0 comments/ 62847 views/ 11 favorites Watching Sarah By: Akito01 It was partway through lunch period when Matthew heard about Sarah's problem. Until then all Matthew knew about her was that she was Sal's girlfriend for a short time two years ago, was active in the phys-ed department, and pretty much kept to herself. "I don't know, it's just really silly," Sal was saying as they walked down the hall. "From what the other girls on the team were telling me, she's probably the best they have, but she won't compete. I mean, I've heard about people being shy, but this is like some kind of anxiety disorder." "So, she's on the rhythmic gymnastics team, but is too scared to be seen performing in front of other people," Matthew repeated, trying to keep it straight. "Yeah, well, ostensibly it's 'other people', but I think it's more like 'boys'," Sal said, shrugging, "I guess she's like you when it comes to being afraid of the opposite sex." "Hey, what!?" "Oh, come on, you know what I mean. How long have you been mooning after Athena, but I've never once seen you get up the nerve to even talk to her." Matthew made a dour face, but knew he couldn't deny the facts. It wasn't as if he was a bad looking kid, perhaps favourably compared to a young Keifer Sutherland, but even now as a high school senior he hadn't quite overcome this instinctive panic that overcame him whenever faced with a girl in any direct way. "You know," Sal went on, taking on a conspiratorial tone, "if you were smart, I'd say there's a perfect opportunity for you two to work out your problems together." "What on earth are you talking about?" "Think about it. It would be just like confrontation therapy, where you confront your greatest fear head on. She could try and practice her little routines with you watching, and she could let you try out pick up lines on her or something." Matthew thought Sal was just messing with him, but evidently he was quite serious. "She really has that big a problem?" "Pretty much," Sal admitted, "I guess it's like a body image thing. You know how she always wears these long dresses and sweaters and whatnot, I guess she's a little insecure. I thought maybe I helped her out a bit back when we were going out, but performing in public like that is just too much for her. I know she could do it with the right encouragement, but I really don't have the time." Matthew wondered if this was one of those seemingly mad ideas that were actually quite brilliant. And if it somehow helped him work up the courage to talk to Athena... "Alright. So, what do you want me to do?" * * * Just as arranged, Matthew made his way toward the gym a half hour after classes. Exactly how quickly Sal managed to arrange all this was a little suspicious, but for the moment Matthew put those thoughts aside. Sarah was waiting at the rear gym entrance, leaning back against the orange painted metal door. On first spotting her, Matthew stopped in his tracks, that familiar panic taking over. She was dressed all in black, with a long straight skirt and jacket. If it wasn't for the Adidas bag slung over one shoulder one might have mistaken her for a 'goth chick'. Her hair was black too, cut in a straight line above the shoulders in a Chinese style cut. She smiled upon noticing Matthew, and he knew it was too late to back out. "For a second I didn't think you were coming," she said, walking up to him and grabbing his hand. "Uh, yeah, well..." Matthew mumbled, scratching the back of his head. Sarah bit her lip, now coming to real grips with what they were about to do. "Er, I figure we have the gym to ourselves for a least an half hour or so before the custodians will come and kick us out." "Ok." With the folding divider pulled across, they entered that half of the gym with a wide blue mat laid across the parquet floor. It looked like they did indeed have the place to themselves. "Um, look, I guess I better get changed," Sarah said, swinging her bag across to her other shoulder. She was obviously nervous, but he was so nervous himself that he couldn't think of anything to say to assuage her. "Ok." Giving a small wave, she disappeared into the changeroom as he sat down on the low tier of the pull out spectator seats. He tried to be patient, but after several minutes passed he wondered if maybe she'd bailed out herself, taking a back exit. He was about to get up and check when the changeroom door finally opened, and a very different Sarah finally stepped out into the stark light. Gone were the layers of clothes, replaced with a simple tight fitting blue-and-white long-sleeved leotard, and an odd looking pair of slippers that only covered the front part of the foot. She was...well, she was really beautiful, and certainly had a slender, well defined figure. How on earth could she have a body-image problem as Sal suggested? Carrying a portable stereo in one hand, and a ribbon enveloped rod in the other, she padded out onto the floor mat. Placing the stereo down by the side of the mat, Sarah began to pace back and forth, arms clasped tight about her as though fighting off some deep chill. In fact she hadn't said a word or looked in his direction since she'd changed into her gymnasts gear. Matthew knew he had to do something to try and make her comfortable. "Er, you know, I don't really know too much about this sport," he spoke up, "could you tell me what you're going to do?" "Well, I decided to show you the ribbon," she replied, talking to her feet, "It's probably what I'm best at, though I don't really think I'm as good as the other girls say I am." "From what I hear you're very good," Matthew told her, "and I doubt I'd be able to tell if you made a mistake anyway. You should just to go out there and do what you like, regardless of what anyone else might think. Besides, I'm sure you'll have lots of people cheering you on, and I'm certainly not here to pick on you. I think you look terrific." Sarah looked over at him with an embarrassed smile. "Ok. I'm going to do it." Taking a few deep calming breaths, she unwound the long yellow ribbon, mentally going over her routine. It was probably wise not to think of herself as being watched, though at the same time she wanted to do her best to impress him. She just wished she felt better about what she had to wear -she wouldn't even go to the beach without a proper pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt, which the pale skin of her completely bare legs no doubt gave witness to. No, no time for negative thoughts, only for action. Walking over to the tape deck she pressed 'play', then took position at the centre of the mat. She arranged the length of the ribbon in a circle around her, arm outstretched, one foot before the other, waiting for the music to begin. It was a selection from J.S. Bach's cello suite #6, which in some ways was an unusual choice of ribbon music, but she loved the sombre understated power of the cello, having some strange affinity with it. Matthew leaned forward as the first strains of music came forth, and Sarah immediately responded. It was like her entire demeanour changed, face sharp with concentration yet enraptured with the placid flow of the melody. With a deft flick of the wrist the ribbon became airborne, and she set her lean body in motion as her routine truly began. Watching Sarah was something of a revelation. Having little knowledge of the sport apart from brief glimpses on television, seeing it performed in person was a genuinely compelling experience. She manipulated the ribbon with completely flawless control, creating patterns of snakes and spirals he'd never thought possible. He also never thought it was possible for a human body to move and bend the ways hers did, and from the sharp way she pivoted on her feet he could now see why those toe-shoes were so necessary. The sheer amount of control she had was remarkable yet appeared so effortless, such as when she tossed the baton into the air, performed a smooth roll, and caught it again without a single pause or an upwards glance. And, he must admit, he took some guilty pleasure in just watching her slender agile body move and twist, her legs very shapely and lean, her torso so tightly enveloped in her leotard he could almost count her ribs, but could certainly see the perfectly defined shape of her modest breasts. When the routine finally ended after it's two and a half minutes, it was almost too soon for Matthew. Sarah remained on the mat in the splits position, her ribbon draped around her, hardly believing herself that it was over. She'd done it! She looked over at Matthew, who rose from his seat, clapping. She broke out in a relieved smile, immediately running over to him, giving him a big hug. He was completely startled by this, and a little embarrassed since she must be able to feel the bulge he'd gotten in his trousers. "Oh my gosh, I never thought I'd make it through," Sarah enthused, wandering back out onto the mat. "You were really good out there," Matthew said, following, "I can't imagine why you were so concerned about competing in public." She shook her head. "I don't even want to think about that. Still, I do feel better about the whole thing now... I don't know, maybe I could." Sarah sat down crosslegged on the mat, motioning for Matthew to join her. He paused, now confronted with his own innate fears. It was all very easy to be a spectator, but now they were face to face. "You ok?" "Uh, yeah, sorry," he stammered, distractedly scratching at the back of his head. "Just a bit nervous I guess." "Right, Sal told me. You shouldn't be. Anyway, it's my turn now to help you. Are you really that uncomfortable around girls?" Matthew shrugged. "I guess. It's kinda hard to explain." Sarah tilted her head, studying his face. Somehow it never occurred to her that a guy could really be that way. "Maybe you just lack familiarity. I assume you don't have any sisters. Have you ever had a girlfriend?" "No, not really," Matthew admitted. "Which isn't to say I'm not interested. Do you know Athena at all?" Sarah's expression cracked for a moment. "Oh, yeah, Athena. Very tall, long hair; yes, she's nice," she said, drawing her knees up to her chin. "Of course I have no idea if she'd even give me the time of day, much less go out with me..." "Oh, no, don't say that," Sarah blurted, "I mean, if I were her, I'd be crazy to pass up the chance to be with you." Matthew was rather surprised by this bit of flattery, he didn't know how to respond. "Alright, I'm going to do everything it takes to get you comfortable enough to ask Athena out," Sarah decided, shuffling very close to him, her right leg now inbetween his knees. Matthew glanced down to where her toe-shoe clad foot now rested so close to his lap. "I'll show you that there's nothing to be afraid of when it comes to the opposite sex." "Er, really," Matthew replied weakly, unable to disguise his unease. This reaction only encouraged Sarah, who reached out to grab his hand. "Look into my eyes," she instructed, leaning forward. For the first time Matthew noticed that her eyes were a very rich hazel colour. "If I were Athena, what is the one thing you'd most like to do?" "I, uh..." A brief image of Sarah out there on the mat flashed before him, and the memory of how aroused he'd gotten by watching her. Athena wasn't exactly foremost on his mind right now. "How about a kiss," she suggested. "...alright." Sarah's lightly pink shaded lips opened, her eyes closed, and Matthew completed the act by coming close and pressing his lips to hers. This may not have been his first kiss, but it felt as though it was. He could feel her warmth, and the subtle trace of what might have been perfume. It was not a deep kiss, but they held it a while before she finally broke it off. "I have a confession to make," Sarah told him. "When this whole idea came up to help me with my 'stage fright', there was a reason why I asked for you specifically." "You asked for me," Matthew repeated, brow furrowed. "You see, I knew that if I could perform in front of you, I could perform in front of anyone because... well, because you're the one person I'd most hate to have think badly of me. Sorry, I shouldn't be saying these things, especially since you aren't really interested in me..." Sarah paused, still holding onto Matthew's hand. "Can I ask, if it's not too personal, just how far you've gotten with a woman," she asked, "if you know what I mean." Matthew, still reeling from Sarah's half-admission of her feelings for him, at first didn't know what she meant. "Oh, er, that. It's a little embarrassing to say, but not very far at all..." "That's ok," Sarah smiled, "I'm glad. Besides, they're probably a lot more virgins running around this school then they'd admit to. But, I did say that familiarity was the key to helping you overcome your fears." "Familiarity?" Sarah nodded her head, then proceeded to lay his hand firmly against her right breast. His first instinct was to pull away, but she held him there. Through the thin white-and-blue patterned lycra leotard, Matthew could tell she must be wearing a support bra. "How does it feel?" "It's, um, really nice," he replied nervously. He wasn't lying though, it was. "You can squeeze a little if you want. I promise they won't burst," she said lightly, eyes bright. He couldn't resist doing so. "You have a nice touch. I only wish they were a bit bigger." "Oh, no, not at all," Matthew said, his thumb running over the barely perceptible bump of her nipple. "I think they're just fine as they are." "Thank you." She leaned forward and they kissed again, deep this time, their tongues meeting together. She stealthfully moved a hand up between his crossed legs, resting it against the obvious bulge in his trousers. The gentle pressure she applied made Matthew very aware of just how aroused he'd gotten, pre-cum now beginning to make a noticeably wet smear on the inside of his underwear. "My god, my mother would kill me if she knew what I was doing right now," Sarah grinned. "Yeah, you and me both." Sarah pushed Matthew back onto the mat, her other hand still pressed to his crotch. Her dark bangs falling forward over her eyes, she felt genuinely wicked, looking at his lap with indecision. Should she ask, or just go for it? The rather strong tingly feeling between her legs told her to go forward. Sitting up on his elbows, Matthew hardly dared to move as she unzipped his fly and undid the button of his pants. There was something very surreal about this once shy girl, kneeling beside him still clad in her gymnasts gear, extracting his stiff member from his briefs. He also didn't want to move for fear of coming -he really was that close to the edge, and he didn't want to embarrass himself in the worst way possible. "It's so cute," Sarah breathed, now holding his warm bare organ in her fingers, "It's sort of curved to one side." She squeezed it, and another drop of pre-cum emerged to slide onto the top of her hand. This was only the third penis that she'd ever seen, but she decided on the moment that this was the nicest -because it was attached to her favourite person, though he still probably had no idea how long she'd been mooning after him from the obscurity of the crowd. "I'd be really careful about doing that," Matthew told her as she slowly began to stroke him. "Why? Doesn't it feel good?" "Too good." In fact the warning came too late. One more fateful squeeze and that was it. Unable to stop, Matthew groaned with both pleasure and defeat as the first streams of semen squirted up onto his half exposed belly. Sarah stifled a laugh, delighted by the sight of his physical pleasure being expressed in such a sticky, messy fashion. She kept holding onto him, feeling each shot pulse through his length, until the last drops now trickled down onto her fingers. "Oh, I am so sorry, I...," Matthew stammered, practically blushing. "It's alright, I loved it," Sarah said, still looking at the wonderful puddle of slick semen, "I can't believe you were that excited for me. It's kinda flattering." "I guess you're going to have trouble walking out of here like that," Sarah observed, testing the consistency of his ejaculate between her fingers. "No kidding. I still can't believe I did that..." "Don't worry, no one will ever know but us," she assured him, "come on, let's get cleaned up in the changing room." Leading him inside, Sarah ran the water from the sink. Rinsing off her hand, she then grabbed some paper towels, getting them a little moist first. Dropping to her knees, she pulled Matthews pants down a little further and began to clean off his mess. "I can do that myself," he offered. Sarah just gave him a small smile, taking some obvious pleasure in handling his still half-erect penis as she wiped away the semen from his abdomen. She extended her explorations to the sac of his testes, being thinly covered by his blonde pubic hair. "Can I ask a forward question," she said softly, looking up into his eyes, "you wouldn't happen to have a condom in that wallet of yours?" Matthew was too taken aback to answer. "You don't think that guys are the only ones to get horny, do you," she smiled, "I guess I understand if you don't want to. I'm sure you think I'm trying to use sex to try and win your affections away from Athena..." "No, not at all," he said hurriedly, "I just never understood that's the way you felt before. I'd love to go out with you, if you want. But as for right now, I do have a condom, but I don't know if I can get it up again so soon." "It looks like you're half way there already," she observed, massaging his length in her hand, "Maybe I can help speed the process along." Opening her mouth, she slowly eased the head of his penis in past her lips, touching his glans with her tongue. Closing her eyes she began to suck him, his member carrying the salty taste of his recent ejaculation. Matthew swallowed hard, staring down at the top of Sarah's head. He desperately hoped one of those caretakers didn't walk in on them -perhaps it was just as well they were still more or less fully dressed. While she teased and fellated him, it was the little details that grabbed his attention; the way her black hair was so precisely cut, her outstretched arms sheathed in white lycra up to the wrist, to open back of her leotard, the rough bare skin of her heels peeking out from the straps of her toe-shoes. Within fairly short order she had him fully erect once again. Following Matthew's direction, Sarah extracted his wallet from his pants pocket and pulled out the single condom it held within. No doubt it had been there for some time, kept like so many other teenage boys in the hopeful anticipation of just such a moment as this. "How do you feel," she asked as she rolled down the slick translucent rubber down over his erection. "Uh... nervous," he frankly admitted. Sarah grinned, somehow feeling powerful in the face of his reticence. "You'll do fine," she told him, standing up now. "Why don't you take off your shirt. We can have a shower together afterwords." "Will we have time?" "Trust me." Sarah quickly pulled her arms free from the sleeves of her leotard while he undressed. Pulling the lycra garment down to her waist, she reached back to undo her small white support bra. By the look on his face, Matthew was obviously pleased by the sight of her naked breasts. "Why don't you take off the rest," she offered. Matthew nodded, hooking his thumbs under the top of the leotard and gradually pulled it down over her hips. He only paused when he reached the top of her white cotton briefs, but she nodded for him to continue. Kneeling down, Matthew finally unveiled the fine dark patch of her pubic hair, which caused a significant involuntary twitch in his cock. Watching Sarah I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world. I wasn't the smartest or most athletic, I wasn't even the coolest, but I had the hottest girl in school. I guess she thought I was sensitive or something. I had known Sarah for a few years and I watched her date a bunch of assholes that only wanted to get into her pants. None of them did. All the while, I was biding my time, becoming her friend. I never believed that friendship could jinx a romance. We had talked about the chance of losing our friendship, but now we've been dating for a couple of months. Next week after graduation, her parents have even invited me on their family vacation. They think I'm great and my folks adore her. Sarah was my favorite fantasy even before we dated. She stood 5'7" with long, fine dark hair. I used to imagine her tied up in the woods while some mountain man ripped her clothes off and mauled her tits. They're not the largest but they're perfect. I had always thought so before and now that I've had my hands on them I'm sure. Just shy of a C-cup, they seem to stretch her B-cup bras to the fullest. She's got long thin legs and a tight round ass. She ran track but didn't have that competitive spirit so she didn't win very often. It sure put her body in great shape, though. I could never tell her I spent two years jerking off to the thought of her being raped. How sensitive would that be? But, one smile from her during class would get me thinking of her gasping for breath while some maniac bends her over a stump and steals her virginity. I don't have to imagine her body anymore though. Last month I claimed her sweet prize for my own. We had finally started dating and after just five dates she had let me get farther than anyone else. I actually came in my pants the first time my hands got under her sweater. Her tits were sweeter than I could have dreamed. When that bra released and I felt her nipples harden between my fingers, I just couldn't stand it. I shot my load in my jeans. She apologized, if you can believe it, for wanting to go slowly and I stuttered my agreement while crossing my legs. A week later while making out in her room, she let me go a little farther. She lay on her back topless while I licked her tits. Her legs opened and when I ran my hand up her thigh she did not stop me. For ten minutes I rubbed her panty covered pussy while sucking her tits. Her breathing was rapid and her body was writhing. Then she grabbed my hand and shoved it into her panties, steering me to her favorites places. When she climaxed, I was in ecstasy over giving such pleasure to some one I loved so much. She then rolled me onto my back and kissed me deeply. Her tits were rubbing against my bare chest and as soon as she opened my pants and pulled out my cock, I came, throbbing in her hand. She quickly caught on and jerked me off vigorously as I fired shot after shot between our bodies. We decided then to go all the way. I instantly got undressed and Sarah stepped over to her dresser and pulled out a condom. It didn't take me long to get hard again. She stripped off her skirt and got on the bed. I climbed between her legs and guided my dick home. She was so tight and warm that when even when she said to go slowly, I couldn't wait. I shoved my cock into her taking both of our virginities. Right through her shriek of shock and pain I started humping her pussy. She pleaded, "Wait! Wait! Wait..." and then it was over. I gave her 8 or 9 good thrusts and came a second time. I felt bad for leaving hickeys on her neck and tits and we agreed that next time we could plan it out better. I got dressed and left before her parents got home. That night, I was the mountain man as I pinned her down and ravaged her body in my dreams. She was so pretty; I was on top of the world. Since then we have fucked each week and it is getting better every time. First, I get a hand job from Sarah, then I bring her off with my hand, she says she doesn't want to try oral sex. After we both come, she closes her eyes and opens her thighs for me. She tries to hold very still so I can last longer. I always use a condom because we're both planning on college. Last week I timed it on the car against the radio. We fucked for the full song, but when Britney's "Slave" came on I had to go for it. I pumped her pussy harder than ever and Sarah started bucking her hips back at me. After I finished, she held me inside of her and ground her pelvis against my softening cock. As I nibbled her ear I could feel her grunting into my shoulder while she milked the last of me. Today, we were hanging out at my pool because my folks were out of town. I had to go to work at 3, but Sarah was going to work on her tan a while more and 'boy did she have on the suit for it. I never saw her wear anything so revealing before, but her hormones seemed to be up lately. Her simple white string bikini covered very little of her sweet curves. It was such a turn-on to see her athletic body on display in the sun. The lean muscles in her legs and stomach glistened under the lotion she applied. We made out in the pool and I was going nuts feeling our wet bodies sliding together. I wanted to call out from work and stay here with her, but I couldn't. Just before I got up to leave she rubbed some lotion on her hands and pulled out my cock. "You can't go to work like that," she said and starting stroking my rock hard member. I was standing in front of her as she sat on the chaise lounge with her face only inches away. I thought she was going to take me into her mouth and I lost it. Without warning I fired the first shot into her pretty face catching her across the lips and cheek. She snapped back but immediately went into my finishing speed, jerking faster although aiming my cock lower onto her chest. I just stared at my queen as she wiped her face with the back of her hand and walked nonchalantly to the edge and dove into the pool. I ran inside to change. Up in my room I heard a car pull into the driveway and looked out the front to see my older brother's Mustang. I thought nothing off it and went to take a shower. Randy didn't live here anymore but he always seemed to eat here. Mom and Dad were away, so I'm sure he came to raid the fridge. I always thought he was so cool, probably because he was 6 years older and I was always looking up to him. He was bigger, tougher, had the girlfriend and the trophy and I hoped someday I could be him. I looked out the bathroom window to see Sarah climb out of the water and lie face down and ass up in the sun, just as the front door slammed downstairs. In the shower, I again dreamed about Sarah the victim. This time she was taken hostage after a bank robbery. Blindfolded and tied up, she was made to suck the gangs' dicks. Alas, it was too soon and I couldn't get it back up. I had to get to work anyway. I hurried to dry off and snuck another peak at Sarah's ass outside. I was a little stunned to see Randy there, rubbing lotion into her back. She shook her head and tried to get up but he increased the pressure on her back, pushing her into the foam cushion and tossing her long hair off to the side. While massaging her neck with one hand he poured some more lotion onto the center of her back. I could see Sarah talking, but couldn't tell what she was saying. I knew by her body language she was telling him "Enough", but instead of backing off, Randy pulled at the knot in the center of her back. Sarah sprung up but stopped abruptly as her tits fell out of her top. She tucked her elbows into her sides protecting, and dropped her face into the cushion, tense. Randy continued to work the suntan lotion in firm slow circles and then leaned in to speak in her ear. Sarah shook her head "No" but otherwise did not move as he pulled the strings at her neck leaving her topless beside him. I should have been pissed but I couldn't resist watching Sarah under this pressure. I gently lifted the window a few inches so I could hear. Randy kept massaging Sarah's athletic back and she seemed to relax a little. She lifted one foot and crossed her ankles. The apparent strain in her neck muscles eased as she let Randy knead her spine. It didn't take long for him to reach the trim of her bikini bottom. He placed one hand on Sarah's left butt cheek and gave a firm squeeze, grabbing a deep handful of her flesh. "Hey! C'mon Randy, Cut it out." Sarah turned to look back, careful not to reveal her delicious breasts. He didn't let up though, instead he held her shoulders down with one hand while pulling at the bottom of her suit with the other. Sarah was squeezing the sides of the cushion in her fists and had her eyes locked tight. Her whole body was tense. His hands roamed her nearly naked flesh, working without resistance from her neck to her toes. Randy snapped the waist of her bikini and when she flinched but said nothing, he grabbed both sides and pulled. Sarah pulled her chin in tightly and clenched her teeth, but did not resist as her swimsuit was dragged down her sexy legs and off. Her perfect round ass was lighter than the rest of her skin. She was shaking and starting to cry. Randy grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed it roughly even working a thumb into the crack. Now, Sarah lurched and kicked out, screaming "No!" and tried to get up. Randy was waiting; he grabbed her wrists and twisted them behind and under her back as she flipped over face up on the plastic chaise. He pushed his way in between her wildly kicking legs and pinned her on her back helpless. She was completely naked and screaming until Randy planted a kiss on her open mouth. Her body was incredible as she twisted against her attacker, all tense and sinewy, oiled and sweaty. Randy freed one hand and went for her tits. I would have also. Those were the same tits I had come on half an hour ago. She tried to twist away but only managed to raise her chest to him. She kicked her legs, but it only brought more pressure. As she tired I could see the muscles in her legs relaxing. She was losing the fight. Randy slid his kisses down her neck and then took hold of her left nipple in his teeth. Sarah arched her head back in a long "Ohh... You Bastard." Sarah could not have been more vulnerable and I was never more turned on. One hand held her wrists under her while he sucked on her tits. The other worked two oily fingers into her cunt. Her head rolled side to side as he worked her over. He was fingering her good and I realized she was getting into it. Her legs were rocking with his rhythm and she was biting her lower lip. When Randy lifted off of her tits I could see her nipples were hard as nails and shining with his saliva. Sarah looked up at him pleading helplessly with her eyes. Her perfect body sparkled in the sun and her dark hair hung back off the cushion. Randy looked Sarah right in the face and asked, "Are you ready to get fucked?" Sarah closed her eyes and let her legs fall to the sides. Without a word she nodded her head. Randy lined up his cock and eased into my girlfriend's wet pussy. He pushed in slow as she let out a slow moan unlike the sharp cries she gives when I fuck her. Then he pulled out all the way, leaned in again and began fucking back and forth with just the first few inches of his cock. "Damn girl, you tight as new. Don't any of those high school boys give you a good fucking?" "No." Sarah nodded and she gripped the cushion over her head and held on as Randy drove deeper with each thrust. Already he had lasted longer than me and he was just getting started. He paused with his cock buried inside her then pulled slowly back and slammed the full length back inside. He did this several times, pull out and slam. Sarah gasped loudly each time he forced his cock home. I could hear their bodies slapping together as they fucked, my brother and my girlfriend. My hand found my cock under my towel and I realized I would not be going to work today. Randy fucked Sarah as hard as I've ever imagined her being taken. He turned her onto her side and she seemed to be looking right at me as he pounded her from above. I don't think she was being forced anymore. She was mouthing, "Oh God," over and over again and then I saw her orgasm approaching in the quiver of her lip. "Oh shit," she moaned, "You're making me come." And then a few seconds later, "Make me come, Oh, make me come..." "That's it slut, now you're getting fucked by a real man." Randy said, and I knew he was mocking me. "You like that big cock, don't you?" He mauled her tits roughly as he pounded her cunt and she exploded in convulsion. He pressed in and held there, letting her have full contact to finish her orgasm. Then he started those long slow strokes again. I was amazed by his control. I think Sarah was too. She was writhing under Randy's assault, grabbing at her own breasts and trying to buck her hips back at each of his thrusts. "You're a good fuck Sarah. It's a shame to waste this fine pussy on a wimp like my brother." Randy lifted her legs straight up in the air and fucked her like a jackhammer. Sarah gave one long continuous wail of "Oh shit, oh shit..." as my big brother who I idolized, fucked my girlfriend like I only fantasized. He was now chasing his own pleasure and pounded her relentlessly for a few minutes before throwing his head back and firing his come deep into her cunt. Randy seemed to come forever, pumping Sarah's pussy slowly for a few more minutes. She lay back exhausted and let him finish what he started. I realized my own hand was wet with come as well. As I wiped off, I saw Randy stand up naked. He lifted Sarah over his shoulder and tossed her into the swimming pool. She floated to the surface and slipped languidly into an easy backstroke. She wore a smile I had never seen before. Watching Sarah "Should I do your shoes too?" "No, leave them on," she said, stepping out of her clothes, "I'll need them to get a better grip." "A better grip?" "You'll see." Padding over to one of the low benches, she gently lowered herself until she was lying flat, feet planted firmly on the ground on either side. Matthew followed, drinking in the sight of her pale naked body, looking much like it had been when covered by her body hugging gymnasts uniform. There were a million and one things he wanted to do with her, but right now there was only one clear and obvious choice. "Are you ready," he asked, placing one knee on the smooth wooden bench. "I am, please," she said, one hand reaching up to touch his shoulder. So this is it, he thought to himself, this is how I'm going to lose my virginity. Matthew lowered himself, putting his left forearm under Sarah's head like a pillow. With his free hand he explored the warm soft folds of her labia. He'd never really felt anyone down there when they were aroused, he couldn't believe how wet she was. Sarah gave a sharp gasp as he pushed two fingers up inside her. "Are you ok?" "I'm fine," Sarah said, shifting beneath him into a better position, "don't be afraid. Put it in me." Holding the shaft of this penis, he brought it to the lips of her cunt. Reaching down, Sarah helped guide him to the moist opening of her vagina. Bearing down, he slid inside her with such ease that at first he couldn't be sure he'd done it. Looking down between their legs he watched as he pushed himself inside her to the hilt. Sarah made a deliberately vocal moan, hoping to urge him on. Should she tell him this only her third time, he only her second lover? No, she didn't want to spoil the moment, not now that she was finally in his arms. One foot on the floor, Matthew began to really go in earnest, the motions coming naturally. She was so soft and warm in there, not at all as tight or gripping as he'd imagined it would be, though he wondered how different it would feel without the condom. Regardless, it felt damn good. "That's it, keep going," Sarah breathlessly encouraged him, her firmly planted feet enabling her to raise her pelvis to meet his thrusts. The way his penis was curved created a somewhat different sensation when he was inside her, as if rubbing her in an unusual but erotic way, though he also popped out a couple of times because of it. His earlier ejaculation proved to have some unexpected benefits, since it gave him much longer staying power than he'd have otherwise, long enough that sweat started to break out on their skin, her bangs plastered wetly to her forehead. At the moment it happened Matthew went stiff, giving vent to a ragged gasp. Though he'd stopped moving, Sarah could feel his cock twitching repeatedly inside her, filling the tip of the condom with his semen as he came. "Oh, good lord, that was... just...," Matthew huffed, reluctantly pulling himself out of her. Sarah languorously stretched her arms, slowly sitting up, her eyes bright. They kissed, their new found relationship having been so dramatically consummated. Sarah flicked a fingernail against the full teat of his condom. "I wonder how we'll get rid of that without the caretakers finding it," she grinned. "The toilet?" Sarah slipped off her toe-shoes, and together they went into the shower stall to wash away the rest of the evidence. Despite having lived out what would have been many a teen boys wet dream, neither he nor she made mention of this incident, keeping it a secret even after becoming a more public couple. No one on staff discovered their after school affair either. Sarah did go on to compete for the first time in inter-school competition, Matthew watching from the stands. She was so beautiful and elegant out there, he'd never get tired of watching her.