3 comments/ 69628 views/ 23 favorites Four Hills High School Ch. 01 By: Megaeros All characters are at least 18 years old. Robert sat with Jackie on the floor of her bedroom, and for the hundredth time let his eyes wander over her; over the jeans which hugged her hips tightly, the pleasant swell of her breasts under the pink t-shirt, and the wavy, dark blond hair which fell about her shoulders. In front of them, their algebra books and folders were opened, and homework and notes splayed across the carpet. She sat a few feet from him, concentrating as she leaned over to work a problem on paper, using an unopened book as a makeshift desk. Her body position made her breasts hang slightly, though still restrained by her bra. Without moving, Robert's eye caught just a hint of white lace as he glanced into the collar of her shirt. She finished the problem, and sat back up, holding the paper where they both could see it. "Is that right?" she asked. He examined her work for a moment. "No," he said. "Almost." Edging closer to her, he steadied the paper with his left hand, and pointed at a number with his right. "Move this variable to the other side of the equation, then solve," he coached her. Her eyes lit in realization. "Oh," she said, and leaned back down to work on the problem again, once more giving Robert a pleasant view. Robert looked forward to these study sessions, held two or three days a week. Jackie and he had made them something of a tradition since their sophomore year, when Robert had been a new student, shy, and hating school. During the first few days of school, as he had hurried home from the bus stop, she had spoken to him, and he had been completely surprised that a beautiful girl like her would even notice him, much less desire conversation. They had become fast friends, and had quickly discovered that they were taking the same math class. She had asked him for help studying, and so the best part of Robert's week had begun. Lately, however, their study sessions rarely lasted longer than half an hour. Robert looked as Jackie proffered her paper again. "That's it," he said, smiling. "Perfect." He kept his smile, as he turned his eyes on her. She put her paper down, then, noticing his gaze, she turned to look at him, then laughed, lowering her eyes in embarrassment. "We hardly get any studying done any more," she told him. "But you've got these down," he pleaded. "I don't think we need any more. At least not on this subject," he added. When she looked back up at him, he took her by the shoulders and kissed her. She didn't protest, but moaned in pleasure as their lips met. Their kiss broke. "Come on," she half whispered, and gracefully got to her feet, then slinked backwards onto her bed. Robert climbed onto the bed after her. For years after they met, they had stayed study partners and friends, and had both been in marching band together, while Robert had constantly nursed his feelings for her. Finally, a few months ago, he got up the courage to kiss her, and found, to his relief, that she had returned his feelings. Now their study sessions had become excuses to do what they really wanted to do: make out, and, someday soon, perhaps, something more. Jackie came to rest at the head of her bed, her blond curls resting against her menagerie of stuffed animals, smiling as she anticipated what was to come. Robert lay down on his side beside her. Unable to restrain himself, he placed one hand on her waist, and the other behind her head, and tenderly kissed her again. She returned the kiss hungrily, closing her lips on his again and again. Robert let his weight rest partially on her, pleasantly aware of the pressure of her breasts against his chest. Pressing closer to her, he felt his already erect penis press between her legs. His right hand entwined in her hair, and his left wandered along her thigh and side, but no further. This was the area he had limited himself to. She was still a virgin, he knew, like he was, and he didn't know if she was willing to go any further than they did right now. Besides, at first, this had been enough for him. After a make-out session like this, he walked the block to his home a happy man. They stopped kissing for a moment, and Robert pulled his head back, maintaining the weight of his body against hers. She looked back at him with half-closed eyes, clearly enjoying herself as much as he. "Does your father still think that all we do is study?" he asked her. Jackie's parents were usually at work until 6:00, a fact for which Robert, and Jackie, were thankful. "I think so," she said. "After all, we did for years, right?" She gave him a quick peck on the lips, then followed up with a deeper kiss. She opened her mouth slightly, flicking her tongue against his lips. He responded by opening his mouth, and their tongues played against one another. Another moan escaped Jackie as they continued hungrily. As they kissed, Robert ground his pelvis into Jackie's, feeling her hips rise up to meet his gratefully. Finally, they stopped for air, and looked at one another. Robert could see the desire written plainly on Jackie's face. Not for the first time, Robert wondered when it might be right for them to move beyond this, or if Jackie even wanted to. Now, it seemed as if she did, but in the same way that he had been too terrified to speak to her, too terrified to kiss her, he could not bring himself to make a move past the safe place they were now. They had spoken about sex once or twice, but only in the context of other people; they had never brought up the subject of the two of them possibly doing it. As far as he knew, Jackie wanted to wait until college, or didn't want to risk getting caught by her parents. As if she had read the question in his eyes, she asked, "What are you thinking about?" He stroked her hair absently and smiled. "You," he said; the safest thing he could think to say at the moment. She smiled back at him and leaned forward to kiss him. He returned the kiss eagerly, and they continued to work their mouths against each other. Almost of its own accord, Robert's groin pressed forward again, relieving some of the tension building up in him. Jackie ground against him with more and more pressure, until finally she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed into him with all the strength she could muster. She moaned, and a grunt made its way past his lips as they ground their hips together, their lips also connected. Robert could taste his desire, which was threatening to overwhelm him. He wanted Jackie more than he ever had before, and it seemed as if Jackie wanted him. He realized that it was probably now or never; he had to make a move someday, or he would remain a virgin forever. He tentatively moved his hand from Jackie's waist to her thigh, then, when she did not react, to her perfectly round ass. Almost immediately, she stopped kissing him and grinding against him. She let her legs fall away from his waist. Robert's heart pounded with the thought that he had gone too far. He pulled back to look at Jackie. She looked back at him, not with the shocked outrage he was expecting, but with the same craving that he felt. Without saying anything, she gently pulled his head down to her, and their lips pressed together. Robert relaxed as they settled into the usual rhythm of making out. Jackie didn't mind his hand on her ass, but did that mean that she wanted to have sex? He realized that he was still a long way from his goal. He resolved to test Jackie's desire even more. He arched his back to put space between their bodies, and moved his hand around to her chest. He touched her right breast; at first only grazing it with his fingers, then, resolved, he groped it. It was slightly larger than his fist, and it fit nicely in his hand. He could feel the extra material of her bra between her t-shirt and her flesh, but the texture of her breast was there, unmistakable, all the same. Her kissing seemed to grow in intensity as he felt her beautiful chest. His heart leapt as he realized that Jackie seemed to want him as much as he wanted her. The next obstacle to surmount, he realized, was taking her shirt and bra off, and he realized that he probably couldn't do this without help. He stopped kissing her and pulled back scant centimeters so that he could speak. She looked into his eyes. Her lips were parted slightly, and she had suddenly become short of breath. "Jackie," he whispered, "Do you want to . . ." "Yes, Robert," she interrupted him. "Fuck me." Robert's shock at hearing this from Jackie gave way to elation. Afraid to waste time, he pulled at the bottom of her shirt. Realizing he was having trouble, she sat up, gently pushing Robert up before her. When they were both on their knees on her white bedspread, she pulled the shirt over her head with a deft tug. Robert caught himself staring at Jackie's ivory bra; at the tan tops of her breasts as they curved downward behind her modesty-protecting undergarment. He noticed that she was smiling at him amusedly, and realized that they both had stopped undressing. Aware that he was still fully clothed, he fumbled to remove his shirt. He tossed his shirt off the bed, then moved toward Jackie. She purred as they pressed together and kissed, now each feeling the warm flesh of the other's chest. Robert moved his hands around Jackie's back to the hooks of her bra, and unsuccessfully attempted to unfasten them. Stifling a laugh, Jackie gently pushed him away, and reached behind her to undo her bra herself. Robert had no time for embarrassment as he watched her. The bra was unfastened in an instant. Jackie held the bra in front of her chest for a moment, then, with the hint of shyness on her face, brought her arms through the straps and let it fall. This time Robert did not let himself stare when he saw her exposed breasts. They were pale where the sun had not touched them. The area which was slightly darker than the rest was the size of a half-dollar. The small nipples were fully erect, and pointed towards him as he reached for them. Taking one in each hand, he slowly massaged them. Jackie watched him, before closing her eyes slowly. Robert then moved forward and kissed her fully, feeling her melt into him. Then, leaning down, he lifted her left breast to his lips, taking her nipple into his mouth. She moaned as he worked her flesh back and forth in his mouth, suckling. He flicked his tongue back and forth, feeling the firm nipple spring back each time his tongue passed. Jackie exhaled as she put her hands behind his hand and raised her face to the ceiling. Robert then moved to her right breast, licking the nipple several times before taking it into his mouth and sucking it in turn. She let him suck for long seconds, gasping in whispers, until she fell backwards against her stuffed animals, and looked at him with dreamy eyes. Her breasts stood up from her chest, heaving slightly as she took breath. Unable to resist, Robert moved over her and kissed her right breast again. Supporting himself with his left hand, he moved his right to Jackie's other breast, and felt it as he sucked her nipple. As much as he enjoyed worshipping Jackie's breasts, he knew that she was probably expecting something else very soon. Though he completely lacked experience in sex, he had read as much on the subject as he had been able to find. He knew that women took longer to reach orgasm than men, and he had learned one way to make sure that a woman reached hers first. Leaving Jackie's breasts, he kissed his way down her smooth stomach, and around her belly button. Jackie exhaled in relaxation. Finally reaching the waistband of her jeans, Robert sat up and undid them. Jackie lifted her ass off of the bed to allow Robert to slide her pants off. After he had done so, she continued to arch her back, waiting for him to remove her white, lacy panties. Before he did so, he glanced at her face. She looked back, biting her lower lip in anticipation. Finally, he removed her panties, revealing her glistening pussy, framed by short, dark blond bush. Jackie set her body back onto her bed after Robert had slid her panties off of her legs. Her legs were still spread, beckoning him forwards. He had never seen a pussy in person before, and he still was not sure that he would be able to find her clitoris. Pushing aside apprehension, he lay himself flat on the bed and lowered his face to her. With his hands he spread her labia, and was quickly able to find her clit thrusting toward him. Relieved, he licked it, coaxing a delicious moan from Jackie. Slowly, he worked her clitoris with his tongue, licking up and down, then side to side, trying to make the movements random. Her taste was unlike anything Robert had been told to expect. It was indescribably exotic, and wonderful. He had wondered if he would be disgusted, but now he knew there was no danger of that. He loved her taste. "Oh, yes," Jackie murmured. Her breathing gradually became heavier, and she began to move her hips against Robert's tongue. Robert moved his tongue downwards, licking the face of her pussy. His tongue flicked against Jackie's hymen, which made her pussy opening so tight that he wasn't able to push his tongue into the opening. Instead, he circled just inside the labia before returning to the clit. Once there, he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck, at the same time pushing his tongue against it as hard as he could manage. Jackie was making soft moans with every breath now, and her hips were nearly lifting from her bed as she pushed against him. Robert gradually increased the speed at which he licked her, hoping that he was good enough to make her come, and wondering if he would be able to tell when she did. "Oh, god," Jackie said, signaling a nearing to climax. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted in increasing urgency. Finally, after minutes of greater and greater ecstasy, Jackie cried out, clawing at the bed in her efforts to process the pleasure. Robert's mouth was assailed by a flood of her juices. He continued his ministrations through it, holding fast as she writhed on the bedspread. Finally, Jackie collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. Robert, exalting in his success, kissed her entire pussy with his mouth again and again, taking it her succulence. Finally, he lifted himself up, his face dripping with her. She smiled at him, giddy with the slaking of her lust. With a laugh, she reached up to wipe off his mouth. He allowed her to clean his chin before asking, "Did you like that?" "Oh, yeah," she told him, breathlessly. Robert knelt before her, and, with his hand, touched his penis to her pussy. Jackie took a sharp breath, the anticipation, or anxiety, too much. She was saturated with wetness from her orgasm, and Robert's efforts. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded. "Fuck me," she gasped. Obeying her instantly, he pushed forward, and Jackie gasped immediately, biting her lip in pain. Robert stopped. Looking down, he couldn't see any blood yet. "Are you okay?" he whispered. As much as he wanted her, he didn't want to hurt her. She nodded her head quickly. "Yeah," she breathed. Again, Robert pushed forward, starting to feel the warmness of her flesh around her penis. Jackie grimaced and inhaled sharply, pulling away. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Robert asked, feeling a twinge of disappointment with the question. Jackie seemed to steel her resolve. "Yes," she said, nodding again. "Fuck me." Gently, Robert thrust forward. He moved a little further inside her. The head of his penis was completely inside before she gasped again. This time, Robert's desire and impatience combined to push aside his guilt at causing Jackie pain. As she pulled away, he grasped her shoulders and thrust onward. He felt her hymen give way, and slid all the way into her. She cried out, and clawed at his shoulders, but relaxed almost immediately when she realized that it had been done. "Are you okay?" Robert asked, the guilt taking over once again. "Yeah," she whispered, nodding. Robert pulled back out and raised himself up, looking between their legs. A small smear of blood was on his penis, and more was already dripping from her onto the bedspread. "Oh my god, your sheets," he said in alarm. She stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about my sheets," she said, calmly. "Just fuck me." His guilt forgotten, he thrust into her again, experimentally, this time enjoying the sensation. She gasped as he drove himself inside of her. He pulled out and thrust again, then again, slowly settling into an easy rhythm. Her warmness surrounded him, and the friction of each stroke sent shivers of ecstasy up his spine. Jackie's whispered gasps came with every stroke. She closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure coming so soon after the pain. Robert had heard that girls didn't enjoy their first time, but Jackie seemed to be enjoying it. He watched her as he fucked her. Her breasts jiggled pleasantly each time he pumped, and he wanted to touch them. He pushed himself up on his knees, while continued to fuck her, then cupped her breasts, gripping each nipple lightly between his fingers. He held them lightly enough that they continued to jiggle. "Does this feel good?" he asked her. He was actually genuinely concerned, but realized that this doubled as dirty talk. She half opened her eyes and looked at him. "Oh, yeah, baby," she said. She gazed into his eyes, her mouth opening, as he drove within her again and again. He lay back down onto his elbows, and placed his hands behind her head, luxuriating in her full hair as his penis luxuriated in her pussy. His hips thrust as he rested his weight on her, feeling her breasts press into his chest. He kissed her deeply, their tongues flicking together. Robert was amazed that he had not already come. He guessed that they had been fucking for a few minutes. Deciding that that was good enough, he raised himself off of Jackie again and started to stroke a little harder. Jackie's gasps became small cries as she felt him penetrate her. Robert could feel the tension building up within him until it was blinding, and he had to close his eyes against it. He exploded inside of Jackie, coating her with his come. He thrust two more times, until he was completely spent. Without pulling out, he gently lay back on Jackie, who was smiling up at him. He kissed her twice, long and slow. He then rolled to his side and off of her. Jackie likewise rolled to her side, and they lay there, next to each other. "That was amazing," Jackie said. "Yeah, it was," Robert said. "I didn't know if you wanted to do it . . ." He trailed off. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "I've been waiting for you to make a move, ever since we started making out." She laughed, and Robert smiled. He looked at her body, as she lay in front of him, unashamed. Her breasts hung pleasantly, and Robert reached out to caress them. Jackie inhaled slightly in pleasure. Fondling her, he looked down and started. There was a large spot of blood on the bedspread, and on his penis, as well as a trickle dripping down Jackie's thigh. "Don't worry about it," she said. "I'll clean the bedspread." "Did it hurt?" Robert asked her. "At first, yeah," she said, nodding, prompting a tinge of guilt from Robert. "But after that, it felt so good, I forgot about the pain." "That's good," Robert said, and went back to massaging her breasts with his one hand. "I'm so glad it was you," Jackie told him then. Robert leaned over to kiss her, then moved his weight on top of her again, pushing her on to her back. They kissed slowly for several minutes, their warm flesh pressed together. Finally, they stopped to clean themselves up before Jackie's father got home. They cleaned up in Jackie's bathroom and got dressed. She started the laundry just before they heard the garage door go up. Robert and Jackie walked down the stairs as her dad was coming in the garage door. Four Hills High School Ch. 01 "Hi, Daddy!" Jackie said cheerfully. "Hi, sweetheart," he replied, brightening as he saw her. "Hello, Robert," he said, cordially. "Hi, Mr. Dumell," Robert said, doing his best to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Did you learn a lot?" Mr. Dumell asked, almost off-handedly, as he walked past them into the kitchen. "Mm-Hm," Jackie practically purred, looking at Robert, smiling at their private joke. Jackie walked him to the door, and they shared one more long kiss before Robert left, smiling as he walked home. In the lunch room the next day, Robert whistled tunelessly as he maneuvered through the crowd to sit at the table with his friends. "You're cheerful today," Vance said. In contrast, Vance was his usual low-key self. Robert pursed his lips and shrugged. "I guess so," he said. Across the table, Maggie, the only girl present, narrowed her eyes. "Wait," she said, "Vance is right. You're really cheerful." Robert looked at her, and couldn't help but break out in a grin. "Don't tell us," Brian said, to his right, "You finally hooked up with Jackie." Robert said nothing, but tried to look nonchalant as he started to eat. The five friends seated at the table made various sounds of astonishment. "Way to go, buddy!" Brian congratulated, punching Robert lightly in the shoulder. "How was it?" Scott asked, beaming from ear to ear. "It was great," Robert said. "I wasn't sure the first time was going to go alright, but, I think I did pretty good." "Did she come?" Scott asked. Robert nodded his head, acting as if it should have been a forgone conclusion. "Well, then, I guess you did pretty good," Maggie said. For some reason, she had stopped smiling. Usually she was the most cheerful person at the table. Robert wondered what had her down suddenly, but decided he would ask her in private later. "Ready for the swim banquet tonight?" Robert asked Brian. They were both on the swim team, which traditionally held an early year banquet. Robert enjoyed the chance to dress up and have dinner with dozens of friends. "Yeah, I guess," Brian replied. "Think I should go out for swimming?" Maggie asked. "I bet I would look great in the team swimsuit." The boys all frowned at the image, and Maggie looked discouraged again. She wasn't unattractive. She was pleasantly slim, except for the smallest extra weight in the hips and ass. Her face was very cute, with large brown eyes, and her hair was a silky chestnut brown which fell about her shoulders. Her bust was not as impressive, but it didn't matter, because they had been friends since kindergarten, and the boys thought of her as their sister. "We can't think of you like that," Robert said. "Good thing, too," Scott said with his usual mirth, "If we did, out weekly pool parties would turn into a gangbang." They all snorted with laughter, except for Vance, who seemed to have checked out of the conversation. Brian followed his gaze across the lunchroom, and quickly spotted Vance's source of distraction. "Ah, for instance, Vance only has eyes for Krissy." The mention of Krissy snapped Vance back to the table, and he smiled sheepishly. "Yeah," he said dumbly. Leaving her lunch table with her small group of friends was the object of Vance's idolatry. Robert knew exactly what Vance saw in her. Krissy was about as close to perfect as high-school girls came. Bright red hair cascaded in ringlets about her shoulders, framing a delicate face of creamy skin, and just touching her firm but not overlarge breasts. Her hips, which had the slightest hourglass curve, swayed as she walked past them, smiling at everyone they passed. She was popular, but not stuck up. She did not seem to see much point in cheerleading, though she would have been a shoo-in, opting instead to play volleyball. Several of the school's football players were sitting directly across the aisle from them. Most of them were sharing seats with their girlfriends, straddling the seats so that the girls sat between their legs. Robert watched as John, the star quarterback, made no secret of following Krissy as she walked. Krissy took no notice, but John's girlfriend, Stacy, who was sitting with her ass squarely in John's crotch, did. She twisted around, put her hand on his cheek, and pulled his face back toward her. His expression flared up in anger, and Robert turned his attention back towards his friends, hoping the jock and cheerleader wouldn't come to blows. "Vance, man," Scott spoke up. "You've got a better chance with Ms. McCall then you do with Krissy." Ms. McCall was the orchestra teacher, and the teacher crush of most of the boys in performing arts. "Might as well give her up, bud," Brian chimed in. "She's never without a boyfriend for more than a few days. Who's she dating now?" "Mike, I think," Robert said. He had been keeping track, actually. "You guys," Maggie said, exasperated. "Don't you think about anything else?" "Sure we do," Scott said. "But nothing else is as fun." "Speaking of . . ." Brian said, nodding at Scott's back. Scott turned, and his face lit up when he saw Stephanie, his girlfriend, coming up, her usual cheerful self. "Hey, baby!" Stephanie cried as Scott bolted out of his chair and swept her up in an embrace. Robert looked on with some envy. Stephanie was not as classically beautiful as girls like Krissy, Stacy, or Jackie, but she made up for it with her bubbliness, and her body. While not slim, she carried her weight in exactly the right places. Her long, curly brown hair fell across her huge breasts. Her stomach was remarkably flat from the flashes of midriff that Robert had seen, and directly below that, her hips and ass flared out a very nice degree, without making her seem overweight. Likewise, Stephanie's choice of clothes often accentuated her best features. She favored tight tank tops, and the shorts she wore were snug around her hips, and came up almost to her pussy, showing off her buxom, but smooth legs. Scott, one arm around Stephanie's waist turned and waved good bye to his friends as he and his girl left. "Kind of feel bad for him," Brian said, watching them leave. "What do you mean?" Vance asked, confused. "Well, Stephanie's devout Christian," Brian said. "Not that you'd know it from the way she dresses. She's never going to go past first base." "At least Scott is happy," Maggie said. "He sure looks that way," Brian agreed. "I guess I'm not one to throw stones." He looked down at the table. "What do you mean by that?" Maggie asked. "Do you see me with any girl?" Brian asked, making a show of frustration. "I haven't been able to hook up since sophomore year." "I wouldn't worry about it, Brian," Robert spoke up. "I think you're the target of a proverbial crush." He immediately chided himself for saying too much. A couple of weeks ago he had overheard two girls on the swim team talking about Brian. One of them, Brandy, who was quite nice to look at, thought that Brian was very cute. When they had realized that Robert could hear, they swore him to silence. "What do you mean?" Brian asked. "Sorry," Robert said sheepishly. "I can't say." Brian smirked. "Yeah, you think I'm falling for that one?" he got up from the table. "I'll see you later." The three friends who were left realized that lunch was almost over, and reached for their bags. "Ah, the romantic exploits of the four musketeers." Maggie mused as they stood. "And the fair lady," Vance added, smiling. Brian practically scowled as he sat at the table with his teammates. His shirt and tie were scratchy and uncomfortable. Robert, next to him, was enjoying himself, talking to the other swimmers sitting around them. What his friend had said at lunch had stuck in his mind. He didn't like to admit it to himself, much less anyone else, but he was missing having a girlfriend. If someone did have a crush on him, as long as they weren't half-bad looking, he was ready to make their wish come true. He looked around the table. Someone from the swim team, he thought? The ladies, like the men, were dressed semi-formally, and many looked very nice. As he looked at them, though, he mentally ticked them off. Leslie already had a boyfriend. Kim had never shown the slightest interest. "Are you kidding me?" the too-loud voice interrupted his thoughts from a few chairs down. "We need to pay for another team suit?" The voice belonged to Joe, and it had the same effect on almost anyone. Brian had the sense that most of the team barely tolerated Joe, and then only because they were being nice. "Same as last year, Joe," Garret, the team captain, said from down the table. "I just need your order form. Pass it down." Almost everyone on the team had already paid for their suits, but Joe had decided to drag it out. Next to Joe sat his girlfriend of a few weeks, Brandy, and they had to be the evening's oddest couple. Joe had long hair, and a pubescent mustache to go with his cocky demeanor. Brandy was quiet, sweet, and rather pretty, with shoulder-length blonde hair, and a slim but curvy figure. Brandy had turned a few heads when she had entered the banquet. Her dress may have been the best-looking of any of the girls. It was certainly the most daring. The peach-colored fabric showed a generous portion of her cleavage, and it almost seemed as if her grapefruit-sized breasts would spill out at any moment. On Brandy, who rarely spoke a word, the dress was pleasant, but unexpected. Though she was pretty, her apparent lack of confidence put her beneath the notice of most of the rest of the school. Brian watched Joe and Brandy while most of the table conversed. Joe had finished filling out his suit order form, and was trying to pass it to Garrett, but Brandy had not noticed. Joe held the paper to her for a few seconds, before, giving up, he stuck it into the cleavage of her dress. Brandy, struggling for composure, snatched the paper out of her dress as Joe cackled at his ingenuity. Any swimmer who had seen the display made no comment. For a moment, Brian contemplated calling out Joe for mistreating his girlfriend, but he decided against it. Joe sometimes felt like he had to fight someone, and Brian had no desire to do so tonight. As the banquet began to wind down, Brian tried to think of a way to ask Robert about what he had said. Walking out to his car with Robert, he decided to drop all pretense. "Listen, Robert," he said. "Was that a joke at lunch today?" "Huh?" Robert said confused. "When you said someone had a crush on me," Brian said, trying to keep his voice down. Robert looked slightly embarrassed. "Hey, I told you . . ." "Robert," Brian interrupted. "If someone has a crush on me, she would want you to tell me, if you get my drift." Robert watched him slowly, and the confusion on his face gradually gave way to understanding. "But you can't say I told you," he stipulated. Brian nodded his assent. Near them, Joe virtually manhandled Brandy toward his truck. Robert indicated them with a quick lift of his chin, and Brian understood. Driving home, Brian's mind was working. He had never thought about Brandy like that. She was pretty enough, though, and she could stand to be treated better. Yeah, he decided. This would be good. Maggie sighed as she sat in Robert's hot tub and took a sip of her beer. She and the four boys had gotten together for their usual weekend ritual at Robert's pool. She had worn a new bathing suit. A black one-piece, it showed an impressive amount of cleavage, flattering her B-cup bust, not that the boys noticed. After swimming, Robert, Brian, Vance, and Scott had gone inside to play video games, leaving her out here to relax in the hot tub and enjoy the night, still nursing her second beer. She thought about the boys, then about boys in general. Robert had started getting laid, and he looked much happier for it. She, however, had never come close. She didn't think she was unattractive, but none of the boys at school saw her as anything more than a friend, at most. She sighed. She would have gone out with any of the four guys in the house, but as horny as they were, they didn't seem to think that was an option. The house's back door opened, and Robert's dad, Robert Senior, or Mr. Hunt, as they called him, stepped out in swim trunks, carrying a towel. Maggie straightened involuntarily. Mr. Hunt seemed to pause when he saw that she was the only one out here. Then, he walked toward the hot tub. Mr. Hunt looked just like an older version of Robert, except more confident, and Maggie had always found him attractive, and, perhaps because of that, just a little bit intimidating. When he got close enough, Mr. Hunt said, "Nice night." "Yeah, it is," Maggie returned, smiling. "Mind if I join you," he asked, motioning to the hot tub. "No. Of course," she said, waving for him to get in. As Mr. Hunt slowly immersed himself in the steaming water, Maggie couldn't help but look at his body. He was just a little more muscular than average, and she liked that, but she chided herself almost as soon as she had started to admire him. He settled himself into the water just opposite her and looked at her, seemingly completely comfortable with sharing the tub with her. "Are my son and his friends inside playing their video games?" he asked, amused. "Yeah," she said, nodding her head, unable to think of anything else to say. "Too bad for him," Mr. Hunt said. "It's such a lovely evening, and he's not out here to enjoy it." He did not take his eyes of hers as he said this. "So why do you always hang around with these guys?" he asked. She shrugged. "They're my friends," she said. She had often wondered this herself. She had girlfriends, but for whatever reason, her customary place to be on the weekend was with these four guys. "I would have thought a girl like you would have a date tonight," Mr. Hunt said, and Maggie could feel herself blush immediately. She tried to calm herself, knowing that it was useless. She only hoped that the evening darkness was hiding her flushed complexion. Mr. Hunt had playfully tried to embarrass her like that in the past. She decided that she wasn't going to let him do it tonight. "I guess the boys don't see much in me," she said, more confident now. "That's surprising," Mr. Hunt said. "Of all the girls I've seen that are Robert's age, you're by far the most attractive." Maggie pushed down her surprise at the direction this conversation had just gone. Again she resolved not to act like a naïve schoolgirl. "Really?" she asked, with a hint of flirtation. "Even more attractive than Jackie?" "Even more attractive than Jackie," Mr. Hunt nodded. "I don't know what you see in me," Maggie persisted. "None of the boys seem to see it." She batted her eyes in a playfully hurt way. "Well, your hair is gorgeous," Mr. Hunt said. Maggie smiled in spite of herself. She had always taken pride in her long, brown hair, but she was rarely complimented on it. "And your face," Mr. Hunt continued, "so delicate. It has a certain . . . innocence to it." "But what about my boobs?" Maggie asked. "They're so small," she pouted. "I don't know about that," Mr. Hunt said. "Let's see them." This did cause Maggie to stop in shock, looking at Mr. Hunt, trying to tell if he was kidding. Mr. Hunt held up his hands. "Don't worry," he said "I won't laugh at them. You asked me how they were. I can tell you." "Look," he said finally, and reached down under the water. He shifted his weight for a few seconds, then brought his swimming trunks up and placed them on the pool deck. "I'm naked, now," he said, "No reason for you not to be." Maggie looked down. His body was concealed by the hot tub's bubbles, but he was definitely naked. "What about Mrs. Hunt?" she asked. He made a dismissive gesture. "She's out of town. She doesn't need to know." Maggie thought through the situation. First Mr. Hunt had told her that she was attractive, then he had asked her to get undressed, and then he had gotten undressed himself. Obviously he wanted something. He couldn't actually want to . . . have sex? She thought. She was just a schoolgirl, and he was quite a hot man. Maybe it was the two beers she had had, but she wanted to see how far this could go. She stood up in the hot tub, shrugged out of the top of her swimsuit, and let it fall. Her small breasts hung just above the water level. She realized that the thought of showing herself to Mr. Hunt had made her nipples stiff. He looked down at her, but did not seem like he was ogling her. He looked back up at her eyes with a confident smile. "There, you see?" he said. "You're absolutely beautiful." Maggie blushed again. "Can I feel them?" She knew that she was headed into dangerous territory, but, looking at the outline of Mr. Hunt's fit body under the water, she had to go further. She walked forward through the water until Mr. Hunt could reach her. He took one of her breasts in each of his hands and fondled her gently, stroking her erect nipples with his thumbs. "Mmm. The boys are missing out," he told her. All thought of right or wrong left her mind, and she closed her eyes. Now, at last, she was being told that she was beautiful, sexy, and it wasn't one of the boys at school, it was this man who could have sex with his wife any time he wanted. Suddenly thinking of her friends, she looked towards the house. Mr. Hunt caught her glance. "Don't worry," he told her. "They're occupied with their games." Still, he picked up a remote control, and, with the press of a button, turned off the pool lights, covering them in darkness. As Maggie's eyes adjusted to the light, Mr. Hunt leaned down, and took one of her breasts into his mouth. He covered her entire pink areola with his lips, then tightened his mouth until he was sucking on only her nipple. Maggie gave a small cry of exquisite pleasure as Mr. Hunt sucked her with increasing pressure. As he did this, his hand continued to knead her other breast. Finally, he switched, and gave the other breast the same attention. Finishing, he sat back, and taking her waist with sudden strength, turned her around and sat her down on his lap. She was still wearing the bottom of her swimsuit, but she could feel his large, stiff cock through the thin fabric. His sudden forcefulness was shocking, but she felt a wave of odd pleasure when she realized that he had her completely under his control. Under the water, he reached up and continued to fondle her breasts. He put his head down and kissed the side of Maggie's neck. She closed her eyes, and leaned back into him, savoring the feeling. She was just thinking how much trouble she was having getting the attention of the opposite sex, and now here she was, being pleasured by the last man she would have expected. He moved his head to the other side of hers, and continued to plant soft kisses up and down her neck. Mr. Hunt then brought one hand up to her face, gently tuning her so that he could kiss her. She returned the kiss gratefully, breathing in the feel of him. Their lips parted, and Mr. Hunt brought his head up, relaxing for a moment, and going back to feeling both of her breasts. He gently pinched her nipples and rolled them back and forth between his fingers until they were as hard as pebbles. He whispered in her ear. "So, have you never been with a man?" She shook her head no. "That's too bad," he said. "Are you nervous about losing your virginity?" She had been, and still was. She nodded, then decided to add more. "Sometimes I wish I could just get it over with." "Well, you will tonight," Mr. Hunt told her. He brought one hand away from her breasts, and she felt him rub her pussy up and down through her bathing suit. "Mmmm," she purred, as he gradually rubbed harder, pressing his finger, and the swimsuit, in between her pussy lips. He paid special attention to her clitoris, going back over that part several times. Four Hills High School Ch. 01 They did this for several minutes. Maggie wondered briefly if she should be pleasuring him, but she dismissed the idea. What could she do? Instead, she gave herself over to the feel of Mr. Hunt's hands, rubbing her nipple and her pussy, the pleasure building inside her slowly. Her lips parted slightly as she leaned back, eyes closed. She gasped when Mr. Hunt moved the bottom of her swimsuit aside, and slid his finger inside her. It felt as if he was only up to his first knuckle. "Oh, you're so tight," he said. She didn't say anything. She knew from experience that it was tough to even get her finger up there. Mr. Hunt didn't push very hard, but started to massage the inside of her pussy right around the opening. He then slid his finger out and rubbed her clitoris, continuing to build her tension. Slowly, he alternated between rubbing her clitoris and sliding his finger as far as it would go into her pussy. From the house she heard shouted voices. The boys were in the kitchen, right inside the door to the pool deck. They were probably just getting snacks, and then going right back to video games, she told herself. At this point, she didn't care if they were caught. Mr. Hunt didn't react, but continued finger-fucking her. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" Mr. Hunt asked, his voice husky. "No," she panted. "No?" he asked in disbelief. "Never masturbated?" "Well, I have," she admitted. "But never that hard." "Well, then," he said, his finger continuing its work. "You're in for a treat tonight." "I heard it's supposed to hurt," she said, trying not to let the fear crawl into her voice. "It might, a little," Mr. Hunt admitted, "but first I'm going to do this." With that, he lifted her by her waist, and placed her on the edge of the spa, her legs dangling into the bubbling water. He knelt in front of her, took her swimsuit where it hung at her waist, and pulled it off, as she lifted her ass off of the pool deck to help. Her swimsuit off, she sat there, naked, watching Mr. Hunt lean down toward her. His first lick sent a shiver up her spine, and she recoiled slightly, even though it was the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. Mr. Hunt wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him, and continued to lick her clit. He gradually increased the force of his licks until she could barely stand it. He then closed his lips around her clit and began to suck it. She moved her hips involuntarily, and felt something building within her; not the simple pleasure that she had felt before; this was something slightly different. Instinctively, she knew that she was approaching orgasm. Mr. Hunt stopped sucking, and his mouth still around her clitoris, started licking again, this time faster. Maggie inhaled sharply and panted, the sensation almost too much to take. Within seconds she came. She struggled to sit still as the pleasure took hold of her body. She involuntarily screamed, the vocalization sounding loudly in the quiet backyard. She became aware of juices surging out of her, but Mr. Hunt did not seem to mind, instead continuing his work, and keeping her on the point of orgasm for an eternity before she was finally released. He looked up at her and smiled. "I'm so sorry," she said through gasped breaths, worried that he had found her come disgusting. "For what?" he asked. "I love it when women come like that." To emphasize this, he licked the entire length of her pussy, drinking her juices in. He then leaned forward and started licking her pussy again, gently and slowly at first. "You don't have to do that again," Maggie protested. Mr. Hunt paused long enough to whisper a sharp, "Shh," before continuing to lick and suck. The rising pleasure once again took Maggie. Quickly she looked at the back door, and the neighbors' yards. She was amazed that no one had heard her screams. Another wave of pleasure hit her. Supporting herself with her hands on the edge of the spa, she moved her hips against Mr. Hunt's mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring her and Mr. Hunt's passion. Another orgasm was already approaching. She began to moan in time with her breathing. This time, she felt herself gush first, then the orgasm hit her. She couldn't help herself from throatily screaming again. Mr. Hunt held her fast, drinking in her juices. The second orgasm was even more intense than the first, and lasted just as long. When she had finished, Mr. Hunt stood up in front of her, and they kissed deeply, parting and kissing again for long seconds. Maggie tasted herself on him. It was a curious taste. For the time being she tried not to think about where it came from. Mr. Hunt stepped onto the spa's seat, and his penis left the water for the first time. The only penis Maggie had ever seen in person before was her little brother's, when they had both been too young to care. From what she had seen in online porn, though, Mr. Hunt's cock was quite impressive. She reached down and grasped it, more to test the feel of it than to pleasure him. Slowly, she ran her hand up and down the shaft. Mr. Hunt paused where he was and began to breathe deeply. Maggie was amazed that what she was holding could fit inside of her, and her nervousness returned. Mr. Hunt continued to stand, until his penis was against her pussy as it hung over the edge of the hot tub. "Be gentle," Maggie pleaded suddenly. Mr. Hunt leaned forward and rested his cheek against Maggie's "Don't worry," he whispered in her ear. He pulled his head back, and she locked eyes with him, her lips parting in anticipation. He thrust inside her with one smooth, slow motion. Maggie cried out as she felt her hymen tear. She tried to pull back, but Mr. Hunt grasped her ass, and continued bringing their hips together. She closed her eyes and continued panting loudly as she felt herself stretch more and more. She felt certain that no more of him would fit, but still he pushed. Finally, all the way inside of her, he stopped. He paused there, letting her catch her breath. "Was that alright?" he asked. "I'm okay," she said. That had been painful, but the worst was over, she knew. Mr. Hunt began to stroke slowly. Maggie kept eye contact with him, her mouth frozen in a gasp, giving small cries of pain with each thrust. She could see the lust in his eyes, and was again amazed that she could inspire that in a man much more experienced than she was. Gradually, the soreness gave way, until it was only a dull background, and in its place, she began to feel the pleasurable friction of his shaft sliding inside of her. She closed her eyes and leaned back, trying to focus on the good feeling, rather than the pain. She felt Mr. Hunt's wet mouth on her nipple, followed by strong, delicious suction. His hands were firmly on her ass, holding her still as he pounded her. He moved to her other small breast and sucked it thoroughly before straightening. Maggie looked at Mr. Hunt's pecs for the first time. She sometimes found a man's pecs attractive, and Mr. Hunt's were definitely that. They bulged just the right amount, with a fine dusting of blonde hair. She stroked one of his pecs, her fingers circling Mr. Hunt's nipple. Then, she leaned forward and sucked it. Mr. Hunt groaned. "Mmm. That's a good girl," he said. Maggie ran her tongue back and forth across the nipple as it was in her mouth, and by Mr. Hunt's increasing moans, she figured he was enjoying it. By now, pleasure had completely overwhelmed any thought of her torn hymen, she finally ceased sucking and laid her head against Mr. Hunt's chest as his thrusting gained force. Suddenly, he gave a long moan and pulled out of her. He grabbed his penis and pointed it just as spurts of white come erupted forth. The nectar fell across her breasts in three gushes as Mr. Hunt continued to moan. Finally, he stopped and pressed his penis into her breasts, pushing the come around. She watched as the tip of his cock circled her nipples, rubbing in the white spooge. After a few seconds, Mr. Hunt sank back into the hot tub. Maggie followed him, washing off his come as she sat next to him. He put his arm around her, and she snuggled into the crook of it. "How did you like your first lesson?" he asked, as he reached with his cradling hand to idly stroke her nipple. "I loved that," she said, afraid now to look at him. "Was I . . . good?" she asked, hating how unsure she sounded. "You were perfect," Mr. Hunt said, kissing the top of her head. "Those high-school boys have no idea what they're missing. Maybe from time to time I can teach you some more." Maggie knew that she was entering into a dangerous game. If Mrs. Hunt found out, or anyone else, for that matter, things could go bad very quickly. She looked up at Mr. Hunt. He was gorgeous. He looked down at her, and they kissed softly. She would never be able to say no. Four Hills High School Ch. 02 Of course, I would recommend that you read Chapter 1 first, if you haven't already. All characters are at least 18 years old. Robert rolled into the guest bed in Scott's house, finally exhausted from the evening's festivities with Scott and Vance. Brian and Maggie had had other things going on, so the three remaining friends had gathered at Scott's to watch movies, play games, and talk. Life had been good the past three weeks. Jackie and he were having sex two or three times a week, and they had finally started to go out as girlfriend and boyfriend, though while they were out having a good time, they could hardly wait to get somewhere to fuck. This was tougher on the weekend than it was during the week, since Jackie's parents were home, so they had had to get creative on where they did it. Once they had done it in his car, and once on the high school's football field. Last night, they had actually done it on the couch at her place, terrified that her parents would wake up and come down the stairs. They were both getting better at it, and trying new things. He could hardly wait to fuck Jackie again, though tonight he and Jackie had agreed to spend time with friends. Robert's friends seemed to be doing well. Brian was more upbeat than he had been. Robert could tell that he was getting up the nerve to ask out Brandy. Maggie seemed happy, too; almost as if she were getting laid, but she hadn't told any of them that she had a boyfriend. Thinking about his life, and that of his friends, he drifted to sleep. A few hours later, the lights in the guest bedroom came on, and he heard someone come in and shut the door. His eyes, adjusting to the brightness, could not tell who it was. After a few seconds, whoever it was finally realized that there was someone else in the bed. "Wha . . . what the hell?" a female voice asked. Robert recognized the voice just as his eyes focused on her. He was surprised to see Scott's older sister Amanda, who had left for college two years ago. Amanda had been one of his many crushes through the earlier years of high school. She was slim and attractive with full red hair which fell past her shoulders. She wore a black dress which hugged her hips and her ample bust, showing the barest amount of cleavage. From her slightly disheveled appearance, it looked as if she had been out for the night, and was just now arriving home. "Amanda," he said dumbly. "Didn't know you were back." Scott's guest room had once been Amanda's room, and it was still decorated the way that she had kept it. "Yeah, well I am," she said, "and I don't appreciate finding you sleeping in my bed. Now, out!" with that, she grabbed the bedspread and yanked it off of him. Robert had not brought pajamas with him, and since he had thought he had the room to himself, he had stripped completely naked to be more comfortable. To make matters worse, he was fully erect, as he often was when he woke up. "Oh, my god," Amanda said, emphasizing each word. Robert moved to cover himself, then changed his mind. He was used to Jackie seeing him naked. Why should he cover up now? He wasn't ashamed of himself. He put his arms behind his head, and looked defiantly at his friend's sister, as if daring her to complain. Amanda, however, having recovered from the shock of seeing him naked, was looking at him with a half-smirk. "What are you doing, showing off?" she asked. "Well, you pulled the cover off," Robert retorted playfully. "You can put it back." She didn't put it back, but instead sat down on the bed next to him. From the way she moved, Robert guessed that she had had a few drinks, but her intoxication was barely enough to be detectable. "Well, that's different from the shy boy I remember," she said. She looked away from his eyes, calmly letting her eyes drift to his cock. "Not bad, actually," she said, getting an eyeful. Robert was flattered in spite of himself. He had never been quite sure how he stacked up. He found the experience of being examined arousing, as long as Amanda's opinion was favorable. He didn't say anything, enjoying the attention. She sighed, "I was hoping to get one of these tonight." "Not much luck at the clubs?" Robert asked. "Nope," she said, finally looking back at his eyes. "I guess you get laid plenty of times at college?" Robert asked. She had had a boyfriend when she had graduated, but Robert knew that they had broken up halfway through last year. "Oh yeah," she said. "It was slow going at first, but now. . . I'm having a great time. How about you? You getting laid?" "Once in a while," Robert said nonchalantly. Amanda reached out, and ran her fingers along the underside of his penis, and Robert stiffened involuntarily. Amanda didn't notice. "Well, I bet the girls love it," she said. "I haven't had any complaints," Robert said. "Mmm," she responded, intent on his penis. She lightly grasped his shaft between her fingers and thumb, and rubbed its head. "Does that feel good?" Robert considered, then decided against, a sarcastic reply. "Yeah," he said instead. He looked at her. She was leaning forward slightly, still looking at his body, and he could see even more of her shapely breasts now. She moved her fingers up and down the length of his penis, still touching him lightly. Then she leaned forward and took the head of his penis into her mouth. She worked the head slowly with her tongue, then pulled back to lick the underside up and down. Stopping suddenly, she sat halfway up and looked at him, "You don't mind if I do this, do you?" she asked with mock gravity. Before he could realize she was joking, Robert shook his head furiously. With a satisfied smile, Amanda bent back down to her ministrations. Robert thought about Jackie for an instant. Was he cheating on her? As soon as the thought had surfaced, though, it was gone as Amanda flicked her tongue across the very tip of his penis. When she ran her mouth up and down the top half of him, he moaned with pleasure and felt himself relax against the bed. Jackie had given him two blow jobs so far, and, though he has enjoyed them, she was still learning, unlike Amanda, who definitely knew what she was doing. She rubbed his scrotum as she worked, changing her technique every few seconds. Robert felt the desire building in him, and he lifted his hips, starting to thrust against her. "Ah, ah, ah," she chided, immediately pulling back, to his disappointment. "I don't want you coming yet." On her knees on the bed, she turned her back to him, then looked at him over her shoulder, smiling seductively. "Unzip my dress, please, you lucky boy," she commanded, sweetly. Trying not to appear too eager, he pushed himself to his knees and unzipped her easily. The black dress fell around her knees, revealing her smooth, toned back. She was wearing no bra, and her black panties accentuated the round shape of her buttocks. Feigning modesty, she held her arms in front of her as she turned around, still seducing him with her come-hither look, then, still doing her best to cover up, reached down and removed her panties, lifting one foot, then the other. Suddenly, she pushed him down by the shoulders. Her heavy breasts swung free, bouncing as she climbed on top of him, working her way forward until she was straddling her chest. Looking up at her, he finally admired her breasts from below. They were slightly larger than Jackie's. The nipples were darker and wider. "Now, you're going to return the favor," she told him. "Alright?" He nodded dumbly. "Good boy," she laughed, then walked forward on her knees, and practically jammed her fragrant pussy into his mouth. Robert noticed with some pleasure that she was completely shaved. Willingly, he applied what he had learned, alternately licking her clitoris and driving his tongue into her opening. She grabbed the headboard and closed her eyes. With his right hand, Robert reached up to Amanda's breast, and began to massage it, feeling its soft, perfect shape. She moaned in pleasure. He continued to work, sucking her clit, as he pinched her nipple and rolled it slightly between his thumb and forefinger. Her breath came in gasps, and she rocked against him, apparently heedless of the pressure she was putting on his head. Not minding, Robert continued to pleasure her. Finally, after long minutes, she cried out, and Robert felt the gush of her come. Absently, he wondered if others had heard her as he hungrily lapped up her juices. She stopped moving, her breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath. Robert looked up at her, and she was smiling, savoring the pleasure of the last few seconds. She climbed off of him by lifting one knee, and knelt next to his reclining form on the bed. "How was that?" he asked. "As good as those college boys?" "It was alright," she said, but she couldn't help her satisfied smile. Her breasts caught his eye again, and he reached for them. She playfully batted his hand away. "Hold up there, big guy," she said. She straddled him, again, this time centering her pussy over his penis, and lowered herself until the tip was just touching her. She then grasped her breasts with her hands and rubbed them, closing her eyes with exaggerated pleasure. Robert sat up deliberately. Realizing what he was doing, Amanda allowed him to move her hands away. He took one breast in each hand, and gave each nipple a long, open-mouthed kiss. He continued to move back and forth, sucking each breast one after the other. Amanda kept her eyes closed and moaned. She put her hands behind Robert's head as she let him suckle, and focused on the sensation. Then, she eased herself downward. His penis slid inside her soaked pussy easily. He continued to penetrate her until his entire length was inside her, and her weight rested on his hips. He continued to suck one nipple, as she slowly began to rock, rubbing herself on him, and moving his penis around inside of her. With his hand Robert caressed her other breast roughly, squeezing the nipple and letting it rub against his fingers. Robert released her breasts and looked up at her face. Her grinding was already building in ferocity. The bed began to creak loudly. Amanda, not caring, half-moaned, already short of breath as she pushed against him. Her mouth was half-open in an expression of pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked into his, then, with a cry, came again. She continued thrusting for several seconds, before collapsing on top of him, her luxurious hair cascading around their faces. Robert lay back. Her breasts pressed down on his chest as she rested. Reaching up he pulled her head down to him, and they kissed passionately, their tongues flicking against each other. Having recovered her breath once again, Amanda pushed herself backward until she was laying on her back in front of Robert. Her knees were up, with her legs spread enough to show her bare, wet pussy. Her breasts still stood up pleasantly. "Come on, tough guy," she said. "Let's see what you've got," As leisurely as he could manage, Robert rose to his knees, then lowered himself on all fours over her. "First time I've felt in control all night," he said. "Don't let it go to your head," she said. "You're lucky you made me come twice. Since you didn't come with me on top, this is only fair. Now, make it good." Robert laid himself gently on top of her to free his hands, and took her breasts in them, relishing their feel. He quickly sucked each nipple before lifting himself back onto his knees and one hand. With his free hand he took his penis and guided it to her pussy. Amanda moaned as he slid himself inside her and started to thrust. He started slowly and lightly, then started to build as she looked up at him, her half-closed eyes showing her increasing ecstasy. For the first time that night, she gave a small cry with each thrust, her face twisting as if the sensation were too much to take. The bed started to creak again, but Robert did not slow his pace. Amanda grabbed his ass as he pushed himself into her again and again. Gradually, his fucking grew harder and faster, until his hips were smacking against Amanda's. Her cries grew louder, until it almost sounded as if she were in pain. He looked at her breasts, which jiggled enjoyably each time their hips met. Reaching with a free hand, he played with one of them as he fucked her. Her cries grew to small screams, seemingly audible to anyone in the house. Finally, Robert could control himself no longer. Desperately he pulled out, and rubbed his penis on her flat stomach. With a small cry of his own, he allowed his come to burst onto her. He continued to rub his penis on her as two more spurts erupted onto her belly. "Mmm," she said finally, lifting herself up on her elbows underneath him. Grasping his penis somewhat painfully, she milked the rest of the come from him, and let it drop with the rest on her stomach. "I know you liked that, bug guy." He rolled off of her and laid down beside her. "I did," he said. "So did you." "Mm hm," she agreed. "Remember that when you're fucking high school girls." "Do you think they heard us?" he asked her. "Who cares?" she asked. "They'll just think I brought a guy home from the clubs." "But what happens when they see me come out of your room?" Robert asked. "That's why you're sleeping on the couch," she said sternly. With her seductive smile in place again, she pointed to his clothes. Gingerly, he got dressed and left the room. "No, try it again," Ms. McCall said, her exotic face showing frustration despite herself. Vance, face red with embarrassment, put the bow to his violin as the rest of the orchestra looked on with varying degrees of pity and amusement. It was their scrutiny that was making it difficult for him, he knew, and he desperately tried to put them from his mind as he tried to play the passage again. He played, but after the first few notes he fumbled his bow, and his violin screeched. He looked at Ms. McCall, afraid of what she would do. She sighed. This broke Vance's heart. Like many of the women in his life, Ms. McCall was a secret crush of his, and he couldn't bear to disappoint her. She was in her late thirties, with perfectly styled shoulder-length black hair, a small, dainty mouth, and almond-shaped brown eyes. Her wardrobe each day pushed the boundaries of professionalism for teachers. Today she wore black pants, with a tight, low cut black blouse which left little to imagination. It was quite a debate among the male students whether her bust was real, or the result of a masterfully performed surgery. With forced patience, she said, "Come on, Vance. Just play it; Don't worry about anything else." Taking a deep breath, he started again, then after four notes, he missed the fingerings, and a dissonant chord came out, causing another barely audible sound of frustration from the rest of the class. The bell sounded, granting Vance a reprieve. Thankfully, the class packed up their instruments and headed for their lockers. Dejectedly, Vance began to do the same. He stopped when Ms. McCall spoke from her seat behind the podium. "What's wrong, Vance?" He shrugged, not sure how to explain himself. He could play when everyone else was, but when he had to do it himself, with the rest of the orchestra listening, he psyched himself out. "Do you think you could play better without anyone else around?" Ms. McCall persisted. "Yeah," Vance said, hating the timid sound of his voice. "I guess everyone else makes me nervous." "Okay," she said, soothingly. "Tell you what. I have to leave right after school. Do you think you could come by my house this evening, and play your part? We can work on it then. Maybe after you play for me, you won't have as much trouble playing in class." "Okay," he said, nodding. Ms. McCall smiled, got up, and went to her office. Vance watched her go before continuing to pack up his instrument. He had never heard of private lessons at his instructor's house. He was a little excited to be alone with her, even though he knew all they would be doing was playing music. Maybe he could finally play if they weren't in class, he thought, putting his violin case in his locker, and leaving the orchestra room. He headed through the crowd of students to his next class, which was History. Rounding a corner, his heart leaped almost before he realized who he had seen. Krissy's gorgeous red locks shone like a beacon in the press of students, highlighting her smiling face. Vance was walking faster than her, and she was going the same direction, meaning he would soon overtake her. She was rarely without her friends, but now was walking alone. Vance swallowed. He had resolved to himself that the next time he had an opportunity, he would talk to Krissy. Telling himself not to overthink the conversation, he walked faster until he was within earshot of the beautiful redhead. "Hi, Krissy," he said, struggling to sound natural and confident. She looked at him in momentary confusion. "Oh, hi, Vance." She said, her face lighting up. Vance smiled in spite of himself. He was surprised that Krissy recognized him, and that she would seem so happy to see him. Of course, Krissy was friendly with everybody, Vance knew, but for the moment, he chose to interpret her smile as genuine. He realized suddenly that Krissy was looking at him, expecting him to say more. "Uh, what class do you have next?" he fumbled. Inwardly, he tried not to lose confidence when he recognized that he should have thought out the conversation a little more. "Biology," she said, her smile fading slightly. "We're getting ready to dissect the pigs," she added with an expression of disgust. Thankfully, Vance grasped at the opportunity for conversation. "Not looking forward to that?" he asked. "My class has already done it," he said. "It's not that bad." "Well, I wish you could help me. I don't know how I'm going to do it." Vance nearly laughed with giddy pleasure. She wanted his help? Even if it was just idle conversation, he found the image of helping her with her lab like paradise. "Well, see ya," Krissy said, jolting him back to reality. He had not realized that they had reached a hallway intersection, where Krissy was destined to head left for her Biology classroom, and Vance, to his next class. "Bye," Vance said with a final smile, waving in a childish manner. He sighed. The conversation had been over too quickly. Automatically, he turned toward his History room and smiled to himself. Oh well, he thought. He had talked to her! She had smiled at him! He set a goal for himself. By the end of the year, he thought, he would ask her out. The hot water flowed down around her, and she sighed, tossing her head back to wet her hair. Jackie loved the feeling of a steaming hot shower; one that she enjoyed every day after track practice. Though it was an open shower, the presence of the other girls on the team didn't bother her at all. She knew that some of them could be self-conscious, but that was not a problem she shared. She rubbed the soap between her hands, then rubbed the lather onto her chest, letting her fingers lazily flick against her nipples. Not too obvious, she told herself. She didn't want the other girls to think she was enjoying the shower too much. She looked at her teammates. While some of them kept to themselves, and finished their showers quickly, other seemed to enjoy the opportunity to gossip. "Oh, magosh," Tanya was saying to two of her friends, "I swear, Mr. Jayo could not keep his eyes off of me today." She puffed out her chest indignantly. Modesty was not her problem either, Jackie decided. Mr. Jayo was the men's track couch, and Jackie's secret crush among the school faculty. She felt a tinge of guilt as she admitted that to herself and thought of Robert. Oh well, she thought. She couldn't help it, and Robert would never know. She suspected Tanya felt the same way, and the drama queen was not afraid to show it, at least in the locker room.