1 comments/ 77510 views/ 4 favorites Summer at School Ch. 01 By: jdocubs Dean Allen had graduated the year before, had one season of college baseball under his belt, and was back at his old high school helping coach Miller with the baseball program. The volunteer position kept him in shape and his mind off his four-year girlfriend Amy who was studying in Europe that summer. Besides, coach Miller had been instrumental in landing Dean the scholarship in college. The Tigers practiced in the early afternoon, which was fine with Dean. His mornings (because of the time difference) were filled with lonely hours waiting for Amy to call from England, mostly, but it could be Spain or France if she was on a break or something. "It's really easy to get around the Continent," Amy had told him in a call about three weeks earlier. She said "the Continent" as if she'd lived there her whole life. Sometimes, most of the time, Dean felt she'd been there his whole life. Dean and Amy started dating their sophomore year and never stopped. Each was a bright, popular student, runners-up for king and queen of the prom, and everyone knew they would marry when college was over even though they attended different schools. Dean would be a professional ballplayer; Amy would be his agent. They'd talked about it a hundred times in the last four years. And Dean would wait until Amy was ready. He knew his friends were all getting pussy, they told him all the time. They assumed Dean as getting his, too; he'd told them as much. But the reality was that Dean and Amy had barely explored each other at all. A breast here and there, but that was about it. She would rub the front of his jeans on occasion and the experience would leave him terribly frustrated. Amy said their futures were too important, and wouldn't their wedding night be electric! "Explosive, is more like it," was his stock reply, and she would laugh. But Dean waited just the same. The rain was just starting to fall when he arrived at the school. Coach Miller was putting on his Tiger jacket and collecting scorebooks and charts when Dean met him in the athletic office. "Weather's just going to get worse. Canceled practice for today—just got off the phone with the last kid. We need a day off anyway, the way we've been playing." Coach Miller seemed hurried and Dean said as much. "Gonna' surprise Mrs. Miller," the coach said and grinned. Then he was serious again. "Dean, you could really help me." "Sure." "Get with Beth up in the office and make sure all the arrangements are made for the road game tomorrow: the bus, the game times, umpires...Make sure she checks with the Coolidge folks and that we are going to have umpires tomorrow. Remember when we went up there last year and the umps didn't show. Wasted Goddamn trip." Dean remembered, all right. He was a senior and having a great summer at the plate. He woke up every day and knew he was going to get two or three hits. College recruiters were at most games. Even one missed game was viewed as a missed opportunity. Dean said he would take care of everything and the coach left the office, pulling up his collar against the downpour outside. Beth Miller was at the first desk inside the main office. She smiled when Dean entered, then returned to whatever she was doing on the computer in front of her. Beth had just graduated herself, but Dean didn't know what her plans were for the fall. She was pretty enough, Dean decided, with strawberry blonde hair, cute lips, small breasts, and great ass. He'd noticed her any number of times, and of course knew her fairly well as a friend, but she was a year behind him in school and they ran in different circles. Besides, she was the coach's daughter. "Your dad," he started, and then stopped. Beth cringed a little. He started again. "Coach Miller wants to make sure everything is set for tomorrow." Beth smiled at him again. "Thanks for that," she said. "I've already checked with Coolidge. They are ready for us tomorrow. My dad, uh, coach Miller asked me to do it first thing this morning." They laughed. Dean knew Beth loved her father, but she didn't want to be known as coach Miller's daughter. She wanted to be Beth Miller. "What's it like having your father here at school with you all day?" Dean asked. He sat of the corner of Beth's desk. "It keeps me on the straight and narrow, I'll tell you that. Scares some of the guys, I think. You probably don't know this, but I didn't date much in high school. Next year is going to be great." "Oh, why is that?" Dean asked, wondering if this conversation was going somewhere. He thought of Amy for a second, the focused on the pretty girl he was talking to. He could feel his smile stretched across his face. "Freedom, man. Freedom." She threw her arms apart to express how much freedom she'd have without her father near her. Dean assumed that meant college, but didn't ask. When her arms were outstretched Amy's buttoned blue blouse puckered a little. Dean saw a glimpse of a white bra. They laughed. "Well, you're free now," Dean teased. "You've graduated from high school and your dad has left the building." "That's not the freedom I am looking for, but it's the freest I've been today," Beth said, and slumped back into the black leather chair. "If coach Miller is gone that means we are the only people in the building." There was something in her voice that made Dean stir a little. He shifted on the edge of the desk. They were silent for several long moments. Dean thought about leaving but looked out at the torrential rain outside. He thought there might be some things he could take care of in the athletic office, but he didn't move. Finally, Beth spoke. "Did you ever have that dream where you come to school naked and you don't realize it until you are walking down the hall and everyone laughs at you?" "Did I ever have that dream? I still have that dream," Dean said. They laughed. "Oh God," Beth said, trying to sound serious. "I don't want to get to be your age and still have that nightmare." "Yes, that would be awful," Dean said, also trying to keep a straight face. "But what are you going to do?" Beth stood up as if to accept a challenge. "I'll show you what I'm going to do." She walked out of the office and into the hallway. She looked outside at the sheets of rain and darkened skies. She kicked off her sandals and stacked them neatly by the door and walked out of sight down the hall. Dean followed. Beth was walking slowly, away from him, her hands in front of her. He watched as Beth first unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it in the hallway. She walked a few more steps and stopped. She unbuttoned the front of her Levi's and wiggled until they, too, were in a heap in the middle of the hallway. Another few steps and she unsnapped her bra in one motion. She caught it in front, and then let it fall. She turned the corner and was out of sight again. Dean walked after her, scooping up clothing along the way. He hesitated when he got to the bra, but picked it up. He was rock hard. His cock was pressed against his jeans and there was no hiding the bulge. He felt embarrassed by his hard-on but kept following Beth. He took a deep breath, held her clothes in front of his groin, and turned the corner. She was about thirty feet down the corridor; her navy panties were at his feet. Dean stopped and watched her walk. This is unreal, he thought. He'd never seen a naked girl before, not a real one, and here he is watching that great ass glide down the hallway. No concern about someone seeing her. And she was gliding. It was most exciting thing he'd ever seen. His penis was throbbing. Dean pressed his hands and Beth's clothes against his crotch. It worked for a minute, but then he started to walk again and throb again. Beth turned another corner and disappeared. When Dean got to the corner he paused, took a deep breath, as was becoming his habit, and made the turn. Beth was nowhere to be seen. Dean imagined she had run ahead, finally embarrassed, and was going full circle, hoping to pick up her clothes the next time around. He wished he hadn't been picking up her clothes as he followed. She had to know he was following, but probably didn't realize he'd been picking up her clothes along the way. He panicked a little but kept walking past one classroom after another. "Now that is what I call 'Freedom'," she said from inside one of the rooms he'd just passed. Dean backed up a couple of steps and peered inside. She was sitting the first row of seats. Her legs were crossed, but her breasts pointed right at him. She didn't appear embarrassed in the least. "That was incredible!" he said before he even knew his mouth was open. He stood there, looking at her, trying to keep eye contact. "Oh, Dean. It was so exciting. I knew you were following me and that made it even more exciting. I've never even dreamed of doing something like that, and all of a sudden it just seemed like the perfect idea. I had to find out if I was brave enough to do it." She was almost breathless. Dean watched her breasts heave in short spasms. Her brown nipples were hard and straight. He stood there not realizing that Beth's arms were extended, asking for her clothes. When she was dressed again they talked. "I can't get over what you did out there," Dean said. "You were, I mean are...you are beautiful, Beth." "Did you like watching me?" "You have to know I did. I mean, you kept walking and stripping." "I've had the biggest crush on you since you starting playing baseball with my dad. So what's that, four or five years?" Beth averted her eyes from his. "So that was all for me?" Dean asked. "Not all of it. I wanted to know if I could do it, but having you watch me made it easier. I still can't believe I did it. I can't believe you didn't run away." Her hand reached across the student-desk and settled on top of his. Dean was lost for words, but finally said: "You are the first girl I've ever seen naked." He was somehow embarrassed to make that admission. "And you were sitting here so calm when I walked in. I couldn't believe it." Beth looked down. "I've never seen a guy naked," she said softly. Then, quickly, brightly, she looked straight at Dean and said, "I guess that means it's your turn to walk the halls." They laughed and it eased a little of the tension. "There is absolutely no way I am brave enough to do something like that. No way." Beth mocked a sad face. "So now you've seen a nude girl, but I still haven't seen a nude guy. What's fair about that?" Dean shrugged. "What if you didn't have to walk? What if you just showed me right here?" Beth held her breath, not knowing how Dean was going to take her suggestion. She knew about Amy of course, but his admission that he'd never seen a girl naked told her she might be wrong about their relationship. Maybe everyone in the school had been wrong. Or maybe Dean just said that he never seen a girl naked. "I can't, Beth. I'd be too embarrassed. I'd feel, you know..." Dean said. "For me," was all Beth could manage. "I...you know...I have a..." Dean paused, then started again. "I got pretty excited following you through the halls. I'm still pretty excited, I guess, just talking to you about all this. I have a boner, an erection, and I would like to just sit here until it goes away." "I've never seen one of those either," Beth laughed. "But I'd like to see yours." Beth stared into Dean's eyes. He knew there was no way he was going to say no, but he tried to imagine how awkward it was going to be getting out of the too small desk, standing up, unzipping his jeans, and just leaving it out there for her to look at. "Come with me," he said at last. They walked to the front of the building again and through the receptionist office where they'd first spoken. Dean and Beth held hands. As Dean turned the doorknob to the nurse's office the school bell rang, shattering the silence and startling them both. The small room was filled with one examining table, one plastic chair, one free standing coat rack and two white counters anchored to the walls. Above the counters glass cabinets stored gauze and tongue depressors. "Sit over there," Dean said quietly. Beth sat in the chair and watched Dean unbutton his jeans. She watched him unzip his fly and push his jeans until they rested around his ankles. He watched her watch him. She was staring at his underwear and his obvious hard-on. Here goes, he thought to himself. Dean hooked his thumbs inside the waistband and pushed his blue briefs to the floor. His cock sprang out and stood straight in front of him. The foreskin could not reach the head. Dean could not remember ever being this hard. "It's wonderful," Beth said, almost in a whisper. "My God, it's beautiful. Do you feel good when it's hard like that?" "I guess. I mean 'good' might not be the right word. It's hard to explain." "Do you touch it?" "If you mean 'do I masturbate?', yes. Sometimes I masturbate." "Do you think of Amy when you masturbate?" Beth asked, then immediately wished she hadn't. "Sometimes. I have a feeling I'm going to be thinking of you next time." Dean knew Beth hadn't meant anything by mentioning Amy. He wanted to let her off the hook. "Will you do it here? Now?" Beth asked. Then, after a moment: "And think of me?" Dean moved his right hand to the head of his penis. He circled it with his hand and began to stroke the length of the shaft. He looked at Beth. Her eyes were fixed on his unit. He imagined her stroking his rod, making his balls tighten with anticipation, making his hip buck back and forth. Then he imagined Beth's mouth on his cock. Dean opened his mouth to warn Beth he was about to come, but no words came out. He stroked faster as he spurted semen onto the examining table a couple feet away. He reached beneath the head of his still hard cock and caught what hadn't made it to the table. He looked around the room for something to clean up with and spied a box of tissues on the counter. "Do you always come that much?" Beth asked. She had a ton of questions, questions like are all penises that big, what does come taste like, how long can you stay hard, when will you get hard again...Questions like that. "That did seem like a lot. I think I usually come less than that. Must be my audience. I've never had an audience before." Beth stood up. "What were you thinking when you came and shot all over this table?" Dean thought for a moment. How could he tell her he exploded by imagining her sucking his dick. But he had just jerked off in front of another virgin and figured they had few secrets left. "I was thinking how nice it would be if I was in your mouth." Beth didn't say anything. She jumped up on the table, unbuttoned her blouse and bra, and tossed them to the side. She wiggled out of her Levi's and panties and spread her legs. Dean was still hard. He stared at the soft red hair just above Beth's pussy. It looked better than any picture he'd ever seen. Beth rubbed her breasts for a second then slowly moved her right hand over her pubic hair and let a finger rub her clit. "I masturbate, too," she said. Dean moved the plastic chair so he was sitting between Beth's dangling legs. She worked her fingers inside her cunt and got noticeably wetter. Dean saw and heard how wet she was. Instinctively, he moved his head between her legs. Beth's hands moved from her pussy to the back of his head. She gently pulled him toward her and he let his tongue dart in and out of her sweet, sweet box. Her clitoris swelled with excitement. It was stiff. Dean sucked at it. Beth bucked toward him and tightened her legs around his head. She pushed his face deeper into her muff and splashed over his mouth and nose. She released again and again. Beth shook, and let him go. "I never knew I could feel like that. My God, Dean. That was incredible. How did you know what to do? That was great." "ACTING" he said in Jon Lovitz Saturday Night Live kind of way. Dean and Beth laughed. Neither could remember when it felt so good to laugh. To Be Continued... Summer at School Ch. 01 Pt. 02 Author's note: Thanks to everyone who read the beginning of this piece—and if you haven't, please do. I'm still discovering that Dean and Beth are innocents who are learning together. Their shyness and excitement is mine, and I am learning right along with them. * * * * * Dean Allen woke up with a very erect penis. He thought back to yesterday and the plans he'd made with Beth tonight. He could see her cunt right in front of his face, the way it had been yesterday: her soft, pick labia, slightly swollen, glistening as she moved first one, then two fingers in and out in a rhythm that captured his attention and held him prisoner. Instantly, instinctively, he lowered his face and tasted the warm juices just beginning to wash over him. His lips parted her pussy lips and his tongue flicked tenderly in and out until he found her clit. He closed his eyes and sucked gently on her pleasure center, imagining her sucking on his cock. He'd reached down and stroked himself for a minute, then stopped. He wanted the focus on Beth--the way she'd focused on him. He released her button and lapped hungrily at her pussy, long tongue strokes taking his mouth from her anus to the top of her manicured strawberry blonde pubic hair. He tasted her getting wetter and wetter, and had to swallow her juices a number of times just to keep the situation manageable. Dean barely realized Beth hand her hands behind his head, guiding him maybe, teaching him what to do and when to do it. When she quaked and gushed onto his face and into his accepting open mouth he lapped harder and swallowed often. And these three things he remembered most clearly: looking up from her pussy to see the underside of her beautiful breasts, small round, standing straight out pushing her stiff nipples out even further; how wet the paper on the examining table had become just beneath her ass and his chin; and how the room and his world roared in silence when she squeezed her legs around his head, covering his ears, and burying his face and mouth into her pussy. Now he threw back the covers on his bed, spread his legs and stroked his cock. He wanted to feel the way he felt yesterday when Beth was watching him. He'd been shy at first, but felt powerful when he shot his load onto the table, white globs staining the white sanitary paper already rolled out for the next patient. He ran his hand rapidly up and down the length of his penis thinking of Beth coming over tonight and wondering where their adventures might take them. The feeling was building up in his balls. His sac tightened and in a second he watched his come spurt in the air. He pulled the head of his penis toward his face and crazily tried to shoot into his own mouth. He fell well short; his semen landed on his stomach and chest. He'd never tried that before and wondered why he'd done it now. It was ten o'clock. His parents would already be on their way to his cousin's wedding a couple of hours away. Dean begged off, using the Tiger doubleheader today as his excuse. His mother had been disappointed and concerned. "We'll be gone overnight, you know," she'd said. "I've stayed alone before, Mom. Besides, you let me go to college and I'm on my own then, right?" His father sided with Dean. At that time he'd had no plans; yesterday he'd arranged for Beth to come over. Dean would call her when the team got back, probably around eight or so and she'd come over. They would have the whole house to themselves and could do whatever they wanted, all night if they wanted to. Or, and Dean added this intentionally, they could just get a pizza and watch movies. It was completely up to her. It always would be. The Tigers played at one and four. Dean had a hard time keeping his head in the game. As the assistant he coached at first base. He looked across the field at coach Miller and wondered what his reaction would be if he ever found out what was going on with his daughter. If you can get fired from a volunteer position, Dean guessed he would be fired. Probably nothing more, Beth was eighteen and he was nineteen. Beth was parked at the curb by his house when he arrived home shortly after eight. Dean was afraid it might be awkward at first, after all the chances they'd taken yesterday, all the things they'd done and talked about. He pulled his car into the garage, took a deep breath, and got out. Beth was walking up the driveway. She wore a black skirt and white blouse. "I took the liberty of ordering the pizza already. It should be here in about twenty minutes," she said. She was smiling. Dean took that as a good sign. "Great. That'll give me time to get cleaned up." He was stopped, waiting for the garage door to close. Beth put her arm around him and kissed him on the cheek. *** Most of the pizza was still in the box, uneaten. Dean and Beth were in the living room on the couch. Some version of "Law and Order" was on the TV, but neither was really watching it. "We took some real risks yesterday," Dean said just to get the conversation going. There hadn't been a lot of talking to that point. Beth sat beside him with her legs folded neatly beneath her. Dean sat upright, feet on the carpet, and was looking at the TV when he'd spoken. "Are you sorry?" she asked. Dean knew she was looking at him now. He turned toward her. "No, I don't mean it like that. I'm just saying..." He didn't know what he was saying. "Yeah, I guess we did. You made me feel very brave yesterday. You made me feel like I could do anything." "I can't believe how comfortable I feel when I'm with you," Dean said. He was in unchartered territory. He'd never had the opportunity to have this talk with Amy. "And," Beth continued, "I still feel pretty brave today." "Oh yeah?" "For instance, I would not be opposed to seeing your penis again, and touching it. I've wondered for a long time what a penis feels like. And I would like to try that thing you said yesterday." "What thing?" "You said you were thinking about being in my mouth when you came. I'd like to try that." "Beth, I want you to know..." Dean started. Beth put a finger to his lips. "Wherever this takes us we are going together. That's what I want you to know. Dean leaned back on the couch. Beth watched as he unbuttoned his shorts and slid them off. The leather couch beneath him felt a little cold. Beth was fully facing him, kneeling and hunched over. She reached with her right hand and held his cock. He was fully erect, a little pre-come dotted the tip and rolled down the side of the head when she started to slowly jerk him off. "You were doing it like this yesterday. Remember? I was watching wishing it was me." Dean tilted his head toward the ceiling. He was...was...what? Scared? Beth was going so slow, gripping his unit just right, not the way he did it, but just right nonetheless. She looked at his face for approval and Dean closed his eyes hoping this would never end. He felt her breath at the head of his cock, then he was in her mouth. Beth parted her lips and tentatively put about half an inch inside. Dean felt his cock against her tongue, but the tongue relented and slipped underneath him, allowing her to take more. She sucked a little and seemed very unsure. "That feels incredible, Beth. Just keep doing that. My God, you are sucking my cock and I feel great. That's it...oh yeah, just like that." Beth kept her hand on the base of Dean's shaft to control how much dick was sliding in and out of her lips. He moved his hips forward and back. Each time his shaft left her mouth wetter and wetter. Beth took her mouth off his cock and got off the couch, sliding down on her knees so she was between his legs. "I want you to watch me sucking you," she said. "I going to put you in as far as I can." Beth's face fell on his cock and he was further inside her mouth than before. Saliva moistened his rod and Dean thought of a piston pumping in an engine. Her head bobbed to take his thick meat. She let almost all of him out, then tightened her lips and swallowed most of him, only to let up and start all over again. Dean watched this pretty girl struggling to please him. He resisted the urge to put is hands on her head and take control. "Stroke me while I'm in your mouth," he said. Her hand pumped and her head met each stroke. Dean thought is cock was getting thicker each time she let some of it out of her waiting lips. He was hard, wet, and about to explode. He stopped her. "What's wrong?" Beth asked, kneeling back on her heels. "I'm going to come soon. And I mean soon." "I know. Is that why you want me to stop?" "I don't want you to stop. I'm just warning you. You can finish me with your hand if you want." "And if I don't?" Beth put his prick back in her mouth, sucked the length of his shaft twice, released most of him, and sucked only on his head. Dean grabbed the base of his cock and pumped into her mouth. "Oh, my God." The words were his, but it sounded like someone else's voice. "I'm coming." Beth could feel first, and then taste, Dean's seed as he sprayed into her mouth. She pulled away, swallowed, then dove back for more. Semen spilled from her lips and coated his cock. She gently took in his whole length again and again. Dean spurted each time her lips touched his pubic hair. Finally he stopped coming. "I think you always come as much as you did yesterday. I don't know, but I think that was a lot. God, I couldn't keep up. I guess I need practice." Dean leaned forward and kissed her. Beth started to pull away, unsure how he would take to tasting his own semen. Dean insisted, and kissed her. Beth opened her mouth and let his tongue inside without saying a word. Dean kissed her hard. "I can't believe how much you make me come, either, especially since I masturbated this morning thinking of you." "You did? What were you thinking about me?" "How great you tasted yesterday. It was almost like you were there with me this morning." "I'm here with you now." Beth got off her knees and sat beside him on the couch. Dean, in turn, dropped to his knees on the floor and climbed between her legs, one of her knees touching each of his slumped shoulders. Beth hiked her skirt up to her waist. Dean was pleased to see she wasn't wearing panties. "Unbutton your blouse," he whispered. Dean pushed himself up toward her small breasts. His cock rested on her public hair. He knew how close he was to being inside her, but wanted to wait. He closed his eyes and gently teased her left nipple with his tongue, flicking at it like a cat sipping water from a bowl. He was slow, rounding her breasts paying special attention to her nipple and the underside of her firm breasts. "Suck on my tits, Dean. Suck on my tits." The word was out there now. Tits. She called them her "tits" and now he would, too. He nursed her left tit, then moved to the right, sucking it as well. Beth pressed to him and formed her hand to push the breast into his mouth. They were small and soft, round, pert. Her nipples and areolas were light brown and contrasted beautifully with the white of her skin. Dean sucked firmly. His hands moved over her thighs and hips. His cock throbbed on her belly. Beth spread her knees farther apart so he could be closer and suck harder. Her back was arched, her head thrown back. Dean moved to her belly and kissed it over and over. His right hand stroked his cock and he felt the urge to spill. Going still lower he lapped her labia, still jerking himself off. His attention was split between her juicy muff and his hand, but finally his hand won out. He sat back on his heels and rubbed himself faster than he ever had before. In a minute he was shooting wildly onto Beth's stomach and she was slowly rubbing it in like lotion. When he finished he was focused on the pussy in front of him. He kissed her thighs and she spread even wider. He teased her muff by brushing over it with his nose and tongue on the way to the inner thigh of her left leg. Kissing back and forth, teasing in the middle. After a few minutes Beth shifted and his lips met her labia. The moist juice from her teased cunt ran off the edge of the couch onto his softening prick, and this made him more determined. Again she guided his head with her hands and showed him where to go and how hard. The sounds of lapping disappeared and everything was in his head; Beth shivered and squeezed her legs together, silencing everything. She shook and came again and again and again before letting him up to breathe. Dean's face was soaked. The couch was probably ruined. Beth was wet from her tits to pussy. They were breathing heavily, trying to slow down. Dean's cock was at half-mast, sore but willing. "How about a glass of wine?" Dean asked. He really didn't like the taste of wine but thought Beth might. She said she would. They sat at a small round table in the kitchen lighted by just one candle. Dean was a little self-conscious about still being naked. His staff was flaccid and laid silently between his legs. Beth did not appear to mind the situation at all. She looked comfortable and beautiful. Dean sipped his wine and glanced frequently at her breasts. He'd never imagined such small breasts could be so perfect. Perfect. Big tits had never really gotten him off, but he'd never considered he might be a tiny titty man. Now he knew the truth. Beth saw him looking at her. "Pretty small aren't they," she said, and sipped at her wine. "I don't think so." "Most girls are bigger up there than I am, but I guess you realized that yesterday. God, I'm still talking about yesterday and we just made love again. Or sort of made love, I guess. But yesterday..." "In my book we made love. I don't know if you have to fu—" He stopped. "I'm not sure we have to have intercourse to 'make love', but I think we've made love twice: tonight and yesterday afternoon." Beth offered her glass in a toast. He met it with his glass. The candle flickered a little and went dark. Neither moved; only the glow of the television in the next room gave off light. She looked away, in the direction of the TV. "I'd like to spend night if you want me to," she said. Dean laughed. "I want you to." He stood up to get more wine. Beth saw how soft he was. "You have a beautiful penis." "Even when it's soft?" "Especially when it's soft. I bet I could get you all in my mouth when it's like that." Dean poured each of them another glass. "I'd like to watch you do that." *** Beth was in the shower when the phone rang. Dean hesitated to answer it at first because he'd promised to join her there. He looked at the caller ID and picked up the receiver. "You don't fully understand what you are supposed to do when you are home from college for the summer." It was his father. Dean laughed. "What do you mean?" "It's 10:30 on Saturday night. You're supposed to be out. I told your mother there was no chance you'd be home, but she made me call you anyway. So why are you home?" "Had a couple games today, remember? I guess the sun and everything..." his voice trailed off. "How'd you do?" There was noise in the background. Dean could hear music, but couldn't make out the song or even the musical genre. "Split. Won 13-4, lost 3-2." He thought of Beth in the shower. "Dad, I can barely hear you," he lied. "Okay. We'll see you about noon tomorrow," his father said. "Only for a few hours," Dean shouted, as if the music in the background demanded he speak more loudly. "Why only for a few hours?" his father shouted back. "College men go out on Sunday nights these days, Dad." His father was laughing when he hung up the phone. When Dean opened the bathroom door the steam poured out like smoke from a van in a Cheech and Chong movie. Dramatically he waved his arms in front of him to cut through the steam. Halfway in he could see Beth on the other side of the glass shower door. She was soaping herself, paying particular attention to breasts and pubic areas. Dean watched her spread her legs a little and soap her vagina, inserting two fingers and then rubbing her mound. Her red bush was just a dark patch from his side of the sliding glass door. The doors were fogged and the fog got in the way, but he could see she was facing him. "Room for one more," Beth said. Her voice was much too loud as she tried to talk above the shower water. Dean opened the door and stepped in. The hot spray felt good on his body. His penis lifted a little, but was not yet erect. Beth was turned to him. The soapsuds formed patches on her white skin. For the first time Dean noticed a series of small moles—three in a straight line beneath her left breast, two more, but not as close together, about three inches beneath her right breast, and three in no particular pattern on her stomach above her navel. He reached to her and pulled her close. She asked what took so long, and he said he got a call and had to take it. She didn't ask anything more. Beth and Dean lathered him up. She spent most of her time and attention on his chest. Dean washed his cock and balls, and soaped his ass. Beth's eyes alternately looked into his eyes and at his chest. She shared the bar of Ivory with him, taking it from him without shifting her eyes for his. Dean thought about the number three. This was his third shower of the day: he showered after beating off this morning; he showered while Beth waited for the pizza earlier this evening, and he was showering now. He'd also come three times today: this morning in his hand (and nearly in his mouth); early this evening in Beth's mouth; and ten minutes later onto her belly. Maybe ancient civilizations were right--maybe three is the most perfect number after all. Dean's cock hung innocently between he and Beth. The steam in the shower was building again. He ran his hands the length of her torso, from her shaved underarms to the bottom of her thighs, and back up again. He soaped her breasts gently, kneading them, lightly pinching her nipples, erect, and a dark contrast to soapsuds. When Beth turned around he soaped her back, massaging between her should blades and working his way to the small of her back. He took the soap from her and worked up a great lather in his hands, then with his palms up reached between her legs and lathered the crack of her ass, up and down, up and down. His middle finger snuck between her cheeks but he wasn't looking for a rear entry. Beth pushed her bottom back at him. Dean buckled a little at the knees and pressed his still soft cock under her ass and between her legs. Beth spread her legs to accommodate. She reached down and began to stroke him, pressing her vagina against his rod, but not allowing entry. God, he wanted to be inside her right there, right in the shower he'd been in hundreds of times. His cock hardened and ached—ached from desire and soreness. He was getting hard, all right. Part of Dean wanted to just fuck her in the ass, or pussy, whatever, right there. If she was a virgin and there was going to bleeding or whatever, let it be in here. No mess. The decent part of Dean Allen relaxed his grip on her hips and bent to kiss her between the shoulders. Beth turned and faced him. "We were going to..." "I know." "Why'd you stop?" "I don't know. I'm not very, you know...hard. And I guess I pictured our first time a little differently." "Candles and soft music?" Beth asked, laughing. "No, elephants and a Ringmaster, what do you think?" Beth looked at his penis. It was flaccid again, or mostly flaccid. "I like Norah Jones and strawberry scented candles," she said. He grabbed the showerhead and they rinsed. Dean turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and tossed her a towel. "Who was on the phone?" Beth asked. She seemed to be in no hurry to leave the bathroom. The steam still fogged the mirror and everything in the room had a sort of dew on it. Summer at School Ch. 02 Coach Miller owned a farm eight miles outside of town. A long driveway led up to the five bedroom, two story Colonial. Two small ponds dotted the acreage; otherwise crops hugged the landscape for as far as the eye could see. Coach Miller leased the land to a neighbor who did the actual farming. Dean had only been to the house once before, a couple of years ago but knew from her note where to find Beth. She’d left his house before he woke up. Her note was short: My dad and stepmother are going to Omaha today. Will be gone all day. Let’s have a picnic by the pond way behind the house. See you around noon. Beth She’d straightened up the kitchen, cleaned the wine glasses, put the leftover pizza in the fridge, and locked the front door on the way out. Dean looked at his watch. It was 11:50, and it would take at least ten minutes to walk from the house to the pond, and most of that was uphill. He guessed Beth was already at the pond. Her car was parked in the driveway and he’d parked right behind her, but there was no activity around the house. Beth was dangling her feet off the low pier. She was wearing cut-offs and a light blue halter-top. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was already pink from the sun. Dean kissed her right away in hopes any awkwardness might be avoided. Beth kissed him back. “What time did you leave this morning?” Dean asked. “Around nine, I guess. I thought all guys wanted the girl to be gone in the morning.” Dean thought about their last attempt at making love the night before. Once in bed, hair still wet from the shower, Dean and Beth talked for a few minutes. With one finger Dean was absently Dean tracing some design on Beth’s stomach. Soon he arrived at her shaved muff and began to rub. The next thing he knew it was morning. “I guess I sorta’ passed out on you,” he said. “You were gone.” “I blame it on too much baseball, too much wine, and too much you,” he said, and kissed her on the cheek. Beth lifted her head a little and the kiss ended up on her jaw. She held it and his lips stayed glued there. “Well,” Beth said at last, “there’s no baseball today and I only brought four beers. As for me…” her voice trailed off. “As for me…I’m going for a dip.” Beth peeled off her shorts and halter. Beneath, her bikini hid nothing. The two-piece was a strip of orange floral material for a top and a neon orange bottom that was little more than a thong in the front, but with enough material to cover her cheeks in the back—well, almost cover her cheeks. She stood up and dove into the pond. When she surfaced and climbed back onto the pier she was glowing and beautiful. *** Dean opened a second beer when he finished his sandwich. They were sitting on a large blanket held down on the corners by the picnic basket and two sets of shoes. He could feel the sun on his skin even though they were sitting in the shade of one of many trees surrounding the pond. Beth’s hair was out of the ponytail and drying. “Does anyone else come up here?” Dean asked. “When my mom was alive she and my dad came up here a lot, but now it’s only me I suppose. My stepmother doesn’t like the outdoors much and so my dad has stopped coming, too.” “Your own private lake.” “Well,” Beth laughed. “I wouldn’t call it a lake, but it is private, up here on this hill like it is. When I was a little girl my mom and dad called this place Lake Titicaca, you know, like in South America, that lake that is the highest in the world. I thought they were just saying two bad words. I laughed when I found out there really was such a place. When you are up here you can see someone coming long before they can see you. It’s pretty nice.” Dean reached across the blanket and rubbed Beth’s knee. She was lying on the blanket with her knees up, legs spread a little. “Nope,” she went on, “no one else comes up here and if they did we’d hear them long before they could see us.” Dean smiled to himself, but didn’t move. He sipped at his beer and rubbed her knee, pretending not to be paying attention. “This is it: my own private lake.” Nothing. “Completely to ourselves. I’ve never seen anyone—“ Dean broke out laughing and moved between her legs. Beth wiggled out of her bikini bottoms and pulled off her top. He unzipped his shorts and pushed them to his knees. He maneuvered them off and pulled his shirt over his head. Beth got up on her elbows and watched him fondle his stiff cock. “Get me wet first,” she said. “Get me wet with your mouth.” Dean did as he was told. He leaned forward and lapped broadly at her shaved muff. He paused, licked his lips, and dove back in. Beth spread her legs generously to allow him full access. His tongue explored the inside of her pinkness, darting in and out of his mouth, in and out of her cunt. Beth’s clit made itself evident and he sucked at it imagining her sucking his cock. She liked the way Dean looked with his face in her cunt; she loved the way he made her feel. Her head tilted back and she closed her eyes. Beth felt his lips tug on her clitoris, suck at it, then release. He balanced it on his tongue as if to get a better hold next time. Then it was in his mouth again. His head moved between her legs gently. He lapped sloppily, teasing her it seemed, then pushed his tongue into her again. When he took a breath Beth saw his face was soaking wet with perspiration and pussy juice. Dean knelt full in front of her, his hard-on in his hand. He leaned forward and balanced himself with both hands on the blanket. Beth reached down and stroked his cock before she guided it into her tight, swollen, shaved pussy. “Fuck me slow, Dean,” she whispered into his ear. “I can really feel you inside me and it feels good. Just promise me you’ll fuck me slow all day.” Dean was not going to promise anything. He already wanted to go faster. He felt an immediate tightening in his sac. He looked down and watched his cock slide easily in and out of her vagina. His long strokes were maddening, but incredibly beautiful. He’d pull out until the head was almost out, then slide his unit in as far as it could go, hold there for a minute, then begin the slow pull out. His cock looked so big when it came out, then moved back in. Soon Beth was bucking and ‘slow’ was out of the question. He licked at her nipples, and then sucked on them. This slowed her for a minute, but then she was bucking again. He lay on top of her and tried to hold her, but she was too strong. She met each thrust with one on her own and then they were fucking like animals. Beth was screaming that she wanted more, harder, faster. Dean was breathing too hard to say anything. He just closed his eyes and fucked her harder than he thought he should. She gave as good as she took. Her back curved into that arch and she seemed to be pushing down on her pelvis. Her tight twat got tighter and hotter. Dean could feel her juices moistening his crotch. He buried himself as deep as he could go and held her tight. “I’m going to come. Oh God.” “I want to watch. Don’t come inside me. Come on me, all over me. Shoot your load all over me. God Dean, come all over me. I want to watch you shoot.” Dean got straight up on his knees and was stroking his unit above her. Beth slid down between his legs and positioned her breasts and face closer to his pulsing prick. Dean stroked three more times and shot his jizz onto her tits and chin. He stroked and Beth opened her mouth and come found its way there, too. He stroked and she rubbed the white spunk into her pink stomach and tits as she sat up and put her mouth on his prick. She sucked the last of him before letting go. “I could stay naked with you all day,” Beth said. Dean collapsed on top of her, catching himself, and feeling the strain at his elbows when he lowered himself onto her sticky chest and stomach. “Me too,” he said. Beth laughed. “No you couldn’t.” Dean pushed up. “Never laugh at a naked man with a softening penis.” Beth looked into his eyes. “I’m just saying that you cannot stay naked for the rest of the day.” Dean hugged her again. Into Beth’s ear he whispered: “With you I could.” Dean rolled off Beth and lay face up, feeling the warmth of the sun. They held hands between them, at their respective hips. Two clouds were in the sky and no others. The blue captured his imagination and Dean felt Beth spread her legs a little to accept the sunshine. He turned a little and said again: “With you I could.” Beth turned on her side. “I bet,” she said. “What?” “I bet you cannot stay naked, no matter what, for the rest of the day.” Dean’s penis stirred. He loved a challenge. “And if I do?” he asked. “No matter what!” Dean nodded. “And if I do?” “If you do I will grant you one wish—anything at all, and I mean anything. But if you don’t… you grant ME one wish. And I’ll make you pay, believe me. I’ll make you pay.” “And you’ll be naked the whole day too, right?” Dean asked. “I didn’t say that.” “But,” Dean started, “there’s a chance you’ll be naked most of the day, right?” “I’d say there is a pretty good chance of that, yes.” “You’re on.” Beth smiled, Dean laughed, the sun shined, and the trees rustled gently with the first breeze he’d felt all afternoon. *** Dean sat on the edge of the sunken tub more or less facing away from the girl in the tub. He twisted so he could watch her bathing. “I never really understood the whole taking-a-bath concept,” he said. “I mean you sit in clean water, I get that part, but as the dirt comes off your body now you are sitting in dirty water. And when you get out, after having been in the dirty water for twenty or thirty minutes, you pretend you are clean.” “I love taking baths. I usually take bubble baths, but…rub my foot, rub my foot!” Beth’s face was twisted in pain. Dean got off the edge of the tub, and reached for her lifted right leg. “Cramp, cramp.” “Straighten your toes.” Her beautiful face returned and her leg relaxed in his grip. Dean kept rubbing, stroking now, and Beth kept letting him. It was hour five of their naked bet. Aside from feeling a little silly when they were watching TV or a little nervous when they’d walked back to the house from the pond, Dean felt very natural with Beth. He loved the way she walked around with no clothes on. Her pert breasts and hard nipples demanded the freedom her nudity afforded them. He had loved watching her climb out of the pond, lifting herself onto the dock, slowly revealing her body to him as it emerged from the water. The embarrassment that such a simple and beautiful thing gave him an erection caused Dean to jump into the water and swim until he relaxed. Beth knew why he was swimming and thought it was cute. The fear of being spied by a neighbor on the walk back to the house kept his pole flaccid and he hadn’t even thought about his cock since then. Beth made no effort to take back her leg. Dean massaged her foot, then her ankle. He kneaded her calf and bent slowly until he was rubbing her inner thigh. Beth pushed forward in the tub until he was brushing against her shaved vagina. Dean knelt on the bathroom floor and gave Beth all of his attention. “Stop teasing me,” she whispered, and spread her legs. Dean smiled. He gently entered her pussy with one finger and made very small circular motions. Beth leaned her head back and moaned with mounting pleasure. Dean inserted another finger and worked tenderly. He watched her face, her closed eyes, her slightly open mouth. The bathwater lapped at her breasts, then receded, then lapped again. A small wave of pleasure rushed over Beth Miller. Then another. “Go faster,” she said, barely audible. “God, go faster Dean. You don’t know how good this feels.” He slid his fingers in and out of her cunt harder and faster. He could feel her clit, stiff, looking for some of the attention. The gentle rolling bathwater a minute ago was more of a splash now as he rocketed his middle two fingers in and out of Beth. She was pinching her nipples and massaging her tits. “Oh, Jesus! Fuck me with your fingers. Go.” Dean watched Beth’s orgasm take control of her. She shivered and twisted. She closed her thighs on his pistoning hand and fingers. Water splashed out of the tub and onto the floor. Dean slowed his hand and gently rubbed her clitoris. Her bald cunt was velvet to the palm of his hand. “That was awesome,” she said at last. The water in the bathtub was still again. Dean had a gigantic erection. “You are beautiful when you come,” Dean said. “I just need something in my mouth to make this the greatest bath ever. Got any ideas?” Dean stood up and Beth stared at his penis. His foreskin was pulled back with no hope of covering the erect enlarged head of his cock. He stepped into the tub and stood above her. And then they heard two car doors slam, and front door of the house open. “Shit!” Dean’s first thought was to run, and run fast. Beth was calmer. “Close the bathroom door and lock it.” Dean did just that and stood in the middle of the small bathroom and felt the walls closing in on him. In a second there was a knock on the door and a woman’s voice. “Beth? Are you all right, honey?” “Hi Laura. I’m fine. Just taking a bubble bath. I’m going to catch up with some friends tonight and wanted to get cleaned up. You and dad are back early.” Beth’s stepmother tried the knob of the bathroom door and what was left of Dean’s boner disappeared altogether. “Taking a Jacuzzi sounded like more fun than spending more of your father’s money so we came home.” “Great,” Beth said. She sounded genuine. Dean looked at the tub and saw Beth smiling, doing everything she could not to laugh. “I’ll be out in a little while.” “We’ll be on the deck.” “Beth?” This time the voice was male. Dean recognized it as Coach Miller’s voice. “Hi Dad.” “Isn’t that Dean Allen’s car in the driveway?” Beth stopped smiling. Shit, she thought. “Yeah. It was here when I got home this morning. He left a note. Said something like he had car problems and hoped he could leave it here. He was going fishing with some friends and didn’t want to take a chance. The note said you could call him on his cell phone if leaving it was a problem. I think I left the note on the counter in the kitchen.” Beth’s explanation sounded phony even to her. How would her father ever believe it? But he did. “Maybe I’ll give him a call,” her father said, his voice trailing off as he walked down the hall. Dean sighed with relief. Beth smiled from ear to ear. “C’mere,” she whispered. “I’m horny again.” Dean flipped her off. He doubted he would ever get an erection again. In Beth’s bedroom Dean’s clothes were in a pile on the floor. He reached for them trying to be a quiet as possible. Beth did not try to be as quiet. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Getting dressed, what else?” “May I remind you of our bet?” “Beth, I’ve got to get out of here. Your dad will…” “Then you lose the bet.” “What could be worse than your father catching me naked with his only daughter?” Beth smiled a chilling smile. “You never know.” They heard the Jacuzzi start up. “What do you suggest?” Dean asked, still whispering. “I strongly suggest you keep your end of the deal and let me handle everything else.” *** Dean sat in the dark at the foot of Beth’s bed, naked, too afraid to move let alone turn on the 15” color Sony TV just three feet in front of him. Crazily, he thought of Texas Hold ‘Em and the craze of televised poker tournaments. How do those guys know when to fold their hand? A bet is a bet, but what if you have a losing hand? Bluffing is part of poker, but how will he be able bluff when Coach Miller catches him naked in his daughter’s bedroom? Know when to hold ‘em, right? Know when to fold ‘em. Know when to walk away. Walking away was not an option. Oh, he could walk away—his clothes were in a clump on the floor ten feet away—but he wasn’t going to. Dean thought back to what he’d said the night before, or the afternoon before that, whatever: Wherever this relationship is going, Beth, you are in charge. He heard voices at the Jacuzzi. Beth’s bedroom had a sliding glass door that opened onto a deck above the Jacuzzi on the ground floor. A wooden spiral staircase descended to the patio and the whirlpool. Beth was saying goodnight. Her father told her to be home early or call if she was going to be late. Beth asked for a kiss and her father obliged. In a few minutes he heard a car pull away from the front of the house and felt more naked than ever. I’m going to die here, Dean thought to himself. He turned away from the door and leaned against the wall…and thought about trust. Trust. With a capital T. Two days ago he trusted himself, his parents, his coach, and little else. And by today he’d lied to himself, his parents, and, implicitly, his coach. He didn’t trust Amy in Europe, or, well, anywhere else for that matter: he just didn’t trust Amy. Maybe he never had. Beth and Amy were different. Right? Trust: the net that is supposed to be there when you miss the ring and fall inside the Big Top full of people. Trust. He felt like he was on the trapeze and Beth had tossed him the ring. Trust is reaching out and knowing the ring will be there. Dean reached out, but the room was still empty. Outside there were voices again. Muffled. Dean turned back to the sliding glass door and pressed an ear to it. In his head he gathered his courage; in his pelvis his balls tightened and his penis turtled. He slid the door, opened it about two feet, and listened. The whirlpool had reached an even undulation; an outdoor ceiling fan, closer to Beth’s door than the spa, was even and refreshing. “Show me that fat dick, Marty.” Dean heard Laura’s voice. Dean imagined the coach sitting on the side of the whirlpool with legs dangling in, Laura wading, feet on the bottom, somewhere in the middle of the small pool. He’d never met Laura, and only seen her at a handful of home games over the past couple of years. Brunette, petite, pretty, full lips, always with a Tigers’ cap to cover green eyes and a faraway stare. Laura was twenty-eight and every coach’s dream second wife. Dean opened the door a little more. Soon he was crouching on the deck looking down on Coach Miller and his bride. He got on his knees but stayed in the shadows. A soft southerly breeze washed over him and found his penis. He liked the way the wind kissed his cock and made him feel strong. On all fours Dean looked over the edge into the whirlpool. Coach Miller was sitting on the side of the pool. He was leaning back stroking his unit. One hand was on the cement surrounding the Jacuzzi, the other was bopping his lazy, soft manhood. Laura pushed away the water between her and the coach as she walked closer to him. Her ample breasts treaded water and Dean loved the way her dark areolas played against the lights from the pool. Her nipples were hard and larger than Beth’s. Soon she was between him and the coach and Dean was looking over her shoulder. Her back was straight as it crossed the pool; Dean could see the muscles in her shoulders. Her hair was wet, matted against her neck and back, just long enough to tease her shoulder blades. When she reached the side of the Jacuzzi Coach Miller leaned forward and softly touched either side of her head. He brought it to his face and kissed her. Laura accepted his kiss, and then leaned into his lap. Dean felt his cock getting a little stiffer. He dared to press his head through the wooden slats of the railing and watched Laura hunched over into Coach Miller’s lap. The coach’s legs wrapped around her shoulders and his head was thrown back; he bucked his hips in time to her head bobs. She stroked his cock as she stuffed it into her mouth; her legs were spread far apart under the clear water of the Jacuzzi. Dean thought how great it would be to slip in behind her and fuck her while she swallowed his coach. Laura reached between her legs with her right hand and pushed one or two fingers into her muff. Now her hips were undulating in time with Coach Miller’s bucks and her own head bobs.