck out at a seemingly straight forty five degree angle from his body. My hand wrapped around the base and I pulled it down and into my warm mouth.

He cursed when I drew him in which made me giggle. I drew my lips over his smooth head again and again until it was completely slick. When I looked up at him our eyes locked. His face was full of pleasure.

I broke off long enough to say, "It's funny to watch you become speechless." I sucked him again. "What do you think I want to do right now?"

He sucked in oxygen and I sucked him back in.

"Make love." He replied.

Aw, I had trained him well. But I shook my head sideways.

"Oral sex?" He guessed.

"Uh-uh. You were closer the first time." I hinted and resumed licking him.

"You want to do both things? Like a sixty-nine?" He tried. "I don't know babe, please tell me!"

Oh god why couldn't he think of the right word? He has said it so many times when we were in the middle of it! Why couldn't he... Oh, probably because I had his dick in my mouth. That's why he couldn't really think that well. So I told him.

I removed him from my mouth. "I don't just want you to do something." I stroked his long shaft. "I need you to do something Brandon." My hand continued to work him while I stood up. "I need you to just take me. No words, no time for gentleness," I leaned forward and practically breathed my next few words between his open lips and into his mouth, "I just need you to fuck me."

Electricity seemed to spark in his brown eyes. He nodded, took me in his arms and pushed me back against the big oak desk in the middle of the room. Instinctively I lifted my butt up and sat on the edge of it, and my legs parted as I got comfortable.

I watched my naked man move between my thighs. My thighs were covered by my skirt but also laid bare for him underneath it. How was he nude and yet my outfit covered me still?

As if psychically linked his hands went to my top and he pulled it out and over the tops of my breasts. My nipples had long since hardened and when he squeezed them I gasped to encourage him. He tightened his grip and I watched them appear to balloon under the pressure. My areoles expanded and my nipples grew even redder in color. Yes, I thought, this is what I need from him.

His hands travelled south along my body until they found my skirt. He lifted it up and pushed it back against my belly and paused to allow himself a quick stare. I watched his fingers approach my inner thighs and touch my sensitive skin. He pushed through and we both gasped at the same time, me from the invasion, and him from feeling how wet I already was.

We looked up at each other and I hoped he could read my mind. I didn't want to waste time with his fingers. He grinned and pulled them out of me. He stepped closer and guided his throbbing dick to my wet slit.

I uttered a soft curse when his glistening tip entered me. His hands wrapped around my back and held me tight. I knew what he was about to do. He pulled my body towards him while thrusting hard against me.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed.

"Goddamn!" He grunted at the same time.

His mouth found my neck and he sank his teeth into me. His hips moved back and forth and quickly found a steady rhythm. I looked straight down and watched his dick almost pull out completely before it was slammed back inside.

It was almost an out of body experience for me. He repeatedly thrusted into me which would normally drive me crazy but all I could do right now was think of what it would look like. If I was me, the one being fucked, and if I was also me, having just entered the room and watching us.

Even though I was in the middle of sex I fantasized what it would be like to watch Brandon fuck someone else. I thought of what it would do to me if I saw him seduce someone and undress her. How he would take off her bra and play with her breasts before he pulled her panties off and put his face between her thighs. Or what it would feel like to see him enter her and watch her face as he penetrated her over and over again with his huge dick.

My thoughts had a surprising effect on me. I had brought us down here to let him fuck me and planned on not even having a climax. It was just that kind of day after the late night news I had just gotten. Yet the more I fantasized about him having sex with someone while I watched, the more aroused I became. All too soon I was overwhelmed with thoughts of what I would do to him after he finished inside of the other woman. And that made me really hot.

"Oh god!" I gasped. "Oh god! Harder!" I grunted.

If I thought he had already been using all of his strength I was mistaken. With a quick gasp of air he lifted me up, cupped my butt with his hands, and drove me into the side wall. He held me in place and molested my cheeks while driving in and out of me like a piston in an engine.

I was suspended in mid-air and had my legs wrapped around his waist. My breasts pressed against his chest and I could now feel his dick rub my clit with every thrust. My body was on fire in the best possible way.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod!!" I squealed.

"I'm gonna cum Em." He stated like a warning.

"Oh god yes!" It was building fast now. "Yes! Ye-yes!" I shouted and felt my pussy tighten around his dick.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" He grunted and, with a final thrust, released his load deep into me.

I felt every shot he had to give and on the third or fourth one I let my own orgasm loose.

"Mmm! Shhhiiiit!" I cursed out loud.

Considering I hadn't planned on one at all it was quite enjoyable. Pleasure coursed through my being and I caught myself wishing we could go again, right away. That he would lay down and let me mount him. And as I came down from my high I realized that, if it all worked out, we might just possibly get tired of each other over the next few days.

"OK, now we've got to hurry." I said to the man still buried inside of me. "Let me down."

Ever the gentleman he walked me back to the desk and let me rest on it. He slowly pulled out and went about redressing himself. I quickly adjusted my top and smoothed over my skirt.

"Ok so uh, what should we do about that?" He asked me.

I looked to where he had pointed. Right to an indent in the wall, right about the height of where my butt had been. The words just came to me.

"I guess I make quite the impression."

We looked at each other and cracked up in laughter.

"Ok so go outside and make sure we are all clear. I'll be right behind you in a few seconds." I directed him.

He gave me a questioning look but listened to me. As soon as he was out the door I opened the drawers in the desk and quickly found them. The stack of diplomas not yet rolled up but already signed by the headmaster himself. They lay flat and in alphabetical order. I leafed through them and selected mine, Brandon's, and Ashley's. I shut the drawer, glanced at my butt imprint one last time, and smiled.

Brandon turned sharply when he heard me shut the door. He had walked halfway down the hallway but walked back to join me. I held the papers behind my back.

"What was that about?" He asked.

I cryptically replied, "Let's just get out of here right now and maybe I'll tell you. Clear out our lockers and just go, somewhere."

I half expected him to say no. He had been a goody two shoes like me for most of high school. But we both had changed our senior year. I'd like to think it was for the better.

"Let's go." He took my free hand and we dashed to our lockers.

We grabbed our backpacks and whatever else was in them and shut them for the last time. I folded Ashley's diploma and slipped it into her locker through the vents. A silent smile was shared between us and then we ran out the back doors to our respective vehicles.

"Going to follow me?" He asked me.

"Depends where you're going." I shot back.

"I was thinking about that abandoned field you took me to awhile back."

"Lead the way." I replied.

I wish I could say I had long planned to leave my high school like this. That I had planned on taking my captive diploma. That I had planned on giving a dozen boys a boner by flashing them. But one thing was for absolute sure, I told myself as I signaled a turn out of the schools lot, I definitely didn't plan on leaving my high school freshly fucked.
The End

Epilogue

I was in the back of Brandon's truck. Specifically, I was in the bed of his truck and he was inside of me. Unlike a few hours ago at school we were both naked this time. I was also on top of him and currently in control. I liked the feel of the warm sun on my back but I loved the sensation of his hands on my butt.

I had just enjoyed a little pleasure of my own and we were taking a short break for now. He massaged my soft skin and made me sigh in contentedness. I laid one hand on top of the other on his chest and my chin on top of both.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked me.

"You know I am." I took a deep breath. "Are you at all curious what I snuck out of his office?"

"Yeah but I figured you'd tell me what eventually."

"Tell me something mister. What would be something you could do if you didn't have to go back to school next week for those extra snow days that closed the school in winter? The reason we would waste our time next week." I wiggled my bottom in his grip to help him with his answer.

"Oh I'm sure I could think of quite a few things to do." He then added. "But only one person to do them with."

Ok so he scored a few cheap points with that comment.

"Well I just so happened to have snuck out our diplomas!" I revealed. "So technically there's no need to go back at all." I traced over his face with my forefinger. "So why don't you tell me a few of these ideas you have."

"Well, I could tell you." His grip became very firm and he quickly rolled us over to the other side of the bed so he was now on top of me. "I'd just much rather show you."

I felt him draw his hips back and...

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Aug 1, 2018 in blowjob

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