Chapter 7: Tim and Tara share an erotic voyeurism session.
By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Arriving back home, I stood on the front porch with two doors in front of me: The door to my unit, and the door to Stephanie’s. I debated going up to Stephanie’s, and finishing what we started in the limo; continuing our talk, but this time face to face. On her bed. With those long legs wrapped around me. With my cock deep in her cunt.
I reached for a handle.
I opened the door to my unit and went in.
Lying on my bed, my mind raced with the events of the evening. I listened hard in the dark silence, but heard nothing from Stephanie’s unit upstairs.
I thought about tomorrow.
Sleep began to wash over me in a warm wave.
Tara's lipstick matched my tie.
Tim Licks His First Pussy, before going to a party.
I awoke late Saturday, full of conflicted feelings. Lying there awake I tried to organize the events of the previous night in my mind.
Stephanie, my step-sister's best friend, had been my date for the prom and, after an astounding display of erotic dominance, had sucked my dick in the limo. It was my first ever blowjob. She swallowed my cum, and then vanished, implying that she and I were not finished yet.
Christine, my friend from church, the pastor's daughter, had secretly watched the whole thing, and later intimated to me that maybe she had been there before herself.
However, despite those stimulating, erotic happenings, my mind was on Tara. In a moment of youthful stupidity I had put my foot way deep in my mouth, and I had deeply hurt one of my best friends. My mind may have been racing regarding everything going on, but the one thing I knew for sure was that I needed to make things right with her, above all else.
As I took my morning piss, my eyes peeked through the blinds, and over at the bedroom window of my next door neighbor Sarah. There she sat, my biggest crush, brushing her wet hair, a towel wrapped around her. It wasn't the first time I had seen her like this, and my mind traveled back to last week, when Tara and I had shared a hot masturbation session watching Sarah drop her towel and get fucked hard by a mystery man, right there on her bed. I had watched the girl at the center of my most intense infatuations get her back splattered with spurting semen, yet the thing that put me over the edge that day was watching Tara, right next to me, finger herself to orgasm. We had shared a moment, and I don't think I truly appreciated what it had meant for either of us.
Heading downstairs I found no sign of my step-mom Kelly, just a note stuck to the side of the fridge. "Went for a hike with Sandy, Don, and Brian," the first part of it read.
Brian. She had been spending a lot of time with Brian lately. I didn't know much about him, but I knew what his cock looked like, as I had not too long ago seen Stephanie’s mom Sandy on her knees with it in her mouth while her husband Don videotaped it. I wondered briefly if Kelly had seen that cock yet. Felt it. It was a fleeting thought though, as I knew Kelly, and in the years since my dad died she had hardly been on a single date, and spent much of her social time at church events. She surely wasn't the type.
Although, I had been learning a lot recently about what church types could really be like, so who's to say what she was capable of.
Reading the second part of the note, I stopped mid-bite of my apple. It wasn't the casual, "Love you - Kel" that she signed it with, but the bit that preceded it. The bit that said "Stephanie asked if you'd be able to pick her up from work tonight."
The previous night's scene flashed across my mind. In a blatant power move, Stephanie had made me atone for eavesdropping on her sounds of orgasm by making me take out my cock and jerk off for her. As nervous as I was, the confidence she displayed in her dominant tone turned me on intensely. What I hadn't counted on was her finishing me off inside her hot mouth.
On her knees in front of me, breasts bared, it was a position traditionally seen as submissive, but as my hot cum launched into her mouth, there was no question who was in charge.
Then, her last words to me before disappearing, "you've still got a lot to make up for, and I'm not done with you yet," echoed in my mind. This girl had gone from my childhood tormentor to a friend, to, whatever this was now, and I found the mystery of the unknown in front of me both terrifying and intensely arousing.
But there was still Tara.
I called, and I texted, but there was no response. I honestly didn't expect one, and probably didn't deserve one. I thought about how jealous I had felt seeing her re-enter the dance with Bud Pepper on her heels. The thought that they had hooked up again ignited something in me that I wasn't ready for. I knew Tara was experienced, and not someone who shied away from her own carnal desires, but it had never bothered me before. It was only a few weeks ago that she had told me about her last encounter with Bud in graphic detail, recounting the specifics of his huge cock and the blow job that left her drenched in his cum, and I found it nothing but arousing.
But I also knew that she left that encounter feeling degraded, and maybe that was part of it. Maybe seeing her respond to my equally degrading comments by running back to someone like that made me feel shame. Shame because we had shared a moment, electric and alive, orgasmic and pure, and I had ruined it by essentially calling her a slut. I cared about Tara, perhaps more than I realized, and I think maybe she had felt the same way. Until I ruined it.
I needed to clear my head. I needed to go for a run.
I was stretching on the front steps, head hung between my legs, my mind still in turmoil, when I heard Sarah's voice come from behind me.
"You going running? she said. Bouncing back up I turned to meet her. Clad in a hot pink sports bra, tight, mid-thigh leggings, and white sneakers, she was putting her damp red hair back into a ponytail.
"Yeah, great day for it, and I definitely need it," I responded, switching my stretch
"Yeah, me too, especially after last night," she said offhandedly. Her hair was damp from the shower. Why was she going for a run AFTER a shower? Maybe she had just wanted to wash off all the makeup and hair product she had been covered in for the prom, but as she turned to stretch and I saw the flare of her curvy backside, I thought about what I had witnessed through her bedroom window the other day. I wondered if maybe she felt the need to wash something else off her body too.
Now, I may have been a mental wreck, between thinking about Tara, Stephanie, and Christine, but I wasn't too blind to see an opportunity with the girl next door, the girl who I had spent most of my adolescence up to this point fantasizing about.
"You want some company?" It was an innocent opportunity, but an opportunity nonetheless.
"Yeah, sure," she exclaimed invitingly, "lead the way!"
We headed off down the road, and I introduced her to my usual path through backstreets, over old train tracks, through the wooded bike path toward the lake.
We didn't say much as we ran, both of us focusing on pace and our breath. When Sarah would pull ahead, I couldn't help but admire her body as it worked. Her cute bouncing ponytail, her firing back muscles, her round ass packaged lovingly in tight spandex.
Staring at her ass, it was then that I wondered if she knew, If any girl knew, how often the men they crossed paths with emptied their balls fantasizing about them. How behind even the most innocent of conversations was most likely at least one furious stroke session picturing all the lewd acts they could possibly perform. I'm sure even Christine's father, the pastor of our church, had pictured a member of the congregation, maybe Sandy, maybe my step-mom Kelly, hell, maybe even Rachel, on her knees for him alone on the occasional lonely night. Fleeting thoughts that lead to momentary release, and then disappear into the ether of a cleared mind.
I had pictured Sarah's ass, the ass bouncing in front of me, many times, naked, arched up in front of me, her wet cunt dripping in anticipation of me sliding my hard cock inside. I had pictured her large, perfect tits wrapped around my cock as I fucked them. Pictured her body writhing around me as she spasmed in orgasm. Pictured her contented smile as she stroked my cum all over her face and neck and breasts.
But that was fantasy, and this was real, and in this moment, those fantasies were nowhere in my mind. We were just two people enjoying a run. But I knew, later on, that the person would fade, and the fantasy would return. I would stroke, I would cum, and then it would be gone. Until the next time.
Reaching the upper swell of the lake, we both stopped for water, and to stretch. No longer focused on the exertion at hand, we talked about the only thing we knew we had in common at that point.
"So, two dates last night, huh?"she pulled her right arm across her ample bosom with her left in a stretch. "How'd that go?"
I gave a dismissive snort. "It was, something," I said, mind drifting back to the night before, "I came with two and left with none."
Technically I came with two, one made me cum, and left with none, but hey who's counting, right?
"What about you, how was your night?" I asked, cordially.
"It was, fun. It was a fun time." she said, rather conditionally.
"Bill seems,” ; like a bit of a dickhead; “ nice," I continued, "is he your boyfriend?"
"I, don't know, honestly," she mused, switching arms in her stretch, "we've been kind of on again, off again for a long time, and he's a good time, but, I don't really think he's my type."
My cock twitched. I knew exactly what she meant by a "good time."
"Besides, with college starting so soon, I don't think I want any attachments, you know?"
"Yeah," I said, bending my knee into a long quad stretch. "So how do you know Stephanie?" I lobbed, knowing the answer full well.
"She lives next door, obviously, so we've hung out from time to time." Again I knew exactly what she meant, and felt a stirring in my loins.
"Do you know,” I paused, contemplating whether or not I wanted things to get heavy. I chose to let it ride. “ why she left last night?"
"She's a tricky one." Sarah bent over at the waist, hoisting her ass up in a way I had seen in my fantasies many times. "She has a hard time getting close to people. Are you into her?"
The girl had just sucked my soul out through the tip of my penis, of course I was into her.
, Right?
"We have a complicated relationship" I offered up.
Sarah just nodded silently. "Get used to it"
My mind drifted at that point, and all the revolving elements that I was literally running from started to coalesce again.
"Race you home!" Sarah exclaimed, almost as though she could tell I needed a distraction. We headed off toward home.
Exhausted but happy, we sat on the front stairs of her house, chatting over some much-needed, ice cold waters. This girl had been in my fantasies for years, and this was by far the longest conversation I had ever had with her. We laughed, commiserated over school, learned what music and movies we agreed on, and just generally enjoyed each others company. She was a great person.
As we stood up to part ways, she turned back toward me momentarily, and said something no one had ever said to me before: "Hey, there's some people getting together at The Spot tonight." my heart skipped a beat. "You should come."
I contained my inner excitement as I got the first, and probably last, party invitation of my high school career. "Yeah, totally. Sounds good!" I managed to squeak out, playing it as cool as possible.
Sarah smiled, gave me a "see you then," and headed inside. I thought about how nice she was as I made my way back into my own house.
Minutes later, during my badly needed post prom, post run shower, I thought about how nice it would be to fuck her hard from behind, like Bill did. To feel her quiver and shake in orgasm, like Bill did. But unlike Bill, when it was time, she'd roll over, chest heaving from heavy breaths, and push her large breasts together just in time for me to paint them with my cum. Collarbone to pubic bone, this goddess of my fantasies was streaked with the contents of my two aching balls as her diaphragm grew and caved in breathless lust.
I grunted as I stroked myself under the hot water. I came.
I wondered if she knew.
Despite being a very reasonable distance away, the drive to Stephanie’s work felt long and arduous. I tried Tara again, but no answer, so of course she was all I could think about as my car cruised on. By the time I got to her coffeeshop I had practically forgotten why I was there in the first place. I had momentarily forgotten the stunning blow job and the promises of debts still yet to be paid.
Parking in the lot, I texted Stephanie to tell her I had arrived. Moments later my phone buzzed with her response: "come inside."
It was odd, but still innocuous, so thinking none of it, I made my way inside the shop. The sign on the door said closed, and peering through the window presented me with the low light and upturned chairs of a closed establishment, but the door wasn't locked, so I went inside.
The shop was quiet and empty, and the inviting smell of fresh coffee had been replaced by the vague aroma of cleaning products. I looked around for Stephanie, but saw no one.
"Hello?" I asserted loudly. Standing in the silence of no reply, I heard movement coming through the door of the stock room that stood adjacent to the area behind the counter. A figure moved into the doorway; it was Stephanie. Lit from behind by the store-room bulb, it cast a golden halo around her golden hair, done up in a messy bun. She leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms just beneath her breasts, breasts that rested comfortably inside her form-fitting, button down shirt. Her long legs glimmered, extending down from beneath a mid-length, black tennis skirt.
We stood in silence for a moment, until I offered a weak "Hi."
Goddamn she looked good.
She offered me no words in return, just a wry smile, an extended hand, and a single finger signaling me to follow her, before disappearing back into the store room.
I entered into the dimly lit room, and found Stephanie facing me, resting herself on a table at the far end.
Silence hung in the air between us again. I wondered if she ever played poker, as her mood was unreadable on her face as she looked at me. Arms still crossed across her breasts, her long legs stretched outward like a two lane runway.
"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" She said finally, still standing like stone.
It was a complicated question. At that moment I should have been thinking about Tara, about how I had hurt my friend, possibly damaging our relationship, but with Stephanie here in front of me, with those legs in front of me, my mind went immediately to the feeling of her hands stroking and coaxing my cock and balls, the feeling of her lips sliding up and down my shaft, to the hungry moan of approval she let out right before my cum flooded her mouth.
"Yes," I said, never taking my eyes off her.
"Then say what you need to say so we can move on."
I wasn't sure what she meant in any sense. It was a cryptic command, so I responded with what I thought I needed to say. "I'm sorry," I started, "for invading your privacy and; "
"No you're not," she said, cutting me off.
"I'm not?"
"No. You told me yourself how much you enjoyed it. How hard it got you. How it made you cum. You're not sorry for that, so why don't you tell me what you really want to say."
I was taken aback and off guard. I had not expected that reaction, and it made me unsure of what to say. What Did I really want to say? I thought about her, I thought about the time we had spent together over the past few weeks, I thought about last night.
"What I really want to say is, I really enjoyed the time we spent together recently, Stephanie. I loved getting to know you as a person, as more than just my step-sister's friend; getting to interact with you in a way that's not just trading barbs and blushing when you cut me too deep. Truth is, it killed me that I hurt you, because I was really happy that we had become friends, and I really want us to stay that way."
She took a moment to process my words, or possibly to test my resolve. Then, still silent, still stoic, she uncrossed her arms. The light of the store room cast the acute shadows of two hard nipples pressing through her shirt.
"What else do you want?" she said as she cocked her head to the side.
"I want to spend more time with you," I choked out.
"What else?" She repeated.
"I, want more of what happened last night," I confessed, my mouth starting to dry up.
"What else?" She repeated a final time.
"I want,” I paused before saying the ultimate and total truth as defined by that moment. “ you."
Her tongue snaked out across her lips as a wry smile formed. She had done nothing but stand there, and my cock was now rock hard. Then, slowly, each foot stepped out to the side, spreading her legs. It wasn't a lewd display, but it created a path. A path to forgiveness. A path to enlightenment.
Then, she offered up only two words, but those words struck me, compelled me, as though they were some sort of mystical command. The same two words that started us down this path last night in the limo. Two words. "Show me."
I don't even remember closing the distance between us, but the next thing I knew I had gone from yards away to inches away. Stephanie looked up at me, head still cocked to the side, lips parted ever so slightly. She smelled like coffee.
I felt her hands move to the hem of her skirt. My eyes traveled down her long neck, swirling in the hollow of its nape, traipsing over her collarbone. I paused momentarily on her breasts; they were perky and full, and sat inside her tight shirt in such a comfortable way that I didn't think she was wearing a bra. The shadows cast off her hard nippeles drew my eyes down again, over her tight stomach down to her skirt, where her thumbs idly stroked the hem.
Never taking her eyes off me, her hands slowly started to pull back, raising her skirt up her toned, smooth thighs. It was only an inch or so, but as each fraction appeared, my breath grew more ragged. The light poured shadow between her legs like a waterfall. I unconsciously licked my lips.
Bringing my gaze back up to meet hers, something had started to come over me. Some sort of hunger. My mouth was no longer dry, on the contrary, I began to salivate.
Looking at me through the tops of her eyes, she commanded me again. A slight sultry smirk slid its way onto her lips. She wet them both with her tongue, and through a languid whisper the words dripped their way out of her mouth: "Down, boy."
Totally entranced by the commands of this siren before me, I slowly sank to my knees without question. The stone floor of the store room felt cold and hard beneath me, but I paid it no mind. I stared into the dark shadow between her golden legs and licked my lips again. My hands found Stephanie’s legs, and I ran my hands up their length instinctively, grasping the swell of her calves. I had never touched Stephanie before this point. She had obviously touched me, and I had given her the odd shoulder nudge or some other platonic clap or pat, but this was different; on my knees in front of her temple my hands grasped and rubbed at her calves not like a friend, but like a lover.
My breathing was ragged. My mouth was wet. My cock was iron. My trance momentarily broke as I felt a hand, her hand, slide up the side of my face. I tore my eyes away from the great unknown and looked up at this Amazon, this queen, before me. Her eyes locked on mine, her breasts rising and falling quickly as her own breath started to get away from her, the hand on my face snaked through my hair before landing just on the back of my head.
Our eye contact was unbreakable now.
I licked my lips one more time.
I felt gentle pressure from her hand on the back of my head.
I gave in to it and Stephanie drew my face into the shadow between her golden legs.
I smelled her warm musk, a scent unlike anything I had ever experienced. Something indescribable, yet undeniable, and after a journey that could have been inches, or could have been lightyears, I felt the tickle of Stephanie’s pubic hair on my nose and upper lip, followed by the warm press of her skin against my mouth.
My tongue snaked out of its confines and instantly I felt the lips of her cunt. Stephanie’s cunt. They were wide with arousal, and as my tongue began its exploration, I tasted the sweet, wet nectar that flowed from between them.
Stephanie released a long exhale, and her hand grew tighter on my hair.
I had never tasted cunt before, and its flavor was electric. Something primal in me wanted it. Needed it. I felt myself growl softly and my tongue picked up pace. But it wasn't just my tongue; It was my lips, my whole mouth. I lapped and suckled, spread my tongue ravenously all around her hot center, sucked her swollen cunt lips, teased her clit.
Stephanie’s hand grew tighter, and her breath started to come in sharp inhales and soft moans.
My hands wildly slid over her legs as I feasted. I felt the firm, ropey muscles in her thighs that would twitch every time my tongue triggered a sensitive spot.
Her hand still tight on my head, my face buried deep in her cunt, it still wasn't enough. I wanted more, and in a swift move I shifted forward, eliciting a surprised cry as I swung her right leg up over my shoulder.
The move caught her off guard and she tipped backward, supporting herself on the table with one arm. A button popped on her tight shirt, exposing her right breast, and she held on for dear life.
Her breathing was heavy and labored, accented by a short, erotic moan on each exhale. Her grip was tight on my hair, and her hand started moving. Tilting, shifting me around, she began to direct me, to focus me. When my tongue landed on her clit she let out a long, airy "Yesss" and held my head firm.
Her hips began to move. Holding my head in place, my tongue and lips locked on to her pleasure button, she began to shift and gyrate.
She ground her wet cunt onto my tongue and lips.
She fucked my face.
"Yes, oh, yes,” she started moaning, "that's it," a small squeal, "good boy, "
My cock throbbed and I groaned deep into her cunt when she said that.
She found her rhythm, my tongue now hitting all the right spots, and her moans became louder, more frequent.
Her hips writhed harder, her leg over my shoulder began to shake.
"Oh yes," she squealed again, "good boy" again, "good boy," again, "good boy!"
Then all at once I was in familiar terrain. Her squealing, her moaning, her grunts of approval, all coalesced, funneling down into a single sound, a single moment, that I was intimately familiar with.
Her whole body shook, she tensed tightly, and then a sound, a moan, of complete lust and release echoed out of her core like a symphony in three, erotically distinct movements:
Short,
Short,
Long.
Her body writhed, her cunt spasmed, and I held on for dear life as Stephanie, my step sister's best friend, the girl who spent years relentlessly teasing and torturing me, orgasmed explosively into my mouth.
Sweet, warm, wetness cascaded over my lips and chin. It was a flavor both unfamiliar, yet somehow deeply recognizable. My tongue continued moving through her convulsions, attempting to prolong her pleasure to the best of my ability. Her eyes closed, her eyebrows arched, her mouth open in a tight "O" shape, I watched as the energy passed through her.
She hunched over now, as the last ebbs worked their way out, and she had both hands in my hair. Then, when she couldn't take any more and the sensitivity was too much, she uttered an "Ok, ok!" and disengaged my still suckling mouth from her spent cunt.
She pushed me off gently, and then slumped backward on the table, still chasing a calm breath.
I stood up, wiping the rest of her cum off my mouth, and looked down at her. Legs shiny with sweat, still akimbo from weakness, leaning back on the table, one breast exposed and heaving through exhausted breath, stray shocks of blonde hair strewn about her beautiful face, obscuring one eye,
It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
"Was that Ok?" I asked, half honestly curious, half well aware of the answer.
She looked at me silently, her poker face returning as she buttoned her shirt.
She stood straight, patted her skirt, and brushed the hair away from her eye in an attempt to straighten herself out. She closed the distance between us, eyes roaming over me, inspecting me. She still smelled like coffee, but now it was mixed with an earthier, natural aroma.
Our eyes locked in silence. My heart beat like a trip hammer. My cock throbbed in my pants, straining, begging for a repeat of last night, but never daring to request it. I was powerless, vibrating with horniness, caught in the tractor beam of her eyes. It was a dominant stare, a stare that instructed me that I hadn't made her cum, that she had only allowed me to be a part of her orgasm. That it was a privilege that could be revoked.
Then in a clearing of her throat, breaking the trance state we were in, one hand reached up and wiped a stray smear of her own cum off my cheek, and she said "I'll see you in the car."
She walked past me, out of the store room, and into the cool night, leaving me flabbergasted and hard as calculus.
The ride home was silent. I was too shaken by what had just happened to talk. Stephanie rode with her back to the passenger side door, her long legs stretched across the bench seat of my sedan, white sneakers resting across my thigh. It wasn't just a position of comfort; she was marking her territory. Reminding me.
Parking the car when we got home, we exited the car with no words passing between us. I watched her walk toward her front door, her tight, athletic ass sashaying the hem of her skirt back and forth. A skirt I had just had my head under, which draped over legs I had just had my face between, had felt vibrate and spasm around me as she orgasmed.
With all the force I could muster up, as though I were sending an interplanetary message, I launched a too-loud "Hey!" out of my mouth as she mounted the stairs. She said nothing, just turned back to look at me with that same cocked-eyebrow poker face. "There's a party at The Spot tonight, if you wanted to come," I offered up.
She paused for a moment in consideration, and then answered a solitary "Maybe." Continuing up the stairs she disappeared into her unit.
I rushed into my unit with the intention to relieve the seismic pressure built up in my balls, but was deterred when I found my step-mom Kelly sitting at the dining room table having a drink. With Brian. Neither one of them were wearing their hiking gear, so this was definitely a post-hike, post-shower, second hang out. You might call it a date even. Suddenly my one track mind was diverted, and I joined them for a friendly chat.
I normally wouldn't have injected myself into my step-mom's potential love life, afterall she deserves love as much as anyone, maybe even more. Perhaps that's why I did it. Perhaps it was because I knew what Brian was about. I had seen his thick, veiny cock pump hot semen into the mouth of Kelly's best friend Sandy in a kinky threesome of some kind, and perhaps the thought of such a hulk pawing and grunting over my gentle, sweet, step mother just didn't sit well with me. She deserved more than that, and I wanted her to be happy.
But then again, as I watched them interact, she clearly enjoyed his company, smiling and laughing in a way that I hadn't seen since before my dad had died. Maybe she was happy, and I should just butt out.
I lost track of time, doing my best to wait Brian out until he decided to leave. Ultimately I blinked first, and had to say my goodbyes and rush to get ready to go to the party. As I quickly showered, only then did I wonder if Brian or Kelly could smell Stephanie on me. I remembered the taste of Stephanie’s cunt. My cock twitched, but there was no time.
Driving out to The Spot, I had no idea what to expect. It was my first high school party, possibly my last, and I wanted to make the best of it. I thought about Sarah, and whether she'd be there with Bill, or alone, and if maybe I should try to continue what I started with her if she was flying solo. I thought about Stephanie, and whether I'd be able to function if she showed up, or if I'd freeze, still reeling from the day's events. And then I thought about Tara. There was a chance Tara might be there, and if she was, maybe I could finally talk to her.
Parking my car in the field next to the others, I took a deep breath and headed down a path through the woods. Loud chatter could be heard up ahead, and an orange glow flickered in front of my eye from far away. I traveled toward it and it grew bigger, finally revealing a sizable bonfire in the center of a clearing. Kids lingered around it and near it, drinks in hand, chatting, laughing, reveling, and it was, awesome.
There had been nothing to fear; I was handed a beer by a smiling classmate of mine immediately upon arrival, and was welcomed to the party. I scanned the crowd with no luck looking for Sarah, but I quickly caught sight of Mike and Kerri, who waved me over gleefully. They were talking with a bubbly, bleached blonde who I didn't recognize from school. She was introduced to me as Kerri's cousin Mandy, and she was a tiny firecracker of a girl.
Kerri was a small girl, but Mandy was tiny. Topping out at five-foot-nothing, she had a smile that was brighter than the bonfire, and she wasn't stingy with its application. She wore a loose-fitting sweater that hung off the cliffs of breasts that seemed too large for her tiny frame. They sat high and hard, pushing considerable cleavage up past the neckline of her sweatshirt, a neckline cut so wide that it slid down off her shoulder slightly, revealing a black bra strap. Tight leggings ran down over a large, hard, cushion of an ass and solid-looking thighs before dipping into the tops of tall cowboy boots. Much like her tits, this was an ass that seemed exceptional for her frame. These gifts of physique I would later find out were thanks to years of competitive gymnastics and cheerleading.
Mandy and I hit it off, and once we learned we were going to the same college next year we bonded; I'm sure it was because we knew it would be nice to have a familiar face ready for the excursion out into the world that was coming. It was easy to make her laugh, and addicting when she did. Mandy was an open book, showing no hesitancy in talking about herself or her life, like how she got breast implants as soon as she turned 18 to help with body image after recovery from an eating disorder. She didn't keep secrets, and she didn't want you to either. We were so focused on each other that we didn't even realize that Mike and Kerri had moved on, leaving us to chat amongst ourselves.
Feeling the call of nature, I reluctantly excused myself, and headed out into the woods to take a leak on the promise that I would be right back with more drinks. A beaming smile, and a "can't wait," from her later, I was floating out into the trees looking for a secluded spot to do my business. I decompressed this feeling as I relieved myself; I had met someone, someone real, someone new, someone who wasn't a friend or a neighbor I'd known for years, someone I connected with in a way that seemed mutual. It was exciting.
Tucking myself away, I turned to head back when I heard a snap, and a low, muffled grunt. Curious, I took a step in its direction, pausing, waiting for another signifier. I didn't wait long, as low, deliberate breaths fluttered through the air.
I walked quietly toward the sounds, toward a gathering of large boulders. As I peeked my head between two of them I saw two figures, not fifteen feet away, huddled by one of the other large rocks. As my eyes adjusted further to the dark I recognized them; it was Mike and Kerri. I could only see the back of Kerri, however; while the larger Mike leaned back against the stiff rocks, the diminutive Kerri was on her knees in front of him. The labored breaths were coming from Mike, and I watched Kerri's curly mane of black hair bob back and forth as she sucked his cock.
Her hands ran up and down his legs as her head moved in a tempoed, rhythmic pattern, slowly and lovingly coaxing him closer and closer toward orgasm.
My own cock twitched, suddenly remembering my delayed release from earlier, but I made no attempt to use their intimate moment for my own pleasure. I had other things on my mind, and besides, these were my friends; I was happy for them and they deserved their privacy.
I smiled, and then headed back to the party, leaving them, leaving Mike, to finish.
Returning to the party, I scanned the crowd for Mandy as I headed toward the drinks. Clearly a social butterfly, I found her looking right at home chatting with Suzie Travino. I admired her for a moment, taking in the tease of her exposed shoulder through her sweatshirt, the way her ass wiggled as she switched her weight from one foot to the other. Looking over toward me she all at once caught my gaze, flashed me that luminescent smile, and waved.
I began to melt.
I waved back, but as I started over to join her again, I tensed up immediately as my eyes fell on two new arrivals as they were lit up by the fire's glow; it was Sarah, and alongside her was a ravishing vision.
It was Stephanie. She came. My cock twitched.
Her long, blonde hair cascaded down onto the shoulders of a black leather jacket. Her breasts pushed against a white t-shirt underneath, and her long, nyloned legs grew from the tops of fashionable boots up into the cuffs of cut off shorts that hugged close to her crotch. Stephanie had come to this high school party and, much like the prom, she had dressed to impress.
Stephanie made eye contact with me, but continued walking, making no effort to acknowledge my presence; I was iced out completely.
I thought of Rachel and her "Ew, gross!" exclamation.
I sipped my beer and reflected on the moment. I thought about how not a few hours earlier I had tasted her cunt, had made her cum, and now it was like I didn't exi;
"Hey, you get lost?" I heard a voice say with a giggle, snapping me out of my trance. Looking in its direction I was greeted again by that smile, Mandy's smile, and contentment returned.
"Yeah, a little bit," I said wistfully.
"Better stick by me then," she smiled, "The woods can be dangerous without a buddy!"
We chuckled and I took a moment to take in this petite light ray of a girl. Feeling some sort of energy between us, I decided to attempt something I'd never attempted before.
"Hey, it's pretty loud here, do you want to; " But I was thwarted.
"Who's this, Timmy?" Stopping mid-sentence, I looked over to see Stephanie standing right near me, practically inserting herself between Mandy and me. I was too caught off guard by the intrusion to form an answer. There was a look in her eyes I couldn't place. A meanness.
"Hi, I'm Mandy," she said, hand outstretched, smile beaming once again.
Stephanie shook her hand and smiled dimly, "Stephanie," was all she said.
"How do you guys know each other?" Mandy inquired.
"Oh Timmy and I go way back," Stephanie began through a Cheshire cat grin, "He's my best friend's little brother." I tried to interject and save myself further emasculation, but Stephanie cut me off again. "You know, I couldn't find the drinks, Timmy, why don't you be a friend and get me one?"
I was halfway to the drinks before I realized I hadn't even questioned Stephanie’s request. I had just made myself look like a chump in front of Mandy, a new girl who I felt like I had a connection with.
Turning back from the table with a second drink, I noticed Stephanie and Mandy had parted company. Mandy was chatting with a returned Mike and Kerri, and Stephanie had simply disappeared into the crowd.
Suddenly I heard a chuckle from behind me. It was Sarah.
"You saw that, huh?" I said, mortified.
"Brutal," she said in return. She reached toward me, and tapped the rim of her cup to mine. "Remember what I said," she intoned as we both took a drink, "get used to it." A smile and a sultry eyebrow raise followed as a chaser, and then Sarah drifted off into the crowd.
The rest of the party was uneventful, and despite rejoining Mike, Kerri and Mandy, I never again had the opportunity to have Mandy to myself. We chatted in a group, and occasionally my gaze would cast across the crowd, and through the orange flickers of firelight I thought I would catch Stephanie watching me.
In the middle of a particular anecdote, I seemingly struck a vein of hilarity, as Mandy broke out in uproarious laughter. There's nothing in the world that sky rockets the self esteem quite like making a beautiful girl laugh, and the feeling of her hand on my arm sliding from bicep to wrist sent me an electric message that even I wasn't dumb enough to miss.
Which was why it was so much more deflating to hear Stephanie’s voice from behind.
"How's about a ride home, Timmy?"
The laughter died down, and we stood there awkwardly for a moment. Truth be told the party was winding down, but I wanted to milk these moments with Mandy for as much as I could. Still, I didn't want to be totally rude to Stephanie and look like a jerk, either.
"Sure, when did you want to go?" I said, as a courtesy.
"Now is good," Stephanie replied. My stomach dropped; she called my bluff.
"Sure, Stephanie," I demurred, and I began to say my goodbyes. Before I could get over my awkwardness enough to ask Mandy for her number, however, I felt a hand on my wrist, and a pull away from my friends. The vision of Mandy faded into the dimming light of the fire as Stephanie led me back toward the car.
The drive home was once again silent, but for a different reason now. I was fuming. I had hoped to see Mandy again in the future, but after that display from Stephanie, chances seemed very unlikely. I could always get Mandy's number from Kerri, but I was now too embarrassed to ask. I kept my eyes firmly on the road ahead - I didn't even want to look at Stephanie. The old Stephanie had come out tonight, the one who got nothing but pure joy from embarrassing and debasing me, and I was angry.
I pulled my car into park on the dark street beside our building. Silence hung thick in the air between us.
"Mandy seemed nice," Stephanie finally said.
I felt my blood pressure rise as the words hit my ears.
I looked over at Stephanie as she nonchalantly gathered up her things, getting ready to leave.
This was it; she had been jerking me around for two days, reveling in every bit of power she lorded over me, but this was the last straw.
She grabbed her purse off the floor, mindlessly checking her phone as my eyes dug daggers into her
I had too much self respect to let Stephanie walk all over me the way she always had, regardless of anything that had happened between us. I was going to give her a piece of my mind, I was going to;
I heard the dry squawk of fabric on leather as Stephanie slid across the long bench seat of my car, sidling up next to me, and in the same motion, with the same mindless detachment afforded to picking up a purse or checking a phone, Stephanie reached down and began to unfasten my belt and pants.
Too shocked, or maybe too horny, to protest, I sat still as she spread the top of my pants wide. Her hand then reached in through the opening of my underwear and fished out my rapidly hardening cock.
I felt the cool air pass over the sensitive skin. Stephanie’s attitude never changed, even as her hand started sliding up and down my shaft at a moderate pace. This wasn't the slow, deliberate blowjob from last night, nor was it frantic and quick with lust. It was a deliberate, efficient, pump-pump-pump.
My balls were boiling, and I started to moan. Still backed up and without the release necessary after the events of earlier in the day, they were heavy and full, and began to twitch and shift as Stephanie’s continued her ministrations.
Pump-pump-pump
My body was overwhelmed by the sensations of her consistent, deliberate tempo. Her fingers slid up and over the ridges of my cockhead over, and over, and over again, all with her expression never changing.
Pump-pump-pump
Precum trickled down my length, over her nimble fingers
Pump-pump-pump
My balls were pulling tight toward my body.
Pump-pump-pump
I felt the pressure start to coil down into the base of my cock.
Pump-pump-pump
My hips started to shift and thrust
, Pump-pump-pump,
, pump-pump-pump,
, pump-pump-pump,
Something deep inside snapped, and I threw my head back. I felt a long, tight squeeze in my balls, and then they started to spasm and bounce as hot, white cum erupted out of me in a torrent, pumping deep and hard out of my cockhead.
, Pump-pump-pump,
I tried to let out a moan, but I was so overcome by the sudden onset of such intense sensation that all I could muster were gasps.
, pump-pump-pump,
Stephanie had tipped my cock back toward my body right before I came, so now the whole front of my shirt was splattered and wet as she coaxed more and more jizz out of my frustrated balls.
Pump-pump-pump
My spent cock throbbed, my cum slowed to a slight dribble, and then as quickly as it all began, it was over. The feeling of her hand on my cock was gone, and my eyes cracked open as I felt her drag it across my jean-clad thigh, once, then again.
Still cum-drunk and bewildered, I looked over at Stephanie. Even after pulling a flood of cum out of my balls, nothing in her demeanor changed. She gathered her things, shimmied back to the passenger side door, and before pulling the handle, looked back at me.
"Pick me up from work next Saturday, same time." It wasn't a request, it was a command.
All I could muster in reply was a hoarse "no problem," and with that she was gone. I sat there quietly, mind blank, covered neck to groin in my own semen. My head lolled back, I shut my eyes, and I let out a long, slow breath.
Chapter 8: Tim Finally learns what happened to Tara at the prom.
Sitting in the church pew, eyes closed, head hung in supposed prayer, the pastor's words made no impression on me. I didn't even register them AS words, just sonic background noise wafting over me as my mind conjured explicit images inappropriate for any public gathering, let alone a house of worship.
I remembered how Stephanie’s legs trembled and shook as her sweet cum flooded my mouth. How her hand grasped and pulled at my hair, the same hand that hours later so cavalierly stroked me to an explosive orgasm. I thought about Mandy, the bubbly ray of sunshine, but only briefly. My mind quickly returned to the feeling of Stephanie’s hand on my cock, or her cunt on my tongue, any time something new caused it to stray.
Good boy. She called me "Good boy." There I sat, in church, in the middle of a prayer, hard as a fucking rock.
The post-church hang out with Christine, the pastor's daughter, helped clear my head, though, as I could focus on someone else other than myself. I was horny, I was curious, and I had some questions about the rest of prom night with Christine and Bobby Dorf after we left.
But Christine spoke up first.
"Looks like Kelly's got a new friend, huh?" she said, taking a long pull from her milkshake. She of course spoke of Brian, who had joined my step mom Kelly at church today, this time without Sandy and Don.
"Yeah, I guess," I intoned flatly. Christine and I were enjoying our ice cream at picnic tables off to the side of the ice cream parlor, and I definitely didn't want to be thinking about Kelly's love life while we did it.
"Is that her boyfriend?" Christine asked.
"No idea, but it kinda seems like it," I responded flatly again.
"That's great, she deserves it." Chrstine could sense my lack of enthusiasm. "You don't seem too thrilled about it; is he a jerk or something?"
"Nah, he's fine," I said with some flair, trying to break my stoicism. It wasn't a lie. The truth was, in fact, that no, he wasn't a jerk. I had spent over an hour talking with him and Kelly the previous night, looking for cracks, looking for reasons to hate the guy, but he actually seemed pretty great. If he were any other guy I'd be thrilled. Any other guy whom I hadn't seen tit fucking Kelly's best friend Sandy and cumming on her face while her husband Don filmed it.
He was perfectly nice, kinda great, even, but I was very protective of Kelly, and I didn't trust Brian's intentions.
"He's fine, I'm just, trying to get used to it." Also true. I had been the only man in Kelly's life since dad died, and though I knew this day would eventually come, I wasn't altogether prepared for someone else to enter into the picture.
"Yeah, I understand," Christine said, reaching out her hand to place it lovingly over mine in support. She smiled brightly at me, and I back at her. She looked so gorgeous. The slight breeze made the edges of her long, brown hair dance across her pronounced collar bone.
This week's split personality ensemble consisted of plain slacks on the bottom, and a tight button down blouse on top. The blouse had been buttoned up high during the church service, but the moment she dropped into the front seat of my car, her fingers quickly popped three buttons open, and I heard a sigh of relief as the cool, spring air spread over her emancipated décolletage.
Even now, as she smiled at me with warmth and support, my thoughts flew to the cleavage I could see through the opening of her shirt. Christine had modest breasts, but even so the slight swell peeking out made my cock stir. Even more than her breasts, however, was the hint of black, lace bra I could see holding them. It was sheer and delicate, and even with that small hint I knew: Christine, the pastor's daughter, had worn lingerie to church.
Immediately my dirty mind had questions. How much lingerie did she have? What kinds? Who had had the pleasure of seeing it? Had Bobby? I decided I needed to at least try and find out.
"So," I said, attempting to move the focus off of me, "how was the rest of your night after the prom?"
"It was, fine," she said. Now it was her turn to deflect with flat intonation.
"Come on, what does fine mean?" I pressed.
"It means it was, fine." She repeated. She showed no signs of embarrassment, so I had a feeling nothing scandalous happened, but even so, I wanted to get to the bottom of her dour tone.
"You gotta give me more than that! There's no reason to be shy, especially not after what you saw!" Her cheeks blushed. There was the shyness.
"I didn't see anything!" This of course was a lie. Christine had watched through the slight opening of the limo window as Stephanie sucked my dick. I caught her act of voyeurism as I was cumming, and we made eye contact as hot semen pulsed into Stephanie’s throat. She even commented breathlessly on Stephanie’s performance later that night as we slow-danced. It was safe to say she saw something, and what's more, I think it turned her on. Maybe that's what she was embarrassed about. Needless to say, I found her girlish denial extremely sexy.
"Oh, you saw something, alright," I teased, "the question is, what'd BOBBY see?"
"Nothing!"
"Ah of course, I forgot who I was talking about - the king and queen of chaste virtue!" She laughed and dropped her shaking head into her hands, embarrassed. "you guys just left the prom and sat quietly for a while, right," I continued to push, "did you do some knitting or something?"
"Fine, fine!" She exclaimed at last through an embarrassed chuckle. I could see the tops of her breasts bounce ever so slightly when she laughed. "After the prom, Bobby drove me home. After we parked, I leaned over to say thanks and give him a peck on the cheek goodnight kiss, but I guess we were both kinda worked up, "
Gee, I wonder why?
“ and we started making out."
"That doesn't sound so bad," I said, cheerily. It was hard to imagine Bobby Dorf making out with anyone, let alone a smokeshow like Christine, but here we were.
"No, that wasn't the problem, the problem was, "
I thought I saw her nipples start to harden through her shirt.
“ the problem was that I got a little too carried away and reached down and grabbed his, you know, through his pants."
"Ooh, well now!" I exclaimed, my eyebrows shooting sky high.
"It gets worse though," she said, rubbing her temple with her fingers, "when I touched him, he, slapped my hand like he was swatting a fly." She revealed this through a wincing face, as though she were waiting for some kind of cosmic punishment.
"Like you were a bad dog?" I marveled.
"Yeah, basically,” she lamented.
"Well," I started, pausing as I collected my thoughts, "that's what you wanted, wasn't it? Someone to lead you not into temptation?" Christine bit her thumb as she listened to me test her resolve. "Someone, nice?"
Nibbling her nail slightly she nodded slowly. "Yeah, that's what I said. That's what I, want." The lacy fringe of her black bra was visible as the breeze pushed the open wings of her shirt around on her chest.
"When's his prom?" I inquired.
"Next weekend."
"Well there you go, plenty of time to cool down and try again," I assured her, "you'll be fine." she nodded again, lost in thought. Her nipples pushed hard against her blouse.
I'd be lying if I said Christine wasn't in my thoughts that night as I stroked my cock. Despite everything that had happened in the last few days, Christine's crisis of carnal repression was endlessly arousing to me. She was clearly horny as hell, and Bobby Dorf had probably made the biggest mistake of his life by shutting her down. Stopping her from touching his dick. From pulling it out of his pants and stroking it. From dropping her salivating mouth down over its head and slurping wildly up and down. I knew she wouldn't have fucked him, but would she let him cum in her mouth? Would she swallow?
My mind then shifted to the party at The Spot; to Mike and Kerri hidden away among the rocks while Kerri sucked Mike's cock. I wondered if that was all they did, or if Mike had stood her up and turned her around and slid into her from behind. I wondered if he had felt her cunt around his cock yet, and in my fantasies of course he was bareback, and of course she screamed in ecstasy as he coated her inner walls with hot spunk.
Then there was Mandy. The bubbly petite blonde with the big natural smile and the big fake tits. I imagined it was her and me out by the rocks, not Mike and Kerri, and it was Mandy on her knees sucking on my cock for a while before she climbed on top and rode me hard while my hands got a firm grasp on her amazing, toned ass, culminating in her giggling that infectious, excited giggle as I painted her big fake tits with my seed.
I grunted, I tensed, I came.
I wonder if she knew.
I had looked forward to the coming week because I figured Tara could only avoid me for so long, but turns out she was much better at it than I expected. I hardly caught any glimpses of her throughout the days, and when I did, she was hanging around with Bud Pepper. What's more, she seemed to be enjoying it! Something had happened at the prom between them that moved Bud from the "two time dud" column to someone she actually wanted to spend time with, and that low pang deep inside me returned every time I saw them.
We had class with Ms. Dorman twice this week, and I figured that gave me two chances to try and make amends. However, Ms. Dorman and I were both surprised when Tara was nowhere to be seen at the first class of the week. She popped in just before the bell, looking rather out of sorts, so she could be marked as having attended, but trying to approach her was no good, as she was gone as quickly as she arrived.
On Thursday I sat there alone again, watching the clock, and sure enough Tara breezed in with seconds left before the bell. This time, however, I was ready to go after her. We needed to talk, and I was tired of being in the dark with one of my best friends.
The bell rang, and I waded into the sea of transitioning students in pursuit of Tara. Pushing through the current, I got close, and shouted her name desperately. She stopped and turned toward me, but before I could say anything, she started to head off again.
"Tara, PLEASE," I practically shouted after her.
She stopped. She turned.
"Please, Tara," I begged, "please talk to me. I miss you."
We stood in silence as the river of students ran around us.
"Tomorrow," She said finally, "my house."
I exhaled a breath I felt I had been holding for a year, and nodded. We took one last look at each other and then Tara continued on into the flow of students.
Tomorrow. Ok. It was a start.
The school day crawled by on Friday, but it eventually ended. When I got home, I chatted with Kelly and had dinner. It didn't even bother me that Kelly was headed out to meet up with Brian because my mind was focused on one thing only: that evening's talk with Tara.
Three knocks on the front door of her house. My stomach dropped as I waited for an answer. I was nervous. We had known each other for years, but I was still nervous. I didn't know what to expect, whether she was just going to scream at me, whether she would even say anything at all.
After what felt like forever her door finally opened, and there stood Tara. She was dressed comfortably in lounge shorts and a black tank top. The white strap of her bra peeked out beneath the shoulders of her top.
No hug, not even a "hi," she just looked at me, then left the door open for me to follow as she headed down the stairs into the basement.
Not off to a great start.
The lighting was low and moody, and despite it being a room I had spent many hours in, at that moment the normally cozy basement felt foreign and unfamiliar.
Tara seated herself at the far end of the couch and waited for me to join her. The tension was obvious, so I sat in the lazy boy across from her.
She said nothing. I didn't know what to say myself, my mind racing, my stomach in knots, and so in silence we sat. I knew she wasn't going to make the first move. I had to do what I came here to do: talk.
A sound started deep in my chest and gurgled up my throat into my cotton-dry mouth, and I couldn't stop it as it birthed itself out. I didn't even realize what I had said until the last syllable left my lips. It was the last thing I ever would have dared to say, but it also was the one thing I knew might bridge the gap between us.
"Truth or Dare."
Silence.
A long silence that left me adrift in my own stupi;
"Truth." The word echoed in my ears. I wasn't sure where to begin. There were so many things I wanted to know, so many questions I had, but at that moment only one made sense to me.
"I hurt you, didn't I? When I said you had fucked half the people in class?"
There was a long pause, and then a simple "Yes."
"I am so sorry, Tara," I started, all the apologetic word-vomit pushing its way up out of my mouth, "I never meant to, it was just; "
"Truth or dare," she interjected, cutting me off.
I was caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, and after collecting my thoughts I responded with a simple "Truth."
I expected another long pause, but Tara was ready with her question, and delivered it pointedly: "Did you know I was a virgin?"
I heard the words, but they did not compute. "What?"
"Did you know I was a virgin?" She repeated
"I, no." I wanted to follow up, but I also wanted to play by the rules. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"All your stories, how is that possible?"
This time she did pause. "I, made no secret that my hands, my mouth, were all ready and willing, and it was all loads of fun, but I'd never,” the pause came back. “ I'd never gone all the way. I wanted that one to be for me. For someone special." She was staring me dead in the eye.
At the prom, her lipstick matched my tie.
"Tara I'm sorry, I; " again she cut me off.
"Truth or dare?" she said, my eyes never leaving hers.
"Truth."
"What happened when you went to meet Stephanie in the limo?"
It was my turn to hesitate. My stomach dropped again. Normally I would have loved to have regaled her with a salacious story of my own for once, but there was a slight sadness to her voice as she had asked.
"I tried to apologize to her, but she said we weren't equal yet. That I had heard her cum, but she hadn't heard me cum. She told me to jerk off for her - so I did." Tara's legs shifted against each other as I spoke. "Then when I was getting close she told me to stop," I said, searching Tara's face for any signal to stop. I saw none. “ and she took off the top of her dress and she sucked my cock. I came in her mouth."
"Did she swallow?" Tara offered quickly.
"Yes," I said, bending the rules of the game.
The silence returned, and Tara's gaze fell to the ground.
Tara’s Secret
"Truth or Dare, Tara." I said, breaking the silence. There was more going on here, and I needed to get to the bottom of it.
"Truth." She asserted, looking back up at me.
There was only one thing I needed to know: "At the prom, where did you go? What happened with you and Bud?"
Tara brought one hand up to her face, and bit her nail nervously as she decided where and how to begin.
"You know, people talk, people say things," she began, "people call me a slut, think I'm easy, and I really do my best not to let it get to me. Honestly it's made high school kinda fun, as it's opened up all sorts of sexual doors, given me lots of great orgasms, and it's all in good fun as long as there's mutual respect there. I'm not just the class cumdumpster. If there's respect there, I'm open to exploring with anyone, always have been.
"But lately I've been feeling less like an exciting, willing partner, and more like the town bicycle. Degraded. What people said after what happened with Chris in the balcony set, what Bud said after we hooked up in the car, what you said at prom."
I dropped my head as my stomach sank.
"That last one hurt the most," she continued. "You and I were so close, had shared so much, I never felt awkward or self conscious with you, Tim, I always felt safe. Trust me, you don't do what we did in your bathroom without trust."
My mind drifted back to Tara, in my bathroom, shuddering in orgasm. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Have still ever seen.
"So when you said what you said, it kind of shattered all that for me. All that safety and comfort was gone, and I couldn't help but think you were just like all the others. Using me like some sort of horny sideshow attraction, good for a laugh, but never taken seriously. Disposable."
"Tara, I never; " I started, but it was her time to talk, not mine.
"I was so excited to be your prom date, Tim, so excited to experience that with you, so excited for all the things we might have experienced that night, but when you said what you said, and then left me to go be with her, I just felt like trash."
I felt awful. She had looked so gorgeous that night, her lipstick matched my tie, and I had been too preoccupied with Stephanie to even notice what she was trying to tell me. It hurt my heart.
"After you left I needed some air, so I left the gym and wandered the halls trying to get my head together. There I was, 'the girl everyone wanted to fuck,' except when it came to a real experience like the prom, I was the girl who was all alone. I didn't know if I should just leave, or put on a brave face, or what. I kinda lost track of where I was, and didn't realize that I had wandered all the way down to the gym locker room area. I was tired of walking, so I sat down on one of the benches just outside the boys' locker room, head in my hands."
She paused here, and her eyes got that far away look, like she was intently replaying something in her mind.
"That's when I heard noises coming from inside."
My ears perked up and my stomach got cold.
"There was laughing, two distinct voices, but I couldn't make out who, or what they were saying. And then, then there was moaning."
Against my better judgment, my cock twitched.
"I knew I shouldn't have done it, but after what we saw Sarah do the other night, maybe my voyeuristic nature got the better of me, because I suddenly found myself sneaking slowly into the boys' locker room. At that moment I just had to know what was happening."
She was not alone. My senses tingled in anticipation.
"I snuck my way into the main locker room area; I could still hear voices, but there was no one to be seen, so I continued deeper. The sounds were getting louder, the moaning getting clearer, and as I turned the corner, suddenly I saw them. I dove behind a nearby equipment rack in disbelief, because standing in front of me, furiously making out - tongues going wild, hands going everywhere - were Bud Pepper, and Bobby Dorf."
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed without thinking.
"I couldn't believe it either. I tried to leave, but I think I was too amazed to move. So I just watched them kiss and touch each other, and honestly, it was so romantic. Bobby is such a hardcore religious person, and Bud is such a traditional jock, I could feel their repression, and I was just so happy for them in that moment that they didn't have to worry or pretend. That they could just be themselves."
I never would have guessed it. Bud and Bobby. Wow, good for them, I thought.
"Again, that should have been enough for me, and I should have let them be, but then, then Bud got down on his knees in front of Bobby."
Holy shit - I said, internally this time.
"I had never seen anything like this before, and I, I just couldn't look away."
"I don't blame you," I managed to squeak out.
"So there's Bud, on his knees, Bobby's breathing really heavy and quick, and Bud reaches up and starts undoing Bobby's tuxedo pants. Jesus Christ, Miller, it turned me on so much!"
I'd be lying if I said my cock wasn't swelling as I listened to her recount her experience too.
"So he opens Bobby's zipper, and he reaches inside for his cock, and then; then, I shifted myself and knocked a basketball onto the ground!"
She threw her head into her hands and I just chuckled "Oh no!"
"It's true. I froze, and so did they. Bobby got spooked, and turned away zipping his pants back up. Bud tried to calm him down, but as he went in for another kiss, Bobby stopped him with his hand and nervously said, loud enough for me to hear very clearly, 'I don't know what you think this is, but you're wrong, man,' and then rushed away.
"Bud was all alone now, and he was sitting in silence, hurt and dejected by what his lover had just said to him. I stayed there silent and just watched him. Instantly so much was explained to me about Bud and the way he acted, especially with me. At first I was angry. I was angry that he had used me as some sort of beard or something to hide who he really was, but then, then I just felt very sad. I was sad because I knew exactly how he felt in that moment, how he had probably felt many times in the past - used, degraded, and discarded. Vulnerable and alone."
My stomach dropped again and my shame returned, because I knew I played a part in making her feel that way.
"I wasn't sure what to do, so I cleared my throat, kinda loudly," Tara chuckled, "and without moving, Bud said 'who's there?' I stood up, and he said nothing; he just hung his head back down. I moved over to the bench where he was seated, and I sat down next to him. We looked at each other, but we said nothing. We were the same in that moment. I touched his cheek with my hand, and his eyes closed. All I wanted was to tell him it was ok, to comfort him, but I didn't have the words, so I communicated with him the only way I could think to, I leaned in and I kissed him."
I felt sad too. Tara was so kind, so loving, so compassionate, yet people only saw her as a source of sex and debauchery. I knew now that even I had been guilty of that, and I felt awful.
"At first he didn't kiss me back, but then,” her eyes drifted far away again. The words started to drip from her lips “ then he kissed me back. I felt his tongue in my mouth. My hands gripped his face hard and I sighed as we started exploring each other's mouths. The kisses were hot and hard, and I felt his hand snake around my body, pulling me close. Then I felt his lips leave my mouth, and start kissing down my neck and he squeezed me. I wrapped my own arms around him and pulled him tight."
My eyes widened a bit as I felt the rush of blood come back to my cock.
"I was breathing hard, now, God, I was so turned on, my tits were heaving in my tight corset, and I groaned out loud when his face tucked into my cleavage. He was running his tongue between my breasts, and kissing the tops of them, and his hands were everywhere, my hands were everywhere, and I could feel his big, hard cock against my leg, and I was soaking wet, and we were breathing heavy, and then I felt his cock with my hand, and he moaned, and I felt his hand snake up under my dress, and I gasped, and then, then the words just fell out of my mouth."
What words? I thought desperately.
"In that moment we were so close, we were the same person, we felt each other's pain, and it just felt right, so in between deep breaths, in between gasps and moans, I said, 'fuck me.'"
I felt the strangest feeling, because simultaneously my heart sank, and my cock grew rock hard.
"It wasn't an exclamation, it was an invitation. Bud stopped for a moment, and looked at me, and I said it again to make sure he knew I wasn't joking. 'Fuck me, please,' I said, staring him right in the eye. He knew I was serious. It was what I needed. It was what we needed.
"He licked his lips once, and then dove back in, our lips crashing together. He fumbled with his pants, and I hiked up my big dress skirt.
"I touched his dick when he took it out, felt it in my hand, and moaned - I had forgotten how big it was. For a second I was afraid, but only for a second. We continued kissing, and Bud rolled on top of me, and almost instinctively, my legs parted and wrapped around his body. We were breathing so hard, and then I felt it - I felt the tip of his hard cock pressing against my cunt."
To be continued in Part 5
By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.