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Joining the Squad Ch. 1

By: teasemeplz



"Hi David." 

I looked up from my locker and saw 18-year-old Karen standing just a few feet away. She had always been nice enough to me and I, like everyone else in the whole school, had lusted after her since we were in grade school together. 

"Hi Karen," I responded, like I usually did, smiling slightly, turning around to finishing getting my books out of my locker. 

She stepped closer and I could feel her watching me. I was weird and I started getting slightly uncomfortable. 

"Um, David," she started, "can you come to practice today?" 

I shut my locker and turned toward her. "Practice?" 

She bit her lip softly and seductively and nodded. "Uh Huh, practice. You know," she continued, making a few gestures to remind me that she was, after all, head cheerleader. 

"Sure," I said, without thinking. "I mean, OK," I paused, looking at her curiously, "Well, why?" 

She smiled again, innocent, charming, and beautiful. "Because a few of us were talking," she twirled her hair in her finger as she spoke, not quite looking at me, but not avoiding me either, "and we thought you'd be a really good guy to help us out." 

I shrugged, "Sure, I'd love to." 

Inside I was dying. Karen Braden had just asked me to come by and see her practice after school. This was like a dream come true. She was absolutely the most gorgeous girl in school and the fact that she was a cheerleader caused heart throbs in every boy in school, myself included. 

"'K," she said, "3:30, after school, over by the track, you know where, right?" 

I nodded and she turned and left. When she got about 20 feet down the hall, she turned, looked back and me and smiled. 

The rest of the day passed without event, except for a few strange moments where I interacted with the other girls from the cheerleading squad. It was awkward in the sense that they were all being more friendly with me that I had every remembered. Not exactly flirting, but something close to it. A general warmth and friendliness that I had not experienced before, at least not at that level. 

All of them had mentioned seeing me this afternoon. 

When the final bell rang, I was more than a little apprehensive about what was to follow. I had gathered my things and made my way up the hill behind the school to the track. 

All eight of them were there, in a line, practicing a cheer. 

Just as I made it to the edge of the track, Karen noticed me and broke out of the formation. She ran toward me and when she reached me, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around me, giving me a big hug. She squealed as I hugged her back. 

When I put her down, she looked at me, smiling, barely able to contain her excitement. "I am so glad you came, David." 

The others were coming over to join us and Karen told me to go ahead and sit down. 

When I did, she climbed on my lap, wrapping her arms around me, resting her head against my shoulder. 

The other seven girls, watched smiling and chatting among themselves. 

"Here's why we asked you to come David," Karen said. 

She looked up at me smiling, "We want you to join the squad. We asked Mrs. Park if we could have a guy join the squad and she said we could. Since the guys always pick girls to be equipment managers for the football team and stuff, we told her we wanted a guy to help us." 

She squirmed a little on my lap. 

"So we picked the cutest guy in school," she said and Kari interrupted, "Who doesn't know he's cute." 

Karen wrinkled her nose and looked at me, "Or at least doesn't act like it." 

"So, you want me to do cheers and stuff?" I asked. 

They all laughed. 

"No, silly," Karen laughed, "we have other things for you to do." 

I smiled. 

"We've been thinking about this for a long time," Karen started, "A loooooooong time," Susan added. 

Karen continued, adjusting herself again in my lap, "And, for lots of things we talk about, we need a boy. And you, David, are the boy we picked." 

I became very confused. 

"So, what do I do?" I asked, looking around. 

"Whatever we want," Amy said, speaking up. 

"And whatever we say," Susan added. 

"And in exchange," Karen explained, "you get eight girlfriends." 

My head was reeling. 

"Stop it," I protested, "you guys are putting me on." 

"No we're not, David. We want you to join the squad. We really do," Kimber added, another girl I had a crush on for what seemed like forever. 

"So, what is it that I have to do again?" I asked. 

Karen looked at the other girls and laughed. 

"OK," she said, "It isn't a normal boyfriend girlfriend thing." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"It's hard to explain, David," Karen said. 

"Jesus Christ, just tell him, Karen," Kimber snapped, rolling her eyes, clearly growing impatient. 

Karen looked at Kimber forcefully, not needing words. Kimber put her hands on her hips and looked at the ground, "He's going to do it, we all know he will," she muttered. 

"We have a pretty good feeling that you think we are all pretty attractive. That's right, isn't it?" 

I nodded, looking at her with a mixture of bewilderment and shock, "Well, yeah. I mean . . ." Before I could finish she had cut me off. 

"Hmmm, how to say this. Would you do stuff for us, just because we asked you to?" she asked biting her lip. 

"Well, sure," I said, "I guess. I mean it depends." 

She scrunched up her nose, looking adorable, "See, that's just it David. It can't depend." 

"What are you talking about?" I said, growing more confused. 

"I mean it can't depend. If we ask you, you have to do it. Understand?" 

I shook my head. "No, I don't understand. What do you want me to do?" 

Karen bit her lip, growing apprehensive. "Oh David, I can't tell you that." 

Susan whispered something in her ear and Karen shifted her weight slightly now sitting mainly on my legs. 

"Well, I just want you to think about it," she said as her hand rested softly on the inside of my thigh. My eyes widened as her hand slowly slid up my leg to my crotch where she started to slowly and sensually rub me through my jeans. 

I swallowed hard, not believing what was happening. Karen Brade, the most gorgeous creature on Earth was sitting in my lap, giving me a hand job. 

"Oh Karen," I moaned. 

"You'll do what we say?" she asked. 

I nodded. 

"No questions?" 

Again, I nodded. 

"And if you don't David," she paused in her stroking. 

"We'll punish you." 

With those words and the return of her touch I felt myself lose control as I started pumping cum into my underwear, moaning softly, repeating her name over and over again. 

I was snapped back to consciousness by Kimber's voice, which interrupted my mind blowing orgasm. 

"See, told ya." 

I looked up and Kimber was smiling, looking right at me. 

I blushed as I felt my hot, sticky mess coat my underwear. 

Karen pulled her hand away. 

"You are to be here for every practice. Understand?" 

I nodded. 

"And you do what we say, right?" 

I lowered my head and nodded. 

She got up off my lap and looked at me. 

"And you are going to obey?" 

I felt the gaze of all their eyes on me and the word "obey" made me melt, half in excitement, half in shame. I closed my eyes and nodded quickly. 

"See," Kimber interjected, "he likes that word. Ooooooooooo Baaaaaaaaaaay, David." 

She laughed softly. 

I looked up and met her gaze, feeling myself squirm inside, unsure of what to do or say. All I could think to do was close my eyes and nod again. 

It was like they were touching something deep inside me, like a door to my soul had been unlocked and opened and here were eight of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen looking inside. 

Now her questions were starting to make sense. Whatever they wanted. Whatever they said. I closed my eyes and swallowed. 

"I'll do it," I said, finally. 

Karen cocked her head and looked at me slightly amused, "I think we figured that out ten minutes ago." 

"Can we please finish up," Kari asked, "we have a game Saturday." She looked over and smiled at me, "I'm sorry, David." 

I smiled back, "Oh, no, it's OK." 

Kimber laughed and shook her head, "I think you have it backwards. She was asking for an apology, David, not offering one." 

"Oh, God," I looked at her mortified, "I am sorry. I didn't understand." I stumbled over my words. "I am sorry for interrupting practice." 

I paused, nervous, "I am really sorry," I said, looking at each of them. 

Most of them smiled and nodded, acknowldging my apology. Karen stayed behind as the others when back to the track. 

"Come on," she said, motioning for me to follow her. "Sit and watch. You are part of the squad now, so we expect you to learn every one of the cheers." 

I looked for a bench or chair. 

She pointed to the ground and I sat quickly. 

"Afterwards, we are going for pizza and you are going to be there. We'll explain more to you then." 

With those words, she turned and joined the squad. 

For two hours, I watched them practice, cheer, squat, jump, kick, and do all sorts of things. I did my best to memorize each cheer. Hearing them over and over helped. In two hours they rehearsed six cheers. 

As they came of the field, each girl smiled at me and flirted. Karen was last and motioned for me to stand and follow her. 

"You're going to like this part," she told me. 

As we went back in the building, it slowly dawned on me as to what was occuring. 

It was confirmed when I saw Susan up ahead, turn into the girl's locker room. 

Each of them filed in until it came to me and Karen. We paused until Susan reppeared and gave us the all clear sign. Karen hurried me in and shut and locked the door behind us. 

Karen led me inside. 

There I was, standing in the girl's locker room, surrounded by eight cheerleaders in their uniforms. 

"Well," Karen explained, "we are certainly not going to get naked in front of you while you have clothes on." 

I raised my eyebrows and looked around nervously. 

"Are you going to strip or do we have to do it for you?" she asked impatiently. 

I raised my hands, motioning for her to back off. 

I unbuttoned my shirt, and my pants, removed my socks and shoes and disrobed. Finally, I lowered my boxer shorts, exposing myself completely. 

As if it was on cue, they each started disrobing as well, the minute I was completely naked. 

As they removed their skirts and tops, I grew increasingly excited by the sight of these hard bodied girls, walking around in their sports bras and panties. 

I felt myself getting erect and my growing problem was not escaping anyone's attention. 

One by one, each girl did a little strip tease for me, out of her bra and panties, their beautiful, tanned bodies, paraded in front of me. 

The worst of it was that I was still a sticky mess from Karen's earlier hand job. 

Before stepping into the shower, Karen pointed to the large bin toward the end of the hall. "Get the towels ready," she instructed. 

I stood by the shower enterance and held a stack of towels in my arms. When each girl came out, she took a towel. Some rewarded me with a gentle brush against my cock, some stroked it or tugged atit for me. In just those few minutes I got a glimpse into each girl's personality. 

Susan gave me a nice tender rub, letting her hand linger as she slid it up the underside of my cock. 

Kari was more playful, tugging at it not enough to hurt, but enough to stimulate me further. 

Next came Beth, who had barely said a word to me. She was shy and started to reach to touch me, but stopped before she did. Not looking at me, she took a towel and left. 

Kimber also didn't touch me there, but for entirely different reasons. I was staring at her full, pouty lips while her hand rubbed along my thighs, stomach and pelvis, coming very, very close, but avoinding making contact. 

Laurie, who had been quiet as well, simply licked her finger and ran it in small circles under the head of my cock, making it twitch and giving her the giggles. 

Paige, who was the youngest of the squad also seemed to be one of the most imaginative. She held her hand just in front of my cock, close enough that I could feel the warmth against my cock, but not providing any stimulation. After what seems like an eternity, I pressed forward to make contact with her small hand. As if it was what she was waiting for, she pulled her hand away, sending the entire room into fits of laughter. Before moving on, Paige paused to take a small bow, which was met with a brief round of applause. 

Amy, leaned forward and whispered into my ear "Awwwwwww, poor thing." She hand surrounded my cock and gave it three firm, slow squeezes. 

As Karen approached, I could feel my cock leaking pre cum. Most of the girls were dressed and watching now. 

"Please, help me," I pleaded with Karen. 

"Help you?" she said louder that I would have liked. "Help you how?" 

"Like you did outside," I told her, my voice betraying my desperation. 

She smiled and slowly shook her head No. 

Her hand brushed my cock ever so gently, almost sending me into orgasmic convulsions. 

"You get dressed last," she said "and you ride with me to dinner." 

After everyone else was dressed, I was handed my clothes and they each watched as I put them on. 

It was going to be an interesting dinner.

Joining the Squad Ch. 2



The plan was to meet at the local pizza parlor. I was more than a little nervous, and I took my time getting ready to go and meet them, trying to process exactly what had happened. 

After I made a phone call to let me folks know I'd be missing dinner, I got in my car and drove to the pizza place. When I set foot in the door, they immediately called out to me, waving me over. A bevy of unbelievably gorgeous girls and I was the focus of their attention, I couldn't believe it. 

When I reached the table, Karen gave me a huge hug and a big kiss on the cheek, her beautiful lips pressing hard against me skin. I reached up to touch the spot where she had kissed and she stopped my hand. 

"Leave it," she whispered. 

I caught my reflection in the silver napkin dispenser, noticing a large pink lip print on my cheek. 

Everyone was chatting among themselves, laughing, giggling, making small talk, when I felt something tapping my knee. I looked up to see Kimber with her head bowed slightly, looking through her curly bangs, deep into my eyes as her foot slid along my thigh and into my crotch. She slid down in her chair, her foot stroking my cock as it grew harder and harder. 

I leaned back slightly and enjoyed the sensation. 

"37" the voice buzzed through the PA system. 

"Oh, that's us," Karen announced. "David, go get the food." 

My swollen cock was bulging in my pants. 

"Yeah David," Kimber hissed at me, smiling wickedly, "Go get the food." 

"But," I started to complain. 

They had all stopped talking, everyone of them looking at me, none of them smiling anymore. 

"OK, OK," I said, trying to adjust myself as I stood, but still having an obvious bulge in my pants. 

As I turned to walk to the counter, I heard them all burst into laughter. As I looked back, Karen was leaning across the table, giving Kimber a high five. 

When I picked up the pizza, the woman at the counter, pointed to her cheek, "You got a little something there, dear," she told me. 

"I know," I said, nodding, picking up the two large pizzas and carrying them back to the table. 

I sat back down and readjusted myself yet again, trying to get comfortable. 

I reached out to grab a slice and Karen slapped the back of my hand, "We'll say when," she chided, not looking at me. 

"Want a bite?" she asked, blowing on the tip of the slice. 

I nodded. 

She held it up to my mouth and as I leaned forward and opened my mouth to bite, she pulled it away, laughing. 

Two more times she held it up and pulled it away. All the girls were giggling. 

The next time, when she held it up I just held still. 

"Do it," she said sharply. 

I leaned forward, trying to bite the pizza slice, but again she pulled it away. 

This time, she put it to her own mouth and took a bite. 

"She, David," she teased, "it's easy." 

She finished the slice, all the way up to the crust, which she discarded back on the tray. 

I looked at her. 

"You can have it," she said. 

I picked up her crust and ate it. 

I noticed that Amy was doing the same, leaving her crust on the other tray. 

"Um, Amy," I asked softly, "May I have your crusts?" 

She smiled and giggled and nodded, pushing them to the far end of the tray so I could reach them. 

Kimber laughed, "I'll give you something crusty," she said, half serious, half joking. 

Her comment was met with a mixture of laughter, enthusiasm and "Ewwwwwwww"s from the other girls. 

"OK David," Karen started, "A couple of things. First, this is what it is always going to be like, OK? You understand? You get to hang out with us, but we are going to make fun of you. A lot." 

I nodded. 

"But you get to hang out with us and we want you to know, we really do like you. You are the one we picked. OK?" 

She lowered her head, so she could look into my eyes. 

"OK?" she asked. 

I smiled a little. "Yeah, OK." 

"Good," she said, pausing. 

"Now, every Friday and Saturday you have a date with one of us. We'll decide who. You just keep those nights open. You can always make suggestions about what to do, but mostly we'll decide." 

Again I nodded. 

"You are going to be the most popular boy in school, dating the whole squad." 

I smiled. 

"Now, for the hard part," a comment which drew giggles from the other girls, "How often do you jerk off, David?" 

"What!?!" I responded, "I don't, um, do that." 

Karen rolled her eyes, "Yes you do, all guys do. How often?" 

"Um, like once a month," I replied. 

"Stop it David," she said sternly. 

"Don't you ever lie to us. If we ever find out that you are lying to us, you are dead fucking meat. Understand?" 

I nodded silently. 

"I do it a lot," I said sheepishly. 

"More that once a day?" she asked. 

"Sometimes," I admitted. 

"Well, you can't do it anymore. I mean it, not at all." 

I nodded. 

"We are the only ones that can do that, understand?" 

"Yes," I told her. 

"We have to check everyday," she explained, sliding her hand inside my waistband and slowly snaking its way down to my cock and balls. 

As she wrapped her warm, delicate hand around my balls, she squeezed softly. 

"See, David, nice and full. If you jerk off, they'll feel different and we'll know." Her grip tightened, smashing my balls in her hand, "And like I said, Dead Fucking Meat." Her expression was deadly serious. 

I nodded quickly and furiously in agreement, resulting in a round of laughter as the rest of the table figured out exactly what Karen was doing. 

"Good, then we understand each other." 

I took a deep breath as she released me. 

"One last thing, David. We all expect to be invited over for dinner, to meet your parents, to just stop by and hang out, whatever. And of course, you'll be at all of the games. You even get to travel with us. We'll find stuff for you to do. Carry our pom poms, get us water, Gatorade, pretty much anything we need." 

Karen smiled sweetly, "That's it. Just do those things and anything else we say and we'll take very good care of you." 

"I'm stuffed," Kari interrupted. "Me too," Susan added. 

"David," Karen said directly, "You are taking Paige and Laurie home." 

I agreed. 

As Kari and Susan stood, they approached me, one behind the other. 

Karen's hand rested in my lap, slowly massaging my cock, as it grew harder and harder. 

Kari placed her hands on my cheeks and pressed her mouth against mine, giving me a deep, long, sloppy wet kiss, her tongue invading my mouth as I opened wider, passively accommodating her tongue. 

Susan followed with a more tender kiss, biting my lip, just hard enough to make me shiver all over. 

Karen's hand continued to work its magic, bringing me closer and closer to an impending orgasm. 

As she pulled back, I tried to follow Susan's lips, making her smile as she withdrew. 

Karen's hand would stop the minute my lips were no longer in contact with theirs. 

I was shifting uncomfortably in my seat, wanting her touch so badly. 

I moaned involuntarily, which seemed to please her. 

After three more kisses, I was on the very edge of coming, when I realized that Kimber was standing in front of me, smiling. 

Her brown, curly hair framed her gorgeous face. High cheekbones, big, brown eyes, and beautiful, large lips, lips I wanted so badly to feel against mine. Just looking at her had my cock throbbing. 

She leaned down and cupped my cheek in her hand, "Beg me to kiss you," she said flatly. 

"Please Kimber, God, please kiss me," I pleaded. 

She leaned forward, I could feel her hot breath on my mouth. 

I squealed in desperation and whispered, "please." 

She drew back and ran her tongue over her full, pouting lips making them glisten. 

She pressed toward me, our lips touching, just gently enough to feel her wet lips slide over my own. My back arched and I felt myself start to cum. I moaned loudly. 

Suddenly, I felt Karen's grip turn sharp. Her hand which had been stroking had now tightly circled itself around the base of my cock and her other hand had managed to find my balls, her thumb and forefinger circling around the top of them tightly. 

My cock started to twitch and pump, but her grip tightened, preventing release. The pleasure mixed with searing pain as I felt my orgasm cut off. She kept hold for what seemed like an eternity, while Kimber watched, smirking. 

"You need to get permission to do that," Kimber told me. "And you didn't even ask. Good thing Karen has a grip on the situation." 

Paige and Laurie were laughing. 

"Don't do that again," Karen commanded. 

"But, I I I" I stammered. 

"Don't do it again," she said, this time sounding deadly serious. 

I noticed that a large wet spot had formed on the front of my pants, making the idea of standing up mortifying. 

Karen announced her exit, and my request to just sit a while with Paige and Laurie was refused. 

We all got up and left. I walked out with Laurie on one arm and Paige on the other, and a large wet spot on the front of my pants. I was thrilled and embarrassed, both to the very core of my being. 

I suspected it was going to be an interesting ride home.



Joining the Squad Ch. 3



When we got to the car, Paige decide we could all fit in the front. Paige would sit on Laurie's lap, until we got to Laurie's house, which wasn't too far away. 

The two of them looked so adorable together. Clearly very close friends and in the state I was in, all I could think about was the two of them together. They were both so cute. 

The ride to Laurie's went quickly. 

When we got to her house, Paige got out of the car and Laurie leaned over and gave me a great big kiss. It started gently, but soon her hands were in my hair and she was passionately kissing me. 

There we were, making out in the front seat of my car. Her lips felt so good, making my cock ache and swell inside my pants. I was moaning deeply into her mouth as she kissed me. 

Finally, I reached up and took her head in my hands as well, kissing her back hard. 

When I did, she pulled back and wagged her finger in front of my face. "You don't kiss back, David." She was biting her lip, hiding a smile. "You just let me do what I want. And don't touch without permission. Got it?" 

I nodded. 

Laurie eased back out of the car and gave Paige a hug and kiss on the cheek, before heading across the lawn to her front door. 

Paige got back in and shut the door. 

"Did you like that David?" she asked, reaching over resting her hand in my lap. 

"Oh My, I can see that you did!" she said, laughing. 

She looked me in the eyes as she let her finger tap up and down on the tip of my hard cock. The sensation, even through my pants was having the desired effect, driving me crazy with stimulation. 

Now Paige moved closer, her hand still tapping me rhythmically. Her hair brushed against my face as she rested her head on my shoulder, her other hand rubbing sensually over my chest. 

"Me and the other girls," she asked, "do you ever think about us when you play with yourself?" 

My breathing was growing shorter as the stimulation increased. 

I nodded. 

"Awwww," she taunted, "that is so cute." 

"I bet after the game, lots of guys go home and jerk off thinking about us." 

I nodded again, now straining and writhing a bit, trying to press against her hand in time with her tapping. 

As I reached up to meet her hand, she pulled it away and stopped the touching. 

I let out a desperate whimper and whispered to her "Please, Paige." 

"Poor baby," she teased, "is Davey getting all frustrated?" 

I nodded and again, pleaded, this time more desperately, "Please, Paige." 

Now she was looking into my eyes. "Maybe after the game, Saturday. If we win, OK?" 

I lowered my head. "Who are we playing?" 

"David!" she snapped, "You are a cheerleader now, you should know who we are playing!" 

I looked down sheepishly. 

"Blessed Heart, David." 

"Weren't they state champs last year?" 

She bit her lip and smiled. "Yes, they were." 

"So we'll probably lose," I lamented. 

"David!" she said sharply, "That is no way for a cheerleader to talk!" 

Her hand returned to my crotch, slowly stroking me, "Or are you thinking about your little problem?" 

"Either way," she taunted, "You'll have a reason to cheer!" 

"Now," she told me, sitting back into the seat, "you need to get me home." 

I followed her directions to her house. 

She smiled sweetly at me, "Thanks for the ride, David. Before you leave I need to measure you." 

"Measure me?" I asked. 

"MmmmHmmm," she said, starting to unbutton my pants. 

Her hand slid under my waistband and cupped my balls. She held them firmly, squeezing lightly, making a mental note of things. 

"Now, David, I know you are going to feel an uncontrollable urge to go home and jerk off. I am telling you right now, don't do it." 

She reached into her backpack and pulled out a pen. Taking my hand, she wrote down a phone number on my palm. 

"This is my number. It is to the phone in my bedroom. If things get really bad and you feel like you can't handle it call me. Just not too late." 

Her pressed my palm to her mouth and kissed it, with a big wet, lingering kiss and started to get out of the car. 

Just before getting out, she turned back to me. "David, I want you to take me to a movie tomorrow night. Pick me up around 7:00 and I will figure out what we are going to see." 

She stood up and leaned back in to the car. "See you at practice tomorrow!" 

She blew me a kiss and shut the door. 

I drove home, my cock still swollen and aching. 

I knew it was going to be a long and tortured night and that it was only the first of many.



Joining the Squad Ch. 4



When I got home I went directly to my room. I was filled with a mixture of pure joy and total frustration. I was having the time of my life, but also I was feeling anxious, overwhelmed, and desperate, all because of eight beautiful girls who were taking delight in teasing me. 

As I got undressed, I could feel myself squirming inside, a feeling I had never really experienced before. I felt my cock grow. Not completely hard, but not soft either, with a tingling that seemed to run all through it, but not to be localized anywhere. I tried to get my mind off of it, but it was relentless. Finally, I reached down and touched it. 

The sensations I felt were unbelievable. Instantly, I grew hard in my hand and slowly I rubbed back and forth. It felt sooooooo good. Almost immediately I was ready to cum. 

"Girls be damned" I thought, "they'll never know." Just as I was about to cum, I looked down at my hand rubbing back and forth over my cock. Written on it was Paige's phone number. 

I stopped and thought about what she had said, her hand cupping my balls. 

I picked up the phone and dialed the number. 

After six rings, she picked up, her voice, soft and sweet. 

"Hello?," she answered in a hushed, breathy tone. 

"Paige? It's David," I said, sounding more eager than I wanted to. 

"Not already!" she said, giggling into the phone. 

"Already what?" I asked. 

"Is Daveywavy pwaying wiff his widdle pee pee?" she taunted. 

"Oh God," I whimpered into the phone. 

"Didn't I tell you not to do that, David?" she asked, more cooly. 

"Yes," I admitted. 

"And now look what happened. I want you to tell me how it feels, David," she instructed. 

"Well, it is all tingly, all over and when I touch it, it feels sooooo good. It makes me want to cum so bad, that I can barely stop myself." 

She laughed into the phone, "Well, then don't touch it." 

"Easy for you to say," I said softly. 

"Don't be sassy, David," she corrected. 

"It sounds to me like you have two choices, you can touch it and make things worse for yourself or you can be a good little boy and keep your hands off it, Right?" she asked. 

"Yes," I said. 

"Now keep your hands off of it, OK?" 

"OK," I responded. 

"It's funny you called, David. Because you know what I was thinking about?" she asked, her voice returning to a soft, breathy whisper. 

"No, what?" I asked. 

There was a long pause, filled only by her breathing, which was growing heavier and deeper. 

"I was thinking about getting my lips nice and wet and sliding them up and down the underside of your cock. Would you like that, David?" 

I let out a soft, involuntary eeep as my cock stiffened again. 

"Don't touch it, David," she warned. 

"Please, Paige," I whimpered, "I need to." 

"Do you like my lips, David?" she asked, ignoring my plea. 

"Yes, Paige, I think they are beautiful," I said, swallowing hard. 

She moaned into the phone, "I'm licking them David, getting them so slippery and wet." 

My breathing grew shallow and quick. 

"Sweet dreams, David," she said, "and remember, No touching." 

The line went dead as I whispered into the receiver, "Please Paige, please." 

Immediately I called her back, but the line was busy. 

It was taking everything in my power not to touch myself, but I knew that if I did I'd never stop and I knew that tomorrow, she'd check. 

For the next two hours, my cock throbbed and my balls ached. Every fifteen minutes I tried her line again, each time getting a busy signal. 

Finally, I climbed into bed, and tried to get some sleep. 

I couldn't stop replaying the day's events in my head and I couldn't get the image if Paige's soft, wet lips out of my mind. Finally, I drifted off. 

I was woken up by a very intense and painful erection at 5:30 in the morning. I ran my hand over it, nearly resulting in an orgasm. I was able to hold back by wrapping my fingers tightly around the base. and squeezing hard until the feeling subsided. 

I felt my balls, which were now swollen to what seemed like twice their normal size. They felt fulll and even the most gentle touch registered as an intense sensation, both a sharp pain and a long, deep aching. 

I set the shower to its coldest setting, and climbed in. The cold helped somewhat, relieving me of my erection and soothing my aching balls. When I climbed out to towel off I was shivering. 

I got dressed and went down stairs for breakfast. 

At breakfast I told my folks about my date. They asked a few questions but seemed both relieved and impressed when I told them it was with a cheerleader. 

"Are we going to get to meet her?" my Mom asked. 

I nodded and quickly finished breakfast, heading out early to school. Finally it was Friday, last day of the week. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I was actually excited about going to school. 

As I walked to my locker, I saw all of them standing outside of a classroom. 

As I approached, they all smiled and in a strange movement, surrounded me and drew me into their circle. 

It was all small talk, girl talk, shopping, boys, weekend plans and the like. Since we had a game Saturday, they were all in uniform, black and red little skirts, tight red sweaters, with a large D on their chests, each having their names embroidered on their Varsity letter. White socks and black and white shoes completed the outfit. 

"So what are you up to tonight, David?" Karen asked. 

"Oh, um, I'm taking Paige to a movie," I responded, causing some of them to nod and others to giggle. 

Paige smiled, looking very self-satisfied. 

The bell rang, breaking up the discussion. 

Karen ran her hand over my cheek as she started to turn away, "Remember, practice at 3:30." 

Paige took out her lip gloss and winked at me. I stared transfixed as she ran it over her beautiful lips, clearly for my benefit. As she pulled it away, my jaw lowered as I lingered on the image of her glossy, wet lips. 

As I passed her, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to a small alcove by the door. 

She reached down and touched my cock, now hard from watching her. She smiled and giggled. 

Then, as expected, her hand cupped my balls, through my pants, squeezing tightly. I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

She smiled at me and winked, "See ya at practice!" 

She turned and headed down the hallway. I could only imagine the smile on her face as she disappeared into the classroom. 

I held my books in front of my crotch to hide my erection and went to class. 

I didn't see any of them again until just before lunch when someone snuck up behind me while I was sitting at the table and covered my eyes. "Guess who?" she whispered into my ear. 

I recognized Paige's voice. 

She placed a folded up square of paper in front of me and without letting me see her. 

"Go to the bathroom, sit down in a stall and read the note," she whispered before walking away. 

I walked all the way across the building to the furthest bathroom, hoping for some privacy. I enter the bathroom, went to the furthest stall and opened the note. 

It had instructions: Take this paper and rub it up and down your pee pee until it leaks little dribbles. Then wipe them on the paper and give it back to me." Just below her handwritten instructions was a beautiful red lip print she had made by kissing the paper. Below it it read, "Just a little incentive!" followed by "Kisses, Paige." 

I lowered my pants and pressed the lip print against my semi hard cock and slowly rubbed it, thinking more and more about Paige. As I grew harder, I began to dribble pre cum, which I wiped on the paper as instructed. Just as I was about to cum, I stopped again and sat for nearly 15 minutes while my erection subsided, resulting in more pre cum oozing from my cock, which I gathered on the page. 

I rushed back to the lunch room and scoured the tables looking for her. 

Laurie saw me looking around and approached me, "Who ya looking for?" she asked. 

"Um, Paige," I said, "I have something for her." 

"Oh, the note," she said. 

I blushed, "How did you . . ." 

She interrupted, "Oh, please David. We all know." 

"You can give it to me, I'll see her next period." 

I handed her the note still blushing. 

"God," she taunted, her hand caressing my warm, blushing cheek, "that must have been humiliating." 

Looking at Laurie and the note, I nodded, wanting for the moment to burst into tears. 

But strangely they weren't tears of sorrow or even shame. I felt so profoundly humiliated, embarrassed and yet so cared for and valued. 

It was the way she was looking at me, the realization that I would do whatever they asked, even just for their amusement. And that was a kind of loyalty and dedication they hadn't ever had from their boyfriends in the past. 

There was a bond forming, not just with one or two of them, but all of them. I had become like a pet that they loved dearly, that they would take care of, control and dominate. 

And I didn't want it to stop. At that moment, I decided. I was theirs until the end.



Joining the Squad Ch. 5



For the remainder of the day, my cock and balls ached unbearably. All I could think about was the sensation of Paige's hand wrapped around my balls and her beautiful, gorgeous wet lips. 

Just before final period, I passed Susan in the hall. She was smiling, dangling a folded piece of paper between her thumb and forefinger. 

My eyes bulged as she said, loudly across the hall, "Nice note, David." 

Even though I know that no one knew what had happened, my mind spun cartwheels. Who had she told, did anyone else know? I blushed, wanting to hide. 

Susan came over, sensing my discomfort and gave me a hug, pressing into me in a way which was very subtle, but which was driving me crazy in my frustrated state. She pulled back slightly and bit her lip. She leaned over, her lips brushing my ear and whispered, "Next time you masturbate like that, I want to watch." 

She pulled back, her eyebrows raised, looking at me expecting an answer. 

I nodded, quickly and anxiously. 

She smiled and hugged her books to her chest. "See you at practice David." 

I felt like I was losing my mind. The frustration was driving me absolutely insane. For a split second, I considered turning around and beating my fists against the lockers behind me, for no other reason than that it might feel good to let it out, to vent and lose control. 

I just stood motionless, closed my eyes and breathed in long and deep. It was almost time for practice and I just had to last one more period until I would get to see them all. 

I fidgeted through the remaining hour and after putting my books away, rushed to the field. 

Before I could leave the building, I was stopped by someone calling my name. 

"David!" a call came from behind me. 

I turned around to see Susan standing beside the boy's room, dangling a piece of paper. 

I felt butterflies swarm in my stomach. 

"Come on David, I don't want to be late for practice," she said. 

I approached her and she opened the door, "make sure its empty." 

I walked in and checked the stalls. 

I called to Susan, "All clear." 

She walked in and looked around, somewhat amused. 

"Now show me," she said, handing me the paper. "I haven't been able to get the image out of my mind and I wanted to see it for myself." 

I looked down, unable to look her in the face. I took the paper from her and went to the far stall. She followed. 

I dropped my pants and sat on the edge of the toilet seat. 

I leaned back and closed my eyes, slowly stroking myself. 

"Smaller than I thought," she commented. Once I got hard, she corrected herself, "mmmmmm, that's better." 

"Look at me, David," she said. I shook my head. 

"Look at me!" she said, louder. 

I looked up, my cheeks flushed. 

She was leaning against the stall now. 

"Well," she said, "keep going. Just like you did for Paige." 

As I grew closer, I slowed my stroking, swallowing harder, breathing growing ragged. 

As the cum started to dribble out, I raised the paper up to wipe it. 

Susan bit her lip and tried to stifle a laugh. 

I whimpered, a combination of both my embarrassment and my desperate need to cum. 

I stopped stroking and as my cock soften slightly, more pre-cum leaked from it. 

Susan pointed, "Wipe it all up David." 

I did and she reached down and took the paper, folding it up and sticking it inside her skirt. 

I felt so humiliated, sitting on a toilet, while she watched me masturbate. 

Finally, she let out a burst of laughter, as if she had been holding it back the whole time. "I can't believe you just did that!" 

"Oh God, Susan, please," I pleaded, covering myself. 

"Nooooo," she said, smiling, "I think it's cute. I just can't believe you did it." 

"I'm so embarrassed," I said, looking away. 

"I can imagine," she said, doing nothing to ease my humiliation. 

"We better get to practice," she said, reaching out for my hand. 

I raised my hand to take hers and she scrunched up her face, "The other one," she said, with a smile that was so cute in killed me. "I mean," she tilted her head and mimicked me masturbating. My eyes teared up and I nodded. 

I stood, pulled up my pants and took her hand. 

We held hands all the way to the practice. As we walked, I felt so special. 

When we got to the field, all the girls were chatting. 

Susan pulled out the folded piece of paper and held it up. "I got my note!" she announced. 

They all giggled and applauded. 

I squirmed inside and pulled my hand from Susan's. Before I could, she squeezed it tightly, not letting me go. 

Just that simple act made me feel so trapped, so controlled, so owned. Not just by her, but by all of them. It also made my cock stiffen. 

"It was SO cute, you really should have watched, Paige," Susan added, making me blush deeper. 

Paige shrugged and smiled, "Oh, I'll make up for it tonight." 

The other girls collectively "Ooooooohed" at her comment, making me squirm nervously. 

Karen finally spoke, up, "Remember, we have a big game tomorrow. David," she said, pointing at the bench, "Sit." 

Susan let go of my hand and they all lined up on the field to practice. 

I watched them cheer for a half hour or so, my mind reeling as I would get shots of their crotches with every kick, not to mention their smiles, winks, and cute little poses. 

At the end of a cheer, they all twist around at the hips and look back at the audience over their shoulders. As the cheer ended, Kimber broke position and limped tenderly on her right ankle. 

"Oh Shit," she exclaimed, as she tried to hobble around on it. 

Karen came over to the bench and rummaged through her bag. 

"Damn," she said. 

She looked up at me, "David, this is just the kid of thing you should be doing. Take Kimber down to the locker room and tape her ankle." 

I nodded, for the first time actually feeling like I had a place with them. 

I walked over and helped Kimber off the field, her arm over my shoulder, she was clearly in pain. 

"It'll be OK," she told me. 

"Can you carry me, David?" 

I nodded, "I think so." 

I lifted her up into my arms, she arms wrapped around my neck, her injured leg sticking out, while her other one dangled over my arm. 

Down the hill and into the gym, I was starting to tire from carrying her. But I was also so damned excited. When we got to the locker room, I helped her sit on the bench. 

She looked at me. 

"Get undressed, David." 

"What!?!" I asked, genuinely shocked. 

"What don't you understand?" she shot back, not looking at me, "Get undressed." 

"But, but, but," I stammered. 

"Don't be an idiot, David. Just do it," she said, exasperated, "You can't wear clothes in here. Ever. Understand?" 

I nodded and disrobed. 

"Now, take off my shoe and sock. Gently," she emphasized. 

Very carefully, I untied her shoe and eased it off her foot. She inhaled sharply. 

Squatting as I was, I caught a whiff of leather and the smell of her sweaty sock. 

I slowly and gently peeled her sock off, her beautiful foot slowly revealed to me, coated in a very light layer of sweat. Her toenails painted a soft shade of pink. 

I just stared at her foot, adoring it. I held it softly in my hands. 

I looked up at her. 

She chuckled, "Wouldn't that make a great picture!" 

She handed me a roll of athletic tape. 

"Ankle first," she instructed. 

As I wound the tape around her ankle and over the top of her foot, I started to get hard, a reaction which did not escape her attention. 

Much to my amazement, wrapping her foot with such care, was incredibly erotic. 

"God, Kimber, you have the most beautiful feet," I confessed. 

She smiled and wiggled her toes. 

"It's good to know they can turn you on," she teased. 

"They do, like you have no idea," I continued. 

"You want to kiss them?" she asked, with a devilish tone. 

"It is all I can think about," I admitted. 

"Even when they are sweaty and stinky David?" she taunted further. 

I nodded, not looking up. 

"What was that, David? I couldn't hear you." 

"Yes," I said sheepishly. 

"Yes, what?" she asked, prodding me. 

"Yes, even when they are sweaty and," I paused and swallowed, "stinky." 

She picked up her damp sock and held it to my face. 

"You like this too, David?" 

I nodded again. 

"David?" she said impatiently. 

"Yes, I like it." 

She smiled and ran her hand over her taped ankle. 

"Not bad, David," she said as she slid her sock back on. "Now you won't have to take my place tomorrow night," she said, joking. "Now stand up." 

I did. 

"Now, I think it is only fair that I get to tape you," she said looking at me, reaching out to touch my still hard cock. 

"Only fair, right?" 

I closed my eyes and nodded. 

"Oh, wait! First . . ." she said, picking up a sharpie marker. 

She cupped her left hand around the back of my cock and wrote something I couldn't make out by the sensation along the underside of my cock. 

"There!" she said, smiling. 

"Well, I am not going to tape you like this," she said, resting her hand on the top of my cock, applying pressure, pushing it down. 

As she pressed, it hurt more and more. 

"Please, no, no, no," I protested, but she gradually kept pressing, making it ache. But at the same time, the strain and discomfort was forcing me to lose my erection. 

When I was mostly soft, she stopped and tore off a long strip of tape. Holding one end in her mouth, she looked up at me through her curly brown bangs. Slowly, she wound the strip around the length of my cock. Then she started winding the roll up and over the base of my cock and around my balls in a figure 8. I felt myself growing hard, straining against the tape. 

Kimber giggled as she watched. 

Sticking out of a narrow thin tube of tape was my large, swollen cock head. 

Kimber wet the tip of her finger and made little circles on the head of my cock, making me throb and ache uncontrollably. 

"Please," I begged, "take it off." 

"Nope," she said, pulling on my tender balls, "and don't you take it off either." 

"It hurts when I get hard, Kimber." 

She took her finger and tapped me on the forehead with each word, "Then," tap. 

"Don't," tap. 

"Get," tap. 

"Hard," tap. 

"Come on," she told me, "there is still a half hour left to practice." 

She watched while I got dressed. 

When I was dressed, she reached out to take my hand, just as Susan had. I put mine in hers and let her lead me. 

"Guess I'll have to get your note later," she said, laughing. 

"Yeah," I asked, "what is that all about?" 

Kimber said nothing, she just smiled and led me back to the field.



Joining the Squad Ch. 6



I watched the remainder of practice with the sensation of the tape constricting my cock and balls. It would throb, trying to get hard, only to be defeated by the tape which surrounded it. 

As the girls walked off the field, I walked over, somewhat awkwardly, to meet them. 

I caught up with Kimber and when I did, I quietly begged her to take the tape off. 

She smiled and put her arm around me. She wiped her forehead with a towel. 

"Sorry, David. The only one who can take it off is your date," she explained. 

"God please, Kimber, I don't want Paige to see my like this," I protested. 

She stifled a laugh, "Well, she's going to." 

"Please, Kimber, I feel ridiculous. Please take it off," I begged her, my voice cracking slightly. 

"You didn't feel so ridiculous when I was wrapping you up, now did you David?" she told me, her tone more serious now. "And the fact that Paige is going to laugh her ass off," she paused, "well, I find that amusing." 

She pulled me closer, as we walked and whispered in my ear, "Besides, deep down," she hissed, "I think you like it. The control, the humiliation, the bondage." 

I closed my eyes tight. 

"Don't you?" she asked. 

I nodded. 

"Say it," she snapped. 

"I like it." 

"Like what, David?" she asked, sounding innocent. 

"I like the control," I blushed slightly, "the humiliation," I continued, looking down, "and," I paused, "and the bondage." 

Kimber laughed and smiled, "Mmmmmmmm," she teased, "so do I." 

"I didn't know you liked bondage so much David," she added. 

"Oh God," I said, breathing in deeply. 

"Hey you guys," Kimber called out to the rest of the girls. "David just told me he loves bondage!' 

My eyes opened wide, not believing what just happened. 

She looked at me smiling, "Oh, I'm sorry David. Was that supposed to be a secret?" 

Karen chimed in, "So our newest member likes to be tied up?" 

I wanted to die. 

I turned beet red and looked down at the ground. 

"Kinky," Laurie added, giggling. 

I looked up and caught Paige's glance, she was biting her lip and staring at me, a hard, intense stare. 

Kimber smiled at me and tussled my hair, "Well, you said you liked the humiliation too." She shrugged her shoulders, winked at me and continued to walk toward the locker room. 

As we walked, each of the girls took turns teasing me about my desire to be tied up. 

Everyone, that is, except for Paige. 

When we got to the door, Karen stopped me, "You don't get to come in today." 

"Why not?" I asked. 

"Because you don't," she said, refusing to explain further. 

Paige smiled as she passed by, "Pick me up at 6:30. You are taking me to a movie and a late dinner. I'll decide where. If you are late, you'll be punished." 

I was still reeling from Kimber's announcement, and I just nodded. 

I stared blankly at the door, as I heard it lock shut from the inside. 

Dejected, I turned and went out to the parking lot, climbed in my car and headed home. 

When I got home it was almost 5:30, so I went about getting ready for the date. 

As I did, I would periodically get hard, or at least start to, as the tape would constrict me. 

I picked out a nice shirt and sweater and a pair of pants and began getting dressed. At 6:15 I headed off to Paige's. I got there on time, and rang the bell at exactly 6:30. 

Paige's mom answered the door, "Hi, you must be David." 

I smiled, "Yes, Hello. I'm here for Paige." 

"She's not ready," she told me, "care to wait in the living room?"

She led me into the living room, where I sat and waited for her, entertaining questions from her mother and father about where we were going, what we were going to see, where we'd eat, what time we'd be home. 

By the time she came down it was nearly 7:30. 

Her mother chided her gently, "Dear, it's rude to keep your date waiting." 

"Oh, he doesn't mind, Mother," she said, "Do you David?" 

"Oh, no. Not at all. It was nice to meet you both," I said as I stood. 

As we walked to the car, I took a breath and spoke, "Paige," I said, uneasily, "I have to tell you, I don't think I take this much longer." 

Paige smiled, and asked innocently, "Take what David?" 

"All the teasing, Paige. It is driving me crazy," I told her. 

I opened the door and let her in. Quickly I walked around to my side and got in as well. 

"You didn't do anything about that, did you David?" 

I looked at her puzzled. 

"I mean you didn't do anything stupid, like come without our permission, did you?" 

I shook my head. She seemed so serious. 

"Good," she said more lightly, a more playful spirit returning. 

"Put your hands on your head," she said, giggling. 

"What?" I asked, not sure I heard her correctly. 

"Put your hands on your head," she repeated, slowly and deliberately. 

When I did, she reached over and ran her hands along my thighs and up to my crotch. 

After a few minutes of rubbing, and my cock straining in its tape coccoon, her hands found my zipper and slowly lowered it. 

Her hand slid inside my fly and she stopped abruptly. 

"What the fuck?" she asked, pulling my taped up cock out of my pants. 

"David? What is this?" she asked. 

I bit my lip and swallowed. "Um, Kimber did it." 

Paige laughed hard. "Oh, she did, did she?" 

I nodded. 

"So you've been all taped up since practice?" 

Again I nodded. 

She let her fingernail slip underneath the tape, right near the head and slowly peeled it back. 

I gasped as the sticky tape tugged at the skin of my cock. 

"How does that feel coming off, David?" 

"It's so sticky, Paige, I am afraid it is going to make me cum." 

"Better not, David," she chided, as she pressed the tape back against my cock and then very slowly peeled it again, making me twitch and squirm. 

"Paige," I pleaded, "I can't, I can't, please." 

Off and on, off and on, off and on, over and over again until the tape grew less sticky. Paige put her finger tip in her mouth and then lowered it to the spot on my cock she had been tormenting. Slick with spit, she rubbed it very quickly bringing me instantly to the edge of orgasm. 

She stopped just before I came, and pinched the tip of my cock shut. 

"Now, David," she said in a mock serious tone, "Behave yourself." 

I closed my eyes and whispered, "Yes, Paige." 

Now she began slowly unwrapping the tape, making sure I felt every second of it. 

"This isn't fair," I protested desperately. 

"No, it really isn't," she agreed. 

As the last of the tape was removed, Paige let loose with a burst of laughter. 

"Kimber!" she shouted. 

I looked down, and written along the length of my throbbing cock were letters, running from top to bottom. 

H 

I, 

P 

A 

I 

G 

E 

! 

Paige looked at me, deep in the eyes, "Isn't that sweet of her?" She bit her lip and looked devilishly at me, "Maybe I oughta write her back. What do ya think?" 

"Please," I begged. 

"Please what, David?" Paige interrupted, "You seem to forget, it isn't yours anymore. It is ours. That is our toys. If we want to wrap it up in tape or write all over it, that is our business. Understand?" 

I nodded. 

"Say it," she demanded. 

"It is yours," I said weakly. 

I looked down again at my hard cock, with the message to Paige spelled out on it. 

"Believe me," she said, smiling, "You don't want me to to try to rub it off." 

Paige gave a long lick to the palm of her hand and wrapped it around my cock. 

"Drive," she instructed. 

"But," I paused. 

"But what?" she asked, her hand making gentle gliding motion up and down the shaft, causing me to inhale sharply. 

"Hands on the wheel and drive," she said. 

I started the car and followed her directions, as she alternatively stroked and squeezed, periodically taking breaks to remoisten her hand. 

As we pulled up the restaurant, Paige asked, "Hungry?" 

I nodded. I looked at her, my lip quivering, unsure of how to ask her for what I needed. 

As her hand withdrew from my cock, I involuntarily followed her, raising my hips, causing her to squeal in fits of laughter. 

She looked back at me, and saw a tear running down my cheek. 

"Awwww," she said, looking at me directly, "This isn't funny to you, is it?" 

I shook my head. 

"David," she said, her eyes wide, peering into my soul. "We all love you. We do." 

I smiled. 

"But that doesn't mean we aren't going to torture the shit out of you." 

I closed my eyes and rested my head back. 

"Don't you get it, David? I am getting off on doing this to you. We all are." 

She smiled and brushed my cheek, "And now that we've found you, there is no way we are going to let you go." 

She scooped the tear from my cheek and licked her finger. 

"Truth be told, David," she said pointedly, "I don't think you want us to let you go." 

She paused, letting the words sink in. 

"Do you?" she asked again. 

"No, I don't," I admitted. 

"But, but, but I need to . . ." I stammered. 

She put her finger to my lips. "Don't mess up such a sweet moment by begging, cutie. Let's get some food." 

Her hand lovingly stroked my cock, before forcing it back inside my pants, and zipping the fly. 

I took a minute to collect myself, before joining her on the sidewalk. 

"This is my favorite place," she said, smiling as she took my arm. Anyone who was looking on, would have no idea that this date was anything other than perfectly normal. 

The reservations were in her name and we were seated immediately. 

As we sat down, Paige teased, "Now, David, be a good boy and keep your hands up where I can see them." 

I smiled and laughed a little nervously. 

"I'm not kidding," she added, "hands on the table." 

I blushed. 

She giggled, "Awww, did that embarrass you, David?" 

I nodded. 

She smiled as the busboy filled our water glasses. 

As he left, I reached for my water. 

"David!" Paige snapped. 

I stopped, looking at her confused. 

"You didn't ask." 

"What?" I started, my head reeling. 

"Ask what?" 

"Permission," she said. 

"To drink a glass of water?" 

"Yes." She said matter of factly. 

"Please Paige, may I have a drink of water?" I asked her, partly annoyed and partly embarrassed. 

"Nooooo" she mouthed, mockingly. 

"Why not?" I asked. 

She shrugged and picked up her menu. 

"Paige!" I said a little bit louder. 

She lowered her menu. 

"I'm really thirsty," I explained. 

"I know," she said, looking at me, as if I were to say something further. 

Her eyes opened wider, and she tilted her head slightly, just staring at me, waiting for a reply. 

I couldn't think of a thing to say and lowered my eyes. She raised her menu again and I did the same. 

As I read over the choices, I grew more and more uncomfortable as I began to realize what was happening to me. 

I lowered my menu again, "Are you going to let me order?" 

She lowered her menu and smiled, "Well, David, that depends on what you want." 

"Can I have the steak?" I asked, hopefully. 

"No, David," she said. 

"Why not?" I asked. 

"Because I don't want you to have it," she said. She adjusted herself in her chair, pulling it closer to the table. A few seconds later, I felt her foot, slowly sliding up my leg, finding its way into my crotch. 

"Oh No," I said, without thinking, exasperated. 

"Oh yes!" she replied, smiling wickedly. 

Her foot rubbed all around my cock, joined by her other foot, the two of them working in unison to tease me. 

"Unzip, David," she instructed, loud enough that I was sure everyone heard. I reached down and quietly pulled the zipper down. 

"I want you to take this as long as you can, David. Understand? The longer you go, the happier you'll make me, OK?" 

I nodded. 

"You need to let me know when you can't stand it anymore, when you can't hold back, OK? I want you to say, hmmmm, let's see," her feet slid inside my pants, sliding her nylon covered toes all over my stiffening cock. "Say 'Hi! Paige' just like Kimber did." 

I blushed and felt my cock twitch. She responded with a giggle. 

She watched my face as her toes and soles slid all over my cock, my hands were grabbing at the table cloth, while I held off as long as I could. 

I grew closer and closer and closer and finally, I let out a series of "Hi Paige"s one after the next. Her foot linger just a second longer than I thought I could stand, but I managed to hold back. 

"Hi David," she whispered as the waiter asked us if we were ready. I whimpered as she smiled at me.