4 comments/ 10153 views/ 1 favorites Evolution of Cole Ch. 01 By: Boyd This is my first submission to the site, I hope you enjoy it. My stories are a mixture of truth and fantasy, the names have been changed to protect the innocent, the ignorant, and the impotent. Chapter 1 (Michelle) 1 Cole Russell's eyes were closed, his head was resting on the black fabric of his book bag, and he was breathing shallowly. The bell rang, and the other two dozen or so students quickly got out of their desks and headed for the halls. Cole's dark brown eyes barely opened when he heard the sounds of his classmates leaving the room, catching the form of a single girl from between his eyelashes as she left the room. A few seconds later, he himself raised his frame to his five-ten height, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and made his way out into the halls one last time before summer vacation began. "Cole!" A voice called to him as he made his way through the doorway. Cole looked over his left shoulder as he turned to the right, making his way to his locker. He saw his best friend, Bryan, making his way through the throng of students toward him. He slowed his pace until his friend had caught up. "What's up Bry?" Cole asked as the shorter boy slowed his gait to walk next to him. "What's up?" Bryan asked, a bit of shock in his voice. "Don't you realize that we're seniors, man? We now officially run this hell hole." "Great, just what I wanted to achieve in my life." Cole spoke back glumly to his friend. They turned a corner and made their way down the steps to their first floor lockers. "God, what the hell's up your ass, man?" Bryan asked, slightly perturbed that his excitement had been, at least momentarily spoiled by his taller friend. They walked in silence for a minute before coming to Cole's locker. Bryan looked at his handsome friend's face, or what he could look at, since a good amount of long straight black hair hung in it as Cole looked down at the combination lock, turning it this way and that, trying to get the locker open. "I don't know, man, sorry." Cole apologized as he opened the metal door and reached for his leather jacket and sunglasses. "Just got a lot on my mind, I guess." "Ah, I see." Bryan nodded, turning and placing his back against the locker next to Cole's. "Let me guess, another year gone by without the opportunity seized?" Cole whipped his jacket on, looping it over his head and getting both arms through at the same time, something that he had done for years. He adjusted his hair out of his face, then slowly turned his dark glance to Bryan. "Oh, don't give me that look, you know you don't scare me, man." Bryan smirked back at him. "Suuure, you might be mister big bad boxer with your tough lookin' jacket and everything, but you know exactly what I'm talking about." Cole relaxed the glare from his face and pulled his book bag up over his shoulder. He slammed the door of his locker for the final time of the year, then he and Bryan made their way to the doors that led out to the cool Ohio spring. "I plead the fifth." Cole muttered as they walked, drawing a stifled laugh and a shake of the head from Bryan. As they neared the doors that led to the parking lot a group of people turned out of a hallway and directly in front of them. Among them was the girl that Cole had watched leave the class room. Instantly Cole slowed his steps as his heart began to speed up. It took Bryan a few paces to realize that he was no longer at his friend's side. He looked ahead, saw the group, then turned back to Cole. "Dude, you're just horrible." Bryan laughed. He waited for Cole to walk up to him, then continued. "You know, you've had a thing for her since we were in middle school, I don't know why you don't just go for it." "She doesn't know I'm alive, Bry." Cole shook his head. "She's way out of my league." "Who's out of your league, hunk?" A cheerful voice interrupted them. Bryan glanced over to the other side of Cole and saw the tall brunette that had come upon them. Cole didn't need to look to know who it was, instead, he just smiled slightly. "Take a wild guess, Michelle." Bryan answered her question for Cole. "Who else makes our friend here act like a pansy ass?" "Oh!" Michelle smiled and leaned her upper body over until her chin rested precariously on Cole's shoulder. "That wouldn't happen to be Sarah would it?" Cole jerked his shoulder away from her as they stepped out into the afternoon sun. "You know, with friends like the two of you, I'll be paying therapy bills for the rest of my life." "Well, I just can't understand why it is that you don't grow a pair and ask her out, man." Bryan observed. Cole stopped abruptly, making his two friends turn toward him. "Oh, this coming from you!" The glare had returned to his face. "What now?" Bryan asked. "Hmm, let's see, the name Melanie come's to mind." Bryan's face instantly grew a light shade of red. He glanced to Michelle who had a contemplative look on her face. "Hey, asshole!" Bryan spoke through gritted teeth. "Damn, someone says one thing to you and that vise of a mind of yours never lets it go, does it?" "Okay, boys," Michelle stepped in between the two and used her tall thin body to separate them, "fight nice." Bryan backed off a bit, and Michelle turned her back on him so that she could face Cole totally. The wind was blowing and Cole could smell the faint sent of the perfume that she wore. Her brown eyes were looking directly into his which were, he guessed, about five shades darker than normal, as they tended to become when he was mad. He thought of stepping back from her, but didn't. "Now," she spoke softly, but firmly, to Cole, "that wasn't right and you know it." "Sorry." Cole said back quietly. He knew that the look had by now gone from his face and that his irises had returned to their normal color. Michelle could always bring him back from the point of losing his temper. "I think you should say that to him, not me." She advised. Cole stepped back and looked around her form to Bryan. "I'm sorry, Bry." "It's alright." Bryan waved his hand like he was shooing a fly away. The three soon formed the same line that they had before, with Cole in the middle, and resumed their walk to the parking lot. "So, seriously," Michelle broke the silence between them after about twenty steps, "what is it that intimidates you so much about her?" "I don't know." Cole answered, putting his black mirrored sunglasses on as they stepped down off the curb and into the lot. "I just know that she doesn't want anything to do with me." "How do you know?" She asked. They came to Cole's car first, a '89 Cadillac el Dorado that he had spent his life savings on when he turned sixteen. He unlocked the door, and swung it opened and threw his book bag into the back seat. He began to get in, but stopped to look at his two friends. "I guess it's because I know that I'm not in her league, like I said before." "What makes you think that?" Michelle asked, her brow creased with a look that Cole mistook for pity. "I just do." Cole got slipped into the driver's seat and turned the ignition, bringing the car to life. He lowered the power windows, and looked out once again to the two best friends that he had known since he had transferred into the school district back in middle school. "Do you work tonight, Michelle?" "Yeah," she answered. "I'll be there around five." "Okay, see you then. Talk to you later, Bryan." "Got it, man." Bryan waved. Cole shifted the Caddy into drive and pulled away. He looked back in the rear view and saw Michelle and Bryan talking. He was sorry that he had lost his temper with Bryan, he knew that he shouldn't have. As he pulled out of the parking lot and made his way home, he thought back to the exchange, and the way Michelle had stopped it before it had gone too far. He realized that in some strange way, she seemed to be his conscience, but he had known that for years, deep down. She always kept him from punching some punk ass out, she had kept him out of a lot of trouble, really. He knew that she had some sort of influence on him, what he didn't know was why. As he picked up speed and left the high school further and further behind, he thought about something else. Something that he didn't know the reason to, but something that, right now, stuck out a lot more than her influence on him. He wondered why, when she was between Bryan and himself, his heart was pounding so hard, almost like it had been when he had seen Sarah in the hall. He couldn't figure it out. *** Michelle and Bryan watched as Cole pulled away. After a second, she turned to Bryan. "What's going on with him?" "I don't know." Bryan shook his head. "I guess it's just a sensitive subject for him, ya know?" "But why?" She crossed her arms. "I mean, come on, we both know there is a bunch of girls that think Cole's really nice. What is it that has him thinking that Sarah is so untouchable?" "I don't know, he never tells me." Bryan answered. "All he keeps saying is that he knows. I mean, he's tried to talk to her before, just talk, but she always acted sorta weird when he does, I don't know why." "Weird, huh?" Michelle echoed, deep in thought. "Well, I better get going, I've got some work to do before I go to the store tonight." "What do you mean, work?" "I've got to figure out who said what to Sarah to make her act like that toward Cole." "Well, good luck." Bryan said to her as he began to walk away. "Bryan!" Michelle called to him. He stopped and turned to her. She smiled slightly. "For real, Melanie?" "OH GOD!" Bryan rolled his eyes. "Now another one starts!" "Just kidding, Bry. See ya around." Michelle walked to her car. She had an idea of who might have said something to Sarah about Cole. She knew how to find out. She just didn't know why she was going to try so hard to help Cole overcome whatever it was that kept him from Sarah. She decided it was because she loved Cole so much. She also knew that he might never know exactly how much that was. 2 Cole arrived to work at four-thirty and clocked in. He went into the stock room in the back to see the list that Brent, his boss, always left for the evening workers. Cole was happy, the list was short, just face the shelves, empty the trash, then face the shelves again. Cole grabbed one of the small steps that served to help them reach the back of the top shelves, as well as something to sit on while facing the bottom shelves. He decided to start in the pet food isle, that way he'd be in the baby food isle by the time that Michelle came in to run the cash register in the service center, as was their custom, so they could talk a bit, and figure out if they were going to do anything after work. He was exactly where he planned to be when she walked in. He waited until she clocked in and turned on her register before he went up to her. As he made his way toward her, he noticed the same fluttering in his chest. He nearly turned back, but she had looked up and smiled before he could, instead he walked on. "Hey beautiful." He said to her, he noticed that his voice slightly waved when he spoke. He hoped that she didn't notice. "Hey yourself." She smiled. "Feeling better?" "Eh, I guess." He couldn't help but smile back at her. "So, when are you scheduled to?" "Ten. Do you want to go get something to eat? I've got to talk to you about something." "That doesn't sound good." Cole answered back, unsure of what it might be about. "It's just something I have to talk to you about, that's all. Can we get together?" "Sure. I'll just call home and tell my Mom and Dad that they need me to unload a truck tonight, they'll buy it." Cole agreed. "You've always got a plan, don't you?" Michelle winked at him. Again, he felt the rapid increase in his heart. "Well, you know me." He forced a laugh. *** Cole clocked out at nine thirty, then immediately went to the pay phone in the break room and called his house. His mom answered on the third ring and he told her his story. She believed him, just as he knew she would. At ten minutes after ten, Michelle walked out of the automatic doors of the store. Cole's Cadillac was parked beside her Ford. Cole was laying on the hood of his car. "Hey," Michelle greeted him with a smack on his leg, "you ready?" "Sure, where are we off to?" Cole asked. "Well, I don't really feel like going anywhere, my house okay? My parent's went out for the night, left my brother in charge, so, of course, he's staying at his girlfriend's tonight." Cole sat up and smiled mischievously. "Party at Michelle's!" "Yeah, right, you wish." Michelle laughed at him. "Come on, let's go." 3 Cole made his way into the dark house behind Michelle, the entire way to her house he was asking himself why he was so anxious. He had been to her house a ton of times before, but he had never felt as wound up as he did this night. He thought about driving on home when she pulled her car into the driveway, but instead he brought his right up behind hers. Her voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Uh, what?" Cole asked. "I said, do you want something to drink?" "Just a pop would be cool." Cole walked into the kitchen behind her and leaned up against the counter. He watched as she bent to remove a Coke from the bottom shelf of her refrigerator, noticing that the black pants that she wore seemed almost like spandex. He caught himself thinking about her body. She was about two inches taller than he, and he often had wondered why she never played basketball. She was thin, but had good muscle tone, her straight black hair reached down to her shoulders, and framed her pale, but not pasty, face well. She pulled the Coke out and handed it to him. She noticed that his eyes quickly had looked to the floor when she had turned to face him, and she fought the smile that wanted to creep onto her face. "So," Cole sighed, "you said you wanted to talk about something. What did I do?" "Can you hold that thought?" Michelle asked, realizing too late that she should have laughed off his last question. "I need to go change out of these clothes. I'll be right back." "Gotcha." Cole nodded and watched as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. He stood there, sipping the Coke, and after a few seconds his mind began to wander about what his friend looked like at that moment. What clothes she had on or off. What her body looked like naked. He brought his thoughts away from that track the moment he felt an erection begin. He quickly tried to adjust himself before she came out of her room, and he had just managed to finish before her door opened and she emerged, but what he saw nearly made his attempt vain. Michelle walked down the hall toward him, dressed in a pair of cut off jean shorts whose waist barely ran over her hips and dropped nearly three inches below her navel, and exposed her long legs from mid thighs down. She was also wearing a white T-shirt that exposed her midriff, and seemed to make her average sized breasts look like a swimsuit model's. "Damn!" Cole said shocked. "I've never seen you dressed like that." "You've never seen me in my pj's before, silly." Michelle smiled at him. Her eyes quickly darted down to his pants and noticed the obvious tent. She turned to the fridge and pulled a Coke out for herself, making sure to bend over again. "Glad you like 'em." She was beaming from ear to ear. The smile was gone when she turned back to him. "Okay," Cole said uncomfortable with the thoughts going through his mind-and directly to his pants, "you said that you wanted to talk to me." "Yeah," Michelle nodded, "come on, let's talk." She turned away from him and started walking toward her bedroom. Cole stood there in the kitchen shocked for a moment. When she turned and looked back at him and motioned for him to follow her, he moved upon her command. When he reached the door, she had taken a seat on a chair at her computer desk, and motioned for him to sit on the bed. He hesitated for a moment, but then did as she instructed. They sat in silence for a minute, then she started talking to him. "Cole," she said, setting her can of pop on her desk and turning her attention totally to him, "I wanted to talk to you about today, and about Sarah." "Oooookay." Cole said, his face looking confused. "I was talking to Bryan after you left, and he said something about how Sarah acts sort of weird when you try to talk to her." "Right," Cole sat forward and looked into Michelle's eyes, "what's that got to do with you?" "Well, nothing, I guess." Michelle answered, trying not to let the jealousy in her show. "But I tried to think why in the world would she acts like that toward you. Why do you think that is?" Cole looked down at the floor and shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno." He said, half under his breath. Michelle picked up on something in the way he was acting and pressed him a bit. "Come on, Cole, you must have some idea, and don't give me that 'Out of my league' crap." Cole looked up at her, and she was shocked to see that in his eyes there was a mixture of embarrassment and pain. "It's not crap." Cole said, his voice sounding small and weak. "It's the truth." A flood of compassion flowed over her, she couldn't stand seeing him with that look on his face. "What do you mean? There's nothing at all wrong with you, Cole, trust me. There's nothing that makes her any better than you at all. What in the world do you think is wrong?" "Think about it for a minute, Michelle." Cole pleaded with her to come to a conclusion. "About what?" "About all the guys that she's dated. There's one huge difference between them and me, and she can see it, and that's why she won't look at me twice." "What the hell are you talking about, Cole?" Michelle reached forward and grabbed both of his hands. He looked up from the floor and into her eyes, he seemed on the verge of tears. She got lost in his eyes, and realized too late that his lips were moving, but that no sound was coming out. She hated herself for having to ask him to repeat himself, but she did. "I said . . . " Cole began, then trailed off, "they're experienced . . . experience." "What do you mean?" Michelle couldn't bridge the gap. "Michelle, don't make me say it." Cole pleaded. "Say what? Just, please, tell me. I want to help." "You can't, Michelle, don't you understand? No one can." Cole ripped his hands from hers and stood up, beginning to pace. "Why not?" She felt so bad seeing him helpless, or at least not able to ask for it, she wanted to stand up and grab him and hold him to her, but knew if she did he'd just push her away. "Because!" Cole yelled. She stood, not able to sit anymore, but still fighting the urge to hold him. "Please, Cole. Tell me what it is!" Finally she could see Cole breaking, and although, ultimately it was what she wanted, seeing it tore her heart out. "You can't help, Michelle." "But just tell me, PLEASE." "Why? You can't help." "Please." "It's . . . " "Yes?" "It's because I'm a virgin!" Cole nearly screamed. "There, I said it . . . " he sank against the wall at the head of her bed. "Told you. You can't fucking help." Though her eyes were brimming in tears, Michelle found a small smile on her face. "Wanna bet?" She heard herself say. 4 "What?" Cole couldn't trust his ears. Had he just heard her right? He could have sworn that he had heard his best friend, his confidant, and a young woman that he seemed to be finding more and more sexy by the minute, say that she could help him with the problem of being a virgin. He stood, frozen by her bed, looking at her, standing at a little distance from the foot of the bed. "I said, 'wanna bet'?" She smiled at him more fully. She couldn't believe what she had said herself, and though she was smiling outwardly, inside she was afraid that he'd run out of her room, or, worse yet, reject her. Evolution of Cole Ch. 01 "What do you mean?" He spoke unsurely, walking slowly toward where she stood. She saw a mixture of emotions in his eyes, she decided to take a chance. "Well, I don't mean that I'm going to pay for a hooker, if that's what you're thinking." She laughed as she spoke. He stopped in his tracks, confusion clouding his mind, she could see it and decided to push a bit harder. "I mean, Cole, I CAN fucking help. If you'd let me." Cole's knees shook, his hands trembled, he searched through his mind which had become a mire of thoughts. He couldn't comprehend what she was saying to him. He looked into her eyes, trying to convey his questions through his own. She smiled even more broadly, and slowly walked toward him. He let her come over him like a shadow. First she hugged him, and as she wrapped her arms around his body, he felt what he could only describe as electricity running between and through them. Michelle pressed her body tightly to him. She could feel his heart pounding through his chest and into her own breast. She closed her eyes as she slowly moved her hand up from his back to touch the back of his neck, then caress the base of his skull. She very nearly cried as she felt his own unsure arms envelope her, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other coming to rest lightly on the bare skin of the small of her back. They stood like that for many moments, neither moving, but feeling like they were sinking into each other. Finally, Michelle let her hands slip from him, and stepped back to look into his face. "Cole," she began, "will you let me help you with this?" "I don't understand though." He answered back. "Why are you willing to do this?" Michelle closed her eyes and wet her lips. She hadn't expected him to put up such a fight. She prepared her half lie. "Because, Cole," she opened her eyes and tried to look into his but found herself unable, "I want you to be happy, and if this is what you think can make you happy, then I want to do that." "Are you sure?" Cole asked, trying to get her to look into his eyes. "Yes." She finally looked back at his gaze. "I want to do this." "Okay." He spoke softly. Her heart skipped at the word. "Really?" "Yeah, if you're sure." He nodded, then stopped. "But wait. It's one thing for me to lose my virginity, but you-" She stopped his words with her hand at his mouth. "Cole, please, I lost mine a while ago." "Really?" He looked at her, shocked. "Yeah, when I was dating Andy. He was a real asshole about it, believe me, I'd much rather have done it this way, but at least let me make up for it a little now." Before he could answer she leaned toward him and pressed her lips to his. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him again. After a moment he began to kiss her back in earnest. A few seconds later she manipulated his mouth open and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Cole's knees nearly collapsed when she began to kiss him and he realized what was going on, what was about to happen. He first detected the faint taste of strawberry on Michelle's lips, the flavor of her lip balm, and then, when she slipped her tongue into his mouth he felt like he had fell into a warm pool, and let instinct take over. Their tongues battled passionately for a while, then he felt her maneuvering him, her hands on his hips, until he felt the edge of the bed behind his knees. When she got him where she wanted, Michelle transferred part of her weight forward to him, and his knees buckled, putting him down on the bed. She followed him down, their kiss never breaking, and she pushed him back until he was laying on the bed. She pulled her legs up, straddling his waist, and pressing her body to his even more. Cole's mind raced. He barely felt the weight of his friend on his body, instead he concentrated on their kiss and the way she was lightly sucking his tongue. He had no conception of his own body and only realized that he had the biggest hard on of his life when she shifted her weight back and he felt her crotch grind into it. At that moment she broke the kiss, pulling her upper body up until it seemed that she was sitting on him. She used one hand to push her long hair back, and let the other rest on his chest. She looked down at him and smiled. He watched her, mesmerized, and only vaguely noticed that all of her weight had settled onto his cock. He smiled back at her, his chest heaving, trying to reclaim his breath. Michelle continued to look down at him in silence for a minute. Her heart wanted her to lean back down and continue their kissing, but her mind told her that she needed to progress before he had the chance to think too much about what was happening. She could feel his hard member through both of their clothes, his work khakis, and her cutoffs. She continued to smile down at him, then allowed her hips to very quickly and very subtly move first forward then back. She felt his cock twitch involuntarily as she did, and the sensation sent shocks through her body. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly. When she opened her eyes and looked down at him, she knew that it was time. "Do you remember our 'lessons'?" She asked, grinning down at him. Cole thought back with ease to the nights at the store the previous year, before he had been put back in the grocery department. He had been a bag boy, and Michelle was a cashier. They used to close together all the time, and in the time between ten and eleven at night, most of the store was empty, with hardly any customers. One night he had seen her reading a Cosmo, and he asked what she was reading about. That started their "nightly talks" as they called them, where she told him about what the girls writing in wanted out of men, sexually, and then he either agreed or disagreed to what the magazine's so-called experts told women that guys wanted. Cole smiled at her. "Yeah, I remember." "Good, let's see if you learned anything." Michelle challenged, leaning forward to kiss him again, then pulling herself off of him. 5 Cole watched as she slid off of him, then slowly propped himself up on his elbows. She never took her eyes off of his as she crossed her arms over her mid section and grasped the bottom of her white T-shirt. She winked to him just before pulling the shirt up over her head freeing her milky breasts. After discarding her shirt, she took a step toward him and the bed. "What do you think?" She asked, smiling. "Very nice." Cole answered, astonished. She didn't have large breasts, not nearly as large as he had seen in porn mags or in the videos that his dad kept hidden around the house, but being the first ones that he had truly seen in person, he was awed. Michelle laughed quietly before stepping even closer, watching in amusement how he stared at her chest. Then, in a move that nearly shocked herself, she reached down to him with her hand and, grabbing him by the collar of his work shirt, she pulled him up to a sitting position, his face at perfect level to her breasts. "When someone asks a question like that, you answer with your mouth, but not vocally." She instructed. Cole immediately took heed and began kissing one breast, then the other. Michelle's smile nearly hurt her face as she watched. She was finally beginning to live a fantasy that had brought her to climax more than once while in the bathtub at night. Cole slipped on of his hands up and cupped the breast that he was neglecting. "Perfect." Michelle groaned in approval. Cole began working on Michelle's breasts with a vengeance. He had started out softly kissing the nipples, then lightly tracing his tongue around her areolas between kisses. Now he was full out making out with her tits. He would alternate kissing them, taking as much into his mouth as he could, then lightly biting the nipples, then running his tongue all over the surfaces before sliding his head across her chest, dragging the tip of his tongue with him, to start on the other one. His hand squeezed, massaged, and caressed in the wake of his mouth. After a few minutes of Cole's natural talent on her breasts, Michelle pushed him backwards and onto the bed. For a few moments he wouldn't let go, and nearly brought her with him. When he finally did let go, she stepped back eyeing him lustfully. "That . . . " she smiled, out of breath, "that was a good start." She began slowly, teasingly, unbuttoning her shorts, then let them fall to her ankles. Beneath, she exposed a small pair of satiny black panties with small red hearts around the top. After a moment of letting him stare, she hooked her thumbs into the waist and slowly slid them off. Cole nearly thought that he'd be the youngest guy to die of a heart attack as Michelle's panties descended past her crotch, the middle of it sticking for just a moment, and seeing a real naked woman for the first time in his life. He laid, propped up on his elbows once again, taking her full nakedness in as she straightened from pushing her panties all the way down. Cole was certain she was a work of art. Her long white legs stretching up from her feet to come together at a well-trimmed pussy, then her small hips pulling his eyes up past her flat stomach to the breasts that he hadn't wanted to let slip from his mouth, to her slender neck, then to her face, the strawberry-tasting lips, the small nose, the dark expressive eyes, the arched eyebrows, then the shiny dark brown hair that hell down back over her shoulders. He looked helplessly as the track of his eyes took him back down to the pile of coverings on the floor. "I don't think I even need to ask this time, do I?" She smiled, flattered. She stepped out of both her shorts and panties, and made her way back to the bed. "Let's get you a little more comfortable, okay?" She began to unbutton the work shirt that had the insignia of the store that they worked in on it. She caught him trying to lean in to kiss her breasts again and she stopped him with her own head, smiling at him. When he looked up from her chest to her eyes, she slightly shook her head from side to side. After a couple seconds she had the shirt opened, exposing Cole's strong chest. She slid it down his arms and helped him remove it. "Now, let's see if you really did learn anything." She knelt up onto the bed and slid past him, dragging her fingernails lightly over his chest before laying down on her bed. Cole turned, goose bumps standing out on his arms from the stimulation of his chest, and saw before him any man's dream: Michelle's long legs were bent at the knee, her feet planted one on each side of him, and her wet pussy exposed. He knew instantly what was about to happen, and he wanted it more than he had wanted anything in his life. He slowly unbuckled his belt, then opened his pants and let them fall to the ground. He saw what seemed to be a look of approval on her face when his boxers came into sight. Then he dropped the underwear, and the look turned from approval to shock. "OH MY GOD!" Michelle sat up and locked her eyes on Cole's rock hard member. "What?" Cole asked nervously, looking down. "You, y-y-your HUGE!" Michelle yelled. She had been used to high school guys, the couple that she had dated in the last year had what she thought were good sized cocks for high school guys, around five or five and a half inches. Cole was easily six and a half. "Damn, boy," she laughed, looking up into his confused eyes, "and you're only a senior in high school! God, to see you when you're done with college!" "Huh?" Cole looked at her utterly dumbfounded. "As you use it, it gets bigger, understand?" She winked at him. "How do you know?" "Cosmo." She answered. "Which, as a matter of fact, you're doing a really bad job proving that you learned anything from. Come here." Cole walked to the bed, then knelt up onto it. He stopped about a foot from her body. "What?" She asked. "Um . . . I don't have a condom." Cole spoke. "Don't worry about it, I'm safe." She assured him. "I've been on the pill since the beginning of last summer. Now, come here." Cole took a deep breath as he crawled to her. His heart pounded in his chest, he felt that the closer he got to her the weaker his arms became, threatening to give out before he reached her. They didn't. Michelle saw that Cole was a bit spooked, and so she reached over to him and pulled him toward her. When he was between her legs and above her, she looked down and took hold of him. She slid her hand up and down the length of his shaft a few times. It had to have been twice as big around as either of the pencil dicks that she'd had in her before, and she was a bit nervous about how much pain it would cause her at first. Then she looked up and saw how scared he was. "It's okay." She smiled at him. "Now we'll just go easy, and don't be upset if it doesn't last long, most times it doesn't. Not the first time." Cole nodded. He wanted to make her feel good, wanted to give her more pleasure than she had ever though possible. He wanted to make this worth it to her. He felt her grip him a little bit more firmly than she had been before, and she began to pull him toward her. His hips slowly lowered him down to her, then the tip of his cock felt warm wetness. He closed his eyes and prepared to enter as Michelle took her hand from his cock and rested it on his hip. "Please look at me." Michelle's voice came to him. He opened his eyes and looked down into hers. "I want you to see me when we do this." Cole slowly pushed his hips forward and saw something cloud over Michelle's eyes just as he entered her. He got just the tip in before he stopped. "Okay so far?" He asked her. "Yeah," she nodded, "keep going." Cole let his weight settle downwards and felt himself sink into her. It was the most amazing feeling that he had ever felt. Warm wetness enveloped him, and he saw a look of pure bliss in Michelle's eyes. He kept going, urged on by the pressing of Michelle's hands on his hips. After about a minute of slow pressing he was most of the way in her. "Okay," Michelle panted to him, "now, nice and slow, pull almost all the way out of me, then back in." As Cole followed her instructions, Michelle stared up into his eyes. She tried to speak through her eyes to him, tried to tell him how much she loved him, tried to tell him how glad it was that it was she who was experiencing this with him. As Cole came to the end of his retreat, he began to push back down into her. She fought the urge to cry out in pain from the girth of his member, wanting to make him think that she was feeling nothing but pleasure. This time he slid all the way in until their groins were together. He looked down into her eyes and she could tell that he loved the feeling of himself in her. She smiled, a small tear escaping from the corner of one eye. "Are you okay?" Cole asked instantly, worried that he was doing something wrong. "I'm fine." Michelle answered back in a quaking voice. "Now come here and kiss me, then keep doing what you were doing." Cole's arms collapsed down to the elbows and he shifted his forearms under her arms. He softly began to kiss her, once again the taste of strawberries coming into his mouth. He began to rise then lower his hips, first going almost all the way out of her, then back in. As their kisses grew more passionate, his hips gained speed. He could feel her pussy locked around his cock, tighter than his fist had ever been. He concentrated on kissing her so that he wouldn't cum soon. Michelle had moved her hands from his hips when he had adjusted his arms, and now she wrapped them around his shoulders and neck. Her legs had begun to intertwine around his, and she began moving her own hips in motion with his. The pain had subsided, and the pleasure she was feeling was more than any she had ever had. She felt him touch places inside of her that she had never contemplated, and they drove her wild. She fought the urge to turn him over and ride him, reminding herself that this was about him, not her. They began building more speed, each moaning and gasping into the other's mouth. After a few minutes Cole broke the kiss for some air. He raised himself on his hands and, unwittingly, began to enter Michelle from a different direction. At first Michelle was slightly hurt upon Cole's pulling away, but suddenly she was feeling something she had never before. Cole's larger cock was touching something inside of her that seemed nearly magical. She couldn't help herself. "Oh God!" She moaned. "Right there, keep doing that." Cole, realizing that he must be doing something that she liked a great deal, began to push in and out of her faster. "OH FUCK!" She yelled. "YES THAT'S IT!" To hear her swear turned on Cole tremendously. He began to rotate his hips from side to side as he slid in and out of her. He watched, amazed as Michelle's body began to undulate under him. "OH MY GOD!" She screamed. "PLEASE KEEP DOING THAT!" Michelle had never felt what was going through her body. Her back was arching nearly every time Cole slid into her, and her hands were traveling across her body and through her hair. Her head was turning from side to side, her chest heaving. Her legs wrapped around Cole's hips and her thighs squeezed him. "OH GOD! OH GOD!" She moaned almost incoherently. Cole continued to slide in and out of her pussy which was getting wetter and hotter by the moment. He was trying to think of anything he could to keep from focusing his mind on what he was doing. Her pussy clenched again and again around him. He knew he couldn't take much more. The bottoms of Michelle's feet felt as if they had fallen asleep. Pins and needles tickled them, then the feeling seemed to move up her body. Her calves felt as if they were cramping, a moment later the muscles in her thighs and butt clenched, lifting her ass off the bed. "OH DAMN!" She screamed. "I'M GONNA CUM!" Cole gritted his teeth, when her hips moved up the grip her pussy had on him tripled. Every stroke into her nearly brought him over the edge. He could feel his cum boiling up from his balls, and he tried to clench off the passage to the tip of his cock. "OH GODDDDD!" Michelle could feel his cock growing inside of her. She knew that he was close to cumming, and she pleaded with every god and devil that ever existed to let him hold on. Her eyes were clenched shut, and suddenly spots started filling the insides of her eyes. A half a moment later the spots burst into small balls of light. "OH-H-H-H I-I-IIIIIII'MMMMM C-C-CUMMMMING!" She screamed as she flooded Cole's cock with torrents of cum, it flooding out of her and down onto the bed. "AH, SO AM I!!!!" Cole yelled through his gritted teeth. The feeling of her cum, the realization that he caused it, and the sound of Michelle's orgasm pushed him over the edge. His cock exploded into her, coating the inside of her pussy time and time and time again. Cole felt that he had never cum so much in one week as he did in that one minute. When his cock had erupted for the last time, he collapsed onto Michelle. She held him tight as aftershocks racked her body each time his shrinking cock twitched. "Are you okay?" Cole asked her, out of breath. "Not hardly." She panted back. "I-I'm sorry." He apologized in an exhausted voice. "No, don't you dare be sorry." She instructed him. "That was totally awesome." "I agree. Thank you." At the sound of Cole's final two words, Michelle clung to him tightly and cried. 6 Cole walked out of the bathroom, his hair a wet tangle behind his ears, and a towel around his waist. He walked into Michelle's room and saw her laying on the bed, she was wearing his work shirt over her naked body. She seemed asleep. He sat down on the edge and looked at her for a moment in silence. "So, do you think your parent's will call Bryan's house to make sure you're there?" Michelle asked. Evolution of Cole Ch. 01 "I thought you were asleep." Cole told her. "No, they won't. They're trusting." Michelle sat up, smiling. "If they only knew the delinquent their son was." "Oh, well, look how's corrupting me." Cole laughed. "So, feel better?" She asked, setting her head on one bare knee, a sad smile on her face. "Yeah, the shower sure helped." "I'm not talking about the shower. I meant from earlier today." Cole sat there, on the end of the bed of his best friend, the girl that had just helped him lose his virginity, and he suddenly remembered why she had done it. "Yeah, I guess so." "That's good." She smiled at him while she rocked back and forth slightly. "What's the matter?" Cole asked her, laying down on his side, looking up at her. "I have a confession." She told him. "Do you want to hear it?" "If you're going to tell me that you faked it, I'll die." He said, prompting her to laugh. "No way. I stand by my testimony of that being greater than great." "Then, what is it?" "The fact that you are, or you were being more appropriate, a virgin had nothing to do with why Sarah acts like she does to you. That was just your own issue." "What?" Cole sat up, looking at her confused. "The truth is, I did some calling when I got home from school today, and the reason that Sarah acts weird is that someone told her something about you." "Huh? Who said what?" Cole asked, getting angry. Michelle suppressed her jealousy. "I don't know what it was exactly, but I think I know who it was." "Well, tell me!" "Brittany." "Brittany? Her best friend?" "Yeah, looks like she made up something really bad about you." Michelle finished, getting up and removing Cole's shirt from her body. "So, the plan I've come up with so far is that first we need to find out what the lie was, then we need to get something on Brittany. Something so bad that we can make her tell Sarah the truth. Then, Cole, you're home free." She paused a moment, forcing the final words from her mouth. "Then you can be with the object of your desires." She felt like she might cry. "But how do we do that?" Cole asked, standing up and beginning to pace. "Well, I can tell you right now from experience, you've got a heck of a weapon at your disposal there." "Huh?" Michelle turned to him, putting her shirt on. "Trust me, girls, just like guys, can be manipulated with sex. I think that's exactly what you need to use." "But how?" "We'll figure that out in the morning. For now, get in bed." "Okay." Cole agreed, then began looking for his pants. "What are you doing?" Michelle asked, a smile on her face again. "Well, I need to at least get my underwear." "Why? Got something I haven't seen?" Michelle laughed. "Um, no, I guess not." Michelle crawled into her bed. "Besides, I think since I helped come up with the plan I get you whenever I want." "Well, the plan isn't final, yet." Cole laughed, dropping the towel and crawling into bed as well. "Well, that's why you have no pants . . . " Michelle laughed as she turned out the light, "I may need a little extra input during the night to come up with the rest." "Damn, does that mean I'm your sex slave?" Cole joked. "Having complaints?" "Well, no, but I do have a question." Cole answered her, propping himself up on one elbow. "What?" "If you knew that my being a virgin had nothing to do with all this, then why did you-" "Do this?" Michelle finished his sentence, pulling her arms up, placing her hands behind her head. She smiled, half heartedly. "Yeah, I guess." "Partially because it was a problem in your mind, partly because, well, I guess I just really wanted to." "What?" Cole asked, astonished. Michelle turned her head to him. "What? Are you telling me that you've never realized that you might just be hot?" "I am?" He asked, honestly blind to the idea. "Let's see," Michelle smiled, turning to him, and propping her head up with her hand, "you've got an athletic body, a good-looking face, a nice smile, your hair is prettier than most girls, and, if I may say so, you're hung like a horse." "So, you just wanted to do this because you thought I was attractive?" "That's all you need to know for now, okay?" Michelle eluded his question. "Well, I guess that'll have to do then." Cole consented. "But, seriously, I don't want this to be the only time we do this, okay?" Michelle laid her head on his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat. "I think I can live with that." Cole closed his eyes, suddenly tired. "You know that you might still fail this test." Michelle's voice came to him just before he dozed. "Huh?" He asked, sleepily. "Put two and two together, boy." Michelle's voice answered in the relative darkness. Cole smiled and brought his arms around her. He started thinking about how great the feeling of having her by his side was. She shifted next to him and brought her body very close to his. He started to wonder if there was anything to this night, anything deeper than just friendship between them. He also started to wonder what he didn't know about why Michelle had wanted this. Before he could finish any of the thoughts, he was asleep. *** "Thanks, Michelle, I really appreciate everything." Cole kissed his best friend as he headed out her front door and into the early morning. "What? For not taking advantage of you last night?" Michelle laughed. "No, you know what I mean, this whole plan. It's good. It's really good." "Well, what are friends for, right?" Michelle looked at the ground before smiling back at Cole. "Well, when I get Sarah, I'll definitely remember who to thank." Cole hugged her. "Goodbye." "See ya." Michelle waved as Cole got into his car and backed out of the drive. When he was gone, she walked back to her room to clean up. She'd had one night of perfection, one night where here greatest fantasy came true, she made love to Cole Russell, her best friend. She should have been ecstatic, but instead her stomach was in knots. He thought that she had only done it for pleasure, and, although it was pleasurable, she knew differently. She also knew that the fact that he was no longer a virgin would gain him confidence, and that was probably good, but in giving him that confidence she had also started him down the road to what could have been considered victory: the winning of Sarah. "Some friend." Michelle said, picking up the towel that Cole had worn out of the shower the night before. She sat on her bed and smelled it. Then she laid down and began to cry. * * * This is the first in a series of stories dealing with this character. As I have said, this is my first story submission, and any and all feedback will be appreciated. I hope you enjoyed the story and come back for Chapter 2.