Sex Ed Lessons: Part 9

Chapter 15: Tim & Stephanie go on a date, and some hard truths are revealed.

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

It was a Wednesday night, and I was sweating.

The windows of my car were opaque with thick, wet fog from labored breaths, and my grunts mingled with high pitched squeals of pleasure as my hard cock drove in and out of Stephanie’s tight, slick cunt.

Stephanie was the girl who lived upstairs, my step sister's best friend, the older girl who tortured me all through puberty. Now here she was in my back seat, bent over with her ass in the air, panties pulled to the side, moaning in delight as her tight body consumed my cock over and over.

Body always moving, slithering and gyrating, her moans and cries of pleasure made my dick even harder if it was possible. Tonight her moans were louder, throatier, as it was the first time I had ever fucked her from behind, and my thick cock was pressing into depths of her cunt neither of us had ever felt before.

Her cunt milked me. Her moans encouraged me. The vision of this statuesque beauty folded in half, writhing in front of me as I sunk my cock into her, her ass flared out to a perfect heart shape, put me over the edge.

As if she knew, her voice cut through the steam with a dusky, exhausted "Cum for me, Timmy, cum for me!" and that was all it took. My balls jerked and shuddered, my cock began to pulse wildly, and with one final, deep push my dams broke. I erupted in a guttural growl as geyser after geyser of hot cum shot up into Stephanie’s body.

It had been a hell of a week so far.

Last saturday, after receiving the incredible strip tease and world-rocking blowjob Stephanie gifted me as a graduation present, I had asked Stephanie if she would go out on a date with me. We had been hooking up for weeks, and it was incredibly fun, but in that moment of post-nut clarity I realized there was something missing.

Earlier that day I had gone to lunch with my best friend Tara. I had learned the night before (in shockingly explicit detail) that Tara was in a relationship with Sarah, the girl who lived next door to me and also happened to be my longest teenage crush. But unexpectedly, at lunch Tara admitted to me that they weren't just hooking up with each other, they were actually dating.

Tara had hooked up with plenty of people, male and female, but I had never known her to be in an actual relationship. When I saw how happy she was in this new experience, how fulfilling she found it, I honestly got a little jealous.

I began to think about my relationship with Stephanie. It was messy, it was confusing, it was sexual, but was there anything more there? I felt like I might be falling for her; I had to know if it was more than just sex. I had to know if she possibly felt the same.

So I just blurted it out.

By the way her eyebrows arched I could tell I caught her off guard; kneeling on the floor with what seemed like a pint of my cum dripping down her naked chest, my question gave Stephanie pause. She looked at me for a moment, inspecting me, silently interrogating whether or not I was joking.

Without answering, Stephanie chuckled. Sighing, she got up, leaned forward, and kissed me.

"You're cute, Timmy," she said before padding off in search of a towel to clean up.

I sat there alone, my sticky dick cooling in the night air, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

The ride home was quiet. There was no tension, just a quiet calm. She rode with her back to the door, her feet propped up on my thigh. It used to feel like a move of dominance when she did this, but now it felt more loving. My hand rested on her leg, rubbing her bare ankles gently. It was nice.

"Where did you guys go last night?" I asked, trying not to betray the pang of jealousy I felt.

"Where did who go last night?" She answered flatly.

"Alexa was in a pretty clear state of disrepair this morning, I just assumed you guys went out partying after I left."

There was a long silence.

I looked over at Stephanie, and she had a saddened expression on her face.

"Stephanie?" I asked, trying to bring her back to Earth.

"Nah, I was home all night," she said with sigh, "I don't know where she went."

Something was going on between them, but I had no idea what. Stephanie seemed surprised to learn Alexa had gone out without her.

I parked in the shadows by our building and turned the car off.

"Thanks for tonight," I said as Stephanie sat up. She kissed me quick before exiting the car, giving my balls a soft squeeze. As she leaned toward the door I finally spoke up.

"Wait," I said, before she could disappear. She turned back toward me. "When can we do this again?" I asked, with a slight desperation to my tone.

"Like I said, Timmy," she smiled, "school's out."

I skipped church the following day. With all that was going on with Stephanie I was definitely not ready to see Christine again yet. The pastor's daughter had hungrily sucked my life out through my cock not too long ago, with an implication that it wasn't just a one-time thing. I was not ready to deal with that yet.

Truth was I Did want it to happen again, but between her desire to resist temptation, and my budding relationship with Stephanie, it didn't seem like a good idea for either of us. As far as I was concerned my cock belonged to Stephanie right now, and I didn't want to hurt her.

Besides, I don't even know if I would have had anything left for Christine after what Stephanie had been doing to me. We had two weeks left before Stephanie left for college, and we were determined to make them count. School was out, alright, but boy was I learning a lot.

Stephanie didn't have work on Sunday, but her parents had errands to run, so on the pretense of going out for a run I slipped up the back stairs to Stephanie’s unit, and managed to give her two loads of cum before they got home.

Monday I picked her up from work, and minutes after I arrived I was on my knees. I ate her cunt till I heard that short-short-long reverie of her orgasm, and then she rode me hard and milked out another white explosion with her freshly-pleasured cunt.

Tuesday she wasn't closing up the store, so when I picked her up she asked that we "take the long way home," which translated into a slow, languid session of road head that ended with Stephanie getting a mouthful of my hot jizz that she gleefully swallowed down.

Wednesday was a bit trickier. Neither of us had anything on the books, so she told her parents she was going to the mall, and I told my step mom Kelly I was going to Tara's. I picked her up at a predetermined spot, and we went out to The Spot for the hot, sweaty fuckfest described above where I took her from behind for the first time.

It had so far been a week of intense carnal pleasures, but as I pulled my softening cock out of her well-fucked cunt, I just couldn't get one thing out of my mind.

"So, have you given any thought about what I said the other night?" I said between sweaty, ragged breaths.

She unfolded from her coital position and slumped back against the back door, her tits heaving as she huffed and puffed herself.

"About what?" She said, clearly pretending she didn't remember.

"About going out on a date."

After a moment of contemplation she crawled over to me, her tits swinging seductively. "Why, you wanna take me to the movies so I can suck you off in the back row of the theater?" She purred, dipping her head down and taking my slick, softening cock back into her mouth to suckle on.

"No, no," I laughed, pulling her off my sore, swollen manhood, "I just, I wanna spend time with you."

She laughed.

"It's not like we just met, Timmy," she laughed, "Plus, do you know how much of your cum I've had inside me this week? I'd say we know each other pretty well!"

"I know, and don't get me wrong, I love this," I chuckled, the laughter quickly dissipating to something more sincere, "but, do you remember when you asked me what I wanted? Well nothing has changed. In fact I mean it even more now. I want, more."

"You just want to fuck me in the ass, don't you?" She said seductively, deflecting my statement

"No!" I said with an exasperated laugh, "I want You. I want to take you out on a date. A Real date."

Stephanie’s demeanor changed.

"I'm gonna be gone in less than two weeks, Tim," she said, finally matching my own sincerity, "I'm going to college, you're going to college, it doesn't make sense for this to be anything more than it already is."

"I'm not asking for next week, or next month, or next year, Stephanie," I said honestly, "I'm just asking for right now. And right now what I want is to take you on a date."

She smiled meekly.

"And if ass stuff is on the table still after that, sure, I'd love to fuck you in the ass!" I joked. She laughed heartily and slapped me on the leg

She looked at me for a moment, then looked away, almost embarrassed.

"Oh boy, this is a bad idea," she said under her breath before looking back at me and saying "sure, Tim, you can take me on a date."

My face broke into a huge grin. She tried to stifle a smile of her own but did a terrible job of it.

I leaned in, and she pulled me close for a long kiss. My cock hardened as our bodies mingled. I gently slipped back inside her perfect cunt, and we gripped each other tight as we made slow, passionate love. Soon her orgasm washed over her, and as that wonderful chorus of hers began, so did my own orgasm; as those two short moans escaped her lips my balls pulled up towards my body, and with her final, long moan the spring inside me snapped, and I once again filled her body with my seed.

We decided on dinner Friday night, and agreed it was a good idea to take Thursday off to recharge ourselves. I was excited. Nervous. Most importantly I needed someone to talk to about all this. So I picked up a pizza and went over to Tara's.

We laughed, we caught up; it felt good. Of course our conversation veered toward the sexual, as it always did, and all of a sudden I felt the room get very hot, and my pants start to tighten, as Tara regaled me with the details of how she fucked Sarah with a strap on for the first time the other night. I had witnessed the two of them lick each other to orgasm with my own eyes, but even so, the thought of my best friend fucking my biggest crush with a thick strap on dildo brought my soldier to attention.

Not to be outdone, I saw her tale of sapphic penetration and raised her the story of my graduation present. Now it was Tara's turn to squirm, her legs rubbing together, her finger getting lost in the hem of her shirt, her breath getting ever so shallow. As I told her the details of my messy finish on Stephanie’s chest, I saw Tara's demeanor change. The pale, flat of her chest that was visible under the cut-wide neck of her heavy metal t-shirt began to flush, and she started to fidget, as though she was trying to shoo away some unwanted feeling.

"Well, what about your dare?" She said finally, after a long, thick silence.

At lunch with Tara last weekend, during a game of truth or dare, she had dared me to take a video of me and Stephanie fucking and send it to her. In her mind it was evening the playing field since I had seen her and Sarah fucking the night before. My horny, hormone-adled brain seemed to agree to that logic, and amazingly I said I'd do it.

I had all but forgotten about it until Tara mentioned it.

"I don't know, Tara," I said, trying to navigate the thick tension in the room, "I don't think it's right."

"I didn't know you were such a chicken, Miller" she chuckled, a devilish smile on her face.

"I know what you're trying to do, Satan," I said, playfully making the sign of the cross with my index fingers, "but things are going really well with Stephanie, and I don't want to ruin it.

"Fair's fair, you know," she said with a mock sadness.

"I know," I responded, then dropped my tone into sincerity, "I just can't have any more deception between us."

"Fine, fine, I understand," she said with a long sigh. "It's too bad," she continued as I took a sip of my own drink, "I bet you look great when you fuck."

I choked, I sputtered, and ended up with most of my mouthful of drink on the front of my shirt.

Tara burst out laughing, and after a minute to catch my breath I joined her.

This girl was something else.

Friday rolled around and I was nervous. Nervous and excited. Sure, Stephanie and I had spent plenty of time exploring each others' bodies at this point, but we hadn't just sat and talked like two normal people for a very long time.

I was looking forward to it.

I tried to make myself look presentable and adult, doing my best to hide the fact that I was just a dumb, horny 18 year old. I chose slacks and a nice shirt with a blazer, but stopped short of going full tie. I thought I looked pretty good, all things considered.

While putting the finishing touches on in the bathroom, I glanced out the window toward Sarah's. The room was dark. I wondered where she was. I wondered where Tara was, and if they were there together.

Suddenly her light popped on. Caught in the middle of a giggle fit, Sarah tumbled into view. Following close behind her, equally overcome with giggles, was Tara.

I was transfixed as the two beauties drew close to each other, embraced, and began softly kissing between fits of laughter.

I felt my balls begin to tingle, and blood rush toward my cock.

The two fell onto the bed, and then Sarah pushed herself up and pulled off her loose-fitting sweater. Her hand reached back and popped the clasp on her bra.

My hand drifted toward my zipper,

no!

Snapping myself out of it, I shook it off, left the bathroom, and turned off the light. Tonight was about me and Stephanie.

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Stephanie. My stomach sank, thinking that she might possibly be backing out.

"Pick me up at the bus stop up the street." it read. I was confused; we had agreed to meet outside and leave the house together, but clearly there was a change of plans. At least she was still coming, so I texted back an affirmative and headed downstairs.

"Wow, looking sharp, Timmy," Alexa said as I gathered my things, "where are you off to tonight?" She leaned against the kitchen counter drinking a glass of water.

"I could ask you the same thing," I replied. Dressed in a dress that went down about mid-thigh, split in the middle with a big, brown belt, there was a nice cascade of bare leg that poured down into mid-length cowboy boots; Alexa was looking pretty good herself tonight. "Big date or something?"

"No, just hitting country night at El Tornado with some friends." She said, finishing her water. El Tornado was a bar a town or two over, and it was an open secret you only had to Look 21 to get in.

"Well, I do have a date tonight," I said proudly.

"Timmy, you don't need to get dressed up to go to the adult bookstore," She laughed.

I got heated, and was just about to tell her who exactly my date was with when her phone rang, she answered it, and quickly walked out of the room.

I cooled down. Nothing was going to ruin this.

Getting in the car I headed out, taking the first turn off my street, and saw the bus stop ahead of me. Waiting beneath the low light of the street lamp was an absolute vision.

Hair done to perfection, each strand placed for maximum effect, Stephanie wore a light leather jacket over a tight, sleeveless top. A maroon skirt hugged her hips and covered her legs down to just above her knee, but her calves were bare and glimmered in the light as they swooped down into ankle high boots.

I pulled up next to her.

"Let's go before people start to think I'm some hooker or something," she chuckled, dropping in to the passenger side.

We chatted a little as we drove to dinner, but I couldn't focus on too much conversation. My attention was split between safe driving, and getting every slight peek I could muster at those gorgeous legs. My cock was hard already. This date was all my idea, I had wanted a night where we could just spend time together, but I was desperately close to abandoning it all and diving head first between those thighs.

Somehow I held it together and we made it to the restaurant in one piece.

Dinner was nice. A mid-level Italian restaurant was as nice as either of us could afford, but the food was good and so was the company, so neither of us complained. We talked and reminisced. We gave each other a hard time about the old days, and I got her laugh, which is confidence-boosting rocket fuel to any man. I learned she loved to kayak on the river with her dad, she learned I took gymnastics till I broke my ankle when I was twelve.

It was truly a real date, the first real date I had actually ever been on, but still, something was gnawing at me.

"So how come I picked you up at the bus stop tonight?" I asked with trepidation during a lull in the conversation, "I thought we were going to meet out in front of the house?"

Stephanie smiled meekly and pawed at her tiramisu with a fork. I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it from her. I decided just to go for it.

"How come you're so afraid for her to know about us?"

Her fork stood still.

"Are you embarrassed to be with me?" I said.

"Honestly?" She said, finally looking up at me, "Yes." My stomach dropped. "Or at least I was, at first."

I felt a smile tug at my lips but I fought back as I listened.

"I know our, history, and when I asked you to help me with that exam I honestly did just need help, and you were the closest person I knew who could help me. Something changed when we started spending time together, though, and I found myself, attracted to you."

I felt a stir in my pants as her tongue quickly snaked out across her lips.

"I think that's why I reacted so harshly when you told me about your little audio voyeurism. I didn't know how to handle anything I was feeling. Even at the prom, what happened in the limo, at first I didn't think it would go that far, and then I told myself it would be just once, but, "

She took a sip of her drink. The pause felt like an eternity

"I don't let people in easily, Tim," she continued, "but you, you got in."

"Then why are you so afraid of Alexa finding out?" I pressed.

"Tim, how do you think she would feel if she found out I was fucking her younger brother?" She said with a long sigh. "There's enough weirdness going on there as it is, I didn't want to make things worse."

"What is going on with you two? I asked. Stephanie’s eyes went somewhere far away

"I don't know. Ever since I told her I was going to be going to the same school as her, she's been pulling away." Her fingers began fidgeting with her napkin. "I don't think she wants me to go."

She was clearly upset. My fingers snaked out across the table and touched hers. She didn't pull them away.

"Hey," I said, her eyes clicking back up to mine, "let's get out of here."

We walked hand in hand back to the car. She grabbed me by the lapel of my coat and pulled me in for a hard kiss.

"Tim, when we get home, I don't care who sees us." We smiled. I pushed her back against the car. Our tongues collided as my hand slid down her body. I rocked my thigh in between her legs, pressing tight against her cunt. She gasped, then pushed me off. "But first, I have a surprise for you."

She smiled that sly, devilish smile of hers and slipped into the car. I adjusted the iron rod in my pants and walked around to the driver's side.

I could barely keep my eyes on the road as I drove toward Stephanie’s "surprise." She sat in her usual, seductive pose, back against the door, legs stretched across the bench seat, feet resting on my thigh. I could feel the heel of her boot ever so slightly grazing against my cock as we drove.

When we got to the surprise, a big grin broke on my face, and I felt a surge in my pants. Stephanie had gotten us a hotel room. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was a place that was just for us, a place with a bed and some privacy.

Alexa Confronts Brian

I awoke the next morning with a thick headache, hard nipples, and a wet cunt.

The previous night I had fucked a former classmate at a party, desperately trying to get the images and memory of my mom's boyfriend Brian's cock out of my mind, but it was no good. The sex was fun, but ultimately unsatisfying, and my cunt ached with need.

It didn't help that even after too many beers and a good night's sleep, the first thought on my mind upon waking up was Brian and his cock. His beautiful cock that pushed into me, the first man ever to do so. He filled me up, split me open, and made me vibrate with pleasure.

My fingers slipped down my body and under the waistband of my panties.

I dipped them in between my swollen lips. I slipped and slid among the silky juices, and transported some up to my hard clit.

I ran slick circles around that magic button. My body began to buzz with joy. I closed my eyes, and all I could picture was that glorious man, muscles rippling, dripping with sweat, fucking his manhood into me.

I drove quick and hard toward the edge of release.

Then I thought about his release, his cum, and how it felt on my body. On my face. Hot lashes of sexual conquest searing my flesh.

I thought about his face, that look as his balls shuddered out the last pearly squirt of his ejaculation.

That face. That cock. That cum.

My fingers went into overdrive, and with the memory of my mother's boyfriend feeding me his cock and cumming on my face, my body tensed, my cunt throbbed, and I exploded.

I laid there for a moment in reflection. The thought of a man's cum had never turned me on so much before. In all my hook up experiences before college, cum to me was just something that need to be wiped off my hands at worst, and a sign of a job well done at best.

I was learning new things from my girlfriends though.

On a bet with my friend Meera I had let my fuck buddy Kyle fuck my tits and cum on my chest, and it had been a new, exhilarating experience. It turned me on to turn him on, but it wasn't something that I felt like I needed.

Not until Brian.

During our first (my VERY first) fuck, I instructed Brian to cum on me, not because he wanted it, but because I wanted it. Something inside me needed to feel his hot load on my skin, and it just turned me on even more.

The next day, in the shower, the same need came over me again, but this time it was a need born of total submission. I needed him to know that for that moment I was entirely his, and in the heat of things I dropped to my knees and let him cover my face with his semen. It was hot, it was dirty, and I loved it.

I had had hook ups since then, had ended the night with cum on my body, but it was never something I needed. It seemed to be a one-time thing. Just for him. Just that night.

Now my mother was dating this man who took possession of me so completely, and I had no idea what to do about it.

My mom was a pretty reserved woman. A devout, church-going Christian, as far as I knew she hadn't gone on a single date since my step father had died. She had finally begun to come out of her shell and now this was happening. It wasn't fair to her. I could just be cool, right? I could make it through a family dinner without thinking about having his big cock inside me, right?

I had to. For her.

Head still aching, I went downstairs and found my mom and step-brother Tim sitting at the table. I sleepily offered them a "good morning," but I sensed a strange vibe in the air. It wasn't pleasant.

"What're you guys talking about?" I inquired slowly.

"Brian broke up with her," Tim blurted out bluntly, staring daggers into my eyes. My stomach dropped in panic.

Tim, unfortunately, knew my history with Brian. Knew he had taken my virginity. Tim clearly liked the guy, or at least liked that mom liked him, and it was clear from his expression that he felt like this break up was my fault.

"We didn't break; I mean we weren't,” mom stammered, “ I don't know what we were. He said he had some stuff he had to deal with, and that he needed some space, so he's not going to be around for a while, that's all."

"Jeez, mom, I'm sorry," I said, sitting down at the table now. There was still a slight sense of panic in me as I reached out and touched her hand lovingly.

"Yeah, he seemed nice," Tim added, still staring at me.

After some further comforting pleasantries and a brief discussion of the day's plans, mom left, and then it was just me and Tim.

We sat in silence.

"What did you say to him?" he whispered bluntly.

"Nothing!" I loudly whispered back. It was true. He had been here the other night, the night I found out he and my mom were dating, and we had argued about it a bit as he left, but I hadn't spoken to him since.

After he left I had gone for a walk to clear my head, but ultimately ended up cumming all over my fingers in my bed thinking of his body.

"Well the timing is pretty damn convenient," Tim grumbled. We sat in silence for another moment, both thinking through the scenarios. "Listen," he finally said, "I know it's weird that you two, you know, but you don't see how happy she is when he's around. She needs this. I think you should go talk to him and try to smooth this all out."

I couldn't believe what he was saying, but furthermore I couldn't believe I agreed with him. It was awkward, sure, but mom deserved to be happy, even if that happiness was brought on by someone who had once (twice) shot his cum all over her daughter.

"Fine," I said, exasperated, "I'll see if I can find him and I'll, talk to him. I'll try and make this all right."

"Good." Tim said with a sigh. "You're doing the right thing."

I had no idea if that was true.

After a short crack at my obviously hung over state, Tim left me alone with my thoughts.

How the fuck was I going to find this guy? More importantly, did I really Want to?

My summer job as an office temp didn't start for another week, so I, along with many other former classmates home from their first years at college, wanted to take advantage of the free time. I had hit it off with Sasha, the girl whose party I had fucked Trevor at, and she invited me to hang out the following Wednesday. A few of us would meet at her place to pregame, then head out to this bar a couple towns away called Brink's. It had a reputation for letting in people who might have been a little less than legal drinking age.

I put on a wide-neck blouse that pulled down just past my shoulders, a tight skirt, and some black nylons. I wasn't trying to dress slutty, but I definitely was open to any kind of distraction.

The whole crew was there when I got to Sasha's house. Sasha, my new friend with the slim body and the mean girl aesthetic; Lucy, Sasha's close friend and next door neighbor, a black girl with big tits and an ass to match; Lucy's boyfriend Matt, a tall athlete with dark skin and a dangerous smile; Vanessa, Sasha's tall, thin, younger sister who just graduated high school but dressed like she was in her mid-twenties; Trevor, the guy I had fucked at the party, who clearly had come back for seconds, based on the attention he was giving me right away; and then there was someone I hadn't seen at the party the week before. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him. He was handsome, tall, and well put together. He was quiet, but in a very confident way.

I don't think we've met," I said, sauntering over to him, managing to ditch Trevor for a moment.

"We definitely have," he said with a chuckle, "I used to sit behind you in history class."

I remained confused. I definitely would have remembered this guy.

"You remember Derek, don't you Alexa?" Sasha said, sashaying into the conversation.

"Derek,” I wracked my memory, “ Derek,” suddenly it hit me “ Manning?"

"Bingo," he said with a smile.

My jaw dropped. What a difference a year could make; I had known Derek for a long time, and truth be told, I was never really nice to him. In highschool, Derek Manning was a lanky, long-haired, arty loner who never in a million years would have hung out with Sasha, nor she with him. I thought he was a weirdo, and treated him as such, which made for some teasing, arguing, and generally unpleasant interactions between us. I'm pretty sure he wasn't a huge fan of mine either. Now he had short, stylish hair, wore a color other than black, and definitely filled out to make his lanky frame more impressive than awkward. He was, pretty good looking, actually.

"We've known each other since kindergarten and all it takes is a haircut and you forget who I am? Ouch." He said with snarky sarcasm.

"Well it's amazing what a shower and some clean clothes can do for some people," I snarked back with a bitchy smile.

Some things hadn't changed, it seems.

Brinks' was a couple towns away, which meant we had to drive, which meant at least one of us was going to have to be designated driver for the evening. Without even hesitation or an ounce of resentment, Derek volunteered. He seemed happy to do it.

"Not a drinker?" I said to him as we all filed out to his van, a couple drinks in us already from the pre-gaming we had done.

"I like drinking," he responded with a smile, "but sometimes I just like to be, present."

The answer hung in the air between us for a second until it was shattered by Sasha's loud assertion that she would be riding shotgun.

Piling into his van, I felt Trevor squeeze up next to me, his fingers dancing lightly along my thigh as we all talked and laughed. I didn't exactly discourage it, but my focus was elsewhere, namely on Derek. There was something about him I couldn't quite put my finger on. Something that Sasha seemed to take notice of as well, as she only conversed with him the whole trip. I couldn't tell if she was just drunk, or if there was something going on there.

But how could there be? Sasha? With, him? No way.

My focus was shifted when I swatted Trevor's fingers away from the hem of my skirt. This boy was persistent if nothing else.

Our group rolled into Brinks', and the boys went to get the drinks while the girls hit the dance floor. The lights were bright and disorienting, and the dark mass of bodies bounced and writhed around us as we waded into the thick of it.

Dancing felt good. It took my mind off of things; off of Brian; and I focused on nothing but the sound and the beat. The boys joined us eventually with our drinks, and I decided the least I could do in return was dance with Trevor a bit. Besides, it felt good to feel his hands on my body, his hardening cock tucked into my gyrating ass. It gave me confidence. It gave me power.

But then there was Derek. Sitting at a table by the dance floor, he sipped his soda water in silence, watching everyone bump and grind on the floor before him.

He caught my eye, and we stared at each other, trying to decipher what the other was all about. I don't know if I was drunk, horny, or both, but I decided I was going to put a show on for him. He seemed so unflappable, I was on a mission to get a rise out of him.

Never leaving his gaze I gave Trevor the dance of his life. Gyrating over him, grinding on him, hiking up my skirt to show more of my thighs; the works. Encouraging his hands to touch and squeeze wherever he liked, I could feel his breath on my ear as hot and as hard as the cock in his pants. If I had wanted to, I think I could have made him cum right there in his pants.

But Derek didn't move.

I was legitimately turned on now, but much to my dismay I couldn't tell if it was from the dancing and groping I had been doing with Trevor, or the ice cold bemusement coming from Derek.

Why would I be turned on by total apathy?

Then, from the side of the room, Sasha popped into view. She had approached Derek from the side and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned in, whispered something in his ear, and he stood up. Taking her hand in his, I thought he was finally going to join us on the dance floor, but I was wrong. Derek winked at me once, and the two of them headed out the door of the bar into the night.

Did he have cigarettes? Drugs? Why would Sasha head out into the night with Derek Manning of all people? I was confused, but I was also turned on, and I let my mind wander as Trevor's dance floor advances got more and more bold.

Grinding my clit on Trevor's thigh felt really amazing, and I was lost in the sensation for the moment, until my eyes nearly popped out of my head; drifting my gaze across the room toward the bar, I only at this very minute took notice of the person working behind it.

It was Brian.

He didn't see me, but I definitely saw him. I watched, frozen for a moment, taking in this shocking new development. I heard Trevor whisper "oh, yeah, baby" as I stiffened up ;  I think he thought I was cumming.

I wasn't cumming, but between the dancing, the confusing coldness from Derek, and seeing Brian's hot chiseled body behind the bar, I definitely was wet. I needed a distraction, something, anything, so I grabbed Trevor by the wrist and dragged him off toward the bathrooms.

We tumbled into the bathroom, kissing and groping. His hands were all over my ass and my tits, mine on his belt and pants. Frantically I worked open his pants, pushing them down, and quickly and assertively dropped to my knees in front of him.

His dick was fine, it was nice, it would do, and I licked my lips and took him deep into my mouth. He groaned long and loud. I sucked and stroked with purpose, trying to clear my mind, but the cock in my mouth only brought memories of Brian's, and suddenly I wasn't in the bathroom at the bar, but on my knees in his shower. It wasn't Trevor's fine, nice penis in my mouth anymore, but Brian's big, thick cock, stretching my lips and making me salivate like a hungry animal.

There was only my mouth, this cock, and my memories now, and I wasn't brought back to the reality of the moment until the first spurt caught me off guard in the back of my mouth. Coughing slightly, I felt the second spurt leap onto my tongue as I pulled off in reflex, just in time for the next hot, white strands to slap my lips and chin and whip across my neck and collarbone.

Rearing back, I let go of Trevor's cock, but he was too lost in orgasm to care. He quickly took over and worked the last couple dribbles out of his cock onto the floor in front of me. I knew I was covered in his cum; I could feel it dripping down into my cleavage; but that feeling I had gotten before, and most importantly that look, just wasn't there. I didn't feel any sense of accomplishment or erotic thrill, I just sort of felt like a glorified Kleenex. And Judging from the way Trevor was cranking away at the last shakes of his orgasm without any care as to whether I was still there or not, it was clear he felt the same way.

I felt used, but honestly, I was using him as much as he was using me, so who was I to complain?

After he finished, he choked out a strained "fuck, that was hot!" and then very graciously (he thought) offered to leave me alone so I could "clean up," and slipped out of the bathroom. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, streaked with semen, I didn't hate the visual, I just wasn't thrilled at the route I took to get there. I was still horny as fuck, but I had to get back to the crowd, so I cleaned myself up and slipped out of the bathroom and back to the bar.

Walking back to the table, Derek was back, a smug look on his face.

"Water?" he offered, and parched, I chugged it. Looking out onto the dance floor I saw Trevor already chatting up another girl, riding high on the confidence boost of having his dick sucked in a club bathroom. I wasn't hurt, I don't think, but I was a little annoyed. "So that's what you're into, huh?" Derek said with a smirk, "that's a shame."

I shot him a look and was about to fire back when he dripped some water onto a napkin and reached toward my neck. The water felt cool and refreshing on my hot skin, and my body tingled at the sensation. He gently wiped down the side of my neck, catching me off guard with his tenderness. Looking me in the eye as he finished, he said "you missed a spot. Trevor needs to work on his aim," winked at me, and walked off.

As Derek left, I was furious at how glib and snarky he was. But at the same time, I found myself wondering what his cock was like.

Blech, no, I was just too horny, and this jerk just happened to trigger something that took advantage of that. What an asshole.

I decided I was done with distractions. I knew what I had to do. Downing one more drink, I marched my way to the bar.

Brian's welcoming bartender smile slipped into shock and surprise as he saw me. I stared him dead in the eyes and said "we need to talk."

He paused, took it all in, and then said "ok, but not now. After closing?"

I nodded and asked for another drink, which he gave me on the house.

I headed back to the dance floor to rejoin my friends, and tried not to think about what exactly I was going to say. "I can't stop thinking about your cock" probably wasn't acceptable, but I also wasn't thrilled about "you need to get back together with my mother," either. These were conflicting feelings to say the least, so I decided to focus for the time on other mysteries.

Sidling up to Sasha as she took a break, I watched her flash a devilish smile at Derek.

"Hey, so, where'd you run off to with Derek earlier, to have a cigarette?" She just chuckled and shook her head no. "Did he bring drugs with him or something then?" I asked, but just shook her head and laughed again.

"Not exactly drugs, but it's definitely, addicting."

"Are you serious? With Him?" I said, not believing my ears, "Sasha, you could have literally any guy in this place with a wink, and you're running off with the loner art nerd?"

"You take good dick where you can get it, honey," she said defiantly, before adding "and a dick like Derek's, well you make sure you keep that as close as possible."

I shook my head in disbelief. "I just don't understand, Sasha."

I felt her hand on mine as she looked at me and said "Oh I'm sure you will, honey."

With that she winked, smiled, and bounced back into the crowd, leaving me alone with my drink.

The evening grew late, people started to file out, and eventually my crew decided it was time to leave. We piled back into Derek's van, and my anxiety started sobering me up quickly. I had a plan, or at least part of one, to say my goodnights and drive back to the bar. At the very least that would give me the option to chicken out and head home instead, but even then I knew I wouldn't.

Trevor squeezed in tight next to me again, and almost immediately I felt his hand on my leg. Again. It was a quiet ride, with the night starting to get the better of our consciousness. I felt Trevor's hand slide higher, brushing the hem of my skirt, and I don't know if it was the anxiety, my remaining buzz, or the fact that I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life, but this time I didn't stop him.

His fingers felt good as they danced around the edge of my skirt, and I knew he was waiting for a signal, a go ahead, to take things further. It was then that I caught Derek's eyes watching me in the rear view mirror. I could tell by the intensity of his gaze that he could see exactly what was going on. We were almost silently sparring with each other in some way. Again, I'm not sure exactly why I did this, but without ever taking my eyes off his, I slowly parted my thighs, just enough to give Trevor's hand room to slide in.

Trevor wasted no time. I felt his hand pour over the inside of my thigh, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me as two fingers pressed against my clit.

Then the car came to a stop. We had arrived back at Sasha's.

The momentary trance broken, I pushed Trevor's hand away and got my bearings back as we all emptied out of the van.

We said our goodnights, I rebuked any attempts by Trevor to continue things further than the van, and headed to my car.

I paused at my car door, keys in hand, coming back to the reality of what I had to do. I knew I had to go back and confront Brian, but I honestly didn't know what I was going to do once I got there. I'd like to think it would be an adult, civil conversation, but I also couldn't say I wasn't going to drop to my knees in front of him as soon as the bar room door closed. My heart was pounding when I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey," the voice said. I turned to see Derek, leaning out the window of his van. "Are you ok to drive? I'd be happy to give you a ride, "

I searched his question for snark or guile, but it seemed he was being sincere. Something about that made me want to take him up on it, but I shook it off. I had something I needed to do.

"Thanks," I said with a meek wave, "but I'm fine, really."

He lingered a moment to make sure I was sure, but with another wave he said ok and drove off, leaving me alone with my car and the mission in front of me.

I barely even remember the drive back to the bar. All I know is my mind was a whirlwind, my body felt hot, and my cunt was wet.

When I entered the bar, it was quiet. The lights were dim, the chairs were up on the tables, and the only sound was the faint clinking of glasses as Brian tidied up behind the bar.

I walked up to the bar, throat dry, still not knowing what was going to escape from my throat.

Brian turned around, brushing a graying lock of hair off his forehead. His cheeks cracked into an accordion of strong creases as he smiled. "Hi," he said. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and I could see the muscles ripple in his forearms as he braced himself on the edge of the bar. "I wasn't sure if you were going to come back, but I hoped you would."

That bar. Thank God for that bar. Without that bar between us, I don't think I could have kept myself decent.

"So I guess we should talk then?" He said with another, weaker smile.

I nodded in agreement.

After an awkward silence, he started to break his way into the conversation, when the words "I need you to get back together with my mom" escaped out my mouth and stopped him, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"Alexa, I don't think,” he began, but I cut him off again.

"I think she loves you," I blurted out. Brian was silent. I followed up with a question that I desperately needed to know the answer to: "do you love her?"

Brian was left in a considered silence once again as he thought. He leaned away from the bar, crossing his arms, resting himself against the wall of booze bottles behind him.

"I think so, yes," he said quietly.

"Then what's stopping you?"

"Alexa, however I might feel about your mother, that's not going to change that every time I see you I'm going to feel ashamed thinking about the things we've done, or could do again."

I felt my heart begin to pound even harder, my body temp starting to sky rocket.

"And how do you think I feel?" I said, pushing back, "you don't think I think about that night every time I see you? You don't think I wonder what she's doing to you when you're alone? Whether she makes you feel as good as I did? Or better?"

"Alexa,” he continued, softly, "I love your mother, I do, but there's just too much tension here, and I just don't think I'd be able to keep my hands off you."

"Then don't," I said, almost involuntarily. Brian narrowed his eyes. It was a serious, stakes-raising statement, and my body was buzzing. I didn't know where horniness stopped and nervousness began. There was silence, and then finally words dripped out of my mouth before I even really knew what I was saying: "Take me, ravage me, fuck me, dominate me, just for tonight, do whatever you need to do to break this spell and be happy with my mom, and I'll do the same."

There were no words left. Brian studied me, watching my glistening chest heave up and down with nervous breath as I tried to keep calm. There was still time for me to back out; the bar still kept us apart, until Brian hoisted himself over it, and suddenly the bar was gone and we stood face to face.

Brian spoke to me without words, asking with his eyes if I was sure I wanted this. I nodded. Then strong hands snaked tight around my midsection, pulling me close to him, and our lips crashed into each other like waves.

His hands were like a whirlwind, roaming all over my steaming body, gripping, squeezing, caressing. He leaned into me, pressing my lower back against the lip of the bar, and then suddenly the floor was gone and I was in the air.

My ass came crashing down on the top of the bar, and before I could register what happened, Brian was sliding my nylons and panties off my legs in one smooth motion. He hoisted one of my thick legs over his shoulder, and dove tongue-first between them.

A sharp cherry bomb of pleasure sent me flat back onto the bar. I gasped deeply, grabbing onto Brian's hair tight as he began his oral attack. Something was different this time, though. Gone was the virgin, helpless in the hands of a more experienced lover, and in her place was a girl who knew what she wanted. I was in control, guiding his head to the spots that made me shiver and shake. He obeyed my breathless command to press his fingers inside me as well, and soon I felt all that pent up nervousness and energy swirl into a tight ball centered directly on the tip of his tongue, exploding hot, bright fire through my body in a glorious orgasm.

Pushing Brian's glistening face away, he caught his breath and I slipped down off the bar and directly onto my knees in front of him, still vibrating from the aftershocks of my climax. I needed to see that cock again; I needed to taste it, to feel it. I freed his behemoth from his tight pants, and after taking a moment to greet it almost like an old friend, I licked my lips and began working it into my salivating mouth.

He groaned and he gasped as I sucked and I stroked, but again, something was different. I realized I wasn't doing it because I was under some spell, desperate to do anything for this wondrous pleasure baton, I was doing it because I wanted him to fuck me.

My cunt was soaked, and I needed him in me, so I popped up to my feet, and in another change from our first encounter, I looked at him and said "Condom?" He was taken a little off guard, but he nodded, and pulled one out of his pocket. Tearing it open he slid it over his impressive member as we kissed, stumbling back so my ass was perched on one of the comfy bar stools. He pulled my shirt off, throwing it across the bar as I unfastened my bra, letting my large, swollen breasts hang free, their nipples hard and wanting.

Hiking a leg up over his arm, he lined his thick head up with my wet opening. I felt my body flush with excitement, and then I began to split apart at the seams as he began to push into me. I practically screamed in joy, a smile plastered to my gasping mouth as he worked his way inside inch by inch. He was so much bigger than Trevor, it felt like my whole body practically wrapped around him, begging him to stay as he began to thrust. This was what I wanted, this was what I needed, but still, there was something different.

As I looked at his grunting, lustful face, and I reveled in the electric pleasure he was sending through my body, I realized it wasn't the man I lusted after, it was his cock. The first time we made love I was the property of the man, willing to give myself over, body and soul, to his every sexual desire, but now, now I just wanted that fat cock to make me cum. There was a certain spark missing this time, and as I watched him push deeper and deeper into my wet, gripping cunt, I got the sense he felt it too.

Maybe that's why all of a sudden he pulled all the way out of my dripping snatch and spun me around, bending me over the stool. He gave my ass a slap and I spread my legs, just dying to feel his hard tool inside me again. I didn't have to wait long.

He pushed into me once again, and this time I bellowed loud enough for the neighbors to hear, I'm sure of it. My cunt surrendered to his thick meat, letting him deeper and deeper with each thrust. I braced myself against the stool and bar and gladly accepted the hot, deep dicking he was currently giving me.

The repeating pendulum of his penetrating cock, and his balls slapping my clit, quickly made the whole room fall away, and I was driving hard toward another orgasm. Forgetting the man, I focused only on the feeling, my walls gripping him, the ridges of his head sliding over my sensitive insides. My breath got short, ragged, and loud.

Brian gripped me tighter, his own release mounting along with mine, and gasped breaths through gritted teeth as he pounded into me. I was so close, so near ultimate joy, but it wasn't until I heard him gasp and groan that I careened over the edge. Brian let out a loud, long moan, his thrusts became erratic, and suddenly I felt his thick cock pulsing and spasming as he began pouring himself into the condom inside me. This realization did the trick for me, and my cunt spasmed and my body shook as I joined him in orgasm.

Unlike last time, this time around there was no urge, no desire, to ask him to pull out and cum on my body or face. Despite my dalliances with Trevor, Brian was the only person I had ever said that to and really meant it, and this time the thought never even entered my mind. No desire to be claimed by him, no desire to give him power or ownership over my vulnerable body; all I had wanted was for him to fuck me and make me cum, and now that mission was accomplished.

We shuddered and gasped together for the moment, and once my cunt returned to normal, and his balls were properly emptied, our breathing calmed and he slowly retrieved his softening cock from my thoroughly fucked cunt.

We noticed the difference immediately. We didn't even need to say it. Whatever was there the first time, whatever heat there was that drove our memories and hesitations about being around one another, it was gone now. The sex had been good, of course, but that's all it had been; good sex. That's all it would ever be, and the magic of that first time would stay rooted in that one moment in time when we were the only two creatures in the universe.

He slipped his (very full) condom off his cock, and disposed of it while I got myself together. Getting ready to leave, I walked up to him, placed my hand on his face and kissed him.

"Thanks for that," I said, "I think we both needed it. Now we know, right?"

"Yeah," he said with a sad smile.

I kissed him again, smiled and gave him a light tap on the cheek. "Call my mom, ok?"

"First thing tomorrow!" He chuckled.

I headed toward the door, and much to my surprise I felt no need to look back before I left. I got what I needed, but that magic was gone. It wasn't Brian I wanted, it was that extra special experience. It was The Spice.

I knew it was out there somewhere, though, I just needed someone else to help me find it.

Chapter 16: Christine gives Tim some rules he needs to follow.

It was Saturday morning, and I hadn't gotten much sleep.

I tossed and turned with confusion and anger. After an amazingly romantic date followed by two rounds of passionate sex, Stephanie revealed to me that she had instructed my next door neighbor Sarah to instigate a relationship with my best friend Tara, so Tara would be off my radar and Stephanie would have me all to herself.

This angered me for a number of reasons. I truly cared for Tara. Our relationship as of late had been, complicated, and it made me happy to see how happy she was with Sarah. To find out it was all just a ruse hurt my heart. On top of that, to hear Stephanie had proclaim that "we both know Tara fucks anyone that smiles at her," made me furious. Tara was a confidently sexual girl, and to hear someone so close to me liken her to a cheap slut was unacceptable.

I thought about all Stephanie and I had been through; about the sex we had the night before; her body shaking in rapturous orgasm as my cock filled her mouth with cum; about the second round where we moved together, slowly and passionately, as she took me inside her body.

I thought I might have loved Stephanie, and now I didn't want a thing to do with her.

Running brought no solace either. I cursed as I ran, going the longest route I knew, trying to purge my stormy mind through exhaustion. It was no use.

When I returned home I found my car in the driveway and my keys in the mailbox. I had taken a cab home from the hotel after Stephanie’s confession, and clearly she had returned. She dropped the keys off, but there were no messages from her on my phone.

There was a message from Tara, however.

"Lunch today? I wanna hear about your night ;)" it read. I wasn't sure if seeing Tara was the best idea. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep from telling her the awful truth about her and Sarah. But maybe I should tell her. Maybe it's something she needed to know.

After thinking about it in the shower, I texted back a simple "sure." She needed to know. I had to tell her.

Leading up to meeting her I was nervous. I was about to potentially hurt her very badly for the second time in about a month, and even though I was just the messenger, I was definitely in range of the blowback. It was because of me, after all. Because Stephanie saw something between Tara and I. Something neither Tara nor I were ready to admit. Something Stephanie found threatening.

When the time came, when I sat myself across from Tara, locked, loaded, and ready to break her heart, I couldn't do it.

Back at the same place we had met for lunch the previous week, she started talking almost immediately about the night she had with Sarah; about how they went to get ice cream, how they made out in the car; Tara had never really been in a relationship before, and she was glowing as she reveled in doing mundane relationship stuff.

Then her voice dropped, and she made sure no one was within earshot as she regaled me with the second half of their evening. The half that involved going back to Sarah's house; the house next door to mine; and tumbling, lips locked, into Sarah's bedroom, a bedroom I had full view of through my upstairs bathroom window. That half involved lips sucking on nipples, hands squeezing and kneading at perfect breasts, tongues lapping at wet pussies, mouths flooded with the hot juices of orgasm.

The picture in my mind was vivid. My cock was rock hard, and I felt awful about it.

"Did you see us?" I heard suddenly, Tara's voice cutting through the fog of my fantasy.

"What?" I said, coming back to reality

"In her room, did you see us?" that wry, sexy smile of hers was painted across her lips. The way she asked the question almost seemed hopeful. Tara knew I could see into Sarah's room from the bathroom. She and I had shared an explosively erotic masturbation session as we clandestinely spied on Sarah getting fucked by her then-boyfriend.

"No, I missed it, unfortunately," I half lied. Truth was I Had seen them, right as their carnal evening was beginning, but I chose not to watch. I chose to give them privacy, to respect their relationship.

The way Tara's mood dropped slightly had me wondering if I had made the wrong decision.

"Well what about you? How was your night?" She said, changing the subject.

I paused, I thought back once again to everything that had transpired.

"Not great," I finally said with a pained smile.

Tara's mood turned more serious now. "What? Why, what happened?" She said, leaning in. The tops of her perfect breasts pushed forward, almost spilling out of the tight top she was wearing. The charm at the end of her necklace danced in the split of her glorious cleavage. Her big eyes were accented by thick, dark eye liner. Her full lips parted in a concerned pout, her tongue mindlessly playing in one corner.

God, she looked good.

"Stephanie,” I began, not knowing exactly what to say. "She turned out not to be the person I thought she was," I finally said. "I think we might be done."

A thoughtful pause came over Tara before saying "I'm sorry to hear that, Miller," accented with a pained smile of her own.

Her hand reached out and touched mine. At first the energy was of compassion and solidarity, but as her hand lingered, as our eyes met, something else began to brew.

I pulled my hand back before anything could take root, breaking the moment for each of us.

"So what's next for you two love birds?" I said, throwing the focus back to Tara. She smiled, adjusted herself, and launched back into the giddy glow of her new relationship.

She was happy, and the rest of our lunch went by in a pleasant flash. Tara left first, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again.

As I made my way out, I once again saw the familiar face of Rachel sitting at a table with the same guy I saw her with last week.

Her hair was down, framing her pale face, and a tight, sleeveless turtleneck top held her massive mammaries together, creating a large, luscious bulge on her chest.

My mind wandered, and suddenly I had the urge to see those tits again; to paint them with cum.

Coming back to earth my eyes flicked up to hers; she was looking right at me. Having no other recourse in front of me, almost instinctively I winked at her. It felt gross as I did it, but as her eyes left mine, I thought I spied the corner of her lips turning up ever so slightly into a subtle, knowing smile.

I really should reach out to her.

I didn't go right home. I went for a drive to try and clear my mind, or at least try to organize my thoughts, but nothing worked. I needed someone to talk to about this. Someone not actually involved in the situation.

"Hey, what are you up to tomorrow, are you gonna be at church??" I texted. I was prepared to wait patiently, but the three bubbles of a forming response came quickly.

"Hey! Actually no, Dad's out of town, so I'm having some people over tomorrow to hang by the pool. You wanna join?" Came the response.

"Oh, a crazy party, I see! Anyone I know?"

"I don't think so, just some friends from the bible study club at my school, so yeah you know we're gonna get CRAZY." A month ago I would have chuckled at her joke, but I'd learned quite a bit about church girls lately, so now I wasn't so sure she was joking.

"Sure, that sounds great," I replied. "Thanks, Christine!"

The winking emoji she sent me in response made my cock stir.

I hadn't seen Christine since our experience in the car, where she had cum from rubbing herself on my hip and frantically sucked my semen out through my cock and down her throat. It was a confusing moment for both of us, and I wasn't sure where we stood or how to address it, but she was still a good friend and a close confidant. And I needed her. I didn't know what to expect from tomorrow's hang out; I wasn't expecting a repeat of what happened in the car, I just wanted to hang out with my friend. At least that's what I told myself every time I felt my cock stir thinking about her.

Standing at Christine's front door the next day, I looked down at my phone as I waited for someone to answer. Still nothing from Stephanie. Part of me was relieved, but now, part of me was a little annoyed. My hormonal brain was racing. Did she not care at all how I felt about what she did? Was I just a disposable fuck afterall? She said I was the only person she'd ever let cum inside her. Was that a lie too? How was I supposed to;

"You must be Tim, right?"

"Uh, yeah." I was snapped out of my mental spiraling by a voice coming from Christine's doorway, but it wasn't Christine. Looking up, I was greeted by a tall, voluptuous Korean girl with a big, beaming smile. A brightly colored sarong wrapped itself around wide, full hips, and two large breasts were held up by a black bikini top. They jiggled seductively as she reached her hand out to greet me.

"I'm Talia. Nice to meet you!" we shook hands, and I thought I caught her giving me a once over with her eyes. "Come on in, everyone's out back."

Talia led the way, her full ass sashaying back and forth in front of me. For the first time today, thoughts of Stephanie were nowhere in my mind.

Heading out to the pool area I was greeted by the sight of five or six guys and girls hanging out casually, listening to music.

I saw Christine, sitting on a beach chair, chatting with a guy who I later learned was named Denny. I could tell by his body language that Denny wasn't here just to study the bible. Denny wanted to study Christine as well.

That cold pang of jealousy reared its ugly head in my stomach once again.

Christine's gaze ticked over to me, and a big smile formed on her lips as she quickly popped up off her chair and made her way over to me.

Ha; eat it, Denny.

"Tim!" She shouted as she pranced over to me. Extremely short shorts hugged her ass and showed off her long legs, while a thin button down hung loose over the bright blue bikini top covering her modest breasts.

She hugged me tight, lingering perhaps a second too long. I felt her tits press into me.

"I'm so glad you came!" She said into my ear, giving me a tight squeeze.

The button down rode up as we embraced, and I felt the warm skin of her midsection in my hands. I squeezed back. "Thanks for inviting me," I said back.

We pulled away before too many around us could get suspicious. Christine crossed her arms timidly in front of her chest. Her nipples were hard.

This was going to be an interesting afternoon.

I was introduced to the other kids at the party and they all seemed nice enough. Talia was very outgoing, and seemed to be flirting with me a bit; there was Shelly and Anne, two blondes with cold dispositions who weren't sisters, but looked and acted like they could have been; Jake and his girlfriend Laura, who i'm pretty sure were fucking, despite being the most outwardly religious of the group; a nice dude named Roberto; and Denny, the clear hound dog who I later learned had had some sort of previous relationship with Talia before setting his sights squarely on Christine once she and Eric broke up.

They were a nice crew, and we spent the afternoon chatting and swimming, drinking non-alcoholic drinks, and listening to Christian bands that I had never heard of, yet they all knew the words to every song. On the one hand it was a world I knew nothing about, but on the other hand, I could tell we were all just young adults trying to figure out what life was supposed to be like, and who we were supposed to spend it with.

I actually didn't spend a ton of time talking with Christine, but I seemed unable to get rid of Denny. This guy seemed to go out of his way to talk to me, and pretend to be interested in what I was saying, I'm pretty sure because he thought it would impress Christine. He wanted her bad, I could tell, and it gave me a perverse joy to know that he'd never have her, and that I had had my cock in her mouth. Petty, I know, but that's what we are at this age.

Talia cornered me more than once, and made a show of shifting her hips and lounging in positions that pushed her considerable breasts together to get me to admire her cleavage. She wasn't trying to hide it, and she definitely didn't care who knew; in fact I was told "that's how she is," for whatever that's worth. It may be "how she is," but it also ended with us exchanging internet contact info. I'm not sure if Christine noticed.

The "twins," as Shelly and Anne were called, were the toughest to crack. They didn't seem much interested in talking to me, and when they did it was short statements, or oddball questions. I didn't mind not spending much time with them, however the two of them together was quite a sight. Long blonde hair, skinny and tall with more ass than tits, they were like hot, leggy sculptures under big, dark sunglasses.

To be continued in Part 10

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.