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Sexual Awakenings Ch. 01

By: Fanficauthor



Chapter One - The Beginning

This story begins like any other story. That is, any other story about the time you had a weekend detention with two other eighteen year old female classmates. But this is the best story to start with when it comes to the overall story of my early adult years.

I had attended a private, meaning religious, school since the seventh grade. It wasn't all bad I suppose. But by the time I reached my senior year and turned eighteen I was more than ready to be done with the strict rules and the irrelevant punishments. Every Friday morning there was a chapel service and every Friday morning, since I had turned eighteen two months back, I weaseled my way out of going.

Normally I had done so by simply being late but on a few occasions I had gone out to a diner with two young women that I desperately wanted to avoid what I was already in. The dreaded friend zone.

The three of us got along quite well. Besides me, a strapping five foot ten inches tall young man with short brown hair and hazel eyes , there was Ashley and Emily. Ashley was the school's head cheerleader and had long, blond hair and bright blue eyes. Emily was also on the cheer squad and also had long blond hair, though she had green eyes and was a few inches taller than Ashley but still an inch or two shorter than me.

Well on one particular Friday morning in early April the three of us were pulled from class and directed to the Headmasters office. We knew we would all graduate in less than eight weeks so we didn't dread going. We assumed there wasn't much he could do. But I would end up being glad to be so very wrong this time.

"I've had enough of your excuses! Every Friday you have some reason to miss chapel and now, now you're gonna miss your precious Saturday! Instead of being able to sleep in and relax all day you will be here!" said the headmaster to the three of us. "Now I've already contacted all three of your parents and I have their support in this matter."

We were all standing in his office, Ashley, Emily, and myself, Brandon. Though we thought most of, if not all, our absences from chapel had gone unnoticed we were apparently wrong. Now, it seemed, was the time to pay the piper.

"Tomorrow you will spend as long as it takes to repaint our teachers lounge. As you know, being a privately funded school we get no help from tax revenue so we have to get a little creative when we need some upkeep performed around here. You all just volunteered for free labor. I'll be here to let you in at ten and then I will lock you in. The door is self-locking when you leave but the job better get done. I'll be back by five so no goofing off."

"Yes headmaster." we replied.

While I could think of much better ways to spend a Saturday morning / afternoon it wouldn't be so bad with these two girls to keep me company. Perhaps I might make some headway in breaking out of the friend zone with them. At the very least I'd be spending quality time with just them while we weren't having to abide by the school's strict dress code.

I showed up the following morning in a pair of well-worn khakis and a t-shirt. Figured I might ruin whatever I wore so it might as well be headed for the trash pile anyways. Just as I parked and locked my truck I heard another vehicle pull into the lot.

Ashley parked and walked over to me. She wore a pair of torn jean shorts and a shirt that stretched tight cross her chest. It wasn't low-cut but it did leave little to my imagination. There was a rumor amongst the guys in my class, for over a year now, that her boobs were enhanced. During the summer between our sophomore and junior year she had developed quite the pair. I seriously doubted the rumor myself and thought it was a oddly-timed coincidence. Having attended a few basketball games and watching her cheer I also could tell that she had a nice bottom.

"Hey Brandon. What no sexy jean shorts for you?" she smiled as she thrust her hips sideways.

I couldn't figure out what was hotter that morning. How much sex appeal she was oozing out, or that she was so confident in doing so.

"No I'd be afraid of showing too much with tight shorts on." I replied and opened my arms for a friendly hug.

"Oh come on. We're friends aren't we?" Ashley welcomed the hug. "And friends share with each other don't they?" It wasn't a tight hug but thanks to her massive chest it didn't have to be in order to feel her against me.

Before I could reply or attempt to move my hardening dick into a tucked position we heard Emily calling out to us.

"Hey guys, wait up!"

I turned to watch Emily jog towards us. While she wasn't as busty as Ashley she certainly wasn't flat either. If I had to compare them I'd say that there was no way I could fit one of Ashley's tits in one of my hands but I'm pretty sure I could just fit one of Emily's.

However, she had something else that, for me, was a greater asset. It had been at one of those away games for basketball that I had attended I had walked in on Emily changing into her cheerleading uniform. She didn't know I had seen her when she was naked from the waist down cause she had been facing away from the door. I had stared for a few seconds and backed away, silently. Even now I don't know how she had mixed up the boys and girls locked forms at that school but I can still picture her smooth, round ass in my mind.

Between Ashley's friendly hug, memories of Emily's bare ass, and me being a eighteen year old male, I now had rapidly tightening shorts. I made an excuse up that I had forgotten my wallet in my truck and used the driver side door to block the adjustment I made. Under my shorts I was wearing cotton boxer briefs which made it easy to tuck my semi-hard shaft so it wouldn't be as obvious.

After a few minutes of standing by the school's entrance the headmaster pulled up and unlocked the door for us.

"All the supplies are in the lounge for you and all of the wall furnishings have been removed. Your job is simple. Roll as much of the wall as possible and use brushes to finish the trim and corners. It should take you the whole day to get it done. I'll be back by five and expect a completed job. Any questions?"

None of us had any so within two minutes he was gone and we got to work. The first three hours seemed to fly by for the most part. We talked about school and rumors and such, nothing noteworthy. Both Ashley and I had painted rooms before so we rolled all four walls by one in the afternoon. That's the hour that started the change for all three of us.

"Oh what the hell?!" Emily and I heard Ashley ask loudly.

Given our current topic of conversation we both assumed Ashley had found something else to complain about or gotten paint on her clothes again.

"What now?" I asked, slightly exasperated.

"Oh nothing I suppose." Ashley responded, picking up on my tone. "Unless you are hungry for lunch and then you realize the old bastard didn't leave us anything to eat and the main door locks behind us."

"So now what? Cause now that you mention it I am getting a little hungry." Emily stated.

"Let's just take turns going to lunch." I suggested. "That way we can finish this damn painting and we won't get locked out."

"Sounds like a great idea Brandon. I'll even go first." Ashley volunteered.

"Wait, what?" I was momentarily confused at her quickness.

"It's all right Brandon. Go ahead Ashley. All we've got left is trim work anyways." Emily said.

Ashley grabbed her purse and took off. I was left with Emily by myself now. I tried to clean up at first, to keep my distance, as I didn't want to embarrass myself or her. I was attracted to her but I also had heard she was still a virgin, after having a steady boyfriend for the past two and a half years, so I assumed she was saving herself. And I didn't have a problem with that. I wasn't one myself but who was I to judge. Then, just a few minutes after Ashley had left, she needed my help with the ladder.

"Brandon this ladder is a little wobbly. Come over and hold it steady so I don't fall." Emily stated more than asked for help.

Now I had always considered myself to be a gentleman to ladies. A horny gentleman but a gentleman still. But when I took hold of those bottom legs of the ladder I still looked up. I saw what would still be my favorite bottom years from that day. Under her pleated mini-skirt Emily was wearing a nice pair of pink cotton bikini panties. The bottom half of each cheek was laid bare for me to stare and be aroused at. It was one of the fastest erections I got in my young life.

After I stared at her round bottom for a minute I looked away. It was just in time as Emily finished with the space she was doing and needed to move the ladder. Once again she had me hold it and once again I stared at her beautiful ass.

It wasn't bad enough that it was my favorite part of the female anatomy. It wasn't bad enough that a girl I was already attracted to had such a nice round one or that it was just a few feet above my head. It wasn't even bad enough that I was pretty sure no one else had ever seen it completely bare. No, the worst part was that this would be the closest I'd come to it. Unless I risked our friendship.

But that would be a big risk I told myself as we once again repositioned the ladder. Sure the reward would be great but I'd risk not only Emily's friendship but potentially Ashley's as well. I decided to not risk it.

Chapter Two - The Decision

Then again...

It was Emily, the virgin, who had worn the revealing panties. It was the virgin who had me holding the ladder while she painted. It was Emily.

By the next time she was done and ready to come down I had made up my mind. I'd stay close to the ladder as she came down and see how she reacted. I hoped I'd make quite the impression.

Emily took each rung slowly and kept her body bent at the waist. Her bottom stayed out away from the ladder and I became convinced she knew exactly what she was doing. I stayed still, with my erection held upright against my waist, and let her descend. When her legs passed between my arms I saw her hesitate, but only briefly. Her bottom came within two inches of my mouth and I almost leaned forward and kissed her cheeks right there. Then her lower back was in front of my face and I knew if she wanted to she could ask me to move now. She was only two rungs from the floor and she knew I was still there.

Emily stayed quiet and went down to the bottom rung. Her bottom was just above my waist now and I could feel the air in the room had changed somehow. It felt a bit warmer than a few minutes ago. I swore she took a deep breath and stepped down to the floor. I held the legs of the ladder even tighter as her soft cheeks slid down my hard shaft. I heard her gasp when I pressed against her and it moved between her cheeks.

"Oh damn." She whispered. "W-what are you doing?"

"Just letting you feel the impression you've made on me." I whispered back.

"I was beginning to think you didn't notice. But still, I wasn't exactly expecting this." She shook her hips a little to make her point.

"Yeah I know. I don't know what came over me and maybe I shouldn't have pulled this on you." I began to back away from her.

"No no." Emily scooted backwards to me. "Stay there, please."

"I uh, I don't get you right now. Am I doing something wrong or right with you?" I was getting confused.

Emily thought for a few seconds. "Both I guess. Are you a virgin Brandon, like me?"

"No." I quickly responded.

"I didn't think so. I might be the only one in our class at this point." She pushed her hips against mine.

"Just so I'm clear here." I began. "Before I risk our friendship any more than I already have."

"We both have. I wore a skirt on purpose just to get a rise out of you." She moved to turn her body to face me and I let her.

I placed an arm on each side of the ladder and leaned in close to her.

"So what are you saying Em? You want me to take your virginity?" Even as I said the words it felt like my dick swelled even more.

"I'm saying that I'm comfortable with you Brandon, very comfortable. I've known you for about six years now and I figure if I couldn't lose my virginity with my ex of over two years than I'd like to lose it to someone I know. Before I go off to college of course."

"So you want to have sex, here in the teachers lounge?" I still sought clarification for some stupid reason.

"Well just promise me you'll go slow. Don't rush it and I'll see how far I can go. But if not here than somewhere else," she added, "with you, Brandon."

"Then turn back around." I directed her. "And follow my lead."

Em already knew what to do when she faced away from me. Her cheeks found my shaft and surrounded it between the two of them. I lowered my left arm to her flat belly and pulled her tight against me. With her only an inch or two shorter than me I found myself staring at her bare neck. I pressed my mouth against the space where it met her right shoulder blade and nibbled on her skin to garner a reaction.

"Mmm." Emily softly moaned, so I bit her harder. "Ohh yeah!" She moaned a little louder.

Encouraged, I slid my left hand up under her loose fitting shirt until I felt her bra. I palmed her right breast and spread my fingers out along the circumference of it. I could just barely fit it in my extended grip. I squeezed it and reveled in the feeling of her already hardened nipple pressing back against my palm. She moaned her approval again.

"Take off your shirt." I whispered in her ear and leaned my upper body back enough to let her.

Em's back was smooth and showed off just how fit she was. Not muscular, just in shape. I resumed nibbling and kissing her neck and shoulder while caressing her both breasts through her bra.

"Tell me Em. Cause I'm curious. How many lucky guys have you shown your bare chest too?" I was more than curious, I wanted her mind to be filling with thoughts about nudity and sex. I wanted her as horny as I could get her.

"Before now," she reached back between us and unhooked her bra, "only my ex." She let the unclasped bra fall down her arms and drop to the floor.

I loudly exhaled as I cupped her bare breasts, taking my time with each one. They were most certainly a handful.

"Well they feel magnificent." I stated.

"Really? But you haven't seen them yet. Want me to turn around?" She asked permission. So damn hot.

"Not just yet. But I have another question for you." I brought my right hand under her skirt and placed it at the top of her soft panties. "I think you know where I'm going with this." My hand slid under her panties and down her waist. I felt her bush and her inner heat. "Have you ever gone this far before?" My middle and ring fingers found the source of her heat and gently traced the outside edges.

Emily rocked her hips back into me as I stroked her. "Just once. We were spooning and I brought his hand between my legs." She writhed as the memory came to her. "I let him touch me like you are now."

Time to see if taking it slow had paid off or not. I pressed my two fingers against her outer lips and then easily slid them inside of her, up to the first knuckle.

"Oohhhh!" Emily sharply exclaimed. "But not like this."

Now I knew I had gone farther than anyone else, and it aroused me even more. I reminded myself to let my actual brain stay in control, for now.

I slowly thrusted my fingers in and out of her warm lips while still molesting her breasts with my other hand. Her body, caught between me and the ladder, had nowhere to go and preferred it that way. She kept herself pressed backwards against me and spread her thighs just a little more further apart. I did a quick clock check and realized Ashley had been gone about fifteen minutes so I should pick up the pace a bit. I let my left hand slide down her toned body and under her skirt. I pushed her panties down her thighs until they dropped to the floor like her bra had.

"Well if no one has ever treated you like this before," I forcefully thrusted my fingers in to make my point, "then I doubt you've ever been treated like this."

With my fingers still inside of her I managed to drop to my knees and push her skirt up with my free hand. I now had an almost perfect view of her bare round bottom. It was very smooth and shaped as if someone had taken a basketball, cut it in half, and used it as a mold for her. Truly enticing. So much so that I pressed my face against her soft flesh and kissed her, first on one cheek and then the other. She moaned her approval.

"You know," Emily began, "my first try with you didn't quite work."

"What do you mean?" I asked right before running my tongue up and down the space between her cheeks.

"Damn that feels good." She gasped. "I mean a few weeks back, that away game. Awww!" She cried out when I sunk my teeth into her. "I saw you had just finished off a big drink on the bus and hoped you'd head straight for the bathroom."

I could feel my dick bulge at this revelation.

"So I raced down the stairs to where they were and risked no one else walking in on me when I dropped my panties. I saw you in the mirror when you walked in and how you stared at me. Ohhhh, keep biting. And I wondered, what did I do wrong? Cause you left."

I paused for a moment before I responded. I would be truthful but delicate.

"Nothing you did was wrong. Had there not been others coming down the stairs it might have worked out differently that day. As it was I had to tell the others it was broken and to use the other men's room on campus. I basically saved you from about four other guys walking in on you."

"Well that makes seNSE!" She ended on a high note as I pulled her soft flesh into my mouth and bit down. "I was starting to think either you were gay or just not attracted to me."

"Well if you must know, it was enough to get a good rise out of me." I needed to bolster her confidence just a bit more. "Enough that I uh, took care of myself later that night." I hinted.

"You mean you ahhh," I licked her again, " you jerked off to me?"

I could smell her scent between her thighs. Just a little more and then I'd move on.

"Wouldn't be the first time." I commented before resuming my nibbling.

"Oh god I don't know why but that's really hot."

I stood up and quickly worked her skirt loose.

"It's hot because you now know that your body has a power when it comes to mine."

Emily moaned, "Ahh."

I picked her up in my arms and walked us to the couch.

"A power to turn me on, to arouse me." Her arms were wrapped around my neck and I felt her nails dig into me at my admission. "Your beautiful naked body is a magnificent sight to look at."

"You're just saying that." She said as I let her legs down, right next to the couch. "Cause I'm naked and you want to have sex with me."

Well she wasn't wrong. "Yes that's true." My admission made her giggle. "But your body is beautiful you know."

"Mmm tell me how." She stated as she sat down on the couch.

I knelt in front of her and noticed her naked boobs for the first time. They were very round and perky, probably barely even needed a bra to support them. Then there were her areolas. They were large too, I'd say about the size of a silver dollar coin and her hardened nipples stuck out a half inch or so, but were rounded at the tip.

"Your boobs are very enticing, they're soft and perky, a nice bounce when you do your cheers." She blushed but I pressed on. "Then there's your round bottom."

"Oh so you like my butt?!"

"Very much so. It's my favorite part, next to this of course." I placed my hands on her legs and guided them apart. Her blond bush was on full display for me and I took notice of its dampness. "This treasure you're giving me. This sultry and sexy pussy of yours. It makes me, well it just makes me hungry."


Sexual Awakenings Ch. 01



Without any advance notice for Emily I pushed my head between her thighs and pressed my lips against hers. Would she enjoy it? Would she be disgusted by my boldness?

Chapter Three - Emily

I felt her hands on the back of my head and knew I had her right where I wanted her. My only hope was that Ashley gave us enough time.

"Ohh yeah," Emily softly exhaled, "I've heard but never knew it would feel," she gasped, "ahhh, so damn good." Her voice trailed off.

Being only eighteen I wouldn't call myself a pro but I did pick up a useful technique. I let my tongue move across her warm lips with reckless abandon. There was no pattern to my movements. I'd lick her slit straight up and down, then run it sideways along her hot button, and then maybe give her wet pussy a kiss from my lips. Whatever I did, it had the desired effect.

Emily's curvy hips thrusted back and forth against my face. Her soft hands turned strong as they held me to her. Pure instinct took over for this virgin before me as she drove herself further than she had ever previously allowed. All too quickly her thighs crashed down on the sides of my head and I felt her body vibrate in rhythmic thrusts as I licked her swollen clit. It wouldn't be long before she came and wanted more. Very soon she would...

Let me go? Her thighs spread apart and her hands let go of my head. Her soft whimpers were silent and I wondered what I did wrong as she leaned back into the couch.

"What's wrong Em? I thought I had you there." I pondered.

"Oh you did Brandon. You felt so good, damn it felt good. But then I thought I heard something in the hall and lost it." She explained.

Being the one with all of their clothes on I jumped up and left the room to look down a vacant hallway.

"No one is here Em. Let me try again." I urged her.

"Come here." She hooked her finger and motioned me over. "I don't want your tongue anymore."

I stood in front of her and watched her open the button and pull down the zipper of my shorts. My bulge prevented them from automatically falling until Emily grasped them and pulled them down off my hips. I removed my shirt and tossed it to the side. When she pulled my briefs down as well I heard her gasp when my dick bounced free.

"Damn that's big." Emily flattered me. "And you trim yourself down here?"

Eight inches long I knew for a fact and I kept it trim to encourage oral attention.

"Ready?" I put my hands on her shoulders to guide her onto her back.

"Hang on, Brandon! Let me be the one that stares for once."

I let her look. I watched her, hesitantly, extend her right hand and lightly touch my shaft. Her warm fingers sent chills up my body and she giggled at my reaction. Then, after a few passes of her fingers, she wrapped her small hand around the shaft and commented.

"My fingers barely touch my thumb. You're uh, you're going to go slow, right?"

I could barely contain myself at the reality of taking her virginity. I wanted to push her down and enter her already. But I kept myself restrained.

"I'll go as slow as you need me to Em." I promised.

Emily gently squeezed my dick and ran her hand up and down a few times.

"Why do I have the desire to bring it into my mouth and suck on it?" She stared at it.

I wanted to let her but we were getting short on time. "Maybe some other time Em." I guided her down and brought myself on top of her. I would never see this lounge the same way again.

Emily stared into my own eyes. Those bright emerald eyes of hers kept contact while I took hold of my thick shaft and brought it to her wet lips. Her back arched upward and a groan escaped her lips but she kept eye contact. I couldn't take my eyes off of her either as I drew my hips back and pressed forward. As her southern lips parted and welcomed the smooth head of my dick, her red lips opened in a silent gasp at the invasion. Emily's tight pussy surrounded my head and I paused to enjoy the feeling.

"That's not so bad." Emily commented.

"Umm that's only the tip." Her eyes widened at the revelation.

I felt her hands slide from my upper back down to my bottom. Those emerald eyes shined brightly as she pulled on my bottom and drew me further inside of her. I didn't help, nor resist her, and watched her face only slightly betray her true feeling of being invaded for the first time. I remembered when I had lost my virginity and how rushed I was, it didn't go well for my partner at the time. I wanted Emily to enjoy it as much as possible so I tried to slow her down. But her eyes burned with a fiery passion and she used her strength to pull me entirely inside of her. The lower half of our bodies were tight against each other now but I kept my top half propped up so I didn't overwhelm her with all of my hundred and forty pounds.

"Ooohhhhh damn!" She moaned. "Don't move for a second."

I listened to her. I knew most girls didn't climax their first time but I hoped I had warmed her up enough that she would at least enjoy it. She was still my friend after all, well, maybe something more after today.

Emily breathed in deeply. "Ok Brandon, just start off slow."

Like I said I wasn't a pro but the movement came very natural. I drew my hips back and pushed them forward again. I focused on drawing about half of my shaft out each time and lowered my body on top of hers for a better angle to hit her hot button. I gradually lowered my chest to hers. Her breasts felt warm against me and she seemed to delight in the closeness as well. As I continued to thrust I knew I was losing control. I slid my right hand under her round ass and dug my fingers into her soft flesh.

"Mmm that's right, you like my butt, don't you." She whispered in my ear.

"I like your perfectly round ass Emily." I had noticed she used the word butt.

"How does mine feel Em?" I asked her.

"Your butt feels pretty good actually." She replied as she ran her nails along my soft skin.

"Your tits are beautiful too Em. They look and feel incredible." I felt her getting more into it now.

Her hips rose and fell opposite my own movements. Each thrust took me a bit more in and out of her tight pussy. After another minute I could feel that I was approaching my end. Emily seemed to be enjoying it to so I took the little dirty talk I had done and went even further.

"I'm going to cum soon Em." She whimpered and shut her eyes in response.

"You're not a sweet little virgin anymore are you?" Her lower body shook against mine.

"You're not innocent anymore cause now you've had me buried inside of you, haven't you?" More whimpering escaped her red lips.

"You spread those beautiful legs of yours and practically begged me to fuck you, didn't you?" I took a risk there with the F word but it paid off. Emily's body came unglued and thrashed underneath me. The drawback was that I felt my own load build rather quickly.

"Em I'm going to cum. Goddamn I still can't believe how tight you feel!" I was right on the edge.

"Cum Brandon." She said in a low whisper. "Deep inside so I can feel it."

"Ohhh fuck!" I exclaimed. "Mmmm!" I grunted as the first shot of cum exploded out of me and into Emily's pussy. I continued to pump shot after shot into her when her eyes and mouth shot open.

"Mmm, oh, oh, ohhhhshhhitttt!" Emily practically screamed in my right ear.

Her right hand shot to her mouth and clamped down to muffle her words. I wanted to hear her, to let her scream out loud, but even more so I wanted her to enjoy this. So I let her muffle her passionate cries while I emptied myself into her.

Emily's slim body spasmed against mine and threatened to throw me off of her as an unexpected wave of pleasure coursed through her formerly virginal body. Her pussy grew even tighter as it tried to suck the life out of my buried dick. If I hadn't already cum I surely would have now. As it was I had just emptied myself into her when her body went completely rigid for a second. Her back and bottom lifted off the couch before she collapsed back onto it with me on top of her. We both lay there and let ourselves catch our breath.

I lifted my head and began, "So." But she cut me off.

"That was awesome!" Emily smiled at me and saw my questionable face. "Oh come on as if I'd even know how to fake it!" She pointed out and then continued. "Wow, but I'm also unbelievably sore."

I should've let her finish her sentence but I became concerned with not only her comfort but also with getting dressed before Ashley returned. Instead, I withdrew, very quickly.

"Oh! My! God!" Emily exclaimed. "Holy crap that hurts." She stated while her green eyes burned with fury at me.

"I'll uh, I'll let you relax and get dressed Em." I grimaced. "Sorry about that."

I gathered up my clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up and dress myself.

Chapter Four - Lunch Break

A few minutes later I came back to the lounge and saw Ashley standing in the center of the room, right next to the couch, that now had a damp spot at the edge of the middle cushion. Luckily she was looking up at what little trim work we had accomplished.

"Oh hey Ashley, didn't hear you come in."

"Yeah I was banging on the door for a minute before Emily came up and opened it for me." She turned to look at me. "She must've ran all the way down the hall because she was a little out of breath."

"Hmph," I dismissed her comment and asked, "and where is she now? We've still got a little work to do."

"She ran off to the ladies room. But you can go grab some food if you want. Em and I will try and finish up in here."

"You sure cause I could..." I wanted to flip that cushion but Ashley cut me off.

"Yeah yeah, go ahead, take your time." She said, practically rushing me on my way.

So I left. Out the door I went, got in my truck, and went to a local pizzeria for a couple of slices. As I waited on my food and sipped my water I thought about the previous hour or so. Emily was someone of great value to me and she had just shot to the top of my list. Though it was only a short while ago I vividly recalled the trace of perfume from her neck, the way her green eyes sparkled with energy, the way she tasted to me, and how she felt when she surrounded me. It would be one of those events I could still remember for years to come.

When my food arrived I tore into it. I didn't realize how hungry I had become until the smell of melted cheese hit me. I finished off about four slices and got back to the school without abusing my lunch hour. I was full, but not stuffed, and ready to finish the job so we could go home at a decent time.

As soon as I arrived the girls were already at the door. Both had smiles on their faces and Emily said hi and bye as she passed me entering the building. I turned to say the same as she let the door close behind her.

Something had happened while I was away. Then I knew. Without another word being said I knew that Emily had told Ashley what happened between us. So now what, I wondered silently as I turned back around only to see Ashley walking towards the lounge.

Best friends tell each other everything anyway. It's not like there was anything to worry about. Ashley might give me grief for having sex while we were supposed to be painting. The sooner we finished the sooner we could leave for the day and then I could ponder where I went from here with Emily.

Chapter Five - Foreplay

Once I got back into the room I saw Ashley positioning the ladder over in one of the corners. A quick look around told me that the girls had managed to get a lot done while I was gone. There was only about ten feet of trim left to paint and we'd be done. Ashley must've seen me observing their work because she commented on it.

"Yeah we got a lot done while you slacked off at lunch Brandon." She said with a smile. "It's funny how the work just flies by when you have such an interesting conversation with each other." She heavily implied with an added emphasis on 'interesting'.

"I'm sure it did." I sighed in response. "Doesn't look like Em will even need to come back from lunch at all."

"Well great minds think alike because that's what I told her to do. 'Just go on home and get some rest.' She looked really tired out." She placed her hands on the ladders legs. "What did you do to her Brandon? Make her run around the room or something?"

I momentarily debated with myself whether or not to play along.

"Yeah, something like that." I said.

Ashley faced me with her back to the ladder. Her left hand went between the legs and hooked around the right leg, followed by her right hand around the left leg. The lower half of her leaned back against the ladder while her top half jutted out towards me. It wasn't an overtly sexual move or pose. Had the room been full of people it would've barely been noticed. But just the two of us, with whatever game of words we were playing, it effectively raised the sexual tension.

In truth it had two effects. The first was that it made her already large bosom even more pronounced as her arms were now behind her back. The second effect was that I thought she looked restrained and wanted to go to her and keep her that way. I could feel my manhood coming to life again as I approached her.

"Something like that, huh?" Ashley repeated my words. "All I know is she was very tired and yet pretty happy at the same time. All because I left her here with just you." Ashley pointed out. "For an hour."

I stood directly in front of her. Her blue eyes shined brightly and I could not look away from them. Whatever game we were playing was almost done. The temperature in the room seemed to go up a few degrees again as I moved even closer to this buxom blond and stood by her right side.

"I think you know exactly why Em was in a good mood but also exhausted." I countered back.

"Maybe I want to hear you tell me," she turned her head sideways to once again lock eyes with me, "tell me what played out in this room between you two." Her voice lowered to a whisper though no one else was around.

I chose my words carefully. I had sensed the potential that was between myself and Emily and now I wanted the same with Ashley. The thought of taking both of them mere hours apart didn't even occur to me at the time. I simply wanted to experience Ashley.

"What played out was a very raw and physical desire between me and a beautiful blond." I placed my left hand on the small of Ashley's back.

Ashley gasped and took a deep breath, which appeared to expand her chest even more.

"It started on this very ladder." My right hand went to the bottom hem of Ashley's shirt. "I found myself with an overwhelming desire to touch the blondes body." I lifted her shirt up and brought it above her magnificent chest. Her breasts were almost fully covered in her lacy, pink bra.

"Hmm, which blond are we talking about exactly?" Ashley urged me on, her own hands still holding the ladders legs tight behind her.

"Well this particular blond had a well-equipped chest that was capable of hypnotizing any male student that glanced her way," I brought both hands to the middle of her back and prayed she'd let me continue, "and they would comically crash into desks and chairs." I pressed the clasp between my fingers. "Her chest was so magnificent in fact," I heard the clasp break free, "that the image stayed burned in those poor boys minds long into the night."

I'd be unable to take off her bra with her hands snaked through the ladder. But they were begging to be cupped, to be caressed, to be teased. So I did the only thing I could do and slid my hands under her bra and lifted it above her breasts.

"What do you think you're doing Brandon?" Ashley softly asked.

"I'm simply verifying a rumor to be true or not." I softly replied.

"There's other ways to know if my boobs are real or not." Ashley stated. "You could've just asked."

"How did you know what I was referring to?"

"My own friends were suspicious when these um, blossomed last summer. So I figure most of the males are curious too. You gonna tell them all how nice and natural they are?" Color rose in her face as she spoke.

"Oh even if I tried to," time to lay it on thick, "words couldn't describe how wonderful your breasts are."

I palmed her left breast in one hand. It was way more than a handful but soft and malleable. All natural for sure.

"It's not fun to be the only one doing the touching you know." Ashley shifted her body.

I was unsure why but I immediately dropped her breast and gripped her arms behind the ladders legs.

"Let me go Brandon." She requested. "I want to quell a rumor about you too."

I didn't want her to touch me yet. I was being driven by lust and a desire to be in control. Like a crazed man my eyes searched the immediate area until they landed on what I needed, the roll of painters tape.

"Come one let me touch you." Ashley whined.

I held her arms with one hand while I peeled the tape with the other. Once I had a few inches free I brought it to her arms and placed the tape around her right elbow.

"W-what are you doing?" She nervously asked.

"Nothing that will hurt you. Just keep you where I want you." I said as I wrapped the roll around her elbows and arms. It was weak tape but a few trips around her arms and it was secure enough for my needs.

I brought the remaining tape up to her eye level.

"Just painter's tape. Just until I have some fun. You ok?" I needed her approval though she was the one restrained.

"Actually, I am ok with this. But you'll let me out soon, right?" With a hint of doubt in her voice.

I only nodded my confirmation as my eyes were already back on her exposed chest. I brought my hands up to her breasts and gently squeezed them.

"Just know that I'll pay you back for this someday." She said with a smirk.

"Then I better make it worth it." I lowered my hands to her jean shorts.

She squirmed and kept her legs together, "Brandon!" She protested to deaf ears.

I made quick work of her buttons and pulled the sides wide apart. Without so much as a glance I returned to her magnificent melons.

Her tits were huge, much bigger than Emily's. But her areolas were the opposite, maybe a little wider than a quarter but much darker than her milky white skin. Her nipples were fully erect and revealed the truth of her arousal to me. I wrapped both of my hands around one breast and heard her gasp as I squeezed it with all ten fingers. I moved my grip to the base of her tit and squeezed. Her areola and nipple bulged even further outward and I lowered my head to take it in my mouth.

Ashley gasped again when I flicked my tongue against her hardened nipple. I greedily sucked as much of her soft flesh into my mouth while my hands lowered themselves to her waist. Once there I realized I could not feel her jean shorts anymore. She must've let them slide down her legs on her own. One hand roamed over her supple ass while the other paid attention to her front.

Unlike Emily, Ashley had groomed herself. I guessed she liked having attention paid to it, much like myself, and provided a visual invitation to those lucky enough to see it. Ashley's hips pushed forward, and welcomed my middle and ring finger between her toned thighs.

"Brandon," she whispered and caused me to look up, "what if I don't want this?" I saw her eyes were shut tight. "For godsakes you just fucked my best friend in this room." Her colorful language kinda turned me on more. "What if I want you to stop?" She dared to ask even as her legs parted wider.

I moved my entire body close to her. My erection could practically sense her heat and I struggled to not give in to my desire. Instead I pressed my still clothed body and hard shaft against her right thigh.

"Do you really want me to stop?" I bent my knees to slide my dick up and down her bare thigh. "Really?"

"I sup-suppose not." She said just as my fingers found her wet lips.




Sexual Awakenings Ch. 01



My other hand slid between her cheeks and over her asshole to reach her pussy from the other side. I pressed my left ring and middle fingers against those exposed lips and easily pushed them inside of her.

Ashley cried out in passion at the sensation.

"When's the last time you were touched like this?" I asked.

"You mean other than my own hand?" She replied. It was getting hard to resist her appeal. The young woman had a drive to rival my own. "It's been a little while I guess."

I stopped talking and focused on a steady upward thrust from my left hand. Ashley enjoyed the attention and moaned her approval every few breaths. My right hand stayed on the top of her inner heat, where her clit was, but I wondered if it could be put to better use. So on a downward pull of my left, I thrusted my ring and middle fingers into the top of her slit. I made sure to rub them against her hot clit.

"Awwww fuck!" Ashley exclaimed. "Fuck! That's MMMM!" She groaned as I repeatedly slid all four fingers in and out of her. "Fuck! Feels so damn good!"

Ashley continued to curse and grind her hips on my fingers. Then, out of nowhere, something came to mind.

"You uh, you didn't wear any panties today, did you Ashley?"

"You just, mmmmm, noticed?" She answered.

I thought for a quick second. "You wanted this. You wanted to get me alone today didn't you?"

"Yes!" She squealed on a particularly strong thrust. "But I didn't know Emily would, ohh! That you'd fuck her first. Guess I should've gone to lunch last." She quipped.

"Were you planning on coming on to me or just gonna see how the day played out?"

"Shh, after this." She commanded.

I continued my upward thrusts, alternating the fingers of each hand so when two slid out, the other two slid in. Soon enough her breaths grew quicker and shorter, like a runner out of breath. Beads of sweat formed in between her breasts and reminded me how her soft flesh has tasted. I lowered my head to one of her nipples and lightly pinched it between my lips.

"Oohhhh fffffuck!" Ashley yelled in my ear. "FUCK!"

I felt her legs try to clamp down on my hands, to keep my fingers buried inside of her. But I was stronger. My fingers flew in and out of her while she groaned aloud and cursed my name. Her legs trembled under the weight of her spamming body and I worried she might collapse. But all of her training as a cheerleader gave her strong legs because she made it through her orgasm standing up. As I watched her enjoy the climax I wondered how quickly I could get my shorts off and get her on the couch.

With a final inhale of fresh oxygen Ashley came down from the high I had given her. And she came down with a plan that differed from mine as I would soon find out.

"Ah, hmm, well," she began, "that was quite the pleasure ride Brandon. Now let me loose before my arms cramp up."

As I cut and ripped the tape from her arms she told me that she had planned on somehow separating her and I from Emily and outright ask me about a rumor. When I asked about the rumor she said she would find out soon enough.

She stepped free of the ladder and I gazed over her semi-nude form. Her tanned legs led to her curvy hips and up over her flat belly. Her bra and shirt had unfortunately fallen down and covered her tits but I knew I'd see them again before the day was done. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told me we still had plenty of time before we were due for inspection.

"Ok Brandon, first things first, or I guess, second." She giggled at her own joke. "Gonna need you to finish the trim so at least that job is done for the day."

I figured it was only fair and besides, it'd take me five minutes to finish the small section. So I selected a brush and a paint tray and brought them to the ladder.

"Oh but you're going to do this without your shorts on." Ashley added.

"Sorry, um, what?"

"You know you heard me." She sidled up to me and placed her hands on my hips. "But it's ok, I wanted to take them off myself anyways."

Ashley made quick work of my button and zipper. She threw the open flaps to the sides and pushed my shorts down to my ankles. All that separated my long bulge from her was the cotton boxer briefs I still had on. Now I wanted her to touch it, to take it in her hands, and pump it up and down.

"So the rumor about you is true as well. And I guess Emily wasn't exaggerating, much." She said as she stared at my crotch. "Good to know. Hurry up and finish Brandon."

I grinned like the horny schoolboy I was and turned to climb up. The smack I felt on my ass told me that Ashley's sexual appetite might not just rival mine, but surpass it.

As I thought, it only took a few minutes but when I climbed down I realized Ashley was gone. She had collected our clothes as well. I called out her name and got my answer.

Chapter Six - Principal's Office

"Will Brandon please report to the headmasters office?" I heard her on the school's PA system.

I made the quick journey to the office and practically burst through the closed door. The bright lights momentarily blinded me but I soon regained my vision. There was Ashley, with her top still on, sitting in the headmaster's leather chair. Both of our shorts were lying on the desk in between the two of us. It was a solid oak desk that took up the majority of the office.

"Come on over here Brandon." She stood up and waved me over.

Under the harsh glare of the lights I could clearly make out her bottom half and the blonde strip of trimmed hair that beckoned me to listen to her. As I approached her I let her put her hands on my shoulders, turn me around, and push me down into the chair she had just vacated.

"Oh, I left you alone too long." Her gaze dropped to my crotch where my limp dick resided under my briefs. She reached out to take hold of it and then stopped. "Actually let's see if I can prove the rumor about you true again while also disproving the rumor about my boobs again."

I watched, eyes glazing over, as she grabbed her shirt and lifted it above and off her head. Her pink bra, still unclasped, slid down her arms when she dropped them to her sides. Silently, she cupped her massive tits in her hands and massaged them, proving again that they were all natural. She pressed them together and held them to her chest. It wasn't long before my shaft hardened to its full length and all too soon Ashley stopped her show. She grabbed my shaft in her right hand and softly commented on it.

"See your rumor was that you were well-endowed. And every now and then a classmate would see a bulge in your pants but you never know if that's the true definition anyways. Then one of the basketball players I slept with happened to mention your size."

I gave her a quizzical look.

"Oh he's not gay. Just happened to accidentally see you in the locker room one time. But it's amazing what I can get a guy to talk about and admit when he's under my naked body!" Her blue eyes lit up. "And I must say that you are pretty damn impressive."

"Now before I go on I must know that you will let me return your favor." She half-turned and picked something up from the desk. As soon as I heard the tape roll unravel I knew she was making good on the promise from earlier. I smirked and willingly let her tie my wrists to the arms on the chair and even tape my ankles to the chairs legs.

"Excellent!" Her blue eyes sparked. "I already see the allure that you must've seen."

"I only hope I feel as good as you felt earlier." I replied.

"Oh trust me. I know you won't be complaining. After all this is probably the first time you've been tied down, huh?"

"Considering you're only the fifth woman I've been with, yeah it is."

"Only five?" She seemed doubtful but continued. "Well you're pretty damn good with dirty talk. Now about that large elephant in the room." Her voice trailed off as she lowered herself to her knees.

Ashley's hands went to my waist and hooked into my boxers. With a quick tug she pulled them down my hips and allowed all eight inches to bounce free. I lifted my ass up and she finished pulling them down to the middle of my thighs.

"Damn Brandon. Very impressive." She took hold of my shaft with her right hand. "I mean, I've seen your bulge before."

I gave her another quizzical look.

"You think only guys look at girls Brandon, and not the opposite? Sometimes I've even intentionally done things like bending over in front of guys to see their bodies react. And yours doesn't disappoint." She stated.

With her hand on the base of my shaft I watched Ashley lower her head over my waist. Her long and curly blond hair surrounded my hips and upper thighs. I could no longer see her but when her warm lips surrounded the head of my shaft it was my turn to curse her name.

"Oh, fuck Ashley." I exhaled.

She drew me in slowly and worked at least half of my dick into her wet mouth. I gasped in pleasure when her head bobbed up and down on the smooth skin and tightly sucked the head past her lips again and again.

"Goddamn you feel so good." I said to encourage her.

She broke her oral fixation but replaced it with steady pumps of her hand.

"That's right. You didn't really get much playtime today did you?"

"Ohhhhh." I groaned when she tightly squeezed my shaft.

"Good thing we're not in a rush, isn't it?"

Ashley lowered her lips and resumed sucking my shaft tighter than before. For me it was already the best blow-job of my young life. Granted it was only my third one but who was I to argue with myself. I was already on cloud nine and quickly getting brought up even higher. Involuntarily I strained to raise my hips off the chair and tried to fuck her lips. But she was stronger than me when gravity was on her side. Her left hand came down on my right hip and pushed me down to hold me there. I let her continue to suck and lick my throbbing shaft, knowing I would soon explode in her mouth.

Ashley could feel it coming to an end for me too. Her head bobbed even faster and her lips drew an even tighter circle and then... Then she took her mouth off and left my dick bobbing in the warm air.

"Ashley, what the fuck?" I asked with a trace of anger.

"I told you," she stood up in front of my face, "I even will guarantee," she pulled my thighs and hips forward, towards the edge of the chair, "you won't be disappointed." Then she turned around.

Ashley was right of course. For now I had her beautiful ass mere inches from my face. I had seen, thanks to a certain monthly magazine, my fair share of bottoms, in pictures and a handful in real life. And while Emily certainly had a very fine and very round ass, Ashley was in another class, not better, just different. Her heart-shaped ass was perfectly shaped. It wasn't round like Emily's but I could still get a firm grip and maybe even sink my teeth into it. Maybe even spank it.

Ashley lowered her hips over mine and spread her legs. I felt her soft bottom contact my stomach. With her back now blocking my vision I was again forced to only feel her actions. Her hand gripped my shaft and guided it, with heat-seeking precision, to her inner thighs. This time we both gasped as our bodies intimately connected with the others and she forced her body down onto mine.

As she buried my shaft inside of her a sudden rush of memories came to mind. All the times I had watched her practice cheers once basketball practice had ended, or playing co-ed volleyball, or any time I glimpsed her cleavage and mentally undressed her; they all came to me at once.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted you like this Ashley." I admitted.

"Really now?" She sighed. "Tell me why."

"Well to start with, mmm," I paused when she lifted and dropped her hips, "I could always point out that you're beautiful, your blond hair and bright blue eyes, ahh," she rose up and came down again, "or I could reference how you being a few inches shorter than me is very attractive to me for various activities, but hmmmm." I let out a long groan and stayed silent while she found her rhythm to control the repeated penetration.

"Go on." Ashley sternly whispered.

"Mmm but I've really wanted you because of your sexy toned legs and thighs. I've pictured you wrapping those legs around my waist and letting me take you against a wall."

Now it was Ashley's turn to moan.

"Ohhh fuck, that would be sexy." Her pace quickened on top of me and her hips slammed down with more and more force.

"But the one thing I've wanted most Ashley, the parts of your body that I just can't resist are your massive tits."

"Mmm I like them too." She admitted while her hips pounded down onto mine.

"I'd like to grab them right now and squeeze them while you fuck me. I can hear them bouncing against your chest Ashley. God I want them in my hands."

"Oh shit!" Ashley exclaimed.

I could sense her lean forward and open a drawer. She moved some things around and then leaned back against me. The cool sensation of metal rubbed along my arm as she cut away the tape with scissors on first one arm, and then the other.

I wrapped my left arm around the front of her and felt her soft flesh compress against it. I brought my arm under her left breast, cupped as much of her right breast as I could, and squeezed it as hard as I dared.

"Fuck!" Ashley yelled. "Oh god yes!"

Ashley's warm body bounced on mine in random, but rapid, movements. If she couldn't maintain a rhythm then she was probably on the cusp of a climax. I brought my right hand around to her front and draped it along her right thigh.

"I'm going to make you cum Ashley." I whispered through her deep groans.

My forefinger found her sensitive clit and firmly rubbed it. Her body convulsed against mine. In my position I didn't really have any leverage except for my arms. I held her tight and massaged her breast with one hand while I stroked her hot button with the other.

"Oh fu, oh fuc," then she took a deep breath.

"Cum on my huge cock." I said in her ear.

Ashley's toned body went rigid and her inner heat clamped down on my dick. It felt like it was being squeezed in the most pleasurable way possible. Then her mouth gave way to her own pleasure.

"MMMMM FFFFFUUUUUCCKKK!" She yelled loud enough to be heard anywhere in the school.

Then she was still. Which wasn't going to work for me. With her still on my lap and impaled on my shaft I reached down and picked up the scissors that she had dropped. I leaned sideways and just managed a quick cut on one leg followed by a second and I was free from my restraints.

Without a spoken word I braced my hands in the chair's arms and lifted myself up to a standing position. I moved slowly to keep myself inside of her and she was forced to lean forward and use the desk for support. I gazed over her bare back and alluring ass for a long second. Sweat glistened down her spine and led between her beautiful cheeks. She moved like she was going to stand up, but gave it a second thought and lowered her upper body till she lay flat on the desk. Well, as flat as her breasts would let her I suppose.

"Oh god." I heard her whisper.

"What was that Ashley?" I asked as I withdrew most of my shaft.

"I've uh, I was just thinking that I've never been in this position before." She admitted.

"Same here, but I can see why it's so appealing." I placed my hands on her cheeks.

"Mmm I bet you can." Her voice trailed off again.

I moved my hands to the bottom curve of her hourglass figure, right where I could feel her hip bones, and wrapped my fingers around them. It may have been my first time taking a girl from behind but I knew enough to hold her as steady as I could. Last thing I wanted to do was slide out and injure her.

"Ready?" I asked to no response.

I slowly, but firmly, pressed myself forward, all the way back into her inner flesh. Ashley parted her legs a little more and welcomed me in until I was buried inside of her. Then I heard her whisper again.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked.

"I said, I guess it's your turn to cum now?" She repeated.

"You don't think you'll enjoy it?" I curiously asked.

"Between your fingers and then sitting in your lap the way I did I'm doing alright with enjoyment. Besides, you've earned your time." I could practically hear the smile on her face as she spoke.

I pulled back and thrusted my shaft in her, harder this time. We both grunted at the renewed sensation. I looked down at her beautiful ass and watched it while my hips moved back and forth. The feeling of her tight pussy surrounding my long dick, coupled with the sight of her ass jiggling with every thrust was mesmerizing. No, it was intoxicating.

I couldn't look away and wished there was a way I never had too. This hot piece of ass had filled my mind at night, and intentionally teased me during school. The fact that she was the cheer captain, had a hourglass figure, and had a huge set of natural breasts was all icing on the cake at the moment. Because in that moment I had arguably the most popular girl in school bent over in front of me, completely in my control, after having just fucked her best friend.

The thoughts ran through my brain and drove me to a higher state of arousal. My thick cock repeatedly penetrated her pink flesh at an ever increasing rate. Her body was being rapidly pushed back and forth against the oak wood but she never complained once.

I never knew how badly I wanted Ashley until this day. How I wanted to undress her and feel her against me. To have her on top of me and watch her face as she took my manhood inside of her. The need to pick up her light body and hold her against a wall while I fucked her.

Then a familiar feeling came over me. From my waist I could feel an internal heat build and knew I would soon experience a sweet release. My thrusts became stronger and longer. All I wanted to feel was the smooth tip sliding along the inside of her pussy. My body tensed in anticipation

"MMM!" I grunted and gave a final thrust. "Fucking hell!" I exclaimed as the white-hot cum erupted from my shaft.

"Mmm I can feel it." I heard Ashley say from what felt like a ways off.

Each shot pulsated through my shaft and exploded into her. I stayed still while I emptied myself into her and watched as her hips rocked back and forth against me.

"All done back there?" Ashley asked in a sweet voice. "It feels like you are."

My only response would have been to collapse forward, on top of her, or backwards into the leather chair. I chose the latter. Ashley groaned as I unceremoniously slipped my dick out of her warmth and fell into the chair with a loud sigh of exhaustion.

"Oh thank god," Ashley began, "I think my boobs were about to start chafing from your grinding." She turned around with a smile but saw the concern on my face. "I'm fine, Brandon, more than fine actually."

"I'm more than fine too if you're wondering." I grinned.

Ashley sat down on the desk facing me. "Like I even need to wonder. You just fucked me AND you did it on the headmasters desk, while staring at my ass. Yeah, like there's any doubt." She smirked.

"How did you know I was staring at your ass?"

"Where else would you look? Now hurry up and get dressed. We need to clean up before dumbass comes back." She reminded me on her way out of the office. "You know, I'll never look at this office quite the same way."

I stood up and followed her down the hall, "You plan on being called in there again with only two months left of our senior year?"

"Well I still don't plan on attending Friday chapel, do you?"

I thought for a quick second, "No, I don't."

"Exactly," she turned to face me at the entrance to the freshly painted lounge, "cause what's the worst he could do to us? Give us another weekend detention?" She had a Cheshire grin on her face now.

I palmed her ass and pulled her close to me. "I sure as hell hope so."




Sexual Awakenings Ch. 02



Chapter One - The invitation

It was the last day in April that year. I was in my senior year of high school and had the credits and grades to graduate with honors already. I had little on my mind that Saturday morning unless it involved wasting the day away or girls. One particular girl in fact. I'd had a crush on her for awhile and a recent stint in weekend detention informed me it was an requited crush. I was reliving that afternoon in my mind that morning when the house phone rang. I slowed my hand movement to listen. My dad hollered that it was for me so I picked up my rooms extension. 

"Hello?" I greeted the caller. 

"Hey Brandon it's Emily. How you doing?" Her soft voice came through the handset. 

"Morning Em, I was just thinking about you." I said as I patted my throbbing member. 

"Mmm happy thoughts I hope." Said the eighteen year-old blond. 

"You could say that. What's up?"

"Well I've got something going on at my house today and I could really use a distraction. Then I thought that you've proven to be a good one in the past and decided to see if you wanted to hang out."

"You're going to have to be more specific Em."

"Huh? Oh yeah, it's our big annual family reunion today. So I've got all my aunts, uncles, grandparents, and baby cousins. No one my age. Even my sister, who's home for the weekend, somehow got out of my mother's grasp and is gone for the day."

"You couldn't get away with Tina?" I wondered aloud. 

Tina was Emily's older sister. Unlike Emily she was a brunette and also a bit taller than both Emily and myself. She was a junior at college and a pretty young woman from what I remembered of her. 

"Nope. I'm stuck here." She sounded grumpy. "But I convinced my mom to let me have someone over. Someone who could 'turn my frown upside down' as she said. And you've recently proven to be able to make me smile." I could her the smile on her voice. 

"And moan." I quipped. 

Emily cleared her throat, "We don't talk about that Brandon. So are you able to come over today? It seems a bit cool out but my mom insisted on opening up our pool and hot tub for today so you can bring your bathing suit and I can umm," she hesitated, "wear my new bikini." She whispered. 

I was sold. I had been ever since she asked, to be honest. 

"Yeah sure Em. Around lunch time then?" I asked her. 

"Yeah one o'clock should be fine. Thanks, see you then!" And she promptly hung up the phone. 

I smiled to myself. A whole afternoon and, hopefully, a long evening with just Emily. Since our Saturday detention we hadn't been able to talk about what had occurred. We saw each other in passing or in class but we both had after school jobs and over the last few weeks our schedules conflicted with the other. 

We had been friends for a few years now and she obviously both trusted and was attracted to me since she let me take her virginity. But now I wanted that side of our relationship to go further. The invite today gave me hope that she wanted the same thing. 

Emily was a good fit for me. Not only was she cute as hell but she stood just an inch or two shy of my height. Her shoulder length blond hair went well with her emerald eyes. The fact that she was a cheerleader certainly helped keep her legs long and toned. And then there was...

I realized I was stroking myself as I thought of her body. Specifically, undressing her body. I managed to restrain myself in light of the day's potential. I pulled on a pair of black and blue Lycra briefs followed by knee length cargo shorts. A simple short sleeved shirt completed the look and I pulled my swim trunks from my closet. Then I waited, and waited some more. 

Finally it was just about one in the afternoon and I practically ran out of the house. I jumped into my truck and peeled out as I left the development. Emily lived about fifteen minutes away, just out of the suburb, so I knew I'd be a little late but I didn't want to seem too eager either. 

Chapter Two - Taking advantage

When I arrived at her place I saw that she wasn't kidding about the party. Young kids, ten years old at the most, were running around the front yard and jumping in the pool. Old folks were lounging just outside the splash zone and hanging around the pool house. I didn't see anyone that was close to my eighteen years of age, not even Emily. The driveway was packed full of cars so I parked on the opposite side of the street and made my way over to her house where I assumed she was hanging out. 

I almost knocked but figured why bother and let myself in. The house was eerily silent compared to the noises of the kids outside but I heard faint sounds coming from the opposite end where the kitchen was located. I made my way over and saw Mrs. Strinn, Emily's mother, preparing more food for the party. 

Mrs. Strinn was something of a combination of her daughters. Her hair was neither blonde, nor brunette, but a dirty blond. She stood at exactly the same height as I was and she was a bit more equipped in the T & A department. She had the best of both it appeared. 

"Hello Mrs. Strinn." I greeted her. 

She looked up from her various bowls and ingredients. 

"Oh hello dear." She warmly responded. "Thanks for coming over to keep Emily company." She leaned forward and revealed her massive cleavage. "Lord knows she needs it today."

"Yeah, sure," I felt the color unexpectedly rise in my cheeks, "any idea where she is?" I asked quickly. 

She turned away to pull something from the fridge, the bottom shelf apparently. Her shorts were pulled tight against her rounded bottom and I could feel my own shorts tightening. I had to leave the area and soon. 

"She's probably still upstairs hiding hon." I heard her reply and turned sideways to leave the room. I paused when she continued. "Don't stay up there all day now! Get her outside to enjoy the sun."

I turned my head to face her and say something but I lost my all train of thought. She had found what she was looking for. A pair of melons, and she held one in each hand, right in front of her actual melons. I felt my shorts rapidly tighten before I managed a response. 

"Will do." I squeaked out and quickly left the room. 

I had no idea if she had seen my visible erection or not but I swore I saw a smirk cross her face as I had walked out. At the foot of the stairs I paused to clear my head and calm my groin before I climbed to the second story where Emily's bedroom was. As I approached the door my breath was caught away again. 

Through the open door I caught sight of Emily. I caught a gasp in my throat. Sweet and innocent Emily stood with her back to me and wore nothing but a pair of undies that fully covered her backside. They were a light purple and appeared soft, as if they were made of cotton. Across her back was a matching bra strap that also ran up and over each shoulder. I dared to push her door open wider. I could hear her now, as she muttered to herself about what to wear, and I walked silently into her room. 

"And here I thought you were wearing a bikini today." I said in a soft voice. 

Nonetheless it caught her off guard and she yelped, spun around, and swung a fist at me. Luckily I was just out of her range and she only hit air. Her look of shock quickly turned to one of pleasant surprise when she saw my face. 

"Brandon! I almost hit you!" Then she remembered she was in her bare necessities. Her arms crossed in front of her bra and she closed her legs. "What are you doing in my room?!" She looked panicked. 

I stepped towards her, now within arm's reach, and told her that her mom had sent me up here. 

"Well get out." She stepped towards me as well. "I'm not dressed yet."

"Oh come on Em. It's not like you're naked right now." I saw her cheeks blush and I continued on. "This is basically the coverage of a bikini anyways." I pointed out. 

She rested one of her palms flat against my chest as if she meant to push me backwards but there was no strength coming from her. 

"Yeah." She admitted. "But it's still my underwear." She retorted. 

"Then let's get you dressed already." I took hold of her outstretched wrist and led her to her closet. 

Being such a large house even Emily's bedroom had its own walk-in closet. It wasn't large enough for a crowd but two people could move around without any trouble at all. We walked in and I recognized her school uniform and cheerleader outfit. A few dresses were hung up that I wanted to see on her and then we came to her t-shirts and a large bookcase that was being used for her shorts and pants. Emily quickly selected a pair of jeans. 

"Need any help getting them on?" I pondered. 

"I think," she faced away from me and lowered the top half of her beautiful body so she could put them on, "I can put," her purple panties stretched tight across her round bottom, "my own jeans on," she quickly stood up with only one leg in and began to lose her balance, "by my-SELF!"

Emily shrieked as she lost her balance and fell backwards into me. I reacted as quickly as I could and thrust my arms forward to break her fall. They slid right between the open space between her arms and ribs and did little to slow her collapse. Her back slammed into my chest and caused me to fall backwards as well. Luckily I didn't have far to go since I had been close to the opposite wall already. 

The impact had knocked the air out of her lungs and I heard her draw a deep breath. Whereas she was concerned with her flow of oxygen I was concerned with my blood flow in my groin. The sight of her body bent over in front of me had started a reaction that was now increased due to her falling against me. When Emily shifted her body so she could position herself to stand it was very obvious she felt it against her bare thigh. 

"Mmm guess I should've expected that." She softly stated. 

"It's your fault you know." I grunted as she pushed off of me and stood up again. 

"How is that," she pointed to the bulge under my shorts, "my fault?" She asked with a smile. 

"Turn around and I'll tell you." I directed her. 

With a short giggle she turned and faced away from me. I moved forward and placed my hands on her curvy hips. Emily softly gasped at the touch. 

"It's your fault because of your hourglass figure and this lovely round bottom of yours." I leaned my head against her cheeks and kissed them through her panties. First one cheek and then the other. 

With a soft moan she parted her legs for me. I excitedly pushed my face between her thighs and zeroed in on her source of inner heat. Just before I reached her with my outstretched tongue she snapped her thighs shut and forced me to back away. 

"Mm-mm, no way. Not while everyone is here." Emily pulled away from me. 

I stood up. "But they're all outside." I lied. "Turn back around."

"No." She playfully pushed my hands away. 

We half-wrestled for control as I tried to turn her around. She laughed at my efforts until I moved too fast for her. In one smooth motion I spun her hips around and pressed her up against a wall. My enlarged dick found a home between her two cheeks and Emily emitted a groan that I interpreted as a green light. 

I reached my right hand around her slim waistline and lightly grazed her panties with my fingers. Emily pushed her hips back against mine to give my hand more space between her and the wall. I followed the opening she provided and pushed my hand further downward. 

"Brandon, stop." she whispered. 

I pressed my fingers between her thighs and she parted them for me. With my middle and ring finger I teasingly rubbed the outside edges of her pussy. 

"Damn that feels good." She admitted in a voice so low that I only heard it because of the small, and otherwise, silent space. 

"Please, don't." Another false plea from her. 

I pressed my hard member even deeper between her cheeks and her body betrayed her own words again. Her hips rocked back towards me and a low groan rumbled through her closed lips. I moved my fingers to the side of her panties and slid them underneath the soft fabric. 

Even as she again whispered the word no, she widened her stance to welcome my attention. Another word was spoken but it was so soft I couldn't make it out this time. 

"Sorry Em, what did you say?" I asked just as my fingers touched her sensitive flesh. 

"Please!" Emily exclaimed. 

I held her flat belly to my chest with my left hand and traced the outside edges of her pussy with my right. Her toned body tensed at the sensation and I realized it's probably the first time she's been touched since our encounter four weeks prior. 

"Please what?" I pressed her to tell me. 

"You know what." She stated and moved her hips away from me in an attempt to push my fingers inside of her. 

I pulled away and continued to tease her outer lips. 

"Maybe I want to hear you say it." I implored her. 

"Please don't stop touching me." She whimpered. 

I could've pressed for more. I wanted her to beg me touch her pussy. But the day was young and I somehow knew I'd have more chances with her. 

My fingers moved in tandem and I pushed them into her already wet pussy. Emily felt very warm and very tight but they still easily slid inside of her until both fingers were buried up to the knuckle. 

"Ahhhh!" Emily exhaled at the invasion and adjusted her hips. 

I held her tight to my own body and quickly worked up a steady rhythm of thrusts in and out of her. Soft moans escaped her closed mouth. Her semi-nude body was pinned between the wall and my own body and had nowhere to go even if she wanted too. Emily's breaths soon became shorter and deeper. Her beautiful chest heaved in and out as her body built up for an impending release. 

Her chest, her magnificent perky breasts, were being ignored. I had to picture them in my mind since she faced away from me and I needed to caress her bare skin. My left hand slid under her cotton bra and cupped her right breast in my outstretched palm. I just barely fit it in my grip. 

Emily's lips opened in a loud gasp when I squeezed her breast and she shrieked when I pinched her hardened nipple between my fingers. Her hips shook against my thrusting fingers and I reveled in knowing she would soon cum. 

"Damn Em your tits are so big." I admitted. 

She whimpered in response. 

"I'd love to suck on those hard nipples right now, just flick them with my tongue, you know?" 

This time it was a deep moan of pleasure. 

"Of course that'd mean that my dick wouldn't be between your perfect ass cheeks right now, trying to push its way out of my shorts and between your thighs." 

"Mmm!" Her hips violently shook against my hand. "Oh damn!" She muttered. "Soooo good!"

"That's right Em. It'd feel so good to just take off our clothes and make love on your bed right now, wouldn't it?"

I barely finished my question before her pussy tightened in a vice grip around my fingers and she humped them a few final times until her orgasm exploded inside of her. Somehow she kept her lips shut and her groans to a minimum but I still enjoyed watching the wave of pleasure flow through her body. Her back arched away from me and her nails scratched the wall she was leaning against. 

Emily's sweet juices ran down my fingers and I slowly guided her down. First to her knees and then she rotated her body to a sitting position. Her green eyes were tightly shut and her chest continued to heave as she caught her breath. A reddening blush had formed not just on her face but also over the tops of her perky breasts. I wanted them in my mouth and even lowered my face over them but she stopped me with a palm to my face. 

"No," she gulped in more air, "no more." Another gulp. "Please, no more." And she lightly pushed me away. 

I gave her room to recover and within a minute she was standing back up. 

"You should probably let me get dressed for real now. You sure no one else knows you're up here?" She asked with concern. Ever the innocent personality. 

"Everyone's outside Em." I lied again. "But I'll let you get dressed and wait for you outside." 

Chapter Three - Improper innuendo?

I granted her request and backed out of the closet and then her room. I practically bounced back down the stairs and heard Mrs. Strinn call out from the kitchen again. I made a quick adjustment to my erection so it wasn't as visible and walked back into the kitchen. 

"Hey Mrs. Strinn." I said. 

"Hello again Brandon. Did you find Emily or did you get lost up there?" She joked, I think. 

"Yeah and she's almost ready to come down so I was just gonna meet her outside." 

"Well thanks for taking care of her dear." She said while looking down at the cutting board in front of her. 

A look of shock crossed my face that she didn't see. She couldn't have meant what I thought she meant, could she?

"She's just been wound up tight with the end of her senior year and just needs to let off some steam I guess. Get rid of some pressure."

"No problem. She's my friend, so I don't mind." I replied. 

"Well good. Now since I've got you here can you take out some food for me? I'd appreciate the help." She asked me. 

"Yeah of course Mrs. Strinn." I moved to the countertop to pick up a serving dish in each hand. 

She laughed and made her large bosom shake slightly. "Oh so polite and formal. Here, let me help you."

I took a tray in my right hand and let her place one on my left hand. 

"Two at once, not bad Brandon." 

I turned to leave the room and felt her touch me. And not in an appropriate spot for a woman at least twice my age to touch me. I felt her hand pat my butt like a coach would do for a player. 

But then she did it a second time. Her hand wasn't flat this time and felt more like a cup than a pat. She also let her hand linger just a second longer than the first pat. 

"Thanks again hon." She said and I walked out without saying your welcome. I had been struck speechless. 

Maybe it was my mind playing a trick on me. Maybe she had simply patted me and there was nothing behind that. Or maybe there was more to it? With Mrs. Strinn? Granted she easily and clearly qualified for milf status but still...

I pondered those thoughts even after I had set the trays down and found a set of chairs on the far side of the pool. The only thing that made me stop thinking of Emily's mother was when Emily herself came out a few minutes later. 

Chapter Four - The getaway

She walked towards me and smiled when she saw me staring at her. It was easy to do even if I hadn't just pleased her upstairs. Her golden hair was pulled back in a ponytail which showed off her sexy shoulders and neckline. 

The shirt she wore wasn't stretched tight but it did define her beautiful rack just the same. I couldn't tell you what was on the shirt but I do remember that it matched the bright green color of her eyes. 

The jeans she wore made me almost wish she would walk backwards to me. They rode low on her hips and tight around her thighs. I could just see her round ass being restrained by them and yearning to be free. Though small kids ran around the area and old folks could be heard talking about dentures it didn't stop my shorts from tightening for the third time since I'd arrived a short while ago. 

"So where are you planning on taking me?" She asked as she approached me. 

"Upstairs in your bed preferably." I quickly responded. 

"Brandon! Be quiet about that out here." Emily fiercely whispered. 

"Oh come on, who's gonna hear anyways. They're all too busy running around or talking." I patted the space beside me. "So just sit and relax and the day will soon be over."

"No I was serious. My mom said I could go somewhere with you, disappear for awhile. And I was thinking about this quiet abandoned farmland just down the road from here." Her beautiful green eyes sparkled at her own suggestion. 




Sexual Awakenings Ch. 03



Chapter One - Blackmail

The past week had been rough. Especially considering how good the previous weekend had been for me. But after spending Saturday with a pretty awesome classmate I had endured six straight days from hell. From curfew trouble, to forgetting two different projects for classes, to my dad's car breaking down and him taking my truck (which meant I took the bus), it had been one of those weeks. 

I was due for a turnaround. I was an eighteen year-old Senior and needed a good day. A reversal of fortunes if you will. I ended up getting one even though it didn't look like it at first. 

It was Thursday night. I had a Friday to get through and then I could just waste the weekend away. As chance would have it, I wouldn't mind being active either. I was by myself in the house as my mom was still at work and my dad was seeing about getting his car fixed. So when the phone rang I was tempted to just let the machine get it. I felt like I should pick it up though, as if I knew it was for me. 

"Hello, Jones residence." I answered. 

"Hello," came a female voice, "I'm looking for Brandon." And she sounded familiar. 

"This is him. How can I help you?"

"Mmm so nice and professional Brandon. It's Tina, Emily's sister?" 

Instantly a memory from last weekend filled my head but I pushed it aside to focus on the conversation. 

"Hey Tina. What's going on? Looking for Em, cause she ain't here." I said quickly. 

"I'm looking for you. Remember last Saturday?" She again asked as if I could have forgotten my day with Emily. "Remember how you said you'd owe me if I kept silent about the two of you?"

"Yes I remember." I said unsure of where she was going with this. 

"Well it seems it's time to call it in already. This Saturday I've been tasked with quite a few chores that I just don't feel like doing. So you're going to do them for me. My dad will be out traveling and mom and Emily are going out of state for a trip to the college she wants to attend. No one will know I wasn't the one that did the work. I'll be able to relax like I want while my slave, that would be you, does it all for me."

Not that I was in the habit of telling attractive women no, but I wasn't about to do clean-up duty for someone else. I decided to try to turn the tables. 

"Yeah umm, I don't owe you. Your mom knows all about what Emily and I did and where we did it. So thanks for the offer of hard work but I'm going to just say no." I wondered if she could tell I was grinning. 

"Hmph, figures." I heard her draw a breath. "Oh, but I bet daddy doesn't know what you did with his baby girl in his own bed, does he?"

The gulp I made could be heard throughout my entire house. 

"Yeah, thats what I thought." Tina continued. "So I could be a mean bitch about this, especially since you just tried to get out of it, but I'll tell you what. You come over and get these four or five chores done for me, with no complaints, and I'll find a way to make it as easy a day as possible for you. That sound a bit better?"

What else could I do? I didn't truly believe she would tell her dad on us but a few hours of housework wasn't worth finding out. 

"What time on Saturday?" Anyone could hear the defeat in my voice. 

"Glad you see it my way! Let's say around ten in the morning. Okay?" Tina sounded very chipper.

"Sure Tina, see you then."

"Oh one last thing Brandon. If you have some intense dreams the night before don't do what you'd normally do in the privacy of your bedroom. You'll need all your energy for the yard and housework. See you Saturday!"

Click!

Tina had hung up without waiting for me to politely say goodbye. She probably figured that telling me not to masturbate was a fun little end to the conversation anyways. 

I hung up the phone thinking of her final direction. Ironically, just having her talk about it made me aroused. Five minutes later I was out of breath but finished up some house work of my own before turning in early. 

I got my truck back on Friday but it was still a day of hell. There was a shining glimmer of hope though. I asked Emily to the upcoming prom in a couple weeks. Or rather, I asked her again due to the circumstances of when I first asked her. Not only was I surprised that she didn't get have a date but I was also surprised by her answer, or rather, lack of clarity.

"You already asked me and I gave you my answer. When I was on my back, on my parents bed." Was her response. No smile, but no frown. Just a dry poker face. 

Ashley then came up and spirited Emily away before I could even ask if it was a definite Yes or not. I decided to assume it was a yes and stopped by a tuxedo shop to place a rental order anyways. 

Chapter Two - The labors begin

Saturday morning my alarm got me out of bed around nine. I deliberately put the clock across the room to ensure I wouldn't hit the snooze. It was a useful trick I had learned sometime ago. Like most mornings I had awoken with a pitched tent. Unlike most mornings I ignored it this time as Tina had requested. 

I took a hot shower to fully wake me up and get ready for the day. I thought about Thursday's conversation with Tina and wondered what exactly she had meant about rewarding my hard work. My young mind went to sexual thoughts but would that really be her direction? She was about three or four years older than me and surely wasn't needing help in the boyfriend department. 

Tina was a slim brunette. Unlike all of the girls in my senior class Tina was actually a bit taller than me, maybe around a solid six feet tall. She didn't have Emily's ample bosom, or round bottom, but she wasn't exactly flat either. What she did have I had not yet seen but I could easily imagine the slender curves she did have. 

After the shower I was no more confident how the day would play out but I was ready to go and find out. I decided to see how the greeting went and what she would be wearing this warm Saturday in the middle of May. I dressed myself in a pair of gray cotton boxer briefs, covered by knee-length basketball shorts, and a loose fitting t-shirt. With no knowledge of what I'd be doing that day I simply grabbed my wallet and keys and made the drive over to Em, I mean, Tina's house. 

It only took fifteen minutes and soon enough I had pulled in the driveway to see Tina by her dad's truck. It looked like it had been out mudding recently. She was leaning her back and both elbows against it and smiling warmly at me. I took my time exiting my own truck and took a good look at her. 

Tina was wearing a blue sweatshirt from her college. It fit very loosely on her, as if she had stretched out the neck hole so she could expose a shoulder if she wanted to. I was unable to make out any definition from the baggy top but her lower half was another story. She wore a pair of black jeans that looked like they had been painted on her. Only near her shoeless feet did they show any sign of not clinging to her slim form. I caught myself wishing I could see her from behind before I mentally slapped myself. She was Emily's older sister after all. While not necessarily off limits it wasn't exactly open season either.

"Morning!" She said as I approached her. 

"Morning." I returned the greeting, though with less enthusiasm. 

"I'm happy you showed up." 

"Yep. So what'd you got in mind for me?" I was in the mood to get started, not for wasting time. 

"Very well, not one for small talk I see." She stepped forward and turned away from me. 

I stole a quick downwards glance and admired her toned ass. The jeans defined her athletic shape very clearly. I thought about peeling her jeans off of her waist and seeing just how much padding she had on her bottom but her words snapped me out of it. 

"Your first task is to wash this truck. I took it out on Thursday night and need it cleaned again before my dad gets back tomorrow night. There's a step stool to help with the top of the cab and all the other stuff you need in the garage." She turned back around to face me and I snapped my gaze from her buttocks to her pretty face. 

Her blue eyes momentarily glared at me before softening up. 

"I'd stay and chat but since you're not one for small talk I'll be in the house. Let me know when you're done hon."

I literally kicked myself in the ass with my heel for not being a bit warmer when I greeted her. The garage had soaps and buckets and wax all lined up for me. I glanced back at the mud-covered, extended cab, pickup truck and sighed at the task ahead of me. 

As I washed it I found that some of the mud needed to be carefully scraped off. Needless to say it took some time to clean it before I could wash it. Later on I slipped off the stool and almost fell directly into a side mirror. I chose to hit the pavement instead and ended up with a nice bruise on my left arm. An hour or so later I was done and the black truck shone bright in the sunlight. Since I was dirty from the gravel and wet from the water I simply opened the side door that opened into the kitchen and yelled for Tina. 

She hopped down the two steps from the door to the pavement and inspected my work. She seemed satisfied and I prayed whatever this second chore was, it would be less physically demanding. After a trip around the truck she came back up to me. 

"Everything looks great! Except you. You look like you lost a battle with a bucket of soapy water." Tina said as she looked me up and down. 

"Yeah I even fell off the step stool and landed on my arm at one point but I'm ok now."

"Aww, want me to kiss your arm and make it all better?" She said with faked concern. 

I almost replied sarcastically, almost. "Yeah, sure Tina." I said instead. 

"Well I was being sarcastic but..." Surprisingly she followed through and raised my right sleeve. Her lips made their way from my shoulder to my elbow. It was somewhat arousing. 

"There, all better." She pulled my sleeve back down. 

"Haha, oddly enough, that's the wrong arm Tina." I pointed out. 

She smiled and raised up my left sleeve. The black and blue skin caused her to gasp. 

"Ooh, that does look like it hurt." And then she ran her kisses from shoulder to elbow again. 

I opened my mouth to say thanks but she cut me off. 

"Well I guess you definitely deserve your reward now." She smiled at me. 

"My reward? Thought I was doing this to permanently buy your silence?" I was confused. 

"Well yeah but like I tried to say on the phone, a reward-based system in any work environment encourages good work and motivates the staff. Or do you not want a reward?" She raised her eyebrows questionably at me. 

I still didn't know what to make of her but there wasn't a chance I'd miss out on a reward from her, no matter what it was. I also wanted her to stay with me during my next chore so I could talk to her. Maybe even figure her out a bit more. 

"Of course I do." I responded. 

Tina grinned wide, "Of course you do."

Tina dropped her hands to her side, crossed them in front of her waist, and took hold of her sweatshirt. A thought went through my mind that something awesome was about to happen. My brown eyes had followed her hands to her waistline and continued to stare even when she spoke to me again. 

"No man ever turns down a reward from me." She more whispered than spoke. 

Tina lifted her arms, along with her gripped sweatshirt, up above her head. My eyes rose with her hands until the sweatshirt rose above her bra. I processed the fact that she had completely removed her shirt and tossed it to the side. But I was glued to the chest before me. 

Tina wore a black bra. But it wasn't just black. This one was made of a mesh see-through material. Though her skin was darkened by the material she might as well be topless. Her breasts were surprisingly a good size. I say surprisingly because of her very slim frame. I thought back and realized I had never seen her in anything tight or revealing. 

I knew if I got my hands on them I could still palm them. There was practically no areola between the tanned skin of her breasts and the dark red of her nipples. Perhaps the bra camouflaged it or perhaps she simply had no areolas. Whatever the case her nipples definitely stood out. They were erect and pressed against the mesh material. I wanted to know how far they would stick out without the bra and inadvertently drew my hands up between the two of us. 

"Uh-uh, the reward doesn't include touching." She broke the silent spell. "But the shirt does stay off for the rest of the day." She paused again. "Hello?" She lowered her head to make eye contact with me. "It's polite to make eye contact when in a conversation with someone."

"We-well yeah, b-but." I stammered at the beautiful twenty-two year-old in front of me. 

"They're just a pair of tits Brandon." She said as if discussing the weather. Her hands cupped her tits from underneath and pressed them upward. "See? Just a pair of nice, round tits."

"Yeah they are. And a very nice reward." I quipped even as my gaze dropped to her chest again. "I like your rewards."

"Well I did say rewards are good for motivating the staff." She quipped back. 

I was so enamored that I didn't notice her hand moving closer to me. She stood directly in front of me and moved her hand to my waistline. When she found and stroked my shaft through my shorts I gasped, loudly. 

"Hey, not that I mind, but you said no touching." I reminded the vixen. 

"No, I said no touching for you." She pointed out as her fingers danced along the tip. "But, I bet you're quite a bit motivated to do your next task, aren't you?"

"Well yeah, I sure am," I felt a bit uneasy for some reason, "but umm, it's just that, Emily and I, or uhh," my voice trailed off. 

'Why did she have to take off her shirt?' I thought to myself. 

"Would Emily be all right with this?" I finally asked. 

I called myself a pussy as soon as I finished. Sure I'd slept with Emily twice by now but neither of us had committed to the other. Well, outside of prom I mean. And she had told her mom that she liked me. So maybe I did have cause to spoil something before it started after all. 

"Don't be a buzzkill Brandon." Tina squeezed my hardness. "No one even knows you're here today. And no one will ever know regardless if you finish the other chores or not. Honestly, you've already saved me time and trouble with the truck. But if you want to go cause you're uncomfortable being around me in my bra then you can go. I'll still keep your secret safe, I'm very good at that."

I didn't want to leave at all. I just really liked Emily. But then I thought logically about the next reward. Maybe she'd take her tight jeans off. I really wanted to see that happen. And of course Tina wouldn't tell Emily. They might bicker like the sisters they were but I've never known either to intentionally hurt the other. Looking back on this day it was definitely a calculated risk, but it's one I'm glad I took. 

"No I'm good." I smiled at Tina. "Was just a little confused about the touching is all."

"Confused?" Tina finally let me go and placed her hands on her hips. "About me touching your dick?" She mocked my reasoning. "No, you were scared because I made a move on you. And a strong and tall woman scares most men."

"Strong women don't scare me." I heard myself say. "You just uh, caught me off guard."

Tina stared at me for a long second. "Well that's good to know. Maybe the next reward won't catch you off your guard as much. Now," she turned away from me, "follow me."

Chapter Three - Poolside fun

Tina walked in the direction of the pool. I walked behind her and kept my eyes fixed on the middle of her back. She had very smooth skin but her bra straps were in the way. I wanted to reach out and slide them off her shoulders, to slide my arms around her, cup her round boobs, and hold her close to my hormone driven body. 

"By the way," she spoke over her left shoulder, "nice package you've got there." She turned fully around but continued to walk backwards toward the pool area. "I didn't think to say as much last Saturday." 

"Actually you did say I was well-equipped." I reminded her. 

"Oh I said that out loud? Well I'm sure you don't get tired of hearing it anyways." She winked. "Come on, almost there."

We arrived at the pool and I immediately knew what my second task was. The pool was very dirty. Everything from leaves and branches in the water to scattered trash from last weekends party around the chairs made quite a daunting task for one person. I drew even with her and stared at the mess. 

"Sooo, you can probably guess what I need you to do. But I'll be helping this time," she turned sideways to face me and I couldn't help but glance at her boobs again, "so try not to be so distracted!" She said bluntly. 

"Yeah so uh," I stared out at the body of water before me, "what will I be doing compared to you?" 

"Well I will be picking up the trash around the pool while you clean out the water. Normally we'd just use our water vacuum and skim the surface but it's currently broken. So you'll want to skim the top first of course, but I'm gonna need you to dive down to the bottom and get that clean too. You're uhh," she stepped forward and drew eye contact from me, "welcome to strip down if you want to keep your clothes dry of course." 

"Yeah I'll bet I am." I dryly replied. "What about the hot tub?"

"That was cleaned up quite nicely by my sis. You don't have to worry about that. Just all of this other stuff."

"Yeah and it'll take a hour before I'm done with this."

"Careful Brandon. Don't want to sound like you're complaining. You might lose your reward." She smirked. "And you can use the skimmer to try and push the trash at the bottom into a pile. Get it all into one area and it'll minimize your work." Tina said helpfully. 

"Well I can't wait to get started!" I said, only a little sarcastically. 

The pool was in the shape of the letter L. The small portion being the shallow end and the long column being used for the diving board and the deep end. The water was a clear blue except for the trash. Using the skimmer was easy enough for the surface, but there was still a lot of debris that had been blown in and would take time to get out. 

Unfortunately I kept glancing over to watch Tina as she moved around the pool. Either her mesh bra would draw my eye or she'd bend down to pick something up without bending her legs and stretch her jeans even tighter. 

"Hey Tina?" I asked after a few minutes. 

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Umm sure, what is it?" She jogged over from where she was cleaning towards me. Her mesh-covered tits bounced as she approached, and momentarily distracted me. 

"Well I was wondering why you are so confident in yourself compared to Emily? Like, she wouldn't be caught wearing a bra like that let alone using it as a top." I continued my work on the pool as I talked. 

"Well she is the baby of the family so maybe it took longer for her to lose her innocence, obviously sexually, but also her inner strength. As for me well, I've always had a lot of self-confidence, and I lost my virginity a bit earlier than she did and umm, I'll put it this way. I've satisfied quite a lot of men over the last three years and so I've learned quite a lot about what makes you all tick."

"I'll bet you have. How to make them work for you while keeping them happy for example." I pointed out. Though what I was really thinking was how was Emily all sweet and innocent and Tina just practically told me she would sleep with anyone!

"Exactly." She closed the gap between us and stood so close that her bra just barely touched my shirt. "I bet I could make you clean this entire house for me." She reached her arms around my neck and gently turned my head sideways to whisper directly in my ear. "And don't you forget that. You may be physically stronger than me but I have power too."




Sexual Awakenings Ch. 04



Fourth story in the saga and I am loving the feedback so far. It's all anonymous anyways so feel free to comment or contact me. Let me know if and why you liked it and what you might want to see happen down the road. The next six chapters are already in outline format so hopefully I can keep up the pace. Enjoy! 

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Chapter One - The Pre-Show 

I can still remember the feeling I had that afternoon. It was a few weeks before my senior prom and it was on a Friday morning. Not only did I not have a girlfriend at the time but I didn't even have a date yet. However, a lovely young lady had just allowed me to break out of the friend zone with her and she didn't have a date yet either. I had waited almost too long to even ask her, she would later inform me that she had turned down three others waiting for me to ask, but when she said yes to my request it gave me a high that lasted for days. 

The following days flashed by for me. Between class work, baseball practices, and my part-time job I didn't really have a lot of free time anyways. Other than placing a rental order for a tux I really didn't have much else to do. In between activities I found myself wondering how she was doing. 

'She' was a sweet girl named Emily and was a striking eighteen going on nineteen years young woman. Emily stood just below my height and had the prettiest green eyes I knew. I had no idea what she'd be wearing that night, other than to wear green shirt myself, but figured she had it planned out long before I asked her. 

I had done some planning myself and left my truck over at my friend's house on the day of the prom. We hung out for the day and he ended up giving me a ride to Emily's later on that evening. He would be hosting the after-party that Emily and I would be attending. Inside of the truck's cab were two overnight bags, one for me, and one for Emily. Mine was standard fare, change of clothes and not much else. 

Emily had been rather secretive about the whole thing though. If she had been able to figure out another way to get the bag there she probably would have chosen it. Since we were going to prom in a limo and then being driven to the party she wasn't left with much choice. Still, I had to promise her four times that I wouldn't look in the bag at all. 

Finally the day arrived and I suited up in my three-piece tux. Since it was an unseasonably cool evening in late May I was not bothered in the least by the vest or jacket. I wore a dark green shirt and black tie under the jacket. Emily and I had arranged for the limo to pick us both up at her house so neither of us had to worry about transportation. My friend, Nick, dropped me off on the way to pick up his date. He came from a family with money and his dad had let him take the Corvette for the night. It was a beautiful cherry red and very powerful. Unfortunately it all was all city roads and no highways but it was still a very sweet ride. It was also over before I knew it. He sped off once I got out and I bounded up the front stairs to ring the doorbell. Her mother answered the door and welcomed me in. 

"Well, well don't you look handsome tonight!" Mrs. Strinn complimented me. 

Emily's mom looked very nice herself that night. She had on a pair of blue jeans and a black sweater that her large bosom appeared to be stretching out. Her blond hair had been pulled back into a ponytail and her red lips shined under the porch light. 

She opened her arms for a hug. She seemed to have developed a habit of it lately. On a previous occasion it was a little awkward so I attempted to give her just a friendly hug and bent forward at the waist. Mrs. Strinn wasn't having that though. 

"Oh give me a real hug!" She said and pulled me against her. 

As her large breasts pressed against me it was all I could do to stifle an erection. Luckily Mrs. Strinn let go quickly enough before she felt the reaction she had started. 

"I see you listened to Emily and wore green. You guys will look very nice together!" She practically squealed. "I'll let them know you're here and they'll be right down." 

"They?" I asked 

"Yeah, Ashley is here too." She replied as we entered the house. "Wait here for her and when she comes down I want a picture or two before I leave." 

"Oh you're going out tonight?" I asked. 

"Yes, Mr. Strinn is taking me out for a nice dinner. He's already in the garage waiting." She said as she departed for the living room. "They'll both be down soon." 

I gulped at the thought of seeing both women together in prom dresses. Both had been in that Saturday detention with me and both had gotten to know me a lot better that day. Since they were best friends I knew they had talked about it but I hoped there wouldn't be any awkwardness between the three of us. Ashley came down the stairs within a minute or so. 

Ashley was a sight to see that night. Normally the school's head cheerleader would have no problem turning heads, but tonight, she almost made me forget I was waiting on someone else, almost. Her long, blond hair flowed down to the middle of her back while her blue eyes shone brightly against her skin. The dress was amazingly strapless and very tight on her. I say 'amazingly' because Ashley was the owner of a very voluptuous pair of breasts and the strapless dress only further enhanced them and showed off her bit of cleavage. The royal blue material hugged her hips and flowed loose around her legs. I'm pretty sure she blushed when she saw me giving her a long once-over but she directed my attention elsewhere. 

"Now presenting," Ashley paused and winked at me, "for your pleasure, Emily!" as she directed her arms and my eyes to the top of the stairs. 

Emily was a beautiful vision in her dark green dress. It was strapless as well but managed to cover her in a modest manner. From her waist up it fit her tightly and from the waist down it flowed loosely like Ashley's. As she walked down the stairs her eyes never left mine and she was soon by my side. With her heels on she was right at my height. We posed for a minute or two while her mom took pictures and they then left us after saying goodbye. I then noticed that Ashley had a Polaroid camera in her hands. 

"Ok young lovers," she grinned at her own comment, "Em wanted time to take a few personal pictures to remember the time you're about to have." 

"Really now?" I was surprised Emily wanted her own pictures. 

"Well it's more Ashley's idea but yeah, I'd like to have a few of us." Emily hesitantly responded. 

"What about Ashley's date?" I further inquired as Emily walked us over in front of the fireplace. 

"When we get to his place you can stay inside and I'll take the pictures then." Emily answered. 

"Why would I want to stay in the limo while you go inside?" I cluelessly asked. 

Emily stared at me for a long moment before I heard Ashley speak to her. 

"Go ahead Em, I promise he will follow your lead." 

"What lead are?" I turned to ask Ashley but stopped mid-sentence. 

Emily's hand had shot out to my groin and easily found my dick. I looked back into her green eyes and stared at her in silence while her hand massaged my dick to its full length. Emily squeezed it, hard, when it was fully aroused. I had just opened my mouth to comment when I heard the camera go off. Ashley had knelt down and shot a pic of Emily's pose. 

"Oh, that's why." I commented as Emily squeezed me even harder. "Seriously? You're comfortable with this?" I asked in disbelief. 

Emily had never been known to be so bold. She was eighteen but had managed to hold onto her virginity until two months ago. She was that nice girl-next-door that never caused trouble. So I was a little shocked. 

"Is that a problem?" Emily daringly asked. 

"Hell no." 

My own hand shot out and cupped her left breast. Emily gasped when I molested her boob through her dress. Even through the material of the dress and her bra I reveled in the feeling of her malleable flesh that I desired so much. 

"I said I wanted pictures!" Emily exclaimed. "Of me touching you!" 

She threw her hand behind me and clamped it onto my butt. Her nails dug into my skin and elicited a grunt from within me. I saw Ashley move around to my side and take another picture. 

"Having fun you two? I'm sure you guys are feeling more than the pictures are showing." There was a tone of sadness in Ashley's voice. 

"What do you mean?" Emily asked. 

"She means you can't see anything on the pictures." I said. 

"You ok changing that?" Emily asked me. 

"As long as you are." I stated. 

Emily stepped close to me and I felt her hands on my belt. The camera clicked again. As a feeling of warmth spread through my own body I reached around and found her zipper. I pulled it down and rubbed her exposed back. Emily sighed and pulled down my own zipper. 

"Hey! I didn't sign up to take pictures of Emily." Ashley quipped. 

Neither of us responded. Emily shoved my pants down to my knees and Ashley took a picture. I let her hold and squeeze my shaft through my boxers for another shot before I pushed her hands away and gently guided Emily's dress down to her hips. Her strapless lace bra completely covered her beautiful chest but I could still make out her puffy nipples through the design. It was tight on her, perhaps it had to be to be strapless and secure. 

Ashley handed me the camera and turned around. So I took my own picture. With the camera in my left hand I placed my right at the top of the material. I stared into her eyes and pulled the bra down, and down, until her right breast was freed. I did the same to her other breast and took a picture. I cupped each of her perky boobs and snapped off more pictures. I even managed to take a profile shot of her and marveled at how her puffy nipples appeared to be elevated off of her round breasts. Then I went to far. I lowered my head to her chest, overcome with desire, and not caring about the other person in the room. 

Emily whispered, "Not now Brandon." 

I softly asked, "Why not?" 

"Cause then I'll do something to you, then you'll do something to me, and none of us will get to prom tonight." 

It was hard to do but I agreed with her. I let her pull her bra up and her dress. 

"Ashley, one or two more pictures please?" Emily let her know I was done. 

"Umm wait Ashley, I need one more." I said as I spun my forefinger in a circle. 

Emily seemed confused for a second until she realized what I wanted. She turned her back to me and let me bend her top torso forward. I was able to lift her dress up with only one hand and soon had it over her hips. Emily wore a matching pair of panties on her round bottom. They were bikini style and revealed the bottom half of each cheek for my viewing pleasure. I snapped a quick picture and then grabbed a good amount of one cheek before I took another, and another. 

My next move went too far again, though I did come close to getting what I wanted. With a quick yank I pulled her panties down to her thighs and saw her light pink flesh waiting for me. If I hadn't have fumbled the camera I would have a nice picture of her fully exposed. But as I adjusted it and pressed the button Emily had stepped away from me and let her dress fall down. 

Emily stood up, now with a beet red face, and I handed the camera back to Ashley who turned around with a smirk on her face. Emily gave me a stern face and shook her forefinger at me. 

"Alright Emily, let's get these last few pictures taken so we can go pick up Mike." She directed us. 

"Well, just so you know Brandon, I was debating whether or not to do this. Ashley said I might as well and I got a little jealous cause I think, and still think," she shot a look at her friend, "that she just wants to see it again. But you are my date tonight, and I want to take full advantage of this little photo session." Emily said as she knelt in front of me. 

I watched her hands find the waistband of my briefs and pull them down below my butt. It was quite the ego boost when both ladies gasped as my eight inch shaft bounced free of its confines. I couldn't help but smile as Ashley took a picture. 

"Only two more left for your cartridge." Ashley warned Emily. 

"Better make them count then." Emily commented. 

She wrapped her right hand around the base of my dick and squeezed it again. The head turned a light purple and Emily signaled for Ashley to take a picture. 

"Last one Em!" I reminded her. 

Emily leaned in close to the tip of my dick and extended her tongue until I could feel it just barely touch me. Now it was my turn to gasp out loud. I heard the loud click of the camera and Emily let me go. She stood up and walked over to Ashley where they looked over the pictures of me. I saw the few I had taken lying on the coffee table and leafed through them. Except for the last one, which was blurry and unidentifiable, I told myself that I might have a knack for photography. They came out looking pretty good and I'd be using these on lonely nights for sure. 

"So we can go now?" I turned to ask and saw them in a heated conversation. 

"Oh we both know you won't do anything with them anyway." Ashley pointedly whispered to Emily. 

"Doesn't matter if I don't! These are mine and maybe I will use them!" Emily shot back and pulled the pictures out of Ashley's hands. 

They realized I was watching them argue and both ladies blushed in slight embarrassment. Ashley flashed a look of annoyance at Emily and Emily stuck out her tongue to Ashley. Then both friends laughed. 

"I'll still have pictures of Mike anyways." Ashley mumbled under her breath. 

"So are we ready to go?" I asked again. 

They gave their dresses a quick pat down to smooth out any wrinkles. We exited the house, locked the door, and piled into the limo. Emily and I took the back seat to ourselves while Ashley took a seat on the left bench seat. 

"Wanna see your pictures Brandon?" Emily asked once we were on our way. 

"I'm uh, I already know what I look like thanks." 

"How about just one? The last one I took?" Emily pressed. 

She held it in front of our faces. Now it was my turn to blush. Ashley had captured an exquisite moment. Emily's tongue was fully extended and the tip was just barely touching the head of my dick. 

"Guess what?" She quietly whispered in my ear. "I want to do this to you later on!" 

If my erection had subsided at all after the photo session it was quickly brought back to life after her words. I lightly groaned in response and made Emily giggle. 

"Haha, thought you'd like to know that." 

"Kinda makes me wish we got separate limos." I whispered back. 

"You guys really know how to make someone feel like a third wheel." Ashley commented. 

"Sorry Ashley, we were being rude." Emily apologized for us. 

We made small talk for the next ten or so minutes until we got to Mike's house. The limo pulled to a smooth stop and both ladies got out. 

"We won't be long." Ashley said when she got out. 

Emily left next but turned around and said. "Just in case you forget what's waiting for you." Then her rosy lips were pressed against mine for a few seconds. 

"Not like I could forget you anyways." I called out as she left. 

Needless to say but my erection quickly subsided in the lonely silence that now surrounded me. Especially as I became my own worst enemy with my thoughts. I imagined the two of them copying the photo session I had just enjoyed. Emily taking pictures of him for Ashley's sake. It bothered me even though I knew Ashley had just taken pictures of me. It bothered me that Emily was looking at another man's equipment. I let the silence surround me and tried to clear my mind. 

Chapter Two - Backseat Fun 

The side door was unexpectedly thrown open and disrupted my thoughts. Emily's beautiful face appeared and her luscious body followed as she entered the limo again. She couldn't have been gone more than five minutes. I reached out and pulled the door shut behind her. Emily turned to face me and placed her right hand on the side of my face. 

Gently, she guided me to her warm lips and we shared a long uninterrupted kiss. She tasted sweet, like a berry that I couldn't name at that moment. So shocked was I, so overcome with passion, that the thought to cop a feel never even crossed my mind. We just enjoyed each other's kiss for a solid minute, or two, before she broke off. Emily pressed the button to lower the divider between us and the driver. 

"We can go ahead and leave. The other two decided to take their own car." 

"Umm, is that barrier also soundproof?" I asked. 

"It is. Would you also like me to let you know over the intercom when we are near our destination?" 

"Yes, we would." Emily responded. 

As the driver put the limo in gear Emily raised the divider back up until it was closed again. 

"Now where were we?" Emily turned her attention back to me. 

"Wait, so Ashley and Mike aren't coming with us?" 

"What's wrong, I'm not enough for you?" Emily arched her back and thrust her ample bosom towards me. 

"Haha, not at all Em, not at all." Without another word I snaked an arm behind her neck and pulled her face to mine. 

This time I could sense more passion in her kiss, more fire. I decided to test how much. Both of my hands met in the middle of her back and found the zipper to her dress. As soon as I gave it a little tug her lips pressed even harder against mine. Encouraged, I pulled the zipper down as far as it would go. I let the dress go and felt the front fall against my chest. 

Emily wasted no time in reciprocating my move. Her hands slid under my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders. While I wrestled myself out of it I felt her go to work on my buttoned shirt. After the first few were opened I parted my lips and pushed my tongue between hers. Our warm muscles wrestled for dominance and my shirt was soon loosed and tossed on the limo floor. Even though our kisses had just ramped up I broke off so I could lift my t-shirt over my head. Now topless, I leaned back in my seat. 

"Let me look at you." I exhaled. 

Emily moved from the rear seat to sit on a side bench. The view was very invigorating. Emily's dress managed to somehow keep most of her covered but I could see the top half of her bra now. Then I made eye contact with her. I stared into those beautiful emerald eyes. And I couldn't look away. I realized I could stare at her all night but I also wanted to continue the dance we had already started. 

"I think you should be topless like me." I grinned. 

"But the dress is all one piece. If I become topless then I'd also have to be umm, bottomless." Emily managed an innocent look somehow. 

I briefly thought how hot she was and how thankful I was that she said yes. 

"Then I'd guess it'd be my turn to match you." I responded in turn. 

With a smile from ear to ear on her face she lifted her dress up her curvy body, over her head and shoulders, and threw it in my face. It bought her a few seconds before I could gaze upon her semi-nude body. As I carefully pushed and moved the dress off to the side I found myself wishing Emily had brought the camera with her. 

Her sexy body was practically laid bare for me. Though she kept her legs crossed I could at least see her clearly defined breasts. Her green bra was still in the way though. I wanted that bra off of her as quickly as possible. I wanted to see her breasts defy the law of gravity. 

"Come on Brandon. Quit staring and stalling, and get those pants off!" 

My hands went to my belt but my eyes stayed glued to her chest. Emily giggled as I fumbled with the buttons and zipper but I soon had them off my hips and pushed them down to my ankles. 

"Now what?" Emily softly asked. 

"Now you come back over here and sit next to me." 

Emily blushed but moved back and sat on my left side. Our lips met and our mouths instantly parted open. As our tongues resumed their dance our hands explored the others body. She ran her nails up and down my back, hard enough to get scratched, but not deep enough to cause pain. My hands located the clasp on her bra and made quick work of it. I came up for air and to see her bare chest. 




Sexual Awakenings Ch. 05



Prologue 

"Oh god!" My boyfriend grunted as he climaxed. 

I was catching my breath from one of many orgasms I'd already had that night. However, it was very evident that this would be our last romp for the night. I barely registered him rolling off of me and collapsing next to me. 

Not that I was complaining. It was the night, or the morning after, of our senior prom. Brandon and I were in our hotel room and it was something o'clock in the early morning. He smiled lazily at me and when I smiled back I realized how dry my throat was. 

"I need some water." I said as I rolled away and sat upright. "How about you?" 

He mumbled something unintelligible and when I looked back at him his eyes were already closed. I managed to suppress a giggle as I stood up and located a bottle of water in my overnight bag. That was when I saw them. The ripped underwear of his. 

I remembered I had been on his lap and really wanted to get his dick out of them. I ended up ripping the two side flaps and created a huge hole from the waistband down to the middle of his thighs. They were useless. Yet for some reason I picked them up and wondered if I should throw them out or not. Just then Brandon mumbled something else about me coming back to bed. 

I was very tired myself. Before I went back to the bed I took a drink of water and decided that I would keep his underwear. I tucked it deep in my bag and walked back to bed. It occurred to me that I had never slept with a man before. 

Sure I'd done a fair share of close cuddling on a couch and I've shared a bed before but never through the night. And I've certainly never done any nude cuddling. I looked over Brandon's naked and still form. 

He was laying on his side and faced me. His hairless chest was the only part of him that moved as he breathed in and out. His penis had already reverted to its smaller size. I took a quick walk around to the other side of the bed and quietly chuckled at the numerous red marks that my nails had left on his back. I had also left quite a few on his cute butt, though I didn't remember being that aggressive. 

I decided to see just how much life was left in my boyfriend. I climbed on the bed , lightly pushed him to roll onto his back, and swung my left leg over his waist. He stirred, but only slightly. So I lowered my chest to his shoulder and let my bare breasts brush his skin. This time he mumbled something about feeling good. One last test and if he failed it I'd simply go to sleep myself. 

His penis, still wet from our love-making, felt warm in my hand. I rubbed and squeezed it with a firm grip. No reaction. Poor guy must truly be exhausted. 

I dismounted him and laid down next to him. He rolled back onto his side. We faced each other and I let my hand glide along his ribs and left arm. 

"Mmm, Emily." He exhaled. 

"Yes Brandon?" 

"Are we going to sleep now?" He asked in a low voice. 

"Yes we are. We wore each other out." I reminded him. 

"Ahh." 

He was quiet for a long minute and I thought he had fallen asleep. 

"Heyyy, are we still naked?" 

"Yes," I answered him, "as naked as we can be." 

"Wanna cuddle?" His question made me happy. 

Up until two months ago we had only been good friends. Then I let him take my virginity and since then we'd been friends that also had sex. Tonight I asked him to date me until I left for college in a few weeks. I know that to other people that might sound strange but, as it turned out, I would end up needing him quite a bit over the next few weeks. This was also the first time he'd used the word cuddle and it gave me a warm feeling inside. 

I turned over and pressed my back against his chest. He was very warm, like he had an internal heater inside of him. He shifted his own body and I quietly gasped when I felt his member slide between my butt cheeks. His left arm came across mine and his hand found my breast. 

"Mmm, you feel really good Em." Brandon whispered in my ear. "You fit the mold." He joked. 

"Haha, I bet I do, but it's time to go to sleep," I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, "it's after three in the morning." 

"I've never slept like this Em." He admitted. "Feels so good." 

"Same here. Now go to sleep honey." I told him. 

"Ok," he paused, "love ya Em." 

My eyes shot wide open. 

'Did he really just say that to me?' My mind raced through possible scenarios. 

'He was tired, we had just had a night full of sex, we had been friends for over five years, we were sleeping together, and it was prom night. Maybe he didn't really mean it. Maybe he meant it in a friendly way.' I asked myself.   

'If he did mean it would he remember he actually said it? Then I'd have pressure to say it back. And I was leaving for college in six weeks!' My heart raced in my chest. 

I tried to force my mind to relax. I needed sleep and maybe the morning sun would help me to think clearly. Thankfully I was able to focus on the sound of Brandon breathing in my ear. The rhythm of his breaths was calming and relaxing. I felt really comfortable in his arms. Safe and loved. 

Perhaps I did love him too. One thing I knew for sure, I'd have to talk to someone about it, and quickly. A minute or so later and I passed out. 

Chapter One - The morning after 

Much later on I awoke when Brandon stirred himself awake. I yawned and stretched my arms. That's when I looked down and remembered my nakedness. 

"Ahh!" I yelled and crossed my arms over my boobs. 

Brandon practically jumped off the bed and had a wild look in his eyes. "What?! What's wrong?" He shouted. 

"I'm naked!" I looked at him and was surprised to see him fully erect. "And so are you! Very naked." 

He looked down and then back at me. "So? We've seen each other in the buff a few times already." He reminded me. 

"Well yeah but..." The night's events flooded my mind and made me feel more embarrassed. The things I'd said and did... 

Brandon had walked around to my side of the bed. His damned erection disrupted my chain of thought. As I glanced at it I felt a familiar heat grow inside of me. 

"Relax Em. You look beautiful and have nothing to be ashamed of." His hand caressed the side of my face. 

"Beautiful?" I repeated back to him, forgetting my embarrassment of waking up naked. I knew I wasn't my best. Messed up hair, morning breath, and the like. 

"Stunning, gorgeous, sexy even." He laid it on thick and I let him. 

Thick, like his dick, that bobbed in the air inches in front of my face. 

"How are you already aroused? You just woke up." I pointed out to him. 

He actually grabbed his shaft in his hand. It was pointed straight at my mouth. Goddamn, he was making me horny! 

"This? Almost every morning I wake up with a hard-on." He informed me. "It's called morning wood." 

"Well, put it away, or something." I glanced at the clock, it read seven thirty. My dad would be home around nine. "I got a hour and a half to get dressed and get home." 

"Well that's plenty of time Em. One last time before we go?" He grinned at me. 

I could feel the color rise in my face. My own body betrayed me. I desired him but I feared my father finding out. My thighs inadvertently rubbed together to hide my growing arousal. I wondered if Brandon had noticed or not. I got my answer when he placed a hand on each of my thighs. 

"Remember being in the limo yesterday?" He said. 

I remembered it alright. And my inner fire grew. 

"I wanted you to spread your legs and you denied me twice before you gave in." 

He wasn't even sexually touching me but my breathing grew deep. I gripped the edge of the mattress and watched his eyes glance up at my bare chest. Our eyes met and he smiled a Cheshire smile. He knew he had me. 

"And when you did spread your legs," he pushed my thighs apart, "do you remember what I did next?" 

"Mm-mm." I moaned through closed lips. 

He was done talking. I watched his head move between my legs. I felt his hot breath on my pussy. I gasped when his tongue flicked the object of his desire. 

I had awoken in shock. Disbelief followed as I remembered the previous night. Arousal and a burning desire quickly replaced all of that and I let myself fall back onto the mattress. His head stayed between my legs and I subconsciously wrapped my hands around the back of his head. Not that I needed to, he was perfectly willing to keep going. 

His tongue sent electric shocks through me. It thrashed around the edges and pushed itself inside. His lips kissed me and caused shudders through my spine. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy it. Something about having my man service me was very arousing 

I felt sweat form on my upper chest and passion grow inside of me. I wanted his dick. In my hand, or my mouth, or, oh god, inside of me. I heard myself groan as he pleased me. He must've known what I really wanted but he didn't give it to me. 

His tongue stayed on my clit. I writhed on the bed as pleasure flowed through me. But I wanted his dick. 

"God Brandon just get up here already." I took a deep breath and remembered he liked it when I used the f word. "I want you to fuck me." 

I had pushed him but he didn't give in. I felt his fingers penetrate my throbbing lips and thrust in and out of me. He was having fun with me now. I knew he wouldn't stop and decided to give in to my lust. 

"Ahhh!" I moaned. 

My hips bucked against his face. I dug my nails into the back of his head and groaned when he kissed my clit. 

"Ohhh shit!" I cursed. 

His tongue felt like it moved even faster and the electricity I had felt earlier now shot through my entire body. I clamped my thighs around his head and arched my back off the bed. 

"Damn you!" I yelled at him. 

I should be on my way home. I should be dressed. I shouldn't be buck naked with his mouth on my pussy. His damn tongue when I wanted his damn dick! And then it hit me. 

"Mmmmm!" I moaned. "Ohhhh gooddddd!" 

A flood of pleasure coursed through my body. His tongue and fingers never stopped moving and neither did my hips. His other hand slid under my butt and molested it, roughly. 

"Ohhhhh shit! Shit! Goddamned shit!" I cursed again. 

My body went rigid as my orgasm broke over me. Brandon had made me cum from his mouth and I hoped he knew it wouldn't be enough for me. I gasped in air and felt him stand up. Yes, he knew I wanted more of him. 

Even as I came down off my high I scooted my body back until I was completely on the king-sized bed. My eyes were closed but I felt the mattress move under his weight as he followed after me. I felt his hands graze my legs and stomach. I wanted to tell him to just take me already but I was still gasping for air. He kissed my stomach and I giggled as he moved up to my boobs. 

"What's funny?" He asked. 

I opened my eyes and looked into his. His beautiful brown eyes. 

"Nothing's funny babe. It just tickled a little. Keep going though." 

"Oh I was just killing time while you caught your breath." He moved his right leg between the two of mine. 

My eyes were glued to his huge shaft while he brought his left leg next to his right one. 

"This is one hell of a good morning." He quipped. 

"Yeah it is." I replied but didn't look away. 

"Oh wait. You need to go don't you?" He said. 

I sat up and threw my hands around his waist. I found his cute bubble butt and pulled it towards me. I sunk my nails into his soft flesh and smiled when he groaned in reaction. 

"Oh god Em." 

"That's right Brandon. And I'm not letting go till you make love to me." 

"Are you sure?" He looked at me with his best attempt at questioning me. 

"Quit teasing me." I dug my nails even further. "You know what I want." 

His hands flew to my shoulders and he pushed me back onto the mattress. My hands flew from his butt and down to the bed. I gasped at his show of strength and stared at him. 

"I already gave you what you wanted. But this," he took hold of his throbbing member again, "this is for me." He said in a forceful tone. 

I was even more turned on now. He was going to take me. He was going to make love to me and invade my body until he came. And I wanted him to. 

"Take me." I lifted my hips in the air and my butt off the bed. 

His brown eyes sparked at my willingness. He lowered himself over me and used his left arm to brace himself. I kept eye contact with him as he maneuvered his dick to my pussy. When the smooth tip slid down between my lips I gasped. 

"I like your reactions when I touch you." Brandon commented. 

"I like your dick." I admitted. 

His smile grew wider. He pushed his hips against mine and he penetrated my wet pussy. 

"Oh god." I exhaled. 

"Almost there." He grunted. 

"God you're huge." I complimented him. "Oh shit!" His hips met mine and he buried his manhood inside of me. 

"Hmm, have I ever told you what a nice pussy you have?" 

"I think you may have done so a few times last night." I took in a deep breath and adjusted to his penetration. "You also said you loved how tight it is." 

He didn't answer. At least, not verbally. He lowered his body onto mine, his chest pressed against my breasts, and I felt his right hand slide under my butt. I tried to hold back, just to see if I could control my own urge, but I moaned out loud when he gave it a firm squeeze. 

"I also love your round ass." He said, as if he needed to remind me. 

I was about to remind him that I had a deadline to meet. Just as I opened my mouth he drew his hips back and thrusted deep into me. I groaned again while he quickly found his rhythm. 

His thick dick rapidly slid in and out of me. I had made it easy on him of course. Or maybe it was the other way around. He was the one that had just orally pleased me. Still, as good as it felt to have him inside of me, I had too many things going on in my head to fully concentrate. Which is a shame because it was probably at least decent, if not good, sex. 

Besides getting home before my dad did, which wasn't exactly an arousing thought, or wondering why my mom had knowingly covered for me to have this night out with Brandon, I wondered if he had meant what he said last night. 

We had made love a few times in a short span and were riding a sexual high as we fell asleep. He had to have also been exhausted as well. I decided that I wouldn't mention it but I'd try to subliminally get him to say it again. 

"God I love your dick!" I squealed. 

"Yeah?" He said through heavy breaths. 

"Oh god yes! The same way you said you loved my ass, my boobs, basically my whole body!" 

"Damn right I do!" His breaths were forced now. 

He couldn't last much longer. His thrusts were faster, stronger, now. As selfish as it was I wanted it to be over. Not for any reason other than time. So I bit him in the shoulder, hard. 

"Ohhh god!" He groaned. 

I filed the fact that he liked it in my mind and sank my teeth even deeper. He made a final, deep thrust. 

"Mm, hmm, oh fffffuck!" 

I felt his dick momentarily swell even larger and grinned as he enjoyed his orgasm. His hips bucked a few times and then he was still. Well, his body was still but I could feel his penis pulse inside of me. For a long second I lay still as well, forgetting my own urgency, until he propped himself above me. 

I stared into his eyes and felt an inner warmth again. This warmth was a bit higher in my chest than where it had been earlier. I knew I'd need to think about my feelings for him when I had clothes on and he wasn't inside of me. Still, even then, I knew I at least cared deeply about him. 

"Well come on Em!" He unceremoniously withdrew from me and stood up. "We need to get you home!" 

I mockingly stuck my tongue at him and went to find my underwear and clothes. I quickly got dressed while he cleaned up and located all of his stuff. 

"Hey, where's my boxers? The ones you ripped?" He asked as he looked around the room. 

"Oh I threw them out." I lied to him. "Didn't you bring a spare pair?" 

"I did. Just didn't want to leave anything behind." 

"We won't." I assured him as I threw my own clothes in my bag. "Now hurry up and get me home before my dad kills you." 

That seemed to motivate him. I was home with ten minutes to spare and went right to sleep. I spent most of Saturday relaxing and napping in my full-sized bed, but it felt oddly small and lonely considering the king-sized I had enjoyed Friday night. 

Chapter Two - Monday 

Monday morning I woke up and immediately regretted it. I should've stayed asleep but my alarm wouldn't shut up. 

I was in my last week and a half of senior classes. We had already taken all of our finals so there was nothing left to do but be in class to fulfill the school's attendance requirement. If Sunday hadn't been such a waste of a day I might have just gone back to bed. But I knew I needed to get out of the house that I hadn't left since Brandon brought me home. 

'Brandon. I should've called him yesterday. Talked to him about prom. Why hadn't he called me. Did he remember saying he loved me and now it felt awkward between us? Great, now I feel awkward.' I thought to myself. 

I managed to push my thoughts away and slowly put on my uniform. Definitely one of the detriments of going to a private school, but the upsides outweigh the downsides. As I ate breakfast my mind wandered back to my boyfriend. I decided to let him take the lead regarding his feelings and go from there. 

My mom came down the stairs and I realized this was the first time seeing her since Friday night. She had gone to some retreat early Saturday morning and gotten back late last night. 

"Good morning dear! How are you?" She asked. 

"Fine." My typical Monday morning answer. 

"Fine? Hopefully you were more than fine two mornings ago." She quipped. 

As smart as I thought I was I actually had to count back two mornings to figure out what day she had meant. I must've been more tired than I thought. Still, as pleasant memories came to mind, I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. 

"Oh I was Mom. Cloud nine is more like it." 

I found it oddly comforting that my mom and I could talk about me being sexually active. It seemed like it made our relationship even better. 

"So? Tell me all about it!" She seemed really excited. 

But I was running late already. 

"Sorry mom." I jumped off the stool and pecked her cheek. "I'm running late. Maybe after school?" I made my way towards the front door. 

"Sure Emily, see you then!" She called out after me. 

I got in my sedan and made the drive to school with minutes to spare. As I got out and grabbed my purse I glanced over the student lot. I was crestfallen to see that Brandon's truck wasn't there. Perhaps he was running behind like I had been. 

When the bell rang for homeroom and he still wasn't there I became worried. The morning classes were a blur and a waste of time, all of our time. It wasn't until lunch period that I got an answer. I sat down to eat with my best friend Ashley and, to my surprise, Nicholas, who happened to be a buddy of Brandon's. 

"Hey Nick." I warmly greeted him. 

"Oh yeah Em, Nick's going to be sitting with us now." Ashley informed me. "We kinda hooked up at his party." 

"Kinda?" Nick raised a questioning eyebrow. 

"Ok we totally hooked up at his party! Is that better?" She grinned across the table at Nick. 

He took a swig of water before answering. "Totally better." 

"Yeah you guys are totally cute." I interjected. "So where's Brandon?" I asked Nick. 

"Oh you don't know? He's out sick. Came down with something viral or something." He saw shock in my eyes. "Oh but it's not contagious. I was just over there yesterday afternoon." He reassured me. "You should call him later on, but don't stop by, he's even uglier than normal right now." 

"Nice," I turned to face Ashley, "your boyfriend has a charming sense of humor to him."