0 comments/ 70189 views/ 7 favorites The Exchange Student Ch. 2 By: Shattered Mirror Thank you SO MUCH for all the email and kind words. I am sorry this story took so long to churn out for you fine folk but I simply haven't had the time to write lately. If you haven't read Part 1 yet, I'd encourage you to do so for a more complete (and hopefully pleasurable) experience. For those of you that have already read Part 1, continue and enjoy… * * * * * The incessant blaring of his alarm clock brought Jim abruptly to consciousness from a dreamless slumber. He reached for the clock blindly and only succeeded in knocking off the nightstand to the carpet beside his bed still loudly bleeping. He groaned and opened his eyes to the harsh morning sunlight streaming in between the partially open blinds. Leaning over the edge of the bed he grabbed the alarm clock and tapped the off button sighing in relief when the piercing sounds finally ended. The events of the previous night came flooding back to him and he bolted upright suddenly to see if it had been only a dream or if he Alexa really had… The question was only partially formed in Jim's mind when he lost his balance completely and fell over the bed dragging the sheets completely off with him and landing painfully on his shoulder. Accustomed to his own clumsiness he was hardly surprised when he found himself staring at the ceiling in fact he hardly noticed since his thoughts were focused on the amazing sex he had the night before. Though now he was beginning to doubt if it had actually happened or if it had been yet another wet dream. He'd had his share of those even before Alexa, the breathtakingly beautiful exchange student had moved in with his family. Fearing the worst, he slowly peeked over the edge of the bed and sighed heavily when he found himself alone in the room. Had it all been just a dream? Was it a wild hallucination brought on by excessive fantasizing and sleep deprivation? "But it was so real…" he mumbled to himself. He could still feel the hot wet embrace of Alexa's body, the undeniably vivid images of their bodies locked in passion. He gathered himself up in a bundle of sheets and grimaced at the very obvious cum stains. "Well, I guess it's laundry time again." He trudged over towards the bathroom swaddled in the sheets, dejected. The knob to the bathroom door clicked in his hand. It was locked. "What?" He said to himself in confusion. "Oh, I'm sorry Jim. I'm used to locking the door in my own bathroom." Alexa's muffled voice came from behind the door. Jim stood there holding the knob in shock. "It wasn't a dream!!" he exclaimed loudly. The lock clicked softly and the door opened. "Of course not," Alexa stood in the doorway, a towel wrapped under her arms. "Did you not remember?" "Well, I ah…" Jim stammered in embarrassment, "its just that I…I can't believe that you would actually, you know..." "I would what?" she asked with a smirk. "You know…be interested in me." Jim was red now and fidgeting. "You mean fuck you." "Well, I would say -- yeah that -- but you know I -- well I wouldn't use that word…" he trailed off realizing how ridiculous he sounded. "There's nothing wrong with that word, Jim. That's what we did last night; we fucked. And you did pretty good for your first time." "Well, I just feel funny talking to you like that. You know, it's embarrassing." "Silly boy." She giggled and grabbed the bunched up sheets dragging Jim into the steamy bathroom. The water was running and steam misted out of the open glass doors. Alexa's body was already glistening as the steam condensed on her skin in little beads. "Now we will see how you like being the one watched." "Are you kidding?" Jim blurted out. He tried to hang on to the sheet as she tugged it away and tossed it unto the overflowing hamper. Suddenly, he felt very self-conscious and began to wonder what he had gotten himself into. He covered his limp penis with both hands and tried not to feel silly standing naked in Alexa's piercing gaze. "Get into the shower, Jim. I want to watch you." "No I can't do this, it's embarrassing." "Do you want me to tell your dirty little secret…" she let the sentence trail off. "You wouldn't. Not after last night." "Really? Would you like to test that theory?" This was said evenly but there was no malice in Alexa's tone. This time, Jim noted that and began to think that she had no intention of telling on him but didn't really want to find out if she would or not. He stood there for a moment considering his options and then stepped into the tub. Alexa smiled. Jim mentally shrugged then reached down and squirted some lotion over his flaccid dick. After a few moments of silence, he stopped rubbing himself and looked up at Alexa. "Uhm, nothing happening. You're making me nervous." "Would you like some inspiration?" Alexa sighed as she dropped the lid on the toilet and sat down. She took hold of her towel and cocked her head for an answer. "Uh, yeah. That might help, though this still feels weird." "Well, that's not exactly fair since you've had free shows since I got here but I'm in a good mood so let's have some fun. Besides, we don't have much time before we have to leave for school." With that she dropped her towel freeing her large breasts and spread her legs slightly so that the towel fell to the floor. Little drops of lotion splashed off Jim's cock as it grew in his hand. He groaned as it throbbed to life and began long slow strokes as he gawked at Alexa's unabashed nudity. She smirked at his sudden interest and cupped her heavy breasts relishing the tingles of pleasure from her pink nipples rubbing against the palms of her hands. She began to breath a bit faster and sweat mingled with the condensed steam running in little rivulets down her body. She looked on as Jim continued to pump his fist up and down over his now rigid member watching her own ministrations. Alexa closed her eyes and tilted her head back teasing herself with her fingers and the knowledge of Jim watching her and jerking off noisily a few feet away. She was enjoying this a bit more than she had intended to but she had to admit she found Jim's awkwardness and innocent sexuality endearing and even exciting. She decided then that she would help him discover himself. Make him into the man that her instincts told her he could be. And if she enjoyed herself in the process, well that would be just icing on the cake now wouldn't it? She sighed as her pussy began to lubricate. She slipped a finger in between the folds of her pussy lips and moaned softly. Jim stroked himself quickly and felt the rush of adrenaline course through his body as his pleasure built up slowly. Alexa's moans were exciting and teasing but his hand was a poor substitute now that he had experienced the writhing muscles of her body. Every time he felt himself getting closer to a climax, his thoughts turned to the masturbating blonde a few feet away and he faltered, wishing that he were plowing her depths instead. After a little while he heard Alexa whimper softly as she came over her fingers. He felt himself harden even more but was no closer to coming. There was a short pause where the only sound was Alexa's heavy breathing and the slurping sound of Jim's pumping fist. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Jim, you're still hard." "I – ahh – haven't cum yet. It's just not the same anymore." "Do you need help? We need to leave for classes soon." "Yeah, I guess." Jim shrugged feeling a bit self-conscious with his rampantly hard dick waving in the air, dripping lotion. He stepped back in the shower as Alexa padded towards him and stepped into the stream of falling water. She smiled wanly and turned letting the steaming water cascade over her voluptuous curves. Then she took his cock in her hand, which was slippery with her own warm juices and slowly squeezed until it throbbed almost painfully. Jim stretched out and attempted to hold her slim waist but she shrugged out of his reach. He leaned back against the wall puzzled. "Uhm, what do you want me to do?" "Just relax. Let's do something different, this time, okay?" With that, she knelt in front of him, still alternating between squeezing and releasing his rigid cock. Her hand was soft and slippery with lotion and with each squeeze he felt himself harden. Since she wasn't stroking him he began pumping himself up and down in her hand, fucking her closed fist while bracing himself on the shower wall. She let go of him and he looked down and watched as she moved closer and brought her breasts up on either side of his shaft. He moaned loudly as she enveloped him between her upraised breasts and began to bob up and down so that the head of his dick with just touch her lips on each down-stroke. Her breasts were warm and slippery from the falling water and her open mouth was almost hot on the mushroom head of his wildly thrusting cock. He leaned further back and began to breath harder and pump faster relishing the rush of sensations as his penis rubbed through the wet valley of her breasts and into her waiting mouth. Alexa then began to suck sloppily at his cock each time it reached her lips. "Ohh…mmm, I'm going to come soon…" Jim groaned. He could feel Alexa's breasts like a warm valley all around his pumping cock and her hardened nipples tracing little lines on the his thighs and groin. Saliva and pre-cum dripped from Alexa's bobbing mouth as she sucked even more enthusiastically, bringing him to the edge. "Cum for me, Jim...cum all over me…" Alexa's voice was husky and low. She looked up at him expectantly and sucked his meaty head into her mouth. Jim tensed and his whole body went rigid. She felt his cock tremble in her mouth and let it out with a plop just as gush after gush of jism began to rage out of it's turgid length. White streamers crisscrossed her face and chest as Jim let out a strangled gasp of pleasure before going weak in the knees and nearly toppling over. Alexa took his wavering penis in her hand and milked it slowly and gently unto her pouting lips sliding the now overly sensitive head over the softness of her mouth and cheeks and spreading his cum over her face. "Mmmm…did that feel good, Jim?" She smiled up at him and curled her tongue slowly over her lips. "Uhm, yeah, I would have to say yes." "Good. No let's get showered and ready for class shall we?" With that she stood, stepped under the shower and starting washing off. Jim shrugged after a moment and rinsed himself then hopped out and toweled himself off. "You know something Alexa?" He said as he wrapped the towel around his waist and tried to decide whether he was going to get dressed or continue ogling the blonde beauty showering a few feet away. "Yes, Jim?" "I was wondering, isn't Romanov a Russian name?" "Actually, it is. My father is a Russian diplomat. He met my mother at a United Nations reception. They were only together for a few years before they divorced and my mother moved back home to Hella, Iceland. It's a beautiful place near the southern end of the island. I've spent my life alternating between my father's home in upstate New York and staying with my mom at her place in Hella." She shut off the water and stepped out of the steaming shower stall in a towel. "That explains why your English is so good." Drinking in her lithe form as she dried herself off and walked out of the bathroom. "Yes, I suppose that came from all the political functions and parties my dad dragged me to. I still have a bit of an accent though." "I think it makes you exotic." "Exotic? You're funny, Jim. The girls must go crazy over you." "Are you kidding? Have you seen me? I'm such a dork and every time I even try to talk to a girl all that comes out is nervous nonsense." He pulled a shirt of his desk and pulled it on. Alexa sat on the edge of his bed and crossed her long legs. "You know, with a haircut and a modest makeover I think you'd be adorable." Alexa was starting to feel a project forming here. Jim looked at her skeptically and shrugged as he began to gather up his books. She stood and opened the door to go get dressed. Jim watched her walk out and then shook his head in disbelief. "No one is going to believe this," he muttered softly to himself as he threw on a coat and bounded out of his room grinning like a madman. ~~~ The bus groaned to a halt beside the curb and Jim hopped in with a beaming smile and smoothly flicked a few coins into the machine before sauntering to the back. He noticed Jennifer sitting in her usual seat and flashed a smile without even thinking about it just as Alexa stepped up into the bus. Jennifer smiled back though her brows knitted in a puzzled look before turning away. His gaze linger a few seconds longer, just long enough for Alexa to catch that look of longing and desire. She smiled to herself and quietly began to hum to herself as she found a seat and settled in for the ride to school. Later that day, Jim was stuffing his books into his locker right before lunch when he noticed a pair of white sneakers step up behind the locker door. At first he didn't know what to do. There was obviously someone standing right behind the door and facing him and he was terrified that some girl might want to poke fun at him or maybe she was at the wrong locker and she would get all embarrassed or even worse, maybe there was a girl standing not a foot away who actually wanted to talk to him. His heart pounded and he felt his throat knot up as he gingerly placed the last textbook into the top shelf of the locker and pretended to be looking for something hoping the shoes would disappear. Instead, they rocked impatiently from heel to toe squeaking on the waxed floor. Jim took a deep breath and closed the door and found himself face to face with Jennifer Richards, captain of the cheerleading squad. "Hi Jim!!" Her voice was vibrant with energy. She had her hands clasped behind her back and was still rocking on her heels playfully. She stood about 5'2" in her blue and white cheerleader's uniform. Her darkly tanned and well-muscled legs contrasted with the immaculate white of her ankle socks and short white skirt. "Uhm, hi…Jennifer." Jim was almost dizzy with nervousness. He tried to maintain eye contact but his gaze kept shifting away out of reflex. "What's up?" He managed to gulp out without stuttering. "Well, gee, I wanted to thank you for your offer." Her brown locks were pulled back tightly in a high ponytail. She smiled flashing a dazzling row of pearly whites and Jim struggled not to swoon. She was an exquisite example of feminine form and strength, her arms and legs were taut and well defined from years of drills and aerobatics. Her softly bronzed skin was smooth and soft but rippled with gentle muscle curves as she moved. "Oh yeah, the offer…" he trailed off trying to figure out what she was talking about and afraid at the same time that this was all a mistake and she would take off and end this one conversation they had ever shared. "You know, to help me out in my AP Math course. I got your note." Her breasts bounced a bit as she shrugged her backpack off and unzipped a pocket pulling out a folded piece of paper. "So how about tonight? I can come over about 8 o'clock or so." Jim floundered a moment and then quickly recovered, "…okay, yeah okay that sounds good." "Cool. See ya then." She shouldered her backpack and strode off down the corridor disappearing into the milling students. Jim stood for a long moment looking in the direction she had walked and then shrugged at the strange turn of events. He closed his locker and took off with nervous thoughts of how he was going to get his room cleaned up in such a short time. Around the corner, Alexa smirked as Jennifer skipped past her into gymnasium. ~~~ Steam filled the nearly empty shower room fogging all the mirrors in the adjoining locker room. Alexa trailed her fingers lightly over the locker doors feeling the cool metal beneath the condensing mist. Two other girls were just closing their lockers and preparing to leave. She padded past them softly and headed towards the shower stalls. Back to the wall, she watched them leave and then stepped into the white haze. Jennifer had walked in 15 minutes earlier and hadn't left yet. It was the end of the day and the showers had already emptied out as the last cheerleading squad and soccer team girls headed home for the day. Alexa peered into the steamy miasma trying to see if Jennifer was still there. She heard the squeak of sneakers on the hard concrete floor and held her breath. Shrinking back into the space between the last locker and the wall, she was virtually invisible in the hazy shower area. A moment later, Jennifer strolled into view. Still partially clothed, she was shrugging out of her squad captain uniform. Her breasts were not as generous as Alexa's but they were full and perfect on her smaller frame. She unclasped her bra and tossed it into her locker after a quick glance around. She stepped out of her white cotton panties and wrapped a towel around herself as she walked towards the empty showers. Alexa padded softly after her and settled into another corner that gave her a nearly unobstructed view of the stall Jennifer had chosen. The streams of hot water were soothing on Jennifer's sore muscles and she groaned softly as she felt the taut muscles relaxing and loosening. She liked having the showers to herself. The hazy steam wrapped her like a comforting blanket and gave her a few moments of privacy in an otherwise extroverted life. Being captain of the cheerleading team meant that she was popular and admired by many of the boys in the school. She was athletic, good looking and intelligent hence the three AP classes she was in. While not an A student consistently, she did apply herself diligently to her studies with as much fervor as her relentless training with the squad. This all translated to a very busy life leaving little place or time for a boyfriend. Although there was certainly no shortage of offers, she maintained a cool approach with most boys. Besides, she found them often obnoxious and arrogant, especially the football players. At eighteen and a half years of age, Jennifer Richards was a virgin. This presented a unique frustration for her because she was most definitely interested in sex. A healthy sex drive burned within her and yet she couldn't bring herself to hop into bed with the lousy choices of partners she had met so far. In fact, the only person that she'd felt a modicum of interest in was that quiet, somewhat goofy boy Jim that rode the bus with her every morning. It was obvious that he had a crush on her and he was nice, smart and most definitely not a sweaty football player. Okay yes, he was a bit of a clumsy wimp from what she had seen so far but he was adorable in a foolish sort of way. With a little makeover, maybe… "I wonder if he's finally got the nerve to talk to me. I mean, that note was the bravest thing he's done in the past four years," she mumbled to herself as she rinsed out the shampoo in her dark brown hair. She cupped her breasts in her hands and gently hefted the globes of firm flesh feeling her nipples harden under the falling water. Her hands flowed over her tanned skin leaving tingling trails of soap bubbles. She looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching before letting her fingers drift between her muscled thighs. Alexa shifted slightly from one foot to the other feeling a moistening between her legs. "Gee, the cheerleader girl is pretty horny," she thought to herself. She watched for a few more minutes as Jennifer furtively fingered herself. She was well built, Alexa had to admit and having never had any interest in other girls she was finding this scene quite stimulating and erotic. Now she began to understand the allure of voyeurism and how Jim had fallen victim to it. Jennifer's eyes were closed and her legs began to buckle as she neared an orgasm with one hand between her legs and the other stroking her soapy breasts. The Exchange Student Ch. 2 A new plan forming in her mind, Alexa decided now would be the time to step in. She grabbed a towel and walked towards the stall Jennifer was in. Hearing the footsteps, Jennifer opened her eyes and quickly pulled her hands away from their intimate caresses. "Oh!! I didn't know anyone was here…" she exclaimed turning bright red with embarrassment. Alexa merely smirked and tossed her the towel. "That's alright, I enjoyed the show." "Oh my goodness, I'm so embarrassed. You won't tell anyone, will you?" Jennifer said as she wrapped the towel around her still soapy body. "Well, I don't know," Alexa smirked as she looked over Jennifer's smaller and very naked frame. She stepped forward until she was pressing against the cheerleader's firm breasts. She could feel Jennifer's nipples jutting out from beneath the wet towel. "I'll think about it." Alexa brought her hands up and cupped the smaller girl's breasts. Jennifer sucked her breath in sharply as Alexa gently rubbed up against her. Confused by the erotic and heady sensations she stepped back against the wall in an attempt to gain some space. Instead, Alexa stepped forward pressing up against her until Jennifer could feel the tall blonde's hot breath on her neck. "What…what are you doing?" she said in a trembling voice. Alexa brought her lips within a centimeter of Jennifer's. "Shhh…relax." She let one of her hands drop to Jennifer's leg and massaged the soft skin of her inner thigh. Jennifer moaned softly and almost involuntarily tilted her leg outward allowing Alexa's hand to drift higher, pushing aside the wet towel. "Alexa…mmm. What are you--?" "Shush, just relax." Alexa brought her hand up between Jennifer's legs cupping her full pussy-lips. She felt a sticky warmth flow over the palm of her hand accompanied by Jennifer's sharp intake of breath. Gently, she rocked her hand back and forth spreading the slick juices over the cheerleader's mound. Jennifer closed her eyes and lolled her head backwards luxuriously. Alexa watched, intrigued both by the cheerleader's reaction to her advances and the effects of her touch. She could feel the nub of Jennifer's engorged clitoris rubbing over her open palm and continued stroking her now lubricated hand back and forth. "Oh my…" Jennifer moaned out in a rising pitch. She brought her hands up Alexa's back and hugged herself to the taller blonde without thinking about it. The sensation of someone else touching her was nearly overwhelming, so different from her own masturbatory moments, so much more intense. At first, the shock and embarrassment of Alexa's presence had startled her but now those emotions heightened and blended into the sensuality of the blonde exchange student's caress. Jennifer hugged Alexa tightly and began humping her hand as she felt the beginnings of a powerful climax building within her. Alexa could feel the quivering of Jennifer's thigh muscles and sensed the impending orgasm only a few moments away. Smiling to herself, she let her hand fall away from the cheerleader's well-defined thighs. Jennifer's eyes flew open and her moans stopped abruptly. "What? Oh, why did you stop?" The disappointment and confusion was obvious in her pleading gaze. "Get dressed, Jennifer," Alexa said softly. "It's getting late and Jim mentioned you were coming over tonight. I think he would be really disappointed if you didn't show up." "Jim? Oh my, I can't go study with him like this. I'm aching to cum now, I'm so close." She reached out to take Alexa's hand, unashamed of her need and clearly unaware of how vulnerable she appeared. Her eyes were glazed with desire but Alexa merely pulled away. "Later. After you and Jim are done studying, ask him if you can sleep over with me." "But…I can't go…like this. I'm –" Jennifer began to protest, but Alexa was already turning the corner and gone. The cheerleading captain plopped down on the shower floor frustrated. "Hurry up, Jennifer. I'll wait out here while you get dressed." Alexa's voice floated back to her. After a moment of hesitation, Jennifer shrugged and hauled herself to her feet and began toweling off. ~~~ Ding Dong. The doorbell rang out startling Jim. He surveyed his room one last time. Everything was neat and orderly, tucked in and stacked like it should be and definitely not like its normal chaotic state. He had just stepped out of a frantic shower and found that the only clean clothes in his room were a pair of basketball shorts and an old T-shirt. Aside from that, things were working out better than he had expected. He had gotten home a bit less than an hour before just in time to catch his parents on the way out to a benefit dinner. His mother had mentioned that they wouldn't be back until late and that Alexa had offered to take care of dinner. As his parents drove off, Jim had quickly checked the house and determined that Alexa hadn't come home yet before dashing off to his room to clean it up for Jennifer's visit. As he turned to walk out the door, he sniffed and noticed that the air was still a bit musty from the dirty laundry and sweat soaked sheets from the night before. Lacking a better option, he grabbed a bottle of cheap cologne sitting on the hutch of his desk and sprinkled drops liberally over the bed and carpeting. Ding Dong. The doorbell rang again. Catching himself nearly stumbling over the last step of the stairway, he opened the door a bit out of breath. He managed a nervous smile as Jennifer stepped inside clutching two textbooks to her chest. She was wearing a white long sleeve sweater and faded blue jeans that hugged the alluring curves of her legs tightly. "Hi Jim," she flashed a smile. He gulped a bit and tried to quell the nervous wave of inadequacy that washed over him. Jennifer was beautiful and she seemed flushed with an unusual excitement. "Uhm, hi Jennifer." He mumbled softly and mostly to the floor. "Come on in." Her white sneakers squeaked on the hardwood floor as she shifted her weight anxiously. Jim closed the door and held out his hands for her books and was surprised when she opened her arms and hugged him. "Thanks so much for being so nice and offering to help me out…" The fact that she had mistaken his intention was quickly lost in the aroma of her hair and the firm flesh of her breasts pressing against his chest. He tried to cock his leg to one side as he felt his penis swell in response to her embrace but it was already growing up and to the right between their bodies. "No problem, really. It's nothing." He cringed as his penis pushed up against her stomach. He hoped she wouldn't notice. Oh please, oh please. "Well, it still is sweet that you offered to –" her voice cut off abruptly. Jim tried to get himself under control but only succeeded in making his engorged member throb noticeably. He closed his eyes and blushed deep red as Jennifer backed away from him. There was a moment of silence and when Jim opened his eyes he found Jennifer staring at his crotch with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. He followed her gaze down to his shorts that were tented at an absurd angle by his stubborn erection. Without any underwear to contain it, the meaty column was bobbing beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. "Is that what I think it is, Jim?" Jennifer's voice broke the awkward silence. "Gee, Jennifer. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Jim said and tried to cover himself to maintain some sort of dignity. "That's okay, I guess. I just didn't expect it, that's all. Uhm, do you wanna go upstairs or study in the living room?" She replied still eyeing his swaying shorts. "Well, I thought upstairs would be easier since I have a desk we can work on." Eager to change the subject, Jim started walking upstairs silently berating himself for appearing so foolish. The next hour or so passed by quickly as they poured over Jennifer's notes and laughed about how they had never talked before even after seeing each other everyday for nearly four years. Much to Jim's chagrin, he noticed that every now and then Jennifer would glance at his crotch as if checking on its current status. While he thought this was because she was put off by his lack of control earlier, in reality Jennifer was having trouble thinking of anything else. While she tried to concentrate on the formulas they were working on, her thoughts kept drifting to the throbbing she had felt against her belly earlier. The arousal from the showers began to flare up even more passionately the more she tried to shut it out. The hairs on her neck and arms stood up and tingled in the cooler night air. Her nipples were hard nubbins behind the constraints of her brassiere and each time she moved, the friction of material over her breasts set off little starbursts of pleasure that she found harder and harder to hide. Then, much to her mortification she felt a warm dampness flow into her jeans as her juices began to seep out of her. Out of the blue, she blurted out, "Is it always like that?" "I'm sorry, what?" Absorbed in the problem they had just started, Jim didn't think he heard right. And if he did hear right, was she going to leave now? "Your, uhm, thing. Is it always like that? You know, sticking out." She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. And now she felt a bit silly. Of course it wasn't always like that. Basics of Biology class had only been two years ago. "I mean, why were you – ahh, erect?" Okay. May as well come clean, Jim thought to himself. "Well, because of you." "I turn you on, you mean?" Jennifer's voice was even but there was a hint of relief. "Yeah, you're gorgeous. That's why I've always felt nervous around you." Jim felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off him as that admission came out. Finally, it was said after so many years. And the relief was so great it seemed that it almost didn't matter if she stood up and left right then and there. But she didn't. Instead, she smiled and closed her book. And Jim resolved to devoutly thank his lucky, lucky stars at the earliest opportunity. "Jim?" His name was like honey on her tongue as she slid unto his lap. "Uhh, yes?" His voice was trembling in anticipation but steadied as the warm, reassuring weight of her body settled into the crook of his arm. "Do you think you can get it up again? For me?" She leaned into him and kissed him softly at first, then with more fervor as he responded. He mumbled an answer but it was lost in the moment. The kiss was perfection, a moment of bliss that seemed fleeting and eternal all at once and then they were past it kissing each other hungrily stopping only for gasping breaths here and there. Their hands roamed each other's bodies exploring and caressing. He grasped the firm cheeks of her buttocks and lifted her closer as she ran her fingers through his hair making fists and pulling lightly to direct his kisses. Jennifer pulled off his T-shirt and began planting wet kisses on his neck and chest. Jim could feel his cock begin trembling back to life. He shifted his weight to stand but Jennifer pushed him back and broke the embrace. Confused momentarily he sat back as she stood up and pulled off her sweater. The fabric stretched taut over her breasts and then disappeared as she tossed it over her shoulder. Eye's locked to his, she reached behind herself and there was an audible snap of her bra clasp. As the satiny fabric fell away to reveal the heavy curves of her breasts, she slowly knelt between his legs and ran her hands from his chest to his crotch rubbing him through the thin fabric of his shorts. There was a sense of urgency in the way she pulled the basketball shorts off. He felt the hard nubs of her dark brown nipples rubbing against his inner thighs and sighed pleasurably as she took his thickening shaft in her hands. "It's so big." She said almost to herself. The column of meat felt heavy in her hands and the texture of engorged veins heightened her anticipation and desire for release. Taking his cock in her hand she led him to the recently made up bed. Dreamlike, he slipped her sneakers off and unbuttoned her jeans while raining kisses on every bit of her body he was discovering. Her sun-bronzed skin was soft and supple beneath his lips. Then there she was, clad only in the fabled white cotton panties of his dreams. Five feet and two inches of taut feminine form, her eyes burned with need and her nostrils flared slightly with each hungry breath. Jim closed his eyes briefly to steady himself. There was no mistaking this situation any longer; reality had blissfully merged with his most desired fantasies. Hands shaking only a little he began to slide the last bit of clothing that remained between him and Jennifer's naked perfection. He followed the twisting damp fabric down her slender legs and when he reached her ankles she coyly lifted first one foot and then the other emphasizing the moment as he slid off the panties. Then his gaze traveled to her muscled upper abdomen, past the flat of her belly to the wet glistening of her absolutely naked pussy-lips. A shade darker than the rest of her tanned body, they were full and the lubricating juices flowing from her core had been smeared liberally over them creating a wet sheen. Jennifer trembled visibly as Jim softly drew his hands over her legs and thighs. He leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh but foreplay was the furthest thing from Jennifer's mind and she rotated her groin towards his probing lips impatiently. Needing little encouragement, Jim cupped her pussy in his mouth tasting the salty sweetness of her being. He felt the throbbing knob of her clitoris and tongued it gently. The erotic touch pulsed through Jennifer like a shockwave and the pent up sexual energy that had built up within her honed itself into a point of light briefly before exploding in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She opened her mouth to scream in release but the pleasure was so deep and shocking and took her by such surprise that all she could do was clench Jim's head viselike in her hands and knees with a strangled cry. Tumbling backwards unto Jim's bed she felt her body contracting in the fading moments of her orgasm. A ragged breath later she growled out, "Jim, please. Now. Take me. I need you. NOW." Already past the threshold of pleasure she had ever experienced, the flames of her desired only seemed to burn higher and hotter. She felt a gripping primal need to be filled, to have Jim's beautiful cock deep within her. A bit bewildered by her urgency Jim could not deny his own mounting need as he climbed between her thighs splattering droplets of pre-cum on her belly. He cheeks glossy with her cum-juice, he positioned himself at her slippery entrance. She reached between their heaving bodies and brought the thick head of his rock hard cock to her slick entryway. Neither hesitated and both thrust their pelvis at each other to culminate the union. Even with the generous lubrication, only the head and about an inch of Jim's shaft slipped in Jennifer's tight pussy. Years of athletics and stretching had eroded her hymen considerably so there was only a slight pause as Jim steadily pushed into her. Jennifer gritted her teeth in a moment of pain and then in pleasure as inch after solid inch disappeared into her waiting and willing body. She pulled Jim to her in a fierce kiss and their moans melded together like a symphony of human passion. Each inch brought new heights of pleasure as Jim continued to drill into her body opening and stretching flesh that had never been touched from the inside. He could feel the curves and contours of her tunnel on the hypersensitive skin of his cock's head as he burrowed past. And finally he bottomed out feeling just the barest touch of her cervix as his balls touched her dripping outer lips. They were a perfect union, one being in lusty ravenous unification. "Ooohh, yes. Take me, take me." She whispered hoarsely in his ear between kisses. He rocked his pelvis back and forth without taking his buried member out. He could feel the end of her wet tunnel rubbing against his sheathed head only on the deepest moves, tantalizing him. As Jim shifted his bulk within her, Jennifer felt another orgasm build up and crash down over her locking her muscles in an overwhelmingly blissful spasm. "Muh." She was breathless. Jim pulled up a bit to get a better angle at her entrance. "More." She said it like she was starving. "You're so beautiful." Jim breathed out. And then he was a machine, a passion-forged piston of power pummeling her softness like a madman. Jennifer moaned and then cried as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her like a raging storm. And while her pleasure fell in tiers of ever increasing intensity, his was a linear soaring to a point of light. All his movements, his thrusting and grunting, each stroke brought him closer to the threshold; like running in a dark tunnel towards the light. His pace increased exponentially with his rising pleasure. "…perfect…" "…faster…" Jennifer matched his intensity. Tears streamed down her cheeks and sweat beaded on both their bodies with the furious effort. Juices splurted out between them, thick and creamy. Her pussy contracted around his thrusting rod, milking him, sucking him deeper. Her orgasms were piling on top of each other so fast that they soon became a single rising flash of sheer delight, overpowering her. "…exquisite…" "…ha— ha-- harder…" Jim was so close, so close. Yet just as he thought he was about to cum the threshold slipped further than he had ever thought possible. Their cries mingled, racing heartbeats blended, their movements became desperate and fevered. And then they both stopped breathing for one…two…three more frantic thrusts. They reached the pinnacle, total and absolute. Pure joy burst through their bodies in a timeless, wordless scream. And then there was silence as jet after jet after jet of hot jizz pumped into Jennifer's snugness and splattered all over their sweaty thighs. They collapsed into each other limbs splayed in exhaustion. And just as they were about to slip into satisfied unconsciousness, the sound of someone clapping brought them back vaguely to their surroundings. Standing in Jim's doorway, Alexa was smiling smugly and with a glint of mischief applauding the show. "Bravo...bravo." And then she laughed; peals of mirth filled the air as the lovers smiled weakly. The End. Or is it? ** Your feedback is always very welcome. Please email any comments and/or critique. And If you would like a response, fill in a return email address. Thank you very much. **